The deed that I dared, could it merit their malice, A king and a father to place on his throne? SONG OF DEATH. Tune-"Oran an Doig." ["I have just finished the following song," says Burns to Mrs. Dunlop, "which to a lady, the descendant of Wallace, and herself the mother of several soldiers, needs neither preface nor apology."] Scene-A field of battle. Time of the day, evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the following song: FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, Farewell loves and friendships, ye dear tender ties Our race of existence is run! Thou grim king of terrors, thou life's gloomy foe! Go, teach them to tremble, fell tyrant! but know, Thou strik'st the dull peasant-he sinks in the dark, Thou strik'st the young hero-a glorious mark! In the field of proud honour-our swords in our hands, While victory shines on life's last ebbing sands, FLOW GENTLY, SWEET AFTON. Tune-"Afton Water." [The scenes on Afton Water are beautiful, and the poet felt them, as well as the generous kindness of his earliest patroness, Mrs. General Stewart, of Afton-lodge, when he wrote this sweet pastoral.] FLOW gently, sweet Afton! among thy green braes, Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds thro' the glen; How lofty, sweet Afton! thy neighbouring hills, How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, Flow gently, sweet Afton! among thy green braes, THE SMILING SPRING. Tune-"The Bonnie Bell." ["Bonnie Bell." was first printed in the Museum: who the heroine was the poet has neglected to tell us, and it is a pity.] THE smiling Spring comes in rejoicing, And surly Winter grimly flies; Now crystal clear are the falling waters, And bonnie blue are the sunny skies; Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning, The evening gilds the ocean's swell; The flowery Spring leads sunny Summer, THE CARLES OF DYSART. Tune-" Hey ca' thro'." [Communicated to the Museum by Burns in his own handwriting: part of it is his com position, and some believe the whole.] Up wi' the carles o' Dysart, And the lads o' Buckhaven, Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro', For we hae mickle ado. We hae tales to tell, And we hae sangs to sing; And we hae pints to bring. We'll live a' our days, And them that come behin', Let them do the like, And spend the gear they win. Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro', For we hae mickle ado, Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro', For we hae mickle ado. THE GALLANT WEAVER. Tune-"The Weavers' March." [Sent by the poet to the Museum. Neither tradition nor criticism has noticed it, but the song is popular among the looms, in the west of Scotland.] WHERE Cart rins rowin to the sea, By mony a flow'r and spreading tree, He is a gallant weaver. Oh, I had wooers aught or nine, My daddie sign'd my tocher-band, While corn grows green in simmer showers, THE BAIRNS GAT OUT. Tune-"The deuks dang o'er my daddie.” [Burns found some of the sentiments and a few of the words of this song in a strain, rather rough and homespun, of Scotland's elder day. He communicated it to the Museum.] THE bairns gat out wi' an unco shout, An' he paidles late an' early, O! This seven lang years I hae lien by his side, O, haud your tongue, my feirie auld wife, Ye wadna been sae donsie, O! I've seen the day ye butter'd my brose, And cuddled me late and early, O! SHE'S FAIR AND FAUSE. Tune-"She's fair and fause." [One of the happiest as well as the most sarcastic of the songs of the North: the air is almost as happy as the words.] SHE'S fair and fause that causes my smart, I lo'ed her meikle and lang; She's broken her vow, she's broken my heart, A coof cam in wi' routh o' gear, Sae let the bonnie lass gang. |