The Complete Works of Robert Burns Part 97

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Powers celestial! whose protection Ever guards the virtuous fair, While in distant climes I wander, Let my Mary be your care: Let her form sae fair and faultless, Fair and faultless as your own, Let my Mary's kindred spirit Draw your choicest influence down.

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Make the gales you waft around her Soft and peaceful as her breast; Breathing in the breeze that fans her, Soothe her bosom into rest: Guardian angels! O protect her, When in distant lands I roam; To realms unknown while fate exiles me, Make her bosom still my home.

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THE La.s.s OF BALLOCHMYLE.

Tune--"_Miss Forbes's Farewell to Banff._"

[Miss Alexander, of Ballochmyle, as the poet tells her in a letter, dated November, 1786, inspired this popular song. He chanced to meet her in one of his favourite walks on the banks of the Ayr, and the fine scene and the lovely lady set the muse to work. Miss Alexander, perhaps unaccustomed to this forward wooing of the muse, allowed the offering to remain unnoticed for a time: it is now in a costly frame, and hung in her chamber--as it deserves to be.]

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'Twas even--the dewy fields were green, On every blade the pearls hang, The zephyr wanton'd round the bean, And bore its fragrant sweets alang: In ev'ry glen the mavis sang, All nature listening seem'd the while, Except where greenwood echoes rang Amang the braes o' Ballochmyle!

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With careless step I onward stray'd, My heart rejoic'd in nature's joy, When musing in a lonely glade, A maiden fair I chanc'd to spy; Her look was like the morning's eye, Her air like nature's vernal smile, Perfection whisper'd pa.s.sing by, Behold the la.s.s o' Ballochmyle!

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Fair is the morn in flow'ry May, And sweet is night in autumn mild When roving thro' the garden gay, Or wand'ring in the lonely wild; But woman, nature's darling child!

There all her charms she does compile; Even there her other works are foil'd By the bonnie la.s.s o' Ballochmyle.

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O, had she been a country maid, And I the happy country swain, Tho' shelter'd in the lowest shed That ever rose on Scotland's plain, Thro' weary winter's wind and rain, With joy, with rapture, I would toil; And nightly to my bosom strain The bonnie la.s.s of Ballochmyle.

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Then pride might climb the slippery steep, Where fame and honours lofty s.h.i.+ne: And thirst of gold might tempt the deep Or downward seek the Indian mine; Give me the cot below the pine, To tend the flocks, or till the soil, And ev'ry day have joys divine With the bonnie la.s.s o' Ballochmyle.

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THE GLOOMY NIGHT.

Tune--"_Roslin Castle._"

["I had taken," says Burns, "the last farewell of my friends, my chest was on the road to Greenock, and I had composed the last song I should ever measure in Caledonia--

'The gloomy night is gathering fast.'"]

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The gloomy night is gath'ring fast, Loud roars the wild inconstant blast; Yon murky cloud is foul with rain, I see it driving o'er the plain; The hunter now has left the moor, The scatter'd coveys meet secure; While here I wander, prest with care, Along the lonely banks of Ayr.

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The Autumn mourns her rip'ning corn, By early Winter's ravage torn; Across her placid, azure sky, She sees the scowling tempest fly: Chill runs my blood to hear it rave-- I think upon the stormy wave, Where many a danger I must dare, Far from the bonnie banks of Ayr.

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'Tis not the surging billow's roar, 'Tis not that fatal deadly sh.o.r.e; Tho' death in ev'ry shape appear, The wretched have no more to fear!

But round my heart the ties are bound, That heart transpierc'd with many a wound; These bleed afresh, those ties I tear, To leave the bonnie banks of Ayr.

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Farewell old Coila's hills and dales, Her heathy moors and winding vales; The scenes where wretched fancy roves, Pursuing past, unhappy loves!

Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes!

My peace with these, my love with those-- The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr!

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O WHAR DID YE GET

Tune--"_Bonnie Dundee._"

[This is one of the first songs which Burns communicated to Johnson's Musical Museum: the starting verse is partly old and partly new: the second is wholly by his hand.]

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O, whar did ye get that hauver meal bannock?

O silly blind body, O dinna ye see?

I gat it frae a young brisk sodger laddie, Between Saint Johnston and bonnie Dundee.

O gin I saw the laddie that gae me't!

Aft has he doudl'd me up on his knee; May Heaven protect my bonnie Scots laddie, And send him safe hame to his babie and me!