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
" Aye," quo' Watty, " things are alter'd^ " But it's past redemption now, " O ! I wish 1 had been halter'd " When I marry'd Maggy Howe " I've been poor, and vext, and raggy, " Try'd wi' troubles no that sma' " Them I bore—but marrying Maggy *' Laid the cape-stane o' them a'. ON THE BLUE BIRD. When winter's cold tempests and snows are no more, Green meadows and brown-furrow'd lands re-appearing r The fishermen hauling their shad to the shore, And cloud-cleaving geese to the lakes are a-steering, When first the lone butterfly flits on the wing, * When red glow the maples, so fresh and so pleasing, O then comes the blue-bird, the herald of spring. And hails with his warblings the charms of the season.. Then loud piping frogs make the marshes to ring, Then warm glows the sunshine, and fine is the weather, The blue woodland flowers just beginning to spring. And spicewood and sassafras budding together; O then to your gardens, ye housewives, repair. Your walks border up, sow and plant at your leisure, The blue-bird will chant from his box such an air. That all your hard toils will seem truly a pleasure. ! ; ire
217 '* Night and day she's ever yelpin', " Wi' the weans she ne'er can gree " Whan she's tir'd wi' perfect skelpin', " Then she flees like fire on me. ^^ See ye, Mungo ! when she'll clash on " Wi' her everlasting clack, " Whiles I've had my nieve, in passion, " Liftet up to break her back !" He flits through the orchard, he visits each tree, The red flowering peach, and the apples' sweet blossoms, He snaps up destroyers wherever they be, And seizes the caitiffs that lurk in their bosoms He drags the vile grub from the corn it devours, The worms from their beds, where they riot and welter, His song and his services freely are ours, And all that he asks is in summer a shelter. The ploughman is pleased when he gleans in his train, Now searching the furrows, now mounting to cheer him The gardener delights in his sweet simple strain, And leans on his spade to survey and to hear him ; The slow ling'ring school-boys forget they'll be chid, While gazing intent as he warbles before 'em. In mantle of sky blue, and bosom so red. That each little loiterer seems to adore him. ; When
- Page 422 and 423: 166 I DO CONFESS THOU ART SAE FAIR.
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217<br />
'* Night <strong>and</strong> day she's ever yelpin',<br />
" Wi' the weans she ne'er can gree<br />
" Whan she's tir'd wi' perfect skelpin',<br />
" Then she flees like fire on me.<br />
^^ See ye, Mungo ! when she'll clash on<br />
" Wi' her everlasting clack,<br />
" Whiles I've had my nieve, in passion,<br />
" Liftet up to break her back !"<br />
He flits through the orchard, he visits each tree,<br />
The red flowering peach, <strong>and</strong> the apples' sweet blossoms,<br />
He snaps up destroyers wherever they be,<br />
And seizes the caitiffs that lurk in their bosoms<br />
He drags the vile grub from the corn it devours,<br />
The worms from their beds, where they riot <strong>and</strong> welter,<br />
His song <strong>and</strong> his services freely are ours,<br />
And all that he asks is in summer a shelter.<br />
The ploughman is pleased when he gleans in his train,<br />
Now searching the furrows, now mounting to cheer him<br />
The gardener delights in his sweet simple strain,<br />
And leans on his spade to survey <strong>and</strong> to hear him ;<br />
The slow ling'ring school-boys forget they'll be chid,<br />
While gazing intent as he warbles before 'em.<br />
In mantle of sky blue, <strong>and</strong> bosom so red.<br />
That each little loiterer seems to adore him.<br />
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