"Take, oh! take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; Seals of love, but sealed in vain." While those who read the Bible will not fail to recollect the passage from which both bards drew their ideas :"Take away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me." Burns, in communicating this song to Thomson, recommended several lyrics written by Gavin Turnbull. Possibly, as he is an old friend of mine," he says, "I may be prejudiced in his favour; but I like some of his pieces very much : : THE NIGHTINGALE. 'BY G. TURNBULL. Thou sweetest minstrel of the grove, And soothe a poor forsaken swain. For, tho' the muses deign to aid, And teach him smoothly to complain; All day, with fashion's gaudy sons, When evening shades obscure the sky, And soothe a poor forsaken swain.' "I shall just transcribe another of Turnbull's, which would go charmingly to 'Lewie Gordon :' LAURA. By G. TURNBULL. 'Let me wander where I will, 'If at rosy dawn I choose 'When at night the drowsy god "The rest of your letter I shall answer at some other opportunity." These songs have been preserved because Burns seems to have liked them: it is not quite safe to reject as indifferent the strains which he sanctioned.—ED.] No. XLVIII. G. THOMSON TO BURNS. MY GOOD SIR: 7th November, 1793. AFTER So long a silence it gave me peculiar pleasure to recognize your well-known hand, for I had begun to be apprehensive that all was not well with you. I am happy to find, however, that your silence did not proceed from that cause, and that you have got among the ballads once more. I have to thank you for your English song to "Leiger m' choss," which I think extremely good, although the colouring is warm. Your friend Mr. Turnbull's songs have doubtless considerable merit; and as you have the command of his manuscripts, I hope you may find out some that will answer as English songs, to the airs yet unprovided. [During almost the whole period that Burns lived in Dumfries, he was suffering from the twofold misery of misrepresentation and poverty. His farming speculations had drained his pockets of money, and the base and the malevolent were labouring to deprive him of bread. Well might he say as he did, that he had small heart to sing. Can the lark warble under the wing of the raven ?-ED.] No. XLIX. BURNS TO G. THOMSON. December, 1793. TELL me how you like the following verses to the tune of "Jo Janet :" I. Husband, husband, cease your strife, Nor longer idly rave, sir; Tho' I am your wedded wife, Yet I am not your slave, sir. "One of two must still obey, Is it man, or woman, say, II. If 'tis still the lordly word, I'll desert my sov'reign lord, And so, good b'ye, allegiance! "Sad will I be, so bereft, Nancy, Nancy; Yet I'll try to make a shift, III. My poor heart then break it must, Think, think, how you will bear it. Strength to bear it will be given, IV. Well, sir, from the silent dead, Then all hell will fly for fear, [In composing this song the Poet had in his eye the lyrics of the olden time: the more immediate object "My Jo Janet," in the collection of his imitation was 66 of Allan Ramsay, beginning "Sweet Sir, for your courtesie, When ye come to the Bass, then For the love ye bear to me, Buy me a keeking-glass, then." "Keek into the draw well, Janet, Janet, And there ye'll see your bonnie sel,' My Jo Janet." Burns regretted that he had not sooner turned his thoughts upon lyrics of a conversational character.-ED.] |