The entire works of Robert Burns; with an account of his life, and a criticism on his writings . een they speuk sic thing Ha, ha, &c. Dunca n wa- a lad o grace, Ha ha, ccc. Maggi is was 1 piteous cas e, Ha ha, &c. Dunca n could ath, Svvelli ng pity moord his wrath ; Now t ,>eyrec c,u*e and ca ity baith. Ha, ha, the n iih December, foregoing I submit, my dear sir, to yourbetter judgment. Acquit them or condemnthem as seemeth good in your sight. DuncanGray is that kind of light-horse gallop of n»air which precludes sentiment. The ludicrousis its ruling feature. No. X. MR BURNS TO MR
The entire works of Robert Burns; with an account of his life, and a criticism on his writings . een they speuk sic thing Ha, ha, &c. Dunca n wa- a lad o grace, Ha ha, ccc. Maggi is was 1 piteous cas e, Ha ha, &c. Dunca n could ath, Svvelli ng pity moord his wrath ; Now t ,>eyrec c,u*e and ca ity baith. Ha, ha, the n iih December, foregoing I submit, my dear sir, to yourbetter judgment. Acquit them or condemnthem as seemeth good in your sight. DuncanGray is that kind of light-horse gallop of n»air which precludes sentiment. The ludicrousis its ruling feature. No. X. MR BURNS TO MR THOMSON, SONG. Tune—«• I had a horse. O pooriith cnud end restless love,Ye wreck my peace between ve; Yet poortilh a I could forgive,An twere na for my Jeauie. O why should fate sic pleasure hare,Lifes dearest bands untwining ? Or why sae sweet a flower as love,Depend on fortunes shining ? I A well-known rock in the frith of Clyde. t This has nothing in common with the old licentious ballad of Duncan Gray, but the first line and part of the third. The rest is wholly | 1 \ i DURNS. —CORRESPONDENCE. This warlds wealth wherIts pride and a the la Fie, tie, o Billy coward i That he should be the s O , Hereen sae bonnie blue b How sheShe talk repays niy^ ; o rank and why, &c wha canAnd sicwha canAad sae prudence thinlc upon,i lassie by him ? prudence think upon,iu love as I urn ?0 why, &c How blest the humble collar s fate .* Ke woces his simple dearie iThe silly bogles wealth and stale O why should fate sic pleasure haveLifes dearest bands untwining! Or why sae sweet a flower as love,Depend on Fortunes shining ? GALLA WATER. Theres braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes,That wander thro* the blooming heathej But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws,.Can match, the lads o Galla water. But there is ane, a eecret ane,Aboon them a I loe him better ; And Ill be his, and hell be mine,The bonnie lad o Galla Water. Altho his daddie was nae tho I hae na m
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