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CV.
WHAN I SLEEP I DREAM.
[This presents another version of song LXV. Variations are to a poet what changes are in the thoughts of a painter, and speak of fertility of sentiment in both.]
I.
Whan I sleep I dream, Whan I wauk I'm eerie, Sleep I canna get, For thinkin' o' my dearie.
II.
Lanely night comes on, A' the house are sleeping, I think on the bonnie lad That has my heart a keeping.
Ay waukin O, waukin ay and wearie, Sleep I canna get, for thinkin' o' my dearie.
III.
Lanely nights come on, A' the house are sleeping, I think on my bonnie lad, An' I blear my een wi' greetin'!
Ay waukin, &c.
CVI.
I MURDER HATE.
[These verses are to be found in a volume which may be alluded to without being named, in which many of Burns's strains, some looser than these, are to be found.]
I.
I murder hate by field or flood, Tho' glory's name may screen us: In wars at hame I'll spend my blood, Life-giving wars of Venus.
II.
The deities that I adore Are social Peace and Plenty, I'm better pleas'd to make one more, Than be the death of twenty.
CVII.
O GUDE ALE COMES.
[These verses are in the museum; the first two are old, the concluding one is by Burns.]
I.
O gude ale comes, and gude ale goes, Gude ale gars me sell my hose, Sell my hose, and p.a.w.n my shoon, Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.
II.
I had sax owsen in a pleugh, They drew a' weel eneugh, I sell'd them a' just ane by ane; Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.
III.
Gude ale hands me bare and busy, Gars me moop wi' the servant hizzie, Stand i' the stool when I hae done, Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.
O gude ale comes, &c.
CVIII.
ROBIN SHURE IN HAIRST.
[This is an old chaunt, out of which Burns brushed some loose expressions, added the third and fourth verses, and sent it to the Museum.]
I.
Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi' him, Fient a heuk had I, Yet I stack by him.
II.
I gaed up to Dunse, To warp a wab o' plaiden, At his daddie's yett, Wha met me but Robin.
III.
Was na Robin bauld, Tho' I was a cotter, Play'd me sic a trick, And me the eller's dochter?
Robin share in hairst, &c.
IV.
Robin promis'd me A' my winter vittle; Fient haet he had but three Goose feathers and a whittle.
Robin share in hairst, &c.
