38 DEDICATION of the second edition. learning, that honest rusticity is ashamed of it. Nor do I present this address with the venal soul of a servile author, looking for a continuation of those favours: -I was bred to the plough, and am independent. I come to claim the common Scottish name with you, my illustrious countrymen, and to tell the world that I glory in the title. I come to congratulate my country that the blood of her ancient heroes still runs uncontaminated; and that from your courage, knowledge, and public spirit, she may expect protection, wealth, and liberty. In the last place, I come to proffer my warmest wishes to the great fountain of honour, the Monarch of the Universe, for your welfare and happiness. When you go forth to waken the echoes, in the ancient and favourite amusement of your forefathers, may pleasure ever be of your party, and may social joy await your return! When har assed in courts or camps with the justlings of bad men and bad measures, may the honest consciousness of injured worth attend your return to your native seats and may domestic happiness, with a smiling welcome, meet you at your gates ! May corruption shrink at your kindling indignant glance; and may tyranny in the ruler, and licentiousness in the people, equally find you an inexorable foe! I have the honour to be, with the sincerest gratitude and highest respect, my Lords and Gentlemen, your most devoted, humble servant, ROBERT BURNS. EDINBURGH, 4th April, 1787. OH once I loved a bonnie lass, Ay, and I love her still; And whilst that honour warms my breast, As bonnie lasses I hae seen, And mony full as braw; But for a modest, gracefu' mien, The like I never saw. A bonnie lass, I will confess, She 's no the lass for me. But Nelly's looks are blithe and sweet, And fair without a flaw.1 1 Variation in Mr. John Dick's MS. : But Nelly's looks are blithe and sweet, She dresses aye sae clean and neat, And then there's something in her gait A gaudy dress and gentle air 'Tis this in Nelly pleases me, I I DREAMED I LAY. DREAMED I lay where flowers were springing Gaily in the sunny beam; Listening to the wild birds singing, By a falling, crystal stream: Straight the sky grew black and daring ; Through the woods the whirlwinds rave; Trees with aged arms were warring, Such was my life's deceitful morning, And still the more I view them o'er, Ale next verse is wanting in that MS. |