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
music are both posterior to the days of these two gentlemen.— It is a beautiful songy arid in the ge- nuirte Scots taste. We have few pastoral composi- tions, I mean the pastoral of nature, that are equal to this. Blythe young Bess to Jean did say, Will ye gang to yon sunny brae, Where flocks do feed and herds do stray, And sport awhile wi' Jamie ? Ah na, lass, I'll no gang there. Nor about Jamie tak nae care, Nor about Jamie tak nae care, For he's taen up wi' Maggy For hark, and I will tell you, lass, Did I not see your Jamie pass, Wi' meikle gladness in his face, • Out o'er the muir to Maggy. 1 wat he gae her mony a kiss, And Maggy took them ne'er amiss 'Tween ilka smack, pleas'd her with this, That Bess was but a gawkie. For when a civil kiss I seek. She turns her head, and thraws her cheek, And for an hour she'll scarcely speak Who'd not call her a gawkie ?
But sure my Maggie has mair sense, She'll gie a score without offence Now gie me ane unto the mense, And ye shall be my dawtie. O, Jamie, ye ha'e mony tane. But I will never stand for ane, Or twa, when we do meet again ; Sae ne'er think me a gawkie. Ah, na, lass, that ne'er can be, Sic thoughts as these are far frae me, Or ony that sweet face that see, E'er to think thee a gawkie. But whisht !—nae mair of this we'll speak, For yonder Jamie does us meet; Instead of Meg he kiss'd sae sweet, I trow he hkes the gawkie. dear Bess, I hardly knew, When I came by, your gown sae new, 1 think you've got it wat wi' dew Quoth she, that's like a gawkie: It's wat wi' dew, and 'twill get rain^ And I'll get gowns when it is gane, Sae you may gang the gate you came, And tell it to your dawtie. B 2
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music are both posterior to the days of these two<br />
gentlemen.— It is a beautiful songy arid in the ge-<br />
nuirte Scots taste. We have few pastoral composi-<br />
tions, I mean the pastoral of nature, that are equal<br />
to this.<br />
Blythe young Bess to Jean did say,<br />
Will ye gang to yon sunny brae,<br />
Where flocks do feed <strong>and</strong> herds do stray,<br />
And sport awhile wi' Jamie ?<br />
Ah na, lass, I'll no gang there.<br />
Nor about Jamie tak nae care,<br />
Nor about Jamie tak nae care,<br />
For he's taen up wi' Maggy<br />
For hark, <strong>and</strong> I will tell you, lass,<br />
Did I not see your Jamie pass,<br />
Wi' meikle gladness in his face, •<br />
Out o'er the muir to Maggy.<br />
1 wat he gae her mony a kiss,<br />
And Maggy took them ne'er amiss<br />
'Tween ilka smack, pleas'd her <strong>with</strong> this,<br />
That Bess was but a gawkie.<br />
For when a civil kiss I seek.<br />
She turns her head, <strong>and</strong> thraws her cheek,<br />
And for an hour she'll scarcely speak<br />
Who'd not call her a gawkie ?
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