. The Scottish minstrel : a selection of the most favourite songs of Caledonia; adapted for the voice, German flute, and violin . Though the days are gane that we hae seen, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, our siller neer wasrife, And yet we neer saw poverty sin* we were manand wife; Weve ay haen bit and brat, John, great blessingshere below. And that helps to keep peace at hame, John An-derson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, the warld loes us baithjWe neer spak ill o neibours, John, nor did them ony skaith;To live in peace and quietness was a our care, ye know,And Im sure
. The Scottish minstrel : a selection of the most favourite songs of Caledonia; adapted for the voice, German flute, and violin . Though the days are gane that we hae seen, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, our siller neer wasrife, And yet we neer saw poverty sin* we were manand wife; Weve ay haen bit and brat, John, great blessingshere below. And that helps to keep peace at hame, John An-derson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, the warld loes us baithjWe neer spak ill o neibours, John, nor did them ony skaith;To live in peace and quietness was a our care, ye know,And Im sure theyll greet when we are dead, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, frae year to year weve past,And soon that year maun come, John, will bring us to our last; 91 Eut let not that affright us, Jphn, oui- hearts v/ereneer our foe. While in innocent delight weve livd, John An-derson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, weve clamb the hill mony a canty day, John, weve had wi ane anither;Now we maun totter down, John, but hand in hand well go,And well sleep thegither at the fit, John i\.ndersonj my 22 My only Jo and Dearie, O. is o the roses hue, My ^^ on - - ly jo and dear - - ie, O j Thy i t neck is o the sil - - ler dew, U- ^g^^^p pon the banks sae brier- ie, O. Thy PTP^i? ^=^ I in:ze:z g teeth are o the i--vo-ry, O sweets the twinkle o thine ee : Nae joy, nae plea-sure, f-TZt. i^^fS z=^ blinks 01 I me, My on - - ly jo and J^ ~ —H -J4-, ^ CslS A _itt^-^_| ^ . W-^ -J •»^ ..,. ...,. - .., dearie, O. The birdie sings upon the thorn,Its sang o joy, fu cheerie, O,Rejoicing in the simmer morn, Nae care to mak it eerie, O ;Ah 1 little kens the sangster sweet,Aught o the care I hae to meet,That gars my restless bosom beat,My only jo and dearie, O. When we were bairnies on yon brae,And youth was blinkin bonnie, O, Aft we wad dafF the lieiang joys fu sweet and monie, O. 24 Aft I wad chase thee oer the lee,And round about the thorny tree,Or p
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