Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears August THE CURE FOR ALL CARE. TUNE-Prepare, my dear Brethren, to the Tavern let's fly. Burns had joined a fraternity of freemasons who met in a small public-house in the village of Torbolton. His generous and social temper disposed him to In this song Burns made an improvement upon an ancient homely ditty to the same air. It has been pointed out that the last admirable verse is formed upon a conceit, which was put into print long before the days of Burns, in a comedy entitled Cupid's Whirligig, published in 1607. The passage in the comedy is an apostrophe to the female sex, as follows: "Oh woman since we Were made before ye, should we not love and Admire ye as the last, and therefore perfect'st work Was a skilful mistress of her art." It might be presumed that Burns had no chance of seeng the old play; but it appears that the passage has been transferred into a book which was not very scarce in his time namely, The British Muse, a Collection of Thoughts, by Thomas Hayward, Gent. 4 vols. London, 1738. VOL. I. take a warm part in their festive proceedings; and his witty intelligent conversation made him speedily ascend to a leading-place in the lodge. Any bacchanalianism which appears in his verses was not from the heart, as his ravings on amatory subjects usually are. He was here merely the literary medium of a recognized common sentiment. No churchman am I for to rail and to write, The peer I don't envy, I give him his bow; And a bottle like this, are my glory and care. Here passes the squire on his brother-his horse; There centum per centum, the cit with his purse; But see you The Crown, how it waves in the air! There a big-bellied bottle still eases my care. The wife of my bosom, alas! she did die; I once was persuaded a venture to make; With a glorious bottle that ended my cares. Life's cares, they are comforts'1 a maxim laid down By the bard, what d'ye call him, that wore the black gown; And, faith, I agree with th' old prig to a hair; For a big-bellied bottle's a heaven of care. ADDED IN A MASON LODGE. THEN fill up a bumper, and make it o'erflow, square Have a big-bellied bottle when harassed with care! "THOUGH CRUEL FATE SHOULD BID US PART." The four pieces which follow are extracted from Burns's Commonplace-Book. They are inserted he 1 Young. tween entries for May and August [1784?], but pos sibly may be the production of a period somewhat later. THOUGH cruel Fate should bid us part, As far's the Pole and Line, Her dear idea round my heart Though mountains frown and deserts howl, And oceans roar between ; Yet, dearer than my deathless soul, I still would love my Jean.1 ONE night as I did wander, I sat me down to ponder, Auld Ayr ran by before me, A cushat crooded o'er me, That echoed through the braes. raced wood-pigeon 1 The allusion is to Jean Armour, afterwards the wife of the poet. ROBIN. TUNE- Dainty Davie. THERE was a lad was born in Kyle, Rantin' rovin', rantin' rovin'; Robin was a rovin' boy, Rantin' rovin' Robin! Our monarch's hindmost year but ane Blew handsel 1 in on Robin. The gossip keekit in his loof, peeped--palm Quo' scho, wha lives will see the proof, goodly-fool This waly boy will be nae coof; I think we'll ca' him Robin. He'll. hae misfortunes great and sma', But aye a heart aboon them a'; We'll a' be proud o' Robin. A gift for a particular season, or the first money received on any particular occasion. |