The lily's hue, the rose's dye, LORD GREGORY. This song appears to have been suggested to the Poet's fancy, by the Lass of Lochroyan,' a very old ballad, a fragment of which will be found in Herd's collection, 1774. A copy of it still more enlarged has since been published in the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border.' O MIRK, mirk is this midnight hour, An exile frae her father's ha', At least some pity on me shaw, If love it may na be. Lord Gregory, mind'st thou not the grove, By bonnie Irwine side, When first I own'd that virgin-love lang, lang had denied? How aften didst thou pledge and vow, Thou wad for aye be mine: And my fond heart, itsel sae true, It ne'er mistrusted thine. Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory, Thou dart of heaven, that flashest by, Ye mustering thunders from above, But spare and pardon my fause love FRAGMENT. These are eight beautiful lines. They are too few to sing, too good to cast away, and too peculiar and happy ever to be eked out by a hand inferior to the hand of their Author. They will long continue a fragment.—Cunningham's Scottish Songs. HER flowing locks, the raven's wing, Her lips are roses wat wi' dew, THE BLISSFUL DAY. "I composed this song,' says Burns, out of compliment to one of the happiest and worthiest married couples in the worldRobert Riddel, Esq. of Glenriddel, and his lady. At their fireside I have enjoyed more pleasant evenings than all the houses of fashionable people in this country put together; and to their kindness and hospitality I am indebted for many of the happiest hours of my life.' Tune.-Seventh of November. THE day returns, my bosom burns, The blissful day we twa did meet, Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd, Ne'er summer sun was half sae sweet. Than a' the pride that loads the tide, Than kingly robes, and crowns and globes, When that grim foe of life below, JEANIE'S BOSOM. This is an early composition. It was the first of the Poet's songs composed in praise of Bonnie Jean,' afterwards Mrs. Burns. Tune.-My mother's ay glow'ring owre me. Louis, what reck I by thee, WILLIE'S WIFE. This song is founded on an old border ditty, beginning- An' nue a loun in a' the town Tune.-Tibbie Fowler in the glen. WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed, Cou'd stown a clue wi' onie bodie; He had a wife was dour and din, CHORUS. Sic a wife as Willie had, I wad na gie a button for her. Bankrupt. s Ragamuffins. u Thievish queans. t Get away. w Weaver. Stolen supposed to allude to the dishonest practices of seine weavers who purloin the yarn that is sent to the loom. y Sullen and sallow. z A gipsey woman. She has an ee, she has but ane, A clapper tongue wad deaveb a miller; Her nose and chin they threaten ither : She's bow-hough'de, she 's hein-shinn'd,d Auld baudrans by the ingleh sits, She dights her grunzie wi' a hushion ; I HAE A WIFE O' MY AIN. "The Poet was accustomed to say that the most happy period of his life was the first winter he spent at Elliesland,-for the first time under a roof of his own-with his wife and children about him. It is known that he welcomed his wife to her rooftree at Elliesland in this song. -Lockhart. I HAE a wife o' my ain, b Deafen. a Besides. c Knock-kneed. d Bony-shinnet. f Every. g The cat. h Fire-place. * Cleans her mouth with a cushion. m Dung-baskets. n Make dirty. I hae naething to lend, I'll be slave to naebody; BONNIE WEE THING. 'Composed,' says Burns, on my little idol, the charming, lovely Davies.' Tune.-The Lads of Saltcoats. CHORUS. Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing, I wad wear thee in my bosom, Wit, and grace, and love, and beauty, To adore thee is my duty, |