. The national Burns, including the airs of all the songs in the staff and tonic sol-fa notations. r yet o Gordons Kenmures lads are men, Willie, 0 Kenmures lads are men;Their hearts and swords are metal true, And that their foes shall ken. They 11 live or die wi fame, Willie, They 11 live or die wi fame ;But sune, wi sounding victorie, May Kenmures lord come hame !Here s him thats far awa, Willie ! Here s him thats far awa !And here s the flower that I loe best, The rose that !s like the snaw. BOAT SONG—HEY, CA THROUGH. With Spirit. Tcne—Hey, ca through. #^^i^Eg#^r^N^^ Up wi the calls
. The national Burns, including the airs of all the songs in the staff and tonic sol-fa notations. r yet o Gordons Kenmures lads are men, Willie, 0 Kenmures lads are men;Their hearts and swords are metal true, And that their foes shall ken. They 11 live or die wi fame, Willie, They 11 live or die wi fame ;But sune, wi sounding victorie, May Kenmures lord come hame !Here s him thats far awa, Willie ! Here s him thats far awa !And here s the flower that I loe best, The rose that !s like the snaw. BOAT SONG—HEY, CA THROUGH. With Spirit. Tcne—Hey, ca through. #^^i^Eg#^r^N^^ Up wi the calls o Dy-sait! And the lads o Buckhaven, fpEgEE?Eg--*--*=*EEE* \m^m And the kim - inevs a Lar - go, And the las - ses o Leveii. Repeat , i^^^^n^^ LBCRCS—Hey. ca through, cathrough. For we hae mick - le a - do. We hae tales to tell, An we hae sangs to sing;We hae pennies to spend, An we hae pints to , ca through, &c We 11 live a our days, And them that comes behin,Let them do the like, An spend the gear they , ca through, &c. KELLY BURN BRAES. T ere—Kelly Burn Brae*.. grows Km - uie wi thyme; Arid he had a wife was the plague o* Iris $m^mm^=H^]-r-. days. And the thyme it is with - cid, and rue is ill prime. Ae da} as the earl gaed up the lang glen, Hey, and the rue grows honnie wi thyme :He met wi the Dei], wha said, How do you fen I And the thyme it is witherd, anil rue is in prime. I ve got a bad wife, sir, that s a my complaint,Hey, and the rue grows bonnie wi thyme; For, saving your presence, to her ye re a saint,And the thyme it is witherd, and rue is in prime. Its neither your stot nor your staig I shall crave, Hey, and the rue grows bonnie wi! thyme;But gie me your wife, man, for her I must ha\ e, And the thyme it is witherd, and rue is in prime. 0 welcome most kindly ! the blythe carl said, Hey, and the rue grows bonnie wi thyme;But if ye can match her ye re waur than ye re cad,And the thyme it is witherd, and rue is in prime. The Devil has got the au
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