The Deil he could na scaith' thee, And say, "I canna wrang thee." Return again, fair Leslie! Return to Caledonia! That we may brag, we hae a lass ON A BANK OF FLOWERS, ETC. Written for the "Museum" to the beautiful old melody "The lady of the flowery field," included in Ritson's "Desiderata in Scottish Song," since published in the Scots Magazine for Jan. 1802. On a bank of flowers, in a summer day, For summer lightly drest, The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, With love and sleep opprest: When Willie, wandering through the wood, He gazed, he wish'd, he fear'd, he blush'd, Her closed eyes, like weapons sheathed, Her lips, still as she fragrant breathed, The springing lilies sweetly prest, He gazed, he wish'd, he fear'd, he blush'd, Her robes, light waving in the breeze, Her lovely form, her native ease, All harmony and grace! 1 Injure.-2 Above.-3 Tend, guard.-4 Molest. Tumultuous tides his pulses roll, As flies the partridge from the brake, So Nelly, starting, half awake, But Willie follow'd-as he should, THE BANKS OF CREE. The air of this song was composed by Lady Elizabeth Heron, of Heron. The Cree is a beautiful romantic stream in Galloway. HERE is the glen, and here the bower, 'Tis not Maria's whispering call; It is Maria's voice I hear! So calls the wood-lark in the grove, At once 'tis music-and 'tis love! And art thou come? and art thou true? YOUNG PEGGY. This is one of the Poet's earliest compositions. It is copied from a MS book which he had before his first publication.-Cromek. TUNE-The last time I came owre the moor. YOUNG Peggy blooms our bonniest lass, Her eyes outshine the radiant beams Her lips more than the cherries bright, Were fortune lovely Peggy's foe, Detraction's eye no harm can join Ye powers of honor, love, and truth, The destinies intend her: THENIEL MENZIE'S BONNIE MARY. This song was communicated by Burns to the Musical Museum, with a mark, denoting it to be an old song with alterations or additions. As ha published "Auld Lang Syne," and several of his songs, in a similar way, and as the new of "Bonnie Mary" cannot be known from the old, there is reason to believe it one of his own songs. IN coming by the brig of Dye,1 At Dartlet we a blink did tarry; We lap an' danced the lee-lang night, Was Theniel Menzie's bonnie Mary. LASSIE WI' THE LINT-WHITE LOCKS. "This song," says Burns, has at least the merit of being a regular pastoral. The vernal morn, the summer noon, the autumnal evening, and the winter night, are all regularly rounded." TUNE-Rothiemurchus' Rant. Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, Wilt thou be my dearie O? A small river in Kincardineshire, near the birthplace of the Poet's father. Now nature cleeds' the flowery lea, And when the welcome simmer-shower When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray, And when the howling wintry blast O WAT YE WHA'S IN YON TOWN. The subject of this song was a lady, who afterwards died at Lisbon. Burns writes in the character of her husband. She was an accomplished and lovely woman, and worthy of this beautiful strain of sensibility. TUNE-I'll gang nae raair to yon town. OH wats ye wha's in yon town, Now haply down yon gay green shaw, How blest ye birds that round her sing, And doubly welcome be the spring, 1 Clothes.-2 2 Every.-3 To wot. |