TO GAVIN HAMILTON, ESQ. But lest he learn the callan tricks- Like scrapin out auld Crummie's nicks,b As lieve then, I'd have then Your clerkship he should sair,d Not fitted otherwhere. Altho' I say't, he's glege enough, Ye'll catechise him, every quirk, My word of honour I hae gi'en, I ken he weel a snick can draw,1 8 John Dow's Inn. In faith he's sure to get him. b the rings on a cow's horns. ⚫ willingly. f threaten. havaricious reptile, &e. M'Gaun. ' earnest-money. I can lift a latch, i.e. cheat. WILL YE GO TO THE INDIES SIR, To phrase you and praise you, Of grateful MINSTREL BURNS. Versified Reply to an Invitation.1 Yours this moment I unseal, And faith I'm gay and hearty! But Foorsday, sir, my promise leal, If on a beastie I can speel,d Or hurle in a cartie. MAUCHLIN, Monday night, 10 o'clock. Yours, ROBERT BURNS. Song-Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary ?2 a flatter. Tune- "Will ye go to the Ewe-Bughts, Marion." WILL ye go to the Indies, my Mary, And leave auld Scotia's shore? 1 This needs no further elucidation. The poet, of course, must have been a good deal less than fou when he wrote. 2 Burns meant to emigrate, and Highland Mary filled up the void in heart which we have just heard him bewailing. The poet is "a light and sacred thing" according to Plato. At this time he was seeing his poems through the press, and had taken the famous vow to Mary over the Bible Mr Scott Douglas, in 1850, first ascer tained the date of the affair with Mary. MY HIGHLAND LASSIE, O O sweet grows the lime and the orange, But a' the charms o' the Indies I hae sworn by the Heavens to my Mary, O plight me your faith, my Mary, We hae plighted our troth, my Mary, And curst be the cause that shall part us! Song-My Highland Lassie, O.1 NAE gentle dames, tho' ne'er sae fair, Gie me my Highland lassie, O. Chorus. Within the glen sae bushy, O, ⚫ high-born. 1 He is still bent on emigration; the reception of his poems made him alter his plans. It is really impossible to be certain whether, and to what degree, Burns had cause for "remorse" in this love affair, more than in many others. "His honour rooted in dishonour stood," like Lancelot's, but the solemnity of his covenant with Mary, and a sudden pang of regret after his marriage, and Mary's death, make the affection momentous. MY HIGHLAND LASSIE, O O were yon hills and vallies mine, But fickle fortune frowns on me, Altho' thro' foreign climes I range, For her I'll dare the billow's roar, She has my heart, she has my hand, Farewell the glen sac bushy, O! EPISTLE TO A YOUNG FRIEND Epistle to a Young Friend.1 May 1786. I LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, Ye'll try the world soon my lad; I'll no say, men are villains & ; Wha hae nae check but human law, But, och mankind are unco weak, If self the wavering balance shake, Yet they wha fa' in fortune's strife, 1 The friend is Andrew, son of Robert Aiken. The most remarkable maxim is that on lawless love, it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling. Burns was never petrified enough to enjoy the rôle of Rob Mossgiel," of the rural Don Juan. Hence arose most of his misery. He could love, and ride away, and repent. |