The Bonnie Brier Bush (Henry A. Lambeth)
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- (Posted 2023-11-08) CPDL #77074:
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-11-08). Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 401 kB Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: The Bonnie Brier Bush
Composer: Henry A. Lambeth
Lyricist: Carolina Oliphant
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong, Folksong
Language: Lowland Scots
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1891 Paterson & Sons
Description: Traditional Scottish Air
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Original text and translations
Lowland Scots text
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 to deck our 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’ glaikit Englishers at Carlisle ha’,
And forgot auld frien’s that were far awa’.
“Ye’ll come nae mair, Jamie, where aft ye have been,
Ye’ll come nae mair, Jamie, to Atholl’s green;
Owre weel ye lo’ed the dancin’ at Carlisle ha’,
And forgot the Hieland hills that were far awa’.”
“I ne’er lo’ed a dance but on Atholl’s green,
I ne’er lo’ed a lassie but my dorty Jean,
Sair, sair against my will did I bide sae lang awa’,
And my heart was aye in Atholl’s green at Carlisle ha’.”
The brier bush was bonny ance in our kail-yard;
That brier bush was bonny ance in our kail-yard;
A blast blew owre the hill, that ga’e Atholl’s flowers a chill,
And the bloom’s blawn aff the bonnie bush in our kail-yard.