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UP IN THE MORNING EARLY

When day did daw, and cocks did craw,
The morning it was foggie;
An unco tyke, lap o'er the dyke,
And maist has kill'd my Hoggie !

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Raving Winds around Her blowing.1

Tune-"M'Grigor of Roro's Lament."

I composed these verses on Miss Isabella M'Leod of Raza, alluding to her feelings on the death of her sister, and the still more melancholy death of her sister's husband, the late Earl of Loudoun, who shot himself out of sheer heart-break at some mortifications he suffered, owing to the deranged state of his finances.-R. B., 1791.

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RAVING winds around her blowing,
Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing,
By a river hoarsely roaring,

Isabella stray'd deploring

'Farewell, hours that late did measure
Sunshine days of joy and pleasure;
Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow,
Cheerless night that knows no morrow!

"O'er the past too fondly wandering,
On the hopeless future pondering;
Chilly grief my life-blood freezes,
Fell despair my fancy seizes.

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Up in the Morning Early.2
CAULD blaws the wind frae east to west,
The drift is driving sairly;

Sae loud and shill's I hear the blast—
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

⚫ dog.

1 See "On the death of John M'Leod, p. 802.

Esq.," 1

2 The chorus is old; the rest is Burns's own.

Chorus.-Up in the morning's no for me,
Up in the morning early;

When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

The birds sit chittering in the thorn,
A' day they fare but sparely;
And lang's the night frae e'en to morn-
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

Up in the morning's, &c.

How Long and Dreary is the Night.1

How long and dreary is the night,
When I am frae my dearie !
I sleepless lie frae e'en to morn,
Tho' I were ne'er so weary:
I sleepless lie frae e'en to morn,
Tho' I were ne'er sae weary!

When I think on the happy days
I spent wi' you my dearie:
And now what lands between us lie,
How can I be but eerie !

And now what lands between us lie,

How can I be but eerie !

How slow ye move, ye heavy hours,
As ye were wae and weary !
It was na sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi' my dearie!
It was na sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi' my dearie!

1 To a Gaelic air.

DUNCAN DAVISON

Hey, the Dusty Miller.1

HEY, the dusty Miller,
And his dusty coat,
He will win a shilling,

Or he spend a groat:
Dusty was the coat,
Dusty was the colour,
Dusty was the kiss

That I gat frae the Miller.

Hey, the dusty Miller,
And his dusty sack;
Leeze me on the calling
Fills the dusty peck:
Fills the dusty peck,
Brings the dusty siller;
I wad gie my coatie
For the dusty Miller.

Duncan Davison.2

THERE was a lass, they ca'd her Meg,
And she held o'er the moors to spin;
There was a lad that follow'd her,
They ca'd him Duncan Davison.

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The moor was dreigh, and Meg was skeigh,
Her favour Duncan could na win;

For wi' the rock" she wad him knock,
And aye she shook the temper-pin.

As o'er the moor they lightly foor,d

A burn was clear, a glen was green,
Upon the banks they eas'd their shanks,
And aye she set the wheel between :

a wearisome.

1 Partly traditional.

b shy, distant.

c distaff.

2 For a dance-tune.

4 went.

But Duncan swoor a haly aith,

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That Meg should be a bride the morn;
Then Meg took up her spinning-graith,
And flang them a' out o'er the burn.

We will big a wee, wee house,

And we will live like king and queen;
Sae blythe and merry's we will be,

When ye set by the wheel at e'en.
A man may drink, and no be drunk;
A man may fight, and no be slain;
A man may kiss a bonie lass,

And aye be welcome back again!

The Lad they ca' Jumpin John.1

HER daddie forbad, her minnie forbad,
Forbidden she wadna be:

She wadna trow't, the browst° she brew'd,
Wad taste sae bitterlie.

Chorus.-The lang lad they ca' Jumpin John
Beguil❜d the bonie lassie,

The lang lad they ca' Jumpin John
Beguil❜d the bonie lassie.

A cow and a cauf, a yowed and a hauf,
And thretty gude shillins and three;
A vera gude tocher, a cotter-man's dochter,
The lass wi' the bonie black e'e.

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TO DAUNTON ME

Hope and Fear's alternate billow
Yielding late to Nature's law,
Whispering spirits round my pillow,
Talk of him that's far awa.

Ye whom sorrow never wounded,
Ye who never shed a tear,
Care-untroubled, joy-surrounded,
Gaudy day to you is dear.

Gentle night, do thou befriend me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!

To Daunton Me.1

The blude-red rose at Yule may blaw,
The simmer lilies bloom in snaw,
The frost may freeze the deepest sea;
But an auld man shall never daunton me.

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Refrain.-To daunton me, to daunton me,

An auld man shall never daunton me.

To daunton me, and me sae young,
Wi' his fause heart and flatt'ring tongue,
That is the thing you shall never see,
For an auld man shall never daunton me.
To daunton me, &c.

For a' his meal and a' his maut,
For a' his fresh beef and his saut,

For a' his gold and white monie,

An auld man shall never daunton me.

To daunton me, &c.

⚫ subdue.

1 For a good old Jacobite version, see Mackay's Jacobite Songs and Ballads, p. 162.

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