ON THE SEAS AND FAR AWAY. "I do not think "On the Seas and far away" one of your very happy productions, though it certainly contains stanzas that are worthy of all acceptation.-Thomson to Burns Tune.-O'er the Hills, &c. How can my poor heart be glad, CHORUS. On the seas and far away, ! Fate do with me what you may, At the starless midnight hour, When winter rules with boundless power; As the storms the forest tear, And thunders rend the howling air, Peace, thy olive wand extend, Then may heaven with prosp'rous gales, My dear lad that's far away. SAW YE MY PHELY? Written for the Museum. The air must have been altered to suit the present verses, as the measure of the old song is very different-When she cam ben she bobbit fu' low.' Tune.-When she cam ben she bobbit. O SAW ye my dear, my Phely? She's down i' the grove, she's wi' a new love, What says she, my dearest, my Phely? LET NOT WOMAN E'ER COMPLAIN. Duncan Gray was a favourite air of the Poet's. He had already written to it his admirable Scottish song, Duncan Gray cam here to woo.' The following is an attempt to dress it in English. Tune.-Duncan Gray. LET not woman e'er complain, Look abroad through Nature's range, Man should then a monster prove Round and round the seasons go. Why then ask of silly man, You can be no more, you know. SLEEP'ST THOU, OR WAK'ST THOU, &c. SLEEP'ST thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature? Now to the streaming fountain, Or up the heathy mountain, Wild Nature's tenants, freely, gladly stray; The lintwhite" in his bower Chants o'er the breathing flower; The lav'rock to the sky Ascends wi' sangs o' joy, While the sun and thou arise to bless the day. Phoebus gilding the brow o' morning, Banishes ilk darksome shade, Nature gladdening and adorning; [sky: Night's gloomy shades, cloudy, dark, o'ercast my But when, in beauty's light, 'Tis then I wake to life, to light, and joy. MY CHLORIS, MARK HOW GREEN THE GROVES. How do you like,' says Burns to Thomson, the simplicity and tenderness of this pastoral!-I think it pretty well.' Tune. My lodging is on the cold ground. My Chloris, mark how green the groves, The lav'rock shuns the palace gay, Let minstrels sweep the skilfu' string The shepherd stops his simple reed, The princely revel may survey The shepherd, in the flow'ry glen, These wild-wood flowers I've pu'd, to deck The courtiers' gems may witness love- in Hail. n Small wood in a hollow. o Pulled, gathered. IT WAS THE CHARMING MONTH OF MAY. Altered from an old English Song. Tune. Dainty Davie. It was the charming month of May, CHORUS. Lovely was she by the dawn, The youthful, charming Chloe. They hail the charming Chloe; FAREWELL THOU STREAM, &c. This song has nothing in common with the old verses→ To gain her love by flattering.' Tune.-Nancy's to the greenwood gane. FAREWELL thou stream that winding flows O mem'ry spare the cruel throes Within my bosom swelling: |