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O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin,
The wearifu' Gaberlunzie-man.
she curs’d and she ban'd.
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 :
My winsome Gaberlunzie-man.
O kend my minny I were wi' you,
After the Gaberlunzie-man.
And carry the Gaberlunzie on.
Wi' cauk and keel I'll win your bread,
To carry the Gaberlunzie-O.
While we shall be merry and sing.
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 glittering spears are ranked ready;
The battle closes thick and bloody;
Wad make me langer wish to tarry;
It's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary.
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,
How long I have liv’d—but how much liv'd in vain ;
pain'd! Life is not worth having, with all it can give ; For something beyond it poor man sure must live.
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,
My merry men, come follow me,