Life and Songs of the Baroness Nairne With a Memoir and Poems of Caroline Oliphant the Younger: Edited by the Rev. Charles Rogers ... With a Portrait and Other Illustrations |
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WE'RE A' SINGIN'.
O we're a' singin', blythely singin',
We're a' singin', at our house at hame;
O! we're a' singin', blythely singin',
We're a' singin', at our house at hame.
We're a' singin', at our house at hame;
O! we're a' singin', blythely singin',
We're a' singin', at our house at hame.
The leddies a' are singin', baith the auld and young,
And the laird tak's a lesson alang wi' his son;
The lawyers an' doctors are singin' wi' their fees;
And precentors are learnin', believe it if you please.
And the laird tak's a lesson alang wi' his son;
The lawyers an' doctors are singin' wi' their fees;
And precentors are learnin', believe it if you please.
The gudeman gie's the air, tho' aft put out is he,
Wi' folks singin' low, an' ithers singin hie—
Nae skill ava has he in our new-fangled ways;
But wha's owre auld to learn? is aye what he says.
So we're a' singin,' &c.
Wi' folks singin' low, an' ithers singin hie—
Nae skill ava has he in our new-fangled ways;
But wha's owre auld to learn? is aye what he says.
So we're a' singin,' &c.
Our Jeanie sings the treble,—and she sings bonnilie;
An' Jamie tak's the bass, for a bass voice has he;
Baith our mither an' our auntie sing like the lave,
Wi' the bairnies on their knee, to see they weel behave.
So we're a' singin, &c.
An' Jamie tak's the bass, for a bass voice has he;
Baith our mither an' our auntie sing like the lave,
Wi' the bairnies on their knee, to see they weel behave.
So we're a' singin, &c.
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The pussie likes to purr, and the doggies like to bark,
An' the birdies a' sing, frae the corbie to the lark;
Tunefu' is their melody, nae roarin' wi' their voice,
O mind ye, my freens, that music is not noise.
So we're a singin', &c.
An' the birdies a' sing, frae the corbie to the lark;
Tunefu' is their melody, nae roarin' wi' their voice,
O mind ye, my freens, that music is not noise.
So we're a singin', &c.
Oh! dear are our mountains, our banks, and our braes,
An' dear are our Scottish sangs, aboon a' ither lays;
But nae mair we'll sing in praise o' barley bree,
For that is Scotia's skaith, we're a' come to see.
So we're a' singin', &c.
An' dear are our Scottish sangs, aboon a' ither lays;
But nae mair we'll sing in praise o' barley bree,
For that is Scotia's skaith, we're a' come to see.
So we're a' singin', &c.
On cauld winter nichts, around our ain fire,
Wi' our knittin' an' our singin' we hae nae time to tire;
On Saturday e'en there's a hantle aye to do,
But, wi' willing hearts an' hands, the job is soon got thro'.
Wi' our knittin' an' our singin' we hae nae time to tire;
On Saturday e'en there's a hantle aye to do,
But, wi' willing hearts an' hands, the job is soon got thro'.
When the mendin', an' washin', and a' the wark is done,
Then slowly, an' solemnly, the psalmody's begun;
In sweet simmer time, aneath the ancient tree,
The blackbird an' mavis join our harmonie!
Then we're a' singin', thankfully singin',
Thankful and joyful, at our house at hame;
Oh! we're a' singin', blythely singin',
We're a' singin', at our house at hame.
Then slowly, an' solemnly, the psalmody's begun;
In sweet simmer time, aneath the ancient tree,
The blackbird an' mavis join our harmonie!
Then we're a' singin', thankfully singin',
Thankful and joyful, at our house at hame;
Oh! we're a' singin', blythely singin',
We're a' singin', at our house at hame.
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