[A composite music volume : containing Davidson's musical miracles eighty-four duets for a shilling, adapted for the violin, flute, accordion, or any treble instrument, and Davidson's musical miracles one hundred and fifty Scotch songs for a shilling] . osd, And Ill a - wa %^ppil=iplg?=s^gi!^i west-lin wind blaws loud and shrill; The nights baith mirk and rai-ny, O! But Ill Se3: get my phiid, and out Ill steal, And oer the hills to Nan - nie, 01 My Nannies charmin, sweet, and young; Nae artfu wiles to win ye, O !May ill befa the flatterin tongue That wad beguile my Nannie, O !Her face is fair,
[A composite music volume : containing Davidson's musical miracles eighty-four duets for a shilling, adapted for the violin, flute, accordion, or any treble instrument, and Davidson's musical miracles one hundred and fifty Scotch songs for a shilling] . osd, And Ill a - wa %^ppil=iplg?=s^gi!^i west-lin wind blaws loud and shrill; The nights baith mirk and rai-ny, O! But Ill Se3: get my phiid, and out Ill steal, And oer the hills to Nan - nie, 01 My Nannies charmin, sweet, and young; Nae artfu wiles to win ye, O !May ill befa the flatterin tongue That wad beguile my Nannie, O !Her face is fair, her heart is true. As spotless as shes bonnie, O !The openin gowan, wet wi dew, Nae purer is than Nannie, O ! A country lad is my degree, And few there be that ken me, O ! But what care I how few they be—Im welcome aye to Nannie, O ! My riches a s my penny I maun guide it cannie, O ! But warlds gear neer troubles me,—My thochts are a my Nannie, O ! Onr auld gudeman delights to view His sheep and kye thrive bonnie, O !But Im as blythe, that hands his plou, And has nae care but Nannie, O 1Come weel, come wae, I carena by ;— Ill tak what Heavn will send me, O !Nae other care in life hae I, But live and love my Nannie, O I Allesretto-. 35^^: ^^^E^Ei THE GABERLUNZIE MAN. Said to have been written by King James the Fifth. ^^^^m 53^ -«-| •— The paw-ky auld carle came oer the lea, Wi mo - ny jood-eeus and days to ^3:3^ I ^^3 me; Sayn,Gudewife, for your cour-te-sie. Will ye Irdge a sil - ly poor man? =£ ?=^^^3E pg^i^-^^gj^^ The night was cauld, the carle was wat. And down a-yont the in-gle he sat; My dough-ters shou-thers hegan to clap, And loud ly ran - ted and san^. O wow! quo he, were I as freeAs first when I saw this countrie,How blythe and merry wad I be 1 And I wad neer think grew canty, she grew fain,But little did her auld minny kenWhat thir slee twa together were sayins Wheft wooing thev were sae thrwig And O ! quo he, an ye were as blaclAs eer the
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