But up in the mornin'-na, na, na! The gowans maun glent on bank and brae, COMING THROUGH THE RYE. ANONYMOUS. Old version, as altered by Burns. COMING through the rye, poor body, Coming through the rye. Oh, Jenny's a' wat, poor body, Gin a body meet a body Gin a body meet a body Need the warld ken? Oh, Jenny's a' wat, poor body, She draiglet a' her petticoatie NEW STAGE VERSION. GIN a body meet a body Need a body cry? Every lassie has her laddie, Yet a' the lads they smile at me But whaur his hame, or what his name, Gin a body meet a body Yet a' the lads they smile at me But whaur his hame, or what his name, BIDE YE YET. ANONYMOUS. From Herd's Collection, 1769. Air-"The wayward wife." GIN I had a wee house an' a canty wee fire, Ye little ken what's to betide ye yet; When I gang a-field, an' come hame at e’en, Sae bide ye yet, &c. An' if there should ever happen to be A difference atween my wee wifie an' me, THE BRISK YOUNG LAD. ANONYMOUS. Herd's Collection, 1776. Air-"Bung your eye in the morning." THERE cam' a young man to my daddie's door, My daddie's door, my daddie's door; There cam' a young man to my daddie's door, And wow, but he was a braw young lad, A brisk young lad, and a braw young lad ; And wow, Cam' seeking me to woo. But I was baking when he came, I took him in and gied him a scone, I set him in aside the bink; I ga'e him bread and ale to drink; Gae, get you gone, you cauldrife wooer, There lay a deuk-dub before the door, Out cam' the gudeman, and high he shouted; Then out cam' I, and sneer'd and smiled: Ye've fa'en i' the dirt, and ye're a' befiled: We'll hae nae mair o' you. The chorus is repeated at the end of every stanza. The music of this old song is quaint, characteristic, and peculiarly Scottish. TIBBIE FOWLER. From Herd's Collection, 1776. Air-"Tibbie Fowler." TIBBIE Fowler o' the glen, There's ower many wooin' at her; Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, There's ower many wooin' at her. Wooin' at her, pu'in' at her, Courtin' her, and canna get her; Filthy elf! it's for her pelf That a' the lads are wooin' at her. Ten cam' east, and ten cam' west, Ten cam' rowin' o'er the water; There's seven but and seven ben, Seven i' the pantry wi' her; Twenty head about the door : There's ane-and-forty wooin' at her! She's got pendles in her lugs- An' a' the lads are wooin' at her! Be a lassie e'er sae black, Gin she hae the penny siller, The wind will blaw a man till her. Be a lassie e'er sae fair, An' she want the penny siller, A flie may fell her i' the air, Before a man be even'd till her. The first two stanzas of this song appeared in Herd's Collection. The song itself is mentioned by Allan Ramsay in the "Tea-Table Miscellany." The authorship has been claimed for the Rev. Dr. Strachan, minister of Carnwater; but he appears to have simply remodelled, and perhaps improved, the old song spoken of by Ramsay. OUR GUDEMAN CAM' HAME. ANONYMOUS. Herd's Collection, 1776. Air-" Our gudeman." OUR gudeman cam' hame at e’en, And hame cam' he; And there he saw a saddle-horse Where nae horse should be. Oh, how cam' this horse here? How cam' this horse here Without the leave o' me? Far hae I ridden, And muckle hae I seen; But a saddle on a milk-cow Saw I never nane. Our gudeman cam' hame at e’en, And hame cam' he; |