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O, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows ;
It calls but the warders that guard thy repose.
Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red,
Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.
O, hush thee, my baby I The time soon will come,
When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum ;
Then hush thee, my darling ; take rest while you may ;
For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
OCH HEY, JOHNNIE LAD.
TANNAHILL.
OcH hey, Johnnie lad,
Ye're no sae kind's ye sou'd hae been
Och hey, Johnnie lad.
Ye didna keep your tryst yestreen.
I waited lang beside the wood,
Sae wae and weary a' my lane ;
Och hey, Johnnie lad,
It was a waefu' nicht yestreen !
I lookit by the whinny knowe,
I lookit by the firs sae green ;
I lookit ower the spunkie howe,
And aye I thocht ye wad hae been.
The ne'er a supper cross'd my craig,
The ne'er a sleep has closed my een :
Och hey, Johnnie lad,
Ye're no sae kind's ye sou'd hae been.
Gin ye were waitin' by the wood,
It's I was waitin' by the thorn ;
I thocht it was the place we set.
And waited maist till dawnin' morn.
O, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows ;
It calls but the warders that guard thy repose.
Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red,
Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.
O, hush thee, my baby I The time soon will come,
When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum ;
Then hush thee, my darling ; take rest while you may ;
For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
OCH HEY, JOHNNIE LAD.
TANNAHILL.
OcH hey, Johnnie lad,
Ye're no sae kind's ye sou'd hae been
Och hey, Johnnie lad.
Ye didna keep your tryst yestreen.
I waited lang beside the wood,
Sae wae and weary a' my lane ;
Och hey, Johnnie lad,
It was a waefu' nicht yestreen !
I lookit by the whinny knowe,
I lookit by the firs sae green ;
I lookit ower the spunkie howe,
And aye I thocht ye wad hae been.
The ne'er a supper cross'd my craig,
The ne'er a sleep has closed my een :
Och hey, Johnnie lad,
Ye're no sae kind's ye sou'd hae been.
Gin ye were waitin' by the wood,
It's I was waitin' by the thorn ;
I thocht it was the place we set.
And waited maist till dawnin' morn.
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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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