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
104 Sic unco' hacks, and deadly whacks, I never saw the like, man ; Lost hands and heads cost them their deads. That fell near Preston-dyke, man. Tiiat afternoon, when a' w as done, I gaed to see the fray, man ; But had I wist what after past, I'd better staid away, man : On Seaton sands, wi' nimble hands, They pick'd my pockets bare, man j But I wish ne'er to drie sick fear. For a' the sum and mair, man. TO THE WEAVERS GIN YE GO. The Chorus of this song is old, the rest of it is mine.— Here, once for all, let me apologize for many silly compositions of mine in this work. Many beautiful airs wanted words; in the hurry of other avocations, if I could string a parcel of rhymes to- gether any thing near tolerable, I was fain to let them pass. He must be an excellent poet indeed^ whose every performance is excellent.
105 STREPHON AND LYDIA. Tune The Gordons had the guiding o't. The following account of this song I hadfrom Dr. Blacklock, The Strephon and Lydia mentioned in the song were perhaps the loveliest couple of their time. The gentleman was commonhj knoz^n hy the name of Bea^i Gibson. The lady was the Gentle Jean, celebrated somewhere in Mr. Hamilton^ of Ban- gour's poems.—Having frequently met at public places, they had formed a reciprocal attachment, * " With the elegant and accomplished William Hamilton of Bangour, whose amiable manners were long remembered with the tenderest recollection by all who knew him, Mr. Home lived in the closest habits of friendship. The Writer of tliese Memoirs has heard him dwell with delight on the scenes of their youthful days; and he has to regret that many an anecdote, to which he listened with pleasure, was not committed to a better record than a treacherous memory. Hamilton's mind is pictured in his verses. They are the easy and careless effusions of an elegant fancy and a chastened taste ; and the sentiments they convey are the genuine feelings of a tender and susceptible heart, which perpetually owned the dominion of some favourite mistress ; but whose passion generally evaporated in song, and made no serious or permanent impression. His poems had an additional charm to his cotemporaries, from being commonly addressed to his familiar friends of either sex." Life of Lord Kaimes, vol. i. p. 64. Hamilton died in March, 1754, aged 50.
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104<br />
Sic unco' hacks, <strong>and</strong> deadly whacks,<br />
I never saw the like, man ;<br />
Lost h<strong>and</strong>s <strong>and</strong> heads cost them their deads.<br />
That fell near Preston-dyke, man.<br />
Tiiat afternoon, when a' w as done,<br />
I gaed to see the fray, man ;<br />
But had I wist what after past,<br />
I'd better staid away, man :<br />
On Seaton s<strong>and</strong>s, wi' nimble h<strong>and</strong>s,<br />
They pick'd my pockets bare, man j<br />
But I wish ne'er to drie sick fear.<br />
For a' the sum <strong>and</strong> mair, man.<br />
TO THE WEAVERS GIN YE GO.<br />
The Chorus of this song is old, the rest of it is<br />
mine.— Here, once for all, let me apologize for<br />
many silly compositions of mine in this work. Many<br />
beautiful airs wanted words; in the hurry of other<br />
avocations, if I could string a parcel of rhymes to-<br />
gether any thing near tolerable, I was fain to let<br />
them pass. He must be an excellent poet indeed^<br />
whose every performance is excellent.