But beauty how frail and how fleeting,
The bloom of a fine summer's day!
While worth in the mind o' my Phillis
Will flourish without a decay.

COME, LET ME TAKE THEE.

Air-"Cauld Kail."

COME, let me take thee to my breast,
And pledge we ne'er shall sunder;
And I shall spurn as vilest dust
The warld's wealth and grandeur :
And do I hear my Jeanie own
That equal transports move her?
I ask for dearest life alone,
That I may live to love her.

Thus in my arms, wi' a' thy charms,
I clasp my countless treasure ;
I'll seek nae mair o' heaven to share
Thx sic a moment's pleasure:
And by thy een, sae bonny blue,
I swear I'm thine for ever!
And on thy lips I seal my vow,
And break it shall I never!

BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY AT BANNOCKBURN.

Tune-"Hey, tuttie taitie."

"THERE is a tradition," says Burns, in a letter to Thomson, "that the old air, 'Hey tuttie taitie,' was Robert Bruce's march at the battle of Bannockburn. This thought, in my solitary wanderings, has warmed me to a pitch of enthusiasm on the theme of liberty and independence which I have thrown into a kind of Scottish ode, fitted to the air, that one might suppose to be the gallant Scot's address to his heroic followers on that eventful morning.

SCOTS, wha hae wi' WALLACE bled,
Scots, wham BRUCE has aften led;
Welcome to your gory bed,

Or to Victory!

Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;

See approach proud Edward's power-
Chains and slavery!

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!

Wha, for SCOTLAND'S king and law,
FREEDOM'S Sword will strongly draw;
Freeman stand, or freeman fa',
Let him follow me!

By Oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!

Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
LIBERTY'S in every blow!-
Let us do or die!

THE poet, in sending any merit they have. the leeside of a bowl except the Muse."

THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER.

Tune-" Fee him, father.”

these verses to Thomson, says "I do not give them for I composed them about the 'back o' midnight,' and by of punch, which had overset every mortal in company

THOU hast left me ever, Jamie !
Thou hast left me ever;
Thou has left me ever, Jamie!
Thou hast left me ever.

Aften hast thou vow'd that death

Only should us sever;

Now thou'st left thy lass for aye-
I maun see thee never, Jamie,
I'll see thee never!

Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie!
Thou hast me forsaken;
Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie !
Thou hast me forsaken.
Thou canst love anither jo,

While my heart is breaking:
Soon my weary een I'll close-
Never mair to waken, Jamie,
Ne'er mair to waken!

FAIR JENNY.

Tune-"Saw ye my father."

WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning,
That danced to the lark's early song?
Where is the peace that awaited my wandering,
At evening the wild woods among?

No more a-winding the course of yon river,
And marking sweet flowerets so fair;
No more I trace the light footsteps of pleasure,
But sorrow and sad sighing care.

Is it that Summer's forsaken our valleys,
And grim, surly Winter is near?

No, no! the bees humming round the gay roses
Proclaim it the pride of the year.

Fain would I hide what I fear to discover,
Yet long, long too well have I known;
All that has caused this wreck in my bosom
Is Jenny, fair Jenny alone.

Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal,
Nor hope dare a comfort bestow:

Come then, enamour'd and fond of my anguish,
Enjoyment I'll seek in my woe.

DELUDED SWAIN, THE PLEASURE.

Tune-"The Collier's Bonny Lassie."

DELUDED Swain, the pleasure

The fickle fair can give thee

Is but a fairy treasure

Thy hopes will soon deceive thee.

The billows on the ocean,

The breezes idly roaming,

The clouds' uncertain motion--
They are but types of woman.

Oh! art thou not ashamed
To doat upon a feature?
If man thou wouldst be named,
Despise the silly creature.

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Go, find an honest fellow;

Good claret set before thee:
Hold on till thou art mellow,
And then to bed in glory.

MY SPOUSE, NANCY.

Tune-"My Jo, Janet."

"HUSBAND, husband, cease your strife,
Nor longer idly rave, sir;
Though I am your wedded wife,
Yet I am not your slave, sir."

"One of two must still obey,
Nancy, Nancy;

Is it man, or woman, say,
My spouse, Nancy ?"

"If 'tis still the lordly word,
Service and obedience;
I'll desert my sovereign lord,
And so, good-bye, allegiance!"

"Sad will I be, so bereft,
Nancy, Nancy;

Yet I'll try to make a shift,

My spouse, Nancy."

"My poor heart then break it must,

My last hour I'm near it :

When you lay me in the dust,

Think, think how you will bear it.'

"I will hope and trust in Heaven,
Nancy, Nancy;

Strength to bear it will be given,
My spouse, Nancy."

"Well, sir, from the silent dead,
Still I'll try to daunt you;
Ever round your midnight bed
Horrid sprites shall haunt you."

"I'll wed another, like my dear
Nancy, Nancy;

Then all hell will fly for fear,
My spouse, Nancy."

OH, WERE MY LOVE YON LILAC FAIR.

Tune-" Hughie Graham."

THE first two stanzas only of this song are by Burns; the other two are old.

OH, were my love yon lilac fair,

Wi' purple blossoms to the spring;
And I a bird to shelter there,

When wearied on my little wing.

How I wad mourn, when it was torn,
By autumn wild, and winter rude!
But I wad sing, on wanton wing,

When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd

Oh, gin my love were yon red rose,
That grows upon the castle wa',

And I mysel a drap o' dew,

Into her bonny breast to fa'!

Oh! there, beyond expression blest,
I'd feast on beauty a' the night;
Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
Till fley'd1 awa' by Phoebus' light!

THE LOVELY LASS OF INVERNESS.
Tune-"The Lass of Inverness."

THE lovely lass of Inverness

Nae joy nor pleasure can she see ;
For e'en and morn she cries, alas !
And aye the saut tear blin's her ee:
Drumossie Moor-Drumossie day—
A waefu' day it was to me!
For there I lost my father dear,

My father dear, and brethren three.

Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay,
Their graves are growing green to see:

And by them lies the dearest lad
That ever blest a woman's ee!

1 Frightened.