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Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2014-12-11).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 32 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Sawney is a bonny lad
Composer: Henry Purcell
Lyricist:

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: S

Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Basso continuo

Published: 1694

Description: A new Scotch song, sung at the consort in York Buildings, at the entertainment of the Prince of Baden.

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Original text and translations

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Sawney is a bonny lad,
But Sawney kens it well;
And Sawney might a boon have had,
But Sawney loves to tell:
He weens that I mun love him soon,
Gin lovers now are rare;
But I'd as leif have none, as one
Whom twenty, twenty share.

When anent your love you come,
Ah! Sawney, were you true;
What tho' I seem to frown and gloom,
I ne'er cou'd gang from you:
Yet still my tongue, do what I can,
With mickle woe denies;
Wa's me, when once we like a man,
It boots not to be wise.