The complete works of Robert Burns (self-interpreting) . But now thy flowry banks ap-pear Like drumlie winter, dark and drear. While my dear lad maun face his faes. Far, far frae me and Lo - gan braes.* [See page 164, Vol. IV.) * Stenhouse says, About tbe year 1783 a new song, to the tune of LoganWater, written by Mr. John Mayne, a native of Glasgow, became very popularin the south-west of Scotland. It was published along with the old air, not longthereafter, by the music-sellers, and soon became a favorite at Vauxhall andother parts of the kingdom. It was afterwards printed in the Star Newspa
The complete works of Robert Burns (self-interpreting) . But now thy flowry banks ap-pear Like drumlie winter, dark and drear. While my dear lad maun face his faes. Far, far frae me and Lo - gan braes.* [See page 164, Vol. IV.) * Stenhouse says, About tbe year 1783 a new song, to the tune of LoganWater, written by Mr. John Mayne, a native of Glasgow, became very popularin the south-west of Scotland. It was published along with the old air, not longthereafter, by the music-sellers, and soon became a favorite at Vauxhall andother parts of the kingdom. It was afterwards printed in the Star Newspaper. ^fe ^-^If^ c. r|^>^|; ^^4ft^^ BURNS AND GEORGE THOMSON. 193 Do you know the following beautiful little fragmentin Witherspoons collection of Scots song? O gin my love were yon red rose, That grows upon the castle wa:And I mysel a drap o dew, Into her bonnie breast to fa! O, there beyond expression blest, \ Id feast on beauty a the night;Seald on her silk-saft faulds to rest. Till fleyd awa by Phoebus light. This thought is inexpressibly beautiful; and quite,so far as I know, original. It is too short for a song,else I would forswear you altogether unless you gaveit a place. I have often tried to eke a stanza to it,but in vain. After balancing myself for a musing fiveminutes, on the hind-legs of my elbow-chair, I pro-duced the following. of London, sigtied with the initial letter of the authors surname, on 23rd May,1789, as follows :— By Logans streams that rin sae deep Fu aft wi glee Ive herded sheep; Herded sheep or gatherd slaes, Wi my dear lad on Logan braes : But, waes my hea
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