O BONIE WAS YON ROSY BRIER

O BONIE WAS YON ROSY BRIER

O BONIE was yon rosy brier,

That blooms sae far frae haunt o' man;
And bonie she, and ah, how dear!
It shaded frae the e'enin' sun.

Yon rosebuds in the morning dew,
How pure, amang the leaves sae green;
But purer was the lover's vow

They witness'd in their shade yestreen.

All in its rude and prickly bower,

That crimson rose, how sweet and fair;
But love is far a sweeter flower,
Amid life's thorny path o' care.

The pathless wild, and wimpling burn,
Wi' Chloris1 in my arms, be mine;
And I the warld, nor wish, nor scorn,
Its joys and griefs alike resign.

Jean Lorimer.

PHILLIS THE QUEEN O' THE FAIR1

ADOWN winding Nith I did wander,

To mark the sweet flowers as they spring;
Adown winding Nith I did wander,
Of Phillis to muse and to sing.

Chorus.-Awa' wi' your Belles and your Beauties,
They never wi' her can compare,
Whaever has met wi' my Phillis,
Has met wi' the queen o' the Fair.

The Daisy amus'd my fond fancy,
So artless, so simple, so wild;
Thou emblem, said I, o' my Phillis-
For she is Simplicity's child.
Awa' wi' your Belles, etc.

The Rosebud's the blush o' my charmer,
Her sweet balmy lip when 'tis prest:
How fair and how pure is the Lily!
But fairer and purer her breast.

Awa' wi' your Belles, etc.

1 Inspired by Jean Lorimer ("Chloris" generally).

The Nith river at Dumfries, the path along which he walked to the ruins of Lincluden Abbey nearly every afternoon or evening for nearly seven years while he lived in Dumfries.

THE HOUSE ON THE LEFT IS THE ONE IN WHICH BURNS LIVED WHEN HE FIRST MOVED TO DUMFRIES.

THE HOUSE IN WHICH BURNS DIED.

Mrs. Burns was thirty years old when Burns died. She continued to live in the same house till she died thirty-eight years after the death of Burns. He is buried in Dumfries. She is buried in the same place.