a-jee-ajar; syne-then; lightly-make light of; gowd-gold; hoddin grey-undyed wool; birkie-fellow; the gree-the triumph, or prize of victory. NAIRN. Burns' countrywoman, Lady Nairn, may appropriately complete our volume, with a song worthy of Burns himself, and for a long while attributed to him as his death-singing. It was supposed to be addressed to his wife Jean, and so printed; but it has been claimed by and for Lady Nairn, who wrote during the latter part of the century a number of songs: Caller Herrings, the Laird o' Cockpen, and many more, keeping her name secret. The Land o' the Leal was written in 1798. Four lines, not helping the song, were added by her many years later; and of four other lines (says the Rev. Charles Rogers, who edited her poems in 1869) it is doubtful whether they be not "an interpolation by another hand." The words are here given as Lady Nairn first wrote them. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. PAGE Ae fond kiss, and then we sever! Alas! have I not pain enough, my friend!.. 295 59 Beauty, sweet Love! is like the morning dew 80 60 Blessings as rich and fragrant crown your heads. 246 105 Buzz! quoth the Blue-Fly...... 129 Call for the robin red-breast and the wren... Calm was the day, and through the trembling air.. Choose me your Valentine! 131 28 79 114 255 178 PAGE Come away, come away, Death! Come, Sleep! and with thy sweet deceiving Come, spur away!....... Come then, tell me, sage divine! 107 235 21 93 139 183 278 Cromwell! our chief of men, who through a cloud.. 214 Cupid and my Campaspè play'd...... 47 217 Fair Summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore!. False World! thou liest: thou canst not lend.. Fear no more the heat o' the sun Fine young Folly! though you were First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst come First shall the heavens want starry light.. Flee from the press and dwell with soothfastness!. Fly hence, Shadows! that do keep Fresh Spring! the herald of Love's mighty king. 71 175 186 175 88 171 108 188 228 69 3 142 33 97 253 103 Give place, ye Lovers! here before... Give place, you Ladies! and begone Glories, pleasures, pomps, delights, and ease Go, lovely rose Good Muse! rock me asleep Go, Soul! the body's guest. Hail, beauteous stranger of the wood!.... Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings. Hark, how chimes the Passing-Bell.. Hark! now every thing is still.. Hence, loathed Melancholy Hence, vain deluding Joys!. PAGE II 14 177 141 191 23 25 283 258 108 181 131 199 203 256 174 Here lies the ruin'd Cabinet Her lamp the glow-worm lend thee!.... He's not the happy man to whom is given.. How bless'd is he, though ever cross'd. How long with vain complaining How oft when thou, my Music! music play'st How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth 262 167 82 167 62 113 199 287 If women could be fair and yet not fond.. 20 If ye would love and loved be 6 I have done one braver thing. 122 I must not grieve my Love, whose eyes would read In time long past, when in Diana's chace I once may see when years shall wreak my wrong. I prithee let my heart alone! I saw fair Chloris walk alone I saw my Lady weep.............. Is there for honest poverty ... I tell thee, Dick! where I have been.. I weigh not Fortune's frown nor smile. Lady! you are with beauties so enriched Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son!.. PAGE 63 79 247 168 145 300 193 279 86 132 234 216 137 Let me not to the marriage of true minds 114 55 Let us use it while we may 198 ....... Like the violet, which alone... My Dearest! to let you or the world know. 173 My love is of a birth as rare 245 My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming. 112 9 |