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As doun the burn they took their way
An' through the flowery dale,
An' love was aye the tale.
Sic pleasures to renew ?”
An'aye will follow you.”
This song first appeared in Ramsay's "Tea-Table Misce, lany." The last stanza was added by Burns, who was informed by the tradition of his neighbourhood, that the air was the composition of one David Maigh, keeper of the bloodhounds to the Laird of Riddell in Roxburghshire.
ONE DAY I HEARD MARY SAY.
ROBERT CRAWFORD. From the “ Tea-Table Miscellany."
One day I heard Mary say, How shall I leave thee ?
my fond heart would break, if thou should leave me ; I'll live and die for thy sake, yet never leave thee !
Say, lovely Adonis, say, has Mary deceived thee ?
Adonis, my charming youth, what can relieve thee ?
But leave thee, leave thee, lad, how shall I leave thee ?
my poor heart will die, if I should leave thee.
“One day I heard Mary say is a fine song,” says Burns to Thomson ; “but for consistency's sake, alter the name of Adonis. Were there ever such banns published as a purpose of marriage between Adonis and Mary?”
MY DEARIE, IF THOU DEE.
ROBERT CRAWFORD. From the “ Tea-Table Miscellany,” 1724,
Love never more shall give me pain,
My fancy's fixed on thee;
My Peggie, if thou dee.
Thy love's so true to me;
My dearie, if thou dee.
If fate shall tear thee from
In sighs the silent day.
Nor such perfection see:
My Peggie, after thee.
No new-blown beauty fires my heart
With Cupid's raving rage;
Must all the world engage.
Gave joy and life to me;
With Peggy let me dee.
And in such pleasures share;
With pity view the fair ;
Those charms so dear to me;
I'm lost if Peggy dee.
The beautiful air to which this song is sung has been traced back in Ms. to
the year 1692; but is probably much older.
JOHN HAY'S BONNIE LASSIE.
From the "Tea-Table Miscellany."
By smooth-winding Tay a swain was reclining,
Mr. Chambers states that there is a tradition in Roxburghshire that this song was written by a carpenter or joiner in honour of a daughter of John Hay, first Marquis of Tweeddale.
JOHN HAY’S BONNIE MARY.
Protn Peter Buchan's manuscript collection of ancient and traditional
As I gaed down an' farther down,
An' down into a cellar,
Was writing a letter.
And losing her colour,
Cost me a dollar.
me a dollar,
Of John Hay's bonnie Mary!
John Hay's bonnie Mary ;
For John Hay's bonnie Mary!
Her mother was tall;
She's the flower o' them all.
Wi’ John Hay's bonnie lassie.
THY FATAL SHAFTS.
TOBIAS SMOLLETT, the novelist, born 1721, died 1774.
Thy fatal shafts unerring move,
Ye rivers so limpid and clear,
Who reflect, as in cadence you flow, All the beauties that vary the year,
All the flow’rs on your margins that grow; How blest on your banks could I dwell,
Were Marg’ret the pleasure to share, And teach your sweet echoes to tell
With what fondness I doat on the fair!
Ye harvests, that wave in the breeze
As far as the view can extend;
Whose tops so majestic ascend;
Were Marg'ret with me to admire ; Then the harvest would glitter how gay,
How majestic the mountains aspire!