Legal & Other Lyrics By George Outram: Containing a number of new pieces & fifteen illustrations by Edward J. Sullivan |
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INTRODUCTORY NOTICE
[Verse extracted from the introduction and not printed elsewhere.]
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[If ye've been up ayont Dundee]
If ye've been up ayont Dundee,
Ye maun hae heard about the plea
That's raised by Sandy Grant's trustee
For the mill that belang'd to Sandy.
For Sandy lent the man his mill,
An' the mill that was lent was Sandy's mill,
An' the man got the len' o' Sandy's mill,
An' the mill it belang'd to Sandy.
Ye maun hae heard about the plea
That's raised by Sandy Grant's trustee
For the mill that belang'd to Sandy.
For Sandy lent the man his mill,
An' the mill that was lent was Sandy's mill,
An' the man got the len' o' Sandy's mill,
An' the mill it belang'd to Sandy.
A' sense o' sin an' shame is gone,
They're claiming noo a lien on
The mill that belang'd to Sandy.
But Sandy lent the man his mill,
An' the mill that was lent was Sandy's mill,
An' the man got the len o' Sandy's mill,
An' the mill it belong'd to Sandy.
They're claiming noo a lien on
The mill that belang'd to Sandy.
But Sandy lent the man his mill,
An' the mill that was lent was Sandy's mill,
An' the man got the len o' Sandy's mill,
An' the mill it belong'd to Sandy.
[“'Twas not his form, 'twas not his face]
“'Twas not his form, 'twas not his face,
'Twas not his eloquence, that caught her;
It was his name in every case
Thatgained the heart of the macer's daughter.
'Twas not his eloquence, that caught her;
It was his name in every case
Thatgained the heart of the macer's daughter.
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'Twas not her eye, or ruby lip,
Or teeth, like pearls in purest water;
He'd ne'er have touched her finger's tip
Had she not been the macer's daughter.”
Or teeth, like pearls in purest water;
He'd ne'er have touched her finger's tip
Had she not been the macer's daughter.”
The Woods and the Forests
Are they accents of love, or the words of command?
'Tis the voice of a lady—the first in the land—
Saying, “Trusty Mackenzie, I'll give you a fee,
If you'll roam through the woods and the forests with me.
'Tis the voice of a lady—the first in the land—
Saying, “Trusty Mackenzie, I'll give you a fee,
If you'll roam through the woods and the forests with me.
“And, Tom, may it not be hereafter your pride,
As snugly you sit by your happy fireside,
To tell little Tommy, who sits on your knee,
How you roamed through the woods and the forests with me?
As snugly you sit by your happy fireside,
To tell little Tommy, who sits on your knee,
How you roamed through the woods and the forests with me?
And when you shall part with your bombasine gown,
And in ermine and silk on the Bench shall sit down,
Won't the great Lord Mackenzie remember with glee
How he roamed through the woods and the forests with me?”
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Won't the great Lord Mackenzie remember with glee
How he roamed through the woods and the forests with me?”
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The Tzar Kolokol
In Russia there is, as all travellers tell,
Near the Kremlin, at Moscow, a ponderous Bell,
Called “King of the Bells” its fame to extol,
Or, in Muscovite language, the Tzar Kolokol.
Near the Kremlin, at Moscow, a ponderous Bell,
Called “King of the Bells” its fame to extol,
Or, in Muscovite language, the Tzar Kolokol.
'Tis made of all metals—gold, silver, and tin—
For each wealthy Russian some jewel cast in;
And the poor never rested till something they stole
To assist in compounding the Tzar Kolokol.
For each wealthy Russian some jewel cast in;
And the poor never rested till something they stole
To assist in compounding the Tzar Kolokol.
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The furnace was fed by the young and the old;
The maid gave her ear-rings, the miser his gold;
For all knew 'twould be for the good of the soul
To give what they could to the Tzar Kolokol.
The maid gave her ear-rings, the miser his gold;
For all knew 'twould be for the good of the soul
To give what they could to the Tzar Kolokol.
Full nine months passed over before it was cast.
But out came the mountain of metal at last,
And tribes from the tropics, and tribes from the pole,
Came as pilgrims to look at the Tzar Kolokol.
But out came the mountain of metal at last,
And tribes from the tropics, and tribes from the pole,
Came as pilgrims to look at the Tzar Kolokol.
With ropes and with pulleys they hoisted the mass,
And they made it a tongue of some ten tons of brass,
And the world waited trembling to hear the first toll
From the King of the Bells,—from the Tzar Kolokol.
And they made it a tongue of some ten tons of brass,
And the world waited trembling to hear the first toll
From the King of the Bells,—from the Tzar Kolokol.
But that toll never came, for the rafters gave way,
And the ponderous giant was rolled in the clay;
And the fatal result was a wide gaping hole
That was broke in the side of the Tzar Kolokol.
And the ponderous giant was rolled in the clay;
And the fatal result was a wide gaping hole
That was broke in the side of the Tzar Kolokol.
We've a Bell in this country,—the King of Bells too;
Of metal as various, and temper more true,—
A sort of a giant—though, upon the whole,
He's not quite so big as the Tzar Kolokol.
Of metal as various, and temper more true,—
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He's not quite so big as the Tzar Kolokol.
It took nine months to cast him; and as for his tongue,
'Tis as brazen as theirs is, though much better hung;
And I'm sure we all feel 'tis good for the soul
To do what we can for our Tzar Kolokol.
'Tis as brazen as theirs is, though much better hung;
And I'm sure we all feel 'tis good for the soul
To do what we can for our Tzar Kolokol.
Though he's never been hung yet, and never may be,
His voice has been heard o'er the earth and the sea,
And long may such music continue to roll
From the King of our Bells,—from the Tzar Kolokol.
His voice has been heard o'er the earth and the sea,
And long may such music continue to roll
From the King of our Bells,—from the Tzar Kolokol.
May the King live for ever, a Persian request
Which we make in behalf of our much-honoured guest;
May we oft pledge a bumper, and oft drain a bowl,
To the health of our Bell,—to our Tzar Kolokol.
Which we make in behalf of our much-honoured guest;
May we oft pledge a bumper, and oft drain a bowl,
To the health of our Bell,—to our Tzar Kolokol.
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