Part 17

WANLOCK.

By M'ARTHUR.

Song.

Some foolishly wander across the wide billows, Allured by the gold-bearing streams of the West, They dream California can yield them a pillow, Whereon they in safety and comfort may rest.

CHORUS.

But Wanlock, dear Wanlock, I'll not leave thy waters; My home is beside thee, The home I lo'e best.

When spring's gentle sun o'er the Lowthers is rising, When summer wi' verdure their still sides has dressed, I'll wander these glens, foreign landscapes despising, For these are the scenes still most dear to my breast.

CHORUS.

'Tis true that we dwell where the stormy winds gather, And thunder-clouds burst on the wild mountain's crest, But, Oh! to reside near the home of my fathers Is dearer to me than the gold of the West.

CHORUS.

In autumn we'll roam through the sweet blooming heather That clothes the Auld Dod in a bright crimson vest; And in winter, wi' wife and bairns gathered together, Around our warm ingle we'll sing and be blest.

CHORUS.

Then Wanlock, dear Wanlock, I'll not leave thy waters; For even in death down beside Thee I'll rest.

MA AULD CRONIE TAM.

AN APPRECIATION OF GRIERSON GRACIE,

By J. M. HARKNESS.

Song.

I'll sing o' a cronie wha dearly I lo'e; His virtues are mony, his vices are few. Treat him fair an' ye'll find him as quiet as a lamb; It's a pleesure tae meet wi' ma Auld Cronie Tam.

REFRAIN

Ma Auld Cronie Tam, Ma Auld Cronie Tam, It inspires me tae meet Wi' ma Auld Cronie Tam.

When he plays his auld fiddle it mak's ma hert thrill; Ma faith! he can han'le the bow wi' some skill. Ye may travel owre Scotland an' farer may gang Ere ye meet wi' the match o' in a Auld Cronie Tam.

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Tam is humble an' honest an' canna thole pride, He never believed in a great show ootside; An' people wha jist mak' religion a sham Will ne'er be admired by ma Auld Cronie Tam.

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He aye tries his best, an' nae man can dae mair; But in spite o' it a' he is still 'mang the puir. Weel he kens that oor great social system is wrang, An' wad fain see it mended, ma Auld Cronie Tam.

REFRAIN.

I hae roamed on the moors an' the bonnie steep hills, I hae listened tae sang-birds an' sweet rimpling rills; Oh! sae happy I've been in the simmer days lang, Wi' auld Nature's delichts an' ma Auld Cronie Tam.

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