De DOES GAUL INVASION THREAT? ⚫ rough. Sae craftilie she took me ben, Whae'er shall say I wanted grace, When I did kiss and dawte b her, Could I for shame, could I for shame, I dighted aye her e'en sae blue, Does haughty Gaul invasion threat?1 Tune-" Push about the Jorum." DOES haughty Gaul invasion threat? 1 Written for the Dumfries Volunteers. Burns, if sincere, changed his d wool-dressing comb. 8 nightfall. mind about the Revolution, like Coleridge and Wordsworth. The Nith shall run to Corsincon, O let us not, like snarling curs, The Kettle o' the Kirk and State, By Heav'ns! the sacrilegious dog The wretch that would a tyrant own, And the wretch, his true-born brother, Who would set the Mob aboon the Throne, May they be damn'd together! Who will not sing 'God save the King,' T ON CHLORIS BEING ILL Address to the Woodlark.1 Tune-"Loch Erroch Side." O STAY, Sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Thy soothing, fond complaining. Say, was thy little mate unkind, Song.-On Chloris Being Ill.2 Tune-" Aye wauken O." Chorus-LONG, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow Can I cease to care? Can I cease to languish, While my darling Fair Is on the couch of anguish? 1 If the piece had an occasion nothing 2 It appears that Mrs Burns was not jealous of Chloris, a letter of Burns's avers that she asked Chloris to dinner. Ev'ry hope is fled, Ev'ry fear is terror; Ev'ry dream is horror. Hear me, Powers Divine! How Cruel are the Parents.1 Altered from an old English song. Tune-John Anderson, my jo." How cruel are the parents The ravening hawk pursuing, To shun impelling ruin, Awhile her pinions tries; Till, of escape despairing, No shelter or retreat, She trusts the ruthless Falconer, And drops beneath his feet. 1 This and the following piece were written for music in May, 1795. MARK yonder pomp of costly fashion Mark yonder, &c. (four lines repeated). What are the showy treasures, The gay, gaudy glare of vanity and art: May draw the wond'ring gaze; And courtly grandeur bright The fancy may delight, But never, never can come near the heart. But did you see my dearest Chloris, Lovely as yonder sweet opening flower is, But did you see, &c. O then, the heart alarming, And all resistless charming, In Love's delightful fetters she chains the willing soul! Ambition would disown The world's imperial crown, Ev'n Avarice would deny, His worshipp'd deity, And feel thro' every vein Love's raptures roll. |