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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.

Cf

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28th

January

1927.


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National

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of Scotland

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Waken

yet

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once

more,-

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1

Mary

Macneil,_

_____-___-__4

War Song

of

Britain,

__________8

A

Highland

Wail,

(translated

from the

Gaelic), _

12

Jack's

the

Go,_

________-___

16

for the Thorn

Tree,

__________

21

The

Buccleuch

Gathering,

_________

24

What

ails

my

Minnie at

Willie

an'

me,

_____

27

The

Pang o

1

Love is

ill

to Dree,

_______

31

Let

Bards

sing

o

1

Cheeks

blooming

bright.-

_ _ _ _

36

Our

braw uncle

Willie,

__________

38

My

Fiddle

and

me,

___________

4-1

The

Bonny

Braes o'

Scotland,

________

44

The

Minstrel's

Farewell,

_

____

_____

48


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of maiden

leal and loved',

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while

she

the

heart

can

claim,

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song

by

her

approved

,

Shed

its

halo

o'er

her name

Let

the

notes

to

nature true,

Melting

from

the

trembling

strings

Tell how

foes

can

ne'er

subdue

Hearts

to

whom

the

Minstrel

sings .

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may boast

its

mad'ning

joy,

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no

brow

has ever

found

Laurels

time shall

not

destroy,

'Till

the bard has

bound them

round

Waken

then

the

harp\s wild lore

;

Wreath of

fame by

Minstrel won

Shall depart

and

be no

more

When

the

race

of

time

is

run.


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can

heal.

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saw

Ronald

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gladness

an'

glory,

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Autumn,

his

corse

on the

far

battle

fiel',

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Mary in

sickness

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sorrow,

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gr een

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stream of

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on the plain

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storm

of

the

battle

our

war

cry

shall be

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Isle of

the

ocean shall

ever

be

free

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your

arms

to

your

arms

&c

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when

the

terror

of strife dies

away,

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voices

we

love

all

our

toils

shall

repay

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looks

of rapture our

guerdon

shall

be

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the

Isle

of

the

ocean

the

home

of

the

free

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The

breath of the

vale

is

faintly

blowing;

;

Each

river and

stream is

mournfully

flowing;

The

birds

on

the

boughs

are

perched

in

sorrow,

Since

thou art

away to return on no

morrow

.

Return

return

return,

Sec.

The

dark

ocean

heaves

with

dismal

wailing

;

The

gaily

unmoor'd

refuses sailing

;

The voice

of

the

wave

is

heard in

sadness,

Singing

this

wail

in

mournful

madness

.

Return

return return,

Sec.

No

more in

the

Dun,

thy

pibroch thrilling,

Is heard

at

eve

loves

fond

heart filling;

Each

maiden

and

swain

is

sad

in

sorrow,

Since

thou

art

away

to

return

on

no

morrow

Return

return

return,

Sec.

The

original

Song

is

printed in MacKayV

Collection

of

Highland

Pibrochs,

-published

at

Edin-

burgh

in

1838. According

to tradition

it

was composed by a

daughter

of MS

Leod

of

MS

Leod

of

Dunvegan. on

hearing of

the

death of

MS

Crummen, (or

MacCrimmon)

the

family

Piper,

who

was

shot

m

a skirmish

between

a party of

General

Louden

1

s men

and

the servants

of

MS

Intosh

of

Moy-

hall,

a

few

nights

before

the

battle

of

Culloden

in

174-6. The

original melody

is Gaelic,

but

in

common

with the

major portion of

Highland

Airs

consists only

of one

strain;

the

Author

of

these

Melodies has

added

the

second

part

in

order

to

adapt

it

to

the

English

translation

.


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23

The

bloom

o

1

youth

beamed on

her cheek,

And

love was

lowirr

in

her e'e

And

Cupids played at

hide

and

seek

Around

us

at

the thorn tree:

Oh

for

the thorn

tree

the fair

the

spreading

thorn

tree

The

flame

o

1

love

o;lows

bonnilie below

the

spreading thorn tree.

The wanton breeze, wi

1

downy

wing,

Cam

soofin

1

ower

us

canmlie

;

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saft and

sweet

the

burn

did

sing

When

trottin

by

the

thorn

tree:

Oh

for

the thorn tree the fresh the

milkwhite

thorn

tree

The

flame

o

1

love

glows

bonnilie

below the

spreading

thorn

tree

I

clasped

my

lassie to

my

heart

,

And

vowed

my

love

should

lasting

be,

And

wished

ilk

ill

might

be

my

part

When I

forgot

the thorn

tree

:

Oh

for

the

thorn

tree

the

bonny bloomin: thorn

tree

I

II

ever

mind wi' blythsome

glee

my lassie

and

the thorn

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.OHXftXHAXi XATXOHAL

1

SCOTLAND.

0IB

(First Series

J

In

One splendid

Imperial

Octavo

Volume,

Price One Guinea,

cloth,

gilt,

DEDICATED

BY

SPECIAL

PERMISSION

TO

HER

MOST

GRACIOUS

MAJESTY

QUEEN

VICTORIA.

The

Volume contains

Sixty-one

Original

Songs, written by

the

most talented

Poets

in

Scotland,

and

Set

to

Original

Music

by PETER

M'LEOD.

J. MENZIES,

61,

PRINCES STREET, EDINBURGH.

Victoria

in

Homage

to Thee,

Scotland Yet,

Wallace's Lament,

I

carina leave

my Hieland

Hame,

Those

hours

I spent with

Thee,

Oh

Lassie

dear

Lassie,

'

.

In the days

o'

Langsyne,

My

Love

is asleep

in yon

bower,

The

Heath

is not faded

you

brought,

When

Autumn has laid

her sickle

by,

O

my

Love,

night

is

come,

My

Bonnie

Wife,

Wi'

Garlands

nae

mair,

Scotia's

Thistle

guards

the

Grave,

Oh,

why left

I

my

Hame,

David

Vedder.

H.

S.

Riddell.

George Allan.

George

Allan.

H.

S.

Riddell.

George

Allan.

Robert

Gilfillan.

H.

S.

Riddell.

H.

S.

Riddell.

Capt.

Chas. Gray,

R.M.

Robert

Gilfillan.

William

Miller.

H.

S.

Riddell.

H.

S.

Riddell.

Robert

Gilfillan.


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2

)

I form'd

a

Green

Bower,

Young

Donald

frae

his Love's

away,

Caledonia

The

bright

Sun

o'

Simmer,

Love came to the Door o' my

Heart,

We met

when

Spring

had

starred

the

Vale

Oh

Strike

the

Wild

Harp

.

My

fair, my

faithful Somebody

I have

lov'd

Thee

only,

Ours

is the

Land

o'

gallant

Hearts

Rise

Rise

Lowland

and

Highlandmen

The Dowie Dens o'

Yarrow

Old Scotland

Fare-thee-well

More dear art

Thou to

me,

Troubadour's Serenade,

We'll

meet

yet

again,

The

bonny Lass

o'

Deloraine,

The

bonny

Lass

o'

Annandale

(written

to the

above

air)

Gather

in

Gather

in

The wild Glen sae

Green,

....

Thy Hope

may

be

bright,

Farewell

Farewell

.

I

will

think

of

Thee

yet,

The

Maniac Song,

.....

Albion

the

Queen of

the

Main

.

The

Mavis

sings

on Mary's

bower

My

own Highland Vale

.

Be with

me,

Dearest

....

the

happy

Days

o'

Youth

. .

.

Arm

Arm for

the

Battle,

ye

Brave

Dirge

written upon

the Death

of

Sir Walter

Scott,

Bart.,

Forget

Thee

Can I

ever?

....

Is

your

Warpipe

Asleep

?

A

Bumper to Thee,

I'll

meet

Thee,

Love,

Lament

for the

Stewarts

of

Appin,

They bring

me

Flowers,

The Harp of

the Troubadour,

My

Chosen

and

my

Fairest,

Scotia

....

Lament

for the

Ettrick

Shepherd,

.

The

Yellow

Locks

o'

Charlie,

.

The

Land

o' Cakes

(written

to

the

above

air)

Flora's Lament,

O,

Bonnie were

the

Bowers

Farewell, my

Wild

Hill Harp,

H.

S.

Riddell.

George

Allan.

John Imlah.

Robert

Gilfillan.

The Ettrick

Shepherd.

Miss

Eliza

Acton.

Robert

Gilfillan.

John

M'Diarmid.

H.

S.

Riddell.

H.

S.

Riddell.

John Imlah.

H.

S.

Riddell.

George Allan.

H.

S.

Riddell.

William

Wilson.

H.

S.

Riddell.

The Ettrick

Shepherd.

Lawrence Anderson.

Robert

Gilfillan.

H.

S.

Riddell.

H.

S.

Riddell.

Dr

Abraham.

George

Allan.

H.

S.

Riddell.

William Wilson.

Robert

Gilfillan.

David

Yedder.

George Allan.

Robert

Gilfillan.

John Imlah.

William

Millar.

Percy

Rolle.

George

Allan.

Robert

Gilfillan.

Anonymous.

The

Ettrick

Shepherd.

H.

S.

Riddell.

Capt.

Chas.

Gray,

R.M.

Anonymous.

John

Imlah.

James

Murray.

H.

S.

Riddell.

John

Imlah.

H.

S.

Riddell.

John Imlah.

H.

S.

Riddell.


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)

OPINIONS

OF

THE

PKESS

UPON

OHXGMAL

XATXOXAL XILOBX]

SCOTLAND,

COMPOSED

BY

PETER

M'LEOD.

Mr

M'Leod has

now

produced a

volume

of Music

which, if

we

are

not

greatly

mistaken,

will

not only confer an

immortality

on himself,

but

will

prove

a boon to

his

country.

Caledonian

Mercury,

28th

June

1838.

We have no doubt that

this

elegant

Work

will

find

its way

into

the

boudoir

of

many a fair lady.

Fife

Herald,

5th

July

1838.

These efforts

are distinguished

by

the

same

plaintive

melody,

the same

impas-

sioned

breathing,

which

have

come

to

us

from the

ancient

lyrics.

Asa Collection of

Original

Melodies,

composed

by one

Individual,

it

is

deservino-

of all

encouragement

;

but

its claims

to

public

attention

rest

upon

higher

Grounds.

It

is

a work of sterling

merit,

and ought to be

found

on

the

table

of

every

admirer

of

Scottish

Song.

Scotsman,

18th

July

1838.

This

is a beautiful

and

truly

National

Collection

of

Songs,

from

the

pens

of

some

of

the

best of

our

living

Poets,

arranged to

Music

of

a

chaste,

graceful,

and

pleasing

character,

by Mr

M'Leod.

United

Service

Gazette,

4th August

1838.


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4

)

We

hope

Me M'Leod

will

continue

to

write

Melodies,

and

not

allow

that

harp

to

be

unstrung

which

has

sung

so

often

and

so

well,

of

joy

and

sorrow,

of

hope

and

love,

of

the

freedom and worth

of

his native land.

Fifeshire Journal,

9th

August

1838.

He exhibits

great

taste, and

skill,

and

felicity of invention

in

adapting

his

Melodies

to the

spirit

and

character

of

the

Songs.

Glasgow

Constitutional,

25th

August

1838.

The

compositions

are

well

adapted

to

the

subjects;

and

the

sympathy

of

the

Scottish

style

has

been

successfully

imitated.

Dundee

Courier,

20th

November 1838.

We

believe

the

successful Melodist

has

not

only

words

before

him to

which

he

composes,

but

also the rare

gift of

entering into the

feelings

of

the Poet,

causing

that

happy

union

of

Music

to

immortal

Verse. This quality

Mr M'Leod

has

in

a

hio-h

degree,

and

it is this

that

gives

his

Melodies that tone of originality

and

diversity

of

character

which

stamps

them as

decidedly

National.

Edinburgh

Chronicle,

5th

January

1839.

In

the

volume

before

us there are Sixty-One

Songs

by different

Authors,

the

Music

to each

composed

by Mr Peter

M'Leod,

and

many

of them happily

conceived

and

beautifully

expressed.

Woolwich

Advertiser,

9th

February

1839.

We

regret

exceedingly

that we

have

not had

an

earlier

opportunity

of noticing

this

interesting

and truly

beautiful

production.

Its exterior

is got

up

hi

a

style

equal

to that

of

the

best of our Annuals, while the Lyrics which

it

contains,

and the

appropriate Original

Melodies

to

which

they

are

married, make

it

a

highly

valuable

accession

to the stock Music

of

the

'

Land

of

the

mountain

and

the

flood.'

It

is

a

work

eminently

worthy

of

the

Northern

Athens,

and

ought

to have

a

place

in

all

our

musical

libraries.

So

natural

and

sympathetic

is

the

connection

(between

the

Poetry

and

Music),

that

after hearing a few notes

of the

symphony,

we

can

at

once

predicate

the

character of

the

words.

The

Sheffield

Iris,

24th

December

1839.

A.

MURRAY,

FRINTERj

MILXE

SQUARE,

EDINBURGH.


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