...reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison ! Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing: I sat, but neither heard nor saw ; Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sighed, and said...

...glunces let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How blithely would I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. 1 or all the productions of Burns, the pathetic and serious lore songs which he has left behind him,...

...glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor. How blythely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure—...Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw: Tho' this was...

...sensitiveness to the kindred art. His description of the lovelorn wooer at the dance is an instance : Yest'reen when to the trembling string The dance gaed...my fancy took its wing — I sat, but neither heard nor saw. None but a real lover of music would embody his ideal of womanly perfection in the lines :...

...thee despairing, Than aught in the world beside — Jessy ! The conclusion of the other is as follows. Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed...thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw. Tho' this was fair, and that was bra", And yon the toast of a" the town, I sighed and said...