Annotation:Adam Glen
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ADAM GLEN. Scottish, Air and Quickstep (3/4 time). B Minor. Standard tuning (fiddle). AABB. McLachlan includes this note with the tune, along with the words to the song:
Adam Glen, author of the air to which the above verses were written, was long a favourite in every farmer's ha', village, and fair, in the west of Angusshire. He was an excellent performer on the bag-pipe, a faithful reciter of our ancient ballads, and in every way an eccentric character. In the memorable year of Mar's rebellion, he joined the battalion of his county on its march to Sheriffmuir, and he remained behind, winding his warlike instrument in the front and fire of the enemy, and fell on the field of battle, November 13th, 1715, in the ninetieth year of his age. A few months before his death, he married his eighth wife, a maiden lady of forty five, on which circumstance the song is founded. When rallied on the number of his wives, he replied in his own peculiar way, " 'ae kist comin' in, is worth twa gauu out."
The words go:
Pawkie Adam Glen,
Piper o' the clachan,
When he stoited ben,
Sairly was he pechin';
Spak' a wee, but tint his win';
Hurklet down, an hoastit syne,
Blew his beik, an' dichtit's e'en,
And whauzled a' forfouchen.
Hut , his coughin' dune , Cheerie kyiht the body, Crackit like a gun, An’ leugh to Auntie Madie; t rieH,‘ - niy call a ns, name a spring, ‘jinglin’ John,’ or ony thing, For weel I’d like to see the fling, O’ ilka las.s an’ laddie.” 3. Blythe the dancers flew, Usquebae was plenty, Blythe the piper grew, Tho’ shakin’ ban’s wi’ ninety- Seven times his bridal vow Ruthless fate had broken thro’, Wlia wad thocht his coinin’ now Was for our maiden auntie. + . She had infer been sought, Cheerie hope was fadin’, Dowie is the thocht To live an’ dee a maiden. How it comes we canna ken, Wanters aye maun wait their ain, Madge is hecht to Adam Glen, Am sune we’ll ha’e a weddin’When Angus and Fifemen, Ran for their life, man,