Duncan was a lad o' grace, Ha, ha, the wooing o't; Maggie's was a piteous cafe, Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Duncan cou'dna be her death, Swelling pity fmoor'd his wrath; Now they're crouse and canty baith! Ha, ha, the wooing o't. LET NOT WOMAN E'ER COMPLAIN. Air.-DUNCAN GRAY. L ET not woman e'er complain Let not woman e'er complain, Fickle man is apt to rove: Ladies, would it not be ftrange Man fhould then a monster prove? Mark the winds, and mark the skies; Round and round the seasons go: Why then ask of filly Man, O POORTITH CAULD, AND RESTLESS LOVE. Air.---I HAD A HORSE, I HAD nae mair. O POORTITH cauld, and reftless love, Yet poortith a' I could forgive, An' 'twere na for my Jeanie. This warld's wealth when I think on, Its pride, and a' the lave o't; Fie, fie on filly coward man, That he should be the flave o't. O why, &c. Her een fae bonie blue betray, O wha can prudence think upon, O wha can prudence think upon, And fae in love as I am? O why, &c. How bleft the humble cotter's fate, The filly bogles, Wealth and State, Can never make them eerie. O why, &c. THE LAZY MIST HANGS, &c. Air.-HERE'S A HEALTH TO MY TRUE Love. Τ HE lazy mift hangs from the brow of Concealing the course of the dark winding rill; pear, As autumn to winter refigns the pale year. The forests are leaflefs, the meadows are brown, How long I have liv'd,-but how much liv'd in vain ; How little of life's fcanty fpan may remain; worn; What ties cruel Fate in my bofom has torn, 1 How foolish, or worse, 'till our fummit is gain'd! And downward, how weaken'd, how darken'd, how pain'd! Life is not worth having with all it can give, For fomething beyond it poor man sure must live. In reference to the Authorship of the above fong, there has been fome difpute. We have collated and printed from the first Edition of "Thomson's Scotish Airs" all the fongs of Burns which there appear. In an after Edition of "The Airs," however, it is stated that Dr. Blacklock is the Author of this fong, and it is therein added, "This Song is given by Dr. Currie as one of Burns', and his name was accordingly prefixed to it in a former Edition of this work. It appears, however, from the Reliques of Burns,' page 248, that it was written by Dr. Blacklock" But we find that previous to the fong being in "Thomfon's Scotish Airs," it had appeared in "Johnfon's Scots Musical Museum," page 241, as Burns'. Hence, we have no hesitation in acceding the Authorship to him. The following fong, "John Anderson, my jo," we give as it appeared in "Thomfon's Scotifh Airs," although, as noted, it is not entirely written by Burns. |