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# Five Popular Songs (Edinburgh)/Fain Would I Be Young Johnnie's Bride

FAIN WOULD I BE YOUNG JOHNNIE’S BRIDE.
I like to gang by Candran side; For Johnie meets me there. Fain would I be young Johnie's bride; This wish is a' my care; But that I darena tell the lad— He would think me owre fain; For mither frets and daddie threats, If I but name't to them.
When e'er I cross the door at e'en, There's fifty things to do; The ewes to bught, the pails to clean, The ale to warm or brew. A' wark is mine since Johnie came; And sneer'd at ilka turn; Sare sare I mane, yet a' in vain, They're happiest when I mourn.
​Yestreen he pass'd at trystin' time; Then out to him I flew; He tauld me that his heart was mine; And I'm sure 'tis true. Sae I'll be true to ilka vow, Let mither flyte or fliug: In Johnie's ha' ere Beltan blaw, I'll wear the bridal ring.
# Five Popular Songs (Edinburgh)

FIVE
POPULAR
SONGS.
Edinburgh—Printed for the Booksellers.
Poems: (not listed in original)
* The Laird's Courtship
* Why Weep Ye By The Tide, Lady?
* Fain Would I Be Young Johnnie's Bride
* Kilkenny
* I Wadna Lea My Lowland Lad
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# Five Popular Songs (Edinburgh)/Why Weep Ye By The Tide, Lady?

WHY WEEP YE BY THE TIDE, LADY?
"Why weep ye by the tide, lady? Why weep ye by the tide? I’ll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye shall be his bride. And ye shall be his bride, lady. Sae comely to be seen— But aye she loot the tears down fa’ For Jock o’ Hazeldean.
"Now let this wilful grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale ; Young Frank is chief of Errington, And Lord of Langley-dale. His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen;"— But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock o' Hazeldeen.
"A chain of gold ye sall not lack, For braid to bind your hair, Nor mettl’d hound, nor manag’d hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair. And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our foremost queen;"— But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock o’ Hazeldean.
​The kirk was deck'd at morning tide— The tapers glimmer'd fair— The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, And dame and knight are there. They sought her both by bower and ha', The lady was not seen; She's owre the border and awa' Wi' Jock o' Hazeldeen.
# Five Popular Songs (Edinburgh)/I Wadna Lea My Lowland Lad

I WADNA LEA MY LOWLAND LAD.
Haud awa', bide awa' Haud awa' frae me, Donald; What care I for a' your wrealth, An' a' that ye can gi'e, Donald? I wadna lea' my Lowland lad For a' your goud and gear, Donald; Sae tak' your plaid, and o'er the hill, An' stay nae langer here, Donald Haud awa', bide awa', &c.
​My Jamie is a gallant youth— I lo'e but him alane, Donald; And in bonnie Scotland's Isle, Like him there is nane, Donald. Haud awa', bide awa', Haud awa' frae me, Donald; What care I for a' your wealth, And a' that ye can gi'e, Donald?
He wears nae plaid nor tartan hose, Nor garters at his knee, Donald; But, oh! he wears a faithfu' heart, And love blinks in his e'e, Donald. Sae baud awa', bide awa', Come nae mair at e'en, Donald; I wadna break my Jamie's heart, To be a Highland queen, Donald.
FINIS.
# Five Songs ("Robinson Crusoe")

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Five Songs.
Robinson Crusoe. The Lover's Departure, Katherine Ogie. Answer to the Happy Strangers. Bonny Jessie.
Printed for the Booksellers.
Poems: (not listed in original)
* Robinson Crusoe
* The lover's departure
* Katherine Ogie
* Answer to the happy strangers
* Bonny Jessie
This work was published in 1820 and is anonymous or pseudonymous due to unknown authorship. It is in the public domain in the United States as well as countries and areas where the copyright terms of anonymous or pseudonymous works are 204 years or less since publication.
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# Five Songs ("Robinson Crusoe")/Katherine Ogie

KATHERINE OGIE. ———
AS walking forth to view the plain,
Upon a morning early, While May’s sweet scent did cheer my brain, From flowers which grew so rarely; I chanc'd to meet a pretty maid, She shin'd tho' it was foggie:
I ask'd her name; Sweet Sir, she said. My name is Kath'rine Ogie.
I stood a while, and did admire, To see a nymph so stately; So brisk an air there did appear In a country maid so neatly:— Such nat'ral sweetness she display'd. Like a lily in a bogie, Diana’s self was ne'er array'd Like this same Kath'rine Ogie.
Thou flower of females, beauty's queen, Who sees thee sure must prize thee; Tho' thou art drest in robes but mean, Yet these cannot disguise thee: Thy handsome air, and graceful look, Excels each clownish rogie; Thou’rt match for laird, or lord, or duke, My charming Kath'rine Ogie.
(illegible text) were I but some shepherd swain, (illegible text) feed my flock beside thee; (illegible text)aughting-time to leave the plain, (illegible text)milking to abide thee: ​I'd think myself a happier man, Wi' Kate, my club, and dogie, Than he who hugs his thousands ten, Had I but Kath'rine Ogie.
Then I'd despise th' imperial throne. And statesmen's dangerous stations, I'd be no king, I'd wear no crown,
I'd smile at conquering nations, Might I caress, and stil possess This lass of whom I'm vogie; For these are toys, and still look less, Compar'd with Kath'rine Ogie.
I fear the gods have not decreed For me so fine a creature, Whose beauty rare makes her exceed All other works of nature, Clouds of despair surround my love. That are both dark and foggie; Pity my case, ye Powers above! I die for Kath'rine Ogie.
# Five Songs ("Robinson Crusoe")/Bonny Jessie

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BONNY JESSIE
NOW Edinbro' I'm gaun to leave,
And thee, my bonnie dear, Jessie, A while a-tween us now maun roar, A tumbling, swelling sea, lassie. But when frae thee, my bonny fair,
For dearest love I ha'e, Jessie, I'll think on thee, when far awa, O thou sae bonnie gay lassie.
I'll think on those bewitching smiles That won my heart sae dear, Jessie; I'll think upon sweet Hawthorn’s den, How blithe hae we been there, lassie? The Edinburgh’s bonny walks Along with thee did bear, Jessie,
And thought mysel' the brawest lad Wi' thee, sae bonny fair, lassie.
It's wealth that wears the silk attire But wha can e'er win me, Jessie; While I ha'e beauty, worth, and love, A' that be dear in thee, lassie, I dinna look me at the world, Ev'n a' that it can gi'e, Jessie; It's sacred mair what makes me love, And binds my heart to thee, lassie.
And haud me now aye as your ain, By a' those vows sae dear, Jessie, And nane nor they do ken that love, Alone to thee I bear, lassie. It's thine wherever I do be, Divide nae seas can we, Jessie; The dearest wish here that I hae, Is mine aye wert thou dear lassie.
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# Five Songs ("Robinson Crusoe")/Robinson Crusoe

ROBINSON CRUSOE.
WHEN I was a lad, I got cause to be sad, My grandmother I did lose, O; I'll bet you a can, you have heard of the man, His name it was Robinson Crusoe. O Robinson Crusoe! O Robinson Crusoe! Tink a tink tang, tink a tink tang, O poor Robinson Crusoe!
Perhaps you’ve read in a book of a voyage he took, And how the whirlwind blew, so, That the ship, with a shock, drove plump on a rock Near drowning poor Robinson Crusoe O poor Robinson &c.
Poor soul! none but he remain’d on the sea, Ah, Fate! Fate, how could you do so? Till ashore he was thrown on an island unknown; O poor Robinson Crusoe! O poor Robinson, &c.
He wanted to eat, and he sought for some meat, But the cattle away from him flew, so, ⟨That⟩, but for his gun, he’d been surely undone; ⟨O!⟩ my poor Robinson Crusoe! O poor Robinson, &c.
​But he sav'd from aboard, an old gun and a sword, And another odd matter or two, so That by dint of his thrift he manag’d to shift; Well done Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson, &c.
And he happen’d to save from the merciless wave, A poor parrot, I assure you, 'tis true, so That when he came home from a merciless roam, She cry'd, poor Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson, &c.
He got all the wood that ever he could, And stuck it together with glue, so That he made him a hut, wherein he did put The carcase of Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson, &c.
He us’d to wear a cap, and a coat with long kaap, With a beard as long as a Jew, so That, by all that is civil, he look'd like a devil. More than poor Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson, &c.
And then his man, Friday, kept the hut neat & tiddy, To be sure 'twas his business to do so; And, friendly together, less like servant than brother, Liv'd Friday and Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson, &c.
At last an English sail came within hail, Then he took to his little canoe, so That, on reaching the ship, they gave him a trip Back to the country of Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson, &c.
# Five Songs ("Robinson Crusoe")/Answer to the happy strangers

⟨ANSWER⟩ TO THE HAPPY STRANGERS.
⟨ONCE⟩ was a stranger, in a far country did roam, (illegible text)n young Jemmy of Newry came to me alone, (illegible text) said, My dear jewel now tell me I pray, ⟨How⟩ you came to wander in a desert this way. ​She said, Pray young man don’t attempt to persuade, Or take an advantage of me a poor maid; It was my cruel father who caused me to stray So far from my home, and to wander this way.
I loved a young man, and he loved me, But because he was poor, and of low degree,
It was my cruel parents that press'd him to sea,
Which made me to wander here, and a stranger to be. When I heard that my true love in battle was slain, I packed up my jewels, from my father's house I came, Determin'd to wander in lonesome retire, And there to lament for the youth I admire.
Then young Jemmy, of Newry, with a most graceful bow, Did say, Lovely fair maid, the truth I'll tell you now, It was false lovers that caus'd me to roam, And wander so many miles distant from home. And now, lovely fair maid, if you will agree, Since we’re both cross'd in love, I'll marry with thee; Then dry up your tears, I'll ease you of your pain, And marry with me, I'll be your kind swain.
To a neighbouring village they then did repair, Where a licence was bought, and they married were; And now the two strangers in love both agree, In a neat little cottage by a shady green tree. No longer they wander in deserts alone, In content they do live in their cottage at home. The lark, thrush and linnet round their cottage do sing,
And both live as happy as a prince or a king.
# Five Songs ("Robinson Crusoe")/The lover's departure

THE LOVER’S DEPARTURE.
FAREWELL to sweet Kilmarnock, Wherein much pleasure I have had; Thy fruitful fields, thy flowery vales, To go and leave it makes me sad. When aged sixteen, my heart was fond My luck in foreign climes to try, ⟨Four⟩ years and more have passed o'er, And I’m returned back with joy.
​But soon again I'll bid adieu, With a heaving sigh and wistful ee, Unto the girl that I love, Who constant is and true to me. Again the ocean I mus cross, In hopes of greater wealth to gain, And tho' the seas between us be, My heart is always thine, the same.
Adieu, my love, a fond adieu, A parting kiss, and then farewell; And still you'll find, it is all love To thee, in whom my heart does dwell. Once I had hopes of staying here To spend my future days in peace;
But since it is ordained so, I'll give to thee my last good wish.
May thou as flowers in summer flourish, Thy tender heart be always gay; And may thou always constant prove Unto the lad that's far away. Farewell again, the ship doth wait, She stately on the waves doth ride; Oh! constant be, and I'll return To make thee my sweet and charming bride.
# Four Songs ("Duke of Gordon's three Daughters")/Auld Lang Syne

Auld Lang Syne.
Shotld auld acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of long ſyne? For auld lang ſyne, my dear, for auld lang ſyne, We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindneſs, For auld lang ſyne.
We twa ha’e run about the braes, And pu’d the gowans fine, But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot, Sin auld lang ſyne. Sin auld lang ſyne, &c.
We twa ha’e paddldd i’ the burn, Frae morning ſun till dine; But ſeas between us braid ha’e row’d, Sin auld lang syne. Sin auld lang ſyne, &c.
So here’s my hand, my truſty frien’ And gi’es a hand o’ thine; And we’ll tak’ a right good wallie waught, For auld lang ſyne. Sin auld lang ſyne, &c.
And ſurely ye’ll be thy pint ſtoup, And ſurely I’ll be mine; And we’ll tak a cup of kindneſs yet, For auld lang ſyne, Sin auld lang ſyne, &c.
Finis.
# Four Songs ("Duke of Gordon's three Daughters")

Four Songs.
Duke of Gordon’s three Daughters.
Crazy Jean.
The death of Crazy Jean
And Auld Lang Syne.
Edinburgh: Printed by J. Morren.
Songs
* The Duke of Gordon's Daughters
* Crazy Jean
* Death of Crazy Jean
* Auld Lang Syne
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# Four Songs ("Duke of Gordon's three Daughters")/Crazy Jean

Crazy Jean.
Why, fair maid, in every feature, are ſuch ſigns of fear expreſs’d? Can a wandering wretched creature, with ſuch terror fill thy breaſt? Do my frenzied looks alarm thee? truſt me, ſweet, thy fears are vain; Not for kingdoms would I harm thee, ſhun not then poor crazy Jean.
Doſt thou weep to ſee my anguiſh? mark me and avoid my woe; When men flatter, ſigh and languiſh, think them falſe—I found them ſo. For I lov’d—oh! ſo ſincerely, none could ever love again! But the youth I lov’d ſo dearly ſtole the heart of crazy Jean.
Fondly my young heart receiv’d him, which was doom’d to love but one; He ſigh’d—he vow’d,—and I believ’d him, he was falſe, and I undone. From that hour has reaſon never held her empire o’er my brain; Henry fled—with him for ever, fled the wits of crazy Jean.
Now forlorn and broken hearted, and with frenzied thoughts beſet,
On the ſpot where once we parted, on the ſpot where firſt we met. Still I ſing my love born ditty, ſtill I ſlowly pace the plain; Whilſt each paſſer-by, in pity, cries, “God help thee, crazy Jean!”
# Four Songs ("Duke of Gordon's three Daughters")/Death of Crazy Jean

Death of Crazy Jean.
’Twas at the hour, when night retreating, bade the ſchreech owl ſeek her neſt; Gloomy vapours ſlow were fleeting, morning glimmering in the eaſt. On the heath, her wild woes telling, to the winds and beating rain, Cold, unſhelter’d, far from dwelling, trembling ſat poor crazy Jean.
‘Ah! ſhe cried, ye ſcenes around me, witneſſes of Henry’s art! Witneſſes he faithful found me— how he broke this faithful heart! Go, ye wild winds, try to move him! bid him heal this heart again!— Did he know how much I lov’d him, he would pity crazy Jean.
‘Henry comes! I ſee him yonder, dart like light’ning o’er the heath,— No, no! no!—my ſenſes wander ſince he comes not, welcome Death!’ Fainting, on the heath ſhe laid her, ſoon, in pity to her pain ⟨Death⟩, where Love had firſt betray’d her gave relief to carzy Jane.
# The Lass of Cartside

* "The Lass of Cartside", in The Canary (1810), a chapbook printed in Paisley
* "The Lass of Cartside", in Four Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Kilmarnock
# Four Songs ("Roy's wife of Aldivalloch")/Crazy Jane

CRAZY JANE.
# Four Songs ("Roy's wife of Aldivalloch")

Four Songs.
Roy's wife of Aldivalloch.
Crazy Jane.
The Miller of Dron.
Lass of Cartside.
KILMARNOCK:
Printed for the Booksellers.
Contents (not listed in original)
* Roy's Wife of Aldivalloch
* Crazy Jane
* The Miller of Dron
* Lass of Cartside
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# Four Songs ("Roy's wife of Aldivalloch")/The Miller of Dron

THE MILLER OF DRON.
# Four Songs ("Roy's wife of Aldivalloch")/Roy's Wife of Aldivalloch

ROY'S WIFE OF ALDIVALLOCH.
# Four Songs ("Roy's wife of Aldivalloch")/Lass of Cartside

THE LASS OF CARTSIDE.
# Four Excellent Songs ("Home, sweet Home")

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No. 13.
Four Excellent
SONGS.
Home, sweet Home. Up and warn a’ Willie. Royal Charlie. The piper o’ Dundee.
NEWTON-STEWART. Printed and Sold, Wholesale and Retail, by J. McNairn.
Poems: (not listed in original)
* Home, sweet Home
* Up and warn a' Willie
* Royal Charlie
* The piper o' Dundee
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# Four Excellent Songs ("Home, sweet Home")/Home, sweet Home

HOME! SWEET HOME.
‘Mid pleasures and palaces tho’ we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek thro’ the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere.
Home, home! sweet, sweet home, There's no place like home! there’’s no place like home.
An exile from home, splendour dazzles in vain, Oh! give me my lowly thatch'd cottage again, The birds singing gaily, they came at my call
Give me them with the peace of mind dearer than all.
Home, home! sweet, sweet home, There’s no place like home! there’s no place like home.
# Four Excellent Songs ("Home, sweet Home")/Royal Charlie

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ROYAL CHARLIE.
When France had her assistance lent, Oar darling prince to us she sent, Towards the north his course he bent, His name was Royal Charlie. But O, he was lang o’ coming, O, he was lang o’ coming, O, he was king o‘ coming;— Welcome Royal Charle.
When he upon the shore did stand, The friends he had within the land Came down and shook him by the hand, And welcomed Royal Chalie. O, ye’ve ben lang o’ coming, &c.
The dress that our Prince Charlie had Was bonnet blue and tartan plaid; And O he was a handsome lad! Few could compare w’ Charlie. But O, he was lang o‘ coming, &c.
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# Four Excellent Songs ("Home, sweet Home")/The piper o' Dundee

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THE PIPER O' DUNDEE.
The piper came to our town, To our town, to our town, The piper came to our town, And he play'd bonnilie. He play'd a spring the laird to please, A spring brent new frae yont the seas; And then he gae his bags a wheeze, And play'd anither key.
And wasna he a roguy, A roguy, a roguy, And wasna he a roguy, The piper o' Dundee? He play'd “The welcome o'er the Main,” And “Ye’se he fu’ and I’se he fain,” And “Auld Stuarts back again,” Wi’ muckle mirth and glee.
And wasna, &c. He play'd “The Kirk"” he play'd “The Queer,” “The Mullin dhu,” and “Chevalier,” ​And “Lang away, but welcome here,” Sae sweet, sae bonnilie.
And wasna, &c. It’s some gat swords, and some gat nane, And some were dancing mad their lane, And mony a vow o’ weir was taen That night at Amulrie.
And wasna, &c. There was Tullibardine and Burleigh, And Struan, Keith and Ogilvie, And brave Caraegie, wha but he, The piper o’ Dundee?
F I N I S.
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# Four Excellent Songs ("Home, sweet Home")/Up and warn a' Willie

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UP AND WARN A’, WILLIE.
Up and warn a’ Wille, Warn, warn a’; To hear my canty Highland sang Relate the thing I saw, Wille.
When we gaed to the braes o’ Mar, And to the weapon-shaw, Willie, Wi’ true design to serve our king And banish Whigs awa’, Willie. Up and warn a’, Willie. Warn, warn a’; For lords and lairds cam here bedeen, And wow but they were braw, Willie.
But when the standard was set up, Right fierce the wind did blaw, Willie; The royal nit upon the tap Down to the ground did fa’, Willie, Up and warn a’ Willie, Warn, warn a’; Then second sighted Sandy said, We’d do nae gude at a’, Willie.
​But when the army joined at Perth, The bravest e’er ye saw, Willie, We did na doubt the rogues to rout, Restore our king and a’, Willie, Up and warn a’ Willie. Warn, warn a’; The pipers play’d frae right to left, O whirry Whigs awa’, Willie.
But when we marched to Sherramuir, And there the rebels saw, Willie; Brave Argyle attacked our right, Our flank, and front and a’, Willie. Up and warn a’, Willie, Warn, warn a’; Traitor Huntly soon gave way, Seaforth, St Clair and a’, Willie.
But brave Glengary on our right, The rebel’s left did claw. Willie, He their the greatest slaughter made, That ever Donald saw, Willie. Up and warn a’ Willie, Warn, warn a’; And Whittam fyl’d his breeks for fear, And fast did rin awa, Willie.
​For he called us a Highland mob, And swore he’d slay us a’ Willie; But we chass’d him hack to Stirling brig, Dragoons and foot, and a’ Willie. Up and warn a’ Willie, Warn, warn a’; At length we rallied on a hill, And briskly up did draw, Willie.
But when Argyle did view our line, And them in order saw, Willie, He straight gaed to Dumblane again, And back his left did draw, Willie. Up and warn a’ Willie, Warn, warn a’; Then we to Auchterarder march’d, To wait a better fa’, willie.
Now if ye speir wha wan the day, I've tell’d ye what I saw, willie, We baith did fight and baith were beat, And baith did rin awa, willie. Up and warn a’ willie, Warn, warn a’; For second sighted Sandy said We’d do nae good at a’, willie.
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# Four Excellent Songs ("The Laird of Cockpen")

FOUR
Excellent Songs.
THE LAIRD OF COCKPEN.
THE LASS OF ARRANTEENIE.
MIRREN GIBB'S PUBLIC HOUSE.
JACK'S THE LAD.
GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 62
Poems: (not listed in original)
* The Laird of Cockpen
* The Lass of Arranteenie
* Mirren Gibb's Public House
* Jack's the Lad
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# Four Excellent Songs ("The Laird of Cockpen")/Jack's the Lad

JACK'S THE LAD.
Our ship’s a-port, so here I be, With heart as light as cork, d’ye see; ’Pon larboard quarter Poll is jigging, Dress’d all in her Sunday rigging— Wench and fiddle always make a sailor glad; Old Nipperkin, the landlord, keeps the grog afloat, Kindly is the liquor handed down each other throat; For if ever sailor took delight in Swigging, kissing, dancing, fighting, Dam’me! I make bold to say that Jack’s the lad. With my tol de rol, &c.
Cheerly, my lads, ye know Jack Spry, So full of romps and rigs that I— D’ye hear the merry fiddle going? Sblood! it sets mo off a-toeing. That’s he—Catgut, College Hornpipe, brisk old dad! Now for a reel—Sir David Hunter Blair—that’s Scotch; Or Langolee, or anything but French or Dutch; For if ever fellow took delight in Swigging, kissing, dancing, fighting, Dam’me! I make bold to say that Jack’s the lad. With my tol de rol, &c.
My locker’s rich—the devil’s mite! Why, here’s a pretty rig!—Yes—I’m right; An old friend, like a blubbering ninny Look’d distress’d like—got my guinea.
Can’t help sniv’lling, somehow, when I see folk sad; But howsomever, should I’ve luck to fall once more Longside a Mounseer, homeward hound, he’ll pay the score; For if ever fellow took delight in Swigging, kissing, dancing, fighting, Dam’me! I make bold to say that Jack’s the lad. With my tol de rol, &c.
Huzza!—a gun!—the signal’s made; All hands on hoard—the anchor’s weigh’d; Lord! how the girls in scores are flying Fore and aft, all sohhing, crying; Thoughts of parting makes them all run roaring mad; But honour bids her gallant sons to glory go, So off again we scud to lick the saucy foe; For if ever fellow took delight in Swigging, kissing, dancing, fighting. Dam’me! I make bold to say that Jack’s the lad With my tol de rol, &c.
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# Four Excellent Songs ("The Laird of Cockpen")/Mirren Gibb's Public House

MIRREN GIBB’S PUBLIC HOUSE.
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