Fu' aft at e'en When a' were blithe and merry, Sae sad was I In absence o' my dearie. My mind's at rest, I'm happy wi' my Johnny; I'se aye be there, And be as canty's1 ony. THE DEUK'S DANG O'ER MY DADDIE, O. Tune-"The deuk's dang o'er my daddie." THE bairns gat out wi' an unco shout, 4 He paidles out, and he paidles in, And he paidles late and early, O! Thae seven lang years I hae lien by his side, Oh, haud your tongue, my feirie auld wife, CUNNINGHAM gives the following account of this song:-"Burns, on one occasion, was on a visit at a friend's house for two or three days; and during his stay there a convivial party met, at which the bard was requested to favour the company with a poetical effusion. He promptly complied by writing the song in question. The original MS. is now in the possession of Captain Hendries, who commands a Scottish trading vessel, and who is nephew to the gentleman at whose festive board Burns was entertained on the evening alluded to. " HERE around the ingle1 bleezing, Wha sae happy and sae free; Though the northern wind blaws freezing, CHORUS. Happy we are a' thegither, See the miser o'er his treasure Gloating wi' a greedy ee! Can he feel the glow o' pleasure Can the peer, in silk and ermine, 2 Thus, then, let us a' be tassing3 Aff our stoups o' gen'rous flame; Frien'ship maks us a' mair happy, OH, SAW YE MY DEARIE. Tune-" Eppie M'Nab." Он, saw ye my dearie, my Eppie M'Nab? Oh, come thy ways to me, my Eppie M'Nab! 1 Fireside. 2 Clothes. 3 Tossing. What says she, my dearie, my Eppie M'Nab? Oh, had I ne'er seen thee, my Eppie M'Nab! THE CARLE OF KELLYBURN BRAES. Tune-"Kellyburn Braes." AN improved version of an old song. Speaking to Cromek about the old songs her husband had altered and improved, Mrs. Burns said :-" Robert gae this ane a terrible brushing." THERE lived a carle in Kellyburn braes, (Hey, and the rue grows bonny wi' thyme ;) Ae day as the carle gaed2 up the lang glen, "I've got a bad wife, sir; that's a' my complaint; "It's neither your stot1 nor your staig5 I shall crave, 66 And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime. "Oh! welcome, most kindly," the blithe carle said. The devil has got the auld wife on his back; 1 Man. 2 Went. 3 Live. 4 Bullock, 5 Colt. He's carried her hame to his ain hallan-door ; Then straight he makes fifty, the pick o' his band, And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime. The carlingaed through them like ony wud 2 bear, A reekit 3 wee devil looks over the wa'; (Hey, and the rue grows bonny wi' thyme,) The devil he swore by the edge o' his knife, And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime. The devil he swore by the kirk and the bell, (Hey, and the rue grows bonny wi' thyme,) Then Satan has travell'd again wi' his pack; "I hae been a devil the feck o' my life; (Hey, and the rue grows bonny wi' thyme,) But ne'er was in hell, till I met wi' a wife;" And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime. YE JACOBITES BY NAME. Tune-"Ye Jacobites by Name." YE Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear; 1 Woman. 2 Wild. 3 Smoked 4 Most. Ye Jacobites by name, Your faults I will proclaim, Your doctrines I maun blame- What is right, and what is wrang, by the law, by the law? A short sword, and a lang, A weak arm, and a strang For to draw. What makes heroic strife famed afar, famed afar? What makes heroic strife? To whet th' assassin's knife, Then let your schemes alone, in the state, in the state; Then let your schemes alone, Adore the rising sun, And leave a man undone To his fate. AS I WAS A-WANDERING. Tune-"Rinn Meudial mo Mhealladh." As I was a-wandering ae midsummer e'enin', The pipers and youngsters were making their game; Amang them I spied my faithless fause lover, Which bled a' the wound o' my dolour again. Weel, since he hast left me, may pleasure gae wi' him; I'll flatter my fancy I may get anither, My heart it shall never be broken for ane. I couldna get sleeping till dawin1 for greeting,2 ! Dawn. 2 Weeping. |