Had we never lov'd sae kindly, III. Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest! II. Fu' aft at e'en Wi' dancing keen, When a' were blythe and merry, I car'd na by, Sae sad was I In absence o' my dearie. But praise be blest, My mind's at rest, I'm happy wi' my Johnny: At kirk and fair, I'se ay be there, And be as canty's ony. CXVII. AE FOND KISS. Tune-" Rory Dall's Port." [Believed to relate to the poet's parting with Clarinda. They are in "These exquisitely affecting stanzas," says Scott, "contain the essence of a thousand love-tales." the Museum.] I. AE fond kiss, and then we sever; CXVIII. LOVELY DAVIES. Tune-"Miss Muir." [Written for the Museum, in honour of the witty, the handsome, the lovely, and unfortunate Miss Davies.] I. O How shall I, unskilfu', try The poet's occupation, The tunefu' powers, in happy hours, That whispers inspiration? Even they maun dare an effort mair, The charms o' lovely Davies. Each eye it cheers, when she appears, When past the shower, and ev'ry flower As the wretch looks o'er Siberia's shore, II. Her smile's a gift, frae 'boon the lift, A scepter'd hand, a king's command, The man in arms, 'gainst female charms, He hugs his chain, and owns the reign My muse to dream of such a theme, Tune-"The weary Pund o' Tow." ["This song," says Sir Harris Nicolas, "is in the Musical Museum; but it is not attributed to Burns. Mr. Allan Cunningham does not state upon what authority he has assigned it to Burns." The critical knight might have, if he had pleased, stated similar objections to many songs which he took without scruple from my edition, where they were claimed for Burns, for the first time, and on good authority. I, however, as it happens, did not claim the song wholly for the poet: I said "the idea of the song is old, and perhaps some of the words.” It was sent by Burns to the Museum, and in his own handwriting.] I. THE weary pund, the weary pund, The weary pund o' tow: I think my wife will end her life I bought my wife a stane o' lint And a' that she has made o' that, II. There sat a bottle in a bole, Beyont the ingle low, And ay she took the tither souk, To drouk the stowrie tow. III. Quoth I, for shame, ye dirty dame, Gae spin your tap o' tow! She took the rock, and wi' a knock She brak it o'er my pow. IV. At last her feet-I sang to see't- The weary pund, the weary pund, I think my wife will end her life I. I HAE a wife o' my ain- I'll gie cuckold to naebody. I hae naething to lend, II. I am naebody's lord I'll be slave to naebody; I hae a guid braid sword, I'll be sad for naebody; I'll care for naebody. CXXI. O, FOR AN E-AN D-T WENTY, TAM! Tune-"The Moudiewort." [In his memoranda on this song in the Museum, Burns says simply, "This song is mine." The air for a century before had to bear the burthen of very ordinary words.] CHORUS. An O, for ane-and-twenty, Tam, An' hey, sweet ane-and-twenty, Tam, I'll learn my kin a rattlin' sang, An I saw ane-and-twenty, Tam. I. THEY snool me sair, and haud me down, I I. A gleib o' lan', a claut o' gear, |