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The Complete Works of Robert Burns Novel Chapters
List of most recent chapters published for the The Complete Works of Robert Burns novel. A total of 293 chapters have been translated and the release date of the last chapter is Apr 02, 2024
Latest Release: Chapter 1 : The Complete Works of Robert Burns: Containing his Poems, Songs, and Correspondence.by R
The Complete Works of Robert Burns: Containing his Poems, Songs, and Correspondence.by Robert Burns and Allan Cunningham.PREFACE.I cannot give to my country this edition of one of its favourite poets, without stating that I have deliberately omitted sever
- 193 TO ROBERT AINSLIE, ESQ.[This letter, were proof wanting, shows the friendly and familiar footing on which Burns stood with the Ainslies, and more particularly with the author of that popular work, the "Reasons for the Hope that is in us."]_Mauchline, 23
- 192 MY DEAR SIR, I find myself very comfortable here, neither oppressed by ceremony nor mortified by neglect. Lady Augusta is a most engaging woman, and very happy in her family, which makes one's outgoings and incomings very agreeable. I called at Mr. Ramsa
- 191 I cannot settle to my mind.--Farming, the only thing of which I know anything, and heaven above knows but little do I understand of that, I cannot, dare not risk on farms as they are. If I do not fix I will go for Jamaica. Should I stay in an unsettled st
- 190 MY HONOURED FRIEND, The enclosed I have just wrote, nearly extempore, in a solitary inn in Selkirk, after a miserable wet day's riding. I have been over most of East Lothian, Berwick, Roxburgh, and Selkirk-s.h.i.+res; and next week I begin a tour through
- 189 _Lawn-market, Edinburgh, 3d May, 1787._ REVEREND AND MUCH-RESPECTED SIR, I leave Edinburgh to-morrow morning, but could not go without troubling you with half a line, sincerely to thank you for the kindness, patronage, and friends.h.i.+p you have shown me
- 188 I shall just lay my hand on my heart and say, I hope I shall ever have the truest, the warmest sense of your goodness.I come abroad in print, for certain on Wednesday. Your orders I shall punctually attend to; only, by the way, I must tell you that I was
- 187 _Edinburgh, March, 1787._ MY DEAR SIR, You may think, and too justly, that I am a selfish, ungrateful fellow, having received so many repeated instances of kindness from you, and yet never putting pen to paper to say thank you; but if you knew what a devi
- 186 R. B.XLVIII.TO THE EARL OF GLENCAIRN.[The Earl of Glencairn seems to have refused, from motives of delicacy, the request of the poet: the verses, long lost, were at last found, and are now, through the kindness of my friend, Major James Glencairn Burns, p
- 185 you will bear me witness, that when my bubble of fame was at the highest, I stood unintoxicated with the inebriating cup in my hand, looking forward with rueful resolve to the hastening time, when the blow of Calumny should dash it to the ground with all
- 184 TO MR. GAVIN HAMILTON.[This letter was first published by Hubert Chambers, who considered it as closing the enquiry, "was Burns a married man?" No doubt Burns thought himself unmarried, and the Rev. Mr. Auld was of the same opinion, since he offered him
- 183 Dugald Stewart, and some of my learned friends, put me in the periodical paper, called The Lounger,[164] a copy of which I here enclose you.--I was, Sir, when I was first honoured with your notice, too obscure; now I tremble lest I should be ruined by bei
- 182 x.x.xIII.TO MR. ROBERT MUIR.[The expedition to Edinburgh, to which this short letter alludes, was undertaken, it is needless to say, in consequence of a warm and generous commendation of the genius of Burns written by Dr. Blacklock, to the Rev. Mr. Lawrie
- 181 x.x.x.TO MISS ALEXANDER.[This letter, Robert Chambers says, concluded with requesting Miss Alexander to allow the poet to print the song which it enclosed, in a second edition of his Poems. Her neglect in not replying to this request is a very good poetic
- 180 If you think it worth while, read it to Charles and Mr. W. Parker, and if they choose a copy of it, it is at their service, as they are men whose friends.h.i.+p I shall be proud to claim, both in this world and that which is to come.I believe all hopes of
- 179 I have waited on Armour since her return home; not from any the least view of reconciliation, but merely to ask for her health and--to you I will confess it--from a foolish hankering fondness--very ill placed indeed. The mother forbade me the house, nor d
- 178 TO MR. JOHN KENNEDY.[Burns was busy in a two-fold sense at present: he was seeking patrons in every quarter for his contemplated volume, and was composing for it some of his most exquisite poetry.]_Mossgiel, 16 May, 1796._ DEAR SIR, I have sent you the ab
- 177 [Footnote 158: See Poem LXXVIII.]XVI.TO MR. M'WHINNIE, WRITER, AYR.[Mr. M'Whinnie obtained for Burns several subscriptions for the first edition of his Poems, of which this note enclosed the proposals.]_Mossgiel, 17th April, 1786._ It is injuring some h
- 176 MY DEAR SIR, I have not time at present to upbraid you for your silence and neglect; I shall only say I received yours with great pleasure. I have enclosed you a piece of rhyming ware for your perusal. I have been very busy with the muses since I saw you,
- 175 [Footnote 154: Song VIII.][Footnote 155: Alluding to the misfortunes he feelingly laments before this verse. (This is the author's note.)][Footnote 156: Song II.]IX.TO MR. JAMES BURNESS, MONTROSE.[The elder Burns, whose death this letter intimates, lies
- 174 _August._ Misgivings in the hour of _despondency_ and prospect of death:-- Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene.[152]EGOTISMS FROM MY OWN SENSATIONS._May._ I don't well know what is the reason of it, but somehow or other, though I am when I have a m
- 173 _April_, 1783.Notwithstanding all that has been said against love, respecting the folly and weakness it lends a young inexperienced mind into; still I think it in a great measure deserves the highest encomiums that have been pa.s.sed upon it. If anything
- 172 I verily believe, my dear E., that the pure, genuine feelings of love are as rare in the world as the pure genuine principles of virtue and piety. This I hope will account for the uncommon style of all my letters to you. By uncommon, I mean their being wr
- 171 HONOURED SIR, I have purposely delayed writing in the hope that I should have the pleasure of seeing you on New-Year's day; but work comes so hard upon us, that I do not choose to be absent on that account, as well as for some other little reasons which
- 170 CCLXVI.HEY FOR A La.s.s WI' A TOCHER.Tune--"_Balinamona Ora._"[Communicated to Thomson, 17th of February, 1796, to be printed as part of the poet's contribution to the Irish melodies: he calls it "a kind of rhapsody."]I.Awa wi' your witchcraft o'
- 169 CCLXII. TO GENERAL DUMOURIER. PARODY ON ROBIN ADAIR. [Burns wrote this "Welcome" on the unexpected defection of General Dumourier.] I. Youre welcome to despots, Dumourier; Youre welcome to despots, Dumourier; How does Dampiere do? Aye, and Bournonville,
- 168 III.A weel-stocked mailen--himsel' for the laird-- And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers: I never loot on that I kenn'd it, or car'd, But thought I may hae waur offers, waur offers, But thought I might hae waur offers.IV.But what wad ye think? In a
- 167 The little flow'ret's peaceful lot, In yonder cliff that grows, Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot, Nae ruder visit knows, Was mine; till love has o'er me past, And blighted a' my bloom, And now beneath the with'ring blast My youth and joy consu
- 166 Tune--"_John Anderson, my jo._"["I am at this moment," says Burns to Thomson, when he sent him this song, "holding high converse with the Muses, and have not a word to throw away on a prosaic dog, such as you are." Yet there is less than the poet's
- 165 IV.Thou tells o' never-ending care; O' speechless grief and dark despair: For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair!Or my poor heart is broken!CCL.ON CHLORIS BEING ILL.Tune--"_Ay wakin', O._"[An old and once popular lyric suggested this brief and happy
- 164 III.The bitter blast that round me blaws, Unheeded howls, unheeded fa's; The cauldness o' thy heart's the cause Of a' my grief and pain, jo.O let me in this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night; For pity's sake this ae night, O rise and let me in, jo!CCXL
- 163 Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa; Here's a health to Tammie, the Norland laddie, That lives at the lug o' the law!Here's freedom to him that wad read, Here's freedom to him that wad write!There's nane ever fe
- 162 CCXLI.O LAY THY LOOF IN MINE, La.s.s.Tune--"_Cordwainer's March._"[The air to which these verses were written, is commonly played at the Saturnalia of the shoemakers on King Crispin's day. Burns sent it to the Museum.]I.O lay thy loof in mine, la.s.s,
- 161 CCx.x.xVIII.MY NANNIE'S AWA.Tune--"_There'll never be peace._"[Clarinda, tradition avers, was the inspirer of this song, which the poet composed in December, 1794, for the work of Thomson. His thoughts were often in Edinburgh: on festive occasions, wh
- 160 HE.As songsters of the early year Are ilka day mair sweet to hear, So ilka day to me mair dear And charming is my Philly.SHE.As on the brier the budding rose Still richer breathes and fairer blows, So in my tender bosom grows The love I bear my w.i.l.l.y.
- 159 Air--"_Daintie Davie._"[Burns, despairing to fit some of the airs with such verses of original manufacture as Thomson required, for the English part of his collection, took the liberty of bestowing a Southron dress on some genuine Caledonian lyrics. The
- 158 III.How slow ye move, ye heavy hours; The joyless day how dreary!It was na sae ye glinted by, When I was wi' my dearie.For oh! her lanely nights are lang; And oh, her dreams are eerie; And oh, her widow'd heart is sair, That's absent frae her dearie.CC
- 157 We'll gae down by Cluden side, Thro' the hazels spreading wide, O'er the waves that sweetly glide To the moon sae clearly.III.Yonder Cluden's silent towers, Where at moons.h.i.+ne midnight hours, O'er the dewy bending flowers, Fairies dance so cheery
- 156 I.Oh, wert thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee: Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to
- 155 I ken they scorn my low estate, But that does never grieve me; But I'm as free as any he, Sma' siller will relieve me.I count my health my greatest wealth, Sae long as I'll enjoy it: I'll fear na scant, I'll bode nae want, As lang's I get employment
- 154 WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE.Air--"_The Sutor's Dochter._"[Composed, it is said, in honour of Janet Miller, of Dalswinton, mother to the present Earl of Marr, and then, and long after, one of the loveliest women in the south of Scotland.]I.Wilt thou be my de
- 153 CCXII. DELUDED SWAIN, THE PLEASURE. [To the air of the "Colliers dochter," Burns bids Thomson add the following old Baccha.n.a.l: it is slightly altered from a rather stiff original.] I. Deluded swain, the pleasure The fickle fair can give thee, Is but
- 152 CCIX.THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER.Tune--"_Fee him, father._"["I do not give these verses," says Burns to Thomson, "for any merit they have. I composed them at the time in which 'Patie Allan's mither died, about the back o' midnight,' and by the lee sid
- 151 Wha can fill a coward's grave?Wha sae base as be a slave!Let him turn and flee!IV.Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa', Let him follow me!V.By oppression's woes and pains!By our sons in ser
- 150 III.The rose-bud's the blush o' my charmer, Her sweet balmy lip when 'tis prest: How fair and how pure is the lily, But fairer and purer her breast.IV.Yon knot of gay flowers in the arbour, They ne'er wi' my Phillis can vie: Her breath is the breath
- 149 Tune--"Robin Adair."[Alexander Cunningham, on whose unfortunate love-adventure Burns composed this song for Thomson, was a jeweller in Edinburgh, well connected, and of agreeable and polished manners. The story of his faithless mistress was the talk of
- 148 CXCVIII.BONNIE JEAN.[Jean M'Murdo, the heroine of this song, the eldest daughter of John M'Murdo of Drumlanrig, was, both in merit and look, very worthy of so sweet a strain, and justified the poet from the charge made against him in the West, that his
- 147 III.The Miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving; The Laird did address her wi' matter mair moving, A fine pacing horse wi' a clear chained bridle, A whip by her side and a bonnie side-saddle.IV.O wae on the siller, it is sae prevailing; And wae on t
- 146 [Footnote 139: This second line was originally--"If love it may na be, Oh!"]CXCII.JESSIE.Tune--"_Bonnie Dundee._"[Jessie Staig, the eldest daughter of the provost of Dumfries, was the heroine of this song. She became a wife and a mother, but died earl
- 145 If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown; A thought ungentle canna be The thought o' Mary Morison.CLx.x.xIX.WANDERING WILLIE.[FIRST VERSION.][The idea of this song is taken from verses of the same name published by Herd: the heroin
- 144 He wooes his simple dearie; The silly bogles, wealth and state, Can never make them eerie.O why should Fate sic pleasure have, Life's dearest bands untwining?Or why sae sweet a flower as love Depend on Fortune's s.h.i.+ning?FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 138: "T
- 143 I.There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He's the king o' guid fellows and wale of auld men; He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine, And ae bonnie la.s.sie, his darling and mine.II.She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May; She
- 142 I.She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine.II.I never saw a fairer, I never lo'ed a dearer; And niest my heart I'll wear her, For fear my jewel tine.III.She is a winsome wee thing,
- 141 Yestreen I had a pint o' wine, A place where body saw na'; Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine The gowden locks of Anna.The hungry Jew in wilderness Rejoicing o'er his manna, Was naething to my hinny bliss Upon the lips of Anna.II.Ye monarchs tak the
- 140 CLXXIV.GLOOMY DECEMBER.Tune--"_Wandering Willie._"[These verses were, it is said, inspired by Clarinda, and must be taken as a record of his feelings at parting with one dear to him in the last moment of existence--the Mrs. Mac of many a toast, both in
- 139 The bannocks o' barley?CLXX.HEE BALOU.Tune--"_The Highland Balou._"["Published in the Musical Museum," says Sir Harris Nicolas, "but without the name of the author." It is an old strain, eked out and amended by Burns, and sent to the Museum in his
- 138 II.Trumpets sound, and cannons roar, Bonnie la.s.sie; Lowland la.s.sie; And a' the hills wi' echoes roar, Bonnie Lowland la.s.sie.Glory, honour, now invite, Bonnie la.s.sie, Lowland la.s.sie, For freedom and my king to fight, Bonnie Lowland la.s.sie.III
- 137 And doubly welcome be the spring, The season to my Lucy dear.III.The sun blinks blithe on yon town, And on yon bonnie braes of Ayr; But my delight in yon town, And dearest bliss, is Lucy fair.IV.Without my love, not a' the charms O' Paradise could yield
- 136 Her hair was like the links o' gowd, Her teeth were like the ivorie; Her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine, The la.s.s that made the bed to me.IX.Her bosom was the driven snaw, Twa drifted heaps sae fair to see; Her limbs the polish'd marble stane, The la
- 135 We'll hide the cooper behind the door, Behind the door, behind the door; We'll hide the cooper behind the door, And cover him under a mawn, O.CLVII.SOMEBODY.Tune--"_For the sake of somebody._"[Burns seems to have borrowed two or three lines of this ly
- 134 Gin a body meet a body Coming through the glen, Gin a body kiss a body-- Need the world ken?Jenny's a' wat, poor body; Jenny's seldom dry; She draiglet a' her petticoatie, Coming through the rye.CLIII.YOUNG JAMIE, PRIDE OF A' THE PLAIN.Tune--"_The c
- 133 O, my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: O, my luve's like the melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune.II.As fair art thou, my bonnie la.s.s, So deep in luve am I: And I will luve thee still, my dear, 'Till a' the seas gang dr
- 132 O, hand your tongue, my feirrie auld wife, O, haud your tongue, now Nansie, O!I've seen the day, and sae hae ye, Ye wadna been sae donsie, O!I've seen the day ye b.u.t.ter'd my brose, And cuddled me late and early, O!But downa do's come o'er me now,
- 131 My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream-- Flow gently, sweet Afton! disturb not her dream.CXLII.THE SMILING SPRING.Tune--"_The Bonnie Bell._"["Bonnie Bell," was first printed in the Museum: who the heroine was the poet has neglected to tell us, and
- 130 Her house sae bien, her curch sae clean, I wat she is a dainty chucky; And cheerlie blinks the ingle-gleed Of Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!Lady Onlie, honest Lucky, Brews good ale at sh.o.r.e o' Bucky I wish her sale for her gude ale, The best on a' the sh.
- 129 II.Ae day as the carle gaed up the lang glen, (Hey, and the rue grows bonnie wi' thyme), He met wi' the devil; says, "How do yow fen?"And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime.III."I've got a bad wife, sir; that's a' my complaint; (Hey, a
- 128 Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed, The spot they call'd it Link.u.m-doddie.Willie was a wabster guid, Cou'd stown a clue wi' onie bodie; He had a wife was dour and din, O Tinkler Madgie was her mither; Sic a wife as Willie had, I wad nae gie a b.u.t.ton for
- 127 ["Ye Jacobites by name," appeared for the first time in the Museum: it was sent in the handwriting of Burns.]I.Ye Jacobites by name, give and ear, give an ear; Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear; Ye Jacobites by name, Your fautes I will proclaim, Your do
- 126 III.I'll pu' the budding rose, When Phoebus peeps in view, For it's like a baumy kiss O' her sweet bonnie mou'; The hyacinth's for constancy, Wi' its unchanging blue-- And a' to be a posie To my ain dear May.IV.The lily it is pure, And the lily it
- 125 CXXIV.NITHSDALE'S WELCOME HAME.[These verses were written by Burns for the Museum: the Maxwells of Terreagles are the lineal descendants of the Earls of Nithsdale.]I.The n.o.ble Maxwells and their powers Are coming o'er the border, And they'll gae bigg
- 124 They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof, Tho' I mysel' hae plenty, Tam; But hear'st thou, laddie--there's my loof-- I'm thine at ane-and-twenty, Tam.An O, for ane-and-twenty, Tam!An hey, sweet ane-and-twenty, Tam!I'll learn my kin a rattlin' song, An I
- 123 I.O how shall I, unskilfu', try The poet's occupation, The tunefu' powers, in happy hours, That whispers inspiration?Even they maun dare an effort mair, Than aught they ever gave us, Or they rehea.r.s.e, in equal verse, The charms o' lovely Davies.Eac
- 122 CXV.THE BONNIE WEE THING.Tune--"_Bonnie wee thing._"["Composed," says the poet, "on my little idol, the charming, lovely Davies."]I.Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing, Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine, I wad wear thee in my bosom, Lest my jewel I sh
- 121 CXII.O SAW YE MY DEARIE.Tune--"_Eppie Macnab._"["Published in the Museum," says Sir Harris Nicolas, "without any name." Burns corrected some lines in the old song, which had more wit, he said, than decency, and added others, and sent his amended ver
- 120 CIX. BONNIE PEG. [A fourth verse makes the moon a witness to the endearments of these lovers; but that planet sees more indiscreet matters than it is right to describe.] I. As I came in by our gate end, As day was waxin weary, O wha came tripping down the
- 119 CV. WHAN I SLEEP I DREAM. [This presents another version of song LXV. Variations are to a poet what changes are in the thoughts of a painter, and speak of fertility of sentiment in both.] I. Whan I sleep I dream, Whan I wauk Im eerie, Sleep I canna get, F
- 118 I do confess thou art sae fair, I wad been o'er the lugs in love, Had I na found the slightest prayer That lips could speak thy heart could muve.I do confess thee sweet, but find Thou art sae thriftless o' thy sweets, Thy favours are the silly wind, Tha
- 117 Tune--"_Gudewife count the lawin._"[The air as well as words of this song were furnished to the Museum by Burns. "The chorus," he says, "is part of an old song."]I.Gane is the day, and mirk's the night, But we'll ne'er stray for fau't o' light,
- 116 Brightest climes shall mirk appear, Desert ilka blooming sh.o.r.e, Till the Fates, nae mair severe, Friends.h.i.+p, love, and peace restore; Till Revenge, wi' laurell'd head, Bring our banish'd hame again; And ilka loyal bonnie lad Cross the seas and w
- 115 I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen, A gate, I fear, I'll dearlie rue; I gat my death frae twa sweet een, Twa lovely een o' bonnie blue.'Twas not her golden ringlets bright; Her lips, like roses, wat wi' dew, Her heaving bosom, lily-white-- It was her een
- 114 Lx.x.xVIII.YOUNG JOCKEY.Tune--"_Young Jockey._"[With the exception of three or four lines, this song, though marked in the Museum as an old song with additions, is the work of Burns. He often seems to have sat down to amend or modify old verses, and fou
- 113 [This sublime and affecting Ode was composed by Burns in one of his fits of melancholy, on the anniversary of Highland Mary's death. All the day he had been thoughtful, and at evening he went out, threw himself down by the side of one of his corn-ricks,
- 112 Lx.x.xII.CA' THE EWES.Tune--"_Ca' the ewes to the knowes._"[Most of this sweet pastoral is of other days: Burns made several emendations, and added the concluding verse. He afterwards, it will be observed, wrote for Thomson a second version of the sub
- 111 And his clear siller buckles they dazzle us a'.II.For beauty and fortune The laddie's been courtin'; Weel-featured, weel-tocher'd, weel-mounted and braw; But chiefly the siller, That gars him gang till her, The pennie's the jewel that beautifies a'.
- 110 LXXV.OF A' THE AIRTS THE WIND CAN BLAW Tune--"_Miss Admiral Gordon's Strathspey._"[b.u.ms wrote this charming song in honour of Joan Armour: he archly says in his notes, "P.S. it was during the honeymoon." Other versions are abroad; this one is from
- 109 CHORUS.Jamie, come try me, Jamie, come try me; If thou would win my love, Jamie, come try me.I.If thou should ask my love, Could I deny thee?If thou would win my love, Jamie, come try me.II.If thou should kiss me, love, Wha could espy thee?If thou wad be
- 108 When rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay green-spreading bowers, Then busy, busy are his hours-- The gard'ner wi' his paidle The crystal waters gently fa'; The merry birds are lovers a'; The scented breezes round him blaw-- The gard'ner w
- 107 I wad gie a' Knockhaspie's land For Highland Harry back again.LXIV.THE TAILOR.Tune--"_The Tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles an' a'._"[The second and fourth verses are by Burns, the rest is very old, the air is also very old, and is played at trad
- 106 LX.BRAVING ANGRY WINTER'S STORMS.Tune--"_Neil Gow's Lamentations for Abercairny._"["This song," says the poet, "I composed on one of the most accomplished of women, Miss Peggy Chalmers that was, now Mrs. Lewis Hay, of Forbes and Co.'s bank, Edinbu
- 105 For a' his meal and a' his maut, For a' his fresh beef and his saut, For a' his gold and white monie, An auld man shall never daunton me.III.His gear may buy him kye and yowes, His gear may buy him glens and knowes; But me he shall not buy nor fee, Fo
- 104 II. When I think on the happy days I spent wi you, my dearie, And now what lands between us lie, How can I but be eerie! And now what lands between us lie, How can I be but eerie! III. How slow ye move, ye heavy hours, As ye were wae and weary! It was na
- 103 I.The ploughman he's a bonnie lad, His mind is ever true, jo, His garters knit below his knee, His bonnet it is blue, jo.Then up wi' him my ploughman lad, And hey my merry ploughman!Of a' the trades that I do ken, Commend me to the ploughman.II.My plou
- 102 A man may drink and no be drunk; A man may fight and no be slain; A man may kiss a bonnie la.s.s, And ay be welcome back again.XLVII.THENIEL MENZIES' BONNIE MARY.Tune.--"_The Ruffian's Rant._"[Burns, it is believed, wrote this song during his first Hi
- 101 UP IN THE MORNING EARLY Tune--"_Cold blows the wind._"["The chorus of this song," says the poet, in his notes on the Scottish Lyrics, "is old, the two stanzas are mine." The air is ancient, and was a favourite of Mary Stuart, the queen of William th
- 100 Tune-"_An Gille dubh ciar dhubh._"[The air of this song was picked up by the poet in one of his northern tours: his Highland excursions coloured many of his lyric compositions.]I.Stay, my charmer, can you leave me?Cruel, cruel, to deceive me!Well you kn
- 99 I.Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays; Come let us spend the lightsome days In the birks of Aberfeldy.II.The little birdies blithely sing, While o'er their heads the hazels hing, Or lightly flit on wanton wing In the
- 98 II.My blessin's upon thy sweet wee lippie, My blessin's upon thy bonnie e'e brie!Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie, Thou's ay the dearer and dearer to me!But I'll big a bower on yon bonnie banks, Where Tay rins wimplin' by sae clear; A
- 97 I.Powers celestial! whose protection Ever guards the virtuous fair, While in distant climes I wander, Let my Mary be your care: Let her form sae fair and faultless, Fair and faultless as your own, Let my Mary's kindred spirit Draw your choicest influence
- 96 Oft have I met your social band, And spent the cheerful, festive night; Oft honour'd with supreme command, Presided o'er the sons of light: And by that hieroglyphic bright, Which none but craftsmen ever saw!Strong mem'ry on my heart shall write Those h
- 95 A boding voice is in mine ear, We part to meet no more!The latest throb that leaves my heart, While death stands victor by, That throb, Eliza, is thy part, And thine that latest sigh!XXV.THE SONS OF OLD KILLIE.Tune--"_Shawnboy."_ ["This song, wrote by
- 94 XXII.YOUNG PEGGY.Tune--"_Last time I cam o'er the muir._"[In these verses Burns, it is said, bade farewell to one on whom he had, according to his own account, wasted eights months of courts.h.i.+p.We hear no more of Montgomery's Peggy.]I.Young Peggy