THE GLEN COLLECTION OF SCOTTISH MUSIC

Presented by Lady Dorothea Ruggles- | Brise to the National Library of Scotland, in memory of her brother. Major Lord | George Stewart Murray, Black Watch, killed in action in France in 1914.

28M January 1927.

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*2 So, loft to love, opprefs’d by ^rief, Mxdl't focial mirth a .short relief

The forrowin^ heart may know; But ah! to lonely thought retir’d. It mocks the joy by mirth inspir’d,

And droops in lafting woe.

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Sorrow wou’d annoy my heart. But I hate it’s baneful fting; Joys shall chace the rapid dart, I will laugh,and I will sing: What avails the downcaft Eye, What avails the Tear, the Sigh, Why should grief obftruct our way When we live but for a day!

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Thel'e rural fports are pleasing. Content doth bring heart’s easing,

Fa la la,la, la,la, &.C. Tis thus we cheat old Time, Which fuits hut evry clime;

Fa la la, la, la, la, 8tc.

^Tenderly. The yrords written by Miss Seward^and the music by _E^ jones.

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Fsir shines the dewy light of And brightly gems the silver thorn; But hush’d in sleep my lovely maid Forgets the tender vow she made!

Gay Linnets carol from the hill. And fparkling flows the mountain rill.

But hush’d in sleep &c.

1 Fresh Roses glow on ev’ry bush. With perfum’d breath and crimson blush;

But hush’d in sleep 8cc.

i Come, lovely IVymph, they feem to fay. Adorn, like us, the rising day;

But hush’d in sleep &c.

v ! Charms dear as thine, alone can bring. The joys that crown the breathing fpring; They, hush’d in dull fufpence muft fleep, if thou should’ft fail thy vow to keep.

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2 When with care and grief oppreft Soft I sink me on thy breaft; On thy peaceful bofom laid^ Grief shall cease^ nor care invade

3 O Congenial pow’r divine. All my votive soul is thine! Lead me with thy parent care, Holv nature, heav’nly fair.

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Her corpse shall he attended By maids in fair array. Till the obfequies are ended. And she is Avrapt in clay:

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Tnftead of faireft colours. Set forth -with curious art. Her Image it is painted On my diftrefsed heart.'

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4 111 deck her Tomb with flowers. The rareft ever feenj And with my tears as showers, 111 keep them fresh and green,

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6 In fable will I mourn. Black shall be all my weed. Ah! me I am forlorn. Since Phillida is dead!

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Remember the wood where in ambush we lay, And the fcalps, which we bore from your Nation away: Why so slow?-do you think I shall shrink from my Pain? No_the Son of Al.KNOMOOK shall never complain.

3 Remember the Arrows I shot from my Bow: Remember the Chiefs,which my Hatchet laid low. Now the Fire rises high you exult in my Pain. But the Son of A1.KNOMOOK shall never complain.

4 I go to the Land where my Father is gone. His ghoft shall rejoice at the Fame of his Son. Heath comes like a Friend; he relieves me from Pain, \nd the Son of AlknOMOOK hath fcornd to complain.

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3- No wither’d Witch "fhall here he feen,

No Gohlins lead their nightly Crew$

The female Fays fhall haunt the Green,

And drefs thy Grave with pearly Dew.

4 The Red-breaft oft at evening hours

Shall kindly lend his little aid,

With hoary Mofs and gather’d Flowers,

To deck the Ground where thou art laid.

6 When howling Winds and beating Rain

In Tempeft’s fhake the fylvan Cell*

Or ’midft the Chace on every Plain,

The tender Thought on Thee lhall dwell.

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Vatris ®terni verbum caro factum’, Venite adoremus Dominum.

Cantet nunc lo.1 chorus angelorum, Cantet nunc aula caeleftium; Gloria in excelcis Deo, Venite adoremus Dominum.

Qr.cigMaf rf-ir ‘jicrcijn - ■ ■— r ^ r‘\ tr.jrT'i • •• •. -r-■y-.pr- p.1 Long had he fill’d for dear Al_ly Croaker, And thus the gen --tie youth he befpolte her,

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A novice in love, and all its foolary; Too dull for a wit,too grave for a joaker, And thus the gentle youth befpoke her; Will you marry me, dear Ally Croaker, Will you marry me, dear Ally, Ally Croaker?

3 He drank with the father, he talk’d with the mother, He rompt with the lifter, he gam’d with the brother; He gam’d ’till he pawn’d his coat to the broker, Which loft him the heart of his dear Ally Croaker; Oh! the fickle,fickle, Ally Croaker, Oh! the fickle Ally, Ally Croaker.

4 To all you young men who are fond of gaming, Who are fpending your money whilft others are favingr Fortune’s a jilt,the de’el may choke her, A jilt more inconftant than dear Ally Croaker; Oh! the inconftant Ally Croaker, Oh! the inconftant Ally, Ally Croaker.

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Thomas. 3 No new Beauties tafted, Iin their arts above. Three Campaigns are wafted,hut not fo my Love; Anxious Hill about thee,thou art all I prize, Never,Kate,without thee,will I hung thefe Eyes.

Tho mas. 7 Here Kate,take myBAccobox,a Soldier's all, If by Frenchmen’s blows,your Tom is doom’d to fall* When my Life is ended,thou may'll boall and prove, Thou’d’lt my iirft, my laft?my only Fledge of Love.

t' Kate . 4 Conftant to my Thomas,I will ftill remain, Nor think I will leave thy fide,the whole Campaign; But I’ll cherilh thee,and flrive to make thee bold; May’ll thou fhare the Vic’toryJmay’ft thou fhareyGoldi

Th omas. S If by fome bold Action,! the Halbert bear, Think what fatiffaction,when my Rank you fhare; Drefl like any Lady,fair from top to toe, Fine lac’d Caps and Ruffles,then will be your due.

Kate. 6 If a Serjeants Lady,I fhould chance to prove, Li/inen lhall be ready,always for my Love; Never more will Kate,the Captain’s Laundrefs be, I’m too pretty Thomas Love, for all hut thee.

Kate. $ Here take back Jhy’Bagcobox,thoxTrt all to me. Nor think but I will be near thee,Love,to fee, In the Hour of danger,let me always fhare. I’ll be kept no ftranger,to my Soldier’s fare.

Thomas. 9 Check that rifing figh, Kate,flop that falling tear. Come, my pretty Comrade,entertain no fear; But may Heavh befriend us,hark!the Drums command, Now I will attend you _ Love, I kifs your hand.

Both. lO I can’t flop thefe Tears,tho’ crying I difdain, But muft own’tis trying,hard-the point to gain.

May good Heav’ns defend thee^'^ . . T. (yield rnyfelf to Kate. One kifs more and then,I f 7 K. give thee up to Fate.

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(Natur’s verdant velvet be'dj) Beauteous flowers meet her eyes,

Forming pillows for her head; Zephyrs waft their odours round.

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his celebrated Song^is anmially fury? on tbe evening preceding the Wbitfun- vs at St Mary CollegejWincheiterj at v hicb time the Mafters^Scholars^atid ( hori«-

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_ters, attended by a" band oif rmisic^wal k in procefsion round the courts of the college finging Dulce‘llomum,which is her- imitated in English j the origipalLatin words. are said to have been compofed by aMylcekamift boy, and the music by John Reading, labout the year 1676. 1 _J i [about the year 167^. by I | j

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Htmie, the feat of jov andpleafure, home, ftveet home, in—fpires our lay1

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2n.d Now the Swallow, bird of fummer. Seeks again her long-left home;

See her neft preparing! We, my boys, shall share in

The dear delights of home, fweet home! Home,the feat,of joy and pleafure, 8tc.

3r.d Swift as thought, ye generous courfers. Bear us to the wish’d-for end!

To the fond carefses. The tender embraces.

Of each lov’d and loving friend. Home, the feat, of ,iov and pleasure, Jkc.

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3. He sent a swain unto the maid. To the town where she was dwelling. Who said “come to my mafter dear. If your name he Barbara Allen.

4-. For death is printed on his face And o’er his heart is ftealing So come away for the love of grace. Too charming Barbara Allen 11

6/ Th(> death be printed on his cheek And o’er his heart is ftealing. Yet little better shall he be For the love of Barbara Allen 11

G. So flowly, flowly, she came up. And slowly she came nigh him. And all she said,when she came there, Was,“man, I think you’re dy ing 11

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7. He turn’d himfelf then rnund in bed. His breaft with anguish fwelling,

“O pity me, fweet maid,(he said,) I die for Barbara Allen IL

8. “lf you upon your death bed lie What needs the tale you’re telling, I cannot cure you, no, not I, Farewelll ” said Barbara Alien.

9. He clasp’d his hands5he rais’d his eyes. As deadly pangs he fell in. Adieu, adieu,to all,(he cries,) Be kind to Barbara Allen 11

10. As she -was walking far away. She heard the bell a knelling, And every ftroke did seem to say,

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11. When she came to her mother’s, d' or. She cried, heart-full of forrow, O mother, motherl make mv bed. For I shall d ie to morrow."_L

12. When he was laid in his cold grave. Each tongue of her was telling. And all reproach’d the cruel maid. The lovely Barbara Allen.

lii. This filld her mind with deep defpair, Diftraction fore, she fell in Arise (she cried,) ye spectres drear. And seize on Barbara Allen.11

14. At length the frenzy left her. brain — Her heart was furrow’s dwelling And oft alasi^ie hoplefs maid. Sigh’d,“cruel ^Barbara Allen II

1.5.With faded form, with pallid cheek. With anguish past the telling; She call’d upon her lover’s name, And thus, died Barbara Allen.—

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3r.d Thro woods and M'ilds _ midft thorns and brakes. For the dear lad my way 111 keep. Till ftrength this tender frame forfakes. When wearied lie me down and weep: But O! return perfidious fwainj Thou airy wand rer ceafe to rove; Ah] hafte to thefe fond arms again. For none you meet like me will love.

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That Age is heft which is the firft. While Youth and blood are warmer;

Expect not then the laft and worft. Time ftill fucceeds the former.

3. Then he not Coy, nor wafte your time. But while you’re Young go Marry;

For having once got paft your prime. You may for ever tarry. .