THE POSIE. The air of this song was taken down from the singing of Mrs. Burns. The following is the first verse of the old song to the same tune "There was a pretty May, and a milking she went, seen, O LUVE will venture in where it daur na weeld be [been; O luve wili venture in, where wisdom ance has But I will down yon river rove, among the wood sae green, And a' to pu' a posie to my ain dear May. The primrose I will pu', the firstlin' o' the year, And I will pu' the pink, the emblem o' my dear, For she's the pink o' womankind, and blooms without a peer; And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view, [mou; For it's like a baumy kiss o' her bonnie sweet The hyacinth's for constancy, wi' its unchanging And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. [blue, The lily it is pure, and the lily it is fair, And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. The woodbine I will pu' when the e'ening star is [clear; And the diamond-draps o' dew shall be her een sae near, The violet's for modesty, which weel she fa's to GLOOMY DECEMBER. The old air, Wat ye how the play began,' to which this song was written, is lively-the words plaintive. Burns frequently united music and poetry together, without considering much the natural dispositions of the parties. ANCE mairf I hail thee, thou gloomy December! Ance mair I hail thee, wi' sorrow and care; Sad was the parting thou makes me remember, Parting wi' Nancy, oh, ne'er to meet mair! Fond lovers' parting is sweet painful pleasure; Hope beaming mild on the soft parting hour; But the dire feeling, O farewell for ever, Is anguish unmingled and agony pure. Wild as the winter now tearing the forest, Till the last leaf of the summer is flown, Such is the tempest has shaken my bosom, Since my last hope and last comfort is gone; Still as I hail thee, thou gloomy December, Still shall I hail thee wi' sorrow and care; For sad was the parting thou makes me remember, Parting wi' Nancy, oh, ne'er to meet mair! BONNIE BELL. In the Edinburgh Miscellany,' 1809, a copy of this song is printed with two additional verses; but they do not appear to be the work of Burns. THE smiling Spring comes in rejoicing, And surly Winter grimly flies: ƒ Once more. Now crystal clear are the falling waters, The flowery Spring leads sunny Summer, THE GALLANT WEAVER. In some of the earlier editions of this song, sailor' is substituted for weaver.' Tune. The auld wife ayont the fine. WHERE Carts rins rowin'h to the sea, Oh I had wooers aught or nine, My daddie sign'd my tocher-band, While birds rejoice in leafy bowers; While bees rejoice in opening flowers; While corn grows green in simmer showers, The name of a river. Would be lost. A Runs rolling. i Eight. Marriage-bond. A RED, RED ROSE. The air and the first verse of this song are taken from an old O, MY luve's like a red, red rose, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, While the sands of life shall run. ON THE BATTLE OF SHERIFF-MUIR, Between the Duke of Argyle and the Earl of Mar fought Nov. 13, 1715. Tune.-The Cameronian Rant, 'O CAM ye here the fight to shun, • Ditch. m Go. p Sigh. r Clouds. t Aimed at. The red-coat lads wi' black cockades [clash'd, They hack'd and hash'd, while broad swords And thro' they dash'd, and hew'd and smash'd, But had you seen the philibegs, When in the teeth they dar'd our whigs, The chase gaed frae the north, man: The horsemen back to Forth, man ; My sister Kate cam up the gate u Vomiting. w Foe. A short petticoat worn by the Highlanders. c Swoon. d Doves. |