with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
70 flouir his grave to crown !" This is not only the pe- dantry of tenderness, but the very bathos of bad writing.^ * The Editor requests the reader's pardon for the introduction of a few lines on this subject. He promises not to trespass on his good nature again. O, Bothwel bank ! again thy flowers Sprout comely wi' spring's warming showers The daff'dil on the burn's gay brow, Wags his sweet head, o'erlaid wi' dew The gowden cowslips, richly meal'd. Inlay the burn, by bush and bield ; And the blythe lark, from morning cloud. Lights 'mang the dew, and singeth loud. Sae sweet wert thou that simmer night, (All 'neath the moon's celestial light !) When my dear boy, upon my breast, Laid down his head awhile to rest Heaven took his angel soul awa', • And left him in my arms to fa'. He lay, like a lilie on the ground, Wi' a' his fair locks loose around. I howkedt a grave within my bower, And there I set this heavenly flower: " And thou wilt spring again," I said, " And bloom when other flowers will fade
77 THE BUSH ABOON TRAQUAIR. This is another beautiful sorig of Mr. Crazeford^i composition. In the neighbourhood of Traquair, tradition still shews the old " Bush ,•" zvhich, zvhen I saziD it in the year J 787, zoas composed of eight or nine ragged birches. The Earl of Traquair has planted a clump of trees near by, which he calls " The new Bush." Hear me, ye nymphs, and every swain, rU tell how Peggy grieves me Tho' thus I languish and complain, Alas ! she ne'er believes me. My vows and sighs, like silent air, Unheeded never move her The bonny bush aboon Traquair, Was where I first did love her. That day she smil'd and made me glad, No maid seem'd ever kinder I thought myself the luckiest lad, So sweetly there to find her.
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77<br />
THE BUSH ABOON TRAQUAIR.<br />
This is another beautiful sorig of Mr. Crazeford^i<br />
composition. In the neighbourhood of Traquair,<br />
tradition still shews the old " Bush ,•" zvhich, zvhen<br />
I saziD it in the year J 787, zoas composed of eight<br />
or nine ragged birches. The Earl of Traquair<br />
has planted a clump of trees near <strong>by</strong>, which he calls<br />
" The new Bush."<br />
Hear me, ye nymphs, <strong>and</strong> every swain,<br />
rU tell how Peggy grieves me<br />
Tho' thus I languish <strong>and</strong> complain,<br />
Alas !<br />
she ne'er believes me.<br />
My vows <strong>and</strong> sighs, like silent air,<br />
Unheeded never move her<br />
The bonny bush aboon Traquair,<br />
Was where I first did love her.<br />
That day she smil'd <strong>and</strong> made me glad,<br />
No maid seem'd ever kinder<br />
I thought myself the luckiest lad,<br />
So sweetly there to find her.
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