O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin, Some rade upo' horse, some ran a fit, Mean time far hind out o'er the lea, snug in a glen, where nane cou'd see, The twa, with kindly sport and glee, Cut frae a new cheese a whang: The priving was good, it pleas'd them baith, O kend my minny I were wi' you, My dear, quo' he, ye're yet o'er young, To follow me frae town to town, Wï' cauk and keel I'll win your bread, To carry the Gaberlunzie-O. I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee, MY BONNIE MARY. THIS air is Oswald's; the first half-stanza of the song is old, the rest mine.* Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, An' fill it in a silver tassie; A service to my bonnie lassie; Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the ferry; * This song, which Burns here acknowledges to be his own, was first introduced by him in a letter to Mrs. Dunlop, as two old stanzas. The ship rides by the Berwick-law, The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The battle closes thick and bloody; THE BLACK EAGLE. THIS song is by Dr. Fordyce, whose merits as a prose writer are well known. JAMIE COME TRY ME. THIS air is Oswald's; the song mine. THE LAZY MIST. THIS song is mine. The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill, The forests are leafless, the meadows are brown, How quick time is flying, how keen fate pursues. How long I have liv'd-but how much liv'd in vain ; How foolish, or worse, till our summit is gain'd! And downward, how weaken'd, how darken'd, how pain'd! Life is not worth having, with all it can give ; For something beyond it poor man sure must live. JOHNIE COPE. THIS satirical song was composed to commemorate General Cope's defeat at Preston Pans, in 1745, when he marched against the Clans. The air was the tune of an old song, of which I have heard some verses, but now only remember the title, which was, Will ye go to the coals in the morning, Tune-FY TO THE HILLS IN THE MORNING. Cope sent a challenge from Dunbar, Charlie look'd the letter upon, He drew his sword his scabbard from, My merry men, come follow me, |