Familiar Songs - Their Authors & Histories

300 traditional songs, inc sheet music with full piano accompaniment & lyrics.

Home Main Menu Singing & Playing Order & Order Info Support Search Voucher Codes

Share page  Visit Us On FB

Previous Contents Next
It was na my wee thing, it was na my ain thing, It was na my true love ye met by the tree :
Proud is her leal heart, an' modest her nature,
. She never lo'ed ony till ance she lo'ed me.
Her name it is Mary, she's frae Castle-Cary; Aft has she sat, when a bairn, on my knee:
Fair as your face is, wer't fifty times fairer, Young bragger, she ne'er wad gi'e kisses to thee.
It was, then, your Mary, she's frae Castle-Cary, It was, then, your true love, I met by the tree ;
Proud as her heart is, and modest her nature, Sweet were the kisses that she ga'e to me.
Sair gloomed his dark brow, blood-red his cheek grew, And wild flash'd the fire frae his red-rolling e'e; Ye 'se rue sair this morning your boasts and your scorning ! Defend ye, fause traitor, fu' loudly ye lie !
Awa' wi' beguiling, cried the youth, smiling ; —
Aff went the bonnet, the lint-white locks flee ; The belted plaid fa'ing, her white bosom shawing,
Fair stood the lov'd maid wi' the dark, rolling e'e Is it my wee thing ? is it my ain thing ?
Is it my true love here that I see ? O Jamie, forgi'e me, your heart's constant to me,
I'll never mair wander, dear laddie, frae thee!
This simple, familiar, Scottish-sounding ditty was written by Charles Jefperys, and the music was composed by his friend Sidney Nelson.