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O mount and go, And be the Captain's Lady. I. When the drums do beat, And the cannons rattle, Thou shall sit in state, And see thy love in battle. II. When the vanquish'd foe Sues for peace and quiet, To the shades we'll go, And in love enjoy it. O mount and go, Mount and make you ready; O mount and go, And be the Captain's Lady. * * * * * LXXV. OF A' THE AIRTS THE WIND CAN BLAW Tune--"_Miss Admiral Gordon's Strathspey._" [Bums wrote this charming song in honour of Joan Armour: he archly says in his notes, "P.S. it was during the honeymoon." Other versions are abroad; this one is from the manuscripts of the poet.] I. Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best: There wild-woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. II. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair: I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air: There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings, But minds me o' my Jean. III. O blaw, ye westlin winds, blaw saft Among the leafy trees, Wi' balmy gale, frae hill and dale Bring hame the laden bees; And bring the lassie back to me That's aye sae neat and clean; Ae smile o' her wad banish care, Sae charming is my Jean. IV. What sighs and vows amang the knowes Hae passed atween us twa! How fond to meet, how wae to part, That night she gaed awa! The powers aboon can only ken, To whom the heart is seen, That nane can be sae dear to me As my sweet lovely Jean! * * * * * LXXVI. FIRST WHEN MAGGY WAS MY CARE. Tune--"_Whistle o'er the lave o't."_ [The air of this song was composed by John Bruce, of Dumfries, musician: the words, though originating in an olden strain, are wholly by Burns, and right bitter ones they are. The words and air are in the Museum.] I. First when Maggy was my care, Heaven, I thought, was in her air; Now we're married--spier nae mair-- Whistle o'er the lave o'
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