Familiar Songs - Their Authors & Histories

300 traditional songs, inc sheet music with full piano accompaniment & lyrics.

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OUR FAMILIAR SONGS.

And are ye sure the news is true ? And are ye sure he's weel ? Is this a time to talk o' wark? Ye jades, fling by your wheel! Is this a time to think o' wark, When Colin's at the door? Gie me my cloak, I'll to the quay, And see him come ashore. For there's nae luck about the house, There's nae luck at a'; There's little pleasure in the house When our gudeman's awa\ Rise up and mak' a clean fireside, Put on the muckle pot; Gie little Kate her cotton gown, And Jock his Sunday coat; And mak' their shoon as black as slaes, Their hose as white as snaw; It's a' to please my ain gudeman, For he's been lang awa'. For there's nae luck, etc. There are twa hens upon the bauk, Been fed this month and mair, Mak' haste and thraw their necks about That Colin weel may fare : And spread the table neat and clean, Gar ilka thing look braw; For wha can tell how Colin fared When he was far awa'. For there's nae luck, etc. Come, gie me down my bigonet, My bishop-satin gown; And rin and tell the Bailie's wife That Colin's come to town;

My Turkey-slippers they maun gae on, My hose o' pearl blue ; It's a' to please my ain gudeman, For he's baith leal and true. For there's nae luck, etc. Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech, His breath like caller air! His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stair: And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like to greet. For there's nae luck, etc. The cauld blasts o' the winter wind, That thirled through my heart, They're a' blawn by, I hae him safe, Till death we'll never part; But what's put parting in my head? It may be far awa'; The present moment is our ain, The neist we never saw ! For there's nae luck, etc. Since Colin's weel, I'm weel content, I hae nae mair to crave; Could I but live to mak' him blest, I'm blest aboon the lave. And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like to greet. For there's nae luck, etc.

TOUCH US GENTLY, TIME. This is one of Bryan Waller Procter's (Barry Cornwall) songs, and very character­istic of his gentle, winsome style it is.

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