The Popular songs of Scotland with their appropriate melodies . laidie. This is another production of Hector Macneill, the writer of Mary ofCastlecary, and many other songs, which have deservedly been very popular. The air, a dance tune, ofwhich there are several versions, has been named after its supposed composer, John Macgill, a musician ofGirvan in Ayrshire. It is, however, also claimed as belonging to Ireland ; and Moore has made use of it inhis Irish Melodies in a rather extraordinary fashion. He has joined the first half of it as a second part tothe first part of the old Shakespearian t
The Popular songs of Scotland with their appropriate melodies . laidie. This is another production of Hector Macneill, the writer of Mary ofCastlecary, and many other songs, which have deservedly been very popular. The air, a dance tune, ofwhich there are several versions, has been named after its supposed composer, John Macgill, a musician ofGirvan in Ayrshire. It is, however, also claimed as belonging to Ireland ; and Moore has made use of it inhis Irish Melodies in a rather extraordinary fashion. He has joined the first half of it as a second part tothe first part of the old Shakespearian tune, Green sleeves, calling the combination The basket ofoysters. See Appendix for the rest of Macneills song. 270 SCOTTISH BUNGS. MY BOY, TAMMY. ARRANGED BY J. T. StTRENTffi. r- 63 Moderate. s —wmf Z^ZJtp^ m$i^m^Mm^4 )i <; r ^ n 3= ffi / r E h±E§= ^=* §^= 3-J n|-t ?): ^±-~* £l ^ Whar hae ye been a day, My boy, Tarn - my % An m^f *^=M 4 *\ =^ ^&^^ f^r p1 i v w% P-a I i -si. l r p^*ff^s*=*=e^ feES whar hae ye been a day, My boy, Tarn - my ? Ive. pgp^S^^F^E^ 5 S been by burn and flow - ry brae, Meadow green, and mountain grey, Courtin o this young thing, AH* °> m ^ *£ -§——«- r # g « —»? Sh MY BOY. TAMMY. 271 3E £Efefcfr=trf Just come frae her mam - my. -#?, #„ ? ^^^fi fe B^ 3^ mm m An whar gat ye that young thing, My boy, Tammy ?I gat her down in yonder howe,Smiling on a broomy knowe,Herding ae wee lamb an ewe, For her puir mammy. What said ye to the bonnie bairn, My boy, Tammy ?1 praised her een, sae lovely blue,Her dimpled cheek an cherry mou;-An preed it aft, as ye may trow !— She said, shed tell her mammy. I held her to my beatin heart, My young, my smilin lammie. 1 hae a house, it cost me dear, Ive walth o plenishin an gear; Yese get it a, wert ten times mair,Gin ye will leave your mammy. The smile gaed aff her bonnie face— I maunna leave my gien me meat, shes gien me claes,Shes been my comfort a my days :—My fathers death brought
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