The feather'd people you might see They hail the charming Chloe; Till, painting gay the eastern skies, eyes Of youthful, charming Chloe. LET NOT WOMAN E'ER COMPLAIN. TUNE DUNCAN GRAY.' LET not woman e'er complain Look abroad through Nature's range, Man should then a monster prove? Mark the winds, and mark the skies; Ocean's ebb, and ocean's flow: Sun and moon but set to rise, Round and round the seasons go. Why then ask of silly man, To oppose great Nature's plan? O PHILLY.* TUNE-THE SOW'S TAIL.' HE. O PHILLY, happy be that day SHE. O Willy, aye I bless the grove Where first I own'd my maiden love, son: * On the 19th November, 1794, Burns wrote to Thom"You see, my dear sir, what a punctual correspondent I am; though indeed you may thank yourself for the tedium of my letters, as you have so flattered me on my horsemanship with my favourite hobby, and have praised the grace of his ambling so much, that I am scarcely ever off his back. For instance, this morning, though a keen blowing frost, in my walk before breakfast, I finished my duet which you were pleased to praise so much. Whether I have uniformly succeeded, I will not say; but here it is for you, though it is not an hour old." According to Thomson," the heroine was Miss Phillis M'Murdo, of Drumlanrig. Whether the Poet had any person in his eye for Willy,' he had not," he said, "been able to ascertain." HE. As songsters of the early year SHE. As on the brier the budding rose So in my tender bosom grows HE. The milder sun and bluer sky, SHE. The little swallow's wanton wing, HE. The bee that thro' the sunny hour SHE. The woodbine in the dewy weet HE. Let fortune's wheel at random rin, And fools may tyne, and knaves may win; SHE. What's a' the joys that gowd can gie! JOHN BARLEYCORN. A BALLAD. THERE was three Kings into the east, This Ballad was first printed in the second edition of Burns' Works in 1787, where he says, "it was partly composed on the plan of an old song known by the same name," and he made no alterations in it in his last edition of 1794. They took a plough and plough'd him down, Put clods upon his head, And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead. But the cheerful Spring came kindly on, And show'rs began to fall; John Barleycorn got up again, And sore surpris'd them all. The sultry suns of Summer came, His head weel arm'd wi' pointed spears, The sober Autumn enter'd mild, His colour sicken'd more and more, He faded into age; And then his enemies began To shew their deadly rage. They've ta'en a weapon, long and sharp, And cut him by the knee; Then tied him fast upon a cart, Like a rogue for forgerie. Mr. Cunningham considers that "the merit of originality belongs to the old bard; some of the verses are word for word the same, and those which are altered, have suffered little change in the sentiment. The version of Burns is more consistent, but not more graphic than the old strain." |