The Popular songs of Scotland with their appropriate melodies . not uncommon, but I know only on!other pastoral air of Lady Grizels time that would suit it, namely, My apron, dearie. Her fragment W%C^i?^-+e-db^T-hrrS Pringle ? poet of Roxburghshire (1789-1834). He added many more stanzas,but the additional eight lines are quite sufficient for singing. <«« -¥—* S f H fTln ? a* ^=rC 3^ j 1- ^f FT =M^ ^^ ^^^upe^^im p$ gars1 me a turn cauld as death When I take leave o thee? When thou art far a - wa Thoult ii ^r v -al— r Ps :-- *^4r- is as »v»-r«- 53 3= a piacere. IgE=fc§ Tf~F -r»-=—»- fel^Sg^=
The Popular songs of Scotland with their appropriate melodies . not uncommon, but I know only on!other pastoral air of Lady Grizels time that would suit it, namely, My apron, dearie. Her fragment W%C^i?^-+e-db^T-hrrS Pringle ? poet of Roxburghshire (1789-1834). He added many more stanzas,but the additional eight lines are quite sufficient for singing. <«« -¥—* S f H fTln ? a* ^=rC 3^ j 1- ^f FT =M^ ^^ ^^^upe^^im p$ gars1 me a turn cauld as death When I take leave o thee? When thou art far a - wa Thoult ii ^r v -al— r Ps :-- *^4r- is as »v»-r«- 53 3= a piacere. IgE=fc§ Tf~F -r»-=—»- fel^Sg^=g^|^ dear - er grow to me ; But change o place an change o folk May gar thy fan - cy m £§v i§( v f %. —* i colla voce. e. 9 .. 0 - q (2 fe^ m WHAT AILS THIS HEART 0 MINE. ^mm When I gae out at een, Or walk at morning air,Ilk3 rustling bush will seem to say I used to meet thee Ill sit down and cry, And live aneath the tree,And when a leaf fas in my lap Ill cat a word frae thee. Ill hie me to the bower That thou wi roses tiedAnd where wi mony a blushing bud I strove mysel to hide. 1 Make; cause. ; Move; change. Ill doat on ilka spot Where I hae been wi thee,And ca to mind some kindly word By ilka burn and tree! Wi sie thoughts i my mind, Time through the world may gae,And find my heart in twenty years The same as tis thoughts that bind the soul, And keep friends i the ee;And gin I think I see thee aye. What can part thee and me! 3 Each. What Arts this heakt o mixe? The words are by Miss Susanna Blamire. The melody is old, and was for-merly called, My thou dee : it appears in its simpler form in the Leyden MS. Mr. Patrick Maxwellin his edition of Miss Blamires poems, 1842, informs us, that she was born at Cardew Hall, Cumbe
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