Thou mad'st to me and I to thee, Is faith and truth so violate Is't Cupid's fears, or frosty cares, Is't worldly cares, so desperate, But since that nothing can prevail, From these dejected eyes of mine? And ne'er forget for to reflect If e'er I have a house, my dear, And can afford but country cheer, Though thou were rebel to the king, SECOND PART. My soul is ravish'd with delight All griefs and sorrows take the flight, The fair resemblance of your face So fills this breast of mine, Since thoughts of you do banish grief, When with sad cares I'm moved, With ecstasies divine, Especially when I reflect On old long syne. Since thou hast robb'd me of my heart, With honour it doth not consist Pray let your rigour, then, desist, For old long syne. 'Tis not my freedom I do crave, By deprecating pains; Sure, liberty he would not have But this I wish-the gods would move CROMLET'S LILT. TUNE-Robin Adair. SINCE all thy vows, false maid, And thy hard-heartedness, Oh, cruel fair! Have I not graven our loves In yonder spreading grove, Was not a solemn oath Plighted betwixt us both, Thou thy faith, I my troth, Constant to be? Some gloomy place I'll find, From Watson's Collection of Scots Poems, Part III., 1711. This is, therefore, the oldest known set of verses to the popular air of "Auld Lang Syne." Where neither sun nor wind Into that hollow cave There will I sigh and rave, Wild fruit shall be my meat, Cold earth shall be my seat; For covering, I'll have the starry sky I'll have no funeral fire, The courteous red-breast, he And sing my elegy With doleful voice. And when a ghost I am, I'll visit thee, Oh, thou deceitful dame, Has kill'd the kindest heart That e'er felt Cupid's dart, The story which gave rise to this song is related by Burns. The heroine was one of the thirty-one children of Stirling of Ardoch, in Perthshire, a gentleman who seems to have lived in the reign of James the Sixth. On account of her great beauty, she was usually called Fair Helen of Ardoch. She was beloved by the eldest son of Chisholm of Cromlix, & family of the neighbourhood, which was so respectable as to have given more SHE'S FAIR AND FAUSE. BURNS. TUNE-She's fair and fause. SHE'S fair and fause that causes my smart, A cuif cam in wi' rowth o' gear, gang. Whae'er ye be that woman love, O woman, lovely woman fair! An angel's form's faun to thy share, 'Twad been ower mickle to hae gi'en thee mair, I mean an angel mind. than one bishop to Dumblane. During the foreign travels of this young gentleman, a person whom he had appointed to manage his correspondence with Fair Helen, conceived a strong passion for her, and resolved to supplant his friend. By prepossessing her with stories to the disadvantage of young Cromlix, and suppressing his letters, he succeeded in incensing both against each other. All connexion between them was consequently broken off, and the traitor soon after succeeded in procuring from her a consent to accept of himself for a husband. At the moment, however, when she was put into the bridal bed, conscience prevented the consummation of her lover's villainy. She started from his embraces, exclaiming that she had heard Cromlix's voice, crying, "Helen, Helen, mind me;" and no force or arguments could prevail upon her to resume her place. The injured Cromlix soon after came home, procured her marriage to be disannulled, and married her himself. The song was published in the Tea-Table Miscellany (1724), with the signature letter X, which seems to mark all the songs in that collection supposed by the editor to be of English origin. |