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DAVIDSON'S UNIVERSAL MELODIST.
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John Anderson, my jo, John,
We've seen oi;r hairns' bairns,
An'l yet, my Hear John Anderson,
I'm happ> >a your airms.
And sae are ye in mine, John —
I'm sure ye'll ne'er say no.
Though the days are gane that we hae seen,
John Anderson, my jo 1
John Anderson, my jo, John,
We clamb the hUl thegither,
And mony a canty day, John,
We've had wi' ane anither ;
Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll go.
And we'll sleep thegither at the foQt,
John Anderson, my jo 1
Vivice,
t4
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THE LAIRD O' COCKPEISf,
Scottish Melody, as sung by Mr. Wilspn.
m^^^^^^m
The laird o'Cockpenhe'sproudandhe'sgreat,Hismindista'enup wi'thethings p' thestate: He
Pip^^i^^p^^
wanted a wife his braw house to keep, But fav-our wi' wooin' was fash-ipus to seek.
Doun by the dyke-side a lady did dwell,
At his table-head he thought she'd look well ;
M'Clish'sae daughter o'Claverse-ha' Lee,
A pennyless lass wi' a lang pedigree.
His wig was weel pouther'd, as guid as when new,
His waistcoat was white, his coat it was blue ;
He put on a riag, a sword, and cock'd hat —
And wha could refuse the Laird wi' a' that ?
He took the gray mare, and rade cannilie —
And rapp'd at the 'v^cc o' Claverse-ha' Lee ;
* Gae tell Mi=1iLcss Jean to come speedily ben :
She's waaced to speak wi' the Laird o' Cockpen.'
Mistress J ean sue was makin' the elder -flower wine ;
* And what brings the Laird at sic a like time ?'
She put aff her apron, and on her silk gown.
Her mutch wi' red ribbons, and gaed awa down.
And when she cam ben, he bpued fo' low ;
And what was his errand he soon let her know.
Amaz'd was the Laird, when the lady said, Na,
And wi' a laigh curtsie she turned awa.
Dumfounder'd he was, but nae sigh did he gie ;
He mounted his mare, and rade cannilie ;
And aften he thought, as he gaed through the glen,
' She's daft to refuse the Laird o' Coripen.'
And now that the Letird his exit had made«
Mistress Jean she reflected on what she had said i
' Oh ! for ane I'll get better, for waur I '11 get ten-^
I was daft to refuse the Laird o' Cockpen.'
The neist time the Laird and the lady were seen.
They were gaun arm-in-arm to the kirk on the^reen;
Now she sits in the ha' like a weel-tappit hen,
But nae chickens as yet hae appear'd at Cockpen.
:^ Moderalo
HE'S OWER THE HILLS THAT I LO'E WEEL.
Scottish Melody, as sung by Mr. Wilson.
He's ower the lulls that I lo'e weel. He's ower the hills we daur na name. He's ower the hills a-
yontDumblane,Whasoonwillgethis wel-come hame. My father's gane to fight for him,Mvbrithers
win-na bide at hame,My mither greets andpraysforthem,And'deed shethinksthey'rem,^ .blans'
His right these hUls, his right these plains —
O'er Highland hearts secure"he reigns ;
What lads e'er did, our laddies will do, —
Were I a laddie, I'd follow him too.
He's ower the hUls. &C'
Sae noble a look — sae princely an air —
Sae gallant and bold — sae young and sae fair :
O , did ye but see him, ye'd do as we've done— »
Hear him but auce, to his standard ye'll run.
He's ower the hills, &c^
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John Anderson, my jo, John,
We've seen oi;r hairns' bairns,
An'l yet, my Hear John Anderson,
I'm happ> >a your airms.
And sae are ye in mine, John —
I'm sure ye'll ne'er say no.
Though the days are gane that we hae seen,
John Anderson, my jo 1
John Anderson, my jo, John,
We clamb the hUl thegither,
And mony a canty day, John,
We've had wi' ane anither ;
Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll go.
And we'll sleep thegither at the foQt,
John Anderson, my jo 1
Vivice,
t4
"M
s^
THE LAIRD O' COCKPEISf,
Scottish Melody, as sung by Mr. Wilspn.
m^^^^^^m
The laird o'Cockpenhe'sproudandhe'sgreat,Hismindista'enup wi'thethings p' thestate: He
Pip^^i^^p^^
wanted a wife his braw house to keep, But fav-our wi' wooin' was fash-ipus to seek.
Doun by the dyke-side a lady did dwell,
At his table-head he thought she'd look well ;
M'Clish'sae daughter o'Claverse-ha' Lee,
A pennyless lass wi' a lang pedigree.
His wig was weel pouther'd, as guid as when new,
His waistcoat was white, his coat it was blue ;
He put on a riag, a sword, and cock'd hat —
And wha could refuse the Laird wi' a' that ?
He took the gray mare, and rade cannilie —
And rapp'd at the 'v^cc o' Claverse-ha' Lee ;
* Gae tell Mi=1iLcss Jean to come speedily ben :
She's waaced to speak wi' the Laird o' Cockpen.'
Mistress J ean sue was makin' the elder -flower wine ;
* And what brings the Laird at sic a like time ?'
She put aff her apron, and on her silk gown.
Her mutch wi' red ribbons, and gaed awa down.
And when she cam ben, he bpued fo' low ;
And what was his errand he soon let her know.
Amaz'd was the Laird, when the lady said, Na,
And wi' a laigh curtsie she turned awa.
Dumfounder'd he was, but nae sigh did he gie ;
He mounted his mare, and rade cannilie ;
And aften he thought, as he gaed through the glen,
' She's daft to refuse the Laird o' Coripen.'
And now that the Letird his exit had made«
Mistress Jean she reflected on what she had said i
' Oh ! for ane I'll get better, for waur I '11 get ten-^
I was daft to refuse the Laird o' Cockpen.'
The neist time the Laird and the lady were seen.
They were gaun arm-in-arm to the kirk on the^reen;
Now she sits in the ha' like a weel-tappit hen,
But nae chickens as yet hae appear'd at Cockpen.
:^ Moderalo
HE'S OWER THE HILLS THAT I LO'E WEEL.
Scottish Melody, as sung by Mr. Wilson.
He's ower the lulls that I lo'e weel. He's ower the hills we daur na name. He's ower the hills a-
yontDumblane,Whasoonwillgethis wel-come hame. My father's gane to fight for him,Mvbrithers
win-na bide at hame,My mither greets andpraysforthem,And'deed shethinksthey'rem,^ .blans'
His right these hUls, his right these plains —
O'er Highland hearts secure"he reigns ;
What lads e'er did, our laddies will do, —
Were I a laddie, I'd follow him too.
He's ower the hUls. &C'
Sae noble a look — sae princely an air —
Sae gallant and bold — sae young and sae fair :
O , did ye but see him, ye'd do as we've done— »
Hear him but auce, to his standard ye'll run.
He's ower the hills, &c^
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Description | Also: He's ower the hills that I lo'e weel |
Description | One hundred and fifty Scotch songs for a shilling |
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Shelfmark | Glen.206(2) |
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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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