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of Albany, I deem it probable that it was at this time that Burns composed a song in honor of that lady which has not till now seen the light.
My heart is wae, and unco wae,
This lovely maid's of royal blood
In the rolling tide of spreading Clyde
But there's a youth, a witless youth,
That fills the place where she should be;3 We'll send him o'er to his native shore, And bring our ain sweet Albany.
Alas the day, and wo the day,
2 Rothsay, the county town of Bute, gave a title to the eldest sons of the kings of Scotland (Duke of Rothsay).
3 An allusion to the Prince of Wales.
Who now commands the towers and lands, The royal right of Albany.
We'll daily pray, we'll nightly pray,
On bended knees most fervently, The time may come, with pipe and drum, We'll welcome hame fair Albany.1
ON SCARING SOME WATER-FOWL IN
WHY, ye tenants of the lake,
At my presence thus you fly?
Bide the surging billow's shock.
1 Prince Charles, at his death in 1788, left the Duchess of Albany his sole heir, but she did not long survive him. The above song is printed from a portion of a manuscript book in Burns's handwriting, which is now in the possession of Mr. B. Nightingale, London.
Conscious, blushing for our race,
The eagle, from the cliffy brow,
But man, to whom alone is given
And creatures for his pleasure slain.
And life's poor season peaceful spend.
Dare invade your native right,
On the lofty ether borne,
Man with all his powers you scorn;
Swiftly seek, on clanging wings,
BLITHE WAS SHE.
TUNE- Andro and his Cutty Gun.
The subject of these verses was Miss Euphemia Murray of Lintrose, a beautiful creature of eighteen, already distinguished by the sobriquet of the “Flower of Strathmore."
BLITHE, blithe and merry was she,
Blithe was she but and ben: i. e. everywhere Blithe by the banks of Earn,
And blithe in Glenturit Glen.
By Auchtertyre grows the aik,
On Yarrow banks the birken shaw; birch-woods
But Phemie was a bonnier lass
Than braes o' Yarrow ever saw.
Her looks were like a flower in May,
She tripped by the banks o' Earn,
Her bonny face it was as meek
The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet
The Highland hills I've wandered wide,
TUNE The Shepherd's Wife.
Burns had taken up his residence with Mr. William Cruikshank, a master in the Edinburgh High School. Mr. Cruikshank had a daughter Janet, a young girl of budding loveliness, and much promise as a pianist. To her the poet was indebted for many pleasant hours, in listening to his favorite Scottish airs. He also employed her voice and instrument in enabling him to adapt new verses to old airs for the Scots Musical Museum. He gratefully celebrated his favorite, little Miss Jenny Cruikshank, in the two following pieces.
A ROSE-BUD by my early walk,
1 An open space in a cornfield, generally a ridge left untilled.