And though your fathers, prodigal of life, Ye yet may follow where a Douglas leads! And aiblins when they winna stand the test, perhaps best! Would a' the land do this, then I'll be caution For us and for our stage should ony spier, ask "Wha's aught thae chiels maks Who are those fellows a' this bustle here?" My best leg foremost, I'll set up my brow, We're your ain bairns, e'en guide us as ye like, strike. And gratefu' still I hope ye'll ever find us, We've got frae a' professions, sets, and ranks: thanks. CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE THIRD VOLUME OF JOHNSON'S MUSEUM TIBBIE DUNBAR. TUNE-Johnny M'Gill. The third volume of the Scots Musical Museum had been going on, somewhat more slowly than the second, but with an equal amount of assistance from Burns. Besides the songs already cited since the date of the second volume, he contributed many which, as they bore no particular reference to his own history, nor any other trait by which the exact date of their com position could be ascertained, are here presented in one group. Several of them are, however, only old songs mended or extended by Burns. O WILT thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Wilt thou ride on a horse or be drawn in a car, Or walk by my side, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? I carena thy daddie, his lands and his money, I carena thy kin, sae high and sae lordly; But say thou wilt hae me, for better for waur And come in thy coatie, sweet Tibbie Dun- shift bar! THE GARDENER WI' HIS PAIDLE. TUNE- The Gardeners' March. It will be found that Burns subsequently produced a new version of this song, changing the burden at the close of the stanzas. WHEN rosy Morn comes in wi' showers, The gardener wi' his paidle.1 The crystal waters gently fa', The scented breezes round him blaw, When purple Morning starts the hare, Then through the dews he maun repair, When Day, expiring in the west, He flies to her arms he lo'es the best, 1 A long staff with an iron spike, serving sometimes as a narrow spade. HIGHLAND HARRY. Of this song Burns says: "The chorus I picked up from an old woman in Dunblane; the rest of the song is mine." It is evident that the poet has understood the chorus in a Jacobite sense, and written his own verses in that strain accordingly. Mr. Peter Buchan has, nevertheless, ascertained that the original song related to a love attachment between Harry Lumsdale, the second son of a Highland gentleman, and Miss Jeanie Gordon, daughter to the Laird of Knockespock, in Aberdeenshire. The lady was married to her cousin, Habichie Gordon, a son of the Laird of Rhynie; and some time after, her former lover having met her and shaken her hand, her husband drew his sword in anger, and lopped off several of Lumsdale's fingers, which Highland Harry took so much to heart that he soon after died.— See Hogg and Mother well's edition of Burns, ii. 197. My Harry was a gallant gay, Fu' stately strode he on the plain: When a' the lave gae to their bed, O were some villains hangit high, rest sad cry BONNY ANN. AIR-Ye Gallants Bright. "I composed this song out of compliment to Miss Ann Masterton, the daughter of my friend Allan Masterton, the author of the air 'Strathallan's Lament,' and two or three others in this work."— Burns. Miss Masterton afterwards became Mrs. Derbishire, and was living in London in 1834. TE gallants bright, I rede ye right, advise Beware o' bonny Ann; Her comely face sae fu' o' grace, Your heart she will trepan. Her een sae bright, like stars by night, Her skin is like the swan ; |