If love for love thou wilt na gie,h The thought o' Mary Morrison. SWEETEST MAY. Altered from Allan Ramsay's song:- SWEETEST May, let love inspire thee; LOVELY NANCY. Burns frequently went to the Bible for some of his finest sentiments: the two lines Turn away these eyes of love, Lest I die with pleasure,' are almost the same as the following passage in the Song of Solomon, chap. vi. ver. 5. Turn away thine eyes from me, for they bave overcome me.' Tunc.-The Quaker's Wife. To thy bosom lay my heart, There to throb and languish : Take away these rosy lips, Rich with balmy treasure; ▲ Give. What is life when wanting love? HUSBAND AND WIFE. Tune.-My jo, Janet. This song was written for Mr. Thomson's collection. "Tell me," says Burns in a letter to that gentleman, dated December, 1793, "how you like my song to Jo, Janet."" SHE. HUSBAND, husband, cease your strife, HE. One of two must still obey, Is it man or woman, say, SHE. If 'tis still the lordly word, HE. Sad will I be, so bereft, Nancy, Nancy; Yet I 'll try to make a shift, My spouse, Nancy. SHE. 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. HE. I will hope and trust in Heaven, Strength to bear it will be given, SHE. Well, sir, from the silent dead, HE. I'll wed another, like my dear Then all hell will fly for fear, POORTITH CAULD. This excellent song has never become popular, owing, perhaps, to the want of unity between the music and the verses-the air is lively, the words plaintive. Tune.-I had a horse. O POORTITH" Cauld and restless love, CHORUS. O why should Fate sic pleasure have, Her een, sae bonnie blue, betray O wha can prudence think upon O why should Fate, &c How blest the humble cotter's fate! THE BANKS OF DOON. On The Banks of Doon,' and near to each other, are the house in which the Poet was born, and the ruins of Alloway's auld haunted Kirk.' Tune.-The Caledonian Hunt's Delight. YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, Thou 'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, Departed-never to return. Oft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine; And ilka bird sang o' its love, And fondly sae did I o' mine. Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, Fu'sweet upon its thorny tree; And my fause lover stole my rose, But, ah! he left the thorn wi' me. p Hobgoblins. 9 Afraid. BANKS O' BONNIE DOON. The reader will perceive that the measure of this copy of the Banks an' Braes o' Bonnie Doon' differs considerably from the foregoing. The Poet was obliged to adapt his words to a particular air, and in so doing, he lost much of the simplicity and beauty which this original version of the song possesses. YE flowery banks o' bonnie Doon, How can ye blumes so fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o' care? Thoul't break my heart, thou bonnie bird, Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fauset luve" was true. Thou 'lt break my heart, thou bonnie bird, For sae I sat, and sae I sung, Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon, To see the woodbine twine; An' ilkaw bird sang o' its luve, Wi' lightsome heart I pu'dx a rose, DUNCAN GRAY. This song has nothing in common with the old licentious ballad of the same name, but the first fine and part of the third. The rest is original. DUNCAN GRAY came here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule night when we were fou," Ha, ha, the wooing o't: |