O TIBBIE, I HAE SEEN THE DAY When coming hame on Sunday last,! Ye snufft and ga'e your head a cast- O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c. I doubt na, lass, but ye may think, O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c. But sorrow tak' him that's sae mean, O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c. Altho' a lad were e'er sae smart, O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c. But if he hae the name o' gear, O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c. But, Tibbie, lass, tak' my advice: Your daddie's gear maks you sae nice; The deil a ane wad speir your price, Were ye as poor as I. O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c. Song-I dream'd I lay.1 I DREAM'D I lay where flowers were springing By a falling crystal stream: Straight the sky grew black and daring; Thro' the woods the whirlwinds rave; Trees with aged arms were warring, Such was my life's deceitful morning, Tho' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me She promis'd fair, and perform'd but ill, Song-In the Character of a ruined Farmer.2 Tune-"Go from my window, Love, do." THE sun he is sunk in the west, With sorrow, grief, and woe: And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! ⚫ shift. b makes. 1 An early example of Burns's need of a model to imitate. Here he followed Mrs Cockburn's variant of The Flowers o' the Forest, based on the old song whereof we now, probably, • muddy, troubled. have only a snatch - "Now ride I A RUINED FARMER The prosperous man is asleep, The surly tempest blow: And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! There lies the dear partner of my breast; And it's O, fickle Fortune, 0, There lie my sweet babies in her arms; No anxious fear their little hearts alarms; But for their sake my heart does ache, With many a bitter throe: And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! I once was by Fortune carest: And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! No comfort, no comfort I have! O whither, O whither shall I turn! And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! Tragic Fragment.1 ALL villain as I am—a damnèd wretch, The Tarbolton Lasses.2 IF ye gae up to yon hill-tap, There Sophy tight, a lassie bright, 1 Assigned by Burns to his eighteenth or nineteenth year. It is well known that, much later in life, he contemplated a drama on an adventure of Robert Bruce. The text, from a MS. in Edinburgb, differs slightly from that in the Com mon-place Book. The last five lines were not given by Cromek, who first printed the piece in 1808. 2 An early attempt at satire, given by Chambers, but of uncertain proven. ance. 3 AH, WOE IS ME Gae down by Faile, and taste the ale, b She's dour and din, a deil within, If she be shy, her sister try, If ye'll dispense wi' want o' sense- As ye gae up by yon hillside, е There's few sae bonie, nane sae guid, Ah, woe is me, my Mother dear. Paraphrase of Jeremiah, 15th Chap., 10th verse. I ne'er could lend on bill or band, |