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THE SONGS OF BURNS.
ADDRESS TO GENERAL DUMOURIER.
A PARODY ON ROBIN ADAIR.
You're welcome to Despots, Dumourier;You're welcome to Despots, Dumourier;How does Dampiere do?Aye, and Bournonville too?Why did they not come along with you, Dumourier?
I will fight France with you, Dumourier;I will fight France with you, Dumourier;I will fight France with you,I will take my chance with you;By my soul I'll dance a dance with you, Dumourier.
Then let us fight about, Dumourier;Then let us fight about, Dumourier;Then let us fight about,Till freedom's spark is out,Then we'll be damn'd no doubt—Dumourier.
ONE NIGHT AS I DID WANDER.
TUNE—'JOHN ANDERSON MY JO.'
One night as I did wander,When corn begins to shoot,I sat me down to ponder,Upon an auld tree root:
Auld Ayre ran by before me,And bicker'd to the seas;A cushat crooded o'er meThat echoed through the braes.·······
I'M OWRE YOUNG TO MARRY YET.
I am my mammie's ae bairn,Wi' unco folk I weary, Sir;And lying in a man's bed,I'm fley'd wad mak me eerie, Sir.
CHORUS.I'm owre young, I'm owre young,I'm owre young to marry yet;I'm owre young, 'twad be a sinTo tak me frae my mammie yet.
My mammie coft me a new gown,The kirk maun hae the gracing o't;Were I to lie wi' you, kind Sir,I'm fear'd ye'd spoil the lacing o't.I'm owre young, &c.
Hallowmas is come and gane,The nights are lang in winter, Sir;And you an' I in ae bed,In troth I dare na venture, Sir.I'm owre young, &c.
Fu' loud and shrill the frosty windBlaws thro' the leafless timmer, Sir;But if ye come this gate again,I'll aulder be gin simmer, Sir.I'm owre young, &c.
DAMON AND SYLVIA.
TUNE—'THE TITHER MORN, AS I FORLORN.'
Yon wand'ring rill, that marks the hill,And glances o'er the brae, Sir:Slides by a bower where monie a flowerSheds fragrance on the day, Sir.
There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay:To love they thought nae crime, Sir;The wild-birds sang, the echoes rang,While Damon's heart beat time, Sir.