[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] . Cauldblaws the -wind frae north to south, The drift is driv-ing sair - ly, The * PSJEE N , ,- i^ i^ii^ tgE sheep are cowr - in in the heuch—O, tis ter fair - ly: i rfs: ^^^^^ Now up in the morn -ins no for me, ^^^igi^ Up in the morn-in ly;— Id :S£iF^-S=3= ^- ^ ra - ther gae sup - per-less to my bed, than rise in the morn - in ear - ly. The sun
[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] . Cauldblaws the -wind frae north to south, The drift is driv-ing sair - ly, The * PSJEE N , ,- i^ i^ii^ tgE sheep are cowr - in in the heuch—O, tis ter fair - ly: i rfs: ^^^^^ Now up in the morn -ins no for me, ^^^igi^ Up in the morn-in ly;— Id :S£iF^-S=3= ^- ^ ra - ther gae sup - per-less to my bed, than rise in the morn - in ear - ly. The sun peeps ower yon southland hills. Like ony timorous carlie ;Just blinks a wee, then sinks again,And that we find severely. Now up in the mornin s no for me Up in the morning early ;—To sit all the nicht Id rather rise in the mornin early. A cosie house and cantie wife Aye keep a body cheerly ;And pantries stowd wi meat and answer unco up in the mornin—na, na, na. Up in the mornin early ;—The gowans maun glent on banic and brae,When I rise in the mornin early BUSK YE, BUSK YE, MY BONNIE BRIDE. Scotch Melody, as sung by Mr. Busk ye, busk ye, my bon - - nie bride, And let us to the braes of Yar - row. P % ^ff^r=*=j^-fTi~l7 ^ ££; ^^ There we will sport and gath - er dew, Dan-cingwhilelav-rocks sing to the morn-ing ^p^^^ffii^^^^^^a There learn frae tur - ties to prove true. O ! Bell, neer vex mc with thy scorningi To westlin breezes Flora yields, And when the beams are kindly warming,Blytheness appears oer all the fields. And nature looks mair fair and frae the burns that trace the mead. Though on their banks the roses blossom,Vet hastily they flow to Tweed, And pour their sweetness in his bosom. Haste ye, haste ye, my bonnie Bell,— Haste to my arms, and there IU guard thee;With free consent my fears repel, IU with my love and care reward sang I saftly to my fair, Wha raisd my hopes wi kind relenting :O,
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