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I. LOVE : PERSONAL |
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No. 5. If ye gae up to yon hill-tap.
(Tune unknown.) |
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If ye gae up to yon hill-tap, Ye'll there see bonie Peggy;
She kens her father is a laird, And she forsooth 's a leddy.
There's Sophy tight, a lassie bright, Besides a handsome fortune ;
Wha canna win her in a night Has little art in courtin.
Gae down by Faile, and taste the ale,
And tak a look o' Mysie ; She's dour and din, a deil within,
But aiblins she may please ye. |
If she be shy, her sister try, Ye'll maybe fancy Jenny;
If ye'll dispense wi' want 0' sense— She kens hersel she's bonie.
As ye gae up by yon hillside, Speir in for bonie Bessy;
She'll gie ye a beck, and bid ye light, And handsomely address ye.
There's few sae bonie, nane sae guid In a' King George' dominion;
If ye should doubt the truth of this—• It's Bessy's ain opinion ! |
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No. 6. Her flowing locks, the raven,'s wing.
(Tune unknown.)
Her flowing locks, the raven's wing, Adown her neck and bosom hing; How sweet unto that breast to cling, And round that neck entwine her!
Her lips are roses wat wi' dew; O, what a feast, her bonie mou'! Her cheeks a mair celestial hue, A crimson still diviner! |
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No. 7. Had I a cave.
Tune : Robin Adair or Aileen a roon (see No. 45). |
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Had I a cave on some wild distant
shore, Where the winds howl to the wave's dashing roar, There would I weep my woes, There seek my lost repose, Till grief my eyes should close, Ne'er to wake more! |
Falsest of womankind, canst thou.
declare All thy fond, plighted vows fleeting as air ? To thy new lover hie, Laugh o'er thy perjury, Then in thy bosom try What peace is there! |
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