O PHILLY. MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing This sweet, wee wife o' mine. I never saw a fairer, I never lo'ed a dearer, And niest my heart I'll wear her She is a winsome wee thing, This sweet, wee wife o' mine. The warl's wrack we share o't, O PHILLY! Tune-"The sow's tail." HE. O PHILLY! happy be that day, SHE. O Willy! aye I bless the grove Where first I owned my maiden love, HE. As songsters of the early year And charming is my Philly. 415 As on the briar the budding rose HE. The milder sun and bluer sky, SHE. The little swallow's wanton wing, HE. The bee that through the sunny hour SHE. The woodbine in the dewy weet, Is nocht sae fragrant or sae sweet HE. Let Fortune's wheel at random rin, SHE. What's a' the joys that gowd can gi'e! And that's my ain dear Willy. DAINTY DAVIE. DAINTY DAVIE.1 Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers, 417 CHORUS. Meet me on the warlock knowe,2 The crystal waters round us fa', When purple morning starts the hare, When day, expiring in the west, I flee to his arms I lo'e best, And that's my ain dear Davie. Meet me in the warlock knowe, "Daintie Davie " is the title of an old Scotch song, from which Burns has taken nothing but the title and the measure.—CURRIE. 2 The wizard's hill. 418 FULL WELL THOU KNOW'ST. 1 FULL WELL THOU KNOW'ST.1 Tune-"Rothiemurche's Rant.” CHORUS. FAIREST maid on Devon banks, And smile as thou were wont to do? FULL well thou know'st I love thee dear, Fairest maid, &c. Then come, thou fairest of the fair, No love but thine my heart shall know. Supposed to be the last song written by Burns. "I tried my hand on Rothiemurche' this morning. The measure is so difficult, that it is impossible to infuse much genius into the lines.”—R.B. INDEX TO POEMS AND SONGS. To Mary, in Heaven Stanzas in the Prospect of Death Address to Edinburgh - O Were I on Parnassus Hill Ae Fond Kiss Winter, a Dirge Third Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry A Bard's Epitaph Wordsworth at the Grave of Burns King Robert Bruce's address to his troops at Bannockburn in facsimilie A Prayer under the pressure of Violent Anguish. Page. 19 32 35 43 45 52 58 61 175 The Death and Dying Words of poor Mailie 177 Poor Mailie's Elegy 179 To a Mouse on turning up her Nest with the Plough • 196 Verses to an Old Sweetheart after her Marriage Verses written under Violent Grief Epistle to a Young Friend, Andrew Hunter Aiken 266 |