X: 1
T: LOGAN WATER
O: 1811
B: "Caledonian Musical Repository", 1811, p.230-233
F: http://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/pageturner.cfm?id=87686121
Z: 2013 John Chambers <jc:trillian.mit.edu>
N: In bar 5, the f is an 8th note; changed to 1/4 note to match the rest of the tune.
N: In bar 11, the b's length is similarly wrong, and fixed similarly.
N: In bar 15, the (fg) seems dotted, but the beam is obscured; transcribed as dotted.
M: C
L: 1/8
K: Bm
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(Bc) | d2 (cB) B3 d | (AF) (EF) A3 c |
w: By* Lo-gan's* streams, that rin* sae* deep, Fu'
d3 c B3 d | (AB) (de) f3 f |
w: aft wi' glee I've herd-*ed* sheep, I've
(gb) (ag) {f}f2 (ed) | (ed) (cB) A3 c |
w: herd-*ed* sheep, and* ga-*ther'd* slaes, Wi'
(Bc) (de) (f>gf) e | d2 Tc2 B2 ][ (f^a) |
w: my* dear* lad** on Lo-gan braes. But*
b2 B2 B3 d | (AF) (EF) A3 ^a |
w: waes my heart! thae days* are* gane, And
b2 B2 B3 d | (AB) (de) f3 f |
w: I, wi' grief, may herd* a-*lane, While
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(gb) (ag) {g}f2 (ed) | (edc) B A3 c |
w: my* dear* lad maun* face** his faes, Far,
(Bcd) e (f>g) (fe) | d2 Tc2 B2 |]
w: far** frae me,* or* Lo-gan braes.
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W:2.Nae mair at Logan kirk will he,
W:  Atween the preachings meet wi' me;
W:  Meet wi' me, or when it's mirk,
W:  Convoy me hame frae Logan kirk.
W:  Weel may I sing, thae days are gane,
W:  Frae kirk or fair I come alane;
W:  While my dear lad maun face his faes
W:  Far, far frae me, or Logan braes.
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W:
W:3.Logan, sweetly didst thou glide,
W:  That day I was my Willie's bride;
W:  And years sinsyne hae o'er us run.
W:  Like Logan to the simmer sun.
W:  But now thy flow'ry banks appear
W:  Like drumly winter, dark and drear,
W:  While my dear lad maun face his faes,
W:  Far, far frae me, and Logan braes.
W:
W:4.Again the merry month o' May
W:  Has made our hills and valleys gay;
W:  The birds rejoice in leafy bow'rs;
W:  The bees hum round the breathing flow'rs
W:  Blythe morning lifts his rosy e'e,
W:  And ev'ning's tears are tears of joy:
W:  My soul, deiightless, a' surveys,
W:  While Willie's far frae Logan braes.
W:
W:5.Within yon milk-white hawthorn bush,
W:  Amang her nestlings sits the thrush;
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W:  Her faithfu' mate will share her toil,
W:  Or wi' his sang her cares beguile:
W:  But I, wi' my sweet nurslings here,
W:  Nae mate to help, nae mate to cheer,
W:  Pass widow'd nights and joyless days,
W:  While Willy's far frae Logan braes.
W:
W:6.O wae upon you, men o' state,
W:  That brethren rouse to deadly hate!
W:  As ye mak mony a fond heart mourn,
W:  Sae may it on your heads return!
W:  How can your flinty hearts enjoy
W:  The widow's tear, the orphan's cry?
W:  But soon may peace bring happy days,
W:  And Willie hame to Logan's braes!
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