And a' the day to sit in dool, Ye sall get gowns and ribbons meet, I'se gang If ye'll but stand to what ye've said, And Ca' the ewes, &c. While waters wimple to the sea; Ca' the ewes, &c. Mrs. Burns informed the Editor that the last verse of this song was written by Burns. LOUIS, WHAT RECK I BY THEE. THESE words are mine. Louis, what reck I by thee, Let her crown my love her law, 66 LADIE MARY ANN. THE starting verse should be restored: Lady Mary Ann gaed out o' her bower, An' she found a bonnie rose new i' the flower; As she kiss'd its ruddy lips drapping wi' dew, Quo' she, ye're nae sae sweet as my Charlie's mou." LADIE MARY ANN. O LADY MARY ANN looks o'er the castle wa', "O father, O father, an' ye think it fit, Lady Mary Ann was a flower in the dew, Young Charlie Cochran was the sprout of an aik, And it will be the brag o' the forest yet. The simmer is gane, when the leaves they were green; And the days are awa that we hae seen; But far better days, I trust, will come again, For my bonnie laddie's young, but he's growin' yet. WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT. THIS air is Masterton's; the song mine.-The occasion of it was this:-Mr. Wm. Nicol, of the High School, Edinburgh, during the autumn vacation, being at Moffat, honest Allan, who was at that time on a visit to Dalswinton, and I went to pay Nicol a visit. We had such a joyous meeting, that Mr. Masterton and 1 agreed, each in our own way, that we should celebrate the business. O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, We are na fou, we're na that four, The cock may craw, the day may daw, And ay we'll taste the barley bree. Here are we met, three merry boys, Three merry boys I trow are we; It is the moon, I ken her horn, She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, Wha first shall rise to gang awa', "Willie, who brew'd a peck o' maut,' was Mr. William Nicol; and Rob and Allan were our Poet and his friend Allan Masterton. This meeting took place at LAGGAN, a farm purchased by Mr. Nicol, in Nithsdale, on the recommendation of Burns. These three honest fellows-all men of uncommon talents, are now all under the turf. (1799)." |