ÆT. 34.] YON WILD MOSSY MOUNTAINS. 11 For there, wi' my lassie, the day lang I rove, While o'er us unheeded flee the swift hours o' love. She is not the fairest, although she is fair; To beauty what man but maun yield him a prize, In her armour of glances, and blushes, and sighs! And when wit and refinement hae polished her darts, They dazzle our e'en, as they flee to our hearts. But kindness, sweet kindness, in the fond sparkling e'e, Has lustre outshining the diamond to me; her arms, Oh, these are my lassie's all-conquering charms! O FOR ANE-AND-TWENTY, TAM. TUNE-The Moudiewort. "The subject of this song had a real origin: a young girl having been left some property by a near relation, and at her own disposal on her attaining majority, was pressed by her relations to marry an old rich booby. Her affections, however, had previously been engaged by a young man, to whom she had pledged her troth when she should become of age, and she of course obstinately rejected the solicitations of her friends to any other match. Burns represents the lady addressing her youthful lover in the language of constancy and affection.". Stenhouse. CHORUS. AND O for ane-and-twenty, Tam, They shool me sair, and haud me down, snub And gar me look like bluntie, Tam! a sniveller But three short years will soon wheel roun’ And then comes ane-and-twenty, Tam. ET. 34.] BESS AND HER SPINNING-WHEEL. A gleib o' lan', a claut o' gear, An' I saw ane-and-twenty, Tam. They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof, 13 lump ask fool But hear❜st thou, laddie there's my loof palm I'm thine at ane-and-twenty, Tam. BESS AND HER SPINNING-WHEEL. TUNE The Sweet Lass that lo'es me. O LEEZE me on my spinning-wheel, On ilka hand the burnies trot, dear to me comfortably wraps-soft low And meet below my theekit cot; thatched The scented birk and hawthorn white, Across the pool their arms unite, Alike to screen the birdie's nest, The sun blinks kindly in the biel', On lofty aiks the cushats wail, cool shed wood-pigeons linnets landrail partridge The swallow jinkin' round my shiel, dodging-shed Amuse me at my spinning-wheel. Wi' sma' to sell, and less to buy, O wha wad leave this humble state, ET. 34.] NITHSDALE'S WELCOME HAME. 15 NITHSDALE'S WELCOME HAME. Written when Lady Winifred Maxwell, the descendant of the forfeited Earl of Nithsdale, returned to Scotland and rebuilt Terregles House, in the Stewartry of Kirkcudbright. Captain Riddel of Glenriddel furnished the air to which Burns composed the verses. THE noble Maxwells and their powers And they'll gae bigg Terregles towers, build And they declare Terregles fair, Though stars in skies may disappear, Fareweel our night of sorrow! |