The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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No other love I suffered
Within my breast to dwell
In nought I have offended,
But loving him too well.
Her lover heard her mourning,
As by he chanced to pass
And pressed unto his bosom
The lovely brucket lass.
My dear, he said, cease grieving
Since that you lo'ed so true,
My bonnie brucket lassie,
I'll faithful prove to you.*
FIENT A CRUM O THEE SHE FAWS.
ALEXANDER SCOTT.
Return hameward, my heart, again,
And bide where thou wast wont to be
Thou art a fool to suffer pain.
For love of ane that loves not thee.
My heart, let be sic fantasie
Love only where thou hast good cause,
Since scorn and liking ne'er agree
The fient a crum o' thee she faws.
* From Johnson's Scots Musical Museum, Part I, 1787.
" The idea of this song," says Burns, " is to me very original : the first two
lines of it are all of it that is old. The rest of ti e song, as well as those
songs in the Museum ^Johnson's Musical Museum'] Marked T, are the
works of an obscure, tijjplin?, but extraordinary body of the name of I'ytler,
commonly known by the name of Balloon Tjitler, from his having projected
a balloon : a mortal, who, though he drudges about Edinburgh as a
common printer, with leaky shoes and a sky-lighted hat ; yet that same unknown
drunken mortal is author and compiler of three-fourths of Elliot's
pompous Encyclopsedia Britannica, which he composed at half a guinea
a-week I"
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