They've lost some gallant gentlemen, And whigs to hell did flee, man. OH WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST. This song was found among the manuscripts of Burns, after his TUNE-The lass of Livingstone. On wert thou in the cauld blast, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee: Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, If thou wert there, if thou wert there. Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign; The brightest jewel in my crown, Wad be my queen, wad be my queen. 1 A broadsword.-2 Cloak.-3 The quarter from which the wind or weather comes.-4 Shelter. OH WHA IS SHE THAT LO'ES ME. This song was also found among the manuscripts of the Poet, after his death. He was very fond of the air "Morag," and wrote other songs to it. TUNE-Morag. Oн wha is she that lo'es me, If thou shalt meet a lassie In grace and beauty charming, Erewhile thy breast sae warming, If thou hadst heard her talking, But her by thee is slighted; If thou hast met this fair one; When frae her thou hast parted, If every other fair one But her thou hast deserted, ADDRESS TO GENERAL DUMOURIER. First published in the "Reliques." (A PARODY ON ROBIN ADAIR.") YOU'RE Welcome to despots, Dumourier; How does Dampiere do? Aye, and Bournonville too? Why did they not come along with you, Dumourier? I will fight France with you, Dumourier,— I will take my chance with you; By my soul I'll dance a dance with you, Dumourier.. Then let us fight about, Dumourier; Then let us fight about, Dumourier; Then let us fight about, Till freedom's spark is out, Then we'll be d-mn'd no doubt-Dumourier. OH ONCE I LOVED A BONNIE LASS. This was our Poet's first attempt. TUNE-I am a man unmarried. Он once I loved a bonnie lass, Ay, and I love her still, And whilst that honor warms my breast, I'll love my handsome Nell. Fal lal de ral, &c. As bonnie lasses I hae seen, A bonnie lass, I will confess, Is pleasant to the ee, But without some better qualities She's no a lass for me. But Nelly's looks are blythe and sweet, And what is best of a', Her reputation is complete, 1 Many.-2 Fine. She dresses ay sae clean and neat, And then there's something in her gait A gaudy dress and gentle air 'Tis this in Nelly pleases me, Fal lal de ral, &c. I DREAM'D I LAY WHERE FLOWERS WERE "These two stanzas I composed when I was seventeen,2 and are among the oldest of my printed pieces."-Burns's Reliques. I DREAM'D I lay where flowers were springing, Listening to the wild birds singing, By a falling, crystal stream: Straight the sky grew black and daring; Thro' the woods the whirlwinds rave; Trees with agéd arms were warring, Such was my life's deceitful morning, But lang or noon, loud tempest storming, Tho' fickle fortune has deceived me, (She promised fair, and perform'd but ill ;) Of mony a joy and hope bereaved me, 1 Makes. 2 It is perhaps worthy of remark, that in this song of seventeen, there is, scrictly speaking, only one Scotch word-the word drumlie-a circumstance that promised little for our author's future eminence as a Scottish Poet. 3 Muddy.-4 Long before noon. THERE'S A YOUTH IN THIS CITY. This air is claimed by Neil Gow, who calls it his lament for his brother. THERE's a youth in this city, it were a great pity, His fecket' is white as the new-driven scaw; For beauty and fortune the laddie 's been courtin'; There's Meg wi' the mailen, that fain wad a haen him," MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. The first half-stanza of this song is old. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; The hills of the Highlands forever I love. Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow; 1 An under-waistcoat with sleeves.-2 Shoes.-9 Causes him to go to her -4 Farm.—5 Would have had him.- Nancy with a great marriage portion |