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
106 which their friends thought dangerous, as their re- sources were hy no means adequate to their tastes and habits of life. To elude the bad consequences of such a connexion, Strephon was sent abroad zvith a commission, and perished in Admiral Fernon^s expedition to Carthagena. The author of the song zms William Wallace, Esq. of Cairnhill, in Ayrshire. STREPHON AND LYDIA. All lovely on the sultry beach, Expiring Strephon lay, No hand the cordial draught to reach, Nor chear the gloomy way. Ill-fated youth ! no parent nigh, To catch thy fleeting breath. No bride, to fix they swimming eye, * Or smt)oth the face of death. Far distant from the mournful scene, Thy parents sit at ease. Thy Lydia rifles all the plain. And all the spring to please. Ill-fated youth ! by fault of friend, Not force of foe depressed, Thou fall'st, alas ! thyself, thy kind, Thy country, unredressed
107 i i'm o'er young to marry yet. The chorus of this song is old.—The rest of it, . such as it zs, is mine.^ ] I am my mammy's ae bairn, Wi' unco folk I weary, sir ; And lying in a man's bed, I'm fley'd wad mak me irie, sir. i Tm o'er young, Fm o'er youngs Tm o'er young to marry yet Tm ()er young, 'twad he a sin \ To take mefrae my mammy yet. \ Hallowmass is come and gane. The nights are lang in winter, sir And you an' I in ae bed, i In trowth, I dare na venture, sir. i Tm o'er young, S^c. . * There is a stray, characteristic verse^ which ought to be restored. j My minnie coft me a new gown, ; The kirk maun hae the gracing o't; s Ware I to lie wi' you, kind sir, \ I'm feared ye'd spoil the lacing o't. , j I'm o'er youngs ^c. 1 , \ \
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107 i<br />
i'm o'er young to marry yet.<br />
The chorus of this song is old.—The rest of it, .<br />
such as it zs, is mine.^ ]<br />
I am my mammy's ae bairn,<br />
Wi' unco folk I weary, sir ;<br />
And lying in a man's bed,<br />
I'm fley'd wad mak me irie, sir. i<br />
Tm o'er young, Fm o'er youngs<br />
Tm o'er young to marry yet<br />
Tm ()er young, 'twad he a sin \<br />
To take mefrae my mammy yet. \<br />
Hallowmass is come <strong>and</strong> gane.<br />
The nights are lang in winter, sir<br />
And you an' I in ae bed, i<br />
In trowth, I dare na venture, sir. i<br />
Tm o'er young, S^c. .<br />
* There is a stray, characteristic verse^ which ought to be<br />
restored. j<br />
My minnie coft me a new gown, ;<br />
The kirk maun hae the gracing o't; s<br />
Ware I to lie wi' you, kind sir, \<br />
I'm feared ye'd spoil the lacing o't. ,<br />
j<br />
I'm o'er youngs ^c. 1<br />
, \<br />
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