But ah! how bootless to admire, CASSILLIS' BANKS. Tune-[unknown.] [It is supposed that "Highland Mary," who lived sometimes on Cassillis's banks, is the heroine of these verses.] Now bank an' brae are claith'd in green, An' scatter'd cowslips sweetly spring; By Girvan's fairy-haunted stream, The birdies flit on wanton wing. The chield wha boasts o' warld's walth But Mary she is a' my ain Ah! fortune canna gie me mair. TO THEE, LOVED NITH. Tune-[unknown.] [There are several variations extant of these verses, and among others one which trans fers the praise from the Nith to the Dee: but to the Dee, if the poet spoke in his own person, no such influences could belong.] To thee, lov'd Nith, thy gladsome plains, Where late wi' careless thought I rang'd, Though prest wi' care and sunk in woe, I love thee, Nith, thy banks and braes, BANNOCKS O' BARLEY. Tune-"The Killogie." ["This song is in the Museum" says Sir Harris Nicolas, " but without Burns's name. Burns took up an old song, and letting some of the old words stand, infused a Jacobite spirit into it, wrote it out, and sent it to the Museum.] BANNOCKS o' bear meal, Bannocks o' barley; Bannocks o' barley. Wha in a brulzie Will first cry a parley? Never the lads wi' The bannocks o' barley. Bannocks o' bear meal, Bannocks o' barley; The bannocks o' barley. Wha in his wae-days Were loyal to Charlie? Wha but the lads wi' The bannocks o' barley? 82 HEE BALOU Tune-"The Highland Balou ["Published in the Musical Museum," says Sir Harris Nicolas, "but without the name of the author." It is an old strain, eked out and amended by Burns, and sent to the Museum in his own handwriting.] HEE balou! my sweet wee Donald, Leeze me on thy bonnie craigie, Thro' the Lawlands, o'er the border, WAE IS MY HEART. Tune-"Wae is my heart." [Composed, it is said, at the request of Clarke, the musician, who felt, or imagined he felt, some pangs of heart for one of the loveliest young ladies in Nithsdale, Phillis M'Murdo.] WAE is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e; Lang, lang, joy's been a stranger to me; Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear, And the sweet voice of pity ne'er sounds in my ear. Love, thou hast pleasures, and deep hae I loved; O, if I were where happy I hae been, yon Down by yon stream, and bonnie castle green; HERE'S HIS HEALTH IN WATER. Tune-"The Job of Journey-work." [Burus took the hint of this song from an older and less decorous strain, and wrote these words, it has been said in humorous allusion to the condition in which Jean Armour found herself before marriage; as if Burns could be capable of anything so insulting. The words are in the Museum.] [Composed in honour of Miss Margaret Chalmers, afterwards Mrs. Lewis Hay, one of the wisest, and, it is said, the wittiest of all the poet's lady correspondents. Burns, in the note in which he communicated it to Johnson, said he had a strong private reason for wishing it to appear in the second volume of the Museum.] My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form, The lily's hue, the rose's dye, Who but owns their magic sway! GLOOMY DECEMBER. Tune-"Wandering Willie." [These verses were, it is said, inspired by Clarinda, and must be taken as a record of his feelings at parting with one dear to him to the latest moments of existence-the Mrs. Mac of many a toast, both in serious and festive hours.] ANCE mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! Is anguish unmingled, and agony pure. Wild as the winter now tearing the forest, "Till the last leaf o' the summer is flown, MY LADY'S GOWN, THERE'S GAIRS UPON'T. Tune-" Gregg's Pipes." [Most of this song is from the pen of Burns: he corrected the improprieties, and infused some of his own lyric genius into the old strain, and printed the result in the Museum.] My lady's gown, there's gairs upon't, And gowden flowers sae rare upon't; |