Studies In Folk-song And Popular Poetry

An Extensive Investigation Into The Sources And Inspiration Of National Folk Song

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An' then the burnie 's like a sea,
Roarin' an' reamin'; Nae wee bit sangster 's on the tree,
But wild birds screamin'.
Oh, that the past I might forget,
Wandrin' an' weepin' ; Oh, that aneath the hillock green
Sound I were sleepin'.
In one other famous song, heard wherever Scotch music is sung, Lady Nairne interpreted the pathos, hardship, and suffering behind the strong, clear voices of the Newhaven fishwives, which may still be heard in the wynds and closes of Edinburgh as they march on their sturdy limbs with the heavy creels laden with the silvery fishes on their backs, and fill the air with their deep, melodious cry.
Wha '11 buy my caller herrin' ? They 're bonnie fish and halesome farin', Wha '11 buy my caller herrin', New drawn frae the Forth.
When ye were sleepin' on your pillows, Dream'd ye aught o' our fine fellows, Darkling as they faced the billows A" to fill the woven willows.
Buy my caller herrin',
New drawn frae the Forth.
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