aoderate-minded men lament his own subordination of judgment to spleen. WHAT dost thou in that mansion fair? Flit, Galloway, and find Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave, The picture of thy mind! No Stewart art thou, Galloway, BRIGHT ran thy line, O Galloway, On being informed [misinformed?] that the Earl threatened him with his resentment. SPARE me thy vengeance, Galloway, In quiet let me live: I ask no kindness at thy hand, OLD SONGS, IMPROVED BY BURNS FROM JOHNSON'S MUSEUM. O WHARE DID YOU GET? TUNE- Bonny Dundee. The air of Bonny Dundee appears in the Skene MS., of date circa 1620. The tune seems to have existed at even an earlier period, as there is a song to it amongst those which were written by the English to disparage the Scottish followers by whom James VI. was attended on his arrival in the south. The first of the following verses is from an old homely ditty, the second only being the composition of Burns. O WHARE did you get that hauver meal oatmeal O silly blind body, O dinna ye see? I gat it frae a brisk young sodger laddie, Between St. Johnston and bonny Dundee. O gin I saw the laddie that gae me't! Aft has he doudled me upon his knee; May Heaven protect my bonny Scots laddie, And send him safe hame o his babie and me dandled My blessin's upon thy sweet wee lippie, My blessin's upon thy bonny e'e-bree! Thy smiles are sae like my blithe sodger laddie, Thou's aye the dearer and dearer to me! But I'll big a bower on yon bonny banks, Where Tay rins wimplin' by sae clear; winding And I'll cleed thee in the tartan sae fine, And mak thee a man like thy daddie dear. I AM MY MAMMY'S AE BAIRN. TUNE-I'm oure young to Marry yet. I AM my mammy's ae bairn, strange And if I gang to your house, I'm owre young to marry yet; am afraid To tak me frae my mammy yet. Hallowmas is come and gane, The nights are lang in winter, sir; Fu' loud and shrill the frosty wind Blaws through the leafless timmer, sir; But if ye come this gate again, I'll aulder be gin simmer, sir. towards UP IN THE MORNING EARLY. TUNE- Cold blows the Wind. Written on the basis of an old song, the chorus of which is here preserved. CHORUS. UP in the morning's no for me, Up in the morning early; When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw, Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west, Sae loud and shrill I hear the blast, The birds sit chittering in the thorn, THERE WAS A LASS. TUNE-Duncan Davison. THERE was a lass, they ca'd her Meg, They ca'd him Duncan Davison. The moor was dreigh, and Meg was tedious skeigh, Her favour Duncan could na win; For wi' the rock she wad him knock, timorous And aye she took the temper-pin. regulating pin As o'er the moor they lightly foor, A burn was clear, a glen was green, Upon the banks they eased their shanks, And aye she set the wheel between: But Duncan swore a haly aith, That Meg should be a bride the morn, Then Meg took up her spinnin' graith, And flang them a' out o'er the burn. We'll big a house a wee, wee house, Sae blithe and merry we will be went gear |