How sweet is the brier wi' its soft faulding blossom, She's modest as ony, and blythe as she's bonny, Wha'd blight in its bloom the sweet flow'r o' Dumblane. How lost were my days till I met wi' my Jessie, Till charm'd with young Jessie, the flow'r o' Dumblane. And reckon as naething the height o' its splendour, OH, ARE YE SLEEPING, MAGGIE? ROBERT TANNAHILL. Air-"Sleepy Maggie." Oн, are ye sleeping, Maggie, Oh, are ye sleeping, Maggie ? Let me in, for loud the linn Is roaring o'er the warlock craigie. Mirk and rainy is the night, Oh, are ye sleeping, Maggie, &c. Fearful soughs the boortree bank, And cry of howlets makes me eerie. Aboon my breath I darna speak, For fear I rouse your waukrife daddie; Oh, are ye sleeping, Maggie, &c. She opt the door, she let him in, Now since ye're waking, Maggie, LOUDON'S BONNIE WOODS AND BRAES. ROBERT TANNAHILL. "LOUDON'S bonnie woods and braes, Would gi'e to Britons law, lassie? "Hark, the swelling bugle rings, Waefu' thochts to me, laddie. Where vengeance drives his crimson car, And nane to close thy ee, laddie.” "Oh, resume thy wonted smile, Oh, suppress thy fears, lassie; 'Midst our bonnie woods and braes WHAT AILS THIS HEART O' MINE? SUSANNA BLAMIRE. Air-"Sir James Baird's favourite," or "My dearie, an' thou dee." WHAT ails this heart o' mine? What ails this watery ee? What gars me a' turn cauld as death When I take leave o' thee? When thou art far awa', Thou'lt dearer grow to me; But change o' place and change o' folk May gar thy fancy jee. When I gae out at e'en, Or walk at morning air, And live aneath the tree, I'll ca't a word frae thee. I'll hie me to the bower That thou wi' roses tied, And where wi' mony a blushing bud I strove mysel' to hide. I'll doat on ilka spot Where I hae been wi' thee, And ca' to mind some kindly word By ilka burn and tree. Wi' sic thoughts i' my mind, Time through the world may gae, And find my heart in twenty years The same as 'tis to-day, 'Tis thoughts that bind the soul, And keep friends i' the ee; And gin I think I see thee aye, What can part thee and me? THE WAEFU' HEART. SUSANNA BLAMIRE. Published 1788. GIN livin' worth could win my heart, My waefu' heart lies low wi' his, Oh, what a heart was that to lose! Yet, oh, gin Heaven in mercy soon To show me on my way; Surprised, nae doubt, I still am here, I come, I come, my Jamie dear, She said, and soon a deadly pale Her sorrows sunk to rest. OF T UNIVESET OF CALIFOR This excellent song is erroneously stated, in the notes to the collection of melodies published in Glasgow in 1841, under the title of "The Garland of Scotia," to be the production of one Jeanie Ferguson. AND YE SHALL WALK IN SILK ATTIRE. SUSANNA BLAMIRE. From the "Musical Museum," 1790. |