The National Song Book - Online Music Book

250 Folk-songs, Carols, And Rounds with sheet music and lyrics

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	2. Rise up and mak' a clean fireside, Put on the muckle pot; Gie little Kate her cotton gown, And Jock his Sunday coat; And mak' their shoon as black as slaes, Their hose as white as snaw; It's a' to please my ain gudeman, For he's been long awa'. For there's nae luck, &c.	5-:':Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech, His breath like caller air! His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stair: And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In truth I'm like to greet. For there's nae luck, &c. 6. The cauld blasts o' the winter wind, That thirled through my heart, They're a' blawn by, I hae him safe, 'Till death we'll never part: But what puts parting in my head, It may be far awa'; The present moment is our ain, The neist we never saw ! For there's nae luck, &c. 7-Since Colin's weel, I'm weel content, I hae nae mair to crave ; Could I but live to mak' him blest, I'm blest aboon the lave. And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like to greet. For there's nae luck, &c.
	3- There are twa hens upon the bauk Hae fed this month and mair, Mak' haste and thraw their necks about, That Colin weel may fare : And spread the table neat and clean, Gar ilka thing look braw; For wha can tell how Colin fared When he was far awa'. For there's nae luck, &c.
	4. Come, gie me down my biggonet, My bishop-satin gown ; And rin and tell the Bailie's wife That Colin's come to town : My Turkey-slippers maun gae on, My hose o' pearl blue ; It's a' to please my ain gudeman, For he's baith leal and true. For there's nae luck, &c.
	* This Stanza was added by Dr. James Beattie, author of "The Minstrel."
	H. 4868.