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While day an' night can bring delight,
Comes in between to make us part,
THE BANKS OF THE DEVON.
TUNE-"Bhannerach dhon na chri."
["These verses were composed on a charming girl, a Miss Charlotte Hamilton, who is now married to James M'Kitrick Adair, Esq., physician. She is sister of my worthy friend, Gavin Hamilton, of Mauchline, and was born on the banks of Ayr, but was, at the time I wrote these lines, residing at Harvieston, in Clackmannanshire, on the romantic banks of the little river Devon.”—Burns.]
How pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon, With green spreading bushes and flowers bloom
But the bonniest flower on the banks of the Devon
That steals on the ev'ning each leaf to renew.
The lazy Mist.
Oh spare the dear blossom, ye orient breezes,
With chill hoary wing, as ye usher the dawn: And far be thou distant, thou reptile that seizes
The verdure and pride of the garden and lawn! Let Bourbon exult in his gay gilded Lilies,
And England, triumphant, display her proud Rose;
A fairer than either adorns the green valleys, Where Devon, sweet Devon, meandering flows.
THE LAZY MIST.
TUNE-"No churchman am I, for to rail or to write."
THE lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill,
How quick time is flying, how keen fate pursues!
How long I have liv'd-but how much liv'd in vain!
How foolish, or worse, till our summit is gain'd! And downward how weaken'd, how darken'd, how pain'd!
This life's not worth having with all it can give— For something beyond it poor man sure must live.
RAVING WINDS AROUND HER BLOWING. TUNE-"Macgregor of Ruara's lament."
["I composed these verses on Miss Isabella M'Leod of Raasay, alluding to her feelings on the death of her sister, and the still more melancholy death (1786) of her sister's husband, the late Earl of Loudoun, who shot himself, out of sheer heart-break at some mortifications he suffered owing to the deranged state of his finances."-Burns.]
RAVING winds around her blowing,
Isabella stray'd deploring
"Farewell hours that late did measure
"O'er the past too fondly wandering,
Life, thou soul of every blessing,
TUNE-"The Highlander's lament."
["The chorus I picked up from an old woman in Dumblane; the rest of the song is mine."-Burns. "It is evident that the poet has understood the chorus in a Jacobite sense, and written his own verses in that strain accordingly. Mr. Peter Buchan has, nevertheless, ascertained that the original song related to a love attachment between Harry Lumsdale, the second son of a Highland gentleman, and Miss Jeanie Gordon, daughter to the laird of Knockhespock, in Aberdeenshire. The lady was married to her cousin, Habiche Gordon, a son of the laird of Rhymie; and some time after, her former lover having met her and shaken her hand, her husband drew his sword in anger, and lopped off several of Lumsdale's fingers-which Highland Harry took so much to heart that he soon after died."-Chambers.]
My Harry was a gallant gay,
Fu' stately strode he on the plain:
Oh for him back again!
Oh for him back again!
I wad gi'e a' Knockhaspie's land
When a' the lave gae to their bed
Oh, were some villains hangit high,
FIRST WHEN MAGGY WAS MY CARE.
TUNE-"Whistle o'er the lave o't."
FIRST when Maggy was my care,
Meg was meek, an' Meg was mild,
How we live, my Meg an' me,