THE BLUE-EYED LASSIE.1 Mr. Jeffrey, the clergyman of Lochmaben, had a daughter, a sweet blue-eyed young creature, who at one of Burns's visits, did the honors of the table. Next morning, our poet presented at breakfast a song which has given the young lady immortality. I GAED a waefu' gate yestreen, road She talked, she smiled, my heart she wiled; She charmed my soul-I wist na how; And aye the stound, the deadly wound, pang Cam fra her een sae bonny blue. This song was printed in Johnson's Museum, with an air composed by Mr. Riddel of Glenriddel. It has been set by George Thomson to the tune of "The Blathrie o't," but, in the opinion of the present editor, it flows much more sweetly "My only joe and dearie O." But, spare to speak, and spare to speed;1 She'll aiblins listen to my vow; Should she refuse, I'll lay my dead To her twa een sae bonny blue. perhaps death SONG. AIR-Maggy Lauder. Miss Jeffrey married a gentleman named Renwick, of New York, and was living there about 1822, when a son of Mr. George Thomson was introduced to her by her son, the professor of chemistry in Columbia College. The following song has been put forward as another composition of Burns in honor of the " Blue-eyed Lassie." It first appeared in the New York Mirror (1846). WHEN first I saw fair Jeanie's face, I couldna tell what ailed me, My heart went fluttering pit-a-pat, 1 A proverbial expression. She's aye, aye sae blithe, sae gay, Had I Dundas's whole estate, Or Hopetoun's wealth to shine in; Could I but hope to move her, And prouder than a belted knight, I'd be my Jeanie's lover. She's aye, aye sae blithe, sae gay, etc. But sair I fear some happier swain Though I maun never have her, She's aye, aye sae blithe, sae gay, etc. SKETCH-NEW-YEAR'S DAY [1790]. TO MRS. DUNLOP. THIS day, Time winds the exhausted chain, The absent lover, minor heir, In vain assail him with their prayer; 1 Afterwards General Dunlop of Dunlop. 2 Rachel, a daughter of Mrs. Dunlop, was making a sketch of Coila. And join with me a moralising, And what is this day's strong suggestion? "The passing moment's all we rest on!" Rest on for what? what do we here? Or why regard the passing year? Will Time, amused with proverbed lore, Let us the important now employ, And live as those who never die. Though you, with days and honours crowned Witness that filial circle round |