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The Book of Scottish Song/The Brier Bush

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Anonymous and Robert Burns (1759-1796)2252296The Book of Scottish Song — The Brier Bush1843Alexander Whitelaw

The Brier Bush.

[We give here two versions of this popular song—the first, that which appears in Johnson's Museum, and which was altered by Burns from some old strain—the second, that which is generally sung in our theatres.]

There grows a bonnie brier bush in our kail-yard,
There grows a bonnie brier bush in our kail-yard;
And below the bonnie brier bush there's a lassie and a lad.
And they're busy, busy courting in our kail-yard.

We'll court nae mair below the buss in our kail-yard,
We'll court nae mair below the buss in our kail-yard;
We'll awa' to Athole's green, and there we'll no be seen,
Whare the trees and the branches will be our safe guard.

Will ye go to the dancin' in Carlyle's ha',
Will ye go to the dancin' in Carlyle's ha;
There Sandy and Nancy I'm sure will ding them a'?
I winna gang to the dancin' in Carlyle's-ha'.

What will I do for a lad, when Sandy gangs awa'?
What will I do for a lad, when Sandy gangs awa'?
I will awa' to Edinburgh and win a pennie fee,
And see an onie bonnie lad will fancy me.

He's comin' frae the North that's to fancy me,
He's comin' frae the North that's to fancy me;
A feather in his bonnet and a ribbon at his knee,
He's a bonnie, bonnie laddie an yon be he.

[ANOTHER VERSION.]

"There grows a bonnie brier bush in our kail-yard,
And white are the blossoms o't in our kail-yard:
Like wee bit white cockauds for our loyal Hieland lads;
And the lasses lo'e the bonnie bush in our kail-yard."

"But were they a' true that were far awa'?
Oh! were they a' true that were far awa'?
They drew up wi' glaiket Englishers at Carlisle ha',
And forgot auld frien's when far awa'."

"Ye'll come nae mair, Jamie, where aft you've been;
Ye'll come nae mair, Jamie, to Athole's Green;
Ye lo'ed ower weel the dancin' at Carlisle ha'.
And forgot the Hieland hills that were far awa'."

"He's comin' frae the North that's to fancy me,
He's comin' frae the North that's to fancy me;
A feather in his bonnet, a ribbon at his knee;
He's a bonnie Hieland laddie, and you be na he."