TO MARY. TUNE-Ewe-bughts, Marion. WILL ye go to the Indies, my Mary, O, sweet grows the lime and the orange, I hae sworn by the Heavens to my Mary, O, plight me your faith, my Mary, We hae plighted our troth, my Mary, And curst be the cause that shall part us! MARY MORISON. TUNE-Bide ye yet. O MARY, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: This song Mr. Thomson has not adopted in his collection. It deserves, however, to be preserved. MARY MORISON. How blithely wad I bid the stoure, Yestreen, when to the trembling string I sat, but neither heard or saw: Ye arena Mary Morison.' O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, A thought ungentle canna be WILD WAR'S DEADLY BLAST. TUNE-The Mill Mill O. WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn, I left the lines and tented field, VOL. II. S 201 A leal, light heart was in my breast, At length I reach'd the bonnie glen, I pass'd the mill, and trysting thorn, Wi' alter'd voice, quoth I, sweet lass, That's dearest to thy bosom! My purse is light, I've far to gang, And fain wad be thy lodger; I've serv'd my king and country langTake pity on a sodger. Sae wistfully she gaz'd on me, And lovelier was than ever: That gallant badge, the dear cockade, Ye're welcome for the sake o't. WILD WAR'S DEADLY BLAST. She sank within my arms, and cried, The wars are o'er, and I'm come hame, For gold the merchant ploughs the main, MY FATHER WAS A FARMER'. 203 My Father was a Farmer upon the Carrick border, O, And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O, This song is a wild rhapsody, miserably deficient in versification, but as the sentiments are the genuine feelings of my heart, for that reason I have a particular pleasure in conning it over. Burns' Reliques, p. 329. He bade me act a manly part, though I had ne'er a farthing, O, [worth regarding, O. For without an honest manly heart, no man was Then out into the world my course I did determine, O, [was charming, O; Tho' to be rich was not my wish, yet to be great My talents they were not the worst; nor yet my education: 0, [tion, O. Resolv'd was I at least to try to mend my situaIn many a way, and vain essay, I courted fortune's favour; O, [each endeavour, O; Some cause unseen still stept between, to frustrate Sometimes by foes I was o'erpower'd; sometimes by friends forsaken; 0, [mistaken, O. And when my hope was at the top, I still was worst Then sore harass'd, and tir'd at last, with fortune's vain delusion; O, [this conclusion; 0, I dropt my schemes, like idle dreams, and came to The past was bad, and the future hid; its good or ill untried; 0, [would enjoy it, O. But the present hour was in my pow'r, and SO I No help, nor hope, nor view had I; nor person to befriend me; 0, [to sustain me, 0, So I must toil, and sweat and broil, and labour To plough and Sow, to reap and mow, my father bred me early; 0, [fortune fairly, O. For one, he said, to labour bred, was a match for Thus all obscure, unknown, and poor, thro' life I'm doom'd to wander, O, [slumber; 0, Till down my weary bones I lay in everlasting No view nor care, but shun whate'er might breed me pain or sorrow: 0, [to-morrow, O. I live to-day as well's I may, regardless of |