ON A COUNTRY LAIRD On Chloris Requesting me to give her a Sprig of Blossomed FROM the white-blossom'd sloe my dear Chloris requested No, by Heavens! I exclaim'd, let me perish, if ever On seeing Mrs Kemble in Yarico.2 KEMBLE, thou cur'st my unbelief Of Moses and his rod; At Yarico's sweet note of grief Epigram on a country Laird, not quite so wise as Solomon.s BLESS Jesus Christ, O Cardoness, For had He said "the soul alone Then hadst thou lain for ever. 1 One of seventeen scraps sent by Burns to Creech the publisher. 2 Another of the seventeen. Kemble played in Inkle and Yarico. Mrs 8 The victim was Maxwell of Car. doness. ON AN INNKEEPER On being shewn a beautiful country Seat Belonging to the same Laird.1 WE grant they're thine, those beauties all, Keep them, thou eunuch, Cardoness, On hearing it asserted Falsehood is expressed in the Rev. Dr Babington's very looks. THAT there is a falsehood in his looks, I must and will deny : They tell their Master is a knave, And sure they do not lie. On a Suicide. EARTH'D up, here lies an imp o' hell, Poor silly wretch, he's damned himsel', On a Swearing Coxcomb. HERE cursing, swearing Burton lies, And his last words were 66 Dem my blood!" On an Innkeeper nicknamed "the Marquis." HERE lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm'd, If ever he rise, it will be to be damn'd. 1 It is a pity that these things must be included among poems. ESTEEM FOR CHLORIS On Andrew Turner. IN se'enteen hunder 'n forty-nine, Pretty Peg.1 As I gaed up by yon gate-end, Her air sae sweet, an' shape complete, Wi' linked hands we took the sands, Oh, that sweet hour and shady bower, Esteem for Chloris.2 AH, Chloris, since it may not be, 1 Of not very certain authorship. 2 Esteem for Miss Lorimer may have been a genuine sentiment. HOW LANG AND DREARY Altho' I love my Chloris mair Tho' a' my daily care thou art, Saw ye my Dear, my Philly.1 Tune-"When she cam' ben she bobbit." O SAW ye my Dear, my Philly? She's down i' the grove, she's wi' a new Love, What says she my dear, my Philly? O had I ne'er seen thee, my Philly! How Lang and Dreary is the Night.2 How lang and dreary is the night I restless lie frae e'en to morn 1 Omitted, not unjustly, by Thomson from his musical publication. 2 Chloris is celebrated to the tune of Cauld Kail in Aberdeen. INCONSTANCY IN LOVE Chorus.-For oh, her lanely nights are lang! And oh, her widow'd heart is sair, When I think on the lightsome days How slow ye move, ye heavy hours; Inconstancy in Love.1 Tune-"Duncan Gray." LET not Woman e'er complain Mark the winds, and mark the skies, You can be no more you know. "I have been at Duncan Gray to dress it in English, but all I can do is deplorably stupid," Burns writes to Thomson (Oct. 19, 1794). |