The merry ploughboy cheers his team, A dream of ane that never wauks. The wanton coot1 the water skims, 2 The sheep-herd steeks his faulding slap, And maun I still, &c. And when the lark, 'tween light and dark, Come Winter, with thine angry howl, And maun I still on Menie doat, And bear the scorn that's in her e'e? For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk, An' it winna let a body be. HIGHLAND MARY. TUNE-"KATHARINE OGIE." YE banks, and braes, and streams around Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, 3 Trembling. 1 Water-fowl. 2 Shuts the gate of the fold. 4 The foregoing song pleases myself; I think it is in my happiest manner. You will see at first glance that it suits the air. The subject of the song is one of the most interesting passages of my youthful days; and I own that I should be much flattered to see the verses set to an air which would ensure celebrity. Perhaps, after all, 'tis the still growing prejudice of my heart that throws a borrowed lustre over the merits of the composition.-R. B. 5 Muddy. AULD LANG SYNE. There simmer first unfald her robes, How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, For dear to me, as light and life, Wi' monie a vow, and lock'd embrace, Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, And closed for aye the sparkling glance, AULD LANG SYNE.1 SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, For auld lang syne. 1 An old song into which Burns threw some of his own fire. We twa hae run about the braes, But we've wandered mony a weary foot We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, But seas between us braid hae roar'd And here's a hand, my trusty fiere,1 And we'll tak a right guid willie-waught,2 For auld, &c. And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp, BANNOCKBURN.4 ROBERT BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY. TUNE-"HEY TUTTIE, TAITIE." SCOTS, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Or to glorious victorie. 1 Friend. 2 Draught. 3 Your meeting, which you so well describe, with your old schoolfellow and friend, was truly interesting. Out upon the ways of the world! They spoil these "social offsprings of the heart." Two veterans of the "men of the world" would have met with little more heart-workings than two old hacks worn out on the road. Apropos, is not the Scotch phrase, "Auld lang syne," exceedingly expressive? There is an old song and tune which ha often thrilled through my soul; I shall give you the verses in the other sheet. Light be the turf on the breast of the heaven-inspired poet who composed this glorious fragment!-To Mrs. Dunlop, Dec. 17, 1788; and to Mr. Thomson, September, 1793 :--The air is but mediocre; but the following song, the old song of the olden times, and which has never been in print, nor even in manuscript, until I took it down from an old man's singing, is enough to recommend any air. 4 A friend had got a grey Highland shelty" for Burns, and he made a little excursion on it into Galloway. He was particularly struck with the scenery round Kenmore. From that place he and his companion took the Moorroad to Gatehouse, the dreary country being lighted up by frequent gleams Now's the day, and now's the hour; See approach proud Edward's pow'r- Wha will be a traitor knave ? Traitor! coward! turn and flee ? Wha for Scotland's King and law By Oppression's woes and pains! Lay the proud usurpers low! Forward let us do, or die!1 THE GALLANT WEAVER. TUNE "THE AULD WIFE AYONT THE FIRE." WHERE Cart rins rowin2 to the sea, of a thunderstorm, which soon poured down a flood of rain. Burns spoke not a word. "What do you think he was about ?" asked his fellowtraveller, relating the adventure. "He was charging the English army along with Bruce at Bannockburn. He was engaged in the same manner on our ride home from St. Mary's Isle. I did not disturb him. Next day he produced the following address of Bruce to his troops."-Mr. SYME, quoted by Currie, i. 211. 1 Independent of my enthusiasm as a Scotchman, I have rarely met with anything in history which interests my feelings as a man equal with the story of Bannockburn. On the one hand, a cruel but able usurper leading on the finest army in Europe to extinguish the last spark of freedom among a greatly daring and greatly-injured people; on the other hand, the desperate relics of a gallant nation, devoting themselves to rescue their bleeding country, or to perish with her.-BURNS to Earl of Buchan, Jan. 12, 1794. 2 Rolling. Oh, I had wooers aught or nine, My daddie sign'd my tocher-band,' While birds rejoice in leafy bowers: SONG. ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire, Yet in thy presence, lovely fair, FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT. Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that? Our toils obscure, and a' that; What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, 1 Marriage bond. 2 Coarse woollen cloth. |