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CCCCVIII. — JAMIE 0' THE CLEN.
of Scotland, where the Editor has heard it sung from his
earliest infancy ; but neither the author of the words nor the
composer of the tune are known. There is a striking coin-
cidence in several bars of this old air and the tune called
** O'er the Muir amang the Heather."
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0' GIN YE WERE DEAD, GUDEMAN.
This ancient tune originally consisted of one strain. The
second part was taken from one of Oswald's variations of the
original melody, printed in the fourth volume of his Pocket
Companion. The following is a correct set of the original
melody, from a very old manuscript in the Editor's posses-
sion.
I WISH THAT YE WERE DEAD, GUDEMAN.
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This tune must have been quite common in Scotland long
before 1549 ; for it is one of the airs to which the Reformers
sung one of their spiritual hymns, beginning
Till our gudeman, till our gudeman,
Keip faith and love till our gudeman ;
For our gudeman in heuen does reigne
In gloir and bliss without ending.
The foolish old verses of the profane sang as it was called,
are annexed.
CHORUS.
I luish that you were dead, goodjnan,
And a green sod on your head, goodman.
That I might ware my widoxuhead
Upon a rantin Highlandman.
There's sax eggs in the panj goodman^
There's sax eggs in the pan, goodman ;
There's ane to you, and twa to me.
And three to our John Highlandman.
/ wish, &c.

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