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This air is Oswald's: the song I made out of compliment to Mrs. Burns.

O were I on Parnassus' hill,
Or had o' Helicon my fill;
That I might catch poetic skill,
To sing how dear I love thee.
But Nith maun be my Muses well,
My Muse maun be thy bonie sell;
On Corsincon I'll glow'r and spell,

And write how dear I love thee,

Then come, sweet Muse, inspire my lay!
For a' the lee-lang simmer's day,
I coudna sing, I coudna say,
How much, how dear, I love thee.
I see thee dancing o'er the green,
Thy waist sae jimp, thy limbs sae clean,
Thy tempting lips, thy roguish een-

By heaven and earth I love thee !

By night, by day, a field, at hame,
The thoughts o' thee my breast inflame;




I muse and sing thy name,
I only live to love thee!
Tho’I were doom'd to wander on,
Beyond the sea, beyond the sun,

sand was run;
"Till then, and then I love thee!


This air is called Robie-donna Gorach.


This air is claimed by Neil Gow, who calls it his lament for his brother. The first half-stanza of the song is old; the rest is mine.*

* In a memorandum book, in the Editor's possession, he found the venerable portrait of this national musician thus drawn by Burns, with his usual characteristic strength and expression. - A short, stout-built, honest highland figure, with his gray


There's a youth in this city, it were a great pity

That he from our lasses should wander awa ; For he's bonie and braw, weel-favour'd with a',

And his hair has a natural buckle and a'.

ish hair shed on his honest social brow ;-an interesting face,
marking strong sense, kind open-heartedness, mixed with un-
mistrusting simplicity.” The author of the Sabbath has also pub-
lished tributary verses to his memory, that possess a tender sim-
plicity, of which the subject is highly worthy.
" The blythe Strathspey springs up, reminding some

Of nights when Gow's old arm, (nor old the tale,)
Unceasing, save when reeking cans went round,
Made heart and heel leap light as bounding roe.
Alas! no more shall we behold that look
So venerable, yet so blent with mirth,
And festive joy sedate; that ancient garb
Unvaried, -tartan hose, and bonnet blue!
No more shall Beauty's partial eye draw forth
The full intoxication of his strain,
Mellifluous, strong, exuberantly rich !
No more, amid the pauses of the dance,
Shall he repeat those measures, that in days
Of other years, could soothe a falling prince,
And light his visage with a transient smile
Of melancholy joy,-like autumn sun
Gilding a sere tree with a passing beam!
Or play to sportive children on the green
Dancing at gloamin hour; on willing cheer
With strains anbought, the shepherd's bridal-day !"

British Georgics, p. 81.
* Neil Gow was born in Strathbrand, Perthshire, in the year


His coat is the hue of his bonnet sąe blue;

His fecket* is white as the new-driven snaw; His hose they are blae, and his shoon like the slae, And his clear siller buckles they dazzle us a.'

His coat is the hue, 8c.

1727. He died at Inver, near Dunkeld, on the 1st of March, 1807. In private life he was distinguished by a sound and vigorous understanding, by a singularly acute penetration into the character of those, both in the higher and lower spheres of society, with whom he had intercourse; and by the conciliating and appropriate accommodation of his remarks and replies, to the peculiarities of their station and temper. In these he often shewed a high degree of forcible humour, strong sense and knowledge of the world, and proved himself to have at once a mind naturally sagacious, and a very attentive and discriminating habit of observation. But his most honourable praise is to be drawn from a view of his character, which was not so obvious to the public. His moral and religious principles were originally correct, rational, and heartfelt, and they were never corrupted. His duty in the domestic relations of life, he uniformly fulfilled with exemplary fidelity, generosity, and kindness. In short, by the general integrity, prudence, and propriety of his conduct, he deserved, and he lived and died possessing, as large a portion of respect from his equals, and of good will from his superiors, as has ever fallen to the lot of any man of his rank.

“ Though he had raised himself to independent and affluent circumstances in his old age, he continued free of every appear


the An under-waistcoat with sleeves.

For beauty and fortune the laddie's been courtin ; Weel-featurd, 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'.-There's Meg wi' the mailin, that fain wad a haen

him, And Susy whase daddy was Laird o'the ha'; There's lang-tocher'd Nancy maist fetters his fancy,

- But the laddie's dear sel he lo'es dearest of a'.

ance of vanity or ostentation. He retained to the last, the same plain and unassuming simplicity in his carriage, his dress, and his manners, which he had observed in his early and more obscure years. His figure was vigorous and manly; and the expression of his conntenance spirited and intelligent. His whole appéarance, indeed, exhibited so characteristic a model of what national partiality conceives a Scottish bighlander to be, that his portrait has been repeatedly copied. An admirable likeness of him was painted a few years ago, for the Hon. Mr. Maule of Panmure, M.P. for Forfarshire, by Mr. Raeburn: and he has been introduced into the View of a Highland Wedding, by the late ingenious Mr. Allan, to whom he was requested to sit for the purpose."


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