Little wat ye wha's coming, Little wat ye wha's coming, Little wat ye wha's coming; Mony a buttock bare's coming! OCH HEY, JOHNNIE LAD. TANNAHILL. OCH hey, Johnnie lad, Ye're no sae kind's ye sou'd hae been ; Och hey, Johnnie lad, Ye didna keep your tryst yestreen. I waited lang beside the wood, It was a waefu' nicht yestreen! I lookit by the whinny knowe, I lookit by the firs sae green; I lookit ower the spunkie howe, And aye I thocht ye wad hae been. The ne'er a supper cross'd my craig, The ne'er a sleep has closed my een: Och hey, Johnnie lad, Ye're no sae kind's ye sou'd hae been Gin ye were waitin' by the wood, It's I was waitin' by the thorn; I thecht it was the place we set, And waited maist till dawnin' morn. But be nae beat, my bonnie lass, Let my waitin' stand for thine; We'll awa to Craigton shaw, And seek the joys we tint yestreen. OUR GUDEMAN CAM' HAME AT E'EN. 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 can this be? How cam this horse here? Without the leave o' me? A horse! quo' she; Aye, a horse, quo' he. Ye auld blind dotard carle, And blinder mat ye be ! It's but a bonnie milk-cow, My mither sent to me. A milk-cow! quo' he; Aye, a milk-cow, quo' she. 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, He spied a pair o' jack-boots, How cam thae boots here, And muckle hae I seen; Our gudeman cam hame at e'en, And hame cam he; And there he spied a powder'd wig, Where nae wig should be. What's this I see? A clocken-hen! quo' he; Aye, a clocken-hen, quo' she. Far hae I ridden, And muckle hae I seen, But pouther on a clocken-hen Our gudeman cam hame at e'en, And hame cam he; 162 And there he saw a mickle coat, Where nae coat should be. How cam this coat here? How can this be? And muckle hae I seen; Ben gaed our gudeman, And ben gaed he; BURNS' WORKS. And there he spied a sturdy man, Where nae man should be. How cam this man here? How can this be? How cam this man here, Without the leave o' me? Puir blind body, And blinder mat you be ! Far hae I ridden, And muckle hae I seen, But lang-bearded maidens Saw I never nane. IF YE'LL BE MY DAWTIE, AND SIT IN MY PLAID. Tune- Hie, Bonnie Lassie." HIE, bonnie lassie, blink over the burn, A yowe and twa lammies are a' my haill stock, I hae little siller, but ae hauf-year's fee, I'LL NEVER LEAVE THEE.' RAMSAY. JOHNNY. THOUGH, for seven years and mair, honour should reave me To fields where cannons rair, thou needsna grieve thee; For deep in my spirit thy sweets are indented; And love shall preserve ay what love has im printed. Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee, Gang the warld as it will, dearest, believe me! NELLY. Oh, Johnny, I'm jealous, whene'er ye discover My sentiments yielding, ye'll turn a loose rover ;. And nought in the world would vex my heart sairer, If you prove inconstant, and fancy ane fairer. Grieve me, grieve me, oh, it wad grieve me, A' the lang night and day, if you deceive me! JOHNNY. My Nelly, let never sic fancies oppress ye; For, while my blood's warm, I'll kindly caress ye: Your saft blooming beauties first kindled love's fire, Your virtue and wit mak it ay flame the higher. 1793, mentions, that he had heard it gravely asserted at Edinburgh, that "a foolish song, beginning. Go, go, go, go to Berwick, Johnie! Thou shalt have the horse, and I shall have the poney! was made upon one of Wallace's marauding expedi tions, and that the person thus addressed was no other than his fidus Achátes, Sir John Graham," As walking forth to view the plain, While May's sweet scent did cheer my brain, I chanced to meet a pretty maid; I ask'd her name: sweet Sir, she said, I stood a while, and did admire, Like this same Katherine Ogie. Thou flower of females, beauty's queen, O were I but some shepherd swain ! OWER BOGIE ALLAN BAMSAY. Tune-" O'er Bogie." · I WILL awa' wi' my love, Though ilka ane be discontent, For now she's mistress o' my heart, I will awa' wi' my love, I will awa' wi' her, Though a' my kin had sworn and said, I'll o'er Bogie wi' her. LASS, GIN YE LO'E ME. JAMES TYTLER. Tune--"' Lass, gin ye lø’e me.” I HAE laid a herring in saut— An' I canna come ilka day to woo: I hae a house upon yon moor Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me now; Three sparrows may dance upon the floor, And I canna come ilka day to woo : I hae a but, an' I hae a ben Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me now; A penny to keep, and a penny to spen', An' I canna come ilka day to woo : I hae a hen wi' a happitie-leg- An' I canna come ilka day to woo : Lass, gin ye lo'e me,, tell me now; And soon wi' mites 'twill rin itself, And I canna come ilka day to woo. LASSIE, LIE NEAR ME. DR. BLACKLOCK. Tune" Laddie, lie near me." LANG hae we parted been, Lassie, lie near me. Near me, near me, Lassie, lie near me. Lang hast thou lain thy lane; Lassie, lie near me. A' that I hae endured, Lassie, my dearie, Here in thy arms is cured; Lassie, lie near me. LOW DOUN I THE BRUME. My daddie is a cankert carle, He'll no twine wi' his gear; But let them say, or let them do, For he's low doun, he's in the brume, He's waiting on me : For he's low doun, he's in the brume, My auntie Kate sits at her wheel, And let them say, &c. My cousin Kate was sair beguiled And let them say, &c. Gleed Sandy he cam wast yestreen, And speir'd when I saw Pate; And aye sinsyne the neebors round They jeer me air and late. And let them say, &c. THE CAMPBELLS ARE COMING. Tune-" The Campbells are coming." The Campbells are coming, O-ho, O-ho! The Campbells are coming, O-ho, O-ho! UPON the Lomonds I lay, I lay; Upon the Lomonds 1 lay; I lookit doun to bonnie Lochleven, The Campbells are coming, &c. Great Argyle he goes before; He makes the cannons and guns to roar ; With sound o' trumpet, pipe, and drum; The Campbells are coming, O-ho, O-ho! The Campbells are coming, &c. The Campbells they are a' in arms, Their loyal faith and truth to show, With banners rattling in the wind; The Campbells are coming, O-ho, O-ho! • The Campbells are coming, &c. MERRY HAE I BEEN TEETHING A HECKLE. Tune" Lord Breadalbane's March." O MERRY hae I been teething a heckle, And merry hae I been shapin a spune ; O merry hae I been cloutin a kettle, And kissin my Katie when a' was dune. O a' the lang day I ca' at my hammer, And a' the lang day I whistle and sing; A' the lang nicht I cuddle my kimmer, And a' the lang nicht as happy's a king. Bitter in dule I lickit my winnins, O' marrying Bess, to gie her a slave: Blest be the hour she cooled in her linens, And blythe be the bird that sings over her grave! Come to my arms, my Katie, my Katie, And come to my arms, my Katie again! Drucken or sober, here's to thee, Katie! And blest be the day I did it again! From Johnson's Musical Museum, Part III., 1790; where it is insinuated, as an on dit, that it was com posed on the imprisonment of Queen Mary in Lochleven Castle. The Lomonds are two well-known The chorus of this song is very old: tradition ascribes the verses to a Laird of Balnamoon in Forfar-hills, overhanging Lochleven to the east, and visible shire: but upon that point the learned differ. It is from Edinburgh. The air is the well-known family tune or march of the Clan Campbell. one of the most popular ditties in Scotland. MY AULD MAN. Tune-" Saw ye my Father?" In the land of Fife there lived a wicked wife, Who sorely did lament, and made her complaint, In cam her cousin Kate, when it was growing late, She said, What's gude 'for an auld man? O wheit-breid and wine, and a kinnen new slain ; That's gude for an auld man. Cam ye in to jeer, or cam ye in to scorn, For bear-bread and water, I'm sure, is much better It's ower gude for an auld man. Now the auld man's deid, and, without remeid, Into his cauld grave he's gane : Lie still wi' my blessing! of thee I hae nae missing; I'll ne'er mourn for an auld man. Within a little mair than three quarters of a year, Betty, lassy, say't thysell, Though thy dame be ill to shoe : First we'll buckle, then we'll tell; Let her flyte, and syne come to. What signifies a mother's gloom, When love and kisses come in play? Should we wither in our bloom, And in simmer mak nae hay? For the sake of somebody, &c. Bonny lad, I carena by, Though I try my luck wi' thee,' Since ye are content to tie The half-mark bridal-band wi' me. I'll slip hame and wash my feet, And steal on linens fair and clean; Syne at the trysting-place we'll meet, To do but what my dame has done.' For the sake of somebody, For the sake of somebody, SANDY O'ER THE LEE. Tune-" Sandy o'er the lee." I WINNA marry ony man but Sandy ower the lee, I winna marry ony man but Sandy ower the lee; O black grew her brows, and howe grew her I winna hae the dominie, for gude he canna be; From Ritson's "Scottish Songs," 1793, into which the editor mentious that it was copied from some common collection, whose title he did not remember. It has often been the task of the Scottish muse to point out the evils of ill-assorted alliances; but she has scarcely ever done so with so much hu But I will hae my Sandy lad, my Sandy ower mour, and, at the same time, so much force of moral MY LOVE, SHE'S BUT A LASSIE YET. painting, as in the present case. No tune is assigned to the song in Ritson's Collection; but the present editor has ventured to suggest the fine air, "Saw ye my father, rather as being suitable to the peculiar rhythm of the verses, than to the spirit of the composition. Tune-"My Love is but a lassie yet." My love, she's but a lassie yet; My love, she's but a lassie yet; |