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
70 Sae true's his words, sae smooth's his speech, His breath like caller air. His very foot has music in't, When he comes up the stair : And will I see his face again And will I hear him speak I'm downright dizzy with the thought. In troth I'm like to greet For there's nae luck, S^c. The cauld blasts of the winter wind. That thrilled thro' my heart. They're a' blaun by ; 'Till death we'll never part I hae him safe, But what puts parting in my head ? It may be far awa The present moment is our ain. The neist we never saw For there's nae luck, S^c. Since Colin's well, I'm well content, I hae nae mair to crave Could I but live to mak him blest, I'm blest aboon the lave And will I see his face again And will I hear him speak I'm downright dizzy with the thought. In troth I'm like to greet •
71 JOHN HAY S BONIE LASSIE. John Hai/s Bonie Lassie was daughter of John Hay, Earl, or Marquis of Tweeddale, and late Countess Dowager of Roxburgh.— She died at Broomlandsy near Kelso, some time between the years 1720 and 1740. THE BONIE BRUCKET LASSIE. The idea of this song is to me 'Oery original: the two first lines are all of it that is old. The rest of the song, as well as those songs in the Museum marked T, are the works of an obscure, tippling, but extraordinary body of the name of Tytler, com- monly known by the name of Balloon Tytler, from his having projected a balloon: A mortal, who, though he drudges about Edinburgh as « common printer, with leaky shoes, a sky-lighted hat, and knee-buckles as unlike as George-by-the-Grace-of- God, and Solomon-theSon-of-David; yet that same unknown drunken mortal is author and com- piler of threefourths of Elliot's pompous Encyclo-
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70<br />
Sae true's his words, sae smooth's his speech,<br />
His breath like caller air.<br />
His very foot has music in't,<br />
When he comes up the stair :<br />
And will I see his face again<br />
And will I hear him speak<br />
I'm downright dizzy <strong>with</strong> the thought.<br />
In troth I'm like to greet<br />
For there's nae luck, S^c.<br />
The cauld blasts of the winter wind.<br />
That thrilled thro' my heart.<br />
They're a' blaun <strong>by</strong> ;<br />
'Till death we'll never part<br />
I hae him safe,<br />
But what puts parting in my head ?<br />
It may be far awa<br />
The present moment is our ain.<br />
The neist we never saw<br />
For there's nae luck, S^c.<br />
Since Colin's well, I'm well content,<br />
I hae nae mair to crave<br />
Could I but live to mak him blest,<br />
I'm blest aboon the lave<br />
And will I see his face again<br />
And will I hear him speak<br />
I'm downright dizzy <strong>with</strong> the thought.<br />
In troth I'm like to greet<br />
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