X: 1
T: MARY OF CASTLE CARY
O: 1811
B: "Caledonian Musical Repository", 1811, p.239-241
F: http://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/pageturner.cfm?id=87686121
Z: 2013 John Chambers <jc:trillian.mit.edu>
N: Used space in "ne'er wad", which looks a lot like a single word.
M: C
L: 1/8
K: Bm
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B4 B3 c | {d}f4 f4 | (f e3) d3 d |
w: Saw ye my wee thing? saw* ye mine
c4 c4 | B4 B4 c | {d2}f4 f4{a2} | (f e3) d2 (cd) |
w: ain thing? Saw ye my true-love, down* by yon*
B8 | f4 f3 f | {f2}e4 e3 e | d4 c2 B2 |
w: lee? Cross'd she the mea-dow, yes-treen at the
{B2}A4 {A2}Ha4 | B4 B3 c | d2 f4 (3(fga) |
w: gloam-ing? Sought she the bur-nie, where**
{f}e3 d Tc4 | B8 |]
w: flow'rs the haw-tree?
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W:2."Her hair it is lint-white, her skin it is milk-white;
W:  "Dark is the blue o' her saft-rolling ee.
W:  "Red, red her lip is, and sweeter than roses:
W:  "Whare could my wee thing wander frae me?"
W:
W:3.'I saw na your wee thing, I saw na your ain thing,
W:  'Nor saw I your true-love down by yon lee:
W:  'But I met my bonny thing late in the gloamin,
W:  'Down by the burnie, whare flow'rs the haw-tree.
W:
W:4.'Her hair it was lint-white, her skin it was milk-white;
W:  'Dark was the blue o' her saft-rolling ee;
W:  'Red were her ripe lips, and sweeter than roses;
W:  'Sweet were the kisses that she gae to me.'
W:
W:5."It was na my wee thing, it was na mine ain thing,
W:  "It was na my true-love ye met by the tree.
W:  "Proud is her leal heart, and modest her nature,
W:  "She never lo'ed leman till ance she lo'ed me.
W:
W:6."Her name it is Mary, she's frae Castle Cary;
W:  "Aft has she sat, when a bairn, on my knee.
W:  "Fair as your face is, were't fifty times fairer,
W:  "Young braggart, she ne'er wad gie kisses to thee."
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W:
W:7.'It was then your Mary, she's frae Castle Cary;
W:  'It was then your true-love I met by the tree.
W:  'Proud as her heart is, and modest her nature,
W:  'Sweet were the kisses that she gae to me.'
W:
W:8.Sair gloom'd his dark brow, blood-red his cheek grew,
W:  Wild flash'd the fire frae his red-rolling ee:
W:  "Ye'se rue sair this morning, your boasting and scorning;
W:  "Defend, ye fause traitor, for loudly ye lie!"
W:
W:9.'Awa wi' beguiling,' then cried the youth, smiling:
W:  Aff gade the bonnet, the lint-white locks flee;
W:  The belted plaid fa'ing, her white bosom shawing,
W:  Fair stood the lov'd maid wi' the dark-rolling ee.
W:
W:10."Is it my wee thing? is it mine ain thing?
W:  "Is it my true-love here that I see?"
W:  'O Jamie, forgie me! your heart's constant to me:
W:  'I'll never mair wander, my true-love, frae thee.'
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