by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Amang the trees
Language: Scottish (Scots)
Amang the trees, where humming bees, At buds and flowers were hinging, O, Auld Caledon drew out her drone, And to her pipe was singing, O: 'Twas Pibroch, Sang, Strathspeys, and Reels - She dirl'd them aff fu' clearly, O, When there cam' a yell o' foreign squeels, That dang her tapsalteerie, O! Their capon craws an' queer ‘ha, ha's,’ They made our lugs grow eerie, O. The hungry bike did scrape and fyke, Till we were wae and weary, O: But a royal ghaist, wha ance was cas'd A prisoner aughteen year awa, He fir'd a Fiddler in the North, That dang them tapsalteerie, O!
Confirmed with The Complete Poems and Songs of Robert Burns, edited by James Barke with an Introduction by John Cairney, HarperCollins, Glasgow, 1995, page 683
Authorship:
- by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "Amang the Trees" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Francis George Scott (1880 - 1958), "Amang the trees", published 1936 [ baritone and piano ], from Scottish Lyrics, Book 4, no. 13, Bayley & Ferguson [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2018-11-27
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Word count: 106