Andante Affetuoso.

hum-ble thatch'd cottage, The

hum-ble thatch'd cot-tage, Honour dwelt in the breast of my parents, tho' poor; Unreliev'd the distress'd never went from the door; By which means alone, we true happiness prove, At the humble thatch'd cottage, in the village of Love.

Surrounded by suitors, they choose me a youth,
A mirror of virtue, of honour, and truth;
Bless'd with friendship's soft ties, contentment we
prove,

At the humble thatch'd cottage, in the village of Love.

Some, by delusive love's pleasure enchanted, Blindly to woman's fair standard have sworn; But, when they think love and faith would be granted,

Sadly they'll meet with derision and scorn. Cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck

Always speaks clearly, [cluck cluck cluck
Gently and dearly,

And is far sweeter than love or good luck!
Should dark'ning tempest obscure all my pleasure,
Threat'ning the blossoms of peace to destroy,
Quickly I'll hasten-and 'tis my sole measure-
To my sweet bottle for comfort and joy

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Cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck!

These whispers hearing,
No danger fearing,

Destiny's surges I brave like the rock!
From my dear bottle I'll separate never,

Till life's enchanting scenes fail to my sight, And, in my last and sad dwelling, for ever, Horrible thirst joins with darkness and night. Cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck Tones so endearing [cluck cluck cluck! Never more hearing,

When my last day's parting knell shall have struck.

up, gude-man, save Crummie's life, And

'My Crummie is a usefu' cow,

And she is come of a good kin';. Aft has she wet the bairns's mou',

And I am laith that she should tyne ; Get up, gudeman, it is fu' time,

The sun shines frae the lift sae hie;
Sloth never made a gracious end;

Gae, tak yer auld cloak aboot ye.'
'My cloak was ance a gude gray cloak,
When it was fitting for my wear;
But now it's scantly worth a groat,

For I have worn't this thretty year;
Let's spend the gear that we hae won,
We little ken the day we'll dee:
Then I'll be proud, since I have sworn
To hae a new cloak aboot me.'
'In days when our King Robert rang,
His trews they cost but half-a-croun;
He said they were a groat ower dear,

And ca'd the tailor thief and loon:
He was the king that wore a croun,
And thou the man of laigh degree:
It's pride puts a' the country doun;

Sae tak yer auld cloak aboot ye.'

auld cloak a boot ye. 'Ilka land has its ain lauch,

Ilk kind o' corn has its ain hool;
I think the warld is a' gane wrang,
When ilka wife her man wad rule:
Do ye no see Rob, Jock, and Hab,

How they are girded gallantlie,
While I sit hurklin i' the nook?-

I'll hae a new cloak aboot me.'
'Gudeman, I wot it's thretty year
Sin' we did ane anither ken;
And we hae had atween us twa

Of lads and bonnie lasses ten:
Now they are women grown and men,
I wish and pray weel may they be;
If you would prove a gude husband,
É'en tak yer auld cloak aboot ye.'
'Bell, my wife, she lo'es nae strife,

But she would guide me, if she can;
And, to maintain an easy life,

I aft maun yield, though I'm gudeman. Nocht's to be gain'd at woman's han', Unless ye gie her a' the plea; Then I'll leave aff where I began, And tak my auld cloak aboot me.'

Moderato.

Saw ye aught o' my love?

Gudeman Pattie, Cummer Kattie?

Saw ye aught o' my love,

On his charger prancing?

When trumpets blow, and drums go rap?

He wears a feather in his cap;

or - der.

Ye never saw a likelier chap,

To set young hearts a dancing. Saw ye aught o' my love,

Lucky Aggie, fair-hair'd Maggie? Saw ye aught o' my love, Marching o'er the border?