This chap will dearly like our kin',d

So leezee me on thee, Robin.

'Guid faith,' quo' scho, I doubt you, Sir, Ye gar the lasses ✶✶✶ ✶

But twenty fauts ye may hae waur

So blessin's on thee, Robin !'

Robin was a rovin' boy,

Rantin' rovin', rantin' rovin';

Robin was a rovin' boy,

Rantin' rovin' Robin.

WHEN FIRST I CAME TO STEWART KYLE. A Fragment.

Tune.-I had a horse and I had nae mair

WHEN first I came to Stewart Kyle,
My mind it was na steady,

Where er I gaed, where'er I rade

A mistress still I had ay:

But when I came roun' by Mauchline town,
Not dreadin' ony body,

My heart was caught before I thought,
And by a Mauchline lady.h

MONTGOMERIE'S PEGGY.

A Fragment.

Tune.-Galla Water.

ALTHO' my bed were in yon muir,
Amang the heather, in my pladdie,
Yet happy, happy would I be

Had I my dear Montgomerie's Peggy.

When o'er the hill beat surly storms,
And winter nights were dark and rainy;

d Kind, sex. e A phrase of congratulatory endearment.

f Worse.

g Went.

h Jean Armour, afterwards Mrs. Burns.

I'd seek some dell, and in my arms
I'd shelter dear Montgomerie's Peggy.-
Were I a baron proud and high,

And horse and servants waiting ready,
Then a' 'twad gie o' joy to me,

The sharin''t with Montgomerie's Peggy.

O RAGING FORTUNE'S WITHERING BLAST.
A Fragment.

O RAGING fortune's withering blast
Has laid my leaf full low! O
O raging fortune's withering blast
Has laid my leaf full low! O.
My stem was fair, my bud was green,
My blossom sweet did blow; O
The dew fell fresh, the sun rose mild,
And made my branches grow; 0.
But luckless fortune's northern storms
Laid a' my blossoms low, O

But luckless fortune's northern storms
Laid a' my blossoms low, O.

HERE'S A HEALTH TO THEM THAT'S AWA. The first three verses of this excellent patriotic song were first published in the Edinburgh Magazine for 1818, from a manuscript in the hand-writing of Burns. The remaining two verses appeared sometime after in the same Periodical, with a note by the Editor, proving their authenticity. The first complete copy of the song was printed in a little volume entitled, "The Lyric Muse of Robert Burns,' published in 1819, by the late John Smith, bookseller, Montrose.

HERE's a health to them that's awa,

And here's to them that's awa;

And wha winnal wish guid luck to our cause,
May never guid luck be their fa'!k

It's guid to be merry and wise,

It's guid to be honest and true,

It's guid to support Caledonia's cause,
And bide by the buff and the blue.

Here's a health to them that's awa,
And here's to them that 's awa;

Here's a health to Charlie, the chief o' the clan, Altho' that his band be sma'.

May liberty meet wi' success!

May prudence protect her frae evil!

May tyrants and tyranny tinel in the mist,

And wander their way to the devil!

Here's a health to them that 's awa,
And here's to them that's awa;

Here's a health to Tammie, the Norland laddie,
That lives at the lugm o' the law!

Here's freedom to him that wad read,

Here's freedom to him that wad write! [heard, There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should be But they wham the truth wad indite.

Here's a health to them that's awa,

And here's to them that''s awa;

Here's Maitland and Wycombe, and wha does na
We'll build in a hole o' the wa'.

Here's timmern that's red at the heart,
Here's fruit that 's sound at the core !

[like 'em,

May he that would turn the buff and blue coat, Be turn'd to the back o' the door.

Here's a health to them that's awa,

And here's to them that's awa;

[gowd,

Here's Chieftain M'Leod, a Chieftain worth

Though bred amang mountains o' snaw! Here's friends on baith sides o' the Forth,

And friends on baith sides o' the Tweed, And wha would betray old Albion's rights, May they never eat of her bread.

Be lost.

m The ear; i. e. close to.

n Timber, wood.

THE PLOUGHMAN.

This and the two following Fragments are excelent; the second 'The Winter it is past, &c.' is particularly so. It is conceived is the spirit, and expressed in the manner, of the old ballad. As I was wand'ring ae morning in spring, I heard a young Ploughman sae sweetly to sing, And as he was singing thir° words he did say— There's nae life like the Ploughman in the month o' sweet May.

'The lav'rock in the morning she 'll rise frae her nest,

And mount to the air wi' the dew on her breast, And wi' the merry Ploughman she 'll whistle and

sing,

And at night she 'll return to her nest back again.'

THE WINTER IT IS PAST, &c.
A Fragment.

THE winter it is past, and the summer comes at last,
And the small birds sing on every tree;
Now every thing is glad, while I am very sad,
Since my true love is parted from me.

The rose upon the brier by the waters running

clear,

May have charms for the linnet or the bee;

Their little loves are blest, and their little hearts at But my true love is parted from me.

DAMON AND SYLVIA.

A Fragment.

YON wand'ring rill, that marks the hill,
And glances o'er the brae, Sir,
Slides by a bower where mony a flower,
Sheds fragrance on the day, Sir.

• These.

[rest,

There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay:
To love they thought nae crime, Sir;
The wild-birds sang, the echoes rang,
While Damon's heart beat time, Sir.

POLLY STEWART.

This happy little song was written for the Museum. It is an early production.

Tune.-Ye're welcome, Charlie Stewart.

CHORUS.

O lovely Polly Stewart,

O charming Polly Stewart,

There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May,
That's half so fair as thou art.

THE flower it blaws, it fades, it fa's,
And art can ne'er renew it;

But worth and truth eternal youth

Will gie to Polly Stewart.

May he whase arms shall fauld thy charins,

Possess a leal and true heart;

To him be given to ken the heaven

He grasps in Polly Stewart!
lovely, &c.

THERE WAS A BONNIE LASS.
A Fragment.

THERE was a bonnie lass, and a bonnie, bonnie
And she lo'ed her bonnie laddie dear; [lass,
Till war's loud alarms tore her laddie frae her arms,
Wi' monie a sigh and tear.

Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly He still was a stranger to fear:

[roar,

And nochtp could him quell, or his bosom assail, But the bonnie lass he lo'ed sae dear.

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