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THE SONGS OF SCOTLAND.
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Lord Gregory, mind'st thou not the grove
By bonnie Irwin-side,
Where first I own'd that virgin-love
I lang, lang had denied ?
How often didst thou pledge and vow
Thou wad for aye be mine :
An' my fond heart, itsel' sae true,
It ne'er mistrusted thine.
Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory,
An' flinty is thy breast —
Thou dart of heaven that flasheKt by,
wilt thou give me rest !
Ye mustering thunders from above,
Your willing victim see !
But spare an' pardon my fause love,
His wrangs to heaven an' me !
" Lord Gregory." " This is a very ancient Gallowegian melody." The air is No. 5 of Museum, and is the first
in P. Urbani's Collection ; but does not appear in any older collections. It is defective in rythmical structure, four
measures alternating with three, in both strains.
Burns remarks, " It is somewhat singular, that in Lanark, Renfrew, Ayr, Wigton, Kirkcudbright, and Dumfries-
shires, there is scarcely an old song or tune, which, from the title, &c., can be guessed to belong to, or to be the pro-
duction of these counties. This, I conjecture, is one of these very few, as the ballad, which is a long one, is called,
both by tradition and in printed collections, ' The Lass 0' Lochroyan,' which I take to be Lochroyan, in Galloway."
Beliques, p. 196. The words adopted in this collection, were written by Burns in 1793 for Mr. George Thomson's
work. The song is founded upon the ballad above mentioned, " The Lass 0' Lochroyan," which was first published
in a perfect state by Sir Walter Scott in his Minstrelsy of the Border, vol. ii. p. 411. We subjoin a fragment of the
original. —
" open the door, Lord Gregory.
open, an' let me in ;
For the wind blaws thro' my yellow hair,
An' the rain draps o'er my chin."
" Awa, awa, ye ill woman !
Ye're no come here for good ;
Ye're but some witch or wil-warlock,
Or mermaid 0' the flood."
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" dinna ye mind, Lord Gregory,
As we sat at the wine,
We changed the rings frae our fingers,
An' I can shew thee thine ?
your's was gude, an' gude enough,
But ay the best was mine;
For your's was 0' the gude red gowd,
But mine 0' the diamond fine."
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