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AE FOND KISS.
TUNE-"Rory Dall's port.” AE fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas! for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu’ twinkle lights me; Dark despair around benights me.
I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,
Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest;
Whistle, and I'll come to you.
OH WHISTLE AN'I'LL COME TO YOU,
But warily tent, when ye come to court me,
An' come, &c.
At kirk, or at market, whene'er you meet me,
Yet look, &c.
Aye vow an' protest that ye care na for me,
For fear, &c.
TUNE-“I am a man unmarried."
Oh once I lov'd a bonnie lass,
Ay, and I love her still; An' whilst that honour warms my breast
I'll love my handsome Nell.
As bonnie lasses I ha'e seen,
full as braw;
The like I never saw.
A bonnie lass, I will confess,
Is pleasant to the e'e,
She's no the lass for me.
But Nelly's looks are blithe and sweet,
An', what is best of a', Her reputation is complete,
An' fair without a flaw.
She dresses aye sae clean and neat,
Both decent and genteel: An' then there's something in her gait
Gars ony dress look weel.
* This was the Poet's first composition.
A gaudy dress and gentle air
May slightly touch the heart; But it's innocence and modesty
That polishes the dart.
'Tis this in Nelly pleases me,
'Tis this enchants my soul; For absolutely in my breast
She reigns without control.
Oh saw ye bonnie Lesley,
As she gaed owre the border? She's gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.
To see her is to love her,
An' love but her for ever;
An' never made anither!
Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,
Thy subjects we, before thee; Thou art divine, fair Lesley,
The hearts o' men adore thee.
The de'il he could na scaith thee,
Or aught that wad belang thee;
An' say, “ I canna wrang thee !”
The powers aboon will tent thee;
Misfortune sha' na steer thee;
That ill they 'll ne'er let near thee.
Return again, fair Lesley,
Return to Caledonie !
There's nane again sae bonnie.
I DREAM'D I LAY WHERE FLOWERS
WERE SPRINGING. (“These two stanzas I composed when I was seventeen: they are among the oldest of my printed pieces.”—Burns. ] I DREAM'D I lay where flowers were springing
Gaily in the sunny beam;
By a falling crystal stream:
Thro’ the woods the whirlwinds rave;
O’er the swelling drumlie wave.