She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wiled, The warld's wrack we share o't, "There is a peculiar rhythmus," says Burns, in a letter to Thomson, "in many of our airs, and a necessity of adapting syllables to the emphasis, or what I would call the feature-notes of the tune, that cramp the poet, and lay him under most insuperable difficulties. For instance, in the air, My wife's a winsome wee thing,' if a few lines smooth and pretty can be adapted to it, it is all you can expect. The following were made extempore to it; and though, on further study, I might give you something more profound, yet it might not suit the light-horse gallop of the air so well as this random clink." MY HEART IS SAIR, I DARENA TELL. BURNS. Air-"The Highland watch's farewell." My heart is sair, I darena tell, My heart is sair for somebody; I could wake a winter night Och-hey for somebody! I could range the world around Ye powers that smile on virtuous love, Frae ilka danger keep him free, I wad do-what wad I not? For the sake o' somebody! Altered and much improved from an older song of the same title. HERE'S A HEALTH TO ANE I LO'E DEAR. BURNS. Air-" Here's a health to them that's awa' hinney." HERE'S a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear-Jessy! Although thou maun never be mine, Although even hope is denied ; 'Tis sweeter for thee despairing LICK OF T UNIVER OF CALIFO Than aught in the world beside-Jessy I mourn through the gay, gaudy day, I guess by the dear angel smile, I guess by the love-rolling ee; But why urge the tender confession 'Gainst fortune's fell cruel decree-Jessy! Here's a health, &c. "I once mentioned to you," says Burns, in a letter to Thomson, "an air which I have long admired, 'Here's a health to them that's awa', hinney,' but I forget if you took any notice of it. I have just been trying to suit it with verses, and I beg leave to recommend the air to your attention once more." A great critic has affirmed that the sentiment in the lines commencing, "Although thou maun never be mine," is unparalleled in modern or ancient poetry for its beauty and depth of feeling. It appears, however, to have been borrowed by Burns from Dryden's song, "Oh, how sweet is young desire;" in which occur the lines: Pains of love are sweeter far Than all other pleasures are. AE FOND KISS, AND THEN WE SEVER. BURNS. AE fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae farewell, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, We had ne'er been broken-hearted. Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest; Deep in heart-wrung tears I pledge thee, OF A' THE AIRTS THE WIND CAN BLAW. BURNS. Air-"Miss Admiral Gordon's strathspey." Or a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best; There wild woods grow, and rivers flow, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight I see her in the dewy flowers, I hear her in the tunefu' birds, There's not a bonnie flower that springs But minds me o' my Jean. This song was written in celebration of the charms of Jean Armour, afterwards the poet's wife. In some editions there are four stanzas, but the two we have quoted are those usually sung, and were the only ones published by the poet himself. The beautiful melody was composed by a "native genius" of the name of Marshall, butler to the Duke of Gordon. |