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XXXIII. Proclamation in the name of the Muses

. 319

son'

SONGS.

THE TITHER MORN. *

To a Highland Air.

THE tither morn,

When I forlorn,
Aneath an aik 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;

And I, I wat,

Wi' fainness grat,
While in his grips he pressid me.

* This song was first published in the Museum. 66 The tune, says Burns, “is originally from the Highlands; I have heard a Gaelic song to it which I was told was clever, but not by any means a lady's song."-M.

Deil tak' the war!

I late and air,
Hae wish'd since Jock departed ;

But now as glad

I'm wi' my lad,
As short

syne

broken-hearted.

Fu’ aft at e'en

Wi' dancing keen,
When a' were blythe and merry,

I car'd na by

Sae sad was I
In absence o' my

dearie.
But, praise be blest,

My mind's at rest,
I'm happy wi' my Johnny ;

At kirk and fair,

I'se aye be there,
And be as canty's ony.

O SAW YE MY DEARIE.

Tune" Eppie Macnab.”

O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie M‘Nab?
O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie M‘Nab?
She's down in the yard, she's kissin' the laird,
She winna come hame to her ain Jock Rab.
O come thy ways to me, my Eppie M‘Nab!
O come thy ways to me, my Eppie M‘Nab!
Whate'er thou hast done, be it late, be it soon,
Thou's welcome again to thy ain Jock Rab.

What says

she, my dearie, my Eppie M‘Nab ? What says she, my dearie, my Eppie M‘Nab?

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