That slowly mount the rising steep; That sings on Cessnock banks unseen, MARY! Tune-"Blue Bonnets." [In the original manuscript Burns calls this song "A Prayer for Mary;" his Highland Mary is supposed to be the inspirer.] POWERS celestial! whose protection Ever guards the virtuous fair, Let my Mary's kindred spirit Draw your choicest influence down. Make the gales you waft around her When in distant lands I roam; To realms unknown while fate exiles me, THE LASS OF BALLOCHMYLE. Tune-"Miss Forbes's Farewell to Banff." [Miss Alexander, of Ballochmyle, as the poet tells her in a letter, dated November, 1786, inspired this popular song. He chanced to meet her in one of his favourite walks on the banks of the Ayr, and the fine scene and the lovely lady set the muse to work. Miss Alexander, perhaps unaccustomed to this forward wooing of the muse, allowed the offering to remain unnoticed for a time: it is now in a costly frame, and hung in her chamber -as it deserves to be.] "TWAS even the dewy fields were green, On every blade the pearls hang, In ev'ry glen the mavis sang, All nature listening seem'd the while, With careless step I onward stray'd, A maiden fair I chanc'd to spy; Fair is the morn in flow'ry May, And sweet is night in autumn mild; O, had she been a country maid, Thro' weary winter's wind and rain, The bonnie lass o' Ballochmyle. Then pride might climb the slippery steep, To tend the flocks, or till the soil, And ev'ry day have joys divine With the bonnie lass o' Ballochmyle. THE GLOOMY NIGHT. Tune-"Roslin Castle." ["I had taken," says Burns, "the last farewell of my friends, my chest was on the road to Greenock, and I had composed the last song I should ever measure in Caledonia "The gloomy night is gathering fast.'"] THE gloomy night is gath'ring fast, The Autumn mourns her rip'ning corn, Across her placid, azure sky, She sees the scowling tempest fly: 'Tis not the surging billow's roar, But round my heart the ties are bound, That heart transpierc'd with many a wound; Farewell old Coila's hills and dales, Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! O WHAR DID YE GET. Tune-" Bonnie Dundee." [This is one of the first songs which Burns communicated to Johnson's Musical Museum: the starting verse is partly old and partly new: the second is wholly by his hand.] O WHAR did ye get that hauver meal bannock? O silly blind body, O dinna ye see? I gat it frae a young brisk sodger laddie, Between Saint Johnston and bonnie Dundee. O gin I saw the laddie that gae me't! Aft has he doudl'd me up on his knee; May Heaven protect my bonnie Scots laddie, My blessin's upon thy sweet wee lippie, My blessin's upon thy bonnie e'e brie! Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie, But I'll big a bower on yon bonnie banks, [Most of this song is by Burns: his fancy was filled with images of matrimonial joy or infelicity, and he had them ever ready at the call of the muse. It was first printed in the Musical Museum.] I MARRIED with a scolding wife The fourteenth of November; We liv'd full one-and-twenty years A man and wife together; At length from me her course she steer'd, And gone Would I could guess, I do profess, I speak, and do not flatter, Of all the women in the world, Her body is bestowed well, A handsome grave does hide her; But sure her soul is not in hell, The deil could ne'er abide her. I rather think she is aloft, And imitating thunder; For why, methinks I hear her voice |