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Read Ebook: A Day with the Poet Burns by Burns Robert Contributor Hardy Dudley Illustrator Haslehust E W Illustrator Neatby William James Illustrator
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My daddie says, gin I'll forsake him, He'll gie me gude hunder marks ten; But, if it's ordain'd I maun take him, O wha will I get but Tam Glen!
Yestreen at the Valentine's dealing, My heart to my mou gied a sten; For thrice I drew ane without failing, And thrice it was written "Tam Glen!"
The last Halloween I was waukin My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken, His likeness came up the house staukin, And the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen!
Come, counsel, dear Tittie! don't tarry; I'll gie ye my bonnie black hen, Gif ye will advise me to marry The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen!
But here comes a knock at the door, to stop the flow of inspiration: it is not an unwelcome visitor, but an old friend, who, returning after many years from foreign parts, has learned of "Rob's" amazing leap into fame. Strangers, drawn by curiosity and admiration, are not infrequent visitors: "It was something to have dined or supped in the company of Burns." But this is a different matter: and the warm impulsive heart responds to it, in words which have never been forgotten.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne!
For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp! And surely I'll be mine! And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes, And pou'd the gowans fine; But we've wander'd mony a weary fitt, Sin' auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn, Frae morning sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin' auld lang syne.
It is late, very late, when the visitor departs: the stars are frosty, the ground hard. The spell of newly-roused remembrances lies heavy still upon Burns's heart: and as he turns to rest, and sees the peaceful sleeping forms of his wife and little children, tender and calm desires well up within him. He can conceive no higher happiness than comes of a serene old age, in the company of those dear ones: and a picture rises before him of old folk gently descending to a longer rest, side by side together.
John Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And mony a cantie day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, And hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE
The words belore and bedtine were changed to before and bedtime in the phrase:
before the children's bedtime
The word divnie was corrected to divine in the line:
But chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
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