AND YE SHALL WALK IN SILK ATTIRE. AND ye shall walk in silk attire, Gin ye'll consent to be his bride, The mind wha's every wish is pure And ere I'm forced to break my faith, For I ha'e pledged my virgin troth Wi' a' its virtues rare. His gentle manners wan my heart, And ere I'm forced to break my troth THE NABOB. WHEN silent time, wi' lightly foot, I sought again my native land Wha kens gin the dear friends I left Or gin I e'er again shall taste As I drew near my ancient pile, Ilk place I passed seemed yet to speak O' some dear former day : : Those days that followed me afar, Those happy days o' mine, Whilk made me think the present joys A' naething to langsyne. The ivied tower now met my eye, Nae friend stepped forth wi' open hand, I conceited. Till Donald tottered to the door, I ran to ilka dear friend's room, I knew where ilk ane used to sit, I closed the door, and sobbed aloud, Some pensy1 chiels, a new-sprung race, "Cut, cut," they cried, "those aged elms, "Na, na! our fathers' names grow there, Memorials o' langsyne." To wean me fra these waefu' thoughts But sure her mother's blushing, cheeks In vain I sought in music's sound Which oft in Scotland's ancient lays Ye sons to comrades o' my youth, Wha midst your gayest scenes still mourns When time has passed, and seasons fled, Your hearts will feel like mine; And aye the sang will maist delight That minds ye o' langsyne. RICHARD HEWITT. -1794. Little is known of the author of what Burns termed "these beautiful verses" on Roslin Castle. While Dr. Blacklock resided in Cumberland, Hewitt, then a lad, was employed to lead the blind poet. He afterwards acted as Blacklock's amanuensis, and, on leaving his services finally, he addressed to him some verses, in a note to which he refers to his own habit of rehearsing the narrative ballads of the countryside. Hewitt subsequently became secretary to Lord Milton. The air of "Roslin Castle" was at an early day known as "The House of Glammis." An earlier, anonymous song, with the same title of "Roslin Castle," was printed in Herd's Collection. ROSLIN CASTLE. 'Twas in that season of the year Awake, sweet Muse! The breathing Spring And hail the morning with a song. |