Volume I Part 21 (1/2)

[36] These stanzas are in continuation of Burns's song, ”John Anderson, my jo.” Five other stanzas have been added to the continuation by some unknown hand, which will be found in the ”Book of Scottish Song,” p. 54.

Glasgow, 1853.

FAIR, MODEST FLOWER.

TUNE--_”Ye Banks and Braes o' bonnie Doon.”_

Fair, modest flower, of matchless worth!

Thou sweet, enticing, bonny gem; Blest is the soil that gave thee birth, And bless'd thine honour'd parent stem.

But doubly bless'd shall be the youth To whom thy heaving bosom warms; Possess'd of beauty, love, and truth, He 'll clasp an angel in his arms.

Though storms of life were blowing snell, And on his brow sat brooding care, Thy seraph smile would quick dispel The darkest gloom of black despair.

Sure Heaven hath granted thee to us, And chose thee from the dwellers there; And sent thee from celestial bliss, To shew what all the virtues are.

KATE O' GOWRIE.[37]

TUNE--_”Locherroch Side.”_

When Katie was scarce out nineteen, Oh, but she had twa coal-black een!

A bonnier la.s.s ye wadna seen In a' the Ca.r.s.e o' Gowrie.

Quite tired o' livin' a' his lane, Pate did to her his love explain, And swore he 'd be, were she his ain, The happiest lad in Gowrie.

Quo' she, ”I winna marry thee, For a' the gear that ye can gi'e; Nor will I gang a step ajee, For a' the gowd in Gowrie.

My father will gi'e me twa kye; My mother 's gaun some yarn to dye; I 'll get a gown just like the sky, Gif I 'll no gang to Gowrie.”

”Oh, my dear Katie, say nae sae!

Ye little ken a heart that 's wae; Hae! there 's my hand; hear me, I pray, Sin' thou 'lt no gang to Gowrie: Since first I met thee at the s.h.i.+el, My saul to thee 's been true and leal; The darkest night I fear nae deil, Warlock, or witch in Gowrie.

”I fear nae want o' claes nor nocht, Sic silly things my mind ne'er taught; I dream a' nicht, and start about, And wish for thee in Gowrie.

I lo'e thee better, Kate, my dear, Than a' my rigs and out-gaun gear; Sit down by me till ance I swear, Thou 'rt worth the Ca.r.s.e o' Gowrie.”

Syne on her mou' sweet kisses laid, Till blushes a' her cheeks o'erspread; She sigh'd, and in soft whispers said, ”Oh, Pate, tak me to Gowrie!”

Quo' he, ”Let 's to the auld folk gang; Say what they like, I 'll bide their bang, And bide a' nicht, though beds be thrang; But I 'll hae thee to Gowrie.”

The auld folk syne baith gi'ed consent; The priest was ca'd: a' were content; And Katie never did repent That she gaed hame to Gowrie.

For routh o' bonnie bairns had she; Mair strappin' lads ye wadna see; And her braw la.s.ses bore the gree Frae a' the rest o' Gowrie.