ON HIMSELF.

[Printed in Globe Edition.]

HERE comes Burns

On Rosinante;

She's d-poor,

But he's d-canty!

So nimble and so elegant; it speaks, And the sweet whispering poetry it makes

Shames the musician.

EPITAPH ON THE POET'S DAUGHTER.

[Printed in edition of Bliss, Sands, & Co., and in Globe Edition.]

HERE lies a rose, a budding rose,

Blasted before its bloom; Whose innocence did sweets disclose Beyond that flower's perfume. To those who for her loss are grieved, This consolation's given She's from a world of woe relieved, And blooms a rose in heaven.

I MET A LASS, A BONIE
LASS.

["This song is made up from two verses of a song in the 'Crochallan' volume.". WILLIAM SCOTT DOUGLAS.]

I MET a lass, a bonie lass,

Coming o'er the braes o' Couper, Bare her leg and bright her een,

And handsome ilka bit about her. Weel I wat she was a quean Wad made a body's mouth to water; Our Mess John, wi' his lyart pow, His haly lips wad lickit at her.

ON MARIA DANCING.

[Printed in the edition of Bliss, Sands, & Co., and in the Oxford Edition.]

How gracefully Maria leads the dance! She's life itself. I never saw a foot

JENNY M'CRAW.

[Printed in the Globe and Oxford Editions. Scott Douglas says: "The original song, at page 102 of the Crochallan volume, consists of three verses to the tune of 'The Bonie Moor-hen,' of which Allan's six lines are a weak travesty."]

JENNY M'Craw, she has ta'en to the heather,

Say, was it the covenant carried her thither;

Jenny M'Craw to the mountains is gane,

Their leagues and their covenants a' she has ta'en;

My head and my heart, now quo' she,

are at rest,

And as for the lave, let the Deil do his best.

LASS, WHEN YOUR MITHER IS FRAE HAME.

[Extracted from Burns's "Common-Place Book," but the authenticity is doubtful. Printed in Globe and Oxford Editions.]

I.

LASS, when your mither is frae hame,
Might I but be sae bauld
As come to your bower-window,
And creep in frae the cauld,
As come to your bower-window,

And when it's cauld and wat,
Warm me in thy sweet bosom;
Fair lass, wilt thou do that?

II.

Young man, gif ye should be sae kind, When our gudewife 's frae hame, As come to my bower-window, Whare I am laid my lane,

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HUGHIE GRAHAM.

["Cromek assures us that two verses of 'Hughie Graham ' are wholly by Burns, and that his corrections are visible in some others." WILLIAM SCOTT DOUGLAS.]

O LOWSE my right hand free, he says, And put my braid sword in the

same;

He's no' in Stirling toun this day,

Dare tell the tale to Hughie Graham.

They've ta'en him to the gallowsknowe,

He looket to the gallows-tree; Yet never the color left his cheek, Nor ever did he blink his e'e.

O haud your tongue, my father dear, And wi' your weeping let it be; Thy weeping's sairer on my heart, Than a' that they can do to me.

And ye may tell my kith and kin,

I never did disgrace their bluid; And when they meet the bishop's cloak

To mak' it shorter by the huid.

THE SELKIRK GRACE.

["Allan Cunningham records that this very characteristic Grace before meat' was uttered at the table of the Earl of Selkirk, while on his tour through Galloway with his friend Syme in July, 1793."WILLIAM SCOTT Douglas.]

SOME hae meat and canna eat,

And some wad eat that want it; But we hae meat, and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thanket.

vid

DAMON AND SYLVIA.

["This pretty double-verse appears to have been first published, in its present modified form, in the Edinburgh Magazine' for January, 1818. It is the middle one of three double verses of a very warm character, which narrate the exploits of

Damon and Sylvia on a Summer mornthis latter being the title of the piece in the 'Crochalian volume, p. 49."- WILLIAM SCOTT DOUGLAS. Printed in Globe and Oxford Editions.]

YON wandering rill that marks the hill And glances o'er the brae, Sir, Slides by a bower where many a flower Sheds fragrance on the day, Sir; There Damon lay with Sylvia gay,

To love they thought no crime, Sir; The wild-birds sang, the echoes rang, While Damon's heart beat time, Sir.

WHAN I SLEEP I DREAM. [Printed in Globe and Oxford Editions.]

I.

WHAN I sleep I dream,
Whan I wauk I'm eerie,
Sleep I canna get,

For thinkin' ' my dearie.

II.

Lanely night comes on,

A' the house are sleeping, I think on the bonie lad That has my heart a keeping. Ay waukin, O, waukin ay and wearie,

Sleep I canna get, for thinkin' o' my dearie.

III.

Lanely night comes on,

A' the house are sleeping,

I think on my bonie lad,

An' I bleer my een wi' greetin' !
Ay waukin, etc.

KATHARINE JAFFRAY.

[Printed in Globe, Oxford, and Albion Editions.]

I.

THERE liv'd a lass in yonder dale, And down in yonder glen, O;