But pleasure they hae nane for me, I canna tell, I maunna tell, I darena for your anger; But secret love will break my heart, I see thee gracefu', straight, and tall, To see thee in another's arms, "Twad be my dead, that will be seen, death My heart wad burst wi' anguish. But, Jeanie, say thou wilt be mine, CRAIGIEBURN WOOD. The above, Burns himself tells us, was composed as a representation of the passion which a Mr. Gillespie, a particular friend of his, had for a young lady named Lorimer [the Chloris of two years later], who had been born at Craigieburn Wood, a beautiful place near Moffat. The names of Gillespie and Lorimer are still to be seen inscribed on a pane in the poet's parlor window at Ellisland. As Miss Lorimer was born in 1775, she must have been only sixteen at most when wooed vicariously in these impassioned stanzas. It was not her destiny to become Mrs. Gillespie; but it was reserved for her to be the subject of many other lays by Burns, as will be learned more particularly further on. Burns afterwards altered and reduced the song of Craigieburn Wood into the following more correct, but also tamer form. SWEET fa's the eve on Craigieburn, I see the flowers and spreading trees But what a weary wight can please, Fain, fain would I my griefs impart, If thou refuse to pity me, If thou shalt love anither, When yon green leaves fade frae the tree, FRAE THE FRIENDS AND LAND I LOVE AIR-Carron Side. "Burns says of this song: I added the last four lines by way of giving a turn to the theme of the poem, such as it is.' The whole song, however, is in his own handwriting, and I have reason to believe it is all his own.". Stenhouse. FRAE the friends and land I love Driven by Fortune's felly spite, Frae my best beloved I rove, Never mair to taste delight; Never mair maun hope to find Brightest climes shall mirk appear, And ilk loyal bonny lad Cross the seas and win his ain. MEIKLE THINKS MY LOVE. TUNE-My Tocher's the Jewel. Although this song appears in the Museum with the name of Burns, Mrs. Begg affirms that it is in reality only an improvement by her brother upon an old song. O MEIKLE thinks my luve o' my beauty, And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin; But little thinks my luve I ken brawlie know well My tocher's the jewel has charms for him. portic It's a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree; It's a' for the honey he'll cherish the bee; My laddie's sae meikle in luve wi' the siller, He canna hae luve to spare for me. Your proffer o' luve's an arle-penny, earnest, alt Sae ye wi' another your fortune maun try. WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE? TUNE - What can a Young Lassie do wi' an Auld Man! WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller and lan'! He's always compleenin' frae mornin' to e'enin', He hoasts and he hirples the weary day lang ; coughs-hobbles |