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18 John o'Badenyon Music and Poem
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18 John o'Badenyon Music and Poem

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See entry See Page 17 for details about John Skinner

Haydn wrote arrangements of Scottish folk songs, mostly for voice and piano trio, for several publishers between 1791 and about 1805; these discs contain those he wrote for the Scottish publisher George Thomson. These recordings do contain some music that has probably never been recorded before; in addition to folk song arrangements, there are a few delightful little sets of instrumental variations on Scottish songs. Some of the music in this set would have been among the last that Haydn set down in his old age.

When first I cam to be a man
Of twenty years or so,
I thought myself a handsome youth,
And fain the world would know;
[Pg 14] In best attire I stept abroad,
With spirits brisk and gay,
And here and there and everywhere
Was like a morn in May;
No care I had, nor fear of want,
But rambled up and down,
And for a beau I might have past
In country or in town;
I still was pleased where'er I went,
And when I was alone,
I tuned my pipe and pleased myself
Wi' John o' Badenyon.
Now in the days of youthful prime
A mistress I must find,
For love, I heard, gave one an air
And e'en improved the mind:
On Phillis fair above the rest
Kind fortune fix'd my eyes,
Her piercing beauty struck my heart,
And she became my choice;
To Cupid now, with hearty prayer,
I offer'd many a vow;
And danced and sung, and sigh'd and swore,
As other lovers do;
But, when at last I breathed my flame,
I found her cold as stone;
I left the girl, and tuned my pipe
To John o' Badenyon.
When love had thus my heart beguiled
With foolish hopes and vain;
[Pg 15] To friendship's port I steer'd my course,
And laugh'd at lovers' pain;
A friend I got by lucky chance,
'Twas something like divine,
An honest friend 's a precious gift,
And such a gift was mine;
And now whatever might betide
A happy man was I,
In any strait I knew to whom
I freely might apply.
A strait soon came: my friend I try'd;
He heard, and spurn'd my moan;
I hied me home, and tuned my pipe
To John o' Badenyon.
Methought I should be wiser next,
And would a patriot turn,
Began to doat on Johnny Wilkes
And cry up Parson Horne.[1]
Their manly spirit I admired,
And praised their noble zeal,
Who had with flaming tongue and pen
Maintain'd the public weal;
But e'er a month or two had pass'd,
I found myself betray'd,
'Twas self and party, after all,
For a' the stir they made;
At last I saw the factious knaves
Insult the very throne,
I cursed them a', and tuned my pipe
To John o' Badenyon.
[Pg 16]
What next to do I mused awhile,
Still hoping to succeed;
I pitch'd on books for company,
And gravely tried to read:
I bought and borrow'd everywhere,
And studied night and day,
Nor miss'd what dean or doctor wrote
That happen'd in my way:
Philosophy I now esteem'd
The ornament of youth,
And carefully through many a page
I hunted after truth.
A thousand various schemes I tried,
And yet was pleased with none;
I threw them by, and tuned my pipe
To John o' Badenyon.
And now, ye youngsters everywhere,
That wish to make a show,
Take heed in time, nor fondly hope
For happiness below;
What you may fancy pleasure here,
Is but an empty name,
And girls, and friends, and books, and so,
You 'll find them all the same.
Then be advised, and warning take
From such a man as me;
I 'm neither Pope nor Cardinal,
Nor one of high degree;
You 'll meet displeasure everywhere;
Then do as I have done,
E'en tune your pipe and please yourselves
With John o' Badenyon.


Come gle 's a sang, Montgomery cried,
And lay your disputes all aside,
What signifies 't for folks to chide
For what was done before them :
Let Whig and Tory all agree.
Whig and Tory, Whig and Tory,
Whig and Tory all agree.
To drop their \\Tiig-mig-morum ;
Let Whig and Tory all agree
To spend the night wi' mirth and glee,
And cheerful sing alang wi' me

The Eeel o' Tullochgonma.


Tullochgorum's my delight,
It gars us a' in ane unite.
And ony sumph that keeps a spite,
In conscience I abhor him :
For blythe and cheerie we '11 be a',
Blythe and cheerie, blythe and cheerie,
Blythe and cheerie we '11 be a',
And make a happy quorum ;
For blythe and cheerie we '11 be a'
As lang as we hae breath to draw,
And dance, till we be like to fa',

The Eeel o' TuUochgorum.


What needs there be sae great a fraise
Wi' dringing dull Italian lays ?
I wadna gie our ain Strathspeys
For half a hiinder score o' them ;
They 're dowf and dowie at the best,
Dowf and dowie, dowf and dowie,
Dowf and dowie at the best,
Wi' a' their variorum ;
They 're dowf and dowie at the best.
Their aUegros and a' the rest,
They canna' please a Scottish taste.

Compared wi' Tullochgorum.


Let warldly worms their minds oppress
Wi' fears o' want and double cess.
And sullen sots themsells distress
Wi' keeping up decorum :
Shall we sae sour and sulky sit.
Sour and sulky, sour and sulky.
Sour and sulky shall we sit.
Like old philosophorum ?
Shall we sae sour and sulky sit,
Wi' neither sense, nor mirth, nor wit,
Nor ever try to shake a fit

To th' Eeel o' Tullochgorum?


May choicest blessings aye attend
Each honest, open-hearted friend,
And calm and quiet be his end.
And a' that's good watch o'er him ;
May peace and plenty be his lot,
Peace and plenty, peace and plenty,
Peace and plenty be his lot,
And dainties a great store o' them :
May peace and plenty be his lot,
Unstain'd by any vicious spot.
And may he never want a groat,
That 's fond o' Tullochgomm 1


But for the sullen, frumpish fool.
That loves to be oppression's tool,
May envy gnaw his rotten soul.
And discontent devour him ;
May dool and sorrow be his chance,
Dool and sorrow, dool and sorrow,
Dool and sorrow be his chance.
And nane say, Wae 's me for him !
May dool and sorrow be his chance,
Wi' a' the ills that come frae France,
Wha e'er he be that winna dance

The Reel o' Tullochgorum.

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