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And weel I wat his bonny mou'
Is sweet like sugar- candy.
Now, Nancy, what need a' this din ?
Do I no ken this Sandy ?
I'm sure the chief o' a' his kin
Was Rab, the beggar-randy :
His minny Meg, upon her back,
Bare baith him and his billy ;
Will ye compare a nasty pack
To me, your winsome Willy ?
My gutcher left a guid braidsword :
Though it be auld and rusty,
Yet ye may tak' it on my word,
It is baith stout and tmsty ;
And if I can but get it drawn,
Which will be richt uneasy,
I shall lay baith my lugs in pawn,
That he shall get a heezy.
Then Nancy turn'd her round about,
And said, Did Sandy hear ye,
Ye wadna miss to get a clout ;
I ken he disna fear ye :
Sae baud your tongue, and say nae mair,
Set somewhere else your fancy ;
For as lang 's Sandy 's to the fore,
Ye never shall get Nancy.*
* This clever song is marked in the Tea-Table Miscellany as one of the
anonymous and old sort of which the editor knew nothing ; but I have
been informed, upon good authority, that it was the composition of a Mr
AinsUe, a small farmer at Carrington, near Dalkeith, who lived upwards of
a century ago. It seems to present a just, as it certainly does a graphic
picture of the food and dress of the rustic people of Scotland at that
period.
And weel I wat his bonny mou'
Is sweet like sugar- candy.
Now, Nancy, what need a' this din ?
Do I no ken this Sandy ?
I'm sure the chief o' a' his kin
Was Rab, the beggar-randy :
His minny Meg, upon her back,
Bare baith him and his billy ;
Will ye compare a nasty pack
To me, your winsome Willy ?
My gutcher left a guid braidsword :
Though it be auld and rusty,
Yet ye may tak' it on my word,
It is baith stout and tmsty ;
And if I can but get it drawn,
Which will be richt uneasy,
I shall lay baith my lugs in pawn,
That he shall get a heezy.
Then Nancy turn'd her round about,
And said, Did Sandy hear ye,
Ye wadna miss to get a clout ;
I ken he disna fear ye :
Sae baud your tongue, and say nae mair,
Set somewhere else your fancy ;
For as lang 's Sandy 's to the fore,
Ye never shall get Nancy.*
* This clever song is marked in the Tea-Table Miscellany as one of the
anonymous and old sort of which the editor knew nothing ; but I have
been informed, upon good authority, that it was the composition of a Mr
AinsUe, a small farmer at Carrington, near Dalkeith, who lived upwards of
a century ago. It seems to present a just, as it certainly does a graphic
picture of the food and dress of the rustic people of Scotland at that
period.
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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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