If thou hast met this fair one,—
When frae her thou hast parted,
If every other fair one,

But her, thou hast deserted,
And thou art broken-hearted;
O that's the lassie, &c.

O THAT I HAD NE'ER BEEN MARRIED.+

O THAT I had ne'er been married,
I wad never had nae care;
Now I've gotten wife and bairns,
An' they cry crowdie ever mair.
Ance crowdie, twice crowdie,
Three times crowdie in a day;
Gin
ye crowdie ony mair,

Ye'll crowdie a' my meal away.

Waefu' want and hunger fley me,
Glowrin by the hallan en';

Sair I fecht them at the door,

But

ay I'm eerie they come ben.
Ance crowdie, &c.

+ This song, which is not included in Mr. Cunningham's elaborate edition, occurs in the Musical Museum, p. 613. It is there said to be "corrected by R. Burns ;" the last verse is supposed to have been added by him.

THERE'S NEWS, LASSES.‡

THERE'S news, lasses, news,

Gude news I've to tell,
There's a boat fu' o' lads

Come to our town to sell.

The wean wants a cradle,

An' the cradle wants a cod,
An' I'll no gang to my bed
Until I get a nod.

Father, quo' she, Mither, quo' she,

This song is also copied from the Musical Museum, p. 609, because it is said to have been written for that work by Burns.

SCROGGAM.†

THERE was a wife wonn'd in Cockpen,
Scroggam ;

She brew'd gude ale for gentlemen,
Sing auld Cowl, lay you down by me,
Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.

The gudewife's dochter fell in a fever,
Scroggam ;

The priest o' the parish fell in anither,
Sing auld Cowl, lay you down by me,
Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.

They laid the twa i' the bed thegither,
Scroggam ;

That the heat o' the tane might cool the tither,
Sing auld Cowl, lay you down by me,
Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.

+ This song is inserted from the Musical Museum, p. 558, where it is said to have been written for that work by Burns.

FRAE THE FRIENDS AND LAND I LOVE.‡

FRAE the friends and land I love,

Driven by Fortune's felly spite,

Frae my best belov❜d I rove,
Never mair to taste delight.
Never mair maun hope to find

Ease frae toil, relief frae care,
When remembrance wrecks the mind,
Pleasures but unveil despair.

Brightest climes shall mirk appear,
Desart ilka blooming shore;
Till the Fates, nae mair severe,
Friendship, love, and peace restore.
Till revenge, wi' laurell'd head

Bring our banished hame again;
And ilk loyal, bonie lad

Cross the seas and win his ain.

Printed in the Musical Museum, p. 312, without the name of the author: and Burns says, "I added the four last lines by way of giving a turn to the theme of the poem such as it is.'"

THE TEARS I SHED.t

THE tears I shed must ever fall,
I mourn not for an absent swain,
For thought may past delights recall,
And parted lovers meet again.
I weep not for the silent dead,

Their toils are past, their sorrows o'er, And those they lov'd their steps shall tread, And death shall join to part no more.

Tho' boundless oceans roll'd between,
If certain that his heart is near,
A conscious transport glads each scene,
Soft is the sigh, and sweet the tear.
Even when by Death's cold hand remov'd,
We mourn the tenant of the tomb;
To think that even in death he lov'd,
Can gild the horrors of the gloom.

But bitter, bitter are the tears

Of her who slighted love bewails;

+ Burns says, "This song of genius, which was published in the Musical Museum, p. 350, was composed by a Miss Cranston. It wanted four lines to make all the stanzas suit the music, which I added, and are the four first of the last stanza." Miss Cranstoun was the sister of George Cranstoun, Lord Cranstoun, a lord of session, and the second wife of the celebrated Dugald Stewart. She died on the 28th July, 1838, aged 71.