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
74 SAE MERRY AS WE TWA HA E BEEN. This song is beautiful.— The chorus in particular is trull/ pathetic.—I never could learn any thing of its author, A lass that was laden with care Sat heavily under yon thorn ; I listen'd awhile for to hear, When thus she began for to mourn Whene'er my dear shepherd was there, The birds did melodiously sing, And cold nipping winter did wear A face that resembled the spring. Sae merry as we twa hae heeny Sae merry as we twa hae been, My heart it is likefor to break. When I think on the days we hae seen. Our flocks feeding close by his side, He gently pressing my hand, I view'd the wide world in its pride. And laugh'd at the pomp of command !
75 My dear, he would oft to me say, What makes you hard-hearted to me ? Oh ! why do you thus turn away From him who is dying for thee ? Sae merry, S^c. But now he is far from my sight, Perhaps a deceiver may prove, Which makes me lament day and night, That ever I granted my love. At eve, when the rest of the folk Were merrily seated to spin, I set myself under an oak, And heavily sighed for him. Sae merry, S^c. THE BANKS OF FORTH. This air is Oswald's. BOTIJWEL BANKS. This modern thing of Pinkerton's could never passfor old but among the sheer ignorant. What Poet of the olden time, or indeed of any time, ever said or wrote any thing like the line—*' Without ae
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- Page 58 and 59: 34 They tak the horse then py te he
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- Page 88 and 89: 64 DOWN THE BURN, DAVIE. I HAVE bee
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- Page 112 and 113: 88 Sae put on your pearlins, Marion
- Page 114 and 115: 90 I OH ONO CHRIO.* Dr. Blacklock i
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- Page 118 and 119: 94 sprightly J and forcibly express
- Page 120 and 121: 96 Then to his bags he flew wi' spe
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- Page 134 and 135: 110 MY JO JANET Johnson, the publis
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- Page 138 and 139: 114 THE HIGHLAND LASSIE, O. This wa
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75<br />
My dear, he would oft to me say,<br />
What makes you hard-hearted to me ?<br />
Oh ! why do you thus turn away<br />
From him who is dying for thee ?<br />
Sae merry, S^c.<br />
But now he is far from my sight,<br />
Perhaps a deceiver may prove,<br />
Which makes me lament day <strong>and</strong> night,<br />
That ever I granted my love.<br />
At eve, when the rest of the folk<br />
Were merrily seated to spin,<br />
I set myself under an oak,<br />
And heavily sighed for him.<br />
Sae merry, S^c.<br />
THE BANKS OF FORTH.<br />
This air is Oswald's.<br />
BOTIJWEL BANKS.<br />
This modern thing of Pinkerton's could never<br />
passfor old but among the sheer ignorant. What<br />
Poet of the olden time, or indeed of any time, ever<br />
said or wrote any thing like the line—*' Without ae
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