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Tune--"_Lass o' Livistone._" [Tradition says this song was composed in honour of Jessie Lewars, the Jessie of the poet's death-bed strains. It is inserted in Thomson's collection: variations occur in several manuscripts, but they are neither important nor curious.] I. Oh, wert thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee: Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'. II. Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, The desert were a paradise, If thou wert there, if thou wert there: Or were I monarch o' the globe, Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen, wad be my queen. * * * * * CCXXIII. HERE IS THE GLEN. Tune--"_Banks of Cree._" [Of the origin of this song the poet gives the following account. "I got an air, pretty enough, composed by Lady Elizabeth Heron, of Heron, which she calls 'The Banks of Cree.' Cree is a beautiful romantic stream: and as her ladyship is a particular friend of mine, I have written the following song to it."] I. Here is the glen, and here the bower, All underneath the birchen shade; The village-bell has told the hour-- O what can stay my lovely maid? II. 'Tis not Maria's whispering call; 'Tis but the balmy-breathing gale, Mix'd with some warbler's dying fall, The dewy star of eve to hail. III. It is Maria's voice I hear! So calls the woodlark in the grove, His little, faithful mate to cheer, At once 'tis music--and 'tis love. IV. And art thou come? and art thou true? O welcome, dear to love and me! And let us all our vows renew Along the flow'ry banks of Cree. * * * * * CCXXIV. ON THE SEAS AND FAR AWAY. Tune--"_O'er the hills," &c._ ["The last evening," 29th of August, 1794, "as I was straying out," says Burns, "and thinking of 'O'er the hills and far away,' I spun the following stanzas for it. I was pleased with several lines at first, but I own now that it appears rather a flimsy business. I give you leave to abuse this song, but do it in the spirit of Christia
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