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O'er thae scenes o' past delight
Ev’ning draws the shades o' night,
Hiding from my aching sight

The lov'd resorts o' Mary, 0.
Haunts! by Clutha flowing clear,
Scenes that bring the briny tear,
Far is she that made ye dear,

Above that vault sae starry, O!
O! that brief the time may be,
When my soul, frae anguish free,
Raptur'd rise to Heaven and thee,

My dear departed Mary, O! *

As I went over yon meadow,

And carelessly passing alang,
I listen'd with pleasure to Jenny,
While mournfully singing this sang:
The mucking o' Geordie's byre,

And the shooling the gruip sae clean,
Has aft gart me spend the night sleepless,

And brought the saut tears frae my een.
It was nae my father's intention,

Nor was it my mither's desire,
That e'er I should fyle my fingers
Wi' the mucking o' Geordie's byre.

The mucking, &c.
Though the roads were ever sae filthy,

Or the day sae scoury and foul,
I wad ay be ganging wi' Geordie;
I lik'd it far better than school.

The mucking, fc. * We have not been able to learn the name of the writer of the original of this song. The copy here given has been altered by the author of The days o' auld langsyne, who has also added to it the second stanza.

My brither abuses me daily,

For being wi' Geordie sae free;
My sister she ca's me hoodwinked,
Because he's below my degree.

The mucking, 8c.
But weel do I like my young Geordie,

Although he was cunning and slee;
He ca's me his dear and his honey,
And I'm sure my Geordie loo's me.

The mucking, &c.

* This piece is another of the productions of Balloon Tytler. In addition to the information Burns gives respecting this singular character, in his note on the Bonnie brucket lassie, page 136, the Editor is enabled to add the following from a short account of him written by Dr. CURRIE.

JAMES TYTLER was the son of a country Clergyman in the Presbytery of Brechin. He received a classical education, and was brought up to the profession of medicine, which he followed for some time in Leith, in Berwick, and in Newcastle. Not meeting with success, however, in consequence of a too great attention to religious disputes, he abandoned this profession, commenced author and printer at the same time, and, for a while, continued regularly to print and publish his own works. His publications ultimately brought him into the notice of the booksellers, and from them he afterwards found constant employment in compilations, abridgements, translations, and miscellaneous essays. During his literary career, his labours, for their magnitude and extent, were truly astonishing; but as they scarcely produced bim the means of subsistence, in consequence of the parsimony of his employers, he turned a portion of his attention to chemistry, electricity, and mechanics, in which sciences he made some useful discoveries that he thought might be turned to advantage. But the roguery of an individual to whom he communicated one of his most important discoveries, and the total failure of many of his other schemes, at length began to prey upon his spirits; and, though



TUNE-" The Lothian Lassie."
Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,

And sair wi' his love he did deave me ;
I said there was naething I hated like men,

The deuce tak him to believe me, believe me,

The deuce tak him to believe me.
He spak o' the darts o' my bonnie black een,

And vow'd for my love he was diein;
I said he might die when he liket for Jean,

The Lord forgie me for liein, for liein,

The Lord forgie me for liein!
A weel stocket mailen, himsel for the laird,

And marriage aff-hand was the proffer:
I never loot on that I kent it, or card,

But thought I might get a waur offer, waur offer,
But thought I might get a waur offer.

stherwise a man of great modesty of disposition and integrity of character, he finally suffered his social propensities to violate the rules of sobriety. “ Forgetting his old friends, he associated with discontented persons, and entered into a deliberate exposition of the abuses of government in ' A Pamphlet on the Excise, and more systematically in a periodical publication, entitled, “ The Historical Register,' which gratified malignity by personal invective and intemperance of language. He was concerned in the wild, irrational plans of the British convention, and published A hand bill addressed to the people,' written in so inflammatory a style, as rendered him obnoxious to government. A warrant was issued to apprehend him, and he left his native country and crossed the Atlantic for America, where he fixed his residence in the town of Salem, in the state of Massachusetts, where he established a newspaper in connexion with a printer, which he continued till his death, which happened in the year 1805, in the 58th year of his age.”

But what do ye think? in a fortnight or less,

(The deil's in his taste to gang near her!) He up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess;

Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her,could bear ber,

Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her. Sae a' the niest week as I fretted wi' care,

I gaed to the tryst o' Dalgarnock,

wha but my braw fickle wooer was there,
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock,

I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock.
But owre my left shouther I gied him a blink,

Lest neibours might say I was saucy ;.
My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,

And vow'd I was his dear lassie, dear lassie,

And vow'd I was his dear lassie.
I spier'd for my cousin, fu' couthie and sweet,

Gin she had recover'd her hearin,
And how my auld shoon fitted her shacheld feet,

But, heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,

But, heavens ! how he fell a swearin.
He begged, for Gudesake! I wad be his wife,

Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow:
So e'en to preserve the poor body in life,

I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow,

I think I maun wed him to-morrow. * The following note upon this song is by the Editor of the Works of Burns." In the original MS. this line (the 3d of verse 4th) runs, . He

up the Gateslack to my black cousin Bess.' Mr. Thomson objected to this word, as well as to the word, Dalgarnock in the next verse. Mr. BURNS replies as follows:

“Gateslack is the name of a particular place, a kind of passage up among the Lawther hills, on the confines of this county. Dalgarnock is also the name of a romantic spot near the Nith, where are still a ruined church and a burial ground. However, let the first line run, · He up the lang loan, &c. It is als ways a pity to throw out any thing that gives locality to our poet's verses."



TUNE" Onagh's Waterfall.SAE flaxen were her ringlets,

Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o'er-arching

Twa laughing een o' bonnie blue. Her smiling, sae wyling,

Wad make a wretch forget his woe; What pleasure, what treasure,

Unto these rosy lips to grow!
Such was my Chloris' bonnie face,

When first her bonnie face I saw;
And ay my Chloris' dearest charm,

she loo's me best of a'.

a spy

Like harmony her motion;

Her prettie ancle Betraying fair proportion,

Wad make a saint forget the sky, Sae warming, sae charming,

Her faultless form and gracefu' air; Ilk feature-auld Nature

Declar'd that she could do nae mair:
Her's are the willing chains o' love,

By conquering beauty's sovereign law;
And ay my Chloris' dearest charm,

she loo's me best of a'.

Let others love the city,

And gaudie show at sunnie noon; Gie me the lonely valley,

The dewie eve, and rising moon Fair-beaming, and streaming,

Her silver light the boughs amang; While falling, recalling, The amorous thrush concludes his sang:


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