Dusty was the coat, That I got frae the miller. Hey, the dusty miller, And his dusty sack; THE CARDIN' O'T.* TUNE-SALT FISH AND DUMPLINGS.' I COFT a stane o' haslock woo', The cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't, The tailor staw the lynin o't. * This Song is in the Musical Museum, p. 449, but not with Burns' name to it. For though his locks be lyart gray, The cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't, THE JOYFUL WIDOWER.† TUNE MAGGY LAUDER.' I MARRIED with a scolding wife We lived full one-and-twenty years At length from me her course she steer'd, + Published in the Musical Museum, p. 99, but not with Burns' name. Would I could guess, I do profess, Her body is bestowed well, A handsome grave does hide her; But sure her soul is not in hell, The deil would ne'er abide her. I rather think she is aloft, And imitating thunder; For why, methinks I hear her voice. THENIEL MENZIE'S BONNIE MARY.* TUNE THE RUFFIAN'S RANT.' In coming by the brig o' Dye, As day was dawin in the sky We drank a health to bonnie Mary. This Song is in the Musical Museum, p. 164, but not with Burns' name. It is there set to the tune of the Ruffian's Rant, together with the song "A' the lads of Thornie bank," which is also ascribed to him. Her een sae bright, her brow sae white, The We lap an' danced the lee-lang day, THE FAREWELL. TUNE- IT WAS A' FOR OUR RIGHTFU' KING.' It was a' for our rightfu' King, We e'er saw Irish land. It seems very doubtful how much, even if any part, of this Song was written by Burns. It occurs in the Musical Museum, p. 513, but not with his name. Now a' is done that men can do, My love and native land farewell, For I maun cross the main. He turn'd him right, and round about Upon the Irish shore; And gae his bridle-reins a shake, With adieu for evermore, My dear; With adieu for evermore. The sodger from the wars returns, My dear; Never to meet again. When day is gane, and night is come, I think on him that's far awa', The lee-lang night, and weep. |