The lily it is pure, and the lily it is fair, The hawthorn I will pu', wi' its locks o' siller grey, The woodbine I will pu' when the e'ening star is near, I'll tie the posie round wi' the silken band o' luve, I'll join the scented birk, to the breathing eglantine, I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view, The morning's fragrance breathing like her sweet bonnie mou; The hyacinth, of constancy the symbol, shall be seen, And a' to be a posie to my ain dear Jean. I'll pu' the lily pure, that adorns the dewy vale, The richly blooming hawthorn, that scents the vernal gale, And a' to be a posie to my ain dear Jean. The woodbine I will pu' when the e'ening star is near, Gemm'd wi' diamond drops o' dew, like her twa' een sae clear, The violet all modesty, the odour-breathing bean, And a' to be a posie to my ain dear Jean. I'll tie the posie round with the silken band o' luve, And I'll place it in her bosom, and I'll pray the powers above. That to our latest breath o' life, the band may aye remain, And this will be a posie to my ain dear Jean. M. AFTON WATER. Tune-"The yellow-haired laddie." FLOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen, How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills, How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, * Afton-Water is the stream on which stands Afton-lodge: to which Mrs Stewart removed from Stair.-Afton-lodge was Mrs Stewart's property from her father. The song was presented to her in return for her notice, the first he ever received from any person in her rank of life.- Currie. THE LOVELY LASS OF INVERNESS. Tune-"Lass of Inverness." THE lovely lass o' Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see ; Their winding sheet the bluidy clay, That ever blest a woman's e'e! O MAY, THY MORN. Tune-"May thy Morn." O MAY, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet, And private was the chamber: And dear, &c. And here's to them, that, like oursel, And here's to them that wish us weel, * Culloden Moor. William, Duke of Cumberland. And here's to them, we darena tell, And here's to, &c. O, WAT YE WHA'S IN YON TOWN ?* Tune "I'll aye ca' in by yon town." O, WAT 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, The sun blinks blithe in yon town, And dearest bliss, is Lucy fair. The heroine of this song, Mrs Oswald, of Auchineruive, Ayrshire, (formerly Miss Lucy Johnstone,) died lately at Lisbon. This most accomplished and most lovely woman was worthy of this beautiful strain of sensibility, which will convey some impression of her attractions to other generations. The song is written in the character of her husband, as the reader will have observed by our bard's letter to Mr Syme, enclosing this song, in Vol. ii. (1799.)-Currie. It is well known and quite apparent, that this song was written on Mrs Burns, when she was Miss Armour, but from certain and uncertain circumstances was not published in the first editions. When it was published, the name was Jeanie, not Lucy, and must have been merely altered afterwards to suit Mrs Oswald.-H. Without my love, not a' the charms And welcome Lapland's dreary sky. My cave wad be a lover's bower, That I wad tent and shelter there. O, sweet is she in yon town, Yon sinkin sun's gane down upon; His setting beam ne'er shone upon. If angry fate is sworn my foe, And suffering I am doom'd to bear; For while life's dearest blood is warm, She has the truest, kindest heart. THE BLUE-EYED LASSIE.* I GAED a waefu' gate yestreen, Twa lovely een o' bonnie blue. *The heroine of this song was Miss Jean Jeffrey, daughter of the minister of Lochmaben. This lady, now Mrs Renwick, after residing sometime in Liverpool, ultimately settled with her husband in New-York, North America. Mr Riddell of Glenriddell composed the air. "Alace, I vyit zour twa fair ene," is the title of an old Scottish lyric mentioned in the Complaynt of Scotland, which is now lost.-M. |