A man may drink and no be drunk; And ay be welcome back again. WEARY FA' YOU, DUNCAN GRAY. Of this the Poet says, "It is that kind of light-horse gallop of an air which precludes sentiment. The ludicrous is its ruling feature." Another version will be found at page 366. TUNE-Duncan Gray. WEARY fa' you, Duncan Gray- Bonnie was the Lammas moon-- The girdin brak, the beast cam down, But, Duncan, gin ye 'll keep your aith- I'se bless you wi' my hindmost breath Ha, ha, the girdin o't! Duncan, gin ye 'll keep your aith, The beast again can bear us baith, And auld Mess John will mend the skaith, And clout the bad girdin o't. LANDLADY, COUNT THE LAWIN. The two first verses are by Burns: the last is taken from an old song. TUNE-Hey tutti, taiti. LANDLADY, count the lawin,' Hey tutti, taiti, Cog an' ye were ay fou, Weel may ye a' be! THE BLUDE RED ROSE AT YULE MAY BLAW. The sentiment is taken from a Jacobite song of the same name. TUNE-To daunton me. THE blude red rose at Yule may blaw," The simmer lilies bloom in snaw, 6 The frost may freeze the deepest sea; To daunton me, and me sae young, For an auld man shall never daunton me. Reckoning.-2 Dawn. 3 Tipsy. 4 Blood. 5 Blow.-.6 Snow. ▾ Fondle. For a' his meal and a' his maut, His gear may buy him kye and yowes, For an auld man shall never daunton me. He hirples twa fauld as he dow, Wi' his teethless gab' and his auld beld pow, COME BOAT ME O'ER TO CHARLIE. Some of these lines are old; the second and most of the third stanza are original 1 TUNE-O'er the water to Charlie. COME boat me o'er, come row me o'er, We'll o'er the water and o'er the sea, I lo'e weel my Charlie's name, I swear and vow by moon and stars, We'll o'er the water, &c. 'Speech. 2 Bald head. RATTLIN', ROARIN' WILLIE.' TUNE-Rattlin', roarin' Willie. O RATTLIN', roarin' Willie, The warl' would think I was mad; For mony a rantin' day My fiddle and I hae had. As I cam by Crochallan, Was sitting at yon board en'; Sitting at yon board en', And amang guid companie; Rattlin', roarin' Willie, Ye're welcome hame to me! THE TAILOR. The second and fourth verses are by Burns; the rest is very old. The air is Deautiful, and is played by the Corporation of Tailors at their annual elections and processions. TUNE-The tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles an' a'. THE tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles an' a', 1 The hero of this song was William Dunbar, Esq., writer to the "Signet," Edinburgh, and colonel of the Crochallan corps, a club of wits, who took that title at the time of raising the Fencible regiments. Burns says, "he was one of the worthiest fellows in the world." The blankets were thin, and the sheets they were sma' The sleepy bit lassie, she dreaded nae ill, There's somebody weary wi' lying her lane; SIMMER'S A PLEASANT TIME. The first verse is by Burns, the others are only revised by him. SIMMER's a pleasant time, Flowers of every color; Ay waukin2 0, Waukin still and wearie: For thinking on my dearie. When I sleep I dream, When I wauk I'm eerie;* Sleep I can get nane For thinking on my dearie. Lanely night comes on, A' the lave are sleeping; I think on my bonnie lad, And I bleer my een with greetin'. 1 Crag.-2 Waking.-3 None.-4 Frightened. |