Now farewell light-thou sunshine bright, May coward shame distain his name, The wretch that dares not die ! WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU, MY LAD. OH, whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad; Come down the back stairs when ye come to court me ; STAY, MY CHARMER. Tune-" An Gille dubh ciar dhubh." STAY, my charmer, can you leave me? Well you know how much you grieve me; By my love so ill requited; STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT. THE Strathallan of the following lines was William, fourth Viscount of the name, who fell at Culloden in 1746. The poet, misinformed in this particular, imagines him to have escaped to some secure place after the battle. THICKEST night, o'erhang my dwelling! Howling tempests, o'er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, Still surround my lonely cave! Crystal streamlets gently flowing, In the cause of right engaged, Ruin's wheel has driven o'er us, THE YOUNG HIGHLAND ROVER. Tune-"Morag." LOUD blaw the frosty breezes, Since my young Highland rover The trees, now naked groaning, I Sadly. RAVING WINDS AROUND HER BLOWING. Tune-"Macgregor of Ruara's Lament." "I COMPOSED these verses," says Burns, "on Miss Isabella M'Leod of Raasay, alluding to her feelings on the death of her sister, and the still more melancholy death of her sister's husband, the late Earl of Loudon, who shot himself out of sheer heartbreak at some mortification he suffered from the deranged state of his finances." I COMPOSED these verses," says the poet, "out of compliment to a Mrs Maclachlan, whose husband was an officer in the East Indies." MUSING on the roaring ocean, Hope and Fear's alternate billow Ye whom sorrow never wounded, Gentle Night, do thou befriend me; BONNY PEGGY ALISON. Tune-" Braes o' Balquhidder." THE heroine of this song is thought to have been the "Montgomery's Peggy" of the song of that name, and the subject of several other songs. I'LL kiss thee yet, yet, And I'll kiss thee o'er again; And I'll kiss thee yet, yet, My bonny Peggy Alison ! Ilk care and fear, when thou art near, When in my arms, wi' a' thy charms, And by thy een, sae bonny blue, And break it shall I never, O! THE CHEVALIER'S LAMENT. Tune-"Captain O'Kean." "YESTERDAY," wrote Burns to his friend Cleghorn, "as I was riding through a tract of melancholy, joyless moors, between Galloway and Ayrshire, it being Sunday, I turned my thoughts to psalms, and hymns and spiritual songs; and your favourite air, Captain O'Kean,' coming at length into my head, I tried these words to it. I am tolerably pleased with the verses; but as I have only a sketch of the tune, I leave it with you to try if they suit the measure of the music." In reply Cleghorn suggests, "that you would send me a verse or two more; and, if you have no objection, I would have it in the Jacobite style. Suppose it should be sung after the fatal field of Culloden, by the unfortunate Charles." The poet followed his friend's advice. THE small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, 1 New-won. The hawthorn trees blow, in the dew of the morning, No flowers gaily springing, nor birds sweetly singing, The deed that I dared, could it merit their malice, OF A' THE AIRTS THE WIND CAN BLAW. Tune-"Miss Admiral Gordon's Strathspey." "I COMPOSED this song," says the poet, "out of compliment to Mrs. Burns, during our honeymoon.' OF a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonny lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night, my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air: There's not a bonny flower that springs OH, WERE I ON PARNASSUS' HILL. Tune-"My love is lost to me." THIS was also produced in honour of Mrs. Burns, shortly before she took up her residence at Ellisland as the poet's wife. |