She lets thee to wot, that she has thee forgot, THE COOPER O' CUDDIE.* Tune-"Bab at the bowster." THE Cooper O' Cuddie cam' here awa, That anger'd the silly gude-man, O. He sought them out, he sought them in, They cooper'd at e'en, they cooper'd at morn, And swears that they shall stan', O. And cover him under a mawn, O. In this song Burns did little more than prune it a little of its indelicacy. Even as it stands it is more witty than decorous. -M. LOVELY POLLY STEWART. Tune-" Ye're welcome, Charlie Stewart." O LOVELY Polly Stewart! O charming Polly Stewart! There's not a flower that blooms in May May he whose arms shall fauld thy charms To him be given to ken the heaven He grasps in Polly Stewart. O lovely Polly Stewart! O charming Polly Stewart! There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie; Wore a plaid, and was fu' braw, Bonnie Highland laddie. Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie ; * A long ditty, entitled the "Highland Lad and the Lowland Lassie," was the basis of this song. singing dimensions.-M. Burns compressed it within His loyal heart was firm and true, Trumpets sound, and cannons roar, Bonnie lassie, Lowland lassie, The sun a backward course shall take, LOVELY DAVIES. Tune-"Miss Muir." O How shall I, unskilfu', try The poet's occupation, The tunefu' powers, in happy hours, That whisper inspiration? Even they maun dare an effort mair, Than aught they ever gave us, Or they rehearse, in equal verse, The charms o' lovely Davies. Each eye it cheers, when she appears, Like Phoebus in the morning, When past the shower and ev'ry flower, As the wretch looks o'er Siberia's shore, Her smile's a gift, frae 'boon the lift, The man in arms, 'gainst female charms, He hugs his chain, and owns the reign My muse to dream of such a theme, I wad in vain essay the strain, NITHSDALE'S WELCOME HAME. THE noble Maxwells and their powers And they declare Terreagle's fair, For their abode they choose it; There's no a heart in a' the land, But's lighter at the news o't. Tho' stars in skies may disappear, That brings us pleasant weather: So dawning day has brought relief- AS I WAS A-WANDERING. Tune-" Rinn Meudial mo Mhealladh." As I was a-wand'ring ae midsummer e'enin', Which bled a' the wounds o' my dolour again. Weel, since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi' him; I may be distress'd, but I winna complain ; I flatter my fancy I may get anither, My heart it shall never be broken for ane. I couldna get sleeping till dawin for greetin', The tears trickled down like the hail and the rain; Had I na got greetin', my heart wad a broken, For, oh! love forsaken's a tormenting pain. Weel, since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi' him; I may be distress'd, but I winna complain; I flatter my fancy I may get anither, My heart it shall never be broken for ane. Although he has left me for greed o' the siller, |