A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc
A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc
36S XEITH RACES. *-*'«/*.-»^'WV^*>* n^he bustle and noise of the Tace-ground, with its motley groupe of characters, are here exhibited in humorous and ludicrous colours.—Burns's admiration of Fergusson's genius carried him to imitate, though not servilely, seve- ral of his poems. The Holy Fair of the Ayrshire bard is not only written after the manner of this poem, but the ideas and even style of some of the passages are boF" rowed from it] In July month, ae bonny mom Whan Nature's rokelay green Was spread owi'e ilka rig o' corn;, To charm our rovin een : Glowrin about, I saw a quean. The fairest 'neath the lift : Il^r een were o' the siller sheen"; Her skin, like snawy drift, Sae white tliat dav.
Quo* she, *"' 369 I ferly unco saii% That ye sud musin gae Ye wha hae sung o' Hallow-fair, Her Winter's pranks^ and play Whan on Leith-sands tlie racers rare Wi jockey louns are met. Their orra pennies there to ware. And drown themsels in debt Fu' deep that day.'"* ^' And wha are ye, my winsome dear,} That taks the gate sae early ? Whare do ye win, gin ane may speer; For I right meikle ferly. That sic' bi-aw buskit laiighin lass Tliir bonny blinks shou'd gi'e. And loup, like Hebe, owre the grass. As wanton, and as free Frae dool this day ?' " I dwall amang the cauJer springs That weet the Land q' Cakes, And aften tune my canty strings At bridals and late-wakes. They ca' me Mirth :—I ne'er was kend To grumble or look sour ; But blithe wad be a lift to lend Gif ye wad sey my power. And pith, this day." ^^' A bargain be't ; and by my fegs ! Gif ye will be my mate, Wi' you I ii screw the cheery pegs^^' Ye shanna find me blate ; ; ;
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36S<br />
XEITH RACES.<br />
*-*'«/*.-»^'WV^*>*<br />
n^he bustle <strong>and</strong> noise <strong>of</strong> the Tace-ground, with its motley<br />
groupe <strong>of</strong> characters, are here exhibited in humorous <strong>and</strong><br />
ludicrous colours.—Burns's admiration <strong>of</strong> Fergusson's<br />
genius carried him to imitate, though not servilely, seve-<br />
ral <strong>of</strong> his poems. The Holy Fair <strong>of</strong> the Ayrshire bard<br />
is not only written after the manner <strong>of</strong> this poem, but<br />
the ideas <strong>and</strong> even style <strong>of</strong> some <strong>of</strong> the passages are boF"<br />
rowed from it]<br />
In July month, ae bonny mom<br />
Whan Nature's rokelay green<br />
Was spread owi'e ilka rig o' corn;,<br />
To charm our rovin een :<br />
Glowrin about, I saw a quean.<br />
The fairest 'neath the lift :<br />
Il^r een were o' the siller sheen";<br />
Her skin, like snawy drift,<br />
Sae white tliat dav.