Scotish song ..
Joseph Ritson (Compiler)
Songs
2 volumes 18 cm
1996340
A cock laird, fou cadgie
A friend of mine came here yeſtreen
A hoary ſwain, inur'd to care
A laſs that was ' laden' with care
A youth adorn'd with every art
About Zule, quhen the wind blew cule
Adieu, ye ſtreams that ſmoothly glide
Ah ! gaze not on thoſe eyes ! Forbear
Ah ! the [poor] ſhepherd's mournful fate
Alas ! my ſon, you little know
Alas ! when charming Sylvia's gone
And ye ſall walk in ſilk attire
Ann thou wert my ain thing
As I came in by Achendown
As I came in by Tiviot ſide
As I was a walking ae May morning
As I was walking all alone
As Sylvia in a foreſt lay
As walking forth to view the plain
Auld Rob Morris that wins in yon glen
Awa, Whigs, awa'
Awake, my love; with genial ray
Ay waking oh
Balow, my boy, ly ſtill and ſleep
Be murray, bretherene, ane and all
Beneath a green ſhade, a lovely young ſwain
Blyth, blyth, blyth was ſhe
Buſk ye, buſk ye, my bony bony bride
But are ye ſure the news is true?
By Pinky houſe oft let me walk
Care, away go thou from me
Carl, an the king come
Clavers and his highlandmen
Coming through the broom at e' en
Cope ſent a challenge from Dunbar
Did ever ſwain a nymph adore
Down in yon meadow a couple did tarrie
Duncan's coming, Donald's coming
Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and ſtrong
For ever, Fortune! wilt thou prove
For the lack of gold ſhe's left me, O
From anxious zeal and factious ſtrife
Fy let us all to the briddel
Get up, guide wyfe, don on your claiſe
Gil Morrice was an erles ſon
Gilderoy was a bonny boy
Go, plaintive ſounds, and to the fair
Good morrow, fair miſtrels, the beginner of
Harken, and I will tell you how
Hear me, ye nymphs, and every ſwain
Here awa', there awa', here awa' Willie
Here's a health to all brave Engliſh lads
How blyth ilk morn was I to ſee
How happy is the rural clown
I am a batchelor winſome
I chanc'd to meet an airy blade
I ha'e laid a herring in ſa't
Ile ſing you a ſong, my brave boys
I lo'e na a laddie but ane
I mak it kend, he that will ſpend
I've heard of a lilting at our ewes milking
I've ſeen the ſmiling
I've ſpent my time in rioting
I wiſh I were where Helen lies!
In April, when primroſes paint the ſweet plain
In ſummer I mawed my meadow
In the land of Fife there liv'd a wicked wife
In winter when the rain rain'd cauld
Jocky ſaid to Jeany, Jeany, wilt thou do't?
It fell about the Martinmas
It fell about the Martinmas time
It was in and about the Martinmas time
It was in old times, when trees compos'd
Late in an evening forth I went
Leander on the bay
Let mournful Britons now deplore
Lithe and liſten, gentlemen
Little wat ye wha's coming
Liv'd ance twa livers in yon dale
Look where my dear Hamilla ſmiles
Lord Thomas and fair Annet
Love never more ſhall give me pain
March, march, why the deil do ye na march?
Murn ye highlands, and murn ye leighlands
My daddy is a canker'd carle
My dear and only love, I pray
My father has fourty good ſhillings
My Harry was a gallant gay
My love has built a bonny ſhip
My love was born in Aberdeen
My mither's ay glowran o'er me
My Peggy is a young thing
My ſheep I neglected, I loſt my ſheep-hook
Nanſy's to the green wood gane
Now wat ye wha I met yeſtreen
O come away, come away,
O ! I hae loſt my ſilken ſnood
O liſten, gude peopell, to my tale
O waly, waly up the bank
O were I able to rehearſe
O will you hae ta tartan plaid
O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut
O would'ſt thou know her ſacred charms
Of all the things beneath the ſun
Of race divine thou needs needs muſt be
Oh ! how ſhall I venture, or dare to reveal
Oh ! ſend my Lewis Gordon hame
On Etrick banks in a ſummers night
Our goodman came hame at e'en
Pray came you here the fight to ſhun
Quhy dois zour brand fae drop wi' bluid
Robeyns Jok come to wow our Jynny
Stately ſtept he eaſt the wa
Sum ſpeiks of lords, ſum the ſpeiks of lairds
Sweet Annie frae the ſea beech came
Sweet ſir, for your courteſie
Tarry woo, tarry woo
The bride came out of the byre
The chevalier, being void of fear
The duke of Gordon has three daughters
The gypſies came to our good lord's gate
The king ſits in Dumferling toune
The knight ſtands in the ſtable-door
The lass of Peatie's mill
The laſt time I came o'er the moor
The meal was dear ſhort ſyne
The pawky auld carle came o'er the Ice
The ſmiling morn, the breathing ſpring
The ſmiling plains profuſely gay
The ſpring time returns and clothes the green
There came a ghoſt to Marg'rets door
There's auld Rob Morris that wins in yon glen
There's ſome ſay that we wan
There was a jolly beggar, and a begging he
There was a wife won'd in a glen
There was an auld wife an' a wee pickle tow
There was anes a may, and ſhe loo'd na men
Thickeſt night, ſurround my dwelling !
Tho' Geordie reigns in Jamie's ſtead
"Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow ſtream !"
Thy fatal ſhafts unerring move
'Tis I have ſeen braw new gowns
Engraved title pages, with vignettes; engraved head-pieces and tail-piece
With music (unaccompanied melodies)
"A historical essay on Scotish song": v. 1, p. [xi]-cxix
Imprint date of v. 1 incorrect (MDCCXIV for MDCCXCIV)