As on the briar the budding rose
Still richer breathes and fairer blows,
So in my tender bosom grows
The love I bear my Willy.

HE.

The milder sun and bluer sky,
That crown my harvest cares wi' joy,
Were ne'er sae welcome to my eye
As is a sight o' Philly.

SHE.

The little swallow's wanton wing,
Though wafting o'er the flowery spring,
Did ne'er to me sic tidings bring,
As meeting o' my Willy.

HE.

The bee that through the sunny hour
Sips nectar in the opening flower,
Compared wi' my delight is poor,
Upon the lips o' Philly.

SHE.

The woodbine in the dewy weet,
When evening shades in silence meet,

Is nocht sae fragrant or sae sweet

As is a kiss o' Willy.

HE.

Let Fortune's wheel at random rin,
And fools may tine, and knaves may win;
My thoughts are a' bound up in ane,
And that's my ain dear Philly.

SHE.

What's a' the joys that gowd can gi'e!.
1 care nae wealth a single flie;
The lad I love's the lad for me.

And that's my ain dear Willy.

DAINTY DAVIE.

DAINTY DAVIE.1

Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers,

To deck her gay green spreading bowers;
And now comes in my happy hours,
To wander wi' my Davie.

CHORUS.

Meet me on the warlock knowe,2
Dainty Davie, dainty Davie;
There I'll spend the day wi' you,
My ain, dear dainty Davie.

The crystal waters round us fa',
The merry birds are lovers a',
The scented breezes round us blaw,
A wandering wi' my Davie.
Meet me, &c.

When purple morning starts the hare,
To steal upon her early fare,
Then through the dews I will repair,
To meet my faithfu' Davie.
Meet me, &c.

When day, expiring in the west,
The curtain draws o' Nature's rest,

I flee to his arms I lo'e best,

And that's my ain dear Davie.

Meet me in the warlock knowe,
Bonnie Davie, dainty Davie;
There I'll spend the day wi' you,
My ain dear, dainty Davie.

417

"Daintie Davie " is the title of an old Scotch song, from which Burns has taken nothing but the title and the measure.-CURrie. 2 The wizard's hill.

BI

418

FULL WELL THOU KNOW'ST.

FULL WELL THOU KNOW'ST.1

Tune-"Rothiemurche's Rant."

CHORUS.

FAIREST maid on Devon banks,
Crystal Devon, winding Devon,
Wilt thou lay that frown aside,

And smile as thou were wont to do?

FULL well thou know'st I love thee dear,
Couldst thou to malice lend an ear?
O, did not Love exclaim, "Forbear,
Nor use a faithful lover so?
Fairest maid, &c.

Then come, thou fairest of the fair,
Those wonted smiles, O, let me share;
And by thy beauteous self I swear,

No love but thine my heart shall know.
Fairest maid, &c.

1

Supposed to be the last song written by Burns. "I tried my

hand on Rothiemurche' this morning. The measure is so difficult,

that it is impossible to infuse much genius into the lines.”—R.B.

Stanzas in the Prospect of Death

Address to Edinburgh -

Ae Fond Kiss

O Were I on Parnassus Hill

Third Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry

A Bard's Epitaph

Wordsworth at the Grave of Burns

King Robert Bruce's address to his troops at Bannockburn

in facsimilie

Winter, a Dirge

A Prayer under the pressure of Violent Anguish.

The Death and Dying Words of poor Mailie

Poor Mailie's Elegy

The First Psalm

The first Six Verses of the Ninetieth Psalm

The Belles of Mauchlin

Epistle to Davie, a Brother Poet

To a Mouse on turning up her Nest with the Plough -

Second Epistle to Davie

Death and Doctor Hornbook

Epistle to W. Simpson

Epistle to John Lapraik

Halloween

Despondency

Verses to an Old Sweetheart after her Marriage
Verses written under Violent Grief

Epistle to a Young Friend, Andrew Hunter Aiken
Farewell to Ayrshire

The Brigs of Ayr

Page.

Written in Friar's Carse Hermitage

Sketch-New Year's Day-

The Humble Petition of Bruar Water
Castle Gordon-

On Scaring some Waterfowl at Lochturit

On the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair

To the Ruins of Lincluden Abbey

Mrs. Fergusson's Lament for the Death of her Son
Remorse

The Fete Champetre

283

286

277

288

290

291

292

293

294

296

Elegy on Captain Matthew Henderson
The Epitaph

Tam O'Shanter

To Dr. Blacklock

Lament of Mary Queen of Scots

Elegy on Miss Burnet

Lament for James, Earl of Glencairn

297

298

301

303

309

311

313

314

316

317

317

The Hermit

To a Haggis

Verses on the Destruction of Drumlanrig Woods
To a Kiss

First Epistle to R. Graham, Esq., of Fintry
Second Epistle to R. Graham, Esq., of Fintry
Third Epistle to R. Graham, Esq., p. 52
Fourth Epistle to R. Graham, Esq., of Fintry
Epistle to Hugh Parker

318

I Dreamed I lay where Flowers were springing

My Heart's in the Highlands -

To the Owl

M'Pherson's Farewell -

Auld Rob Morris -

Duncan Gray -