Carolina Oliphant

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I've made a vow, I'll keep it true,
I'll never married be;
For the only ane that I think on
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Oh! Rowan Tree, Oh! Rowan Tree, thou'lt aye be dear to me,
Intwin'd thou art wi' mony ties o' hame and infancy.
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Their nest was in the leafy bush,
Sae soft and warm, sae soft and warm,
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Wha'll buy my caller herrin'?
They're bonny fish and halesome farin';
Wha'll buy my caller herrin',
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There cam' a wee boatie owre the sea,
Wi' the winds an' waves it strove sairlie;
But oh! it brought great joy to me,
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Ye shouldna ca' the Laird daft, though daft like he may be;
Ye shouldna ca' the Laird daft, he's just as wise as me;
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We hae the crown without a head,
The sceptre's but a hand, O;
The ancient warlike royal blade,
Might be a willow wand, O!
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'O what do you think o' Geordie noo?
O what do you think o' Geordie noo?
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Bonnie Charlie's now awa',
Safely owre the friendly main;
Mony a heart will break in twa,
Should he no' come back again.
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There were twa doos sat in a dookit;
Twa wise-like birds, and round they luiket;
An' says the ane unto the ither,
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When bonny daisies spread the sward,
An' broom bloom'd fair to see;
Blythe Davie, wi' a heart sae light,
An' she, a maiden free,
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Hech! hey! the mirth that was there,
The mirth that was there,
The mirth that was there;
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O weet and weary is the night,
Wi' soughing wind and rain, O;
And he that was sae true to me,
Is on the hill-side slain, O!
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Lay bye yere bawbee, my Jenny,
Lay bye yere bawbee, my dear,
Do as your mither aye did,
She tuik gude care o' her gear.
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Will ye gang owre the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O?
Will ye gang owre the lea-rig,
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O mountain wild, on thee I gaze,
Tho' clouds and storms upon thee lie;
For gleams o' sunshine break on thee,
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O stately stood the Baron's ha',
His lady fair as ony;
Her gracefu' mien was like a queen,
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O weel's me on my ain man!
My ain man, my ain man;
O, weel's me on my ain gudeman!
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O wha is this comin', the folk are a' rinnin',
Rin, Jeanie, rin fast, or the show will be past,
Rin, rin, an' bring word to me.
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What's this vain world to me?-
Rest is not here;
False are the smiles I see,
The mirth I hear.
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Carolina Oliphant Biography

Carolina Oliphant, Baroness Nairne (August 16, 1766–October 26, 1845) was a Scottish songwriter and song collector. Following the example set by Robert Burns in the Scots Musical Museum, Lady Nairne undertook to bring out a collection of national airs set to appropriate words. To the collection she contributed a large number of original songs, adopting the signature BB - Mrs Bogan of Bogan. The music was edited by RA Smith, and the collection was published at Edinburgh under the name of the Scottish Minstrel (1821-1824). Her songs may be classed under three heads: 1. those illustrative of the characters and manners of the old Scottish gentry, such as "The Laird o' Cockpen," "The Fife Laird," and "John Tod" 2. Jacobite songs, composed for the most part to gratify her kinsman Robertson, the aged chief of Strowan, among the best known of which are perhaps "Wha'll be King but Charlie?" "Charlie is my darling," "The Hundred Pipers," "He's owre the Hills," and "Will ye no' come back again?" 3. songs not included under the above heads, ranging over a variety of subjects from "Caller Herrin" to the "Land o' the Leal.")

The Best Poem Of Carolina Oliphant

The Maiden's Vow

Air - 'Comin' thro' the Rye.'


I've made a vow, I'll keep it true,
I'll never married be;
For the only ane that I think on
Will never think o' me.

Now gane to a far distant shore,
Their face nae mair I'll see;
But often will I think o' them,
That winna think o' me.

Gae owre, gae owre noo, gude Sir John,
Oh, dinna follow me;
For the only ane I ere thocht on,
Lies buried in the sea.

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