The Gallant Weaver.

Tune - "The Weavers' March."


I.

    Where Cart rins rowin to the sea,
    By mony a flow'r and spreading tree,
    There lives a lad, the lad for me,
            He is a gallant weaver.
    Oh, I had wooers aught or nine,
    They gied me rings and ribbons fine;
    And I was fear'd my heart would tine,
            And I gied it to the weaver.

II.

    My daddie sign'd my tocher-band,
    To gie the lad that has the land;
    But to my heart I'll add my hand,
            And gie it to the weaver.
    While birds rejoice in leafy bowers;
    While bees delight in op'ning flowers;
    While corn grows green in simmer showers,
            I'll love my gallant weaver.

Robert Burns

Robert Burns, also known as Rabbie Burns, the Bard of Ayrshire, and various other names and epithets, was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide. Born on January 25, 1759, in Alloway, he is best known for works such as 'Auld Lang Syne,' 'Scots Wha Hae,' and 'A Red, Red Rose.' He passed away on July 21, 1796, in Dumfries.

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She's Fair And Fause.

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How Long And Dreary Is The Night.

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Gloomy December.

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My Heart Was Ance.

Tune - "To the weavers gin ye go."


I.

    My heart was ance as blythe and free
        As simmer days were lang,
    But a bonnie, westlin weaver lad
        Has gart me change my sang.
            To the weavers gin ye go, fair maids,
                To the weavers gin ye go;
            I rede you right gang ne'er at night,
                To the weavers gin ye go.

II.

    My mither sent me to the town,
        To warp a plaiden wab;
    But the weary, weary warpin o't
        Has gart me sigh and sab.

III.

    A bonnie westlin weaver lad,
        Sat working at his loom;
    He took my heart as wi' a net,
        In every knot and thrum.

IV.

    I sat beside my warpin-whee...

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Lady Mary Ann.

Tune - "Craigtown's growing."


I.

    O, Lady Mary Ann
        Looks o'er the castle wa',
    She saw three bonnie boys
        Playing at the ba';
    The youngest he was
        The flower amang them a'
    My bonnie laddie's young,
        But he's growin' yet.

II.

    O father! O father!
        An' ye think it fit,
    We'll send him a year
        To the college yet:
    We'll sew a green ribbon
        Round about his hat,
    And that will let them ken
        He's to marry yet.

III.

    Lady Mary Ann
        Was a flower i' the dew,
    Sweet was its smell,
        And bonnie was its hue;
    And the langer it blossom'd
        The sweeter it grew;
    Fo...

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Ca' The Ewes.

Tune - "Ca' the ewes to the knowes."


Chorus

    Ca' the ewes to the knowes,
    Ca' them whare the heather grows,
    Ca' them whare the burnie rowes,
        My bonnie dearie!

I.

    As I gaed down the water-side,
    There I met my shepherd lad,
    He row'd me sweetly in his plaid,
        An' he ca'd me his dearie.

II.

    Will ye gang down the water-side,
    And see the waves sae sweetly glide,
    Beneath the hazels spreading wide?
        The moon it shines fu' clearly.

III.

    I was bred up at nae sic school,
    My shepherd lad, to play the fool,
    And a' the day to sit in dool,
        And naebody to see me.

IV.

    Ye sall get gowns and ribbons...

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Braw Lads Of Galla Water.

Tune - "Galla Water."


Chorus.

    Braw, braw lads of Galla Water;
        O braw lads of Galla Water:
    I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee,
        And follow my love thro' the water.

I.

    Sae fair her hair, sae brent her brow,
        Sae bonny blue her een, my dearie;
    Sae white her teeth, sae sweet her mou',
        The mair I kiss she's ay my dearie.

II.

    O'er yon bank and o'er yon brae,
        O'er yon moss amang the heather;
    I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee,
        And follow my love thro' the water.

III.

    Down amang the broom, the broom,
        Down amang the broom, my dearie,
    The lassie lost a silken snood,
        That cost her mony a blirt and blear...

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Galla Water.

I.

    There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes,
        That wander thro' the blooming heather;
    But Yarrow braes nor Ettrick shaws
        Can match the lads o' Galla Water.

II.

    But there is ane, a secret ane,
        Aboon them a' I lo'e him better;
    And I'll be his, and he'll be mine,
        The bonnie lad o' Galla Water.

III.

    Altho' his daddie was nae laird,
        And tho' I hae nae meikle tocher;
    Yet rich in kindest, truest love,
        We'll tent our flocks by Galla Water.

IV.

    It ne'er was wealth, it ne'er was wealth,
        That coft contentment, peace, or pleasure;
    The bands and bliss o' mutual love,
        O that's the chiefest warld's treasure!

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The Highland Lassie.

Tune - "The deuks dang o'er my daddy!"


I.

    Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair,
    Shall ever be my muse's care:
    Their titles a' are empty show;
    Gie me my Highland lassie, O.
            Within the glen sae bushy, O,
            Aboon the plains sae rushy, O,
            I set me down wi' right good-will,
            To sing my Highland lassie, O.

II.

    Oh, were yon hills and valleys mine,
    Yon palace and yon gardens fine,
    The world then the love should know
    I bear my Highland lassie, O.

III.

    But fickle fortune frowns on me,
    And I maun cross the raging sea;
    But while my crimson currents flow,
    I'll love my Highland lassie, O.

IV.

    A...

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