The songs of Robert Burns : now first printed with the melodies for which they were written : a study in tone-poetry, with bibliography, historical notes, and glossary.
Dick, James C.(James Chalmers),1838-1907.
Porter, Christoffer.former owner
Dick, James C.(James Chalmers),1838-1907.former owner
Joachim, Joseph,1831-1907
London : Henry Frowde,
1903.
Unacc. melodies, principally traditional, with Scots or English words by Burns. Bibliography: "Works of Burns": pages [xxv]-xxvii; "Songs and song literature without music": p. xxviii-xxxiv; "Songs and song literature with music": p. xxxiv-xxxviii; "Instrumental music": p. xxxviii-xliii.
"Twenty-five copies only are printed on handmade paper. This is No. 1 [in ink]." followed by signature of JCDick. (verso of title-page of Part I)
Limited issue in two volumes (Part I and Part II)
Library copy: each volume contains tipped in letter by Joseph Joachim.
First when Maggie was my care -- Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed -- I bought my wife a stane o' lint -- The bairns gat out wi' an unco shout -- Husband, husband, cease your strife -- O, that I had ne'er been married -- She play'd the loon or she was married -- On peace an' rest my mind was bent -- I coft a stane o' haslock woo -- The cooper o' Cuddie came here awa -- Guide'en to you, kimmer -- There's cauld kail in Aberdeen -- The deil cam fiddlin thro' the town -- Landlady, count the lawin -- I sing of a whistle -- It's now the day is dawin -- Should auld acquaintance be forgot? (Auld lang syne) -- O, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut -- O, rattlin, roarin Willie -- In comin by the brig o' Dye -- Adieu! a heart-warm, fond adieu -- Up wi' the carls o' Dysart -- Gane is the day -- Contented wi' little and canty wi' mair -- I had sax owsen in a pleugh -- I am a son of Mars -- I once was a maid tho' I cannot tell when -- Sir Wisdom's a fool when he's fou -- A highland lad my love was born -- Let me ryke up to dight that tear -- My bonie lass, I work in brass -- I am a bard, of no regard -- See the smoking bowl before us -- Amang the trees, where humming bees -- Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled -- O, wha will to Saint Stephen's house -- How can my poor heart be glad? -- Does haughty Gaul invasion threat? -- As I stood by yon roofless tower -- Farewell to the Highlands -- Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame -- The Thames flows proudly to the sea -- When wild war's deadly blast was blawn -- There was five carlins in the South -- When Guilford good our pilot stood -- Fy, let us a' to Kirkcudbright -- O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide -- Farewell, thou fair day -- Wha will buy my troggin? -- 'Twas in the seventeen hunder year -- Dire was the hate at old Harlaw -- When first my brave Johnie lad -- Our thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair -- Now Nature hangs her mantle green -- O, cam ye here the fight to shun? -- Ye Jacobites by name -- O, Kenmure's on and awa, Willie -- When we gaed to the braes o' Mar -- Here's a health to them that's awa -- Wha in a brulzie -- The small birds rejoice -- My love was born in Aberdeen -- The noble Maxwells and their powers -- My Harry was a gallant gay -- An somebody were come again -- Sir John Cope trode the north right far -- My heart is wae, and unco wae --- Come boat me o'er, come row me o'er -- O, I am come to the low countrie -- It was a' for our rightfu' king -- Thickest night, surround my dwelling -- There grows a bonie brier-bush in our kail-yard -- The lovely lass of Inverness -- Whare hae ye been sae braw, lad? -- The bonniest lad that e'er I saw -- By yon Castle wa' at the close of the day -- I hae been at Crookieden -- 'Twas on a Monday morning -- Frae the friends and land I love -- As I come o'er the Cairney mount -- The sun he is sunk in the west -- There was a lad was born in Kyle -- Is there for honest poverty? -- I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing -- Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong -- O, raging Fortune's withering blast -- The gloomy night is gath'ring fast -- Raving winds around her blowing -- What will I do gin my hoggie die? -- It was in sweet Senegal -- The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill -- Ken ye ought o' Captain Grose? -- O, leeze me on my spinnin-wheel -- Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west -- No cold approach, no alter'd mien -- My father was a farmer -- When chill November's surly blast -- But lately seen in gladsome green -- Wee Willy Gray -- Orthodox! orthodox! wha believe in John Knox -- There livèd a carl in Kellyburn braes -- There was three kings into the east -- When Januar' wind was blawin cauld -- O, Lady Mary Ann -- There liv'd a man in yonder glen -- Upon the Lomonds I lay, I lay -- Twa bonie lads were Sandy and Jockie -- Its up wi' the Souters o' Selkirk -- As I cam down by yon Castle wa' -- O, where hae ye been Lord Ronald, my son? -- As I went out ae May morning -- There was a battle in the north -- O, I forbid you maidens a' -- Aften hae I play'd at the cards and the dice -- Our young lady's a huntin gane -- 'O, for my ain king, ' quo' gude Wallace -- Near Edinburgh was a young son born -- What merriment has taen the Whigs -- O, that I were where Helen lies -- O heard ye of a silly harper? -- Nae birdies sang the mirky hour -- Rob Roy was my father ca'd, Macgregor was his name -- O, Donald Couper and his man -- O'er the moor amang the heather -- The auld man's mare's dead -- She sat down below a thorn -- It's whisper'd in parlour -- A nobleman liv'd in a village of late.
Inscription on front endpaper of Part II: Christoffer Porter / (the author's great grandson) 1971.
Burns, Robert, 1759-1796 - Bibliography.
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