PRAYER FOR MARY.‡ TUNE- BLUE BONNETS.' POWERS celestial, whose protection Let my Mary's kindred spirit Draw your choicest influence down. Make the gales you waft around her These verses, which are printed in Cromek's Reliques, were probably written on Highland Mary, on the eve of the Poet's intended departure to the West Indies. YOUNG PEGGY.+ TUNE LAST TIME I CAM O'ER THE MUIR.' YOUNG Peggy blooms our bonniest lass, Her lips more than the cherries bright, Were Fortune lovely Peggy's foe, This song is printed in Cromek's Reliques. Young Peggy was " Montgomery's Peggy" elsewhere mentioned. Detraction's eye no aim can gain Ye Pow'rs of Honour, Love, and Truth, Still fan the sweet connubial flame THERE'LL NEVER BE PEACE TILL JAMIE COMES HAME.+ A SONG. BY yon castle wa', at the close of the day, The church is in ruins, the state is in jars, On the 12th March, 1791, Burns wrote to Thomson, "Lest I sink into stupid prose, and so sacrilegiously intrude on the office of my parish priest, I shall fill up the page in my own way, and give you another song of my late composition, which will appear, perhaps, in Johnson's work, as well as the former. You must know a beautiful Jacobite air, There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.' We dare na weel say't, but we ken wha's to blameThere'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame. My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword, And now I greet round their green beds in the yerd; It brak the sweet heart o' my faithfu' auld dame-There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame. Now life is a burden that bows me down, THERE WAS A LA D.t TUNE DAINTY DAVIE.' THERE was a lad was born at Kyle,‡ Robin was a rovin' Boy, Rantin' rovin', rantin' rovin'; Robin was a rovin' Boy, Rantin' rovin' Robin. When political combustion ceases to be the object of princes and patriots, it then, you know, becomes the lawful prey of historians and poets." + This song, of which he was himself the hero, was one of the Poet's early productions, it occurs among his private notes in May, 1784, or 1785. Kyle-a district of Ayrshire. Our monarch's hindmost year but ane The gossip keekit in his loof, Quo' scho wha lives will see the proof, I think we'll ca' him Robin. He'll hae misfortunes great and sma', But We'll a' be proud o' Robin. But sure as three times three mak nine, This chap will dearly like our kin', Guid faith, quo' scho, I doubt you, Sir, Ye .... But twenty fauts ye may hae waur, So blessings on thee, Robin! Robin was a rovin' Boy, Rantin' rovin', rantin' rovin'; Robin was a rovin' Boy, Rantin' rovin' Boy. Burns' biographers place his birth on the 29th instead of the 25th of January, 1759. George the Second died in October, 1760. |