Hers are the willing chains o' love, Let others love the city, And gaudy show at sunny noon; The dewy eve, and rising moor Her silver light the boughs amang, The amorous thrush concludes his sang. There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove By wimpling burn and leafy shaw, meandering grove And hear my vows o' truth and love, SAW YE MY PHELY? Sept., 1794. TUNE When she cam ben she bobbit. Он, saw ye my dear, my Phely? Oh, saw ye my dear, my Phely? She's down i' the grove, she's wi' a new love, She winna come hame to her Willy. What says she, my dearest, my Phely? Oh, had I ne'er seen thee, my Phely! Oct., 1794. HOW LONG AND DREARY IS THE NIGHT! TUNE- Cauld Kail in Aberdeen. I met with "How long and dreary is the Night! some such words in a collection of songs somewhere, which I altered and enlarged; and to please you, and to suit your favourite air, I have taken a stride or two across my room, and have arranged it anew, as you will find on the other page."- Burns to Mr. Thomson, 19th Oct., 1794. How long and dreary is the night I restless lie frae e'en to morn, Though I were ne'er sae weary. CHORUS. For oh, her lanely nights are lang! And oh, her dreams are eerie! When I think on the lightsome days How slow ye move, ye heavy hours! It was na sae ye glinted by, When I was wi' my dearie! passed quickly LET NOT WOMAN E'ER COMPLAIN. TUNE-Duncan Gray. "These English songs gravel me to death. I have not that command of the language that I have of my native tongue. [In fact, I think my ideas are more barren in English than in Scotch.] I have been at Duncan Gray, to dress it in English, but all I can do is deplorably stupid."— Burns to Mr. Thomson, 19th Oct., 1794. LET not woman e'er complain Man should then a monster prove? Mark the winds, and mark the skies, Round and round the seasons go. Why, then, ask of silly Man You can be no more, you know. THE LOVER'S MORNING-SALUTE TO HIS MISTRESS. TUNE- Deil tak the Wars. These verses were inspired by "CHLORIS," the theme of a considerable number of Burns's songs at this period. Chloris was Jean Lorimer, daughter of a substantial farmer in the neighborhood of Dumfries, with whom Burns lived in intimate relations. She was at this time (Oct., 1794) just nineteen years of age, and was living apart from a spendthrift husband, of the name of Whelpdale, who had persuaded her into a Gretna Green marriage the year before. Her subsequent life was extremely unhappy. She is described as uncommonly beautiful, both in form and face. SLEEP'ST thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature? And by the reeking floods, Wild nature's tenants freely, gladly stray; The lintwhite in his bower Chants o'er the breathing flower; The lav'rock to the sky Ascends wi' sangs o' joy, linnet While the sun and thou arise to bless the day. |