EPISTLE TO JOHN RANKINE Some auld, us'd hands had taen a note, So gat the whissle o' my groat, But by my gun, o' guns the wale, The game shall pay, o'er muir an' dale, As soon's the clockin-time is by, For my gowd guinea, Trowth, they had muckle for to blame! It pits me aye as mad's a hare; When time's expedient: Meanwhile I am, respected Sir, Your most obedient. WELCOME TO HIS DAUGHTER A Poet's Welcome to his Love-begotten Daughter.1 THE FIRST INSTANCE THAT ENTITLED HIM TO THE VENERABLE THOU's Welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me, Or if I blush when thou shalt ca' me Tho' now they ca' me fornicator, An auld wife's tongue's a feckless matter Welcome! my bonie, sweet, wee dochter, Yet, by my faith, ye're no unwrought for, WELCOME TO HIS DAUGHTER As dear, and near my heart I set thee As a' the priests had seen me get thee Sweet fruit o' mony a merry dint, Tho' I should be the waur bestead,d As ony brat o' wedlock's bed, Lord grant that thou may aye inherit "Twill please me mair to see thee heir it, For if thou be what I wad hae thee, But be a loving father to thee, And brag the name o't. O LEAVE NOVELS Song-O Leave Novels.1 O LEAVE novels, ye Mauchline belles, They make your youthful fancies reel; Beware a tongue that's smoothly hung, Are worse than poisoned darts of steel; Are all finesse in Rob Mossgiel. Fragment-The Mauchline Lady." Tune-"I had a horse, I had nae mair." WHEN first I came to Stewart Kyle, But when I came roun' by Mauchline toun, My heart was caught, before I thought, 1 Burns never published this poem, which would have been justly blamed as fatuous. He was "Rob Mossgiel from 1784 to 1786. The second half of each verse is of later composition. 2 Possibly the Mauchline belle of this snatch is Jean Armour, later Burns's wife. THE BELLES OF MAUCHLINE Fragment-My Girl she's Airy.1 Tune-"Black Jock." My girl she's airy, she's buxom and gay; The Belles of Mauchline.2 IN Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles, Miss Miller is fine, Miss Markland's divine, Epitaph on a Noisy Polemic.3 BELOW thir stanes lie Jamie's banes; 1 The date is 1784, the girl may be anybody. The remaining lines of this piece have never been printed in full. 2 Their histories have been devoutly traced, and one of them, Miss Smith, was the mother of a Doctor in the Free Kirk, Dr Candlish. On the principle usually quoted from Talleyrand, the husband of this lady, Mr James Candlish, cannot have been beautiful. 3 This fellow, one James Humphrey, used to introduce himself to strangers as "Burns's bletherin' bitch." See "Keats's Letters from Scotland." |