RATTLIN', ROARIN' WILLIE.' TUNE-Rattlin', roarin' Willie. O RATTLIN', roarin' Willie, The warl' would think I was mad; For mony a rantin' day My fiddle and I hae had. As I cam by Crochallan, Was sitting at yon board en'; Sitting at yon board en', And amang guid companie; Rattlin', roarin' Willie, Ye're welcome hame to me! THE TAILOR. The second and fourth verses are by Burns; the rest is very old. The air is beautiful, and is played by the Corporation of Tailors at their annual elections and processions. TUNE-The tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles an' a'. THE tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles an' a', 1 The hero of this song was William Dunbar, Esq., writer to the "Signet," Edinburgh, and colonel of the Crochallan corps, a club of wits, who took that title at the time of raising the Fencible regiments. Burns says, "he was one of the worthiest fellows in the world." The blankets were thin, and the sheets they were sma' The sleepy bit lassie, she dreaded nae ill, Gie me the groat again, canny young man; There's somebody weary wi' lying her lane; SIMMER'S A PLEASANT TIME. The first verse is by Burns, the others are only revised by him. SIMMER's a pleasant time, Ay waukin2 0, Waukin still and wearie: For thinking on my dearie. When I sleep I dream, When I wauk I'm eerie ;* Sleep I can get nane For thinking on my dearie. Lanely night comes on, A' the lave are sleeping; I think on my bonnie lad, And I bleer my een with greetin’. 1 Crag.-2 Waking.-3 None.-4 Frightened. WHEN ROSY MAY. In other days every trade and vocation had a tune to dance or march to: the air of this song is the march of the gardeners; the title only is old; the rest is the work of Burns.-Cunningham. TUNE-The gardener wi' his paidle. WHEN rosy May comes in wi' flowers, The gardener wi' his paidle. The crystal waters gently fa'; The scented breezes round him blaw- When purple morning starts the hare When day, expiring in the west, MY LOVE SHE'S BUT A LASSIE YET. My love she's but a lassie yet; Come, draw a drap o' the best o't yet, We're a' dry wi' drinking o't, JAMIE, COME TRY ME. TUNE-Jamie, come try me. If thou should ask my love, If thou should kiss me, love, THE CAPTAIN'S LADY. Part of this song is old, and part of it by Burns TUNE-Oh mount and go. Oh mount and go, Mount and make you ready; Oh mount and go, And be the captain's lady. WHEN the drums do beat, And the cannons rattle, Thou shalt sit in state, And see thy love in battle. OUR THRISSLES FLOURISHED, ETC. The second and fourth stanzas are original; the others only revised from a Jacobite song. TUNE-Awa Whigs, awa. Awa Whigs, awa! Awa Whigs, aroa! Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns, OUR thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair, Our ancient crown's fa'n in the dust- Our sad decay in Church and State Grim vengeance lang has ta'n a nap, Awa, Whigs, &c. MERRY HAE I BEEN TEETHIN' A HECKLE. TUNE-Lord Breadalbane's March. Оn merry haе I been teethin' a heckle, And kissin' my Katie when a' was done. |