Part 127

Some sairie comfort at the last, When a’ thir days are done, man, My pains o’ hell on earth is past, I’m sure o’ bliss aboon, man, O aye my wife, &c.

Gude Ale Keeps The Heart Aboon

Chorus—O gude ale comes and gude ale goes; Gude ale gars me sell my hose, Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon— Gude ale keeps my heart aboon!

I had sax owsen in a pleugh, And they drew a’ weel eneugh: I sell’d them a’ just ane by ane— Gude ale keeps the heart aboon! O gude ale comes, &c.

Gude ale hauds me bare and busy, Gars me moop wi’ the servant hizzie, Stand i’ the stool when I hae done— Gude ale keeps the heart aboon! O gude ale comes, &c.

O Steer Her Up An’ Haud Her Gaun

O steer her up, an’ haud her gaun, Her mither’s at the mill, jo; An’ gin she winna tak a man, E’en let her tak her will, jo. First shore her wi’ a gentle kiss, And ca’ anither gill, jo; An’ gin she tak the thing amiss, E’en let her flyte her fill, jo.

O steer her up, an’ be na blate, An’ gin she tak it ill, jo, Then leave the lassie till her fate, And time nae langer spill, jo: Ne’er break your heart for ae rebute, But think upon it still, jo: That gin the lassie winna do’t, Ye’ll find anither will, jo.

The Lass O’ Ecclefechan

Tune—“Jack o’ Latin.”

Gat ye me, O gat ye me, O gat ye me wi’ naething? Rock an reel, and spinning wheel, A mickle quarter basin: Bye attour my Gutcher has A heich house and a laich ane, A’ forbye my bonie sel, The toss o’ Ecclefechan.

O haud your tongue now, Lucky Lang, O haud your tongue and jauner I held the gate till you I met, Syne I began to wander: I tint my whistle and my sang, I tint my peace and pleasure; But your green graff, now Lucky Lang, Wad airt me to my treasure.

O Let Me In Thes Ae Night

O Lassie, are ye sleepin yet, Or are ye waukin, I wad wit? For Love has bound me hand an’ fit, And I would fain be in, jo.

Chorus—O let me in this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night; O let me in this ae night, I’ll no come back again, jo!

O hear’st thou not the wind an’ weet? Nae star blinks thro’ the driving sleet; Tak pity on my weary feet, And shield me frae the rain, jo. O let me in, &c.

The bitter blast that round me blaws, Unheeded howls, unheeded fa’s; The cauldness o’ thy heart’s the cause Of a’ my care and pine, jo. O let me in, &c.

Her Answer

O tell na me o’ wind an’ rain, Upbraid na me wi’ cauld disdain, Gae back the gate ye cam again, I winna let ye in, jo.

Chorus—I tell you now this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night; And ance for a’ this ae night, I winna let ye in, jo.

The snellest blast, at mirkest hours, That round the pathless wand’rer pours Is nocht to what poor she endures, That’s trusted faithless man, jo. I tell you now, &c.

The sweetest flower that deck’d the mead, Now trodden like the vilest weed— Let simple maid the lesson read The weird may be her ain, jo. I tell you now, &c.

The bird that charm’d his summer day, Is now the cruel Fowler’s prey; Let witless, trusting, Woman say How aft her fate’s the same, jo! I tell you now, &c.

I’ll Aye Ca’ In By Yon Town

Air—“I’ll gang nae mair to yon toun.”

Chorus—I’ll aye ca’ in by yon town, And by yon garden-green again; I’ll aye ca’ in by yon town, And see my bonie Jean again.

There’s nane sall ken, there’s nane can guess What brings me back the gate again, But she, my fairest faithfu’ lass, And stownlins we sall meet again. I’ll aye ca’ in, &c.

She’ll wander by the aiken tree, When trystin time draws near again; And when her lovely form I see, O haith! she’s doubly dear again. I’ll aye ca’ in, &c.