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I whistled, I pip'd, and I sang;
I woo'd, but I cam nae great speed:
And lay my banes far frae the Tweed.
My tears did my passion express :
And the women loo sic a man less.
Her pride had my ruin decreed;
And lay my bánes far frae the Tweed. *
FAIRFA' THE LASSES.
Wha doesna loo the lasses, O! .
How lang will ye harass us, O?
* The song here given lays claim to being the original Tweedside, and is said to have been composed by a Lord Yester.
Why should we ever sigh for wealth?
Sic thoughts shou'd never fash us, 0;
Plac'd Muses on Parnassus, 0;
. Fairfa', 8c.
A'ither mirth surpasses, 0,
The time fu’ quickly passes, 0,
Of overflowing glasses, 0,
Fairfa' the lasses, 0!
THE YELLOW HAIR'D LADDIE. In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain, And summer, approaching, rejoiceth the swain,
The yellow hair'd laddie would oftentimes go,
There under the shade of an old sacred thorn,
The shepherd thus sung: Tho' young Maddie be fair,
That Maddie, in all the gay bloom of her youth,
That mamma's fine daughter, with all her great dow'r,
CA' THE EWES TO THE KNOWES.
Ca' the ewes to the knowes,
My bonnie dearie.
Will ye gang down the water side,
Ca the ewes, &c.
Ca’ the ewes, &c.
Ca' the ewes, &c.
Ca’ the ewes, &c.
Ca’ the ewes, 8c. *
* The only information the Editor has been able to collect respecting this piece, is contained in the following passages from the Works of BURNS. First, In a note upon it, as published in Johnson's Musical Museum, he says" This beautiful song is in the true old Scottish taste; yet I do not know that either air, or words, were in print before." Second, In a letter to Mr. THOMPSON, the Editor of another Musical work published subsequently to JOHNSON's, he writes," I am flattered at your a
LOCH ERROCH SIDE.
The lofty hills surveying,
Their fragrance sweet conveying,
I found her like May morning;
Her person all adorning.
How kind her looks, how blest was I,
While in my arms I press'd her!
As fondly I caress'd her.
If constantly you'll love me,
For nought but death shall move me.
But faithful, loving, true, and kind,
For ever you shall find me,
Loch-Erroch sweet shall mind me.
I cried, no more we'll tarry!
For lovers soon should marry.
dopting Ca’ the ewes to the knowes, as it was owing to me that ever it saw the light. About seven years ago I was well acquainted with a worthy little fellow of a clergyman, a Mr. CluNIE, who sung it charmingly; and, at my request, Mr. CLARKE took it down from his singing. When I gave it to Johnson, I added some stanzas to the song, and mended others.”