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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
II
The Ploughmao.
I That once was a Floughman a lailcr am now :
No lark, that aloft in the fky,
â– Ever flutter'd his wings to give Ipee : to the plough.
Was io gay and fo careleis as I :
But my friend was a carfindo aboard a king's fliipi
And he ax'd me to go juft to fea for a trip ; '
And he talk'd of fuch things
As if failors were were kings ;
And fo teazing did keep,
And io teazing did keep,
Till I left my poor plough to go ploughing the deep
No longer the horn
Call'd me up in the morn —
No longer the horn
Call'd me up in themorn ;
I trufled to the carfindo and the incoiiftant wind,
Thai made me lor to go and leave my dear behind.
I did not much like for to be aboard a ftiip,
When in danger there's no door to creep out ;
I lik'd the jolly lars, I lik'd boinbo and flip,
But I did not like rocking about :
Bye and bye came a hurricane — 1 did not like that;
Next a battle, that many a failor lay'd flat :
Ah! cry'd I, who would roam,
That, like me, had a home !
Where I'd fow and I'd reap —
Where I'd fow and I'd reap ;
Eve I left my poor plough to go plough in the
deep ;
When fo fweetly the horn
Call'd me up in the morn—
When fo fvjeetly the horn
Call'd me up in the morn ;
Ere I trutted to the carfindo and the inconftant
wind.
That made me for to ^o and leave my dear behind.
At laft fafe I landed, and in a whole flcin—
Nor did I make any Ion? ftay.
Ere I found out my friend, who I ax'd for my kin —
" Father's dead, and your wife ran away :"
Ah ! who but thyfelf, faid 1, haft thou to blame —
Wives lofing their hufbands, oft lole their good
name : ,
Ah ! why did I roam ?
When, fo happy at home,
I could fow and could reap.—
I could fow and could reap —
Ere I left my poor plough to go plough in the
deep ;
When fo fweetly the horn
Call'd me up in the morn ;
When fo fweetly the horn
Call'd me up in the morn ;
Curfe light upon the carfindo and the inconftant
wind.
That made' me for to go and leave my dear behind.
Why if that be the cafe, faid this very fame friend,
And you ben't no more minded to roam,
Gif's a fhake 61 the fift — ^all your care's at an end,
Dad's alive, and your wife's fafe at home :
Stark flaring with joy, I leapt out of my fkin—
Bufs'd my wife, mother, lifter, and all of my kin :
Now, cry'd I, let them roam,
Who want a good home :
I am well — fo I'll keep ;
I am well — fo I 11 keep ;
Nor again leave my plough to go plough in the
deep :
Once more fhall the horn
Call me up in the morn —
Once more fhall the horn
Call rae up in the morn ;
Nor fhall any damn'd carfindo, nor the inconftant
wind.
Ere tempt me for to go and leave my. dear behind.
Women, War, and Wine.
T> ATTLE firft my foul employs,
•'-' Next comes love with all its tofs,
And liquor crowns my daily joys.
Next comes love with all i-ts toys.
Give me, then, ye powers divine.
Give me women, v/ar, and wine,
Give me women, charming women,
Give me women, war, and wine.
Battle makes me madly vain,
Love pops in and cools the flame,
But liquor makes me mad again,
Love pops in and cools the flame.
Give me, then, &e.
Let me fight and never fly,
Let me love and never figh,
Let me drink until [ die.
Let me love unci! I die.
Give me, (ken, &c.
Nannv — O.
'HILE fome for pleafure pawn their health,
'Twixt Lais and the Bagnio,
I'll fave mylelt, and without 'fteahh,
Kifs and carefs my Nanny — O.
She bids tnore fair t'engage a Jove
Then Leda did or Danae — O :
Were I to parnt the queen of lov e
None elfe fhould fit but Nanny —
How joyfully my fpirits rife.
When dancing fhe moves finely — Q,
I guels what heaven is by her eyes,
Which fparkle io divinely O.
Attend my vow, ye God.«, M'hile I
Breathe in the bleft Britantiia,
None's happinefs I fhall envy.
As long's ye grant me Nanny — O.
CHORUS.
My bonny, bonny Nanny — O,
My lovely charrning Nanny — O.
I care not tho' the world fhould know
How dearly I love Nanny — O.
Wheii I was a young one.
TX7"HEN I was a young one, what girl was like
' * me !
So wanton, fo airy, and brifk as a bee ?
I tattled, I rambled, I laugh'd, and when e'er
A fiddle was hcartl— to be lure I was tliere.
To all that came near I had fomething to fay ;
'Tw-as this, fir, and that fir, but fcarce ever nay ;
And Sundays, drefs'd out in my filk and my lace,
i warrant I flood by the beft in the place.
At twenty I got me a hufljand, poor man !
Well, reft him — we all are as good as we can I
Yet he was fo peevifli, he'd quarrel for ftraws.
And jealous— tho' truly I gave him lome caufe.
He fcubbM me, and huff 'd me ; but, let me alone,
Egad I I've a tongue, and I paid him his own :
Ye wive.'., take the hint, and when fpoufe is iin-
tow'rd,
Stand firm to your charter, and have the lail word.
But now I'm quite alter'd, the more to my woe;
I'm not what I was twenty fummers ago :
This Time's afore foe; there's no fhunning his
dart ;
However I keep up a pretty good, heart.
Grown old, yet I hate to be fitting mum cHance ;
I ftill love a tune, tho' unable to dance ;
And, books of devotion laid by on th-^ fhelf.
I teach that to others I once did myfelf-
II
The Ploughmao.
I That once was a Floughman a lailcr am now :
No lark, that aloft in the fky,
â– Ever flutter'd his wings to give Ipee : to the plough.
Was io gay and fo careleis as I :
But my friend was a carfindo aboard a king's fliipi
And he ax'd me to go juft to fea for a trip ; '
And he talk'd of fuch things
As if failors were were kings ;
And fo teazing did keep,
And io teazing did keep,
Till I left my poor plough to go ploughing the deep
No longer the horn
Call'd me up in the morn —
No longer the horn
Call'd me up in themorn ;
I trufled to the carfindo and the incoiiftant wind,
Thai made me lor to go and leave my dear behind.
I did not much like for to be aboard a ftiip,
When in danger there's no door to creep out ;
I lik'd the jolly lars, I lik'd boinbo and flip,
But I did not like rocking about :
Bye and bye came a hurricane — 1 did not like that;
Next a battle, that many a failor lay'd flat :
Ah! cry'd I, who would roam,
That, like me, had a home !
Where I'd fow and I'd reap —
Where I'd fow and I'd reap ;
Eve I left my poor plough to go plough in the
deep ;
When fo fweetly the horn
Call'd me up in the morn—
When fo fvjeetly the horn
Call'd me up in the morn ;
Ere I trutted to the carfindo and the inconftant
wind.
That made me for to ^o and leave my dear behind.
At laft fafe I landed, and in a whole flcin—
Nor did I make any Ion? ftay.
Ere I found out my friend, who I ax'd for my kin —
" Father's dead, and your wife ran away :"
Ah ! who but thyfelf, faid 1, haft thou to blame —
Wives lofing their hufbands, oft lole their good
name : ,
Ah ! why did I roam ?
When, fo happy at home,
I could fow and could reap.—
I could fow and could reap —
Ere I left my poor plough to go plough in the
deep ;
When fo fweetly the horn
Call'd me up in the morn ;
When fo fweetly the horn
Call'd me up in the morn ;
Curfe light upon the carfindo and the inconftant
wind.
That made' me for to go and leave my dear behind.
Why if that be the cafe, faid this very fame friend,
And you ben't no more minded to roam,
Gif's a fhake 61 the fift — ^all your care's at an end,
Dad's alive, and your wife's fafe at home :
Stark flaring with joy, I leapt out of my fkin—
Bufs'd my wife, mother, lifter, and all of my kin :
Now, cry'd I, let them roam,
Who want a good home :
I am well — fo I'll keep ;
I am well — fo I 11 keep ;
Nor again leave my plough to go plough in the
deep :
Once more fhall the horn
Call me up in the morn —
Once more fhall the horn
Call rae up in the morn ;
Nor fhall any damn'd carfindo, nor the inconftant
wind.
Ere tempt me for to go and leave my. dear behind.
Women, War, and Wine.
T> ATTLE firft my foul employs,
•'-' Next comes love with all its tofs,
And liquor crowns my daily joys.
Next comes love with all i-ts toys.
Give me, then, ye powers divine.
Give me women, v/ar, and wine,
Give me women, charming women,
Give me women, war, and wine.
Battle makes me madly vain,
Love pops in and cools the flame,
But liquor makes me mad again,
Love pops in and cools the flame.
Give me, then, &e.
Let me fight and never fly,
Let me love and never figh,
Let me drink until [ die.
Let me love unci! I die.
Give me, (ken, &c.
Nannv — O.
'HILE fome for pleafure pawn their health,
'Twixt Lais and the Bagnio,
I'll fave mylelt, and without 'fteahh,
Kifs and carefs my Nanny — O.
She bids tnore fair t'engage a Jove
Then Leda did or Danae — O :
Were I to parnt the queen of lov e
None elfe fhould fit but Nanny —
How joyfully my fpirits rife.
When dancing fhe moves finely — Q,
I guels what heaven is by her eyes,
Which fparkle io divinely O.
Attend my vow, ye God.«, M'hile I
Breathe in the bleft Britantiia,
None's happinefs I fhall envy.
As long's ye grant me Nanny — O.
CHORUS.
My bonny, bonny Nanny — O,
My lovely charrning Nanny — O.
I care not tho' the world fhould know
How dearly I love Nanny — O.
Wheii I was a young one.
TX7"HEN I was a young one, what girl was like
' * me !
So wanton, fo airy, and brifk as a bee ?
I tattled, I rambled, I laugh'd, and when e'er
A fiddle was hcartl— to be lure I was tliere.
To all that came near I had fomething to fay ;
'Tw-as this, fir, and that fir, but fcarce ever nay ;
And Sundays, drefs'd out in my filk and my lace,
i warrant I flood by the beft in the place.
At twenty I got me a hufljand, poor man !
Well, reft him — we all are as good as we can I
Yet he was fo peevifli, he'd quarrel for ftraws.
And jealous— tho' truly I gave him lome caufe.
He fcubbM me, and huff 'd me ; but, let me alone,
Egad I I've a tongue, and I paid him his own :
Ye wive.'., take the hint, and when fpoufe is iin-
tow'rd,
Stand firm to your charter, and have the lail word.
But now I'm quite alter'd, the more to my woe;
I'm not what I was twenty fummers ago :
This Time's afore foe; there's no fhunning his
dart ;
However I keep up a pretty good, heart.
Grown old, yet I hate to be fitting mum cHance ;
I ftill love a tune, tho' unable to dance ;
And, books of devotion laid by on th-^ fhelf.
I teach that to others I once did myfelf-
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Description | Also: Women, war, and wine. Also: Nanny-o. Also: When I was a young one. |
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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