Then let

your schemes alone, in the state, in the

Then let

state;

your schemes alone in the state; Then let your schemes alone,

Adore the rising sun,

And leave a man undone

To his fate.

SONG-AH, CHLORIS.||

TUNE'MAJOR GRAHAM.'

АH, Chloris, since it may na be,
That thou of love wilt hear;
If from the lover thou maun flee,
Yet let the friend be dear.

Altho' I love my Chloris mair
Than ever tongue could tell;
My passion I will ne'er declare,
I'll
say, I wish thee well:

Tho' a' my daily care thou art,

And a' my nightly dream,

I'll hide the struggle in my heart,

And say it is esteem.

This song is printed, it is presumed, for the first time, from a copy in the Poet's own hand. Chloris, it has been already remarked, was Miss Jean Lorimer.

WHAN I SLEEP I DREAM. ||

WHAN I sleep I dream,

Whan I wauk I'm eirie,

Sleep I canna get,

For thinkin' o' my dearie.

Lanely night comes on,

A' the house are sleeping,

I think on the bony lad

That has my heart a keeping.

Ay waukin O, waukin ay and wearie,

Sleep I canna get, for thinkin' o' my dearie.

Lanely night comes on,

A' the house are sleeping,

I think on my bony lad,

An' I bleer my een wi' greetin'!

Ay waukin, &c.

This song, which very closely resembles the one in p. 150, is taken from a copy in Burns' own hand.

KATHARINE JAFFRAY. ||

THERE liv'd a lass in yonder dale,
And down in yonder glen, O
And Katharine Jaffray was her name,
Weel known to many men,

Out came the lord of Lauderdale
Out frae the south countrie, O
All for to court this pretty maid
Her bridegroom for to be. O

He's tell'd her father and mother baith,
As I hear sindry say, O

But he has na tell'd the lass hersel
Till on her wedding day. O

Then cam the Laird o' Lochinton
Out frae the English border,
All for to court this pretty maid,
All mounted in good order.

This song is printed from a copy in the Poet's own hand.

THE COLLIER LADDIE.*

O WHARE live ye my bonie lass,
And tell me how they ca' ye?
My name, she says, is Mistress Jean,
And I follow my Collier laddie.

O see ye not yon hills and dales
The sun shines on sae brawly:
They a' are mine, and they shall be thine,
If ye'll leave your Collier laddie.

And ye shall gang in rich attire,
Weel buskit up fu' gaudy;
And ane to wait at every hand,

If ye'll leave your Collier laddie.

Tho' ye had a' the sun shines on,

And the earth conceals sae lowly;
I would turn my back on you and it a',
And embrace my Collier laddie.

* See Cromek's Select Scottish Songs, vol. ii. p. 9, and vol. i. p. 60.

This song occurs in the Musical Museum, p. 372, without Burns' name, and though the way he alludes to it, 'I do not know a blyther old song than this,' makes it unlikely that he was the author (Cromek's Songs, ii. 9); it is attributed to him by Mr. Allan Cunningham. A copy with trifling variations exists in the Poet's own hand.

I can win my five pennies in a day,
And spend it at night fu' brawlie;
I can mak my bed in the Collier's neuk,
And lie down wi' my Collier laddie.

Loove for loove is the bargain for me,

Tho' the wee cot-house should haud me; And the warld before me to win my bread, And fare fa' my Collier laddie.

WHEN I THINK ON THE HAPPY DAYS. ||

WHEN I think on the happy days
I spent wi' you, my dearie;
And now what lands between us lie,
How can I be but eerie !

How slow ye move, ye heavy hours,

As ye were wae and weary!

It was na sae ye glinted by

When I was wi' my dearie.

This song is printed from a copy in Burns' own hand; but there is no proof that it was written by him, though the internal evidence is certainly strong.