I composed this song out of
compliment
to Miss Ann Masterton, the
daughter of my friend Allan Masterton, the author of the air of
Strathallan's Lament, and two or three others in this work.
daughter of my friend Allan Masterton, the author of the air of
Strathallan's Lament, and two or three others in this work.
Robert Burns
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MY HARRY WAS A GALLANT GAY.
Tune--"Highlander's Lament. "
The oldest title I ever heard to this air, was, "The Highland Watch's
Farewell to Ireland. " The chorus I picked up from an old woman in
Dumblane; the rest of the song is mine.
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THE HIGHLAND CHARACTER.
This tune was the composition of Gen. Reid, and called by him "The
Highland, or 42d Regiment's March. " The words are by Sir Harry
Erskine.
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LEADER-HAUGHS AND YARROW.
There is in several collections, the old song of "Leader-Haughs and
Yarrow. " It seems to have been the work of one of our itinerant
minstrels, as he calls himself, at the conclusion of his song,
"Minstrel Burn. "
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THE TAILOR FELL THRO' THE BED, THIMBLE AN' A'.
This air is the march of the corporation of tailors. The second and
fourth stanzas are mine.
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BEWARE O' BONNIE ANN.
I composed this song out of compliment to Miss Ann Masterton, the
daughter of my friend Allan Masterton, the author of the air of
Strathallan's Lament, and two or three others in this work.
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THIS IS NO MINE AIN HOUSE.
The first half stanza is old, the rest is Ramsay's. The old words
are--
"This is no mine ain house,
My ain house, my ain house;
This is no mine ain house,
I ken by the biggin o't.
Bread and cheese are my door-cheeks,
My door-cheeks, my door-cheeks;
Bread and cheese are my door-cheeks,
And pancakes the riggin o't.
This is no my ain wean;
My ain wean, my ain wean;
This is no my ain wean,
I ken by the greetie o't.
I'll tak the curchie aff my head,
Aff my head, aff my head;
I'll tak the curchie aff my head,
And row't about the feetie o't. "
The tune is an old Highland air, called "Shuan truish willighan. "
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LADDIE, LIE NEAR ME.
This song is by Blacklock.
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THE GARDENER AND HIS PAIDLE.
This air is the "Gardener's March. " The title of the song only is old;
the rest is mine.
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THE DAY RETURNS, MY BOSOM BURNS.
Tune. --"Seventh of November.