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Thu' poor in gear, we're rich in love,
And mair we’se ne'er be parted.
A mailen plenish'd fairly ;
Thou'rt welcome to it dearly.
For gold the merchant ploughs the main,
The farmer ploughs the manor ;
The sodger's wealth is honour.
Nor count him as a stranger,
In day and hour of danger.
MEG O' THE MILL.
Air" O BOXNIE LASS WILL YOU LIE IN A BARRACK."
O ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten,
The Miller was strappin, the Miller was ruddy;
The Miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving : The Laird did address her wi' matter more moving, No. XVII.
MR THOMSON to Mr BURNS.
Edinburgh, 2d April, 1793. I wilt not recognize the title you give yourself "the prince of indolent correspondents ;" but it' the adjective were taken away, I think the title would then this you exactly. It gives me pleasure to and rent own furnish antecletes with respect to most erede semng's: these will b' a literary curiosity.
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• WANDERING WILLIE,
As altered by Mr Erskine and Mr Thomsoria
Here away there awa, haud awa hame;
Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same.
Winter-winds blew loud and cauld at our parting,
Fears for my Willie brought tears in my e'e ;
As simmer to nature, so Willie to me.
Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave o' your slumbers,
How your dread howling a lover alarms !
And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms!
But, oh! if he's faithless, and minds na his Nannie,
Flow still between us thou dark-heaving main !
While, dying, I think that my Willie's my ain!
Our poel, with his usual judgment, adopted some of these alterations, and rejected others. The last edition is as follows:
Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
Winter-winds blew lond and cauld at our parting,
: The gentleman I have mentioned, whose fine taste you are no stranger to, is so well pleased both with the musical and poetical part of our work, that he has volunteered his assistance, and has already written four songs for it, which, by his own desire, I send for your perusal.
MR BURNS to Mr THOMSON.
WHEN WILD WAR'S DEADLY BLAST WAS BLAWN.
Airm" THE MILL MILL 0.”
When wild war's deadly blast was blawn,
And gentle peace returning,
Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of your slumbers,
But, oh if he's faithless, and minds na his Nannie,
Several of the alterations seem to be of little importance in themselves, and were adopted, it may be presumed, for the sake of suiting the words better to the music. The Homeric epithet for the sea, dark-heaving, suggested by Mr Erskine, is in itself more beautiful, as well perhaps as more sublime, than wide-roaring, which he has retained; but as it is only applicable to a placid state of the sea, or at most to the swell left
Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless,
And mony a widow mourning *
Where lang I'd been a lodger,
A poor and honest sodger..
A leal, light heart was in my breast,
My hand unstain'd wi' plunder:
I cheery on did wander.
I thought upon my Nancy;
That caught my youthful fancy.
At length I reach'd the bonny glen,
Where early life I sported;
Where Nancy aft I courted :
Down by her mother's dwelling!
on its surface after the storm is over, it gives a picture of that
And eyes again with pleasure beam'd,
See No. XXIV.