This here was for a wench, and that other in a trench, the drum. II. When welcoming the French at the sound of The first of my loves was a swaggering blade, To rattle the thundering drum was his trade; His leg was so tight, and his cheek was so ruddy, Transported I was with my sodger laddie. Sing, Lal de lal, &c. Her charms had struck a sturdy Caird, Wi' ghastly e'e, poor tweedle dee LEAVE ME? At a meeting of the DUMFRIES-SHIRE VOLUNTEERS, held STAY, MY CHARMER, CAN YOU to commemorate the anniversary of RODNEY's victory, April 12th, 1782, BURNS was called upon for a Song, instead of which he delivered the following LINES :— Tune-" An Gille dubh ciar dhubh." STAY, my charmer, can you leave me? By my love so ill-requited; STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT. Chrystal streamlets gently flowing, But the heavens deny'd success. Ruin's wheel has driven o'er us, Not a hope that dare attend, The wide world is all before usBut a world without a friend!* THE YOUNG HIGHLAND ROVER. Tune-" Morag." LOUD blaw the frosty breezes, The snaws the mountains cover; Like winter on me seizes, Since my young highland rover Far wanders nations over. Where'er he go, where'er he stray, May heaven be his warden: Return him safe to fair Strathspey, And bonnie Castle-Gordon' The trees now naked groaning, And every flower be springing. Strathallan, it is presumed, was one of the followers of the young Chevalier, and is supposed to be lying con. cealed in some cave of the Highlands, after the battle of Culloden. This song was written before the year II. At kirns and weddings we'se be there, III. Sae merrily the banes we'll pyke, An' sun oursels about the dyke, An' at our leisure, when we like, We'll whistle o'er the lave o't. I am, &c. IV. But bless me wi' your heaven o, charms, RECITATIVO. Her charms had struck a sturdy Caird, Wi' ghastly e'e, poor tweedle dee But hurchin Cupid shot a shaft Her lord, a wight o' Homer's craft, He was a care-defying blade He hated nought but-to be sad, But lordly will, I hold it still IV. In raptures sweet, this hour we meet, Let inclination law that. For a' that, &c. V Their tricks and craft have put me daft, "For a' that, an' a' that, An' twice as meikle's a' that; RECITATIVO. So sung the bard-and Nansie's wa's They toom'd their pocks, an' pawn'd their duds, They scarcely left to co'er their fuds, Then owre again, the jovial thrang, To loose his pack an' wale a sang, He rising, rejoicing, Between his twa Deborahs, Looks round him, an' found them Impatient for the chorus. AIR. Tune-" Jolly Mortals fill your Glasses." I. SEE! the smoking bowl before us, Mark our jovial ragged ring! Round and round take up the chorus, And in raptures let us sing. CHORUS. A fig for those by law protected! II. What is title? what is treasure? |