As on the briar the budding rose
Still richer breathes and fairer blows,
So in my tender bosom grows
The love I bear my Willy.

НЕ.

The milder sun and bluer sky,
That crown my harvest cares wi' joy,
Were ne'er sae welcome to my eye
As is a sight o' Philly.

SHE.

The little swallow's wanton wing,
Though wafting o'er the flowery spring,
Did ne'er to me sic tidings bring,
As meeting o' my Willy.

HE.

The bee that through the sunny hour
Sips nectar in the opening flower,
Compared wi' my delight is poor,
Upon the lips o' Philly.

SHE.

The woodbine in the dewy weet,
When evening shades in silence meet,
Is nocht sae fragrant or sae sweet
As is a kiss o' Willy.

HE.

Let Fortune's wheel at random rin,
And fools may tine, and knaves may win;
My thoughts are a' bound up in ane,
And that's my ain dear Philly.

SHE.

What's a' the joys that gowd can gi'e!.
1 care nae wealth a single flie;
The lad I love's the lad for me.

And that's my ain dear Willy.

DAINTY DAVIE.

DAINTY DAVIE.1

Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers,
To deck her gay green spreading bowers;
And now comes in my happy hours,
To wander wi' my Davie.

CHORUS.

Meet me on the warlock knowe,2
Dainty Davie, dainty Davie ;
There I'll spend the day wi' you,
My ain, dear dainty Davie.

The crystal waters round us fa',
The merry birds are lovers a',
The scented breezes round us blaw,
A wandering wi' my Davie.
Meet me, &c.

When purple morning starts the hare,
To steal upon her early fare,
Then through the dews I will repair,
To meet my faithfu' Davie.
Meet me, &c.

When day, expiring in the west,
The curtain draws o' Nature's rest,

I flee to his arms I lo'e best,

And that's my ain dear Davie.

Meet me in the warlock knowe,
Bonnie Davie, dainty Davie;
There I'll spend the day wi' you,
My ain dear, dainty Davie.

417

"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.

BI

418

FULL WELL THOU KNOW'ST.

1

FULL WELL THOU KNOW'ST.1

Tune-"Rothiemurche's Rant."

CHORUS.

FAIREST maid on Devon banks,
Crystal Devon, winding Devon,
Wilt thou lay that frown aside,

And smile as thou were wont to do?

FULL well thou know'st I love thee dear,
Couldst thou to malice lend an ear?
O, did not Love exclaim, "Forbear,
Nor use a faithful lover so?
Fairest maid, &c.

Then come, thou fairest of the fair,
Those wonted smiles, O, let me share;
And by thy beauteous self I swear,
No love but thine my heart shall know.
Fairest maid, &c.

"I tried my

Supposed to be the last song written by Burns. 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.

Address to Edinburgh -

To Mary, in Heaven

Stanzas in the Prospect of Death

Ae Fond Kiss

O Were I on Parnassus Hill

A Bard's Epitaph

Third Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry

Wordsworth at the Grave of Burns

King Robert Bruce's address to his troops at Bannockburn

Page.

19

32

35

43

45

52

58

in facsimilie

To a Mouse on turning up her Nest with the Plough -

175

176

177

179

181

181

182

183

188

190

196

199

To the Ruins of Lincluden Abbey

Mrs. Fergusson's Lament for the Death of her Son
Remorse

Verses on the Destruction of Drumlanrig Woods
To a Kiss

The Hermit

First Epistle to R. Graham, Esq., of Fintry -
Second Epistle to R. Graham, Esq., of Fintry
Third Epistle to R. Graham, Esq., P 52
Fourth Epistle to R. Graham, Esq., of Fintry
Epistle to Hugh Parker

To a Haggis

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286

277

288

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