ON THE DEATH OF BURNS. RICHARD GALL. THERE'S waefu' news in yon town 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 say 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 bell 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 Frae a' the een in yon town Their e'ening sky begins to lour, The murky clouds thegither draw; "Twas but a blink afore a shower, Ere Robbie gaed and left them a'. The landwart hizzy winna speak; But could I lay my hand upon His whistle, keenly wad I blaw, An' screw about the auld drone, An' lilt a lightsome spring or twa. If it were sweetest aye when wat, Argyll is my name, and you may think it strange 196 Auld gudeman, ye're a drunken carle, drunken carle 248 Bonnie lassie, will ye go, will ye go, will ye go 103 But are ye sure the news is true.... 90 But lately seen in gladsome green 309 By Carnousie's wa's, at the close of the day... 261 By Logan's streams, that rin sae deep By smooth-winding Tay a swain was reclining. 142 57 262 PAGE Ca' the yowes to the knowes Caledonia! thou land of the mountain and rock Cam' ye by Athole braes, lad wi' the philabeg Can I behave, can I behave........................... Carle, an the king come Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west Clavers and his Highlandmen........ Come, all ye jolly shepherds 184 104 ........ 286 153 257 204 264 131 Come, boat me ower, come, row me ower 270 Come, gi'e 's a sang, Montgomery cried...... 289 Come under my plaidie, the night's gaun to fa'. 69 Eliza was a bonnie lass, an', oh, she lo'ed me weel 162 Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye Hame, hame, hame! oh, hame fain wad I be! 187 Happy's the love which meets return......... 33 Hear me, ye nymphs and ev'ry swain... 53 In the garb of old Gaul, with the fire of old Rome 171 I wish I were where Helen lies Jockey fou, Jenny fain......................... John Anderson my jo, John Land of my fathers! though no mangrove here Last May a braw wooer came down the lang glen |