THE BANKS OF THE DEVON. These verses were composed on Miss Hamilton,* sister tc Devon, How pleasant the banks of the clear-winding That steals on the evening each leaf to renew! O spare the dear blossom, ye orient breezes, With chill hoary wing, as ye usher the dawn! And far be thou distant, thou reptile that seizes The verdure and pride of the garden and lawn. Let Bourbon exult in his gay gilded lilies, And England triumphant display her proud rose; A fairer than either adorns the green valleys, Where Devon, sweet Devon, meandering flows. AULD ROB MORRIS. The two first lines of this song are taken from an old THERES 's auld Rob Morris who wons' in yon glen, men; He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine, And ae bonnie lass, his darling and mine. She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May; To this lady Burns addressed several letters, which are ! Dwells. But, oh! she's an heiress, auld Robin's a laird, And my daddie has nought but a cot-house and yard; A wooer like me maunna hope to come speed, I then might hae hop'd she wad smil'd upon me; THE BRAW WOOER. The original of this song, the Lothian Lassie, consisted of som nine or ten very silly verses; one of them may be quoted :- 'The mither cried butt the house, Jockie come here, Tune.-Lothian Lassie. me, LAST May a brawn wooer cam down the lang glen, A weel-stocked mailen,P himsel for the laird, Handsome. • Deafen. PA well stocked farm. I never loota on that I kend it, or car'd, But what wad ye think? in a fortnight or less, Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her. But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink, I spier'dw for my cousin, fu' couthy and sweet, And how her new shoony fit her auld shackl'd feet; He begged, for gudesake! I wad be his wife, So, e'en to preserve the poor body in life, I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow, I think I maun wed him to-morrow. WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE DO WI' AN AULD MAN? Burns is indebtea to an old song for the following happy and very graphic verses. They were written for Johnson's Museum. Tune.-What can a lassie do? WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, He's always compleenin' frae mornin' to eʼenin', He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers, My auld auntie Katie upon me taks pity, I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan: I'll cross him, and wrack him, until I heart-break him, And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan. HEY FOR A LASS WI' A TOCHER. Your Hey for a lass wi' a tocher' is excellent, and with you the subject is new indeed. It is the first time I have seen you debasing the god of soft desire into an amateur of acres and guineas.-Thomson. Tune.-Balinamona ora. AWA wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms, The slender bit beauty you grasp in your arms; z Mother. a Coughs. c Stupid. ¿Creeps, or walks crazily d Sorrow. O gie me the lass that has acres o' charms, gie me the lass wi' the weel-stockit farms. CHORUS. Then hey for a luss wi' a tocher,e Your beauty's a flower in the morning that blows, knowes, And ev'n when this beauty your bosom has blest, The brightest o' beauty may cloy when possest; But the sweet yellow darlings wi' Geordie imprest, The langer ye hae them—the mair they're carest. Then hey, &c. THE BIG-BELLY'D BOTTLE. To two old bottle' songs we are partly indebted for the following verses. From the one the Poet has borrowed the title; from the other the tune. Tune.-Prepare, my dear brethren, to the tavern let's fly. No churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesman or soldier to plot or to fight, No sly man of business contriving some snare, For a big-belly'd bottle's the whole of my care. The peer I don't envy, I give him his bow; I scorn not the peasant, though ever so low; But a club of good fellows, like those that are here, And a bottle like this, are my glory and care. Here passes the squire on his brother-his horse; There centum per centum the cit with his purse; ✔ A marriage portion f Hillocks. Ewes. |