licentiousness in the People equally find you an inex orable foe! I have the honour to be, with the sincerest gratitude and highest respect, MY LORDS AND GENTLEMEN, Your most devoted humble Servant, EDINBURGH, April 4, 1787. ROBERT BURNS. POEMS AND SONGS. SONG-HANDSOME NELL. Tune-"I am a man unmarried." I never had the least thought or inclination of turning Poet till I got once heartily in love, and then rhyme and song were, in a manner, the spontaneous language of my heart. The following composition was the first of my performances. It is, indeed, very puerile and silly; but I am always pleased with it, as it recalls to my mind those happy days when my heart was yet honest, and my tongue was sincere.-Commonplace Book, Aug. 1783. O ONCE I lov'd a bonie lass, Aye, and I love her still; And whilst that virtue warms my breast, I'll love my handsome Nell. But Nelly's looks are blythe and sweet, And what is best of a', * handsome. A Her reputation is complete, And fair without a flaw. She dresses ay sae clean and neat, And then there's something in her gait A gaudy dress and gentle air 'Tis this in Nelly pleases me, She reigns without controul. [Burns delighted to refer to the incident that gave rise to these juvenile verses :-Nelly Kirkpatrick, daughter of a blacksmith in the neighbourhood of Mount Oliphant, inspired the song in the harvest-field, in the autumn of 1773, when he was yet under fifteen years old. Speaking of "Nell" in his autobiography, he says:-"Among other love-inspiring qualities, she sang sweetly; and it was her favourite reel to which I attempted giving an embodied vehicle in rhyme."] SONG-O TIBBIE, I HAE SEEN THE DAY. Chor.-O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, For laik o' geart ye lightly me, Yestreen I met you on the moor, Ye spak na, but gaed by like stoure; * makes. + lack of money. ‡ dust in motion. Ye geck* at me because I'm poor, O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c. When comin hame on Sunday last, O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c. I doubt na, lass, but ye may think, O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c. But sorrow tak' him that's sae mean, O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c. Altho' a lad were e'er sae smart, O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c. But if he hae the name o' gear, Tho' hardly he, for sense or lear,|| O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c. But, Tibbie, lass, tak' my advice: Your daddie's gear maks you sae nice; * toss the head. † a petty oath. + cash. Il education. The deil a ane wad spier* your price, O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c. There lives a lass beside yon park, O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c. [According to Mrs Begg, the poet's sister, the heroine of this song was Tibbie Stein, who lived at Little Hill, a farm marching with that of Lochlie.] SONG-I DREAM'D I LAY. These two stanzas I composed when I was seventeen, and are among the oldest of my printed pieces.-Glenriddell Notes in Cromek. I DREAM'D I lay where flowers were springing Gaily in the sunny beam; List'ning to the wild birds singing, By a falling crystal stream: Straight the sky grew black and daring; Thro' the wood the whirlwinds rave; Trees with aged arms were warring, Such was my life's deceitful morning, But lang or noon, loud tempests storming, Tho' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me She promis'd fair, and perform'd but iil, |