Garland
Of
Songs

[1] Grand Old Oak . . . Rohde.  35.
[2] Three Sailor Boys. . . . Marzials.  35.
[3] Mariner's Glee. . . . Rohde.  35.
[4] Children of the City. . . . Adams.  40.
[5] Robin Adair. . . . Moran.  30.
[6] We'd Better Bide A'Wee. . . . Claribel.  30.
[7] The Ones Who Will Always Be True. . . . Rohde.  35.
[8] Yeoman's Wedding Song. . . . Poniatowski.  40.
[9]  W'st, W'st, W'st. . . . . Pettit.  30.
[10] Cackle, Cackle, Cackle. . . . . Bagnal.  30.
[11] Won't You Tell Me Why, Robin? . . Claribel.  30.
[12] There's Nothing Like a Freshing Breeze. . Randegger.  40.

"We’d Better Bide a Wee" [circa 1869]
Words and Music by Claribel
(pseud. for Mrs. Charlotte [Alington] Barnard, 1830-1869)

W. A. Evans & Bro., Publishers.
  New York: 10 Park Place
  Philadelphia: 926 Chestnut St.
  Chicago: 113 Adams
  St. Louis, MO: 307 Pine, 203 Third St.
Main Office, 50 Bromfield St., Boston, Mass.
[Source: 176/121@Levy]

1. The puir auld folk at hame, ye mind,
  Are frail, and failing sair,
And weel I ken they’d miss me, lad,
  Gin I came hame nae mair,
The grist is out, the times are hard,
  The kine are only three,

[REFRAIN sung after each VERSE]
I canna leave the auld folk now,
We’d better bide a wee,
I canna leave the auld folk now,
We’d better bide a wee.

2. When first we told our story, lad,
  Their blessing fell sae free,
They gave nae thought to self at all,—
  They did not think of me.
But laddie, that’s a time awa,
  And mither’s like to dee:

3. I fear me sair, they’re failing baith,
  For, when I sit apart,
They’ll talk o’ heav’n sae earnestly,
  It well nigh breaks my heart!
So, laddie, dinna urge me mair,
  It surely winna be: