The Rashy Muir- George F. Duncan (Glas) c.1875

The Rashy Muir- George F. Duncan (Glas) c.1875

[From: The Greig-Duncan Folk Song Collection - Volume 8 - page 409, by Patrick N. Shuldham-Shaw, ‎Emily B. Lyle - 2002.

George F. Duncan of Glasgow,  born 1860, was the son of William Duncan and brother of Rev. J. B. Duncan (of the Grieg-Duncan Collection). This was learned from his mother and copied down by George in an MS book. He was a school teacher in different parts of Scotland. It was also sung by
Margaret Gillespie (b. 1841), Duncan's sister who Roud reports as the source.

This is sung from the man's perspective which the informant perhaps changed since it's usually sung by from a woman's perspective-- as are the "Died for Love" songs. The usual chorus is stanza 6, stanza seven is a floating stanza found in the "Waly, Waly" songs. Only stanza 8 is related to the "Died for Love" songs.

R. Matteson 2017]


The Rashy Muir- learned by George F. Duncan from his mother's singing in 1875, Greig-Duncan #1215A

1. As I came through yon rashy moor
How spied I in my true love's door
My heart grew sair an my eyes grew blind
To think my bonnie love left me behind.

2. As we came through the water wan
The brig's being broken at yon mull dam
I boued my body an took her through
But alas she's gone an she's left me noo.

3. As we came our yon hill sae high
The nicht wis dark an my love took fleig
I took her in my arms twa
An we lay there till it wis day.

4. And in the morning when we arose
I helped her on wi her clothes
First her stockings an then her sheen
It was bit my duty when a wis dene.

5. But when I came in at yon town end
I saw another did my love attend
I took aff my hat an I said Hough hon
The best o my weel days are done.

6. O are ye gone lovey are ye gone
O are ye gone an left me noo
Wid ye forsake a' yere former vows
An break the heart o a lover true?

7. I lent my back against an oak
I thought it was a trusty tree
But first it bowed an then it break
And so has my false love to me.

8. Now since all my days are done,
I'll have it written on my grave stone,
Here lies a young man that died for love
Because his mistress wid not approve.