FAREWELL TO ELIZA. Written for Johnson's Museum. This song has latterly been rendered popular by the musical talents of Miss Stephens. Tune.-Gilderoy. FROM thee, Eliza, I must go, Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear, But the last throb that leaves my heart, While Death stands victor by, That throb, Eliza, is thy part, And thine that latest sigh. FAIR ELIZA. 'The bonnie brucket lassie,' to the music of which this su perior song is composed, was written by an eccentric character, who was well known in Edinburgh about forty years ago by the name of Balloon Tytler.' He also wrote the popular song, of Loch Erroch Side.' Tune-The bonnie brucket lassie. TURN again, thou fair Eliza, Ae kind blink before we part, Rue on thy despairing lover! Canst thou break his faithfu' heart? Turn again, thou fair Eliza! If to love thy heart denies, For pity hide the cruel sentence Q Thee, dear maid, hae I offended? Not the bee upon the blossom, All beneath the simmer moon; Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, THOUGH CRUEL FATE, &c. This beautiful Fragment is an early composition. As far 's the Pole and Line, Her dear idea round my heart Though mountains frown and deserts howl, Yet, dearer than my deathless soul, I still would love my Jean. THE HIGHLAND LASSIE. Furns composed these verses in early life, before he was at all known in the world. The object of his affection was Mary Campbell, a native of the Highlands. The deep impression which she made on his mind can hardly be inferred from this song. From those which follow, however, we can more readily imagine the intense interest which she excited in his bosom. Tune.-The deuk's dang owre my daddy. NAE gentle dames, though e'er sae fair, Their titles a' are empty show; CHORUS. Within the glen sae bushy, O, Oh, were yon hills and valleys mine, But fickle fortune frowns on me, Altho' thro' foreign climes I range, Within the glen, &c. For her I'll dare the billow's roar, Within the glen, &c. She has my heart, she has my hand, Farewell the glen sae bushy, O, TO MARY. Another of the Poet's many songs in praise of Highland Mary." They who but feign a wounded heart, When wastes the soul with anguish? PRAYER FOR MARY. Supposed to be written on the eve of the Poet's intended depar ture for the West Indies. First published in the Reliques, from a copy supplied by the Rev. James Gray, of Dumfries, the kind friend of the widow and family of the Poet. POWERS celestial, whose protection Draw your choicest influence down. |