So may they, like their great Forbears, ! An' bairns greet for them when they're dead. 6 O, may thou ne'er forgather up 'And now, my bairns, wi' my last breath, I lea'e my blessin wi' you baith: An' when you think upo' your Mither, 'Now, honest Hughoc, dinna fail, To tell my Master a' my tale; This said, poor Mailie turn'd her head, An' clos'd her een amang the dead! 40 50 60 POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY. AMENT in rhyme, lament in prose, Past a' remead ; The last, sad cape-stane of his woes; It's no the loss o' warl's gear, That could sae bitter draw the tear, Or mak our Bardie, dowie, wear The mourning weed: In Mailie dead. Thro' a' the toun she trotted by him ; A friend mair faithfu' ne'er cam nigh him, I wat she was a sheep o' sense, I'll say't, she never brak a fence, Thro' thievish greed. Our Bardie, lanely, keeps the Spence Sin' Mailie's dead. Or, if he wanders up the howe, 10 20 Comes bleating to him, owre the knowe, For bits o' bread; An' down the briny pearls rowe For Mailie dead. She was nae get o' moorland tips, 1 For her forbears were brought in ships, Wae worth the man wha first did shape Wi' chokin dread; An' Robin's bonnet wave wi' crape, For Mailie dead. O, a' ye Bards on bonie Doon! An' wha on Ayr your chanters tune! VAR. O' Robin's reed! His heart will never get aboon! His Mailie's dead! 30 40 This stanza, as originally written, though printed in the first and all other editions as in the text, was She was nae get o' runted rams, Wi' woo' like goats, and legs like trams; She was the flower o' Fairlie lambs, A famous breed: Now Robin, greetin', chows the hams O' Mailie dead. TO JAMES SMITH.* Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! I owe thee much. Blair. EAR Smith, the sleeest, paukie thief, For ne'er a bosom yet was prief Against your arts. * The person to whom these verses are addressed was then a shopkeeper at Mauchline. In February, 1786, Burns said in a letter to Mr. Richmond from Mossgiel, "I am extremely happy with Smith: he is the only friend I have now in Mauchline." Smith afterwards removed to Avon, near Linlithgow, where he established a calico printing manufactory. On the 28th of April, 1788, Burns thus acquainted him with his marriage: "To let you a little into the secrets of my pericranium, there is, you must know, a certain clean limbed, handsome, bewitching young hussy of your acquaintance, to whom I have lately and privately given a matrimonial title to my corpus." "I intend," he adds, "to present Mrs. Burns with a printed shawl, an article of which I dare say you have variety; 'tis my first present to her since I have irrevocably called her mine; and I have a kind of whimsical wish to get her the said first present from an old and much valued friend of hers and mine, a trusty Trojan, on whose friendship I count myself possessed of a life rent lease." Allan Cunningham says, Smith "accompanied Burns into the house of Posie Nancy, and saw the scene which is the subject of The Jolly Beggars.' Having failed in his speculations, Smith went to the West Indies, and soon afterwards died. He was a person of ready wit, lively manners, and much respected by the Poet." For me, I swear by sun an' moon, Just gaun to see you; And ev'ry ither pair that's done, That auld, capricious carlin, Nature, And in her freaks, on ev'ry feature, you. She's wrote, 'The Man.' Just now I've taen the fit o' rhyme, Wi' hasty summon : Hae ye a leisure moment's time To hear what's comin? Some rhyme, a neebor's name to lash; An' raise a din; For me, an aim I never fash; I rhyme for fun. The star that rules my luckless lot, An' damn'd my fortune to the groat; But, in requit, Has blest me wi' a random shot O' countra wit. 10 20 30 |