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
86 licacieSj and made it at once fjiore chaste and more dull. GO TO THE EWE-BUGHTS, MARION. / am not sure if this old and charming air he of the South, as is commonly said, or of the North of Scotland,— There is a song apparently as antient as Ewe-bughts, Marion, which sings to the same tune, and is evidently of the North.— It begins thus The Lord o'Gordon had three dochters, Mary, Marget, and Jean, They wad na stay at bonie Castle Gordon, But awa to Aberdeen. Will ye go to the ew-bughts, Marion, And wear in the sheep wi' me The sun shines sweet, my Marion, But nae liafF sae sweet as thee.
87 O Marion's a bonoy lass, And the blyth blinks in her e'e And fain wad I marry Marion, Gin Marion wad marry me. There's gowd in your garters, Marion, And silk on your white hause-bane Fu' fain wad 1 kiss my Marion, At e'en when I come hame. There's braw lads in Earnslaw, Marion, Wha gape, and glowr with their e'e. At kirk when they see my Marion But nane of them lo'es like me. I've nine milk-ews, my Marion, A cow and a brawny quey, I'll gie them a' to my Marioft, Just on her bridal-day And ye's get a green sey apron. And waistcoat of the London brown. And wow ! but ye will be vap'ring, Whene'er ye gang to the town. I'm young and stout, my Marion Nane dance like me on the green And gin ye forsake me, Marion, I'll e'en draw up wi' Jean
- Page 60 and 61: 36 ^c." It consists of three stanza
- Page 62 and 63: 38 THE BLAITHRIE O T. The following
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- Page 66 and 67: m worthy and able defender of the b
- Page 68 and 69: 44 Say, charmer, where do thy flock
- Page 70 and 71: 46 O weel may the boatie row. That
- Page 72 and 73: THE POSIE. It appears evident to me
- Page 74 and 75: 5a The primrose I will pu', the fir
- Page 76 and 77: 52 She from her pillow gently rais'
- Page 78 and 79: 54 Up raise the good man's dochter,
- Page 80 and 81: 66 And he took out his little knife
- Page 82 and 83: 58 Hart, and hynd, and fallow-deer,
- Page 84 and 85: 60 THE COLLIERS BONIE LASSIE. Thefi
- Page 86 and 87: 6^ Come, in thy raven plumage, Nigh
- Page 88 and 89: 64 DOWN THE BURN, DAVIE. I HAVE bee
- Page 90 and 91: 66 What pass'd, I guess, was harmle
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- Page 96 and 97: 72 pedia Britannicaj which he compo
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- Page 100 and 101: 70 flouir his grave to crown !" Thi
- Page 102 and 103: 78 I try'd to sooth my am'rous flam
- Page 104 and 105: 80 ''At that time the opportunities
- Page 106 and 107: 82 youngest son, commonly called th
- Page 108 and 109: 84 Has kill'd the kindest heart Tha
- Page 112 and 113: 88 Sae put on your pearlins, Marion
- Page 114 and 115: 90 I OH ONO CHRIO.* Dr. Blacklock i
- Page 116 and 117: 9« composed his beautiful song of
- Page 118 and 119: 94 sprightly J and forcibly express
- Page 120 and 121: 96 Then to his bags he flew wi' spe
- Page 122 and 123: 98 TRANENT MUIR.* The Chevalier,f b
- Page 124 and 125: 100 Menteith the great,* when herse
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- Page 128 and 129: 104 Sic unco' hacks, and deadly wha
- Page 130 and 131: 106 which their friends thought dan
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- Page 134 and 135: 110 MY JO JANET Johnson, the publis
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- Page 138 and 139: 114 THE HIGHLAND LASSIE, O. This wa
- Page 140 and 141: 116 But fickle fortune frowns on me
- Page 142 and 143: 118 The meikle pot upon my back, Un
- Page 144 and 145: 120 He had a wee titty that loo'd n
- Page 146 and 147: 122 strathallan's lament.* This air
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- Page 152 and 153: 128 Down amang the broom, the broom
- Page 154 and 155: 130 I DREAm'd I LAY WHERE FLOWERS W
- Page 156 and 157: 132 hanks of the little river Devon
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86<br />
licacieSj <strong>and</strong> made it at once fjiore chaste <strong>and</strong> more<br />
dull.<br />
GO TO THE EWE-BUGHTS, MARION.<br />
/ am not sure if this old <strong>and</strong> charming air he of<br />
the South, as is commonly said, or of the North of<br />
Scotl<strong>and</strong>,— There is a song apparently as antient<br />
as Ewe-bughts, Marion, which sings to the same<br />
tune, <strong>and</strong> is evidently of the North.— It begins<br />
thus<br />
The Lord o'Gordon had three dochters,<br />
Mary, Marget, <strong>and</strong> Jean,<br />
They wad na stay at bonie Castle Gordon,<br />
But awa to Aberdeen.<br />
Will ye go to the ew-bughts, Marion,<br />
And wear in the sheep wi' me<br />
The sun shines sweet, my Marion,<br />
But nae liafF sae sweet as thee.
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