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THE CHARMS OF IVIELODY.
The old Woman of Seventy-two.
WHEN I was young, tho' now am- old.
The men were tind and true ;
Jiiit now tliey're grown fo falfe and bold.
What can a woman do ?
JNow what can a woman do ?
for men _are, truly,
So unruly,
I tremble at feventy-two ?
"When I was fair^tho' now fo fo.
No hearts were giv'n lo rove,
Our pulfes beat nor faft, nor flov.'.
But all was faith and love;
Now what can a woman do?
For men are, truly.
So unruly,
I tremble at, feventy-two.
The Silver Ton'd Trumpet.
WHEN Tous'd by the trumpet's loud clangor to
arms,
Reluftant I quitted Eliza's bright charms ;
Tho' honour cc*nmanded, yet love fill'd my mind ;
For how could I leave the dear creature behind?
Yet the rage of the battle with courage I try'd,
Survived, while the heroes fell faft by my fide;
Lov-e flood my proteflor in all the alarms,
W hile the filver-ton'd trumpet iliil founded to arms.
Now olive' rob *d peace kind advances again,
And her bleffings difpenfes wide over the plain ;
Return'd to Eliza, we joitj^d in the throng,
"Where is heard the foft pipe, or the heart-lifting
fong ;
TEach rural amufemenf with rapture we try.
While the beams of contentment are form'd In the
eye:
Lovtfiood my protedor, (Jfc.
'What moTtallike me fo tranfcendently bleft,
Whenclafp'd by thecharmer with joyto her breaft?
The laurel of conqueft I give to the wind—
■'TIS nought without true love and honor combin'd;
.But when tlius united, how noble the name !
What envy jmuft wait on fo happy a fame ?
Loi>efiood my proteSor, l^c.
Ever Welcome.
COME, ye party jangling fwains,
Leave your flocks, and quit the plains ;
Triends to country, friends to court,
Nothing herefhall fpoil our fport.
Ever welcome to our feaft,
■ Welcome ev'ry friendly gueft.
Little gaudy fluttering miffes.
Smiling hopes of future bliffes 5
Laughing dames, and virgins gay.
Sprightly widows, come away !
E'ver wdtome, S?c.
All that lip'ning fun can bring,
jBeauteous fummer, beauteous fpring;
In one varying fcene we fhow,
The green, the ripe, the bud, the blow.
M-iJer welcome, CSV.
Comus jefting, mufic charming.
Mirth infpiring, beauty warming;
3\age and party malice flies.
Peace leturas and difcord dies.
jEntF welcome, '^c-
Gaffer Grey.
Ho ! why doft thou fhiver and fhake, Gaffet|
Grey,
And why doft thou nofe look fo blue ?
" 'Tis the weather is cold,
" And I'm very old,
" And my doublet is not very new, well-a-day 1"
Then line thy worn doublet with ale, Gaffer Greyll
And v/arm thy old heai-t v.ith a glafs ;
"'Nay, but money I've none,
" And my credit's all gone,
■ "Then fay how may that come to pafs? well-a-day!"
Hie away to the houfe on the brow. Gaffer Grey,
And knock at the jolly priefl's door,
" He has often fupplied me,
" And never denied me,
»• But — I dare not go there -any more, weU-a-dayl'"
'The lawyer lives under the hill. Gaffer Grey,
^For candour and juftice rever'd ;
" He will faften his locks,
"•And hint that the flocks
''For vagrants and rogues are prepar'd, well-a-day!*'
The fqu ire has fat beeves and brown ale, Gafferl
Grey,
And the feafon will open his ftore;
" His fat beeves and his beer,
" And his merry new year,
" Are all for the honefl, tho' poor, well-a-day I"
The wicked and idle in youth. Gaffer Grey !
Muft expeft to be poor when they're old;
" Alas, the h"ard fate,
" To {eel when too late,
" The truth I have ever been <old, well-a-day 1"
Jockey of Aberdeen.
TTriTH tuneful pipe, and merry glee,
* * Young Jockey won my heart;
A bonnier lad you ne'er could fee.
All beauty without art.
In Aberdeen there -ne'er was leen,
A lad fo blithe and gay;
His glancing eyn, and comely meiij.
Has ftole my heart away.
Young Jemmy courts with artful fong.
But vain is a' his love ;
My Jockey blithe has lov'd me long.
To him I'll conftant prove.
In Aberdeen, ^c.
No more fliall I of fotrow know.
Nor ever more complain,
Nor fear my mammy's threats, I trow,
Now Jockey- is mine ain.
In Aberdeen, Is'c
Ceafe a while ye Winds to blow.
CEASE awhile ye wintis to blow,
Ceafe ye roaring ftreams to flow ;
Hufh'd be every other noife,
1 want to hear my lover's voice.
Here's the brook, the rock, the tree,
Hark .' a found! I think 'tis he !
'Tis not he, yet night comes on,
Where's my lovely wand'rer gone.
Loud I'll fpeak to make him hear,
'Tis I who calls my true love dear ;
The time is come, why this delay?
Alasi lay wand'rer.'i loft his way.
Ceafe, &c.
Ceafe, &c.
•Ceafe, 5?*.
THE CHARMS OF IVIELODY.
The old Woman of Seventy-two.
WHEN I was young, tho' now am- old.
The men were tind and true ;
Jiiit now tliey're grown fo falfe and bold.
What can a woman do ?
JNow what can a woman do ?
for men _are, truly,
So unruly,
I tremble at feventy-two ?
"When I was fair^tho' now fo fo.
No hearts were giv'n lo rove,
Our pulfes beat nor faft, nor flov.'.
But all was faith and love;
Now what can a woman do?
For men are, truly.
So unruly,
I tremble at, feventy-two.
The Silver Ton'd Trumpet.
WHEN Tous'd by the trumpet's loud clangor to
arms,
Reluftant I quitted Eliza's bright charms ;
Tho' honour cc*nmanded, yet love fill'd my mind ;
For how could I leave the dear creature behind?
Yet the rage of the battle with courage I try'd,
Survived, while the heroes fell faft by my fide;
Lov-e flood my proteflor in all the alarms,
W hile the filver-ton'd trumpet iliil founded to arms.
Now olive' rob *d peace kind advances again,
And her bleffings difpenfes wide over the plain ;
Return'd to Eliza, we joitj^d in the throng,
"Where is heard the foft pipe, or the heart-lifting
fong ;
TEach rural amufemenf with rapture we try.
While the beams of contentment are form'd In the
eye:
Lovtfiood my protedor, (Jfc.
'What moTtallike me fo tranfcendently bleft,
Whenclafp'd by thecharmer with joyto her breaft?
The laurel of conqueft I give to the wind—
■'TIS nought without true love and honor combin'd;
.But when tlius united, how noble the name !
What envy jmuft wait on fo happy a fame ?
Loi>efiood my proteSor, l^c.
Ever Welcome.
COME, ye party jangling fwains,
Leave your flocks, and quit the plains ;
Triends to country, friends to court,
Nothing herefhall fpoil our fport.
Ever welcome to our feaft,
■ Welcome ev'ry friendly gueft.
Little gaudy fluttering miffes.
Smiling hopes of future bliffes 5
Laughing dames, and virgins gay.
Sprightly widows, come away !
E'ver wdtome, S?c.
All that lip'ning fun can bring,
jBeauteous fummer, beauteous fpring;
In one varying fcene we fhow,
The green, the ripe, the bud, the blow.
M-iJer welcome, CSV.
Comus jefting, mufic charming.
Mirth infpiring, beauty warming;
3\age and party malice flies.
Peace leturas and difcord dies.
jEntF welcome, '^c-
Gaffer Grey.
Ho ! why doft thou fhiver and fhake, Gaffet|
Grey,
And why doft thou nofe look fo blue ?
" 'Tis the weather is cold,
" And I'm very old,
" And my doublet is not very new, well-a-day 1"
Then line thy worn doublet with ale, Gaffer Greyll
And v/arm thy old heai-t v.ith a glafs ;
"'Nay, but money I've none,
" And my credit's all gone,
■ "Then fay how may that come to pafs? well-a-day!"
Hie away to the houfe on the brow. Gaffer Grey,
And knock at the jolly priefl's door,
" He has often fupplied me,
" And never denied me,
»• But — I dare not go there -any more, weU-a-dayl'"
'The lawyer lives under the hill. Gaffer Grey,
^For candour and juftice rever'd ;
" He will faften his locks,
"•And hint that the flocks
''For vagrants and rogues are prepar'd, well-a-day!*'
The fqu ire has fat beeves and brown ale, Gafferl
Grey,
And the feafon will open his ftore;
" His fat beeves and his beer,
" And his merry new year,
" Are all for the honefl, tho' poor, well-a-day I"
The wicked and idle in youth. Gaffer Grey !
Muft expeft to be poor when they're old;
" Alas, the h"ard fate,
" To {eel when too late,
" The truth I have ever been <old, well-a-day 1"
Jockey of Aberdeen.
TTriTH tuneful pipe, and merry glee,
* * Young Jockey won my heart;
A bonnier lad you ne'er could fee.
All beauty without art.
In Aberdeen there -ne'er was leen,
A lad fo blithe and gay;
His glancing eyn, and comely meiij.
Has ftole my heart away.
Young Jemmy courts with artful fong.
But vain is a' his love ;
My Jockey blithe has lov'd me long.
To him I'll conftant prove.
In Aberdeen, ^c.
No more fliall I of fotrow know.
Nor ever more complain,
Nor fear my mammy's threats, I trow,
Now Jockey- is mine ain.
In Aberdeen, Is'c
Ceafe a while ye Winds to blow.
CEASE awhile ye wintis to blow,
Ceafe ye roaring ftreams to flow ;
Hufh'd be every other noife,
1 want to hear my lover's voice.
Here's the brook, the rock, the tree,
Hark .' a found! I think 'tis he !
'Tis not he, yet night comes on,
Where's my lovely wand'rer gone.
Loud I'll fpeak to make him hear,
'Tis I who calls my true love dear ;
The time is come, why this delay?
Alasi lay wand'rer.'i loft his way.
Ceafe, &c.
Ceafe, &c.
•Ceafe, 5?*.
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Description | Also: The silver ton'd trumpet. Also: Ever welcome. Also: Gaffer Grey. Also: Jockey of Aberdeen. Also: Cease a while ye winds to blow. |
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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