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330 Before auld age your vitals nip, And lay ye twa-fauld ower a rung. Sweet youth's a blythe and heartsome time : Then, lads and lasses, while it's May, Gae pou the gowan in its prime, Before it wither and decay. Watch the saft minutes o' delight. When Jenny speaks below her breath. And kisses, layin' a' the wyte On you if she kep ony skaith. Haith, ye're ill-bred, she'll smilin' say. Ye'll worry me, ye greedy rook ; Syne frae your arms she'll rin away, And hide hersell in some dark neuk. Her lauch will lead ye to the place, Where lies the happiness ye want And plainly tell ye to your face, Nineteen nay- says are hauf a granto Now to her heavin' bosom cling, And sweitly tuilyie for a kiss ; Frae her fair finger whup a ring, As taiken o' a future bliss. These benisons, I'm very sure. Are of kind heaven's indulgent grant Then, surly carles, wheesht, forbear To plague us wi' your whinin' cant ! * * From the Tea-Table Miscellany, 1724. Connected with this song, which few readers will require to be informed is a paraphrase, and a very happy one, of the celebrated " Vides ut alta" of Horace, the following anecdote may be told :—In a large mixed company which had assembled one night in the house of a citizen of Edinburgh, where Robert Burns happened to be present, soinebody sung, " Gin ye meet a bonnie Lassie," with excellent effect, insomuch as to throw all present into a sort of rapture. The only exception lay with a stiflf pedantic old schoolmaster, who, in a)l the consciousness of superior critical acumen, and determined to be pleased with nothing which was not strictly classical, sat erect iii his chair, with a countenance full of disdain, and rigidly abstained from expressing the slightest symptom of satisfaction. " What ails you at the sang, Mr ?" inquired an honest citizen of the name of Boog, who had been

331 ANNIE LAURIE.* Maxwelton banks are bonnie; Where early fa's the dew Where me and Annie Laurie Made up tlie promise true Made up the promise true, And never forget will I And for bonnie Annie Laurie 111 lay me doun and die. She's backit like tlie peacock ; She's breistit like the swan ; She's jimp about the middle ; Her waist ye weel micht span Her waist ye weel micht span, And she has a rolling- eye And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'll lay me doun and die. " Oh, nothing," answered the man of learn- particularly delighted with it. ing; " only the whole of it is stolen from Horace."— " Houts, man," replied Mr Boog, " Horace has rather stown from the auld sang."—This ludicrous observation was met with absolute shouts of laughter, the whole of which was at the expense of the discomfited critic ; and Burns was pleased to express his hearty thanks to the citizen for having set the matter to rights. He seems, from a passage in Cromek's Reliques, to have afterwards made use of the observation as his own. * These two verses, which are in a style wonderfully tender and chaste for their age, were written by a Mr Douglas of Fingland, upon Anne, one of the four daughters of Sir Robert Laurie, first baronet of Maxwelton, by his second wife, who was a daughter of Riddell of Minto. As Sir Rol)ert was created a baronet in the year 1685, it is probable that the verses were composed aboiit the end of the seventeenth or the beginning of the eighteenth century. It is painful to record, that, notwithstanding the ardent and chivalrous affection displayed by Mr Douglas in his poem, he did not obtain the heroine for a wife : She was married to Mr Ferguson of Craigdarroch.—See " A Ballad Book," {printed at Edinburgh in 1824,) p. 107-

331<br />

ANNIE LAURIE.*<br />

Maxwelton banks are bonnie;<br />

Where early fa's the dew<br />

Where me and Annie Laurie<br />

Made up tlie promise true<br />

Made up the promise true,<br />

And never forget will I<br />

And for bonnie Annie Laurie<br />

111 lay me doun and die.<br />

She's backit like tlie peacock ;<br />

She's breistit like the swan ;<br />

She's jimp about the middle ;<br />

Her waist ye weel micht span<br />

Her waist ye weel micht span,<br />

And she has a rolling- eye<br />

And for bonnie Annie Laurie<br />

I'll lay me doun and die.<br />

" Oh, nothing," answered the man <strong>of</strong> learn-<br />

particularly delighted with it.<br />

ing; " only the whole <strong>of</strong> it is stolen from Horace."— " Houts, man," replied<br />

Mr Boog, " Horace has rather stown from the auld sang."—This ludicrous<br />

observation was met with absolute shouts <strong>of</strong> laughter, the whole <strong>of</strong><br />

which was at the expense <strong>of</strong> the discomfited critic ; and Burns was pleased<br />

to express his hearty thanks to the citizen for having set the matter to<br />

rights. He seems, from a passage in Cromek's Reliques, to have afterwards<br />

made use <strong>of</strong> the observation as his own.<br />

* <strong>The</strong>se two verses, which are in a style wonderfully tender and chaste<br />

for their age, were written by a Mr Douglas <strong>of</strong> Fingland, upon Anne, one<br />

<strong>of</strong> the four daughters <strong>of</strong> Sir Robert Laurie, first baronet <strong>of</strong> Maxwelton, by<br />

his second wife, who was a daughter <strong>of</strong> Riddell <strong>of</strong> Minto. As Sir Rol)ert<br />

was created a baronet in the year 1685, it is probable that the verses were<br />

composed aboiit the end <strong>of</strong> the seventeenth or the beginning <strong>of</strong> the eighteenth<br />

century. It is painful to record, that, notwithstanding the ardent<br />

and chivalrous affection displayed by Mr Douglas in his poem, he did not<br />

obtain the heroine for a wife : She was married to Mr Ferguson <strong>of</strong> Craigdarroch.—See<br />

" A Ballad Book," {printed at Edinburgh in 1824,) p. 107-

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