MS: 'Love and Liberty – A Cantata'

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MS: 'Love and Liberty – A Cantata'

Had hol'd his heartie like a riddle,
An' blawn't on fire.
Wi' hand on hainch, and upward e'e,
He croon'd his gamut, one, two, three,
Then in an arioso key,
The wee Apollo
Set off wi' allegretto glee
His giga solo ----

Air. -- Tune, Whistle owre the lave o't.

Let me ryke up to dight that tear,
An' go wi' me an' be my dear;
An' then your every care an' fear
May whistle owre the lave o't.
Chorus ----
I am a Fiddler to my trade,
An' a' the tunes that e'er I play'd,
The sweetest still to wife or maid,
Was whistle owre the lave o't.

At Kirns an' weddins we'se be there,
An' O sae nicely's we will fare!
We'll bowse about till Dadie Care
Sing whistle owre the lave o't.
I am &c.
Sae merrily's the banes we'll pyke,
An' sun oursells about the dyke;

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