THERE WAS A BONNY LASS. THERE was a bonny lass, and a bonny, bonny lass, And she lo'ed her bonny laddie dear, Till war's loud alarms tore her laddie frae her arms, Wi' monie a sigh and a tear. Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar, He still was a stranger to fear; And nought could him quail, or his bosom assail But the bonny lass he lo'ed sae dear. CROWDLE. “The first verse of this song is old; the second was writter by Burns." STENHOUSE. O THAT I had ne'er been married, wad never had nae care; Now I've gotten wife and bairns, Three times crowdie in a day; Ye'll crowdie a' my meal away. Waefu' want and hunger fley me, porridge affright Glowrin' by the hallan en'; staring-door-way Sair I fecht them at the door, fight But aye I'm eerie they come ben. alarmed—in PIECES DOUBTFULLY ATTRIBUTED TO BURNS. THE HERMIT. WRITTEN ON A MARBLE SIDEBOARD, IN THE HERMITAGE BELONGING TO THE DUKE OF ATHOLE, IN THE WOOD OF ABERFELDY. WHOE'ER thou art, these lines now reading, This desert drear; That fell remorse a conscience bleeding No thought of guilt my bosom sours; That lust and pride, The arch-fiend's dearest, darkest powers, I saw mankind with vice incrusted; That few for aught but folly lusted; And hither came, with men disgusted, In this lone cave, in garments lowly, And brow-bent gloomy melancholy, My life, and in my office holy This rock my shield, when storms are blowing, But few enjoy the calm I know in Content and comfort bless me more in A palace and with thoughts still soaring Each night and morn with voice imploring, "Let me, O Lord! from life retire, Unknown each guilty worldly fire, Remorse's throb, or loose desire; And when I die, Let me in this belief expire- Stranger, if full of youth and riot, But if thou hast good cause to sigh at If thou hast known false love's vexation, Oh! how must thou lament thy station, THE VOWELS: A TALE. 'Twas where the birch and sounding thong are plied, The noisy domicile of pedant pride; |