John Barleycorn was a hero bold, For if you do but taste his blood, 'Twill make a man forget his woe; 'Twill make the widow's heart to sing, Then let us toast John Barleycorn, Ne'er fail in old Scotland! THE RIGS O' BARLEY. Tune-"Corn rigs are bonnie." [Two young women of the west, Anne Ronald and Anne Blair, have each, by the distria traditions, been claimed as the heroine of this early song.] My blessings on that happy place, But by the moon and stars so bright, I hae been blithe wi' comrades dear; Tho' three times doubled fairly, CHORUS. Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, MONTGOMERY'S PEGGY. Tune-" Galla- Water." ["My Montgomery's Peggy," says Burns, "was my deity for six or eight months: she had been bred in a style of life rather elegant: it cost me some heart-aches to get rid of the affair." The young lady listened to the eloquence of the poet, poured out in many ar Interview, and then quietly told him that she stood unalterably engaged to another.] ALTHO' my bed were in yon muir, Among the heather, in my plaidie, Had I my dear Montgomery's Peggy. When o'er the hill beat surly storms, I'd seek some dell, and in my arms I'd shelter dear Montgomery's Peggy. Were I a baron proud and high, And horse and servants waiting ready, The sharin't with Montgomery's Peggy. THE MAUCHLINE LADY. Tune-"I had a horse, I had nae mair." [The Mauchline lady who won the poet's heart was Jean Armour: she loved to relate how the bard made her acquaintance: his dog ran across some linen webs which she was bleaching among Mauchline gowans, and he apologized so handsomely that she took another look at him. To this interview the world owes some of our most impassioned strains.] WHEN first I came to Stewart Kyle, My mind it was nae steady; A mistress still I had ay: But when I came roun' by Mauchline town, Not dreadin' any body, My heart was caught before I thought, And by a Mauchline lady. THE HIGHLAND LASSIE. Tune-" The deuks dang o'er my daddy!” ["The Highland Lassie" was Mary Campbell, whose too early death the poet sung in strains that will endure while the language lasts. "She was," says Burns, "a warm hearted, charming young creature as ever blessed a man with generous love."] NAE gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair, Shall ever be my muse's care: Within the glen sae bushy, (, Oh, were yon hills and valleys mine, But fickle fortune frowns on me, Altho' thro' foreign climes I range, For her I'll dare the billows' roar, She has my heart, she has my hand, Farewell the glen sae bushy, O! PEGGY. [The heroine of this song is said to have been "Montgomery's Peggy."] Tune-"I had a horse, I had nae mair." Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain, Delights the weary farmer; And the moon shines bright, when I rove at night, The partridge loves the fruitful fells; Thus ev'ry kind their pleasure find, Some solitary wander: Tyrannic man's dominion; The sportsman's joy, the murd'ring cry, But Peggy, dear, the ev'ning's clear, We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk, So dear can be as thou to me, My fair, my lovely charmer! |