The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
336 Oh, where is the maid that like thee ne'er can cloy, Whose wit can enliven each dull pause of joy ; And when the short raptures are all at an end, From beautiful mistress turn sensible friend ? In vain do I praise thee, or strive to reveal, (Too nice for expression,) what only we feel In a' that ye do, in each look and each mien, The graces in waiting adorn you unseen. When I see you I love you, when hearing adore ; I wonder and think you a woman no more Till, mad wi' admiring, I canna contain, And, kissing your lips^ you turn woman again. With thee in my bosom, how can I despair ? I'll gaze on thy beauties, and look awa care ; I'll ask thy advice, when with troubles opprest. Which never displeases, but always is best. In all that I write I'll thy judgment require ; Thy wit shall correct what thy charms did inspire. I'll kiss thee and press thee till youth is all o'er, And then live in friendship, when passion's no more.* * This impassioned lyric is said to have been tlie composition of Dr Alexander Webster, one of the ministers of Edinburgh, who died in 1784. There is a tradition, that he wrote it in early life, in consequence of a lady of superior rank, whom he was engaged to woo for another, condescending to betray a passion for him. He was a young man about the year 1740, when he was distinguished by his concern in a strange species of religious madness, which possessed the people of Cambuslang in Lanarkshire, generally termed " The Cambuslang Wark." I subjoin a different and less copious version, copied from the Scots Magazine ifor November, 1747. It is probable that this is the author's first draught of the song, and that it never was printed in any shape before. O, how could I venture to love one like thee. Or thou not despise a poor conquest like me ! On lords thy admirers could look with disdain, And though I was nothing, yet pity my pain ! You said, when they teased you with nonsense and dress. When real the passion, the vanity's less ; You saw through that silence which others despise, And, while beaux were prating, read love in my eyes. Oh ! where is the nymph that like thee ne'er can cloy. Whose wit can enliven the dull pause of joy ; And, when the sweet transport is all at an end. From beautiful mistress turn sensiblefriend
337 COME UNDER MY FLAIDIE. MACNIEL. Tune—Johnny M'-Gill. Come under my plaidie ; the night's gaun to fa' Come in frae the cauld blast, the drift, and the snaw : Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa. Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me ; I'll hap ye frae every cauld blast that can blaw Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me ; There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa. Gae 'wa wi' yere plaidie ! auld Donald, gae 'wa I fear na the cauld blast, the drift, nor the snaw I Gae 'wa wi' your plaidie I I'll no sit beside ye ; Ye micht be my gutcher I auld Donald, gae 'wa. I'm gaun to meet Johnnie—he's young and he's bonnie He's been at Meg's bridal, fou trig and fou braw Nane dances sae lichtly, sae gracefu', or tichtly, His cheek's like the new rose, his brow's like the snaw ! Dear Marion, let that flee stick to the wa' Your Jock's but a gowk, and has naething ava The haill o' his pack he has now on his back ; He's thretty, and I am but three score and twa. Be frank now and kindly—I'll busk ye ayie finely ; To kirk or to market there'll few gang sae braw When I see thee I love thee, but hearing adore, I wonder and think you a woman no more Till mad with admiring, I cannot contain. And kissing those lips, find you woman again. In aU that I write I'll thy judgment require; Thy taste shall correct what thy love did inspire. I'll kiss thee and press tliee till youth is all o'er. And then live on friendship, when passion's no more. 2f
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336<br />
Oh, where is the maid that like thee ne'er can cloy,<br />
Whose wit can enliven each dull pause <strong>of</strong> joy ;<br />
And when the short raptures are all at an end,<br />
From beautiful mistress turn sensible friend ?<br />
In vain do I praise thee, or strive to reveal,<br />
(Too nice for expression,) what only we feel<br />
In a' that ye do, in each look and each mien,<br />
<strong>The</strong> graces in waiting adorn you unseen.<br />
When I see you I love you, when hearing adore ;<br />
I wonder and think you a woman no more<br />
Till, mad wi' admiring, I canna contain,<br />
And, kissing your lips^ you turn woman again.<br />
With thee in my bosom, how can I despair ?<br />
I'll gaze on thy beauties, and look awa care ;<br />
I'll ask thy advice, when with troubles opprest.<br />
Which never displeases, but always is best.<br />
In all that I write I'll thy judgment require ;<br />
Thy wit shall correct what thy charms did inspire.<br />
I'll kiss thee and press thee till youth is all o'er,<br />
And then live in friendship, when passion's no more.*<br />
* This impassioned lyric is said to have been tlie composition <strong>of</strong> Dr<br />
Alexander Webster, one <strong>of</strong> the ministers <strong>of</strong> Edinburgh, who died in 1784.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re is a tradition, that he wrote it in early life, in consequence <strong>of</strong> a lady<br />
<strong>of</strong> superior rank, whom he was engaged to woo for another, condescending<br />
to betray a passion for him. He was a young man about the year 1740,<br />
when he was distinguished by his concern in a strange species <strong>of</strong> religious<br />
madness, which possessed the people <strong>of</strong> Cambuslang in Lanarkshire, generally<br />
termed " <strong>The</strong> Cambuslang Wark."<br />
I subjoin a different and less copious version, copied from the Scots Magazine<br />
ifor November, 1747. It is probable that this is the author's first<br />
draught <strong>of</strong> the song, and that it never was printed in any shape before.<br />
O, how could I venture to love one like thee.<br />
Or thou not despise a poor conquest like me !<br />
On lords thy admirers could look with disdain,<br />
And though I was nothing, yet pity my pain !<br />
You said, when they teased you with nonsense and dress.<br />
When real the passion, the vanity's less ;<br />
You saw through that silence which others despise,<br />
And, while beaux were prating, read love in my eyes.<br />
Oh ! where is the nymph that like thee ne'er can cloy.<br />
Whose wit can enliven the dull pause <strong>of</strong> joy ;<br />
And, when the sweet transport is all at an end.<br />
From beautiful mistress turn sensiblefriend