The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, Where is thy place of blissful rest? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? FOR THE SAKE OF SOMEBODY.* Tune-"For the sake of somebody." My heart is sair, I darena tell, I could wake a winter night I could range the world around, * Traditionary versions of this song are often to be met with; Ramsay gives one, which has supplied Burns with several lines, but the oldest one I have met with, says Mr Buchan, is as follows: Were I oblig'd to beg my bread, And knew not where to hide my head, Unto yon village I would speed, And spend my life wi' somebody. Dear sweet somebody, I would wake a winter's night, Ye Powers, that smile on virtuous love, Frae ilka danger keep him free, Oh-hey! for somebody! I wad do-what wad I not? Gin I were changed like a midge, Gin I were changed like the crow, Now gin I live and brook my life, That same dear body's be my wife, And I'll keep her free frae care and strife, And love and cherish somebody, Dear sweet somebody; I would wake a winter's night For the sake o' somebody. In the west of Scotland we have often met with the following set: This weary warld disturbs my rest, Love rages in my wounded breast, For thinking on my somebody. O my dear sweet somebody; The verdure o' the opening spring, THE GALLANT WEAVER.* WHERE Cart rins rowing to the sea, Than round her waist my arms to fling, O my dear sweet somebody; O were I king ower a' the globe, O my dear sweet somebody; I've been in France, I've been in Spain, So now I am come back again, Just for to wed my somebody. O my dear sweet somebody, That's dearly lov'd by somebody. M. We have heard it stated, out not on such authority as we can entirely depend upon, that Mrs Burns was sent to Paisley by her parents to be confined of her first child, which circumstance may account for the poet's seeking to commemorate in verse the river which intersects that populous and interesting manufacturing town. The house pointed out to us as that occupied by the poet's wife in her temporary concealment is now taken down. It was opposite the Tennis Court, and was vulgarly called the "Deil's Elbow," for what reason we could never discover.-M. Oh I had wooers aught or nine, My daddie sign'd my tocher-band, While birds rejoice in leafy bowers; While corn grows green in simmer showers, COMING THrough the RYE.t Tune-"Coming through the Rye." COMING through the rye, poor body, Coming through the rye. Jenny's a' wat, poor body, Gin a body meet a body— * In some editions sailor is substituted for weaver. + Under this title there are so many traditionary versions that it is almost needless to give any particular set. Burns dressed up the old words for the Museum with his usual felicity, although it must be confessed, he has retained a good deal of the raciness of the original; but like the bee, he gathers honey from every flower, however poisonous.-M. Gin a body kiss a body- Gin a body meet a body She draiglet a' her petticoatie, HAD I THE WYTE.* Tune-"Had I the wyte, she bade me.' HAD I the wyte, had I the wyte, Sae craftily she took me ben, And bade me make nae clatter; Whae'er shall I wanted grace, say When I did kiss and dawte her, * The tune to which this song is composed and many of the words are old. It is said that the air to which Burns originally wrote these words was "Come kiss wi' me, and clap wi' me," a rather licentious ditty. We have not lost much by the oblivion into which these old strains have fallen.-M. |