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The mair that I gaze, the deeper I'm wounded,
[From the Tea Table Miscellany, 1724. It is said to be by Ramsas. ]
THE LASS OF PATIE'S MILL.
Born 1686.-Died 1757.
The lass of Patie's mill,
Sae bonnie blithe, and gay,
Bareheaded on the green,
And wanton'd in her een.
Her arms white, round, and smooth ;
Breasts rising in their dawn;
To press them with his han’.
An ecstacy of bliss,
Wrapt in a balmy kiss.
Without the help of art,
Like flow'rs which grace the wild,
Whene'er she spoke or smild:
Free from affected pride,
O! had I a' the wealth
Hopetoun's high mountains fill,
And pleasure at my will;
That none but bonnie she,
Should share the same with me.
[Sir William Cunningham, of Robertland, informed Burns on the authority of the Earl of Loudon, that Ramsay was struck with the appearance of a beautiful country girl, at a place called Patie's Mill, near New.mills; and under the influence of her charms composed the above song. Published for the first time in the Tea Table Miscel. lany, 1724.]
THE BRAES OF BRANKSOME.
As I came in by Teviot-side,
And by the braes of Branksome,
Young, smiling, sweet, and handsome;
Her skin was safter than the down,
And white as alabaster;
In straightness nane surpass'd her ;
Her clear een were surprising,
Her little breasts just rising :
Or shoon with glancing laces,
Well shapen native graces.
Was sum of a’ her claithing ;
She'd given cled wi' naithing :
By which a burnie trotted ; On her I glowr'd my soul away,
While on her sweets I doated. A thousand beauties of desert
Before had scarce alarm'd me, Till this dear artless struck
my heart, And, but designing, charm’d me. Hurried by love, close to my breast
I grasp'd this fund of blisses, Who smild, and said, without a priest,
Sir, hope for nought but kisses. I had nae heart to do her harm,
And yet I cou'dna want her; What she demanded, ilka charm
Of her's pled, I shou'd grant her.
Since heaven had dealt to me a routh,
Straight to the kirk I led her,
And a young lady made her.
[First appeared under the name of “ The Generous Gentleman," in Allan Ramsay's collection, accompanied by instructions to sing it to the tune of “ The Bonnie Lass of Branksome.”]
LASS WITH A LUMP OF LAND.
Gi’e me a lass with a lump of land,
And we for life shall gang thegither,
Or black or fair, it makesna whether.
And blood alane is na worth a shilling ;
For ilka charm about her is killing.
And in my bosom I'll hug my treasure;
Should love turn dowf, it will find pleasure.
I hate with poortith, though bonny, to meddle,
They'se never get me to dance to their fiddle.
There's meikle good love in bands and bags,
And siller and gowd's a sweet complexion ; But beauty, and wit, and virtue in rags,
Have tint the art of gaining affection : Love tips his arrows with and parks,
And castles, and riggs, and muirs and meadows, And uaithing can catch our modern sparks,
But well-tocher'd lasses, or jointur'd widows.
LOCHABER NO MORE.
Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean,
more, to Lochaber no more,
Though hurricanes rise, and rise every wind,