An' merry hae I been cloutin' a kettle, II. Bitter in dool I lickit my winnins, O marrying Bess, to gi'e her a slave: An' come to my arms an' kiss me again! THOU LING'RING STAR. I. THOU ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. Oh Mary, dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful1 rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? II. That sacred hour can I forget; Can I forget the hallowed grove, 1 One MS. has "heavenly." Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love! Eternity can1 not efface Those records dear of transports past, Thy image at our last embrace Ah! little thought we 'twas our last! III. Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, IV. Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT. CHORUS. WE are na fou, we're nae that fou, But just a drappie in our e'e! 2 The reading in Currie is "will." The cock may craw, the day may daw, I. O, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, An' Rob an' Allan cam' to see: Three blyther hearts that lee-lang night, Ye wad na find in Christendie. II. Here are we met, three merry boys, III. It is the moon, I ken her horn, She shines sae bright to wile us hame, IV. Wha first shall rise to gang awa', CHORUS. We are na fou, we're nae that fou, THE TITHER MORN. I. THE tither morn, when I forlorn II. His bonnet he, a thought ajee, III. Fu' aft at e'en wi' dancing keen, I car'd na by, sae sad was I, In absence o' my dearie. But, praise be blest, my mind's at rest, At kirk an' fair, I'se aye be there, Burns, Poems. 8 114 THINE AM I, MY FAITHFUL FAIR.-WILL YE GO TO THE INDIES. THINE AM I, MY FAITHFUL FAIR. I. THINE am I, my faithful Fair II. To thy bosom lay my heart, III. Take away these rosy lips, Rich with balmy treasure! IV. What is life when wanting love? thus: WILL YE GO TO THE INDIES, Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, And leave auld Scotia's shore? 1 Burns wished Thomson to alter the 2nd and 4th lines of stanza I "Well thou mayst discover! Tells the ardent Lover." |