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<strong>The</strong> Salamanca Corpus: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Poetical</strong> <strong>Works</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Miss</strong> <strong>Susanna</strong> <strong>Blamire</strong> (<strong>1842</strong>)<br />

Her sorrows sunk to rest. 1<br />

1 In the notes to the “Scots Musical Museum,” vol. in. p. 228, Mr Stenhonse says: “Both the words and music<br />

<strong>of</strong> this elegant and pathetic song were taken from a single sheet, printed in London about the year 1788, and<br />

sold by Joseph Dale, No. 19, Cornhill, ‘sung by MASTER KNYVETT.’ From this circumstance, I am led to<br />

conclude that it is a modern Anglo-Scottish production, especially as it does not appear in any <strong>of</strong> the old<br />

collections <strong>of</strong> our songs. If it be an imitation <strong>of</strong> the Scottish style however, it is a very successful one.”<br />

[207] .<br />

SONGS<br />

IN THE<br />

CUMBERLAND DIALECT.<br />

[208]<br />

THE TOILING DAY HIS TASK HAS DUIN.<br />

AIR—Jockie’s Grey Breeks<br />

THE toiling day his task has duin,<br />

And night sits on yon mountain’s brow,<br />

She’s luikt her last luik o’ the sun,<br />

An’ muffl’d up the rales below.<br />

<strong>The</strong> weary ploughman seeks his heaam,<br />

His blythsome ingle far he sees;<br />

An’ <strong>of</strong>t peeps out his winsome deame,<br />

While the wee things rin aroun’ the bleeze.<br />

At last he cums, and on his knee<br />

<strong>The</strong> wee tots a’thegether cling,<br />

An’ ilk ane strives to catch his ee,<br />

Syne tugs his cwoat an bids him sing.<br />

An’ when the halesome supper’s duin,<br />

An’ noisy prattlers laid asleep,<br />

A lad you spy by blink o’ muin,<br />

Wha says he seeks a strayand sheep.

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