. The Scottish minstrel : a selection of the most favourite songs of Caledonia; adapted for the voice, German flute, and violin . - tant 4-7 ^g^ijp realms he gangs, Yet Ill prove true, as ins jzt^^zr^^zgii: he has been ; And when ilk lass a- /-^ r-^ /-^ __ Sgi £2 jl^E^I^^Eplg An - ny, his faith - fu ain. I met our wealthy laird yestreen ; Wi gowd in hand he tempted me ; .He praisd my brow, my rolling een. And made a brag o what hed though my Jockeys far away, Tost up and down the dinsome main r*• Ill keep my heart anither day, Since Jockey may return again. 48 Nae mair, false Jamie, s
. The Scottish minstrel : a selection of the most favourite songs of Caledonia; adapted for the voice, German flute, and violin . - tant 4-7 ^g^ijp realms he gangs, Yet Ill prove true, as ins jzt^^zr^^zgii: he has been ; And when ilk lass a- /-^ r-^ /-^ __ Sgi £2 jl^E^I^^Eplg An - ny, his faith - fu ain. I met our wealthy laird yestreen ; Wi gowd in hand he tempted me ; .He praisd my brow, my rolling een. And made a brag o what hed though my Jockeys far away, Tost up and down the dinsome main r*• Ill keep my heart anither day, Since Jockey may return again. 48 Nae mair, false Jamie, sing nac maij, And fairly cast your pipe away jMy Jockey wad be troubled sair. To see his friend his love betray:For a your sangs and verse are vain, While Jockeys notes do faithfu flow jMy heart to him shall true remain, Ill keep it for my constant jo. Blaw saft, ye gales, round Jockeys head, And gar the waves be calm and still;His hameward sail wi breezes speed, And dinna a my pleasure though my Jockeys far away ? Yet he will braw in siller shine 5Ill keep my heart anither day, Since Jockey may again be 49 Wi waefu Heart and sorrowifig Ee. To the for eg 017?g Tune, Wi waefu heart and sorrowing ee, I saw my Jamie sail awa :O twas a fatal day to me, That day he past the Berwick Law,How joyless nov/ seemd a behind ! I lingring strayd alang the shore ;. Dark boding fears hung on my mind, That I might never see him more. The night came on wi heavy rain, Loud, fierce, and wild, the tempest blew ;In mountains rolld the awful main— Ah, hapless maid ! my fears how true IThe heard their drowning cries ; The wreck v/as seen with dawning day;My love was found, and now he lies Low in the isle o gloomy May, O boatman, kindly waft me oer IThe eavernd rock shall be my home jE ^0 Twill ease my burdend heart, to pour Its sorrows oer his grassy sweetest flowrs Ill deck his grave, And tend them through the langsome year,Ill water them ilk morn and eve Wi d
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