Busk an' Braw- Elizabeth Stewart (Aber) c. 1966
[Appears with the title "Oh whit needs I go busk an' braw" in Elizabeth's book "Up Yon Wide and Lonely Glen" about the music of the Fetterangus Stewarts.
Love is Teasing is the Chorus so I'm using that title, which is the same title that Lucy Stewart used. This is similar to Lucy's version. Elizabeth's 2nd stanza (see: Wheel of Fortune), a standard stanza, is different than Lucy's.
R. Matteson 2017]
Love is Teasing - sung by Elizabeth Stewart (b. 1939) of Aberdeenshire c. 1966
Oh whit needs I go busk an' braw
Oh whit needs I tae cam my hair
When my false lover has me forsaken
And he says he'll never love me any more.
I left me father, I left me mother
I left all me sisters and brothers too
I left all me friends and me own relations
I left them all for to follow you.
Love is pleasing, is freezing
And love is a pleasure when first it's new,
But as it grows older, the love grows colder
And it fades away like the morning dew.
I leaned my back into an oak
I thought it was a trusty tree
At first it stood till its branches grew
And shaded by false love tae me.
Love is pleasing, is freezing
And love is a pleasure when first it's new,
But as it grows older, the love grows colder
And it fades away like the morning dew.
Oh when my aperon was tae me shin,
My love he keepit my company,
But noo my aperon is tae my chin,
And he passes the door and he never looks in.
Love is pleasing, is freezing
And love is a pleasure when first it's new,
But as it grows older, the love grows colder
And it fades away like the morning dew.
I wish my baby it was born,
And sit upon the nurse's knee,
And me in the grave now was laid
And the green, green grass waving over me.
Love is pleasing, is freezing
And love is a pleasure when first it's new,
But as it grows older, the love grows colder
And it fades away like the morning dew.
I wish I wish in vain,
I wish I was a maid again,
But a maid again I ne'er can be
Till the orange grows on the apple tree
Love is pleasing, is freezing
And love is a pleasure when first it's new,
But as it grows older, the love grows colder
And it fades away like the morning dew.