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
160 Your proffer o' luve's an airle-penny, My Tocher's the bargain ye wad buy But an' ye be crafty, I am cunnm, Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood, Ye're hke to the bark o* yon rotten tree Ye'U slip frae me like a knotless thread, And ye'U crack your credit wi' mae nor me.* * The four last lines of this song are old. I have seen them in an unpublished MS. Collection by . David Herd, the Editor of ** Ancient and Modern Scottish Songs, Heroic Ballads," &c. 2 vols. 1776.—the two lines, '* It's a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree, Ifs a' for the hinney he'll cherish the bee /' are also much older than Burns's words. — Ed, ; ;
161 THEN GUDE WIFE COUNT THE LAWIN. The chorus of this is part of an old song, one stanza of which I recollect. Every day my wife tells me That ale and brandy will ruin me But if gude liquor be my dead. This shall be written on my head, gude wife county 5fc. — ; there'll NEVER BE PEACE TILL JAMIE COMES HAME. This tune is sometimes called, There's few gude Fellows when Willie's awa. — But I never have been able to meet with any thing else of the song than the title. By yon castle wa', at the close of the day, I heard a man sing tho' his head it was gray And as he was singing the tears down came — : There'll never be peace 'till Jamie comes hame. VOL. II. M
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160<br />
Your proffer o' luve's an airle-penny,<br />
My Tocher's the bargain ye wad buy<br />
But an' ye be crafty, I am cunnm,<br />
Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try.<br />
Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood,<br />
Ye're hke to the bark o* yon rotten tree<br />
Ye'U slip frae me like a knotless thread,<br />
And ye'U crack your credit wi' mae nor me.*<br />
* The four last lines of this song are old. I have seen them in<br />
an unpublished MS. Collection <strong>by</strong> . David Herd, the Editor of<br />
** Ancient <strong>and</strong> Modern Scottish Songs, Heroic Ballads," &c. 2 vols.<br />
1776.—the two lines,<br />
'* It's a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree,<br />
Ifs a' for the hinney he'll cherish the bee /'<br />
are also much older than <strong>Burns</strong>'s words.<br />
—<br />
Ed,<br />
;<br />
;