While ilka thing in nature join The trout within yon wimpling burn And safe beneath the shady thorn My life was ance that careless stream, The little floweret's peaceful lot, Was mine; till love has o'er me past, And now beneath the withering blast The waken'd lav'rock' warbling springs, O' witching love, in luckless hour, Oh had my fate been Greenland snows, Wi' man and nature leagued my foes, So Peggy ne'er I'd known! The wretch whase doom is, "Hope nae mair!" What tongue his woes can tell? Within whase bosom, save despair, Nae kinder spirits dwell. 1 Meandering.-2 Lark.-3 Heeded. CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES. The chorus of this song is old. "The music," says Burns, in his Remarks cr Scottish Songs and Ballads (Reliques), “is in the true Scotch taste." We'll gae down by Clouden side, Yonder Clouden's silent towers, Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear; Nocht' of ill may come thee near, Ca' the yowes, &c. Fair and lovely as thou art, My bonnie dearie. Ca' the yowes, &c. While waters wimple to the sea; Ewes.-2 Small hillocks.-3 Thrush.-4 The river Clouden, a tributary stream to the Nith.-5 Folding.-6 Go.-7 Naught.-8 Sky. BONNIE MARY. In the notes to "Johnson's Museum," Burns claims all this song as his composi tion, except the first four lines. It is written to the old melody, "The Silver Tas sie." The air is Oswald's. Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie;' A service to my bonnie lassie. Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the ferry; The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The battle closes thick and bloody. WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE? TUNE-The Sutor's Dochter. WILT thou be my dearie? When sorrow rings thy gentle heart, By the treasure of my soul, Only thou, I swear and vow, Lassie, say thou lo'es me; Say na thou 'lt refuse me: 1 Cup, Thou for thine may choose me- WHISTLE OWRE THE LAVE O 'T. First published in the Reliques, from a copy communicated to the editor by Mrs. Burns. TUNE-When more is meant than meets the ear. FIRST When Maggie was my care, How we live, my Meg and me, WHA IS THAT AT MY BOWER DOOR? The idea of this song is taken from the "Auld Man's best Argument" of Allan Ramsay, beginning "Oh wha's that at my chamber door? Fair widow, are ye waukin' ?" WHA is that at my bower door? Then gae your gate, ye 'se nae be here: 1 Ask no more.-2 Over the rest of it.-3 Way. What make ye sae like a thief? If I rise and let you in- Ye'll keep me waukin" wi' your din ;2 I dread ye 'll learn the gate3 again— Ye maun conceal till your last hour; HONEST POVERTY. "A great critic (Dr. Aiken) on song says, that love and wine are the exclusive themes for song writing. The following is on neither subject, and consequently is no song; but will be allowed to be, I think, two or three pretty good prose thoughts inverted into rhyme." In this manner Burns speaks of this witty, clever, masculine song. TUNE-For a' that and a' that. Is there, for honest poverty, Wha hangs his head, and a' that? Our toils obscure, and a' that, 1 Awake.-2 Noise.-3 Road.-4 Gold.-5 Humble. |