And ay the night comes round again, BLYTHE HAE I BEEN ON YON HILL. 'Liggeram cosh" is a delightful air. I have become such an enthusiast about it, that I have made a song for it, which I think is not in my worst manner.-Letter to Mr. Thomson. TUNE-Liggeram cosh. BLYTHE hae I been on yon hill, Care and anguish seize me. Heavy, heavy is the task, Hopeless love declaring: Underneath the grass-green sod JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. In the first volume of a collection, entitled "Poetry, Original and Selected," published by Brash and Reid, of Glasgow, in 1801, this song is inserted, with four additional stanzas, said to be by Robert Burns. Of these additional stanzas, Dr. Currie says, "Every reader of discernment will see they are by an inferior band." JOHN ANDERSON, my jo,' John, Your locks were like the raven, 1 Sweetheart.-2 Sinooth. But now your brow is bald, John, John Anderson, my jo, John, OLD AGE. 'This song," says Allan Cunningham, "has never been a favorite. Youth wishes to enjoy the golden time upon its hands, and age is far from fond of chanting of declining strength, white pows, and general listlessness." TUNE-The death of the Linnet. BUT lately seen in gladsome green Thro' gentle showers the laughing flowers In double pride were gay: But now our joys are fled, On winter blasts awa; Yet maiden May, in rich array, Again shall bring them a'. But my white pow,3 nae kindly thowe Shall melt the snaws of age; My trunk of eild," but buss or bield, Oh, age has weary days, And nights o' sleepless pain: Thou golden time o' youthfu' prime, 1 Gray hairs.-2 Cheerful. - Head.-4 Thaw. Old age.shelter. 6 Without MARY MORRISON. "Mary Morrison," says Burns in a letter to Thomson, "is one of my juvenile works. I do not think it very remarkable, either for its merits or demerits." All his critics and commentators, however, agree in thinking it one of the best songs he ever wrote. TUNE-Bide ye yet. O MARY, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trysted' hour; Yestreen, when to the trembling string, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, The thought o' Mary Morrison. SWEETEST MAY. Altered from Allan Ramsay's song: "There's my thumb, I'll ne'er beguile thee." Tea Table Miscellany, vol. i. p. 70. SWEETEST May, let love inspire thee; 'Appointed.-2 Dust in motion.-3 Hall.-4 Fine.- Give. As thy constant slave regard it; Proof o' shot to birth or money, LOVELY NANCY. Burns frequently went to the Bible for some of his finest sentiments. The two lines "Turn away these eyes of love, Lest I die with pleasure," are almost the same as the following passage in the Song of Solomon, chap. vi. ver. 5: “Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me,”. HUSBAND AND WIFE. TUNE-My jo, Janet. This song was written for Mr. Thomson's collection. "Tell me," says Burns, in a letter to that gentleman, dated December, 1793, "how you like my song to 'Jo, Janet.'"' SHE. HUSBAND, husband, cease your strife, Yet I am not your slave, sir. HE. One of two must still obey, Is it man or woman, say, SHE. If 'tis still the lordly word, HE. Sad will I be, so bereft, Yet I'll try to make a shift, My spouse, Nancy. SHE. My poor heart then break it must, Think, think how you will bear it. HE. I will hope and trust in Heaven, Strength to bear it will be given, |