LET NOT WOMAN E'ER COMPLAIN Tune-"Duncan Gray." "I HAVE been at 'Duncan Gray,"" says the poet to Thomson, "to dress it into English; but all I can do is deplorably stupid. For instance: "— LET not woman e'er complain Man should then a monster prove? Mark the winds, and mark the skies; Round and round the seasons go : You can be no more, you know. THE CHARMING MONTH OF MAY. SPEAKING of the Scottish original which suggested the following, Burns says, in sending it to Thomson:-"You may think meanly of this; but if you saw the bombast of the original you would be surprised that I had made so much of it." IT was the charming month of May, Lovely was she by the dawn, The feather'd people you might see, They hail the charming Chloe; Till painting gay the eastern skies, LASSIE WI' THE LINT-WHITE LOCKS. Tune-"Rothermurche's Rant." "THIS piece," says the poet, "has at least the merit of being a regular pastoral; the vernal morn, the summer noon, the autumnal evening, and the winter night, are regularly rounded." Now nature cleeds1 the flowery lea, Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, And when the welcome simmer-shower When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray, And when the howling wintry blast I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O. My youthfu' heart was stown away, SHE. O Willy, aye I bless the grove HE. As songsters of the early year SHE. As on the brier the budding rose HE. The milder sun and bluer sky That crown my harvest cares wi' joy, As is a sight o' Philly. SHE. The little swallow's wanton wing, HE. The bee that through the sunny hour SHE. The woodbine in the dewy weet HE. Let Fortune's wheel at random rin, And fools may tyne, and knaves may win; My thoughts are a' bound up in ane, And that's my aàin dear Philly. SHE. What's a' the joys that gowd can gie? CONTENTED WI' LITTLE. Tune-"Lumps o' Pudding." IN thanking Thomson for the present of a picture suggested by "The Cotter's Saturday Night," by David Allan, Burns says:-"Ten thousand thanks for your elegant present. . . . I have some thoughts of suggesting to you to prefix a vignette of me to my song, 'Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair,' in order that the portrait of my face, and the picture of my mind, may go down the stream of time together." CONTENTED wi' little, and cantie1 wi' mair, 4 I whiles claw the elbow o' troublesome thought; But man is a sodger, and life is a faught; My mirth and guid humour are coin in my pouch, And my freedom's my lairdship nae monarch dare touch. A towmond o' trouble, should that be my fa’, A night o' guid-fellowship sowthers it a': Blind Chance, let her snapper and stoyte" on her way; CANST THOU LEAVE ME THUS, MY KATY? Tune-" Roy's Wife." THE poet tells us that he composed this song during two or three turns round his room. It was specially addressed to Mrs. Riddel of Woodley Park. Between her and the poet there had been a coldness for nearly two years, a cold 1 Happy. 2 Meet. 4 Flagon of ale. 7 Stagger and stumble. ness entirely owing to misbehaviour on the part of the poet while under the influence of wine. Mrs. Riddel reciprocated the feeling, and sent him two poetical effusions, of some considerable merit. The poet, with the freedom characteristic of the votaries of the muse, sang of her as his mistress, and she replied in the same vein. Some parties with questionable taste have affected to believe that the poet's songs, and the lady's in return, speak to an attachment other than platonic, but there is no authority for any such supposition. Is this thy plighted, fond reward, Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy? Farewell! and ne'er such sorrows tear WHA IS THAT AT MY BOWER-DOOR? Tune-" Lass, an I come near thee." THE following was suggested by an old song in Ramsay's "Tea-Table Miscellany," entitled, "The Auld Man's Address to the Widow:" WHA is that at my bower-door? Oh, wha is it but Findlay? Then gae yere gate,1 ye'se nae be here !- Indeed, maun I, quo' Findlay. What mak ye sae like a thief? Oh, come and see, quo' Findlay; Before the morn ye'll work mischief— Gif I rise and let you in,— Ye'll keep me waukin wi' your din- I fear ye'll bide till break o' day- 1 Way. Remain. |