not the words of Burns: this contradiction is made openly, lest it should be thought that the bard had the bad taste to prefer this strain to dozens of others more simple, more impassioned, and more natural.] I. YESTREEN I had a pint o' wine, A place where body saw na; Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine The gowden locks of Anna. Rejoicing o'er his manna, II. Ye monarchs, take the east and west, Gie me within my straining grasp III. Awa, thou flaunting god o' day! My transports wi' my Anna! IV. The kirk and state may join and tell To live but her I canna: CLXXVIII. MY AIN KIND DEARIE, O! [This is the first song composed by Burns for the national collection of Thomson: it was written in October, 1792. "On reading over the Lea-rig," he says, "I immediately set about trying my hand on it, and, after all, I could make nothing more of it than the following." The first and second verses were only sent: Burns added the third and last verse in December.] I. WHEN o'er the hill the eastern star My ain kind dearie, O! II. In mirkest glen, at midnight hour, I'd meet thee on the lea-rig, III. The hunter lo'es the morning sun, To rouse the mountain deer, my jo; At noon the fisher seeks the glen, Along the burn to steer, my jo; It makes my heart sae cheery, O, CLXXIX. TO MARY CAMPBELL. ["In my very early years," says Burns to Thomson, "when I was thinking of going to the West Indies, I took the following farewell of a dear girl. You must know that all my earlier love-songs were the breathings of ardent passion, and though it might have been easy in after times to have given them a polish, yet that polish, to me, would have defaced the legend of my heart, so faithfully inscribed on them. Their uncouth simplicity was, as they say of wines, their race." The heroine of this early composition was Highland Mary.] She became a mariner, who lived in Greenock. acquainted with the poet while on service at the castle of Montgomery, and their strolls in the woods and their roaming trystes only served to deepen and settle their affections. Their love had much of the solemn as well as of the romantic: on the day of their separation they plighted their mutual faith by the exchange of Bibles: they stood with a runningstream between them, and lifting up water in their hands vowed love while woods grew and waters ran. The Bible which the poet gave was elegantly bound: "Ye shall not swear by my name falsely" was written in the bold Mauchline hand of Burns, and underneath was his name, and his mark as a freemason. They parted to meet no more: Mary Campbell was carried off suddenly by a burning fever, and the first intimation which the poet had of her fate was when, it is said, he visited her friends to meet her on her return from Cowal, whither she had gone to make arrangements for her marriage. The Bible is in the keeping of her relations: we have seen a lock of her hair; it was very long and very bright, and of a hue deeper than the flaxen. The song was written for Thomson's work.] I. YE banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, There Simmer first unfaulds her robes, II. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, III. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, And, pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But oh! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, That wraps my Highland Mary. IV. O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly! And clos'd for aye the sparkling glance, That dwelt on me sae kindly! And mouldering now in silent dust, That heart that lo'ed me dearly! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary. CLXXXIII. AULD ROB MORRIS. [The starting lines of this song are from one of no little merit in Ramsay's collection: the old strain is sarcastic; the new strain is tender: it was written for Thomson.] I THERE'S auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He's the king o' guid fellows and wale of auld men; He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine, And ae bonnie lassie, his darling and mine. II. She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May; She's sweet as the ev'ning amang the new hay; As blythe and as artless as the lamb on the lea, And dear to my heart as the light to my e'e. III. But oh! she's an heiress-auld Robin's a laird, And my daddie has nought but a cot-house and yard; A wooer like me maunna hope to come speed; The wounds I must hide that will soon be my dead. IV. The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane; V. O had she but been of a lower degree, I then might hae hop'd she wad smil'd upon me! O how past descriving had then been my bliss, As now my distraction no words can express! CLXXXIV. DUNCAN GRAY. [This Duncan Gray of Burns has nothing in common with the wild old song of that name, save the first line, and a part of the third; neither has it any share in the sentiments of an earlier strain, with the same title, by the same hand. It was written for the work of Thomson.] |