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DAVIDSON'S UNIVERSAL MELODIST.
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He took, and lie sat down beside her,
A weel and a reel for to ca';
She cried, Was he that way to guide her ?
And out at the door and awa.
Wooed, and married, &c.
The first road she gaed was her mither,
Wha said, ' Lassie, how gaes a'?'
Q.U0 she, ' Was it for nae ither
That I was married awa.
But to be set down to a wheelie.
And at it for ever to ca' ?
And syne to hae't reel'd by a chieldie
That's everly crying to draw.'
Wooed, and married, &c.
Her mither said till her, ' Hech, lassie 1
He's wisest, I fear, o' the twa ;
There'll be little to put in the tassie,
Gif ye be sae backward to draw ;
For now ye should work like a tiger,
And at it baith wallop and ca',
Sae lang's ye hae youdith and vigour,
And weanies and debt keep ana.
Wooed, and mari'ieil, &c.
' Sae swift away hame to your liaddin' ;
The mair fule ye e'er cam' awa :
Ye maunna be ilka day gaddin',
Nor gang sae white-finger'd and braw;
For now wi' a neebor ye're yokit,
And wi' him should cannilie draw ;
Or else ye deserve to be knockit —
So that's an answer for a'.'
Wooed, and married, &c.
Young luckie thus fand hersel mither' d.
And wish'd she had ne'er come awa ;
lit length wi' hersel she consider'd,
That hameward 'twas better to draw,
And e'en tak a chance o' the landin'.
However that matters might fa' :
Folk maunna on freits aye be standin',
That's wooed, and married, and a'.
Wooed, and married, &;c.
FLORA MCDONALD'S LAMENT.
The Words by Hogg, the Ettrick Shepherd. — The Music by Neil Gow, Jun.
Andantino.
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Far o - ver yon hills of the heath-er sae green, And down by the cor - rie that
sings to the sea, The bon-ny young Flo-ra sat sigh-ing her lane, The dew on her
plaid, and the tear in her ee. She look' d at a boat, with the breez-es that swung, A
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way on the wave, like a bird of the main. And aye as it lessen'ed, she sigh'd and she
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sung, Fare - weel to the lad I maun ne'er see a -gain. Fare - weel to my he -ro, the
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gal - lant and young. Fare - weel to the lad I 6fiaU ne'er see a - gain.
The moor-cock that craws on the brow of Ben
Connel,
He kens o' his bed in a sweet mossy hame ;
The eagle that soars on the cliffs of Clanronald,
Unawed and unhunted, his eyrie can claim ;
The solan can sleep on his shelve of the shore.
The cormorant roost on his rock of the sea ;
But, O I there is ane whose hard fate I deplore, —
Nor house, ha', nor hame, in his country has he.
The conflict is past, and oxir name is no more ;
There's naught left but sorrow for Scotland and
ue.
The target is torn from the arms of the just,
The helmet is cleft on the brow of the brave.
The claymore for ever in darkness must rust ;
But red is the sword of the strau,ger and slave.
The hoof of the horse, and the foot of the proud.
Have trod o'er the plumes on t.he boQnet . of
blue :
Why slept the red bolt in the breast of the cloud.
When tyranny revell'd in blood of (;he true?
Fareweel, my young hero, the gaUant and good !
The crown of thy fathers is tor i from thy