GREEN GROW THE RASHES. This is the first song that Burns contributed to Johnson's Museum of Scottish Songs, a work of great merit, extending to five 8vo. volumes, commenced in 1787, and concluded in 1794. Besides many original contributions to that work, upwards of one hundred and fifty of the old songs and ballads inserted in it bear traces of his hand. CHORUS. Green grow the rashes, O! The warly race may riches chase, But giel me a canniek hour at e'en, For you sae douce,m ye sneer at this, Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears, 4 Worldly. ¿ Topsy-turvy. 1 Give. k Convenient. m Sober, prudent. Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, BONNIE ANN. Burns composed this song out of compliment to Miss Ann Masterton, daughter of his friend Allan Masterton, author of the air of Strathallan's Lament,' 'Willie brewed a peck o' maut,' &c. YE gallants bright I red" you right, Beware o' bonnie Ann; Her comely face sae fu' o' grace, Her een sae bright, like stars by night, Sae gimply laced her genty waist, Youth, grace, and love, attendant move, In a' their charms, and conquering arms, The captive bands may chain the hands, Ye gallants braw, I red you a', UP IN THE MORNING EARLY. The chorus of this song is old. CHORUS. Up in the morning's no for me, I'm sure it's winter fairly. CAULD blaws the wind frae east to west, The drift is driving sairly; n Counsel. Elegantly formed. p Drifted snow. Sae loud and shill 'sa I hear the blast Up in the morning, &c. The birds sit chittering in the thorn, Up in the morning, &c. MY NANNIE, O. In the earlic editions of this song the Stinchar was said to be Nannie's native stream; but afterwards the Poet replaced it with Lugar, for what reason he has not told us. Perhaps he had a similar one for changing his own name from Burness to Burns. BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows, My Nannie's charming, sweet, an' young; An' few there be that kent me, O; Shrill. r Dark. Wild daisy. t Know. My riches a''s my penny-fee," But live, an' love my Nannie, O. O WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU, The humour and fancy of "Whistle an' I'll come to you, my lad,' will render it nearly as great a favourite as Duncan Gray. These songs of yours will descend with the music to the latest posterity.-Thomson to Burns. CHORUS. O, whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad, BUT warily tent, when ye come to court me, At kirk, or at market, whene'er ye meet me, Yet look as ye were na looking at me. O whistle, &c. u The wages earned and paid half-yearly, or yearly, to servants. w Dexterously. Worldly riches. y Heed. Ay vow and protest that ye care na for me, O WERE MY LOVE YON LILAC FAIR. The two last stanzas of this song are old. Burns Tune-Hughie Graham. O WERE my love yon lilac fair, When wearied on my little wing: How I wad mourn when it was torn, O gine my love were yon red rose Into her bonnie breast to fa': O there beyond expression blest, & Sneer at. c Little. e If. f Scared. d Beguile. |