The Haughs of Crumdel/The Charming Widow

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3273173Haughs of Crumdel (2) — The Charming Widow1840

THE

Haughs of Crumdel.

THE CHARMING WIDOW.

I'VE DREAMT THAT THOU ART FADING.

LOVE, AND OUR OCEAN HOME.

YOU'LL FIND NO CHANGE IN ME.



GLASGOW:

PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.

17.

SONGS


THE HAUGHS OF CRUMDEL.

As I came in by Auchendown,
A very wee bit frae tho town,
Unto the Highlands I was bound,
To view the Haughs of Crumdel.

CHORUS.

Sing tanteradel, tanteradel,
Unto the Highlands I was bound,
To view the Haughs of Crumdel.


I met a man in tartan trews,
I spier'd at him what was tho news,
Says he, the Highland army rues
That e'er they came to Crumdel.

Sing, &c.

Lord Livingston rode from Inverness,
Our Highland lads for to distress;
And has put us a' in a sad mess,
Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.

Sing, &c.

The English General he did say,
We'll give the Highland lads fair play;
We'll sound our trumpets, and give huzza,
And waken them at Crumdel.

Sing, &c.

Says Livingston, I hold it best
To catch them lurking in their nest;
The Highlaud lads we will distress,
And hough them down at Crumdel.

Sing, &c.

So they were in their beds, sir, every one,
When the English army on them came,
And a bloody battle soon began,
Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.

Sing, &c.

The English horse they were so rude,
They bath'd their hoofs in Highland blood,
Our noble clans they firmly stood,
Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.

Sing, &c.

But our noble clans they could not stay,
Out over the hills they ran away,
And sore they do lament the day
That ever they came to Crumdel.

Sing. &c.

Says great Montrose, I must not stay,
Wilt thou direct the nearest way,
Over the hills I'll go this day,
And see the Haughs of Crumdel.

Sing, &c.

Alas my lord, you are not strong,
You have scarcely got two thousand men,
There's twenty thousand on the plain,
Lies rank and file in Crumdel.

Sing, &c.

Says great Montrose, I will not stay,
So direct me to the nearest way,
For over the hills I'll go this day,
And see the Haughs of Crumdel.

Sing, &c.

They were at dinner every man,
When great Montrose upon them came,
And a second battle soon began
Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.

Sing, &c.

The Grants, M'Kenzies, and M'Kay,
As soon as Montrose they did espy,
Thoy stood and fought most manfully,
Upon the Haughs of Crumdel

Sing, &c.

The M'Donalds they return'd again,
The Camerons did their standard join,
M'Intoshes play'd a bonny game
Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.

Sing, &c.

The M'Phersons fought like lions bold,
M'Gregors none could them control,
M'Laughlans fought like valiant souls
Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.

Sing, &c.

M'Leans, M'Dougels, and M'Neil,
So boldly as they took the field,
And made their enemies to yield
Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.

Sing, &c.

The Gordons boldly did advance,
The Frazers fought with sword and lance,
The Grahams made their heads to dance
Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.

Sing, &c.

The royal Stewarts and Munroes,
So boldly as they faced their foes,
And brought them down by hand blows,
Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.

Sing, &c.

Out of twenty thousand Englishmen,
Five hundred fled to Aberdeen,
The rest of them they all lay slain
Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.

Sing, &c.



YOU'LL FIND NO CHANGE IN ME.

O, when I was a younker,
A maid would marry me,
And often-times I drunk her,
In toasts of three times three.
She said, were I extravagant,
She never could agree;
Do you take me for a vagabond?
You'll find no change in me,
You'll find no change in me.

So quickly we got married,
As many mad folks do;
And the priest swore we were only one,
Though I swore we were two.
He talk'd about living happily,
And then he ask'd his fee;
Kind man, said I, be not absurd,
You'll find no change in me;
You'll find no change in me.

A month had scarcely wander'd past,
When my poor Sue did die,
And no one ever wept so fast,
Or sadly as did I.
The Undertaker did the rest,
With him I did agree;
And he and all have since confess'd,
They found no change in me;
They found no change in me.


THE CHARMING WIDOW.

I'm a charming widow now,
In age just twenty-two,
And being rid of my former vow,
New lovers come here to woo.
There's many a one with flattering tongue,
Of high and of low degree;
But he that is both merry and young
Is the brisk young man for me.

There's, &c.

Last time I wed a husband old,
About fourscore or more;
But then his purse was lin'd with gold,
Which woman-kind adore.
He's dead and gone to his narrow home,
So then let him quiet be;
And now my heart is free to roam,
So a brisk young man for me.

There's, &c.


This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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