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DOWN THE BURN, DAVIE.

[1793.

DOWN THE BURN, DAVIE.

"Down the Burn, Davie - I have this moment tried an alteration, leaving out the last half of the third stanza, and the first half of the last stanza." — Burns to Mr. Thomson, Sept. 1793.

As down the burn they took their way,
And through the flowery dale,

His cheek to hers he aft did lay,

And love was aye the tale.

With "

Mary, when shall we return,

Sic pleasure to renew?"

Quoth Mary: "Love, I like the burn,

And aye shall follow you."

ÆT. 35.] THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER.

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THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER.

TUNE-Fee him, Father.

"Fee him, Father -I enclose you Fraser's set of this tune when he plays it slow: in fact, he makes it the language of despair. I shall here give you two stanzas, in that style, merely to try if it will be any improvement. Were it possible, in singing, to give it half the pathos which Fraser gives it in playing, it would make an admirably pathetic song. I do not give these verses for any merit they have. I composed them at the time in which 'Patie Allan's mither died — that was about the back o' midnight,' and by the lee-side of a bowl of punch, which had overset every mortal in company except the hautbois and the Muse." Burns to Mr. Thomson, Sept. 1793.

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THOU hast left me ever, Jamie! thou hast left

me ever;

Thou hast left me ever, Jamie! thou hast left

me ever:

Aften hast thou vowed that death only should

us sever;

Now thou'st left thy lass for aye—I maun see thee never, Jamie,

I'll see thee never.

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BANNOCKBURN.

[1793.

Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie! thou hast me

forsaken;

Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie! thou hast me

forsaken :

Thou canst love anither jo, while my heart is

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Altered to suit the air Lewie Gordon, at the instance of Mr. Thomson.

Scors, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,

Or to glorious victory!

1 It is surprising that Burns should have thought it necessary to substitute new verses for the old song to this air, which is one of the most exquisite effusions of genuine natural sentiment in the whole range of Scottish lyrical poetry. Its merit is now fully appreciated, while Burns's substitute song is scarcely ever sung.

ÆT. 35.]

BANNOCKBURN.

Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;

See approach proud Edward's power
Edward! chains and slavery!

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?

Traitor! coward! turn, and flee!

Wha for Scotland's king and law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand, or freeman fa',
Caledonian! on wi' me!1

By oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be shall be free!

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Lay the proud usurpers low!

Tyrants fall in every foe!

Liberty's in every blow!

Forward! let us do or die !2

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1 This verse stood when the change was first made:

"Sodger! hero! on wi' me!"

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2 "I have borrowed the last stanza from the common stall edition of Wallace

"A false usurper sinks in every foe,

And liberty returns with every blow.'

A couplet worthy of Homer." -B.

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WHERE ARE THE JOYS?

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WHERE ARE THE JOYS?

TUNE-Saw ye my Father?

This song as first written was sprinkled with a few Scottish words.

WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning,

That danced to the lark's early song?

Where is the peace that awaited my wandering, At evening the wild-woods among?

No more a-winding the course of yon river,
And marking sweet flowerets so fair;
No more I trace the light footsteps of pleasure,
But sorrow and sad sighing care.

Is it that Summer's forsaken our valleys,
And grim, surly Winter is near?
No, no! the bees humming round the gay roses,
Proclaim it the pride of the year.

Fain would I hide what I fear to discover,
Yet long, long too well have I known,

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