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FAREWELL, THOU FAIR DAY.
BURN8. Air-"My lodging is on the cold ground." FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skics, Now
gay with the bright setting sun!
Our race of existence is run.
Go frighten the coward and slave !
No terrors hast thou to the brave.
Thou strik'st the dull peasant, he sinks in the dark,
Nor saves e'en the wreck of a name;
He falls in the blaze of his fame.
Our king and our country to save;
Oh, who would not die with the brave! This song, written by Burns to a Highland air called "Oran an oig," is now usually adapted to the English melody of “My lodging is on the cold ground," an air also claimed by the late Thomas Moore as Irish, and for which he wrote the beautiful song, "Believe me, if all those endearing young charms." The original song of "The mad shepherdess," whose lodging was on the cold ground, was sung in Davenant's comedy of “The Rivals,” produced in London in 1688.
“ As this song," says Mr. Chappell, in his valuable collection of " Ancient English Airs," " has been published by Moore in his “Irish Melodies,' the editor wishes to state it as the opinion of Mr. Bunting, who has devoted his life to the collection of Irish music; of Mr. Wade, who has also made it a particular study; of Mr. Edward Taylor, the Gresham leeturer; of Dr. Crotch, Mr. Ayrton, and many other eminent musical antiquaries, that from internal evidence of the tune itself, it is not Irish, but English ; nor indeed has he hitherto met with any difference of opinion amongst musicians upon the subject. About the time that it was printed in . Moore's Irish Melodies,ʻit was also published (in Dublin) in Clifton's British Melodies."
The late Sir Henry R. Bishop often asserted his positive belief that neither the Scotch nor the Irish had any true claim to this fine melody, which he held to be unmistakably English.
DOES HAUGHTY GAUL INVASION THREAT?
BURN8. April 1795.
Then let the loons beware, sir ;
And volunteers on shore, sir.
The Nith shall run to Corsincon,
And Criffel sink in Solway,
On British ground to rally.
In wrangling be divided,
And wi' a rung decide it.
Among ourselves united;
Must British wrongs be righted.
Perhaps a clout may fail in't;
Shall ever ca' a nail in't.
And who would dare to spoil it?
Shall fuel be to boil it !
And the wretch, his true-born brother,
May they be damn'd together!
Shall hing as high's the steeple;
We'll ne'er forget the people.
This song was written by Burns to the English air of “Push about the jorum." Tho Scotch melody of “The barrin' of our door” was afterwards found for it..
LAND OF MY FATHERS.
DR. JOHN LEYDEN. The music by R. A. SMITH.
Nor golden apples glimmer from the tree;
Proud of his laws, tenacious of his right,
every cot the peasant's chanted psalm !
Then, Jedworth, though thy ancient choirs shall fade,
PIBROCH OF DONUIL DHU.
SIR WALTER SCOTT.
Written for Mr. Thomson's Collection, on the return of the Highland regiment from Waterloo.
MARCH, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale!
Why, my lads, dinna ye march forward in order ?
All the blue bonnets are over the Border.
Many a crest that is famous in story;
Fight for your queen and the old Scottish glory.
Come from the glen of the buck and the roe;
Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow.
Stand to your arms and march in good order;
When the blue bonnets came over the Border.
The above spirited song, by Sir Walter Scott, was founded upon “General Leslie's march to Longmarston Moor,” which appeared in Allan Ramsay's “Tea-Table Misa cellany," where it is marked as ancient, and as one of which Ramsay neither knew 'the age nor the author. The old song is of little or no merit, but is inserted here as