My daddie sign'd my tocher-band, While birds rejoice in leafy bowers; SONG.t ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire, Yet in thy presence, lovely fair, + Burns inserted this song in the edition of his Poems printed in 1793. It has been collated with a copy in his own manuscript. FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT.* Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that? Our toils obscure and a' that; What tho' on hamely fare we dine, For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that; Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that; * In January, 1795, Burns said in a letter to Thomson, "A great critic (Aikin) on songs, says, that love and wine are the exclusive themes for song-writing. The following is on neither subject, and consequently is no song; but will be allowed, I think, to be two or three pretty good prose thoughts, inverted into rhyme. I do not give you this song for your book, but merely by way of vive la bagatelle; for the piece is not really poetry." Tho' hundreds worship at his word, His riband, star, and a' that, A prince can mak a belted knight, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that; That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a' that, and a' that, It's coming yet, for a' that, That man to man, the warld o'er, DAINTIE DAVIE.+ Now rosy May' comes in wi' flowers, CHORUS. Meet me on the warlock knowe, The crystal waters round us3 fa', The scented breezes round us blaw,' A wandering wi' my Davie. VAR. Morn. Meet me, &c. 2 Then busy, busy are his hours, 3 gently. 4 round him blaw, The gard'ner wi' his paidle. This song occurs in Johnson's Museum, p. 229, with the title, "The gardener wi' his paidle;" but without a chorus, and with the variations here given. Burns says, The title of the song only is old; the rest is mine." He sent it to Mr. Thomson in August, 1793, and afterwards remarked to him: "" Dainty Davie' I have heard sung nineteen thousand, nine hundred, and ninety-nine times, and always with the chorus to the low part of the tune." When purple morning starts the hare, Then through the dews I will repair, Meet me, When day, expiring in the west, 6 &c. And that's my ain dear Davie. TO MR. CUNNINGHAM.|| TUNE THE HOPELESS LOVER.' Now spring has clad the groves in green, 6 He flies to her arms he lo'es the best, The gard❜ner, &c. Apparently written about May, 1795. See the note to O bonnie was yon rosy brier.' |