Delphi Complete Works of Robert Burns (Illustrated) (Delphi Poets Series) (73 page)
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Authors: Robert Burns
445.
Tune
— “Cumnock Psalms.”
AS I stood by yon roofless tower,
Where the wa’flow’r scents the dery air,
Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,
And tells the midnight moon her care.
Chorus.
— A lassie all alone, was making her moan,
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Lamenting our lads beyond the sea:
In the bluidy wars they fa’, and our honour’s gane an’ a’,
And broken-hearted we maun die.
The winds were laid, the air was till,
The stars they shot along the sky;
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The tod was howling on the hill,
And the distant-echoing glens reply.
A lassie all alone, &c.
The burn, adown its hazelly path,
Was rushing by the ruin’d wa’,
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Hasting to join the sweeping Nith,
Whase roarings seem’d to rise and fa’.
A lassie all alone, &c.
The cauld blae North was streaming forth
Her lights, wi’ hissing, eerie din,
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Athort the lift they start and shift,
Like Fortune’s favours, tint as win.
A lassie all alone, &c.
Now, looking over firth and fauld,
Her horn the pale-faced Cynthia rear’d,
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When lo! in form of Minstrel auld,
A stern and stalwart ghaist appear’d.
A lassie all alone, &c.
And frae his harp sic strains did flow,
Might rous’d the slumbering Dead to hear;
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But oh, it was a tale of woe,
As ever met a Briton’s ear!
A lassie all alone, &c.
He sang wi’ joy his former day,
He, weeping, wail’d his latter times;
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But what he said-it was nae play,
I winna venture’t in my rhymes.
A lassie all alone, &c.
446.
AS I stood by yon roofless tower,
Where the wa’flower scents the dewy air,
Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,
And tells the midnight moon her care.
The winds were laid, the air was still,
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The stars they shot alang the sky;
The fox was howling on the hill,
And the distant echoing glens reply.
The stream, adown its hazelly path,
Was rushing by the ruin’d wa’s,
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Hasting to join the sweeping Nith,
Whase distant roaring swells and fa’s.
The cauld blae North was streaming forth
Her lights, wi’ hissing, eerie din;
Athwart the lift they start and shift,
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Like Fortune’s favors, tint as win.
By heedless chance I turn’d mine eyes,
And, by the moonbeam, shook to see
A stern and stalwart ghaist arise,
Attir’d as Minstrels wont to be.
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Had I a statue been o’ stane,
His daring look had daunted me;
And on his bonnet grav’d was plain,
The sacred posy— “LIBERTIE!”
And frae his harp sic strains did flow,
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Might rous’d the slumb’ring Dead to hear;
But oh, it was a tale of woe,
As ever met a Briton’s ear!
He sang wi’ joy his former day,
He, weeping, wailed his latter times;
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But what he said — it was nae play,
I winna venture’t in my rhymes.
447.
O MY Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Luve’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
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So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
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And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
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Tho’ ‘twere ten thousand mile!
448.
Young Jamie, pride of a’ the plain (Song)
Tune
— “The Carlin of the Glen.”
YOUNG JAMIE, pride of a’ the plain,
Sae gallant and sae gay a swain,
Thro’ a’ our lasses he did rove,
And reign’d resistless King of Love.
But now, wi’ sighs and starting tears,
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He strays amang the woods and breirs;
Or in the glens and rocky caves,
His sad complaining dowie raves: —
“I wha sae late did range and rove,
And chang’d with every moon my love,
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I little thought the time was near,
Repentance I should buy sae dear.
“The slighted maids my torments see,
And laugh at a’ the pangs I dree;
While she, my cruel, scornful Fair,
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Forbids me e’er to see her mair.”
449.
The Flowery banks of Cree (Song)
HERE is the glen, and here the bower
All underneath the birchen shade;
The village-bell has told the hour,
O what can stay my lovely maid?
‘Tis not Maria’s whispering call;
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‘Tis but the balmy breathing gale,
Mixt with some warbler’s dying fall,
The dewy star of eve to hail.
It is Maria’s voice I hear;
So calls the woodlark in the grove,
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His little, faithful mate to cheer;
At once ‘tis music and ‘tis love.
And art thou come! and art thou true!
O welcome dear to love and me!
And let us all our vows renew,
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Along the flowery banks of Cree.
450.
Monody on a Lady, famed for her Caprice
On a lady famed for her Caprice.
HOW cold is that bosom which folly once fired,
How pale is that cheek where the rouge lately glisten’d;
How silent that tongue which the echoes oft tired,
How dull is that ear which to flatt’ry so listen’d!
If sorrow and anguish their exit await,
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From friendship and dearest affection remov’d;
How doubly severer, Maria, thy fate,
Thou diedst unwept, as thou livedst unlov’d.
Loves, Graces, and Virtues, I call not on you;
So shy, grave, and distant, ye shed not a tear:
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But come, all ye offspring of Folly so true,
And flowers let us cull for Maria’s cold bier.
We’ll search through the garden for each silly flower,
We’ll roam thro’ the forest for each idle weed;
But chiefly the nettle, so typical, shower,
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For none e’er approach’d her but rued the rash deed.
We’ll sculpture the marble, we’ll measure the lay;
Here Vanity strums on her idiot lyre;
There keen Indignation shall dart on his prey,
Which spurning Contempt shall redeem from his ire.
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451.
HERE lies, now a prey to insulting neglect,
What once was a butterfly, gay in life’s beam:
Want only of wisdom denied her respect,
Want only of goodness denied her esteem.
452.
Epigram pinned to Mrs. Riddell’s carriage
IF you rattle along like your Mistress’ tongue,
Your speed will outrival the dart;
But a fly for your load, you’ll break down on the road,
If your stuff be as rotten’s her heart.
453.
Epitaph for Mr. Walter Riddell
SIC a reptile was Wat, sic a miscreant slave,
That the worms ev’n d — d him when laid in his grave;
“In his flesh there’s a famine,” a starved reptile cries,
“And his heart is rank poison!” another replies.
