This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1891 Excerpt: ...banish'd him beyond the sea, But ere the bud was on the tree, Adown my cheeks the pearls ran, Embracing my John Highlandman. Sing, hey, etc. V. But, oh! they catch'd him at the last, And bound him in a dungeon fast; My curse upon them every one, They've hang'd my braw John Highlandman. Sing, hey, etc. VI. And now a widow, I must mourn The pleasures that will ne'er return; No comfort but a hearty can, When I think on John Highlandman. Sing, hey, etc. RECITATIVO. A pigmy scraper wi' his fiddle, Wha us'd at trysts and fairs to driddle, Her strappan limb and gausy middle He reach'd nae higher, Had hol'd his heartie like a riddle, And blawn't on fire. Wi' hand on haunch, an' upward e'e, He croon'd his gamut, one, two, three, Then in an Arioso key, The wee Apollo Set aff wi' Allegretto glee, His giga solo. AIR. Tune--" Whistle owre the lave o't." Let me ryke up to dight that tear, An' go wi' me to be my dear, An' then your every care and fear May whistle owre the lave o't. Chorus. I am a fiddler to my trade, And a' the tunes that e'er I play'd, The sweetest still to wife or maid, Was whistle owre the lave o't. At kirns an' weddings we'se be there, And O! sae nicely's we will fare; We'll bouse about till Daddie Care Sing, whistle owre the lave o't. I am, etc. Sae merrily's the banes we'll pyke, And sun oursells about the dyke, And at our leisure when ye like, We'll whistle owre the lave o't. I am, etc. But bless me wi' your heav'n o' charms, And while I kittle hair on thairms, Hunger, cauld, and a' sic harms, May whistle owre the lave o't. I am, etc. RECITATIVO. Her charms had struck a sturdy Caird, As well as poor Gutscraper; He taks the fiddler by the beard, And draws a roosty rapier--He swoor by a' was swearing worth, To speet him like a pliver, Unles...
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