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O ! had she dee'd o' crook or cauld,
As ewies do when they are auld,
It wadna been, by mony fauld,
Sae sair a heart to nane o's a'.
For a' the claith that we ha'e worn,
Frae her and her's sae aften shorn;
The loss o' her we could ha'e borne,
Had fair strae-death ta'en her awa'.
But thus, puir thing, to lose her life,
Aneath a bloody villain's knife ;
I'm really fley't that our gudewife
Will never win aboon't ava.
! a' ye bards benorth Kinghorn,
Call your muses up and mourn
Our ewie wi' the crookit horn,
Stown frae's, an' fell' t an' a' I
SPEED, LORD NITHSDALE.
Words by Robert Allan.
Slow.
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O speed, Lord Nithsdale, speed ye fast, Sin' ye maun frae your coun-trie
flee, Nae mer-cy mot fa' to your share; Nae pi - ty is for thine and thee.
Thy la -dy sits in lone - ly bow'r, And fast the tear fa's frae her e'e; And
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aye she sighs, blaw ye winds, And bear Lord Niths-dale far frae me.
Her heart, sae wae, was like to break,
While kneeling by the taper bright ;
But ae red drap cam' to her cheek,
As shone the morning's rosy light.
Lord Nithsdale's bark she mot na see,
Winds sped it swiftly o'er the main ;
" ill betide," quoth that fair dame,
" Wha sic a comely knight had slain !"
Lord Nithsdale lov'd wi mickle love ;
But he thought on his countrie's wrang,
And he was deem'd a traitor syne,
And forc'd frae a' he lov'd to gang.
" Oh ! I will gae to my lov'd lord,
He may na smile, I trow, bot me ; "
But hame, and ha', and bonnie bowers,
Nae mair will glad Lord Nithsdale's e'e.
O ! had she dee'd o' crook or cauld,
As ewies do when they are auld,
It wadna been, by mony fauld,
Sae sair a heart to nane o's a'.
For a' the claith that we ha'e worn,
Frae her and her's sae aften shorn;
The loss o' her we could ha'e borne,
Had fair strae-death ta'en her awa'.
But thus, puir thing, to lose her life,
Aneath a bloody villain's knife ;
I'm really fley't that our gudewife
Will never win aboon't ava.
! a' ye bards benorth Kinghorn,
Call your muses up and mourn
Our ewie wi' the crookit horn,
Stown frae's, an' fell' t an' a' I
SPEED, LORD NITHSDALE.
Words by Robert Allan.
Slow.
^^^^^i^^l^ii^l
O speed, Lord Nithsdale, speed ye fast, Sin' ye maun frae your coun-trie
flee, Nae mer-cy mot fa' to your share; Nae pi - ty is for thine and thee.
Thy la -dy sits in lone - ly bow'r, And fast the tear fa's frae her e'e; And
feNP^-tH-r^i
^2=S^=*
aye she sighs, blaw ye winds, And bear Lord Niths-dale far frae me.
Her heart, sae wae, was like to break,
While kneeling by the taper bright ;
But ae red drap cam' to her cheek,
As shone the morning's rosy light.
Lord Nithsdale's bark she mot na see,
Winds sped it swiftly o'er the main ;
" ill betide," quoth that fair dame,
" Wha sic a comely knight had slain !"
Lord Nithsdale lov'd wi mickle love ;
But he thought on his countrie's wrang,
And he was deem'd a traitor syne,
And forc'd frae a' he lov'd to gang.
" Oh ! I will gae to my lov'd lord,
He may na smile, I trow, bot me ; "
But hame, and ha', and bonnie bowers,
Nae mair will glad Lord Nithsdale's e'e.
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Description | Scottish songs and music of the 18th and early 19th centuries, including music for the Highland bagpipe. These are selected items from the collection of John Glen (1833 to 1904). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises, and other books on the subject. |
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Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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