Volume Iv Part 28 (2/2)
Frae yon lane glen, An' though summer sweet doth fa'
On yon lane glen-- To me its beauty's gane, For, alake! I sit alane Beside the bonnie rowan bush In yon lane glen.
BONNIE BESSIE LEE.
Bonnie Bessie Lee had a face fu' o' smiles, And mirth round her ripe lip was aye dancing slee; And light was the footfa', and winsome the wiles, O' the flower o' the parochin, our ain Bessie Lee!
Wi' the bairns she would rin, and the school laddies paik, And o'er the broomy braes like a fairy would flee, Till auld hearts grew young again wi' love for her sake-- There was life in the blithe blink o' bonnie Bessie Lee!
She grat wi' the waefu', and laughed wi' the glad, And light as the wind 'mang the dancers was she; And a tongue that could jeer, too, the little limmer had, Whilk keepit aye her ain side for bonnie Bessie Lee!
She could sing like the lintwhite that sports 'mang the whins, An' sweet was her note as the bloom to the bee-- It has aft thrilled my heart whaur our wee burnie rins, Where a' thing grew fairer wi' bonnie Bessie Lee.[27]
And she whiles had a sweetheart, and sometimes had twa, A limmer o' a la.s.sie; but atween you and me, Her warm wee bit heartie she ne'er threw awa', Though mony a ane had sought it frae bonnie Bessie Lee.
But ten years had gane since I gazed on her last-- For ten years had parted my auld hame and me-- And I said to mysel', as her mither's door I pa.s.sed, Will I ever get anither kiss frae bonnie Bessie Lee?
But Time changes a' thing--the ill-natured loon!
Were it ever sae rightly, he 'll no let it be; And I rubbit at my e'en, and I thought I would swoon, How the carle had come roun' about our ain Bessie Lee!
The wee laughing la.s.sie was a gudewife grown auld, Twa weans at her ap.r.o.n, and ane on her knee, She was douce too, and wise-like--and wisdom's sae cauld; I would rather hae the ither ane than this Bessie Lee.
FOOTNOTES:
[27] The last four lines of this stanza are not the production of Nicoll, but have been contributed for the present work by Mr Alexander Wilson, of Perth. The insertion of the lines prevents the occurrence of a half stanza, which has. .h.i.therto interfered with the singing of this popular song.
ARCHIBALD STIRLING IRVING.
Archibald Stirling Irving was born in Edinburgh on the 18th of December 1816. His father, John Irving, Writer to the Signet, was the intimate early friend of Sir Walter Scott, and is ”the prosperous gentleman”
referred to in the general Introduction to the Waverley Novels. Having a delicate const.i.tution, young Irving was unable to follow any regular profession, but devoted himself, when health permitted, to the concerns of literature. He made himself abundantly familiar with the Latin cla.s.sics, and became intimately conversant with the more distinguished British poets. Possessed of a remarkably retentive memory, he could repeat some of the longest poems in the language. Receiving a handsome annuity from his father, he resided in various of the more interesting localities of Scottish scenery, some of which he celebrated in verse. He published anonymously, in 1841, a small volume of ”Original Songs,” of which the song selected for the present work may be regarded as a favourable specimen. He died at Newmills, near Ardrossan, on the 20th September 1851, in his thirty-fifth year. Some time before his death, he exclusively devoted himself to serious reflection and Scriptural reading. He married in October 1850, and his widow still survives.
THE WILD-ROSE BLOOMS.
TUNE--_”Caledonia.”_
The wild-rose blooms in Drummond woods, The trees are blossom'd fair, The lake is smiling to the sun, And Mary wand'ring there.
The powers that watch'd o'er Mary's birth Did nature's charms despoil; They stole for her the rose's blush, The sweet lake's dimpled smile.
The lily for her breast they took, Nut-brown her locks appear; But when they came to make her eyes, They robb'd the starry sphere.
But cruel sure was their design, Or mad-like their device-- For while they filled her eyes with fire, They made her heart of ice.
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