NOW SANDY MAUN AWA.

NOW SANDY MAUN AWA. Susanna Blamire Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford

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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Blamire, Susanna, 1747-1794. The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire “The muse of Cumberland.” Now for the first time collected by Henry Lonsdale, M.D. with a preface, memoir, and notes by Patrick Maxwell, ... Edinburgh John Menzies, 61 Princes Street; R. Tyas, London; D. Robertson, Glasgow; and C. Thurnam, Carlisle. MDCCCXLII. 1842 pp. 247-249.

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NOW SANDY MAUN AWA . THE drum has beat the General , Now Sandy maun awa , But first he gaes the lasses roun To bid God bless them a' ! Down smirking Sally's dimpl'd cheek The tear begins to fa : " O ! Sandy , I am wae to think That ye maun leave us a' . " Poor Maggy sighs , and sings the sang He lik'd the best of a' , And hopes by that to ease her heart When Sandy's far awa . Alak ! poor silly maiden , Your skill in love's but sma ; We shouldna think o' auld langsyne When sweethearts are awa . In blithsome Nancy's open heart His looks hae made a flaw ; An' yet she vows the men a' loons , And Sandy warst of a' . Now Jenny she affects to scorn , And sneers at their ill-fa ; She reckons a' the warld thinks She likes him best of a' . At gentle Kitty's weel-kenn'd door He ca'd the last of a' ; Because his heart bade him say mair To her than to them a' : My gentle Kate , gin ye'll prove true , I'll slight the lasses a' On thee alane I'll swear to think When I am far awa . Now Sandy's ta'en his bonnet off , An' waves fareweel to a' ; And cries , " Await till I come back , An' I will kiss ye a' . "