OLD SONGS IMPROVED BY BURNS, FROM JOHNSON'S MUSEUM. O WHARE DID YOU GET? TUNE-Bonny Dundee. [The air of Bonny Dundee appears in the Skene MS., of date circa 1620. The tune seems to have existed at even an earlier period, as there is a song to it amongst those which were written by the English to disparage the Scottish followers by whom James VI. was attended on his arrival in the south. The first of the following verses is from an old homely ditty, the second only being the composition of Burns.] O whare did you get that hauver meal bannock? I gat it frae a brisk young sodger laddie, May Heaven protect my bonny Scots laddie, And send him safe hame to his babie and me! My blessin's upon thy sweet wee lippie, My blessin's upon thy bonny e'e-bree! Thy smiles are sae like my blithe sodger laddie, I AM MY MAMMY'S AE BAIRN. I am my mammy's ae bairn, And if I gang to your house, I'm fleyed 'twill make me eerie, sir. afraid Hallowmas is come and gane, The nights are lang in winter, sir; UP IN THE MORNING EARLY. TUNE-Cold blows the Wind. [Written on the basis of an old song, the chorus of which is here preserved.] CHORUS. Up in the morning's no for me, When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw, I'm sure it's winter fairly. Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west, The drift is driving sairly; Sae loud and shrill I hear the blast, The birds sit chittering in the thorn, THERE WAS A LASS. TUNE-Duncan Davison. There was a lass, they ca'd her Meg, There was a lad that followed her, They ca'd him Duncan Davison. The moor was dreigh, and Meg was skeigh, tedious-timorous For wi' the rock she wad him knock, As o'er the moor they lightly foor, A burn was clear, a glen was green, went But Duncan swore a haly aith, That Meg should be a bride the morn, We'll big a house-a wee, wee house, When ye set by the wheel at e'en. LADY O N LIE. TUNE-The Ruffian's Rant. A' the lads o' Thornie-bank, When they gae to the shore o' Bucky, Brews guid ale at shore o' Bucky; Her house sae bien, her curch sae clean, Brews guid ale at shore o' Bucky; THE PLOUGHMAN. The ploughman he's a bonny lad, His garters knit below his knee, His bonnet it is blue, jo. Then up wi 't a', my ploughman lad, Of a' the trades that I do ken, I hae been east, I hae been west, Snaw-white stockins on his legs, [Of this piece, the two last verses only are by Burns. them, reference may be made to the Museum.] For the longer song, including 16 SIMMER'S A PLEASANT TIME. TUNE-Aye Waukin O. Simmer's a pleasant time, Flowers of every colour; The water rins o'er the heugh, And I long for my true lover. 'Hoggie, a young sheep after it is smeared, and before it is first shorn.'--STENHOUSE. 2 Full of stunted bushes. |