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P R E F A C E.

Lthoit be acknowledged, that our Scots tunes have nct lengthened variety of musick, yet they have an

agreeable gaiety and natural sweetness, that make them acceptable wherever they are known, not only among our selves, but in other countries. They are for the most part so chearful, that on hearing them well play'd or Jung, we find a difficulty to keep our selves from dancing. What further adds to the esteem we have for them, is, their antiquity, and their being universally known. Mankind's love for novelty would appear to contradiét this reason; but will not, when we consider, that for ole that can tolerably entertain with vocal or instrumental musick, there are fifty that content themselves with the pleasure of hearing, and singing without the trouble of being taught: now, such are not judges of the fine flowrishes of new musick imported from Italy and elsewhere, yet will listen with pleasure to tunes that they know, and can join with in the chorus. Say ihat our




way is only an harmonious speaking of merry, witty, or soft thoughts, after the poet bas dresi’d them in four or five stanzas; yet undoubtedly these must relish best with people, who have not bestowed much of their time in acquiring a taste for that downright perfect mufick, which requires none, or very little of the poet's asist

My being well assured, how acceptable new words to known good tunes would prove, engaged me to the making verses for above sixty of them, in this and the second

volume : about thirty more were done by some ingenious young gentlemen, who were so well pleased with

my undertaking, that they generously lent me their offistance; and to them the lovers of sense and musick are obliged for some of the best songs in the collection. The rest are such old verses as have been done time out of mind, and only wanted to be cleared from the dross of blundering transcribers and printers; such as, The Gaberlunzie-man, Muirland' Willy, &c. that claim their place in our collection, for their merry images of the low charaéter.

This ninth edition in eight years, and the general demand for the book by persons of all ranks, wherever our language is understood, is a sure evidence of its being acceptable. My worthy, friend Dr. Bannerman tells me from America,


Nor only do your lays o'er Britain flow, Round all the globe your happy sonnets go; Here thy soft verse, made to a Scottijh air, Are often sung by our Virginian fair. Camilla's warbling notes are heard no more, But yield to Last Time I came o'er the moor; Hydaspes and Rinaldo both give way To Mary Scot, Iweed-side and Mary Gray. From this and the following volume, Mr. Thomson (who is allowed by all, to be a good teacher and singer of Scots songs) culld his Orpheus Caledonius, the musick for both the voice and flute, and the words of the songs finely engraven in a folio book, for the use of persons of the highest quality in Britain, and dedicated to her royal bighness, now ber majesty our most gracious queen. This by the by I thought proper to intimate, and do my jelf that justice which the publisher neglected; Jince he ought to have acquainted his illustrious list of subscribers, that the most of the songs were mine, the musick abstracted.

In my compositions and collections, I have kept out all smut and ribaldry, that the modest voice and ear of the fair singer might meet with no affront; the chief bent of all my studies being, to gain their good graces : and it Mall always be my care, to ward off these frowns that would prove mortal to my mufe.


I N D E X.

Beginning with the Firt Letter of every Song.

The SONGS mark'd C, D, H, L, M, O, &c. are new

Words by different Hands; X, the Authors unknown;
Z, old Songs; Q, old Songs with Additions.




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H, Chloe, thou treasure, thou joy, &c.

A lovely lass to a friar came

Ah, Cloris, cou'd I now but fit
As from a rock part all relief
Auld Rob Moris that wins in yon glen
As Sylvia in a forest lay
And I'll the moor to Maggy
At Polwart on the green
As walking forth to view the plain
Ah! why those tears in Nelly's eyes
Ah! the shepherd's mournful fate
As I went forth to view the spring
Adieu for awhile my native green plains
And I'll awa to bony Tweed side
As early I walk'd on the first of sweet May
Altho' I be but a country lass


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