sadly The birdies dowie moaning, Shall a' be blithely singing, RAVING WINDS AROUND HER BLOWING. TUNE- Macgregor of Ruara's Lament. "I composed these verses on Miss Isabella M'Leod of Raasay, alluding to her feelings on the death of her sister, and the still more melancholy death (1786) of her sister's husband, the late Earl of Loudon, who shot himself out of sheer heart-break at some mortifications he suffered owing to the deranged state of his finances." - B. RAVING winds around her blowing, "Farewell hours that late did measure "O'er the past too fondly wandering, MUSING ON THE ROARING OCEAN. TUNE- Druimion Dubh. "I composed these verses out of compliment to a Mrs. Maclachlan, whose husband is an officer in the East Indies."- B. MUSING on the roaring ocean, Hope and Fear's alternate billow Ye whom sorrow never wounded, Gentle Night, do thou befriend me, Spirits kind, again attend me, Talk of him that's far awa'! BONNY PEGGY ALISON. TUNE- Braes o' Balquhidder. CHORUS. I'LL kiss thee yet, yet, And I'll kiss thee o'er again, And I'll kiss thee yet, yet, My bonny Peggy Alison! Ilk care and fear, when thou art near, throne Are no sae blest as I am, O! newly-gained When in my arms, wi' a' thy charms, I seek nae mair o' heaven to share And by thy e'en, sae bonny blue, TO CLARINDA WITH A PRESENT OF A PAIR OF DHINKING-GLASSES. FAIR Empress of the Poet's soul, And Queen of Poetesses, Clarinda, take this little boon, This humble pair of glasses. And fill them high with generous juice, And pledge me in the generous toast 1 Mr. William Douglas, whose expiscation of the mysterious ory of Highland Mary entitles him to be heard with respect on any subject connected with Burns, ia strongly of opinion that both Mary Morison and Bonny Peggy Alison refer to Ellison Begbie, the poet's early sweetheart, whose rejection of him just before his going to Irvine caused him so much discomfiture during that period of his life "To those who love us!". -second fill; But not to those whom we love; Lest we love those who love not us! A third" To thee and me, love!" THE CHEVALIER'S LAMENT. TUNE-Captain O'Kean. THE small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear through the vale; The hawthorn-trees blow in the dew of the morning, And wild scattered cowslips bedeck the green dale: But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair, While the lingering moments are numbered by care? No flowers gaily springing, nor birds sweetly singing, Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless despair. |