The sky was blue, the wind was still, I kent her heart was a' my ain; I lock'd her in my fond embrace; But by the moon and stars sae bright, I hae been blithe wi' comrades dear; Corn rigs an' barley rigs, And corn rigs are bonnie; THE BLUE-EYED LASSIE. The lady, in honor of whose blue eyes this fine song was written, was Miss Jeffrey of Lochmaben, now (1825) residing at New York, in America-a wife and a mother. -Allan Cunningham. TUNE-The blathrie o't. I GAED' a waefu' gate yestreen, Went.-2 Way, manner, road 'Twas not her golden ringlets bright; It was her een sae bonnie blue. She talk'd, she smiled, my heart she wyled,' BLYTHE WAS SHE. This song was written during a visit of the Poet at Ochtertyre with Sir William Murray. The lady, whom it celebrates, and who was there at the time, was Miss Euphemia Murray, of Lentrose. She was called, by way of eminence, the Flower of Strathmore. The chorus is from an old song of the same measure. TUNE-Andro and his cutty gun. Blythe, blythe, and merry was she, And blythe in Glenturit glen. By Ochtertyre grows the aik,* On Yarrow banks the birken shaw;" But Phemie was a bonnier lass Than braes o' Yarrow ever saw. Her looks were like a flower in May, She trippéd by the banks of Ern, Her bonnie face it was as meek As onie lamb upon a lee; 1 Beguiled.-2 A shooting pain.-3 The country kitchen and parlor.4 Oak. A small wood. The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet The Highland hills I've wander'd wide, DECEMBER NIGHT. This song was first printed in Johnson's "Musical Museum." "The contrast of the first and last verses," says an eminent critic and poet, "is very great, yet very natural. The Poet imagines himself warmed with wine, and seated among his companions, to whom he announces, as the glass goes round, the attractions of his mistress, and his good fortune in her affections. His confidence goes no farther ;-the name of his love is not to be told; and for this poetical tyranny there is no remedy." O MAY, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet, As the mirk night o' December; For sparkling was the rosy wine, And private was the chamber: And dear was she I dare na name, But I will ay remember. And dear was she, &c. And here's to them, that like oursel, And here's to them, &c. PEGGY'S CHARMS. "This song I composed on one of the most accomplished of women, Miss Peggy Chalmers that was, now Mrs. Lewis Hay, of Forbes & Co.'s Bank, Edinburgh."Burns's Reliques. TUNE-Neil Gow's Lament for Abercairney. WHERE braving angry winter's storms, Far in the shade my Peggy's charms First blest my wondering eyes: As one who by some savage stream Blest be the wild, sequester'd shade, Burns TAM GLEN. haitted this song to several of his friends as a lyric of the olden time, and heard it praised before he acknowledged it his own. The old "Tam Glen'. however, has assisted both in the conception and expression of the new. TUNE-The mucking o' Geordie's byre. My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie,' But what will I do wi' Tam Glen? I'm thinking, wi' sic a braw fellow, There's Lowrie, the laird o' Drumeller, But when will he dance like Tam Glen? My minnie' does constantly deave3 me, But wha can think sae o' Tam Glen? 1 A female confidante.-2 Lend.-3 Poverty.-4 Fend; to live comfortably - Must not.- Into the parlor.-7 Mother.-8 To deafen. My daddie says, gin' I'll forsake him, Yestreen, at the valentines' dealing, The last Halloween I was waukin" Some counsel, dear Tittie, don't tarry; YOUNG JOCKEY. First published in the Reliques, from a copy communicated to the editor, YOUNG Jockey was the blythest lad My Jockey toils upon the plain, Thro' wind and sleet, thro' frost and snaw; When Jockey's owsen" hameward ca'.16 1 If-2 An hundred.-3 Must.-4 Yesternight.-5 To rise or rear like a horse. Stiffening, or thickening. Wet.-8 Shirt.-9 If.-10 Plough.11 Praised.-12 Elegantly formed.-13 Mouth.-14 Grass fields.—15 Oxen.16 Drive. |