The Popular songs of Scotland with their appropriate melodies . the above, together with an account of the works in which he has found Christie also has it in his Traditional Ballad Airs, vol. ii., and in his note states that it was sent tohis father in 1812 by an aged farmer in Buehan, who had long known it under the name of I winna haetailor or sutor. Like almost all the airs collected in Aberdeenshire by the Dean, it has a second part; this,while showing the fertility of invention of our northern ballad singers, rather disturbs our ideas of th*antiquity of their versions. 90 SCOTTIS
The Popular songs of Scotland with their appropriate melodies . the above, together with an account of the works in which he has found Christie also has it in his Traditional Ballad Airs, vol. ii., and in his note states that it was sent tohis father in 1812 by an aged farmer in Buehan, who had long known it under the name of I winna haetailor or sutor. Like almost all the airs collected in Aberdeenshire by the Dean, it has a second part; this,while showing the fertility of invention of our northern ballad singers, rather disturbs our ideas of th*antiquity of their versions. 90 SCOTTISH SONGS. • AULD ROB MORRIS. =80 MODEKATO. ARRANGED BY J. T. SUKESSB. ^^m^^F^- ft BE ?j—< 4- He has gowd4 BE &-== his cof - BE5 EF ^ IP fers, —r- e^ He hasZJt. 1 AULD ROB MORRIS. 91. l#Efe^^ & Hh£ EE dar iin°r and. PlNi -&,-^ M=M :.t=3t mf • -+ r p\ zzz: f Shes fresh as the morning, the fairest in May;Shes sweet as the evning amang the new hay ;As blythe and as artless as the lamb on the lea,And dear to my heart as the light to the ee. But 0 ! shes an heiress—auld Robins a laird,And my daddie6 has nocht but a cot-house and yard;A wooer like me maunna7 hope to come speed;The wounds I must hide that will soon be my The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane;The night comes to me, but my rest it is gane;I wander my lane9 like a night-troubled ghaist,10And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast. 0 had she but been of a lower degree, 1 then might hae hoped she wad smiled upon me;0, how past descrivingu had then been my bliss,As now my distraction no words can express. i Dwells. i Must not - Good.! Death. 1 Lone. 4 Ghost. fi Would. 8 Describing. Auld Rob Morris/ This air appears in tablature in the Leyde
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