SHE'S FAIR AND FAUSE. Tune-"She's Fair and Fause." SHE'S fair and fause that causes my smart, She's broken her vow, she's broken my heart, A coof1 cam in wi' routh o' gear,2 Whae'er ye be that woman love, Nae ferlie 'tis, though fickle she prove, O woman, lovely woman fair! An angel form's fa'n to thy share; The hunter lo'es the morning sun, MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine. I never saw a fairer, I never lo'ed a dearer; And neist my heart I'll wear her, She is a winsome wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine. The warld's wrack we share o't, HIGHLAND MARY. Tune-"Katharine Ogie." THIS is another magnificent expression of his passion for Highland Mary. Writing to Thomson, he says:-"The following song pleases me; I think it is in my happiest manner. The subject of the song is one of the most interesting assages of my youthful days; and I own that I should be much flattered to see the verses set to an air which would insure celebrity. Perhaps, after all, it is the still glowing prejudice of my heart that throws a borrowed lustre over the merits of the composition." See p. 353 for an account of Mary. YE banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, 1 Be lost. Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie!1 There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk! Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, But, oh! fell Death's untimely frost, Oh, pale, pale now, those rosy lips, But still within my bosom's core AULD ROB MORRIS. THE two first lines of the following belong to an old ballad-the rest is the poet's. THERE'S auld Rob Morris that wons 2 in yon glen, She's fresh as the morning the fairest in May; 1 Muddy. 2 Dwells. 3 Choice. But oh! she's an heiress,-auld Robin's a laird, The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane ; Oh, had she but been of a lower degree, I then might hae hoped she'd hae smiled upon me! COCK UP YOUR BEAVER. Tune-"Cock up your beaver." THE second verse of this song is Burns's-the first is old. WHEN first my brave Johnnie lad Came to this town, He had a blue bonnet That wanted the crown; But now he has gotten Cock up your beaver, And gie them a brush; There's somebody there We'll teach better behaviour Hey, brave Johnnie lad, Cock up your beaver ! BONNY PEG. THE following lines first appeared in the Edinburgh Magazine for 1818 As I came in by our gate end, As day was waxin' weary, 1 Death, |