O had I ne'er seen thee, my Eppie M'Nab! WHA IS THAT AT MY BOWER-DOOR? Tune-" Lass, an I come near thee." [The "Auld Man and the Widow," in Ramsay's collection, is said, by Gilbert Burns, to have suggested this song to his brother: it first appeared in the Museum.] WHA is that at my bower-door? O, wha is it but Findlay? Then gae your gate, ye'se nae be here! Indeed, maun I, quo' Findlay. What mak ye sae like a thief? O come and see, quo' Findlay; Before the morn, ye'll work mischief; Indeed will I, quo' Findlay. Gif I rise and let you in? Let me in, quo' Findlay; Ye'll keep me waukin wi' your din; Here this night if ye remain ;- Ye maun conceal till your last hour; WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE. Tune-"What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man.” [In the old strain, which partly suggested this song, the heroine threatens only to adorn her husband's brows: Burns proposes a system of domestic annoyance to break his heart.. WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, He's always compleenin' frae mornin' to e'enin', He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers, O, dool on the day I met wi' an auld man! My auld auntie Katie upon me takes pity, I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan; THE BONNIE WEE THING. Tune-"Bonnie wee thing." ["Composed," says the poet, "on my little idol, the charming, lovely Davies."] BONNIE wee thing, cannie wee thing, Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine, I wad wear thee in my bosom, Lest my jewel I should tine. In that bonnie face o' thine; Wit, and grace, and love, and beauty To adore thee is my duty, Goddess o' this soul o' mine! I wad wear thee in my bosom, THE TITHER MORN. To a Highland Air. ["The tune of this song," says Burns, "is originally from the Highlands. I have heard Gaelic song to it, which was not by any means a lady's song." "It occurs," says Sir Harris Nicolas, "in the Museum, without the name of Burns." It was sent in the poet's own handwriting to Johnson, and is believed to be his composition.] THE tither morn, When I forlorn, Aneath an oak sat moaning, I did na trow I'd see my Jo, Beside me, gain the gloaming. But he sae trig, Lap o'er the rig, And dawtingly did cheer me, When I, what reck, Did least expec', To see my lad so near me. His bonnet he, A thought ajee, Cock'd sprush when first he clasp'd me; [Believed to relate to the poet's parting with Clarinda. "These exquisitely affecting stanzas," says Scott, "contain the essence of a thousand love-tales." They are in the Museum.] AE fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, and then for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Who shall say that fortune grieves him I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, 463 LOVELY DAVIES. Tune-" Miss Muir." [Written for the Museum, in honour of the witty, the handsome, the lovely, and unfor tunate Miss Davies.] Like Phoebus in the morning, When past the shower, and ev'ry flower The garden is adorning. As the wretch looks o'er Siberia's shore, When winter-bound the wave is; |