Let fortune's gifts at random flee, Bonnie lassie, &c. BIRKS OF ABERGELDIE. Bonnie lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go, To the birks o' Abergeldie? A gown o' silk, a gown o' silk, Na, kind sir, I darena gang, Wad she flyte, wad she flyte, Sair, sair, wad she flyte, And sair wad she ban me. M. CLARINDA. CLARINDA, mistress of my soul, To what dark cave of frozen night We part—but by these precious drops No other light shall guide my steps, She, the fair sun of all her sex, THE YOUNG HIGHLAND ROVER.* Tune "Morag." LOUD blaw the frosty breezes, The snaws the mountains cover; Like winter on me seizes, Since my young Highland Rover *The young Highland Rover is supposed to be the young Chevalier, Prince Charles Edward.-Currie. I should rather think the Lord Lewis Gordon is meant here. -H. -- Where'er he go, where'er he stray, The trees now naked groaning, And every flower be springing. MUSING ON THE ROARING OCEAN.* Tune "Druimion dubh.” MUSING on the roaring ocean, Hope and fear's alternate billow Ye whom sorrow never wounded, Composed by the poet in compliment to Mrs M'Lauchlan, whose husband was an officer, at that period serving in the East Indies. Gentle night, do thou befriend me; RAVING WINDS AROUND HER BLOWING.* Tune-"M'Grigor of Ruara's Lament." RAVING winds around her blowing, "Farewell hours that late did measure "O'er the past too fondly wandering, • This was written in compliment to Miss Isabella M'Leod, of Raza, now Mrs Ross, a very great friend of the poet. In it Burns very feelingly alludes to some distressing domestic bereavements, which that lady had to suffer. STAY, MY CHARMER, CAN YOU LEAVE ME? Tune-"An Gille dubh ciar dhubh." STAY, my charmer, can you leave me ? Cruel, cruel to deceive me! Well you know how much you grieve me; By my love so ill requited; THICKEST NIGHT O'ERHANG MY DWELLING.* Tune-"Strathallan's Lament." THICKEST night o'erhang my dwelling! Crystal streamlets gently flowing, Busy haunts of base mankind, "The air," says Burns, "is the composition of one of the best of men living: Allan Masterton, schoolmaster, in Edinburgh. As he and I were both sprouts of Jacobitism we agreed to dedicate the words and air to that cause. To tell the truth, except when my passions were heated by some accidental cause, my Jacobitism was merely by the way of vive la bagatelle." Strathallan, it is presumed, was one of the followers of the young Chevalier, and is supposed to be lying concealed in some cave of the Highlands, after the battle of Culloden. This song was written before the year 1788. |