« VorigeDoorgaan »
ON THE DEATH OF BURNS.
THERE'S waefu' news in yon town
As e'er the warld heard ava ;
For Robbie's gane and left them a'. How blythe it was to see his face
Come keeking by the hallan wa'; He ne'er was sweir to
the grace, But now he's gane and left them a'. He was the lad wha made them glad,
Whanever he the reed did blaw : The lasses there may drap a tear,
Their funny friend is now awa'. Nae daffin now in yon town;
The browster-wife gets leave to draw An' drink hersel', in yon town,
Sin' Robbie gaed and left them a'. The lawin's canny counted now,
The beil that tinkled ne'er will draw; The king will never get his due,
Sin' Robbie gaed and left them a'. The squads o'chiels that lo'ed a splore
On winter evenings never ca’; Their blythesome moments a' are o'er,
Sin' Robbie's gane and left them a'.
I see the tears o' sorrow fa',
Nae canty sang they hear ava.
The murky clouds thegither draw; 'Twas but a blink afore a shower,
Ere Robbie gaed and left them a'.
The landwart hizzy winna speak;
Ye'll see her sitting like a craw Amang the reek, while rattons squeak
Her dawtit bard is now awa'.
INDEX OF THE FIRST LINES.
A cogie o' yill
shall walk in silk attire
yon hills where Lugar flows
Caledonia ! thou land of the mountain and rock ........
He is gone on the mountain
fathers ! though no mangrove here