For you sae douse, ye sneer at this, He dearly lov'd the lasses, O. Green grow, &c. Auld Nature swears, the lovely Dears [This (leaving out the absurd chorus) is a very exquisite production, and seems to point to the period when The Lament, Despondency, and Ode to Ruin were composed. The similarity between the sixth verse and a well-known passage in the Mountain-Daisy is very noticeable; and a like similarity between the two closing lines of the preceding verse and a passage in Gray's Elegy is also apparent:"One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill." AGAIN rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues, CHORUS. † And maun I still on Menie‡ doat, And bear the scorn that's in her e'e! For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk, * In 1794, the author changed this to "warl' e'er saw." This Chorus is part of a song composed by a gentleman in Edinburgh, a particular friend of the Author's.-(R. B. 1787.) Menie is the common abbreviation of Mariamne.-(R. B. 1787.) This, beyond all the songs of Burns, is spoiled by the chorus; and the best of it is, he tells us that the chorus is not his own, but put in to gratify a friend. In vain to me the cowslips blaw, And maun I still, &c. The merry Ploughboy cheers his team, A dream of ane that never wauks. And maun I still, &c. The wanton coot the water skims, The stately swan majestic swims, And maun I still, &c. The Sheep-herd steeks his faulding slap, I meet him on the dewy hill. And maun I still, &c. And when the lark, 'tween light and dark, Come Winter, with thine angry howl, And maun I still on Menie doat, And bear the scorn that's in her e'e! SONG. TUNE-Roslin Castle. [Professor Walker, who was introduced to Burns in Edinburgh shortly after his arrival there, at the close of the year 1786, says, "I requested him to communicate some of his unpublished poems, and he recited his farewell song to the Banks of Ayr, introducing it with a description of the circumstances in which it had been composed, more striking than the poem itself. He had left Dr. Lawrie's family, after a visit which he expected to be the last, and on his way home had to cross a wide stretch of solitary moor. His mind was strongly affected by parting for ever with a scene where he had tasted so much elegant and social pleasure; and, depressed by the contrasted gloom of his prospects, the aspect of nature harmonized with his feelings. It was a lowering and heavy evening in the end of autumn: the wind was up, and whistled through the rushes and long spear-grass, which bent before it: the clouds were driving across the sky; and cold, pelting showers at intervals, added discomfort of body to cheerlessness of mind. Under these circumstances, and in this frame of mind, Burns composed his poem."] THE gloomy night is gath'ring fast, The Autumn mourns her rip'ning corn 'Tis not the surging billows roar, But round my heart the ties are bound, I Farewell, old Coila's hills and dales, Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! SONG. TUNE-Prepare, my dear brethren, to the tavern let's fly, &c. [This is not a happy production, although, doubtless, it would pass very well among his youthful companions at Tarbolton, when the table was in a roar, after a Lodge Meeting. It looks more like an attempted imitation of an English song, than a spontaneous burst of the author's genius. He tells us that a Collection of English Songs was his vade mecum wherever he went, and in a standard Collection, dating from the year 1751, called "Yair's Charmer," we find (at page 293, Vol. I.) a song which very likely was in Burns' eye as a model. We also see a trace of the same model in one of the last songs he ever composed-the one beginning, "Awa' wi' your witchcraft." Take the following sample: "My Chloe had dimples and smiles I must own, Did you e'er see a frown in a bumper of wine? Her lilies and roses were just in their prime, She, too, might have poison'd the joy of my life No Churchman am I for to rail and to write, The Peer I don't envy, I give him his bow; But a club of good fellows, like those that are there, Here passes the Squire on his brother-his horse; The wife of my bosom, alas! she did die; I once was persuaded a venture to make; 'Life's cares they are comforts'*- -a maxim laid down A Stanza added in a Mason Lodge: Then fill up a bumper and make it o'erflow, * Young's Night Thoughts.-(R. B. 1787.) † Altered, in 1794, to "harassed.' THE FOREGOING SONG CLOSES THE LIST OF PIECES ADDED IN THE AUTHOR'S SECOND EDITION. |