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PRINTED FOR G. THOMSON, TORK-PLAC^,

BY J. MOIR.

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The Publisher, having already had occasion to check several Piracies from the SoNGS of Burns-, annexes, for the information of all. whom It concerns, the follo-wing Certificate, from the Original In the Poet's hand-writing.

" I DO hereby certify, that all the Songs of my writing, published, and to be published, by " Mr. George Thomson of Edinburgh, are so published by my authority. And moreover, that " / never empowered any other person to publish any nf the Songs written by mc for his Work, " And I authorise him to prosecute any person or persons who shall publish or vend any of those « Songs without his consent. In testimony whereof, &c. ROBERT BURNS."

Lately Published by George Thomson, and to be had at his house in Tori-P/ace, Edinburgh ; or at T. Preston's, N°. 97. Strand, London 5 the following Works .:

Six Grand Sonatas for the Piano-Forte, in Two Books ; — the middle and last movements o£ which are founded upon Scotlsh subjects, with Accompaniments, composed by Pleyel. — Also^

Six Grand Sonatas for the Piano-Forte, upon a similar plan, with Accompaniments, compos- ed by Kozeluch.

In these Works, the first movement of each Sonata, (the subject of the Composer's own fancy)^ forms a delightful variety, contrasted with the familiar subjects of the middle and last Move- ments. And the Publisher flatters himself they will be found two of the most interesting Works- for the Piano-Forte ever offered to the Public. A spurious work, a wretched imitation of the first-mentioned Sonatas, having been published by J. Dale, Music-seller, London, with Pleyel's Name on the TItle-fage, those conmilssloning the Genuine Work should caution their Corre- spondents against that gross Imposition ; observing that each Book of the Real Sonatas is sub- ■scribed on the Titk-poge in the same manner with each Book of these Songs, by

G. THOMSON.

PREFACE.

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JL HE Scotish Melodies have ever been admired for their originality, sweetness, and pathos ; and many of tliem for their exhilerating gaiety and spirit. Various Collections of these have been offered to the Pubhc, but all of them more or less defective and exceptionable. Formed, without much care or research, they are in general fdled with whatever could most easily be gathered. In none of the Collections do we meet with many fine Airs, without a large inter- mixture of trifling and inferior tunes, nor in any Collection do we find Accompaniments to the Airs, wliich can be pronounced both masterly, and well adapted for general perforrhance. And, with respect to the Verses joined t the Airs, there are in all the Collections too many that debase the Music,

To furnish a Collection of all the fine Airs, both of the plaintive and lively kind, unmixed with trifling and inferior ones : — to obtain the most suitable and finished Accompaniments, with the addition of characteristic Symphonies, to introduce and conclude each Air : — and to substitute congenial and interesting Songs, every way worthy of the Music, in the room of insipid or exceptionable Verses, were the great objects of the present Publication.

The first object was to procure the Airs in their best form. What their precise original form may have been, can- not now be ascertained. Although we go back to the earliest printed Collection, it is far from certain that the Airs are there presented to us as they came from the Composers ; for they had been preserved we know not how long, by oral tradition, and thus were hable to changes before being collected. Nor is it at all certain that the earliest Collec- tors had industry to seek, opportunity to find, and musical taste to select and hand down the Airs in their most ap- proved form. There is no doubt, however, that, in the progress of the Airs to modern times, they have in some parts been delicately moulded by judicious Singers, into a more pleasing form than that given to them by the early Pub- lishers. In selecting the Airs for this Work, the Editor not only carefully examined and collated all the Collec- tions, but likewise consulted such intelligent friends as he knew to have been much conversant with their native mu- sic ; and he invariably preferred that set of every Air, printed or manuscript, which seemed the most simple and beautiful, freed, he trusts, from vulgar errors on the one hand, and redundant graces on the other.

The Symphonies and Accompaniments next engaged his solicitude. For the composition of these, he entered into terms with Mr Pleyel, who fulfilled part of his engagement very satisfactorily ; but having then deserted it, the Editor, after a fruitless correspondence With him, which retarded the progress of the Work for years, at length found it necessary to turn his eyes elsewhere. He was so fortunate, however, assisted by the good offices of a Gentleman at Vienna, as to engage Mr Kozeluch and Dr Haydn, to proceed with the Work, which they have finished in such a manner, as to leave him without any other regret, but that of having so long delayed his application to them. The Scotish Melodies can now boast of Symphonies and Accompaniments by the most distinguished Composers existing. Of the hundred Airs already published, thirty -two have Symphonies and Accompapaniments by Pleyel * ; the rest of the Number are by Kozeluch, who lately revised these, corrected all the mistakes that had crept into the first edition, and simplified and improved Nos. 29, 36, 46, 51, 53, 55, 60, 68, 74, 88, and 94, of his Symphonies and Accompani- ments. Those remaining, and now preparing for publication, with exception of a few from Kozeluch, are by Haydn.

The Symphonies form an Introduction and Conclusion to each Air, so characteristic, so elegant, and so delightful, and comprise such a rich Collection of new and original Pieces, that they must be regarded by every Musical Ama- teur as an invaluable Appendage to the Airs.

The Accompaniments are admirably calculated to support the Voice, and to beautify the Airs, without any ten- dency to overpower the Singer. Instead of a Thorough-bass denoted by figures, which very few can play with any propriety, the harmony is plainly express'd in musical Notes, which every young Lady may execute correctly. Here therefore the Piano-Forte will alone be found a most satisfactory Accompaniment in Chamber singing. At the same time, when the Violin and Violoncello are joined to the Piano-Forte, they certainly enrich the effect highly f .

Besides the Symphonies and Accompaniments, Second-voice parts have been composed by those great Masters, for such of the Airs as seemed best fitted to be sung as Duetts, while the Airs themselves remain untouched, and may still be sung by a single voice, as formerly. They have made the same addition to each of the Chorusses of the Songs, never before harmonized, but hitherto sung either by one voice, or by different voices in unison.

* The first 25, with Nos. 76, 78, 80, 82, 84, 86, and 92.

f Haydn formerly composed Accompaniments to part of another Collection of Scotish Songs, but imthout any Symphonies, which have afforded him a happy opportmiity of drawing from his inexhaustible fancy, those exquisite combinations and inimitable touches that render his compositions more and more enchanting the oftener they are heard. These Symphonies are to be found In this Work only : — and. In lieu of a figured bass for the Piano-Forte, as in the Collection alluded to, he has here given a delicate Accompaniment in Notes for both hands.

Rousseau, in his Musical Dictionary, under the article Accompaniment, has shewn the disadvantage and the difficulty of playing the harmony kora. figures. Those signs, he observes, are eq^uivoc?!, obscure, and insufEcient, as they seldom determine with- any exactness the nature of the

Among Critics, it may be a question whether Pleyel, Kozekich, or Haydn, has display'd' the happiest style in what they have done for this Work. But, without entering into such an enquiry, the Amateur of genuine taste will feel that each has his excellencies, and that a greater variety is obtained from the three, than could have been expected from' one of them. No purpose is answered, says a beautiful writer, by disputing v/hether the grape, the nectarine, or the pine-apple, be the most delicious fruit.

Although the Music will probably be deemed the principal attraction in a work of this kind, yet the Poetical part seems no less deserving of attention. Dr Currie, in his truly elegant and interesting life of Burns, observes, that " there is no species of Poetry, the productions of the drama not excepted, so much calculated to influence the morals, " as well as the happiness of a people, as those popular Verses which are associated with national Airs, and which, be- " ing learnt in the years of infancy, make a deep impression on the heart, before the evolution of the powers of the " understanding." Upon the Poetry, however, some of the Publishers of former Collections appear to have bestoWed very little consideration. Wliatever Verses were attached to the Airs by their predecessors, they have generally re- tained, whether proper or improper ; and when they picked up Airs unprovided with Verses, they seem to have content- ed themselves with any that chance threw in their way. It was necessary, therefore, to review the whole of the Poetry with a critical eye. But, in considering what Songs should be retained, or excluded, the Editor has not allowed him-, self to be guided by the desire of needless innovation : on the contrary, he has been scrupulously care|ld to remove those doggerel rhymes only, by which the Music has been debased ; giving place to none inconsistent with that deli- cacy of the Sex, which in too many publications of this sort has been shamefully disregarded.

Mr Burns, whose enthusiasm for Caledonian Music and Song, Was only equalled by his poetical talents, no sooner heard of the Editor's plan, than he signified his warm approbation of it, and in the most liberal and cordial manner un- dertook to contribute every aid in his power for rendering the Collection as complete as possible. He has performed what he promised in a manner that transcends the most sanguine expectations formed by the Editor, having enriched the Work with the most exquisite Songs, both Scotish and English, that exist in any language ; they exibit all the charms of the Poet's genius in the utmost variety both of serious and humorous composition ; and every intelligent reader will contemplate his luxuriant fancy, his ardent feeling, and manly sentiment, and the impressive energy .and simplicity of his style, with equal wonder and delight. All his tender and impassioned Songs breathe the genuine, glowing, unaffected language of the heart ; while the scenes, the manners, the innocence, and the pleasures of rural life, are pourtrayed with a pencil so true to Nature, as to engage our warmest sympathies and admiration. Above One Hundred Songs from his pen alone appear in these volumes ! A few of these have been united to Airs different from the tunes which the Poet had first in view, but it will be found, that, in each of those particular cases, a match more suitable and congenial has been formed. Beside the Songs of Burns, the best of the anonymous old Songs are all here included, together with the most select ones of Ramsay, Crawford, Hamilton, Thomson, Mallet, Sraollet, Skinner, Macneill, and other Scotish Writers *. ,

The Editor being aware, however, that every English Singer may not take the trouble to understand some of the Songs written in the Scotish dialect, though a complete Glossary will accoinpany the concluding Volume ; and it be- ing his wish, from the beginning, to render this Work equally interesting in England as in Scotland, he has, along with each Scotish Song, (with a very few exceptions,) given one purely English, suited to the same Air; and even where the Verses attached to the Air are English, a second Song is frequently given, for the choice of the Singer. This addition to the Poetry must be acceptable to every person of taste ; as it will be found to include the most ad- mired Songs in the Enghsh language, besides many new ones written on purpose, a number of which come from the elegant and humorous pen of Dr Wolcot, better known by the whimsical appellation of Peter Pindar. The Edi-

intervals which they mean to indicate, but leave much to be understood and guessed at, consequently abundant room for error. He shews that Ac- companying, by what is called the rule of the octave, is also attended with great difficulty and embarrassment, and requires a continnal effort of thought. " No sooner (says he) have we formed an idea of one accord, but another presents itself to our consideration, and the moment of reflec- " tion is precisely that of execution !" — But why perplex the Amateurs of Music with unnecessary difficulties, that can only render the perform- ance imperfect ? Why use signs which require a long course of study and practice to comprehend, and, after all, are continually puzzling the player, when there is a general language, perfectly intelligible to every performer ? Let the Composer express his Accompaniment by Musical Notation, as in this Work ; there is then no ambiguity, and the correct performance of the harmony follows of course.

There are many persons, who never having cultivated Music, have little relish for Accompaniments, It will not be deriied, that, when a

Scotish Song is sung by a fine voice, and the words distinctly and feelingly expressed, it gives very great pleasure without any Accompaniment.

But every one conversant with Music, knows that the voice needs the support and guidance of an Accompaniment, otherwise that it insensibly falls from the pitch in which it set out 5 and that the Italians, who have numberless charming airs equally simple with the Scotish, always set Accom- paniments to them, not only for the purpose of supporting the voice, but to give variety and effect to the Song. Mr Price, in his admirable Es- say on the Picturesque, very justly remarks, that " the ear tires of a repetition of the same flowing strain, and by degrees acquires a relish for more " and more intricate combinations of harmony, and opposition of parts, which it takes in not only without confusion, but with that delight (the " only lasting one,) which is produced both from the effect of the whole, and the detail of the parts. At the same time, the acquired relish for such " artful combinations, so far from excluding, (except in narrow pedantic minds,) a taste for simple Melodies, heightens the enjoyment of them."

* Mr Burns had collected anecdotes respecting the origin of a number of these Songs, and the fair names to which tliey relate ) but his lament- ed death prevented a communication of them.

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tor -will venture to say, therefore, that a Collection of Lyric Poetry, Scotish and English, so truly excellent, never was before presented to the Public, f . ' -

In the foregoing account, the Editor is not conscious of any thing like exaggeration, well knowing that if the Work could not stand the test of a critical examination, panegyric would not save it from falling into oblivion, along with . the flimsy productions of the day. But he flatters himself that by the correctness and purity of the Melodies, joined to the Poetry of Burns alone, this Work n ill ever remain the standard of Scotish Music, and Scotish Song, indepen- dently of the other vakmble matter superadded to it. The Public indeed are so grossly imposed on by the quackery with which the most paltry Works are ushered into notice, as to justify some incredulity with res^iect to the merit of every new Collection of this kind. But, if the names of Pleyel, of Kozeluch, of Haydn, and of Burns, were in- sufficient to vouch for the present Work, the sale of a large edition has already stamped it with general approbation. The Editor projected the Work as the amusement of his leisure hours ;, but, of the labour, the difficulty, and the ex > pence of bringing it into its present shape, he might, with truth, say more than perhaps would be believed. — Although it has been his endeavour to include all the Scotish Airs and Songs worth preserving, some may have eluded his search, and he may have omitted others which are not without admirers ; at the same time, lie conceives that the Col- lection is extensive enough to satisfy the greatest enthusiast. It will consist of Eight Books or four Volumes, containing 200 Airs, and nearly double that number of Songs ; and each Volume will be embellished with a beautiful Engraving.

Some fine Airs,- of which' it is uncertain whether the origin be Scotish or Irish, are included, as well as a number known to be Irish, but now held as naturalized in Scotland ; all which are denoted in the Index, With respect to those of doubtful origin, it may have happened, that, by means of the Harpers or Pipers . Who used to wander through the two countries, some favourite Airs might become so common to both, as to make it questionable which of the two gave them birth.

It yet remains a question, at what period, and by what description of persons, the ancient and favourite Scot- ish Airs were composed. Dr Franklin, in a letter to Lord Kaimes, inserted in the treatise pn Music in the Scot- ish Encyclopedia, takes it for granted that those Melodies a^-e the productions of the Minstrels of former times. M,T Tytler, in his dissertation on Scotish Music, printed at the end of Mr Arnot's history of Edinburgh. 17-9 after combating the idea of any of the Airs being composed by David Rizzio, endeavours, from ah exammation of the Airs themselves, to fix the different aeras of their production. Several are particularized, which he thinks were composed in the reign of James I., probably, he says, by that Monarch himself; and others are mentioned which he supposes still more ancient. Mr Ritson, however, in his Essay on this subject, shews that Mr Tytler had taken rather a su- perficial view of it, and that his ideas are more fanciful than correct. Mr Riston is of opinion with Dr Beattie and others, that the Music took its rise among real Shepherds probably those who inhabited the pastoral country adjoin- ing to the Tweed, and the rivulets in that district, from which many of the Songs took their names. But none of those ingenious Writers have produced any decisive evidence in support of their opinions. Dr Burney, in the first volume of his history of Music, says, that " the Melody of Scotland will hereafter be proved of a much higher anti- " quity than has been generally imagmed." But it is to be regretted that the Doctor concludes his Work without touching on the subject again ; as, from his penetration and judgment in every thing relating to Music, he would doubtless have given the most satisfactory solution of which the question is capable. The Editor has heard it asserted, that the Airs cannot be older than the 17th century, because, in a very curious book, published at St Andrews, in 1549, intitled " Vedderburn's Complainte of Scotlande," &c. in which the names of a great number of Airs or Songs of the time are enumerated ; as well as in a kind of music book published at Aberdeen, in 1666, entitled " Cantus ; "^ongs and Fancies," &c. no?ie of the Airs (nor Songs) now so popular, are to be found : but this, though somewhat surprizing, is no proof that they did not then exist. In the Preface to a small volume of Spiritual •^ongs, called " The Saints Recrea- tion," published at Edinburgh in 1683, compiled by Mr William Geddes, Minister of the Gospel, we are told that " grave and zealous Divines in the kingdom have composed godly Songs to the tunes of such old Songs as these, — " The bonny broom, — /'// never leave thee, — Wee'll all go pull the h adder ; and such like." The bare mention of these as old tunes in 1683, must be deemed no slight evidence of their antiquity. Mr Geddes proceeds to speak of the tunes as angelical, and, after reprobating the diabolical amorous sonnets to which they were sung, suggests the pro- bability of their having formerly been connected with spiritual hymns and songs. I'here is a singular little Work,

f Mr Ritson, in his historical Essay, prefixed to a Collection of Scotish Songs, in i2mo, printed in London in 1794, is pleased, in a sarcastic note, to consider the Editor of the present Work, as totally insensible of the merit of the original Songs, because of Peter Pindar being engaged to write new Songs for the Work ! — and accordingly the reader of that note will doubtless infer that the original Scotish Songs are here excluded, to make room for those of the English Poet. That Mr Ritson, who in this very Essay has investigated his subject with so much diligence and acuteness^ should have ventured to censure a Work which he had not at all examined, is somexvhat singular. If he had looked into the first book, which was then before the Public, he would have found that the original Songs of real merit, suited to the Airs, are all retained ; and that not a single Song is displaced, to make room for one by the English Poet ; but that every first Song, or the one attached to each Air, whether in the Scotish dialect or English language, is the production of a Scotish Author : — and this (^vith a solitaiy exception or two) will be found uniformly the case throughout the Work. With respect to the Songs w hich the Editor has reinoved, he claims the merit of rooting out v/eeds, and of planting the sweetest flowers in their room.

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which first appeared before the end of the i6th century, a new edition of which was published by Andro Hart, Edin- burgh in 1621, entitled, " Ane compendious Booke of Godly and Spirituall Songs, collectit out of sundrie partes of the " Scripture, with sundrie of other Ballates, changed out of prophaine sanges, for avoyding of sinne and harlotrie," &c. In this we find a number of puritanical rhapsodies, several of which, from the first lines, and from the measure in which they are written, seem applicable to particular Scotish tunes. One of these Godly Songs begins in the very words of a well knov/n Scotish tune ; viz.

Johne Gum kis me now, Johne cum kis me now. The Lord thy God I an>, John represents man

Joluie cum kis me now. And make no more adow. That Johne dois thee call. By grace celestiall.

Another of the godly Songs, begins thus :

Hey Vlow the day dallis, Now welth on our Tvallis,

Now Christ on us callis, Appeiris anone, &c.

This exactly suits the tune, Hey tntti taiti, which, is still sung to words beginning, " Landlady count the lawin, — The " day is near the dawin." And there is every probability of its being the same with Thejoly day now dawis, mentioned by Gawin Douglass in the last prologue to his celebrated translation of Virgil, written in 15 13, and by the poet Dun- bar also, who, addressing the merchants of Edinburgh, says,

Your Common Mcnstrals hes no tone But No%u the day dawis ~wi\A Into Jouii,

Thus, without regarding the improbable tradition, that Hey tutti taiti was Robert Bruce's march at the battle of Bannockburn in 1314, it appears to be one of the oldest Scotish tunes, concerning which we have any thing like evi- dence. There is a third godly Song in the same publication, beginning

1 . ' Till our gudeman, till our gudeman, For our gudeman in hevin does reigne,

Keep faith and love till our gudeman, In glore and blisse without ending," &c.

Tliis is perfectly adapted to the well known tune, called Our gudeman, or. The aidd gudeman ; it is probable, therefore, that the latter was another of the popular Scotish tmies, when the compendious booke was published. Of the other still popular tunes, those which have been incidentally alluded to, and most frequently noticed as old ones, are, Tak your auld cloak about ye, Waly wdly, jfohn Anderson my jo, and Maggy Lauder : though perhaps many the other fa- vourite Airs, not particularized at all, are fully as ancient.

There is a tradition that John come kiss me now, John Anderson, my jo, and some other favourite Scotish Airs , wee originally attached to hymns in the Latin service. But Mr Ritson shews the absurdity of this idea : " No ves- " tige (says he) of any Scotish melody ever was or ever will be found in the old Scotish church service, which did not " (for one of their service books is preserved) and could not possibly differ from that of other Catholic countries, and " must therefore have consisted entirely of chant and counterpoint. We may therefore safely conclude, that the " Scotish Song owes nothing to the Church Music of the Cathedrals and Abbeys before the Refccmation," &c. But to what period, or to what description of persons, we are chiefly indebted for the Scotish Music, is now probably be- yond the reach of discovery.

The Orpheus Caledonius seems to have been the earliest Collection in which the favourite Scotish AIRS appeared in conjunction with the Songs. It was published about the year 1725, by W. Thomson, London, who re-published it and added a second volume in 1733. The Tea-table. Miscellany, published by Allan Ramsay in 1724, was the first general Collection in which the admired Scotish SONGS appeared without the Airs. In a separate Work, consisting of six very small Books, he published about 70 of the Airs, with a Bass to each, but whether at the same time with his Miscellany, or after the appearance of the Orpheus Caledonius, is uncertain. To the Miscellany, however, the pub- lisher of the Orpheus Caledonius, as well as every succeeding Pubhsher, has been particularly obliged ; most of the Songs which have so long been favourites, being fomid in the Miscellany. These were chiefly written by Ramsay and his friends, for such Scotish Airs as they thought ill suited with words, — Airs which must have been popular long be- fore 1724, as Ramsay, in his preface, says, *' What further adds to the esteem M^e have for tbera, is, their antiquity, and " their being universally known." Some of the best Songs in the Miscellany, such as — The Gaberliinzie Man, Muir- land Willie, Nancfs to the greenwood gane. My jo Janet, Tak your auld cloak about ye, Waly waly,^c. were collected by Ramsay ; and, but for him, it is probable that these admirable specimens of the native Song of Scotland, would have been irretrievable. When or by whom these were written, was not known even in 1,724, from which a considerable anti- quity may fairly be inferred ; and it is to be presumed that the Airs were at least coeval with the Songs. The much admired Song, set to the Flowers of the F jrcst, beginning, " Pve heard c' lilting" written on the battle of Flodden, though it has been supposed a production of that remote period, is not to be found in the Miscellany of 1724; a circumstance which leads strongly to the behef of its being .w ritten after that date.

For the satisfaction of the curious, all the Airs in this Work, which were considered to be old in 1724, are distin- guished by this mark § in the Index to each volume. Those marked thus || are known to be modern. Those with- out any mark are presumed to be modern, though some of them may perhaps be old. And those with this mark *' are understood to be Irish.

YORK-PLACE, EDINEURGH SEPT. I8CT

INDEX TO THE AIRS

IN THE

FIRST VO L UM E,

ALPHABETICALLY ARRANGED ACCORDING TO THEIR NAMES,

The Airs distinguished iy this mark J are prolahly the oldest, as they are known to have leen popular before the year 172^. The four marked thus \\ are known to be modern. And the four with this mark * are said to he Irish.

NAMES OF THE AIRS. Adieu ye streams , ,

AuldRob Morris § .

Bonny Dundee } . . .

Bush ahoon Traquair ^ Cauld frosty morning Caidd kail in Aberdeen §

Cor7i riggs \ . .

Craigieburn wood

Donald * ... Donald and Flora Duncan Gray Finlayston house \\ Galla water J . .

Gilder oy § ...

Gramachree * • .

Here awa, ' there azva §

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Adieu ye streams, &c. . .

There 's auld Rob Morris, &c, The nymph that undoes me, &c,

True-hearted was he, &c How blest has my time been, &c.

Hear me, ye nymphs, &g. O had my Love ne'er smil'd, &c.

Saw ye my wee thing, &c.

s How lang and dreary, &c. Ye dear delights of love, &c.

My Patie is a lover gay Come, dear Amanda, &c. .

Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn Could aught of song declare, &c.

From thee Eliza I must go Come, gentle god, &c. . .

When merry hearts were gay

Duncan Gray came here, &c. Let not woman e'er complain

Fate gave the word, &c.

Braw, braw lads on Yarrow, &c. Mary's charms subdu'd, &c.

Ah, Chloris, couldlnow but sit Gild ERG Y was a bonny boy

One morning very early, &c Had I a heart for falsehood, &c.

Here awa, there awa, &c. Where Is the smile, &.c.

Here'' s a health to my true Love The lazy mist hangs, &c.

/ had a horse, l£c. Til never leave thee J

O poortith cauld, &c. . .

One day I heard Mary say

Farewel to Lochaber, &c . Ye shepherds and nymphs, &c.

O stay, s^veet warbling, &:c.

O mirk, mirk, &c. . . . Ah ope. Lord Gregory, &c. My sheep I neglected, &c.

Lochahcr ^ .... Locheroch side |{ . . Lord Gregory •

My apron deary j

, , , , J ■ . ^ My love she 's but a lassie yet My love she but a lassie yet j.^^j^ ^^^^^^ ^^^^ romid, &c.

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Nanie 0 \ . Qh, open the door ^

Behind yon hills, &c. . . O Nancy, wilt thou go, &c.

Oh, open the door, &c. . .

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NAMES OF THE AIRS. 0 Jean, I love thee

Roslin Castle || . .

She rose and loot me in §

She ^s fair and fause .

Sweet Annie J . . ,

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Oh were I on Parnassus hill If wine and music, &c. .

'Twas in that season, &c. . . When Delia on the plain, &c.

The night her silent sable, &c The heavy hours are almost past

She 's fair and fause, &c. . . Why wiU Florella, &c, . .

Sweet Annie frae the sea-beach, &,c.

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To fair Fidele's grassy tomb

The auld wife ayont the fire \ Where Cart rins rowing, &c._

The batiks of Banna * . . Shepherds, I have lost my Love

The smiling morn, &c. .

Turn again, thou fair Eliza Tell me, tell me, &c. . .

Busk ye, busk ye, &c. . . Thy braes were bonny, &c.

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The birks of Invermay f The bonny brueket lassie

The braes of OTarroiu §

^ , , . , r j> u Ye banks and braes, &c.

The Caledonian Hunfs, ^c. \\ ^^j^^^ ^-^^ Amanda, &c.

O saw ye bonie Lesley Deluded swain, the pleasure

The collier'' s bonie lassie \

The ewe-bughts § . .

The deuks dang o''er my daddy Nae gentle dames, &c.

^1 n jrvj- -L z. ^^^""^ the glen, &c. . .

The flowers ofEduAurgh . ^j^^ ^^^^ h ^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^

WiU ye go to the ewe-bughts, &c O Marion, so sweet, &c.

The mill mill 0 § . .

The posie . . . • The seventh of November

The silken snood § . •

The siller crown .

The waefu' heart

Tloe yellow-hair'' d laddie § Tweedside ^ ... Waly waly | ...

When wild war's deadly blast, &c At setting day and rising morn

O love will venture in, &c.

The day returns, &c.

Oh ! I ha'e lost, &c. . . Gone is my heart, &c. . .

And ye shall walk in silk attiri Too plain, dear youtli, &c.

In April when primroses, &c. Be still, O ye winds, &c.

Gin living worth, &c. . . O cease to mourn, &c.

Wliat beauties does Flora, &c.

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INDEX TO THE POETRY

IN THE

FIRST VOLUME,

ALPHABETICALLY ARRANGED ACCORDING TO THE FIRST LINE OF EACH SONG.

First lines.	AUTHORS.	Page FIRST LINES.	AUTHORS.	rage
Adieu ye streams, &c.	Miss Home	34	1 0 Nancy, wilt thou go with rrie	Dr Percy	• 4
Ah, Chloris, could I now but sit	Unknow?i	20	One day I heard Mary say	Crawford	. 6
Ah, ope, Lord Gregory, &c.	Peter Pindar	38	One morning very early, &c.	Unknown .	. 18
And ye shall walk in sillc, &c.	Unknown	44	€) poortith cauld, &c.	Burns	. 49
At setting day and rising morn	Ramsay	22	U saw ye bonie Lesley	Ditto	•" 33
Behind yon hills, &c.	Burns	4	0 stay, sweet warbling, &c.	Ditto	. 2(S
Be still, 0 ye winds, &c.	Edward Moore	13	0 waly waly up the bank	Unknown , .	. 19
Braw, braw lads, &c.	Burns	11	0 were I on Pamassus hill	Burns	• 29
Busk ye, busk ye, &.c, .	Hamilton	12	Saw ye my wee thing, &c.	Macneill	• 47
Come, dear Amanba, &e.	Unknown i	7	Shepherds, I have lost my love	Unknown	• 25
Come, gentle god, &c.	UnknowTi	15	She 's fair and fause, &c.	Burns	. 43
Could aught of song declare, &c.	Beattie	32	Sweet Annie frae the sea-beach came Unknown	. 24
Deluded swain, the pleasure	Unknown . <,	33	Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn	Burns	• 32
DiTNCAN Gray came here to woo	Burns	48	Tell me, tell me, charming creature	Unknown ,	. 42
Farewel to Lochaber, &c.	Ramsay	10	The day returns, &c.	Burns .	. 28
Fate gave the word, &c.	Burns	45	The heavy hours are almost past	Lord Lyttleton	• 23
From thee, Eliza, I must go	Ditto	15	The nymph that imdoes me. Sec.	Etherege	• 17
GiLDEROY was a bonny boy	Unknown	20	There 's auld Rob Morris, &c, .	Burns	• 17
Gin living worth. Sec. .	Unknown	16	The lazy mist hangs, 8tc.	Ditto	' 50
Gone is my heart, &c.	Peter Pindar	41	The night her silent sable wore	Unknown	• 23
Had I a heart for falsehood, &c.	Sheridan	18	The sun in yirgin lustre shone	Unknown	• 27
Hard is the fate, &c.	Thomson	19	The smiling morn, &c.	Mallet	I
Hear me, ye nymphs, &c.	Crawford	5	Thy braes were bonny, &c.	Rev. Mr Logan	. 12
Here awa, there awa, &c.	Burns	2	To fair Fidele's grassy tomb	Collins	. 24
Here is the glen, &c.	Ditto	27	Too plain, dear youth, 8cc.	SoAME Jenyns	• 44
How blest has my time been, &c.	Unknown	46	True-hearted was he, &c.	Burns	. 46
How lang and dreary, &c.	Burns	31	Turn again, thou fair Eliza	Burns	. 42
If wine and music, &c.	Prior	29	'Twas in that season of the year .	Richard Hewit	• 14
In April, when primroses, &c.	Ramsay	13	Unless with my Amanda blest .	Thomson	• 43
Let not woman e'er complain	Burns	48	What beauties does Flora disclose	Crawford	• 3
Mary's charms subdu'd my breast	Hon. Andrew Erskine	11	When Delia on the plain appears	Lord Lyttleton	. 14
ISIy love she 's but a lassie yet	Macneill	35	When merry hearts were gay	Macneill .	• 30
My Patie is a lover gay . .	Ramsay	7	When wild war's deadly blast, &c.	Burns	. 22
My sheep I neglected, &c. . .	Sir Gilbert Elliot	9	Where Cart rins rowing, &c.	Ditto	• 39
Nae gentle dames, &c. . .	Burns	37	Where is the smile, &c.	Peter Pindar	2
O cease to mourn, &c, . .	Unknown , ^	16	Why will Florella' &c.	Unknown	40 • . 8
O had my Love ne'er smil'd, &c.	Sheridan	5	Will ye go to the ewe-bughts, &c.	Unknown
Oh, open the door, &c. . ,	Unknown .	21	Ye banks and braes 0' bonie Doon	Burns	• 43
O love will venture in, &c.	Burns	3	Ye dear delights of love, adieu .	Peter Pindar	• 3^
0 Marion, so sweet are thy kisses	Peter Pindar	8	Ye little loves that round, &c.	Unknown	• 35
O mirk, mirk, &c.	Burns . •	38	Ye shepherds and nymphs, &.c. .	Hamilton	; 1°

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THE SMILING MORNy ^c.

By mallet.

AIR, THE BIRKS OF INVERMAY.

The smiling morn, the breathing spring,

Invite the tuneful birds to sing ; And while they warble from each spray, Love melts the universal lay : Let us, Amanda, timely wise, . Like them improve the hour that flies^ And in soft raptures waste the day, Among the birks of Invermay»

For soon the winter of the year. And age, life's winter, will appear : At this thy lively bloom will fade, As that will strip the verdant shade : Our taste of pleasure then is o'er, The feather'd songsters please no more And when they droop, and we decay, Adieu the birks of Invermay I

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HERE AWA, THERE AWA, ^c.

WRITTEN FOR THIS -WORK,

By ROBERT BURNS. AIR,— HERE AWA, THERE AWA=

XJ-ERE awa', there awa', wandering Willie, Here awa', there awa', hand awa' hame ; Come to my bosom, my ain only deary, Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same.

Winter winds blew, loud and cauld, at our parting, Tears for my Willie brought tears in my e'e ; Welcome now Simmer, and welcome my Willie ; The Simmer to Nature, my Willie to me.

Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of your slumberSp Hov/ your dread howling a lover alarms I Wauken, ye breezes ! row gently, ye billows ! And waft my dear Laddie ance mair to my arms.

But oh, if he's faithless, and minds na his Nanie, Flow still between us, thou wide roaring main. May I never see it, may I never trow it, But, dying, believe that my Willie 's my ain J

WHERE IS THE SMILE, l^c.

WRITTEN FOR THIS WORK,

By PETER PINDAR.

THE SAME AIR.

"Where is the smile that was heav'n to our eye ? Where is the voice that enchanted our ear ? Nought now around us is heard but the sigh ; Nought in the valley is seen but the tear I

Blest is the cottage thy charms shall adorn ; There will the moments be wing'd with delight i pleasure with thee shall arise at the morn ; iRapture retire with thy beauties at night.

Marian, thy form was 2. sun to our sliade, Chac'd were the glooms when it beam'd on our plain. Leave not, O leave not the verdures to fade 3 Let not chill darkness surround us again.

Tell us what tempts thee to fly from our grove ? What is our crime that our valley should pine ? Say, dost thou pant for the conquests of love ? The hearts of our shepherds already are thine.

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WEJT BEAUTIES DOES t^LORA DISCLOSE, ?

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AIR,

-TWEEDSIDE.

W HAT beauties does Flora disclose ?

How sweet are her smiles upon Tweed ? Yet Mar-y's still sweeter than those j

Both Nature and Fancy exceed. No daisy, nor sweet-blushing rose,

Not all the gay flowers of the field, Nor Tweed gliding gently through those,

Such beauty and pleasure can yield.

The warblers are heard in each grove,

The hnnet, the lark, and the thrush, The black-bird, and sweet cooing dove,

With music enchant ev'ry bush. Come, let us go forth to the mead.

Let us see how the primroses spring - We'll lodge in some village on Tweed,

And love while the feather'd folks sing.

How does my love pass the long day ?

Does Mary not tend a few sheep ? Do they never carelessly stray.

While happily she lies asleep ? Tweed's murmurs should lull her to rest,

Kind Nature indulging my bliss ; To relieve the soft pains of my breast,

I'd steal an ambrosial kiss.

'Tis she does the virgins excel!,

No beauty with her can compare ; Love's graces around her do dwell,

She's fairest where thousands are fair. Say, charmer, where do thy flocks stray

Oh ! tell me at noon where they feed : Shall I seek them on sweet-winding Tay

Or the pleasanter banks of the Tv/eed

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BEHIND TON HILLS, ^c. By ROBERT BURNS.

AIR, MY NAN IE, O.

Behind yon hills where Lugar flows, 'Mang muh-s, and mosses many, O,

The wint'ry sun the clay has clos'd ^ And I'll awa to Nanie, O.

Tho' westlin winds blaw loud and shill;

And its baith mirk and rainy, O ; I'll get my plaid, and out I'll steal,

And o'er the hill to Nanie, O.

My Nanje 's charming, sweet, and young 5.

Nae artfu' wiles to win ye, O : May ill btefa' the flattering tongue

That wad beguile my Nanie,

Her face is fair, her heart is true,

As spotless as she's bonie, O ; The opening gowan, wet wi' dew,

Nae purer is' than Nanie, O.

A country lad is my degree.

And few there be that ken me, O ;

But what care I how few they be, I'm welcome ay to Nanie, O.

My riches a' 's my penny fee,

And I maun guide it cannie, O ;

But warld's gear ne'er troubles me, My thoughts are a', my Nanie, O.

Our auld guidman delights to view His sheep and kye thrive bonie, O ;

But I'm as blythe that bauds his pleugh^ And has nae care but Nanie, O.

Come well, come woe, I carena by, I'll tak' what Heav'n will send me, O

Nae ither care in life have I, But live, and love my Nanie, O.

0 NJNCr, WILT THOU GO WITH M K. By Dr PERCY.

THE SAME AIR.

O Nancy, wilt thou go with me, Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town ? -Can silent glens have charms for thee. The lowly cot and russet gown ?

No longer drest in silken sheen. No longer deck'd with jewels rare

Say, canst thou quit each courtly scene. Where thou wert fairest of the fair ?

O Nancy, when thou'rt far away, Wilt thou not cast a wish behind ?

Say, canst thou face the parching ray. Nor shrink before the wint'ry wind ?

O can that soft and gentle mien Extremes of hardship learn to bear j

Nor sad, regret each courtly scene, Where thou wert fairest of the fair ?

O Nancy, canst thou love so true. Through perils keen with me to go ?

Or when thy swain mishap shall rue, To share with him the pangs of woe ?

Say, shou'd disease, or pain befal, ^ Wilt thou assume the nurse's care E

Nor, wistful, those gay scenes recal, Where thou wert fairest of the fair ?

And when at last thy love shall die. Wilt thou receive his p&rting breath ?

Wilt thou repress each strugghng sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death

And wilt thou o'er his breathless clay Strew flovv'rs, and drop the tender tear

Nor then regret those scenes so gay, Where thou wert fairest of the fair ?

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By Mr CRAWFORD.

AIR, THE BUSH ABOON TRAQUAIR.

JETear me, ye nymphs, and ev'ry swain,

I'll tell how Peggy grieves me ; Though thus I languish, thus complain,

Alas I she ne'er believes me. * My vows and sighs, like silent air,

Unheeded never move her. At the bonny bush aboon Traquair,

'Twas there I first did love her.

That day she smil'd, and made me glad,

No maid seem'd ever kinder : I thought myself the luckiest lad.

So sweetly there to find her. I try'd to soothe my am'rous flame,

In words that I thought tender : If more there pass'd, I'm not to blame,

I meant not to offend her.

Yet now she scornful flies the plain,

The fields we then frequented : If e'er we meet, she shews disdain.

She looks as ne'er acquainted. The bonny bush bloom'd fair in May,

Its sweets I'll ay remember : But now her frowns make it decay.

It fades as in December.

Ye rural powers, who hear my strains

Why thus should PiiofiY grieve me Oh ! make her partner in my pains,

Then let her smiles relieve me. If not, my love will turn despair,

My passion no more tender ; I'll leave the bush aboon Traquair,

To lonely wilds I'll wander I

0 HAD Mr LOVE NE'ER SMIUD ON ME.

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O HAD my love ne^er smil'd on me,

I ne'er had known such anguish ; But think how false, how cruel she,

To bid me cease to languish ! To bid me hope her hand to gain,

Breathe on a flame half perish'd ; And then, with cold and fix'd disdain,

To kill the hope she cherish'd I

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Not worse his fate, who on a \vreck

That drove as winds did blow it, 'Silent had left the shattered deck.

To find a grave below it : Then land was cried, no more resign'd

He glow'd with joy to hear it : Not worse his fate his woe to find,

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ONE DAT I HEARD MART SAT,

By Mr CRAWFORD.

AIR,— -I'LL NEVER LEAVE THEE.

One day I heard Mary say,

How shall I leave thee ? Stay, dearest Adonis, stay,

Why wilt thou grieve me ? Alas I my fond heart will break,

If thou shou'dst leave me ; I'll live and die for thy sake,

Yet never leave the.e.

Say, lovely Adonis, say,

Has Mary deceiv'd thee ? Did e'er her young heart betray

New love that's griev'd thee ? My constant mind ne'er shall stray,

Thou may'st believe me, I'll love thee, lad, night and day,

And never leave thee.

Adonis, my charming youth,

What can relieve thee ? Can Mary thy anguish soothe !

This breast shall receive thee. My passion can ne'er decay,

Never deceive thee : Delight shall drive pain away.

Pleasure revive thee.

But leave thee, leave thee, lad,

How shall I leave thee ! ,0 ! that thought makes me sad,

I'll never leave thee. Where would my Adonis fly ?

Why does he grieve me ? Alas ! my poor heart will die,

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MT PATIE IS A LOVER GAT,

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AIR, CORN RIGGS.

My Patie is a lover gay, His mind is never muddy.

His breath is sweeter than new hay, His face is fair and ruddy.

His shape is handsome, middle size ;

He's stately in his wawking : The shining of his e'en surprise ?

'Tis heav'n to hear him tawking.

Last night I met him on a bawk, Where yellow corn was growing.

There mony a kindly word he spake. That set my heart a-glowing.

He kiss'd, and vow'd he wad be mine, And loo'd me best of ony ;

That gars me like to sing sinsyne, " O corn riggs are bonny."

COME, DEAR AMANDA, ^UIT THE TOWN.

THE SAME AIR.

Come, dear Amanda, quit the town,

And to the rural hamlets fly ; * Behold, the wint'ry storms are gone,

A gentle radiance glads the sky. The birds awake, the flow'rs appear.

Earth spreads a verdant couch for thee ; 'Tis joy and music all we hear !

'Tis love and beauty all we see I

Come, let us mark the gradual spring,

How peep the buds, the blossom blows, 'Till Philomel begins to sing,

And perfect May to spread the rose. Let us secure the short delight,

And wisely crop the blooming day : For soon, too soon it will be night :

Arise, my love, and come away I

* It 7nay he imagined hy the READER of this song, that it will not suit the Air, because in the second and fourth lines of each verse, the measure is a little different from the corresponding lines of the Scotish verses ; but it is to be ohserved, that the Air re- quires these lines to have eight syllables, althou^ it happens that there are but seven in the Scotish verses.

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WILL TE GO TO THE EWE-BUGHTS, MARION

AIR,-

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Will ye go to the ewe-bughts, Marion, And wear in the sheep wi' rae?

The sun shines sweet, my Marion, But nae half sae sweet as thee. . The sun, &c.

O Marion 's a bonny lass,

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And fain wad I marry Marion, Gin Marion wad marry me. And fain, &.c.

I've nine milk-ewes, my Marion, A cow and a brawny quey ;

I'll gi'e them a' to my Marion Upon her bridal-day. I'll gi'e, &c.

And ye's get a green sey apron, And waistcoat o' London brown ;

And wow but ye will be vap'ring Whene'er ye gang to the town. And wow, &c.

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And gin ye forsake me, Marion, I'll e'en draw up wi' Jean. And gin, &-c.

0 MARIAN, SO SWEET ARE THT KISSES.

WRITTEN FOR THIS WORK,

By peter PINDAR.

THE SAME AIR.

O Marian, so sweet are thy kisses, Thou shouldst not thy shepherd refuse.

Behold I they are so many blisses.

And nought, my dear girl, wilt thou lose.

Those lips were created for pleasure, Then, wherefore deny thy poor swain ?

Say, thou feelest the loss of the treasure, I'll give thee thy kisses again.

Then, Marian, most cheerfully deal 'em, By such presents thou can'st not be poor :

So fruitful thy lips when I steal 'em, They quickly are cluster'd with more.

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M Y sheep I neglected, I lost my sheep-hook, And all the gay haunts of my youth I forsook, No more for Amynta fresh garlands I wove ; For ambition, I said, would soon cure me of love. O ! what had my youth with ambition to do ! Why left I Amynta, why broke I my vow ? O give me my sheep, and my sheep-hook restore, I'll wander from love and Amynta no more.

Through regions remote in vain do I rove, And bid the wide ocean secure me from love ; O fool ! to imagine that ought can subdue, A love so well founded, a passion so true. O ! what had my youth with ambition to do ! Why left I Amynta, why broke I my vow ? O give me my sheep, and my sheep-hook restore, I'll wander from love and Amynta no more.

Alas ! 'tis too late at thy fate to repine ; Poor shepherd, Amynta no more can be thine : Thy tears are all fruitless, thy wishes are vain, The moments neglected return not again ! O what had my youth, &c.

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FAREWEL TO LOCHABER, ^c. By ALLAN RAMSAY,

AIR, LOCHABER.

Farewel to Lochaber, farewel to my Jean, The' hurricanes rise, aiid raise every wind,

Where heartsome with thee I have mony day been ; They'll ne'er make a tempest like that in my mind

For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more, Tho' loudest of thunder on louder waves roar,

We'll may-be return to Lochaber no more. That's naething like leaving my Love on the shore.

These tears that I shed they are a' for my dear, To leave thee behind me, my heart is sair pain'd ;

And not for the dangers attending on weir ; But by ease that's inglorious no fame can be gam'd

Tho' bore on rough seas to a far bloody shore, And beauty and love 's the reward of the brave,

May-be to return to Lochaber no more. And I maun deserve it before I can crave.

Then glory, my Jeany, maun plead my excuse ; Since honour commands me, how can I refuse ? Without it, I ne'er can have merit for thee, And losing thy favour I'd better not be. I gae then, my lass, to win honour and fame, And if I should chance to come gloriously hame, ril bring a heart to thee with love running o'er. And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more.

TE SHEPHERDS AND NTMPHS THAT ADORN, By WILLIAM HAMILTON, Esq. of Bangour.

THE SAME AIR.

Ye shepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain, Approach from your sports, and attend to my strain ; Amongst all your number a lover so true, Was ne'er so undone with such bliss in his view. Was ever a nymph so heart-hearted as mine? She knows me sincere, and she sees how I pine : She does not disdain me, nor frown in her wrath j But calmly and mildly resigns me to death.

She calls me her friend, but her lover denies ;

She smiles when I'm cheerful, but hears not my sighs.

A bosom so flinty, so gentle an air.

Inspires me with hope, and yet bids me despair.

I fall at her feet, and implore her with tears ; Her answer confounds, while her manner endears; When softly she tells me to hope no relief. My trembling lips bless her in spite of my grief.

By night while I slumber, still haunted with care, I start up in anguish, and sigh for the fair : The fair sleeps in peace ; may she ever do so ! And only when dreaming imagine my woe. Then gaze at a distance, nor farther aspire. Nor think she shou'd love whom she cannot admire : Hush all thy complaining ; and, dying her slave. Commend her to heav'n, and thyself to the grave.

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WRITTEN FOR THIS WORK,

By ROBERT BURNS.

AIR, GALLA WATER.

Braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes, Ye wander thro' the blooming heather;

But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws, Can match the lads o' Galla water.

But there is ane, a secret ane, Aboon them a' I loo him better;

And I'll be his, and he'll be mine, The bonnie lad o' Galla water.

Altho' his daddie was nae laird, And tho' I ha'e na meikle tocher.

Yet rich in kindest, truest love,

We'll tent our flocks by Galla water.

It ne'er was wealth, it ne'er was wealth, That coft contentment, peace, or pleasure

The bands and bliss o' mutual love, O that 's the chiefest warld's treasure 1

MARl'S CHARMS SUBDUED MT BREAST.

WRITTEN FOR THIS WORK,

By THE Hon. ANDREW ERSKINE of Keilie.'

THE SAME AIR.

M ary's charms subdued ray breast.

Her glowing youth, her manner winning,

My faithful vows I fondly press'd,

And mark'd the sweet return beginning.

Fancy warmly on my mind,

Yet paints that evening's dear declining ; When raptur'd first I found her kind,

Her melting soul to love resigning.

Years of nuptial bliss have roll'd,

And still I've found her more endearing ;

Each wayward passion she controul'd. Each anxious care, each sorrow cheering.

Children now in ruddy bloom,

With artless look attention courting j

Their infant smiles dispel each gloom. Around our hut so gaily sporting.

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BUSK TE, BUSK IE, ^c. By WILLIAM HAMILTON, E s

AIR,- — THE BRAES OF YARROW.

^.BusKye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride,

Busk ye, busk ye, my winsome marrow; Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride,

And think nae mair on ttie brat s of Yarrow, S Where gat ye that bonny bonny bride ?

Where gat ye that winsome marrow? yl. I gat her where I dare nae weil be seen,

Pumg the blrks on the braes of Yarrow.

Weep not, weep not, my bonny bonny bride,

Weep not, weep not, my winsome marrow, Nor let tliy heart lament to leave

Puing the birks on the braes of Yarrow. B Why does she weep, thy bonny bonny bride ?

Why does she weep, thy winsome marrow '. And why dare ye nae mair weil be seen,

Puing the birks on the braes of Yarrow ?

A. Lang maunshe weep.langmaun she, maiifi she weep,

Lang maun she weep with dnle and sorrow ; And lang maun I nae mair weil be seen

Puing the birks on the braes of Yarrow; For she has tint hit luver luver dear,

Hir luver dear, the cause of sorrow; And I hae slain the coraeliest swain

That e'er pu'd birks on the braes of Yarrov/.

Why runs thy stream, O Yarrow, Yarrow, red ?

Why on thy braes heard the voice of sorrow ? And why yon melancholeous weeds.

Hung on the bonny birks of Yarrow ? What yonder floats on the rueful, rueful stream ?

What yonder floats ? O dule and sorrow '. 'Tis he, the comely swain I slew

Upon the doleful braes of Yarrow.

Wash, O wash his wounds, his wounds in tears. His wounds in tears, with dule and sorrow ;■

And wrap his limbs in mourning weeds, And lay him on the braes of Yarrow.

Then build, then build, ye sisters sisters sad, Ye sisters sad, his tomb with sorrow,

And weep around in waeful v/ise . His hapless fate on the braes of Yarrow,

Curse ye, curse ye, his useless useless shield.

My arm that wrought the deid of sorrow. The lataLspear that pierced his breast.

His comely breast on the braes of Yarrow. Did I not warn thee not to lue.

And warn from fight ? But to ray sorrow. O'er rashly bald a stronger arm

Thou met'st, and fell on the braes of Yarrow.

Fair was thy luve, fair fair indeed thy luve,

In flow'ry bands thou him didst fetter; Tho' he was fair and well beluv'd again,

Than me he never lued thee better. Busk ye, then busk, my bonny bonny bride,.

Busk ye, busk ye, my winsome marrow. Busk ye, and lue me on the banks of Tweed,

And think nae mair on the braes of Yarrow.

The boy put on his robes, his robes of green,

His purple vest, 'twas my ain sewing 1 Ah 1 wretched me 1 I little little kend

He was in these to meet his ruin. The boy took out his milk-white milk-white steed,

Unheedful of my dule and sorrow ; But e.'e the toofal of the night,

He lay a corps on the braes of Yarrow.

Much I rejoic'd that waeful waeful day •

I sang, my voice the woods returning ; But lang ere night, the spear was flown

That slew my luve, and left me mourning. What can my barbarous, barbarous father do.

But with his cruel rage purfue me ? My luver's blood is on thy spear.

How can'st thou, barbarous man, then woo me J

Yes, yes, prepare the bed, the bed of luve j

With bridal sheets my body cover; Unbar, ye bridal maids^ the door,

Let in the expected husband luver^ But who the expected husband husband is ?

His hands, methinks, are bath'd in slaughter; Ah me '. what ghastly spectre's yon,

Comes in his pale shroud, bleeding after ?

Pale as he is, here lay him, lay him down,

O lay his cold head on my pillow ; Tak aff, tak aff' these bridal weids.

And crown my careful head with willow. Pale tho' thou art, yet best, yet best beluv'd,

O could my warmth to life restore thee i Yet lie all night between my breasts;

No youth lay ever there before thee.

Pale pale indeed, O luvely luvely youth,

Forgive, forgive so foul a slaughter! And lie all night between my breasts;

No youth shall ever lie there after. .4. Return, return, O mournful mournful bride,

Return and dry thy useless sorrow ; Thy luver heeds nought of thy sighs.

He lies a corps on the braes of Yarrow.

C. How can I busk a bonny bonny bride :

How can I busk a winsome marrow ? How lue him on the banks of Tweed,

That slew my luve on the braes of Yarrow ? O Yarrow fields, may never never rain.

No dew thy tender blossoms cover; For there was basely slain my luve.

My luve, as he had not been a luver.

Sweet smells the birk, green grows,green grows the grass. My happy sisters may be may be proud ;

Yellow on Yarrow's banks the gowan. With cruel and ungentle scoffin,

Fair hangs the apple frae the rock. May bid me seek on Yarrow braes

Sweet the wave of Yarrow flowan. My luver nailed in his coffin.

Flows Yarrow sweet ? as sweet as sweet flows Tweed, My brother Douglas may upbraid.

As green its grass, its gowan yellow, And strive with threat'ning words to move me,

As sweet smells on its braes the birk, My luver's blood is on thy spear,

The apple frae the rock as mellow. How can'st thou ever bid me luve, thee ?

TET BRAES WERE BONNT, ^c. By THE Rev. Mr LOGAN.

Tut braes were bonny, O * Yariow stream,

When first on them I met my lover ; Thy braes how dreary, O Yarrow stream !

Wlien now thy waves his. body cover I For ever now, O Yarrow stream !

Thou art to me a stream of sorrow ; For never on thy banks shall I

Behold my love, the flower of Yarrow.

He promis'd me a milk-white steed,

To bear me to his father's bowers ; He promis'd me a little page,

To squire me to his father's tow'rs ; He promis'd me a wedding-ring,—

The \vedding-day wasfix'd to-morrow • Now he is v/edded to his grave,

.^las ! his watery grave in Yarrow.

THE SAME AIR.

Sweet were his words when last we met;

My passion I as freely told him ! Clasp'd in his arms, I little thought

That I should never more behold hira. Scarce was he gone, I saw his ghost ;

It vanish'd with a shriek of sorrow; Thrice did the water-wraith ascend,

And gave a doleful groan thro' Yarrow.

His mother from the window look'd,

With all the longing of a mother ; His little sister weeping walk'd

Th& green-wood path to meet her brother ; They sought him east, they sought him v/est.

They sought him all the forest thorough; They only saw the cloud of night,

They only heard the roar of Yarrow !

No longer from thy window look,

Thou hast no son, thou tender mother J No longer walk, thou lovely maid,

Alas, thou hast no more a brother 1 No longer seek him east or west.

And search no more the forest thorough ! For v/andering in the night so dark.

He fell a lifeless corse in Yarrow.

The tear shall never leave my cheek.

No other youth shall be my marrow ; I'll seek thy body in the stream.

And then with thee I'll sleep in Yarrow, The tear did never leave her cheek.

No other youth became her marrow ; She found his body in the stream,

And now with him she sleeps in Yarrow !

* The critical Reader will observe, that in the first and third lines of the first verse, the interjection O is added, to suit the measure of the Air ;— but in general that liberties of this kind are taken only when found absolutely necessary.

It is here to be observed also, with respect to this as well as other Songs, that where the Air requires the Jirst word of the line to be emphatic, and the Poet some- times inadvertently throws his emphasis upon, the seci/mi word or syllable, — the Singer has only in such a case to supply a Quaver for the unemphatic first word.

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IN APRIL, WHEN PRIMROSES, bV. By ALLAN RAMSAY.

AIR,-

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In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain, And summer approaching rejoiceth the swain j The yellow-hairM Jaddie would oftentimes go To Wilds and deep glens, wh-ere the hawthorn treesgrov^.

There, under the shade of an old sacred thorn, With freedom he sung his loves ev'ning and morn; He sung with so soft and enchanting a sound, That Sylvans and Fairies unseen danc'd around.

The shepherd thus sung :— Tho' young Madie be fair, Her beauty is dash'd with a scornful proud air ;

But Susie is handsome, and sweetly can sing,

Her breath 's like the breezes perfum'd in the spring.

That Madie, in all the gay bloom of her youth, Like the moon is inconstant, and never spoke truth But Susie is fliithful, good-humour'd and free, And fair as the goddess who sprung from the sea.

That mamma's fine daughter with all her great dow' Was aukwardly airy, and frequently sour ; Then, sighing, he wish'd, would parents agree, The witty sweet Susie his mistress might bco

BE STILL 0 TE WINDS, ^c. By Mr EDWARD MOORE.

THE SAME AIR.

CoL. Be still, O ye winds, and attentive ye swains, 'Tis Phebe invites, and replies to my strains. The sun never rose on, search all the world through, A shepherd so bless'd, or a fair-one so frue.

CoL. O'er hill, dale, and valley, my Phebe and 1 Together shall wander, and love will be by : Her Colin shall guard her safe all the day long, Which Phebe at night will repay with a song.

Ph. Glide softly, ye streams ; ye nymphs round me throng : 'Tis Colin commands, and enlivens my song : Search all the world over, you never can find A maiden so bless'd, or a shepherd so kind.

CoL. When Phebe is with me, the seasons are gay, And winter*s bleak months are as pleasant as May ; The summer's gay verdure still springs as she treads, And Hnnets and nightingales sing through the meads.

Ph. When Colin is absent, 'tis winter all round ; How faint is the sun-shine, how barren the ground? Instead of the linnet or nightingale^s song, I hear the hoarse raven croak all the day long.

Ph. By moon-light, when shadows glide over the plain His kisses shall cheer me, his arras shall sustain ; The dark haunted grove I can trace without fear, Or sleep in a church-yard, if Colin is near.

Col. Ye shepherds, that wanton it over the plain. How fleeting your transports, how lasting your pain Inconstancy shun, and reward the kind she, And learn to be happy from Phebe and me.

Ph. Ye nymphs, who the pleasures of love never try'd Attend to my strains, and let me be your guide : Your hearts keep from pride and inconstancy free, And learn to be happy from Gollv and me.

Both. 'Tis love, like the sun, that gives light to the year, The sweetest of blessings that life can endear j O.ur pleasure it brightens, drives sorrow away^ Gives joy to the night, and enlivens the day.

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'TV/JS IN THAT SEASON OF THE TEAR. By RICHARD HEWIT.

AIR, ROSLIN CASTLE.

TwAS in that season of the year,

When all things gay and sweet appear, That Colin, with the morning ray. Arose and sung his rural lay Of Nanny's charms the shepherd sung, The hills and dales with Nanny rung, While Roslin Castle heard the swain, And echo'd back the cheerful strain,

Awalce, sweet muse, the breathing spring With rapture warms, awake and sing ; Awake and join the vocal throng, And hail the morning with a song : To Nanny raise the cheerful lay, O bid her haste and come away ; In sweetest smiles herself adorn, And add new graces to the morn. / - ■

WHEN DELIA ON THE PLAIN APPEARS. By lord LYTTLETON.

THE SAME AIR.

When Delia on the plain appears, ^^^^ ^^^^^^ ^^^-^^ commend.

Aw'd by a thousand tender fears. Though I was once his fondest friend,

I would approach, but dare not move ; His instant enemy I prove ;

Tell me, my heart, if this be love ? Tell me, my heart, if this be love ?

Whene'er she speaks, my ravish'd ear When she is absent, I no more

No other voice but her's can hear ; ' Delight in all that pleas'd before. No other wit but her's approve ; The clearest spring, or shady grove ;

Tell me, my heart, if this be love ? Tell me, my heart, if this be love ?

When fond of power, of beauty vain, Her nets she spread for ev'ry swain, I strove to hate, but vainly strove ; Tell me, my heart, if this be love ?

O hark, my love, on every spray Each feather'd warbler tunes his lay ; 'Tis beauty fires the ravish'd throng, And love inspires the melting song : Then let my ravish'd notes arise. For beauty darts from Nanny's eyes, And love my rising bosom warms. And fills my soul with sweet alarms.

O come, my love, thy Colin*s lay With rapture calls, O come away ; Come while the Muse this wreath shall twine, Around that modest brow of thine ; O hither haste, and with thee bring That beauty blooming like the spring, Those graces that divinely shine, And charm this ravish'd heart of mine,

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By ROBERT BURNS.

AIR, DONALD.

From thee, Eliza, 1 must go,

And from my native shore : The cruel fates between us throw

A boundless ocean's roar : But boundless oceans, roaring wide,

Between my Love and me, They never never can divide

My heart and soul from thee.

Farewel, Farewel, Eliza dear,

The maid that I adore I A boding voice is in mine ear,

We part to meet no more ! But the last throb that leaves my heart.

While Death stands victor by, That throb, Eliza, is thy part,

And thine, that latest sigh !

TO SLEEP,

By Mrs BARBAULD.

THE SAME AIR.

Come, gentle God of soft repose^

Come soothe this tortur'd breast ; Shed kind oblivion o'er my woes,

And lull my cares to rest. Come, gentle God, without thy aid

I sink in dark despair ; O wrap me in thy silent shade,

For peace is only there.

Let hope in some propitious dream

Her bright illusions spread ; Once more let rays of comfort beam

Around my drooping head. O quickly send thy kind relief,

These heart-felt pangs remove ; Let me forget myself, my grief,

And every care — but love.

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GIN LIVING WORTH.^c,

AIR,-^THE WAEFU' HEART.

G"iN living \vorth could win my heart,

You wOu'd iia speak in vain ; But in the darksome grave it 's laid,

Never to rise again. My \vaefu' heart lies low wi' his,-

Whose heart was only mine ; And oh ! what a heart was that to lose ;

But I maun no repine.

yet oh I gin heav'n in mercy soon

Would grant the boon I crave, And tak this life, now naething worth,

Sin Jamie 's in his graive. And see his gentle spirit comes

To shew me on my way, Surpris'd, nae doubt, I still am her€<

Sair wond'ring at my stay*

I come, I Come, my Jamie dear,

And oh ! wi' what gude will i follow, wheresoe'er ye lead,

Ye canna lead to ill. She said, and soon a deadlie pale '

Her faded cheek possest ; Her -waefu' heart forgot to beatj

Her sorrows simk to rest.

0 CEASE TO MOURN, Uc,

T[HE SAME AIR,

O CEASE to mourn, unhappy youth !

Or think this bosom hard : My tears, alas \ must own your truthj

And wish it could reward.

Th' excess of unabating woe. This tortur'd breast endures.

Too well, alas! must make me know The pain that dwells in yours.

Condemn'd like you to weep in vain,

I seek the darkest grove. And fondly bear the sharpest pain

Of never-hoping love.

My wasted day, in endless sigh^.

No sound of comfort hears : And morn but breaks on Delia's eyes

To wake het into tears.

If sleep should lend her friendly aid,

In fancy I complain. And hear some sad, some wretched maid,

Or see some perjur'd swain.

Then cease thy suit, fond youth, O cease

Or blame the fates alone ; T'or how can i restore your peace,

Who quite have lost my own ?

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AIR,-

•AULD ROB MORRIS.

1 here's auldRoB Morris that wons in yon glen, But oh, she 's an heiress, auld Robin 's a laiitl,

He 's the king of gude fellows, and wale of auld men ; And my daddie has nought but a cot-house and yard He has gowd in his coiFers, he has sheep, he haskine, A wooer like me maunna hope to come speed ;

And ae bonny lasde, his dailing and mine.

She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May, She's sweet as the ev'ning amang the new hay ; As blythe and as artless as the lambb on the lea, And dear to my heart as the hght to my e'e.

The wounds I maun hide which will soon be my dead

The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane ; The night comes to me, but my rest it is gane ; I wander my lane, like a night-troubled ghaist, And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in ray breast.

0 had she but been of a lower degree,

1 then might hae hop'd she wad smil'd upon me ! O, how past descriving had then been ray bliss, As now my distraction no words can express !

THE NTMPH THAT UNDOES ME, i^'c.

THE SAME AIR.

The nymph that undoes me is fair and unkind^ No less than a wonder by Nature design'd ; She's the grief of my heart, and the joy of my eye, And the cause of a flame that never can die.

Her mouth, from whence wit obligingly flows, Has the beautiful blush, and the smell of the rose : Love and destiny both attend on her will ; She wounds with a look, with a frown she can kiiL

The desperate lover can hope no redress.

Where beauty and rigour are both in excess ;

In Sylvia they meet ; so unhappy am I,

Who sees her must love her, who loves her must die.

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ONE MORNING VERT ZARLT, ^c, said to have been written in eedlam, By a negro.

AIR, — -GRAMACHREE.

One morning very early, one morning in tlie spring,

I heard a maid in Bedlam who mournfully did sing ;

Her chams she rattled on her hands, while sweetly thus sung she ;

I love my Love, because I know my Love loves me.<

O cruel were his parents, who sent my Love to sea. And cruel, cruel was the ship that bore my Love from me ; Yet I love his parents, since they're his, altho' they've ruin'dme; And I love my Love, because I know my Love loves me.

O should it please the pitying pow'rs to call me to the sky, I'd claim a guardian ajigel's charge around^ my Love to fly 5 To guard him from all dangers how happy should I be ; For I love my Love, because I know my Love loves me.

I'll make a strawy garland, I'll make it wond'^rous fine 5 With roses, lillies, daisies, I'll mix the eglantine ; And I'll present it to my Love when he returns from sea 5 For I love my Love, because I know my Love loves me.

Oh, if I were a little bird^ to build upon his breast ! Or if I were a nightingale to sing my Love to rest ! To gaze upon his lovely eyes, all my reward should be ; For I love my Love, because I know my Love loves me.

Oh, if I were an eagle to soar into the sky ! I'd gaze around with piercing eyes where I my Love might spy j But ah, unhappy maiden ! that Love you ne'er shall see ; Yet I love my Love, because I know my Love loves me.

HAD I A HEART FOR FALSEHOOD FRAMED, ^e. By R. B. SHERIDAN, Esq.

THE SAME AIR»

H AB I a heart for falsehood fram'd, I ne'er could injure you 5

For tho' your tongue no promise claim'd, your charms would make me true ]

To you no soul shall bear deceit, no stranger oflfer wrgng ;

But friends in all the ag'd you'll meet, and lovers in the young.

But when they learn that you have blest another with your heart. They'll bid aspiring passion rest, and act a brother's part : Then, lady, dread not their deceit, nor fear to sufl'er wrong ; For friends in all the ag'd you'll meet, and brothers in the young-

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0 WALT WALT, ^r.

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0 WALY waly up the bank, And waly waly down the brae,

And waly waly yon buin-side,

Where I and my Love wont to gae,

1 leant my back unto an aik,

I thought it was a trustie tree ; But first it bow'd, and syne it brake, Sae my true Love did lightly me.

O waly waly love is bonny,

A little time while it is new ; But when it's auld, it waxeth cauki,

And fades awa' like morning dew. O wherefore should I busk my head ?

O wherefore shou'd I kame my hair ? For my true Love has me forsook

And says he'll never lo'e me mair.

■WALY WALY.

» Now Arthur-seat sail be my bed,

The sheets sail ne'er be warm'd by me , Saint Anton's well ?all be my drink,

Since my true Love's forsaken me. O Mart'mas wind, when wilt thou blaw,

And shake the green leaves aff the tree? O gentle death, when wilt thou come ?

And tak a life that v/earies me.

'Tis not the frost that freezes fell,

Nol blawing snaw's inclemencie ; 'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry,

But my Love's heart grown cauld to me. Whan we came in by Glasgow tov/n,

We were a comely sight to see ; My Love was i' the black velvet,

And I mysell in cramasie.

But had I wist before I kisst,

That love had been sae ill to win, I had lockt my heart in a case of gowd,

And pin'd it wi' a siller pin. Oh, oh ! if my young babe were born,

And set upon the nurse's knee, And I mysell were dead and gone,

Tor a maid again I'll never be.

BART> IS THE FATE OF HIM WHO LOVES.

ByTHOMSON.

THE SAME AIR.

H ARD is the fate of him who loves, Yet dares not tell his trembling pain,

But to the sympathetic groves, But to the lonely list'ning plain.

Oh, when she blesses nest your shade. Oh, when her footsteps next are seen,

In fiow'ry tracks along the mead. In fx^esher mazes o'er the green.

Ye gentle spirits of the vale,

To whom the tears of love are dear, From dying liUies waft a gale.

And sigh my sorrows in her ear.

O, tell her what she cannot blame, Tho' fear my tongue must ever bind j

Oh, tell her that my virtuous flame Is as her spotless soul refin'd.

Not her own guardian angel eyes With chaster tenderness his care,

Nor purer her own wishes rise.

Not holier her own sighs in pray'r.

But if, at first, her virgin fear

Should start at love's suspected name.

With that of friendship soothe her ear- True love and friendship are the same.

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AH! CHLORIS COULD I NOW BUT SIT.

AIR, GILDEROY.

J\. H ! Chloris, could I now but sir,

As unconcern'd as when Your infant beauty could beget

No happiness nor pain. When I this dawning did admire.

And prais'd the coming daj, I little thought that rising fire.

Would take mj rest awaj.

Your charms in harmless childhood lay

As metals in a mine ; Age from no face talces more away.

Than youth conceal'd in thine. But as your charms insensibly

To their perfection prest ; So love as unperceiv'd did fly,

And center'd in my breast.

My passion with your beauty grew,

While Cupidj at my heart. Still as his mother favour'd you.

Threw a new flaming dart. Each gloried in their wanton part ;

To make a beauty, she Employ'd the utmost of her art j

To make a lover, he.

THE OLD SONG OF GILDEROT.

\The Hero of this elegant Lamentation was a celehrated HIGHLAND FREEBOOTER, who was Executed at Edinhurgh^

VjriLDEROY was a bonny boy,

Had roses till his shoon ; His stockings were of silken soy,

Wi' garters hanging doun. 'It was, I ween, a comelie sight

To see sae trim a boy : He was my joy, and heart's delight,

My handsome GilderoY/

O sic twa charming een he had !

Breath sweet as ony rose : He never wore a highland plaid,

But costly silken clothes. He gain'd the luve o' ladies gay,

Nane e'er to him. was coy : Ah wae is me, I mourn the day

For my dear Gilderoy.

My Gilderoy and I were born

Baith in ae toun thegither ; We scant were seven years beforn

We gan to luve ilk ither : Our dadies and our mamies they

Were fiU'd wi' mikle joy. To think upon the bridal-day

Of me and GiLBiiROT.

For Gilderoy, that luve of mine

Gude faith, I freely bought A wedding -eark of Holland fine,

Wi- dainty Tuflles wrovight : And 'he gied me a wedding ring

Which I receiv'd v/i' joy : Nae lad nor lassie e'er could sing

Lilifi mc r.nd Gilderoy.

THE SAME AIR.

Wi' mickle joy we spent our prime

Till we were baith sixteen. And aft we past the langsame time

Amang the leaves sae gi'een : Aft on the banks we'd sit us there,

And sweetly kiss and toy ; While he wi' garlands deck'd my hair.

My handsome Gilderoy.

Oh that he still had been content

Wi' me to lead his life! But, ah, his manfu' heart was bent

To stir in feats of strife. And he in "many a venturous deed

Hi^ coiirage bauld wad try ; And this now gars my heart to bleed

For my dear Gilderoy.

And v;hen of me his leave he tuik,

The tears they wat my e'e ; I gied him sic a parting luik !

' Mj benison gang wi' thee ! ■'God speed thee weil mine ain dear heart,

' For gane is all my joy ; ' My heart is rent sith we maun part,

* My handsome Gilderoy.'

My Gilderoy, baith far and near

Was fear'd in every toun ; And baiildly bare awa the geir

Of mony a lawland loun. For man to man durst meet him nane,

He was sae brave a boy ; At length wi' numbers he was tane, , Mv winsome Gilderoy.

Wae worth the louns that made the laws'

To hang a man for gear ; To reave of life for sic a cause

As stealing horse or mare ! Had not their laws been made sae strick,

I ne'er had lost my joy ; Wi' sorrow ne'er had wat my cheek

For my dear GildSroy.

Gif Gilderoy had done amiss.

He might hae banisht been ; — — Ah what sair cruelty is this,

To hang sic handsoine men ! To hang the flower o' Scotish land,

Sae sweet and fair a boy .

Nae lady had sae white a hand

As thee, my Gilderoy. Of Gilderoy sae feard they were,

Wi' irons his limbs they strung ; To Edinborow led him there.

And on a gallows hung. They hung him high aboon the rest,

He was sae bauld a boy ; There dyed the youth whom I lued best,

My handsome Gilderoy.

Sune as he yielded up his breath

I bare his corse away, Wi' tears, that trickled for his death,

I wash'd his comelie clay ; And sicker in a grave right deep

I laid the dear lued boy ; And now for ever I maun weep

My winsome Gilderoy.

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Oh, open the door, some pity to shew,

Oh, open the door to me, Oh ; Tho' thou hast been false, I'll ever prove true,

Oh, open the door to me. Oh !

Oh, cold is the blast upon my pale cheek, But colder thy love for me, Oh !

The frost that freezes the life at my breast, Is nought to my pains from thee, Oh 1

The Vi^an moon is setting behind the white wave.

And time is setting with me, Oh ! False friends, false Love, farewel ! for more,

I'll ne'er trouble them, nor thee, Oh I

She has open'd the door, she has open'd it wide, She sees his pale eorse on the plain. Oh ! My true love !" she cried,— and sunk down by his sld Never to rise again. Oh !

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WHEN WILD WAR'S DEADLT BLAST, h'c.

WRITTEN FOR THIS WORK,

By ROBERTBURNS. AIR, THE MILL MILL, O.

HEN wild War's deadly blast was biawn, And gentle Peace returning, And eyes again with, pleasure beam'd

That had been blear'd with mourning; I left the lines, and "tented field, Where lang I'd been a lodger, My humble knapsack a' my wealthy A poor and honest soldier.

A leal, light heart was in my breast,

My hand unstain'd wi' plunder ; And for fair Scotia, hame again,

I cheery on did wander. I thought upon the banks o' Coil,

I thought upon my Nancy, I thought upon the witching smile

That caught my youthful fancy :

At length I reach'd the bonny glen,

Where early life I sported ; I past the mill, and try sting thorn.

Where Nancy aft I courted : Wha spied I but my ain dear maid,

Down by her mother's dwelling ! And turn'd me round to hide the flood

That in ray een was swelling.

Wi' altei'd voice, quoth I, sweet lass,

Sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom, O ! happy, happy may he be,

Tl. at 's deal est to thy bosom : My purse is light, I've far to gang,

And fain wad be thy lodger ; I've serv'd my king and country lang.

Take pity on a soldier I

Sae wistfully she gaz'd on me,

And lovelier was than ever ; Qiio' she, a soldier ance I lo'ed,

Forget him shall I never: Our humble cot, and hamely fare,

Ye freely shall partake it. That gallant badge, the dear cockade,

Ye're welcome for the sake o't.

She gaz'd — she redden'd like a rose- Syne pale like ony hly,

She sank within my arms, and cried, Art thou my ain dear Willie ? —

By Him who made yon sun and sky I By whom true love's regarded,

I am the man — and thus may still True lovers be rewarded !

The wars are o'er, and I'm come hame,

And find thee still true-hearted j Tho' poor in gear, we're rich in love,

And mair, we'se ne'er be parted. Quo' she, my grandsire left me gowd,

A maihn plenish'd fairly ; And come, my faithful soldier lad,

Thou'rt welcome to it dearly I

For gold the merchant ploughs the main.

The farmer ploughs the manor; But glory is the soldier's prize.

The soldier's wealth is honor ; The brave poor soldier ne'er despise.

Nor count him as a stranger. Remember, he 's his country's stay

In day and hour of danger.

AT SETTING DAT AND RISING MORN, By ALLAN RAMSAY.

A T setting day, and rising morn.

With soul that still shall love thee, I'll ask of heav'n thy safe return.

With all that can improve thee. I'll visit oft the biikeu bush.

Where first thou kindly told me S weet tales of love, and hid my blush,

Whilst round thou didst enfold me.

THE SAME AIR.

To all our haunts, I will repair,

By greenwood-shaw or founiaia ; Or where the summer day I'd share

With thee, upon yon mountain. There will I tell the trees and flow'rs,

From thoughts unfeign'd and tender, By vows you're mine, — by love is your'c

A heart '.iiat cannot wander.

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THE NIGHT HER SILENT SABLE WORE.

AIR, SHE ROSE AND LOOT ME IM.

The night liei* silent sable wore,

And gloomy were the skies, Of glitt'ring stars appear'd no more

Than those in N'kli.y^s eyes. When to her father's door I came,

Where I had often been, I begg'd my fair, my lovely dame^

To rise and let me in.

But she, with accents all divfne,

Did my fond suit reprove ; And while she chid my rash design,

She but inflam'd my love. Her beauty oft had pleas'd before,

While her bright eyes did roll : But virtue only had the pow'r

To charm my very soul.

Then who would cruelly deceive,

Or from such beauty part ! I lov'd her so, I could not leave

The charmer of my heart. My eager fondness I obey'd,

Resolv'd she should be mine, 'Till Hymen to my arms convey'd

My treasure so divine.

Now happy in my Nelly's lovCg

Transporting is my joy : No greater blessing can I prove i

So bless'd a man am I. For beauty may a while retain

The conquer'd flutt'ring heart. But virtue only is the chain

Holds never to depart.

THE HEAVY HOURS ARE ALMOST PAST

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X HE heavy hours are almost past,

That part my Love and me | My lor.gmg eyes may hope at last

Their only wish to see. But how, uiy D£LiA, will you meet

The ujan you've lost so long ? Will love in ail your pulses beat,

And tre'iible on your tongue ?

Will you, in every look, declare Your heart is still the same ?

And heal each idle anxious care Qui re«is in absence frame ?

THE SAME AIR.

Thus Delia, thus I paint the scene When shortly we shall meet.

And try what yet ^emauis between Of loit'ring time to cheat.

But if the dream that soothes my mind.

Shall false and groundless prove i If I am doom'd, at length, to find

You have forgot to love ; All I of Venus ask is this,

No more to let us join ; But grant me here the flatt'ring bliss^

To die, and thirik you mine.

SWEET JNNIE FRAE THE SEA-BEACH CAME.

AIR, SWEET ANNIE.

SwEKT Annie frae the sea-beach carae»

Where Jocky speel^d the vessel's side ; Ah ! wha can keep their heart at harae.

When Jocky 's tost aboon the tide i Far afF to distant realms he ga;ngs,

Yet I'll be true as he has been ; And when ilk lass about him thrang?.

He'll think on Annie, his faithful ain.

I met our wealthy laird yestreen,

Wi' gowd in hand he tempted me, He prais'd iny brow, my rolling een,

And made a brag of what he'd gi'e : What though my Jocky 's far away.

Tost up and down the awsome main, I'll keep my heart anither day.

Since Jocky may return again.

Nae mair, false Jamie, sing nae mair,

And fairly cast your pipe away j My Jocky wad be troubled sair,

To see his friend his love betray ; For a' your songs and verse are vain,

While Jocky's notes do faithful flow, My heart to him shall true remain,

I'll keep it for my constant jo.

Blaw saft, ye gales, round Jocky's head,

And gar your waves be calm and still j His hameward sail with breezes speed,

And dinna a' my pleasure spill : What though my Jocky 's far away,

Yet he will braw in siller shine j I'll keep my heart anither day,

Since Jocky may again be mine.

TO FAIR FIDELE'S GRASST TOMB, By COLLINS.

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To fair Fidele'8 grassy tomb,

Soft maids and village-hinds shall bring Each op'ning sweet of earliest bloom,

And rifle all the breathing spring.

No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove j

But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love.

No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew ;

'But fenrale fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew.

The red-breast oft at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid,

With hoary moss and gather'd flow'rs, To deck the ground where thou art laid.

When howling v/inds and beating rain In tempests shake the sylvan cell ;

Or midst the chace upon the plain,

The tender thought on thee shall dwell.

Each lonely scene shall thee restore, For thee the tear be duly shed ;

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AIR, ^THE BANKS OF BANNA;

Shepherds, I have lost my love I Have you seen my Anna ?

Pride of ev'ry shady grove, Upon the banks of Banna I

I for her my home forsook, Near yon misty mountain ;

Left my flock, my pipe, my crook, Greenwood shade, and fountain.

Never shall I see them more

Until her returning : All the joys of life are o'er,

From gladness chang'd to mourning,

Whither is my charmer flown ?

Shepherds, tell me whither ? Ah I woe for me, perhaps she 's gone

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■ WRITTEN FOR THIS WORK,

By ROBERT BURNS.

AIR— LOCHES.K.OCH SIDE.

O STAY, sweet warbling wood-lark, stajj Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay,

Thy soothing fond complaining. Again, again that tender part, That I may catch thy melting art ; For surely that would touch her heart

Wha kills me wi' disdaining.

Say, was thy little mate unkind, And heard thee as the careless wind ? Oh, nought but love and sorrow join'dj

Sic notes of woe could wauken I Thou tells of never-ending care : Of speechless grief, and dark despair For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair !

Or my poor heart is broken I

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HI.RE IS 'THE GLEN, AND HERE

By ROBERT BURNS,

THE BOWER,

AIR— THE FLOWERS OF EDINBURGH.

H ERE is the glen, and here the bower,

All underneath the birchen shade j The -village bell has told the hour,

O what can stay my lovely maid I 'Tis not Maria's whispering call ; — ■

'Tis but the balmy, breathing gale, Mixt with some warbler's dying fall.

The dewy star of eve to hail.

It is Maria's voice I hear !

So calls the wood-lark in the grove. His little faithful mate to cheer,

At once 'tis music, — and 'tis love ! And art thou come, and art thou true I

O welcome dear to love and me I And let us all our vows renew,

Along the flowery banks of Cree,

THE SUN IN VIRGIN-LUSTRE SHONE,

THE SAME AIR.

i. HE sun in virgin-lustre shone, May-morning put its beauties on : The warblers sung in livelier strains, And sweeter flow'rets deck'd the plains : When Love, a soft intruding guest, That long had dwelt in Damon's breast, Now whisper'd, " To the nymph away 1 " For this is Nature's holiday."

The tender impulse wing'd his haste : The painted mead he instant pass'd : And soon the happy cot he gain'd Where beauty slept, and silence reign'd : Awake, my fair I (the shepherd cries), To new-born pleasures ope thine eyes j Arise, my Sylvia ! hail the May : For this is Nature's holiday.

Forth came the maid, in beauty bright, As Phoebus in meridian light ; Entranc'd in rapture, all confest, The shepherd clasp'd her to his breast j Then gazing with a speaking eye. He snatch'd a kiss, and heav'd a sigh, A melting sigh, and seem'd to say, Consider youth's our holiday.

Ah soft, (she said) for pity's sak-e ! What I kiss one e'er I'm well awake ? For this so early came you here ? And hail you thus the rising year ? Sweet innocence ! forbear to chide. We'll haste to joy, (the swain reply'd) ; In pleasure's flow'ry fields we'll stray : And this shall be love's holiday.

A crimson glow warm'd o'er her cheek, She look'd the thing she dar'd not speak | Consent own'd Nature's soft command, And Damon seiz'd her trembling hand i His dancing heart in transports play'd, To church he led the blushing maid ; Then bless'd the happy morn of May j And now their life's all holiday.

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fHE DAT RETURNS, MY BOSOM BURNS.

By ROBERT BURNS.

AIR— THE SEVENTH OF NOVEMBER.

The day returns, my bosom burns,

The blissful day we twa did meet, Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd,

Ne'er summer sun was half sae sweet. Than a' the pride that loads the tide,

And crosses o'er the sultry line j Than kingly robes, than crowns and glebes,

Heav'n gave me more, it made thee mine»

While day and night can bring delight;

Or nature aught of pleasure give ; While joys above my mind can move.

For thee, and thee alone I live : When that grim foe of life below,

Comes in between to bid us part ; The iron hand that breaks our band.

It breaks my bliss,— it breaks my heart !

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0 WERE I ON PARNASSUS' HILL,

By ROBERT BURNS.

AIR— O JEAN, I LOVE THEE.

O WIRE I on Parnassus' hill, Or had of Helicon my fill, That I might catch poetic skill,

To sing how dear I love thee. But Nith maun be my Muse's well, My Muse maun be thy bonie sell i On Corsincon * I'll glowr and spell,

And write how dear I love thee.

Then come, sweet Muse, inspire my lay For a' the lee-lang simmer's day, I cou'dna sing, I cou'dna say,

How much, how dear I love thee. I see thee dancing o'er the green. Thy waist sae jimp, thy limbs sae clean, Thy tempting lips, thy glancing e'en, —

By heaven and earth I love thee.

By night, by day, a-field, at hame, The thoughts o' thee my breast inflame j And ay I muse and sing thy name, — ■

I only live to love thee. Tho' I were doom'd to wander on, Beyond the sea, beyond the sun, 'Till my last weary sand was run,

'Till then — and then I love thee.

* A high hill Tiear the source of the river NiTH-

F WINE AND MUSIC HAVE THE POWER,

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If wine and music have the pow'r

To ease the sickness of the soul. Let Phoebus every string explore.

And Bacchus fill the sprightly bowl. Let them their friendly aid employ

To make my Chloe's absence light. And seek for pleasure, to destroy

The sorrows of this live-long night.

E AIR.

But she to-morrow will return :■— ■

Venus, be thou to-morrow great ; Thy myrtles strew, thy odours burn,

And meet thy fav'rite nymph in state. Kind goddess ! to no other pow'rs

Let us to-morrow's blessings own : The darling loves shall guide the hours.

And all the day be thine alone.

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WHEN MERRT HEARTS WERE GAT. By H. MACNEILL,

AS ALTERED AND CORRECTED BY HIM FOR THIS WORK«

AIR, DONALD AND FLORA.

"W HEN merry hearts were gay, Careless of aught but play, Poor Flora shpt away,

Sad'ning, to Mora ; Loose flow'd her yellow hair. Quick heav'd her bosom bare : As thus to the troubled air

She vented her sorrow.

' Never, ah, wretched fair I' (Sigh'd the sad messenger) ' Never shall Donald raair ' Meet his lov'd Flora !

* Cold as yon mountain snow,

* Donald, thy love, lies low,

* He sent me to soothe thy woe,

' Weeping in Mora.

" Loud howls the stormy west, " Cold, cold, is winter's blast ; " Haste then, Oh Donald, haste,

" Haste to thy Flora I " Twice twelve long months are o'er, " Since on a foreign shore " You promis'd to fight no more,

" But meet me in Mora.

' Well foTiight our gallant slain,

' On Saratoga's plain :

* Thrice fled the hostile train

' From British glory. ' But, ahl the' our foes did flee, ' Sad was each victory : *■ Youth, Love, and Loyalty,

• Fell far from Mora !

* Where now is Donald dear ?

* Maids cry with taunting sneer ;

* Say, Is he still sincere

' To his lov'd Flora ?' " Parents upbraid my moan ; " Each heart is turn'd to stone, — " Ah ! Flora, thou'rt now alone Friendless, in Mora !

Come then, O come away 1 Donald, no longer stay ! " Where can my rover stray " From his lov'd Flora ? " Ah, sure he ne'er can be " False to his vows and me ; Oh, heav'n I — is not yonder he " Bounding o'er Mora I

Here, take this love-v/rought plaid, ' (Donald, expiring, said) ^ Give it to yon dear maid,

' D rooping in Mora. ^ Tell her, oh Allan ! tell, ♦ Donald thus bravely fell, ' And that in his last farewell

' He thought on his Flora.'

Mute stood the trembling fair, Speechless with wild despair , Then, striking her bosom bare, Sigh'd out—'' Poor Flora !" Ah, Donald ! ah, well a-day !" Was all the fond heart could say : At length the sound died away Feebly in Mora.

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WRITTEN FOR THIS WORK

By ROBERT burns.

NIGHT.

AIR— GAULD KAIL IN ABERDEEN.

ow lang and dreary is the night,

When I am frae my dearie ; I restless lie frae e'en to morn,

Tho' I were ne'er sae weary. For oh, her lanely nights are lang .;

And oh, her dreams are eerie ; And oh, her widow'd heart is sair.

That's absent frae her dearie.

rE DEAR DELIGHTS OF LOVE, ADIEU.

WRITTEN FOR THIS WORK

By peter PINDAR,

When I think on the lightsome days

I spent wi' thee my dearie; And now what seas between us roar^ How can I be but eerie. For oh, &c.

How slow ye move, ye heavy hours,

The joyless day how dreary : It was na sae ye glinted by When I was wi' my dearie. For oh, &C.

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Ye dear delights of Love, adieu ;.

From me, ah, fled for ever \ Ah ! how could fate our bliss pursue,

And Souls so constant sever? While Love his precious gifts did pour,

We ask'd not Fortune's treasure ! The flight of every panting hour,

Was wing'd by Hopje. and Pleasure.

AIR.

Now lost in solitude I sigh,

And swell with tears the fountain § Now seek the scenes of former joy.

The grove, the vale, the mountain. Since Sandy's gone, no wish is mine

To see another morrow j For what is life, if doom'd to pine ? -

One lengthen'd sigh of sorrow I

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SWEET FA'S THE EVE ON CRAIGIEBURN.

WRITTEN FOR THIS WORK

By ROBERT BURNS.

AIR_CRAIGIEBURN WOOD.

Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn,

And blythe awakes the morrow, But a' the pride of Spring's return

Can yield me nought but sorrow. I see the flowers and spreading trees,

I hear the wild birds singing ; But what a weary wight can please,

And care his bosom wringing I

Fain, fain, would I my griefs impart,

Yet dare na for your anger ; But secret love will break my heart,

If I conceal it langer. If thou refuse to pity me,

If thou shalt love another, When yon green leaves fade frae the tree^

Around my grave they'll wither.

COULD AUGHT OF SONG DECLARE MT PAIK

By Dr BEATTIE.

THE SAME AIR.

Could aught of song declare my pain,

Could artful numbers move thee ; The muse should tell in mournful strain,

O, Deha, how I love thee. They who but feign a wounded heart.

May teach the lyre to languish : But what avails the pride of art,

When pines the soul in anguish ?

Then, Delia, let the sudden sigh.

The heart-felt pang discover, And in the keen, but tender eye,

O read th' imploring lover. For well I know thy gentle mind

Disdains art's gay disguising •— - Beyond what fancy e'er refin'd,

The voice of Nature prizing.

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0 SJIV TE BONIE LESLEY

WRITTEN FOR. THIS WORK

By ROBERT BURNS.

AIR, ^THE COLLIER'S BONIE LASSIE.

Thou art a queen, fair Lesleyj

Thy subjects we before thee : Thou art divine, fair Lesley,

The hearts of men adore thee. The De'il he cou'dna skaith thee, Or aught that wad belang thee 1 He'd look into thy bonie face. And say, " I canna wrang thee/'

The powers aboon will tent thee.

Misfortune sha'na steer thee J Thou'rt like themsels sae lovely.

That ill they'll ne'er let near thee. Return again, fair Lesley,

Return to Caledonie ! That we may brag we hae a lass,

There's nane again sae bonie.

That part of SCOTLAND bordering on ENGLAND*

DELUDED SWAIR, 'THE PLEASURE.

O SAW ye bonie Lesley,

As she gaed o'er the border ? * She's gane, like Alexander,

To spread her conquests farther. To see her, is to love her.

And love but her for ever ^ For Nature made her what she is.

And ne'er made sic anither !

THE

Deluded swain, the pleasure

The fickle fair can give thee, Is but a fairy treasure,

Thy hopes will soon deceive thee. "The billows on the ocean,

The breezes idly roaming. The clouds' uncertain motion,

They are but types of woman !

SAME AIR.

Heav'ns l art thou not ashamed

To doat upon a feature ? If, man, thou would'st be named,

Despise the silly crearure. Go find an honest fellow :

Good claret set before thee : Hold on till thou art mellow,

And then to bed in glory.

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ADIEU TE STREAMS, '<Sc.

WRITTEN

Miss HOME, NOW Mrs HUN TEE..

AIR, ADIEU YE STREAMS.

A DiEU ye streams that smoothly glide

Thro' mazy windings o'er the plain ; I'll in some lonely cave reside,

And ever mourn ray faithful swain. Flower of the forest was my love,

Soft as the sighing summer's gale, Gentle and constant as the dove.

Blooming as roses in the vale.

Alas I by Tweed my love did stray,

For me he searched the banks around j But ah ! the sad and fatal day,

My love, the pride of swains, was drown'd. Now droops the willow o'er the stream.

Pale stalks his ghost in yonder grove. Dire fancy paints him in my dream, —

Awake, I mourn my hopeless love.

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Mr LOFE SHE'S BUT A LASSIE rET..

THE TWO LAST STANZAS WRITTEN FOE. THIS WORK

By H. MAGNEILIu

AIR, MY LOVE SHE'S BUT A LASSIE YET.

Love she's but a lassie yet, The deil's got in our lasses now ;

My love she's but a lassie yet ; The deil's got in our lasses now ;

We'll let her stand a year or twa, When .ane wad trow they scarce ken what^

She'll no be half sae saucy yet. Gude faith ! they mat' us asses now.-—

I rue the day I sought her O, She was sae sour and dorty O,

I rue the day I sought her O ; She was sae sour and dorty O,

Wha gets her needs na say he's woo'd, Whane'er I spake, she turn'd her back,

But he may say he's bought her O. And sneer' d—" Ye're mair than forty O "

Sae slee she look'd and pawky too ! Sae slee she look'd and pawky too ! Tho' crouse a-field I gade to woo I'm hame come back a gawky now I I rue the day I sought her O ; I rue the day I sought her O ; Wha gets her needs na say he's woo'd, But he may swear he's bought her O.

rE LITTLE LOVES THAT ROUND HER WAIT

THE SAME AIR.

Ye little Loves that round her wait

To bring me tidings of my fate, As Celia on her pillow lies, Ah I gently whisper, — Strephon dies. If this will not her pity move, And the proud Fair disdains to love, Then smile and say, 'tis all a lie, And haughty Strephon scorns to die.

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0 LOFE WILL VENTURE IN, ^c. By ROBERT BURNS.

AIR, THE POSIE,

O LOVE will venture in, where it dare na weel be seen : O Love v/ill venture in, where wisdom ance has been : But I will down yon river rove amang the wood sac green^ And a' to pu' a posie to my ain dear May.

The primrose I will pu', the firstling o' the year,

And I will pu' the pink, the emblem o' my dear:

For she's the pink o' womankind, and blooms without a peer ;

And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.

I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view, For its like a baumy kiss o' her sweet bonie mou' : The hyacinth for constancy, wi' its unchanging blue, And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.

The lily it is pure, and the lily it is fair. And in her lovely bosom I'll place the lily there ; The daisy for simplicity, and unaffected air, And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.

The hawthorn I will pu', wi' its locks o' siller grey, Where, like an aged man, it stands at break o' day; But the songster's nest within the bush I winna take away, And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.

The woodbine I will pu', when the ev'ning star is near. And the diamond drops o' dew shall be her een sae clear : The violet for modesty, which weel she fa's to wear, And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.

ril tie the posie round wi' the silken band o' love, And I'll place it in her breast, and I'll swear by a' above. That to my latest draught o' life the band shall ne'er removCj And this will be a posie to my ain dear May.

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NAE GENTLE DAMES, THO' E'ER SAE FAIR, By ROBERT BURNS.

AIR, THE DEUKS DANG O'ER MY DADDY.

^Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair, Shall ever be my muse's care : Their titles a' are empty show ; Gie me my highland lassie O. Within the glen sae bushy, O, Aboon the plain sae rashy, O, I set me down wi' right good will, To smg my highland lassie O.

0 were yon hills and vallies mine, Yon palace and yon gardens fine 1 The world then the love should know

1 bear my highland lassie, O. Within the glen, &c.

But fickle Fortune frowns on me, And I maun cross the raging sea ; But while my crimson currents flow, I love my highland lassie. O. Within the glen, &c.

Altho' thro' foreign climes I range, I know her heart will never change, For her bosom burns with honour's glow ; My faithful highland lassie, O. Within the glen, &c.

For her I'll dare the billows' roar, For her I'll trace a distant shore. That Indian wealth may lustre throw Around my highland lassie, O. Within the glen, &c.

She has my heart, she has my hand, By sacred truth and honour's band ! 'Till the mortal stroke shall lay me low, I'm thine, my highland lassie, O. Farewell, the glen sae bushy, O, Farewell, the plain sae rashy, O ! To other lands I now must go To sing my highland lassie, 0=

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0 MIRK, MIRK, IS THIS MIDNIGHT HOUR.

WRITTEN FOR THIS WORIC

By ROBERT BURNS.

AIR,-

-LORD GREGORY.

O MIRK, mirk is this midnight hour,

And loud the tempests roar ; A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tower,

Lord Gregory ope thy door ! An exile frae her father's ha',

And a' for loving thee ; At least some pity on me shaw,

If love it mayna be !

Lord Gregory, mind'st thou not the grove

By bonie Irvine-side, Where first I own'd that virgin-love

I lang, lang had denied. How aften didst thou pledge and vow,

Thou wou'dst for ay be mine ; And my fond heart, itsel' sae true,

It ne'er mistrusted thine.

Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory,

And flinty is thy breast ; Thou dart of Heav'n that flashest by

O wilt thou give me rest ! Ye mustering thunders from above

Your willing victim see ! But spare and pardon my false Love,

His wrongs to heaven and me I

^H OPE, LORD GREGORT, T HT DOOR"^,

WRITTEN FOR THIS WORK

By PETER PINDAR,

THE SAME AIR.

A H ope, Lord Gregory, thy door, A midnight wanderer sighs !

Hard rush the rains, the tempests roar^ And light'nings cleave the skies !

Who comes with woe in this drear night,

A pilgrim of the gloom ? If she whose love did once delight.

My cot shall yield her room.

Alas \ thou hear'st a Pilgrim mourn, That once was priz'd by thee :

Think of the ring by yonder burn Thou gav'st to Love and me.

But shou'dst thou not poor Marian know,

I'll turn my feet and part : And think the storms that round me blow.

Ear kinder than thy heart.

* It is hut doing justice to the Author of the IcCtter Song to mention, that it is the Original. Mr BVRNS saw it, liked it, and immediately lurote the other on the same subject.

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WHERE CJRT KINS ROWING TO THE SEA By ROBERT BURNS.

AIR, THE AULD WIFE AYONT THE FIRE.

W"here Cart rins rowing to the sea. By mony a flow'r and spreading tree, There lives a lad, the lad for me,

He is a gallant sailor. Oh I had wooers eight or nine, They gied me rings and ribbons fine ; And I was fear'd my heart wou'd tine.

And I gied it to the sailor.

My daddie sign'd my tocher band. To gie the lad that has the land, But to my heart Til add my hand,

And gie it to the sailor. While birds rejoice in leafy bowers ; While bees delight in opening flowers ; While corn grows green in summer showsrs,

I love my gallant sailor.

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SHE'S FAIR AND FA USE, b'c.

By Robert burns.

AIR, SHE'S FAIR AND FAUSE,

She's fair and fause that causes my smart,

I lo'ed her meikle and lang ; She's broken her vow, she's broken my heart,

And I may e'en gae hang. A coof came in wi' rowth o' gear,

And I hae tint my dearest dear ; But woman is but warld's gear.

Sac let the bonie lass gang.

Whae'er ye be that woman love,

To this be never blind ; Nae ferlie 'tis tho' fickle she prove,

A woman has't by kind. O woman, lovely woman fair.

An angel form's faun to thy share 1 'Twou'd been o'er meikle to've gi'en thee mair.;

I mean an angel mind. —

WET WILL FLORELLA, WHEN I GAZE,

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w HY will Florella, when I gaze,

My ravish'd eyes reprove, And chide them from the only face

I can behold with love ? To shun your scorn, and ease my care,,

I seek a nymph more kind : And as I range from fair to fair,

Still gentler usage find.

SAME AIR,

But O ! how faint is ev'ry joy,

Where nature has no part ? New beauties may my eyes employ.

But you engage my heart. So restless exiles, as they roam.

Meet pity every where : Yet languish for their native home,

Though death attends them there.

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{)H! I HAE LOST MT SILKEN SNOOD.

AIR,— THE SILKEN SNOOD.

Oh ! I hae lost my silken snood,

That tied my hair sae yellow ; I've gi'en my heart to the lad I loo'd ;

He was a gallant fellow. And twine it weel, my bonie dow,

And twine it weel, the plaiden j The lassie lost her silken snood,

In pu'ing of the bracken.

He prais'd my een sae bonny bluCj

Sae lily-white my skin O, And syne he prie'd my bonny mou',

And swore it was nae sin O.

And twine it weel, my bonny dow, &g„

But he has left the lass he loo'd,

His ain true love forsaken, Which gars me sair to greet the snood

I lost amang the bracken.

And twine it weel, my bonny dow, &c.

■■GONE IS Mr HEAR% lOR EVER ^GONE.

WRITTEN FOR THIS WORK

By peter PINDAR.

THE SAME AIR.

Gone is my heart, for ever gone,

And thou the cause, believe me : Yes, thou the mischief, Jane, hast done,

And gloriest to deceive me. O cheer once more our drooping scenes.

And chace the cloud of sorrow : O bring those eyes where Summer reigns.

And cheek, the rose would borrow.

Bring back that form which once was mine.

The fount of ev'ry pleasure ; Where beauty with a skill divine

Has lavish'd all her treasure. Thine art too fatal have I found.

Too deeply, nymph, I feel it; Sure if thine eyes have giv'n a wound,

'Tis fair thy lips should heal it.

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TURN- JGAIN, THOU FAIR ELIZJ. By ROBERT BURNS.

AIR, THE

X. URN again, thou fair Eliza, Ae kind blink before we part ; Rue on thy despairing lover, Canst thou break his faithful heart ? Turn again, thou fair Eliza — If to love thy heart denies, For pity, hide the cruel sentence Under friendship's kind disguise.

Thee, dear maid, have I offended ! The offence is loving thee : Canst thou wreck his peace for ever, Wha for thine wou'd gladly die !

BONNY BRUCKET LASSIE.

While the life beats in my bosom, Thou shalt mix in ilka throe ; Turn again, thou lovely maiden, Ae sweet smile on me bestow.

Not the bee upon , the blossom, Ln the pride of sunny noon ; Not the little sporting fairy. All beneath the summer moon ; Not the Poet, in the moment Fancy lightens in his e'e, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, That thy presence gi'es to me.

TELL ME, TELL ME, CHARMING CREATURE,

THE SAME AIR.

Tell me, tell me, charming creature, Will you never ease my pain ?

Must I die for ev'ry feature ? Must I always love in vain ?

The desire of admiration Is the pleasure you pursue ;

Pray thee, try a lasting passion.

Such a love as mine for you.

Tears and sighing could not move you,

For a lover ought to dare ; When I plainly told I lov'd you,

Then you said I went too far.

Are such giddy ways beseeming ?

"Will my dear be fickle still ? Conquest is the joy &£ women.

Let their slaves be what they will.

T'our neglect with torment_ fills me,

And my desperate thoughts increase Pray consider, if you kill me,

You will have a lover less. If your wand'ring heart is beating

For new lovers, let it be ; But when you have done cocquetting,

Name a day, and fix on me.

THE REPLT.

In vain, fond youth, thy tears give o'er ;

What more, alas ! can Flavia do ? Thy truth I own, thy fate deplore ; All are not happy that are true.

But if revenge can ease thy pain, I'll soothe the ills I cannot cure Tell that I drag a hopeless chain, And all that I inflict, endure I

Suppress those sighs, and weep no more :

Should heaven and earth with thee combine, 'Tvvere all in vain ; since any pow'r. To crov/n thy love, must alter mine.

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TE BANKS AND BRAES 0' BONNT BOON

By ROBERT BURNS.

AIR, THE CALEDONIAN HUNT'S DELIGHT^

COMPOSED

Bt Mr James Miller^ Edinburgh,

Y E banks and braes o' bonie Boon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair ; How can ^fe chant, ye httle birds, And I sae weary fu' of care ! Thou'lt break my heart,- thou warbling bird, That wantons thro' the flowery thorn ; Thou mind'st me of departed joys, Departed, never to return.

Oft have I rov'd by bonie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine And ilka bird sang o' its love, And fondly sae did I o' mine. Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree j And my fause lover staw my rose, But ah ! he left the thorn wi' me.

'UNLESS WITH MT AMANDA BLEST, By THOMSON.

THE SAME AIR.

Unless with my Amanda blest,

In vain I twine the woodbine bower ; Unless to deck her sweeter breast,

In vain I rear the breathing flower. Awaken'd by the genial year.

In vain the birds around me sing ; In vain the fresh'ning fields appear ;

Without my Love there is no spring.

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AND TE SHALL IVA L K IN SILK ATTIRE.

• AIR, THE SILLEPv CROWN.

And ye shall walk in silk attire,

And siller hae to spare, Gin ye'U consent to be his bride,

Nor think o' Donald mair. Oh ! wha wad buy a silken gown,

Wi' a poor broken heart ; Or what's to me a siller crown,

Gin frae my love I part.

The mind whose every wish is pure,

Far dearer is to me, And e'er I'm forc'd to break my faith,

I'll lay me down and die : For I hae pledg'd my virgin troth.

Brave Donald's fate to share ; And he has gi'en to me his heart,

Wi' a' its virtues rare.

His gentle manners wan my heart. He, gratefu', took the gift ;

Cou'd I but think to seek it back, It wou'd be war than theft.

For langest life can ne'er repay The love he bears to me ;

And e'er I'm forc'd to break my troth, I'll lay me down and die.

rOO PLAIN, DEAR TOUTH, THESE TELL-TALE ETES.

By SOAME JENYNS.

THE SAME AIR.

.1 oo plain, dear youth, these tell-tale eyes

My heart your own declare ; But, for Heaven's sake, let it suffice,

You reign triumphant there. Forbear your utmost pow'r to try,

Nor farther urge your sway : Press not for what; I must deny.

For fear I should obey.

Could all your arts successful prove,

Wou'd you a maid undo ? Whose greatest failing is her love,

, And that her love for you.

Say, wou'd you use that very pow'r. You from her fondness claim,

To ruin, in one fatal hour, A life of spotless fame ?

Resolve not then to do an ill,

Because perhaps you may ; But rather use your utmost skill

To save me, than betray. Be you yourself my virtue's guard ,^

Defend, and not pursue : Since 'tis a task for me too hard,

To combat love and you.

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FJTE GAVE THE WORD, THE ARROW SPED,

A MOTHER S LAMENTATION FOR THE DEATH OF HER SON.

By ROBERT BURNS.

AIR, ^FINLAYSTON HOUSE,

COMPOSED

Br y. Riddel, Ayr.

Fate gave the word, the arrow sped, And pierc'd my darling's heart :

And with him all the joys are fled, -Life can to me impart.

By cruel hands the sapling drops, In dust dishonour'd laid ;

So fell the pride of all my hopes, My age's future shade.

The mother linnet in the brake

Bewails her ravish'd young s So I, for my lost darling's sake,

Lament the live-day long. Death, oft I've fear'd thy fatal blow.

Now, fond,^ I bare my breast, O, do thou kindly lay me low

With him I love, at rest.

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TRUE HEARTED WAS HE THE SAD SWAIN,

WRITTEN FOR THIS WORK

By ROBERT BURNS.

AIR, BONNY DUNDEE.

X RUE hearted was he the sad swain of the Yarrow,

And fair are the maids on the banks of the Ayr ; But by the sweet side of the Nith's winding river,

Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair. To equal young Jessie, seek Scotland all over j

To equal young Jessie, you seek it in vain ; Grace, beauty, and elegance, fetter her lover,

And maidenly modesty fixes the chain.

Oh fresh is the rose in the gay dewy morning,

And sweet is the lily at evening close •, JBut in the fair presence of lovely young Jessie,

Unseen is the lily, unheeded the rose. Love sits in her smile, a wizzard ensnaring ;

Enthron'd in her eyes he delivers his law 5 And still to her charms she alone is a stranger !

Her modest demeanor 's the jewel of a'.

HOW BLEST HAS MT TIME BEEN,

THE SAME AIR.

How blest has my time been, what joys have I known, Since wedlock's soft bondage made Jessy my own ? So joyful my heart is, so easy my chain, That freedom is tasteless, and roving a pain. Through walks grown with woodbines as often we stray. Around us our boys and girls frolick and play ; How pleasing their sport is ! The wanton ones see, And borrow their looks from my Jessy and me.

To try her sweet temper, oft-times am I seen In revels all day with the nymphs on the green ; Though painful my absence, my doubts she bcguilee. And meets me at night with complacence and smiles. What though on her cheeks the rose loses its hue. Her wit and good humour bloom all the year through ; Time still, as he flies, adds increase to her truth. And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.

Ye shepherds so gay, who make love to ensnare, And cheat with false vov/s the too credulous fair : In search of true pleasure, how vainly you roam 1 To hold it for life, you must find it at home.

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■SAW YE Mr WEE THING, ^c. By H. MAGNEILL.

AIR, CAULB FROSTY MORNING.

n Saw ye my wfee thing ? saw ye mine ain thing ?

" Saw ye my true love down on yon lea ?

*' Cross'd she the meadow, yestreen at the gloaming?

" Sought she the burnie, whar flovv'rs the haw-tree ?

" Her hair it is lint- white ; her skin it is milk-white ;

" Dark is the blue o' her saft-rolling e'e I

" Red, red her ripe lips, and sweeter than roses !

" Whar could my wee thing wander frae me ?"

' I saw na your wee thing, I saw na your ain thing,

' Nor saw I your true love down by yon lea ;

' But I met my bonny thing late in the gloaming,

* Down by the burnie whar flow'rs the haw-tree.

' Her hair it was lint-white, her skin it was milk-white,

' Dark was the blue o' her saft-rolling e'e !

' Red were her ripe lips, and sweeter than roses I

' Sweet were the kisses that she ga'e to me 1'

" It was na my wee thing ! it was na mine ain thing !

" It was na my true love ye met by the tree !

" Proud is her leal heart, modest her nature.

" She never loo'd ony till ance she loo'd me.

" Her name it is Mary, she's frae Castle Gary,

" Aft has she sat, when a bairn, on my knee !

" Fair as your face is, wer't fifty times fairer,

" Young bragger ! she ne'er would gi'e kisses to thee !"

' It was tlicn your Mary, she's fiae Gastle Gary,

• It was then your true love I met by the tree I

• Proud as her heart is, and modest her nature, ' Sweet were the kisses that she ga'e to me 1'

Sair gloom'd his dark brow, blood-red his cheek grew, Wild flash'd ihe fire frae his red-rolling e'e ; " Ye's rue sair this morning, your boasts and your scornii " Defend, ye fause traitor ; fu' loudly ye lie I"

' A wa' wi' beguiling,' cried the youth, smiling : AfF went the bonuet; the lint-white locks flee ; The belted plaid fa'ing, her white bosom shawing, Fair stood the lov'd maid wi' the dark-rolling e'e ! " Is it my wee thing ? is it mine ain thing ? " Is it my true love here that I see ?"

* Oh Jamie I forgi'e me, your heart's constant to me .; ' I'll never raair wander, dear laddie, fi-ae thee.'

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DVNCAN GRjr CAME HERE fO WOO.

WRITTEN FOR THTS WORK

By ROBERT BURNS.

AIR,-

DaNCAN Gray came here to woo,

Ha, ha, the wooing o't ; On new-year's night, when we were fou.

Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Maggie coost her head fu' heigh, Look'd asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh ;

Ha, ha, the wooing o't.

-DUNCAN GRAY.

Time and chance are but a tide, Ha, ha, the wooing o't ;

Slighted love is sair to bide, Ha, ha, the wooing o't.

Shall I, like a fool, quoth he,

For a haughty hizzie die ?

She may gae to — France for me I Ha, ha, the wooing o't.

How it conies, let Doctors tell,

Ha, ha, the wooing o't ; Meg grew sick, — as he grew heal,

Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Something in her bosom wrings, For relief a sigh she brings ; And oh I her e'en they spake sic things Ha, ha, the wooing o't.

Duncan fleech'd, and Duncan pray'd,

Ha, ha, the wooing o't ; Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig *,

Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Duncan sigh'd, baith out and in, Grat his een baith bleer't and bhn'^ Spake o' louping o'er a linn,

Ha, ha, the wooing o't.

Duncan was a lad o' grace, Ha, ha, the wooing o't ; Maggie's was a piteous case.

Ha, ha, the vvooing o't. Duncan cou'dna be her death,

Swelling pity smoor'd his wrath : No^v they're crouse and canty baith ! Ha, ha, the wooing o't.

* A great insulated Koch to the south of the island of ArRAN.

LET NOT WOMAN E\ER COMPLAIK

WRITTEN FOR THIS WORK

By ROBERT BURNS.

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Let not woman e'er complain

Of inconstancy in love ; Let not woman e'er complain,

Fickle man is apt to rove : Look abroad through Nature's range. Nature's mighty law is change j Ladies, would it not be strange

Man should then a monster prove ?

SAME AIR.

Mark the winds, and mark the skies ;

Ocean's ebb, and ocean's flow ; Sun and moon but set to rise ;

Round and round the seasons go : Why then ask of silly Man, To oppose great Nature's plan ? We'll be constant while we can —

You can be no more, you know.

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0 POORTIT'H CAULD, AND RESTLESS LOVE,

WRITTEN FOR THIS WORK

By ROBERT BURNS.

AIR, HAD A HORSE AND I HAD NAE MAIR.

O pooRTiTH cauld, and restless love,

Ye wreck my peace between ye ; Yet poortith a' I could forgive.

An' 'twere na for my Jeanie. O why should Fate sic pleasvire have,

Life's dearest bands untwining ? Or why sae sweet a flower as love,

Depend on Fortune's shining.

This warld's wealth when I think on,

Its pride, and a' the lave o't ; Fie, fie on silly coward man.

That he should be the slave o't, O why, &c.

Her een sae bonie blue betray.

How she repays my passion ; But prudence is her o'erword ay.

She talks of rank and fashion. O why, &c.

O wha can prudence think upon,

And sic a lassie by him ; O wha can prudence think upon,

And sae in love as I am ? O why, &c.

How blest the humble cotter's fate.

He wooes his simple dearie ; The silly bogles. Wealth and State,

Can never make them eerie. O why, &c.

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By ROBERT BURNS.

AIR, ^HERE'S A HEALTH TO MY TRUE LOVE.

JL HE lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill, Conceahng the course of the dark- winding rill ; How languid the scenes, late so sprightly, appear, As autumn to winter resigns the pale year.

The forests are leafless, the meadows are brown^ And all the gay foppery of summer is flown 3 Apart let me wander, apart let me muse. How quick Time is flying, how keen Fate pursues*

How long I have liv'd,— -but how much liv'd in vain i How little of life's scanty span may remain ; What aspects old Time in his progress has worn ; What ties cruel Fate in my bosom has torn.

How foolish, or worse, 'till our summit is gain'd !

And downward, how weaken'd, how darken'd, how pain'd \

Life is not worth having with all it can give,

For something beyond it poor man sure must live.

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ABTEJUTISIEMEMT.

jThe Publisher, having already had occasion to check several Piracies from the Songs of Burns, annexes, for the information of all whom it eoncerns, the follovraig Certificate, from the Original' in the Poet's hand-writing.

" I DO hereby certify, that all the Songs of my writing, published, and to be published, by " Mr George Thomson of Edinburgn, are so published by my authority. And moreover, that " / never ewpowe7-cd any other person to publish any nf the Songs written by me for his Worh *' And I authorise him to prosecute any person or persons who shall publish or vend any of those

Songs without his consent. In testimony whereof, &c. ROBERT BURNS."

Lately Published by George Thomson, and to be hadat his house in Torh-T lace, Edinburgh ; or at T Preston's, N°. 97. Strand, London ; the following Works :

Six Grand Sonatas for the Piano-Forte, in Two Books 5 — the middle and last movements of which are founded upon Scotish subjects, with Accompaniments, composed by Pleyel. — Also,.

Six Grand Sonatas for the Piano-Forte, upon a similar plan, with Accompaniments, compos- ed by KozELHCH.

In these Works, the first movement of each Sonata, (the subject of the Composer's own fancy),, forms a delightful variety, contrasted with the familiar subjects of the middle and last Move- ments. And the Publisher flatters himself they will be found two of the most interesting Works for the Piano-Forte ever offered to the Public. A spurious work, a wretched imitation of the first-mentioned Sonatas, having been published by J. Dale, Music-seller, London, with Pleyel's Name on the Title-page, those commissioning the Genuine Work should caution their Corre- spondents against that gross imposition j observing that each Book of the Real Sonatas is sub- scribed on the Tide-page in the same manner with each Book of these Songs, by ^

G. THOMSOtJ.

PREFACE,

jL HE Scotish Melodies have ever been admired for their originality, sweetness, and pathos ; and many of them for their exailerating gaiety and spirit. Various Collections of these have been oftered to the Public, but all of them more or less defective and exceptionable. Formed, without much care or research, they are in general filled with whatever could most easily be gathered. In none of the Collections do we meet M'ith many fine Airs, without a large inter- mixture of trifling and inferior tunes, nor in any Collection do we find Accompaniments to the Airs, which can be pronounced both masterly, and well adapted for general performance. And, with respect to thi Verses joined t the Airs, there are in all the Collections too many that debase the Music.

To furnish a Collection of all the fine Airs, both of the plaintive and lively kind, unmixed with trifling, and inferior ones : — to obtain the most suitable and finished Accompaniments, with the addition of characteristic Symphonies, to introduce and conclude each Air : — and to substitute congenial and interesting Songs, every way worthy of the Music, in the room of insipid or exceptionable Verses, were the great objects of the present Publication.

The first object was to procure the Airs in their best form. What their precise original form may have been, can- not now be ascertained. Although we go back to the earliest printed Collection, it is far from certain that the Airs are there presented to us as they came from the Composers ; for they had been preserved we know not how long, by oral tradition, and thus were hable to changes before being collected. Nor is it at all certain that the earhest Collec- tors had industry to seek, opportunity to find, and musical taste to select and hand down the Airs in their most ap- proved form. There is iio doubt, however, that, in the progress of the Airs to modern times, they have in some parts been delicately moulded by judicious Singers, into a more pleasing form than that given to them by the early Pub- lishers. In selecting the Airs for this Work, the Editor not only carefully examined and collated all the Collec- tions, but likewise consulted such intelligent friends as he knew to have been much conversant with their native mu- sic ; and he invariably preferred that set of every Air, printed or manuscript, which seemed the most simple and beautiful, freed, he trusts, from vulgar errors on the one hand, and redundant graces on the other.

The Symphonies and Accompaniments next engaged his solicitude. For the composition of these, he entered into terms with Mr Pleyel, who fulfilled part of his engagement very satisfactorily ; but having then deserted it, the Editor, after a fruitless correspondence with him, which retarded the progress of the Work for years, at length found it necessary to turn his eyes elsewhere. He was so fortunate, however, assisted by the good offices of a Gentleman at Vienna, as to engage Mr Kozeluch and Dr Haydn, to proceed with the Work, which they have finished in such a manner, as to leave him without any other regret, but that of having so long delayed his application to them. The Scotish Melodies can now boast of Symphonies and Accompaniments by the most distinguished Composers existing. Of the hundred Airs already published, thirty-two have Symphonies and Accompapaniments by Pleyel * ; the rest of the Number are by Kozeluch, who lately revised these, corrected all the mistakes that had crept into the first edition, and simplified and improved Nos. 29, 36, 46, 51, 53, 55, 60, 68, 74, 88, and 94, of his Symphonies and Accompani- ments. Those remaining, and now preparing for publication, with exception of a few from Kozeluch, are by Haydn.

The Symphonies form an Introduction and Conclusion to each Air, so characteristic, so elegant, and so delightful, and comprise such a rich Collection of new and original Pieces, that they must be regarded by every Musical Ama- teur as an invaluable Appendage to the Airs.

The Accompaniments are admirably calculated to support the Voice, and to beautify the Airs, without any ten- dency to overpower the Singer. Instead of a Thorough-bass denoted by figures, which very few can play with any propriety, the harmony is plainly express'd in musical Notes, which every young Lady may execute correctly. Here therefore the Piano-Forte wiU alone be found a most satisfactory Accompaniment in Chamber singing. At the same time, when the Violin and Violoncello are joined to the Piano-Forte, they certainly enrich the effect highly f .

Besides the Symphonies and Accompaniments, Second-voice parts have been composed by those great Masters, for such of the Airs as seemed best fitted to be sung as Duetts, while the Airs themselves remain vmtouched, and may still be sung by a single voice, as formerly. They have made the same addition to each of the Chorusses of the Songs, never hefore harmonized, but hitherto sung either by one voice, or by different voices in unison.

* Tlie first 25, with Nos. 76, 78, 80, 82, 84, 86, and 92.

■\ Haydn foi-merly composed Accompaniments to part of another Collection of Scotish Songs, but without any Symphonies, which have afforded him a happy opportunity of drawing from his inexhaustible fancy, those exquisite combinations and inimitable touches that render his compositions more and more enchanting the oftener they are heard. These Symphonies are to be found in this Work only : — and, in lieu of a Jigured hzsi for the Piano-Forte, as in. the CoUectioji alluded to, he has here given a delicate Accompaniment in Notes for both hands.

Rousseau, in his Musical Dictionary, under the article Accompaniment, has shewn the disadvantage and the difficulty of playing the harmony homfgures. Those signs, he observes, are equivocal, obscure, and insufficient, as they seldom determine with any exactness the nature of the ,

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Among Critics, it may be a question whether Pleyel, Kozeiuch, or Haydn, has display'd the happiest style in what they have done for this Work. But, without entering into such an enquiry,