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LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER.
Tune- The Lothian Lassie.'
Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,
And sair wi' his love he did deave me ;
The deuce gae wi'm to believe me, believe me,
The deuce gae wi’m to believe me.
And vowed for my love he was diein ;
The Lord forgie me for liein, for liein,
The Lord forgie me for liein.
And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers :
But thought I might hae wauro offers, waur offers,
But thought I might hae waur offers.
The deil tak his taste to gae near her!
Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her, could bear her,
Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her.
I gaed to the tryste o' Dalgarnock,
I glowred as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock,
I glowred as I'd seen a warlock.
Lest neibors might say I was saucy ;
And vowed I was his dear lassie, dear lassie,
2 let out. green lane, the same word as loaning.
I spier'd' for my cousin fu' couthy' and sweet,
Gin she had recovered her hearin, And how her new shoon fit her auld shachlt 3 feet
But Heavens ! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
But Heavens! how he fell a swearin.
Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow :
I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow,
O WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST.
Tune The Lass of Livingstone.'
O, wert thou in the cauld blast,
On yonder lea, on yonder lea;
I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee ;
Around thee blaw, around thee blaw,
To share it a, to share it a'.
Sae black and bare, sae black and bare,
If thou wert there, if thou wert there.
Wi' thee to reign, wil thee to reign,
Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.
kind. I direction of the wind.
3 twisted. shelter.
(LADY NAIRN was born in 1766. Though she lived to an advanced age, dying in 1845, most of her songs were written early in life, soon after the appearance of Burns's poems in 1787. The first and only collected edition of her works appeared in 1869, but for two generations before, songs of her composing had been sung in every Scotch household and concert-room, though the name of the author was unknown. A surprising number of the most familiar Scotch songs, many of them popularly believed to have descended from remote antiquity, were written by Lady Nairn—The Land o' the Leal, The Laird o Cockpen, Caller Herrin, The Auld House, HuntingTower, John Tod, Wha'll be King but Charlie ? Charlie is my darling, Will ye no come back again! He's ower the hills that I loe weel, I will sit in my wee croo house.]
Like another Scotch lady, the authoress of Auld Robin Gray, Miss Oliphant was first moved to song-writing by the desire of rescuing fine old tunes from coarse themes. This is her own account of the beginning of her poetic impulse ; she
saw, with admiration how Burns was fitting popular melodies with worthy words, and longed to help him in the good work. That this object should have mixed with her poetic impulses is characteristic of her training, but no songs written with or without a moral object were ever more spontaneous in their lyric flow, more free from artificiality. Two great motives may be distinguished in her verse-sympathy with the life of the common people among whom she moved with old-fashioned familiarity as a radiant comforter and joy-bringer, and sympathy with the chivalrous spirit of Jacobitism, which was the air she breathed in her own family. Her songs contain all that is best and highest in the Jacobite poetry of Scotland,—the tender regret that never sinks into wailing, the high-tempered gaiety that bends but will not break, the fiery spirit that reaches forward to victory and never thinks of defeat. It was a misfortune for the Pretender that such a poet. laureate of his cause did not appear till forty years after that cause was hopelessly lost. Lady Nairn's Jacobite songs—she did not receive her title till her husband's attainder was removed in 1824– were written for the consolation of an aged kinsman who had followed Prince Charlie's' fortunes in 1745. Her grandfather, Oliphant of Gask, had been 'out' in 1715 as well as 1745, and of her father the Pretender wrote--'He is as worthy a subject as I have, and his family never deroged from their principals.' The atmosphere of sincere and chivalrous Jacobitism in which she was nurtured accounts in no small measure for the intense air of reality in her songs.
WHA'LL BE KING BUT CHARLIE?
The news frae Moidart cam' yestreen
Will soon gar mony ferlie';
And landit Royal Charlie.
Ye're a th' welcomer early ; Around him cling wi' a' your kin,
For wha 'll be King but Charlie ? Come through the heather, around him gather, Come Ronald, come Donald, com a' thegither, And crown your rightfu' lawfu’ King,
For wha 'll be King but Charlie ? The Hieland clans, wi' sword in hand,
Frae John o’ Groats to Airlie, Hae to a man declared to stand, Or fa' wi' Royal Charlie,
Come through the heather, &c. The Lowlands a', baith great and sma',
Wi mony a lord and laird, hae Declared for Scotia's King and law, And spier ye wha but Charlie ?
Come through the heather, &c.
But vows faith late an' early,
Come through the heather, &c.
And be't complete an early ;
| make many wonder.