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He blew sae sweet, he blew sae shrill,
He blew sae loud and lang, man,
Baith hill and dale can tell the tale,
They ne'er gat sic a sang, man,
Fame heard the soun' a' Scotland roun'
My sooth he didna saunter,
Like fire and flame flew fast the name,
O' Rhymin' Rab the Ranter.
From John o'Groats to cross the Tweed,
And round the English border,
Was heard the rant o' Rabble's reed,
Sae weel 'twas kept in order.
To shepherd knowes where shamrock grows,
Wi' sic a' stound he sent her,
Auld Erin's drone her hood put on,
To shun the Scottish chanter.
Our lasses linket to the lilt.
The lads they lap and caper'd,
The carlins coost their crummies tilt,
Sae vauntingly they vapour'd.
Auld gutchers grey streek't up their clay.
To club the merry canter ;
Wliilst wood and glen prolong'd the strain,
O' Rhymin' Rab the Ranter.
But Scotia weel may wail her skaith.
And break her drones an a', man,
For death has marr'd her piper's breath,
Nae langer can he blaw, man.
She e'en may sit her down and sigh,
And wi' a greet content her,
She'll ne'er again on hill or plain.
Meet Rhymin' Rab the Ranter.
He blew sae sweet, he blew sae shrill,
He blew sae loud and lang, man,
Baith hill and dale can tell the tale,
They ne'er gat sic a sang, man,
Fame heard the soun' a' Scotland roun'
My sooth he didna saunter,
Like fire and flame flew fast the name,
O' Rhymin' Rab the Ranter.
From John o'Groats to cross the Tweed,
And round the English border,
Was heard the rant o' Rabble's reed,
Sae weel 'twas kept in order.
To shepherd knowes where shamrock grows,
Wi' sic a' stound he sent her,
Auld Erin's drone her hood put on,
To shun the Scottish chanter.
Our lasses linket to the lilt.
The lads they lap and caper'd,
The carlins coost their crummies tilt,
Sae vauntingly they vapour'd.
Auld gutchers grey streek't up their clay.
To club the merry canter ;
Wliilst wood and glen prolong'd the strain,
O' Rhymin' Rab the Ranter.
But Scotia weel may wail her skaith.
And break her drones an a', man,
For death has marr'd her piper's breath,
Nae langer can he blaw, man.
She e'en may sit her down and sigh,
And wi' a greet content her,
She'll ne'er again on hill or plain.
Meet Rhymin' Rab the Ranter.
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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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