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SONGS: EKOM JOHNSON'S SCOTS MUSICAL MUSEUM [ORIGINALLY ACKNOWLEDGED BY AUTHOE.] III. " Were Fortune foe, Tune. Loch Eroch Sido.' lovely Peggy's Such sweetness would relent her; As blooming Spring unbends the brow Of surly, savage Winter. I. Detraction's eye no aim can gain, YOUNG blooms our boniest Peggy lass, Her winning pow'rs to lessen; Her blush is like the morning, And fretful envy grins in vain The the rosy dawn, springing grass, The poison'd tooth to fasten. With early gems adorning. IV. Her eyes outshine the radiant beams That gild the passing shower, Ye Pow'rs of Honor, Love, and Truth, And o'er the streams, ill glitter chrystal From ev'ry defend her ; each flower. And chear fresh'niug Inspire the highly-favour'd youth The destinies intend her : II. Still fan the sweet connubial flame Her more than the cherries in each bosom lips, bright, Responsive ; richer has them A dye graced ; And bless the dear parental name They charm th' admiring gazer's sight, With many a filial blossom. And sweetly tempt to taste them : Her smile is as the evening mild, When feather' d pairs are courting, And little lambkins wanton wild, In playful bands disporting. 2 B [POETICAL WORKS. III. , an' I'll tome to The braes ascend like lofty wa's, The foamy stream deep-roaring fa's, [FIRST SET: SECOND SET IN THOMSON'S COLLECTION.] O'erhung wi' fragrant spreading shaws, The birks of Aberfeldy. I. IV. I'll WHISTLE, an' come to lad ; you, my The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flowers, whistle, an' I'll come to you, lad : my White o'er the linns the burnie poui;s, father and mither should baith gae mad, Though And rising, weets wi' misty showers whistle, an' I'll come to lad. you, my The birks of Aberfeldy. II. V. Come down the back stairs when come to ye Let Fortune's gifts at random flee, court me; They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me, Come down the back stairs when come to ye Supremely blest wi' love and thee, court me; In the birks of Aberfeldy. see Come down the back stairs, and let iiaebody ; come as were na to And ye coming me, Bonny lassie, will ye go, Will will And come as ye were na coming to me. ye go, ye go ; Bonny lassie, will ye go To the birks of Aberfeldy ? H, to ill ge go? Tune." The Birks of Aborfeldy." CHOEUS. Tune.-" The Northern Lass." Bonny lassie, will ye go, will Will ye go, ye go ; Bonny lassie, will ye go THOUGH cruel fate should bid us part, To the birks of Aberfeldy ? Far as the pole and line, Her dear idea round my heart, I. Should tenderly entwine. Now Simmer blinks on braes, flowery Though mountains rise, and deserts howl, And o'er the streamlets ; chrystal plays And oceans roar between ; Come let us the spend lightsome days Yet, dearer than my deathless soul, In birks of the Aberfeldy. I still would love my Jean. II. The little birdies blythely sing, While o'er their heads the hazels hing, Or lightly flit on wanton wing In the birks of Aberfeldy. JOHNSON'S MUSEUM.] OF ROBERT BURNS. SET Stag, tmj Charmer. [SECOND BEGINS THUS:] Tune. "An Gille dubh ciar dhubh." L* THICKEST night, o'erhang my dwelling ! Howling tempests, o'er me rave ! I. Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, can leave me ? STAY, my charmer, you Still surround my lonely cave ! Cruel, cruel, to deceive me ! Chrystal streamlets, &c. Well you know how much you grieve me Cruel charmer, can you go ? Cruel charmer, can you go ! II. love so ill By my requited ; the faith Tune. " By you fondly plighted ; Morag." the of lovers By pangs slighted ; Do not, do not leave me so! Do not, do not leave me so ! I. LOUD blaw the frosty breezes, The snaws the mountains cover ; Like winter on me thickest flight, Summnb mg Btodlhtg! seizes, " Since rover Tune. Strathallan's Lament." my young Highland Far wanders nations over. Where'er he go, where'er he stray, [ORIGINAL SET.] May Heaven be his warden : Return him safe to fair Strathspey, I. And bonie Castle-Gordon ! THICKEST night, surround my dwelling ! II. Howling tempests, o'er me rave ! Turtid torrents, wintry swelling, The trees now naked groaning, Roaring by my lonely cave ! Shall soon wi' leaves be hinging, Chrystal streamlets gently flowing, The birdies dowie moaning, Busy haunts of base mankind, Shall a' be blythely singing, Western breezes softly blowing, And every flower be springing. Suit not my distracted mind. Sae I'll rejoice the lee-lang day, When by his mighty Warden II. My youth's return'd to fair Strathspey, In the cause of Right engaged, And bonie Castle-Gordon. Wrongs injurious to redress, Honor's war we strongly waged, But the heavens deny'd success. Ruin's wheel has driven o'er us, a that dare Not hope attend, * A strange confusion about these lines seems to exist in The wide world is all before us some highly respectable Editions, which will bo fully examined But a world without a friend. hereafter in Notes. 132 LIFE AND WORKS [POETICAL WORKS. ot the II. " O'er the past too fondly wandering, na chri." Tune." Bltanneracli dlion future On the hopeless pondering ; Chilly grief my life-blood freezes, Fell despair my fancy seizes. thou soul of I. Life, every blessing, Load to misery most distressing, How pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon, Gladly how would I resign thee, With green spreading bushes and flow'rs bloom- And to dark Oblivion join thee!" ing fair! But the bonniest flow'r on the banks of the Devon Was once a sweet bud on the braes of the Ayr. Mild be the sun on this sweet blushing flower, In the as it bathes in the dew ; gay rosy morn, 0tt the ^taring (Skean. And gentle the fall of the soft vernal shower, Tune. " Druimion dubh." That steals on the evening each leaf to renew ! II. I. spare the dear blossom, ye orient breezes, MUSING on the With chill hoary wing as ye usher the dawn; roaring ocean, Which divides love and me And far be thou distant, thou reptile that seizest my ; ! heav'n in warm The verdure and pride of the garden or lawn Wearying devotion, For his weal where'er he be. Let Bourbon exult in his gay gilded Lilies, And England triumphant display her proud Rose : II. A fairer than either adorns the green vallies, Where Devon, sweet Devon, meandering flows. Hope and fear's alternate billow Yielding late to nature's law, Whisp'ring spirits round my pillow Talk of him that's far awa. III. armmb her $J0tomg. Ye whom sorrow never wounded, Ye who never shed a tear, Tune. "Macgregor of Rura's Lament." Care-untroubled, joy-surrounded, Gaudy day to you is dear. IV. I. Gentle do thou befriend me : RAVING winds around her blowing, night, sleep, the curtain draw; Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, Downy Spirits kind, again attend me, By a river hoarsely roaring, Talk of him that's far awa ! Isabella stray'd deploring " Farewell, hours that late did measure Sunshine days of joy and pleasure; Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow, Cheerless night that knows no morrow ! JOHNSON'S MUSEUM.] OF ROBERT BURNS. teas Sht. " Tune." The Eose-bud." Tune. Andro and his Cutty Gun." I. CHOKUS. A ROSE-BUD by my early walk, and was Elythe, blythe merry she, Adown a corn-inclosed bawk, Blythe was she but and ben : Sae gently bent its stalk, Blythe by the banks of Em, thorny And blythe in Glenturit glen. All on a dewy morning. Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled, I. In a' its crimson glory spread, BY Oughtertyre grows the aik, And drooping rich the dewy head, It scents the On Yarrow banks the birkeii shaw ; early morning. But Phemie was a bonier lass II. Than braes o' Yarrow ever saw. Within the bush, her covert nest little linnet II. A fondly prest ; The dew sat on her Her looks were like a flow'r in May, chilly breast, Sae early in the morning. Her smile was like a simmer mom ; She soon shall see her tender brood, She tripped by the banks of Ern, The pride, the pleasure o' the wood, As light's a bird upon a thorn. Amang the fresh green leaves bedew' d, III. Awauk the early morning. Her bony face it was as meek III. As ony Iamb upon a lee; So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair, The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet, On trembling string or vocal air, As was the blink o' Phemie's e'e. Shall sweetly pay the tender care That tents IV. thy early morning. So thou, sweet Rose-bud, young and gay, The Highland hills I've wander'd wide, Shalt beauteous blaze upon the day, And o'er the Lawlands I hae been ; And bless the parent's evening ray But Phemie was the blythest lass That watch'd thy early morning. That ever trode the dewy green. Blythe, blythe and merry was she, Blythe was she but and ben : the banks of Blythe by Ern, SStmter'* And blythe in Glenturit glen. " Tune. Neil Gow's Lamentation for Abercairny." I. WHERE, braving angry winter's storms, The lofty Ochels rise, Far in their shade my Peggy's charms First blest my wondering eyes ; 134 LIFE AND WORKS [POETICAL WORKS.