The loves and heroines of the poets . his two daughters, he wrote to that lady,.on the 22d of August, 1792, accom-panied by Mr. H. of G., passing through Dumfries a few days ago, on their way toEngland, did me the honour of calling on me ; on which 1 took my horse—though, Godknows, I could ill spare the time—and accompanied them fourteen or fifteen miles, anddined and spent the day with them. T was about nine, I think, when I left them, and,riding home, I composed the following ballad, of which you will probably think, youhave a dear bargain, as it will cost you another groat of postage. You m
The loves and heroines of the poets . his two daughters, he wrote to that lady,.on the 22d of August, 1792, accom-panied by Mr. H. of G., passing through Dumfries a few days ago, on their way toEngland, did me the honour of calling on me ; on which 1 took my horse—though, Godknows, I could ill spare the time—and accompanied them fourteen or fifteen miles, anddined and spent the day with them. T was about nine, I think, when I left them, and,riding home, I composed the following ballad, of which you will probably think, youhave a dear bargain, as it will cost you another groat of postage. You must know thereis an old ballad beginning with— My honnie Lizzie BaiUio,I 11 rowe thee in my plaidie, etc. So I parodied it as follows, which is literally tlie tirst cupj-, unanointed, unannealed,as Handet says. O saw ye bonnie Lesley, As she gaed oer the Border?Shes gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her. And love but her forever; For nature made her what she never made anither!. ROBERT BURNS. 329 Tlioii art a queen, fair Lesley, Thy subjects we, before thee;Thou art divine, fair Lesley, The hearts o men adore thee. The deil he couldna scaith thee, Or aught that wad belang thee;Hed look into thy bonnie face And say, I canua wrang thee! The powers aboon will tent thee; Misfortune sha na steer thee;Thourt like themselves sae lovely. That ill theyll neer let near thee. Return again, fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie!That we may brag, we hae a lass Theres nane again sae bonnie. HIGHLAND MAKT. 14Tn NovKMBKK, 1792. Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The eastlc o Montgomery,Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie!There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry;For there I took the last fareweel O my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk,How rich the hawthorns blossom. As underneath their fragrant shadeI clasped her to ray liosom! 42 330 LOVES AND HEROINES. T
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