with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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LOGAN BRAES.
There were two old songs to this tune; one of
them contained some striking lines, the other entered
into the szoeets of wooing rather too freely for mo-
dern poetry.— It began,
"' Ae simmer night on Logan braes,
I helped a bonie lassie on wi' her claes,
First wi' her stockins, an' syne wi' her shoon.
But she gied me the glaiks whan a' was done."
The other seems older, hut it is not characteristic of
Scottish courtship.
" Logan Water's wide and deep.
An' laith am I to weet my feet ;
But gif ye'll consent to gang wi' me,
I'll hire a horse to carry thee/'*
* In a letter to a Correspondent, dated 7th April, 1793,
Bums says, " I remember the two last lines of a verse in some
of the old songs of Logan Water, which I think pretty.
" Now my dear lad maun face his faes,
Far, far frae me and Logan braes."
The song which Burns thus hastily alludes to was written in
Glasgow, near thirty years ago, by the gentleman whose name