CCXXXIX. O WHA IS SHE THAT LOVES ME. Tune-"Morag." ["This song," says Sir Harris Nicolas, "is said, in Thomson's collection, to have been written for that work by Burns: but it is not included in Mr. Cunningham's edition." If sir Harris would be so good as to look at page 245, vol. V., of Cunningham's edition of Burns, he will find the song: and if he will look at page 28, and page 193 of vol. III. of his own edition, he will find that he has not committed the error of which he accuses his fellow-editor, for he has inserted the same song twice. The same may be said of the song to Chloris, which Sir Harris has printed at page 312, vol. II., and at page 189, vol. III., and of " Ae day a braw wooer came down the lang glen," which appears both at page 224 of vol. II., and at page 183 of vol. III.] I. O WHA is she that lo'es me, O sweet is she that lo'es me, O that's the queen of womankind, II. If thou shalt meet a lassie In grace and beauty charming, That e'en thy chosen lassie, Erewhile thy breast sae warming Had ne'er sic powers alarming. CCXL. CALEDONIA. Tune-"Caledonian Hunt's Delight." [There is both knowledge of history and elegance of allegory in this singular lyric: it was first printed by Currie.] I. THERE was once a day-but old Time then was young That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line, From some of your northern deities sprung, (Who knows not that brave Caledonia's divine?) From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain, To hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would: Her heav'nly relations there fixed her reign, And pledg'd her their godheads to warrant it good. I I. A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war, The pride of her kindred the heroine grew; Her grandsire, old Odin, triumphantly swore "Whoe'er shall provoke thee, th' encounter shall rue!" With tillage or pasture at times she would sport, To feed her fair flocks by her green rustling corn; But chiefly the woods were her fav'rite resort, Her darling amusement, the hounds and the horn. III. |