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LOVE'S LIKE A DIZZINESS.
TUNE-Love's like a dizziness.
I LATELY lived in quiet case,
And never wish'd to marry, 0; But when I saw my Peggie's face,
I felt a sad quandary, 0. Though wild as ony Athole deer,
She has trepann'd me fairly, 0;
Love's like a dizziness !
Gang about his business!
To tell my feats this single week,
Wad mak a curious diary, 0;
My horses in a miry, 0;
My love's sae fierce and fiery, O;
And plow the drills entirely, 0. Soon as the dawn had brought the day,
I went to theek the stable, 0;
As fast as I was able, O.
As I'd been reddin' fire, 0;
Behold it was the byre, O!
Her wily glance I'll ne'er forget ;
The dear, the lovely blinkin' o't
And plagues me wi' the prinklin' o't.
I tried to drown't wi' drinkin' o't;
But ne'er can sleep for thinkin' o't.
Were Peggie's love to hire the job,
And save my heart frae breakin', 0,
Or dive in Corryvreckan, O;
In yonder vault sae eerie, 0;
Through Africa sae drearie, O.
Ye little ken what pains I prove,
Or how severe my pliskie, O!
Than e'er I was wi' whisky, O!
I scarce can lift a leggie, O:
And now I dee for Peggie, O.
I GAED A WAEFU' GATE YESTREEN.*
TUNE~My only Jo and Dearie, O.
I fear I'll dearly rue;
Twa lovely een o' bonnie blue. The heroine of this song was a Miss Jeffrey of Lochmaben, who ha since been married, and carried by her husband to New York, where she now resides.
'Twas not her golden ringlets bright,
Her lips like roses wet wi' dew, Her heaving bosom, lily-white
It was her een sae bonnie blue.
She talk'd, she smiled, my heart she wiled,
She charm'd my soul I wist na how;
Cam frae her een sae bonnie blue.
She'll aiblins listen to my vow:
To her twa een sae bonnie blue.
FOR A' THAT, AND A' THAT.
TUNE-For a' that, and a' that. Is there, for honest poverty,
That hangs his head, and a' that? The coward-slave, we pass
We daur be puir for a' that. For a' that, and a' that,
Our toils obscure, and a' that, The rank is but the guinea-stamp
The man's the gowd for a' that.
What though on bamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin-grey, and a' that ? Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine;
A man's a man for a' that;
Their tinsel show, and a' that,
Is king o' men for a' that.
Ye see yon birkie, ca’d a lord,
Wha struts, and stares, and a' that;
He's but a cuif for a' that.
His ribbon, star, and a' that,
He looks and laughs at a' that.
A king can make a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a' that;
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that!
Their dignities, and a' that,
Are higher ranks for a' that.
Then let us pray,
May bear the gree, and a' that.
It's comin' yet for a' that,
Shall brothers be for a' that. *
THE CARELESS LOVER.
I SCORN the state of that lover's condition,
Who pines for her that regards not his pain: I scorn the state of that foolish ambition,
That fondly requites true love with disdain.
This song, which may be said to embody almost all the false philosophy of his time, and of his own mind, but which is nevertheless full of manly and noble feeling, was written by Burns, in 1795, for Mr Thomson's publication.
I love them that love me my humour is such-
What if another her favour inberit,
Which only by right is due unto me;
Shall that make me gladder or sadder to be ?
moved ? Shall I break my heart, being forsaken so ? No; not a whit care I whether I get her or no.
More fickle than fortune, more light than the wind,
More brittle than water her sex doth remain; Her tempests are turn’d into calms now we find,
And oftimes her sunshine doth fall into rain. Thus, look we, or lack we, a loose grip we have; What comes with the wind must go with the wave; I'll bear my sails equal, howe'er the wind blow, And carena by whether I get her or no.*
TAK YOUR AULD CLOAK ABOUT YE.
auld cloak about ye.
In winter, when the rain rain'd cauld,
And frost and snaw on ilka hill,
Was threat'nin' a' our kye to kill :
She said to me richt hastilie,
* From Watson's Collection of Scots Poems, Part III. 1711