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fortune canna gie me mair.
Then let me range by Cassillis' banks,
Wi' her, the lassie dear to me,
And catch her ilka glance o' love,
The bonnie blink o' Mary's e'e!

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CLXVIII.

TO THEE, LOVED NITH.

Tune--[unknown. ]

[There are several variations extant of these verses, and among others
one which transfers the praise from the Nith to the Dee: but to the
Dee, if the poet spoke in his own person, no such influences could
belong. ]


I.

To thee, lov'd Nith, thy gladsome plains,
Where late wi' careless thought I rang'd,
Though prest wi' care and sunk in woe,
To thee I bring a heart unchang'd.

II.

I love thee, Nith, thy banks and braes,
Tho' mem'ry there my bosom tear;
For there he rov'd that brake my heart,
Yet to that heart, ah! still how dear!

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CLXIX.

BANNOCKS O' BARLEY.

Tune--"_The Killogie. _"

["This song is in the Museum," says Sir Harris Nicolas, "but without
Burns's name.
" Burns took up an old song, and letting some of the old
words stand, infused a Jacobite spirit into it, wrote it out, and sent
it to the Museum. ]


I.

Bannocks o' bear meal,
Bannocks o' barley;
Here's to the Highlandman's
Bannocks o' barley.
Wha in a brulzie
Will first cry a parley?
Never the lads wi'
The bannocks o' barley.

II.

Bannocks o' bear meal,
Bannocks o' barley;
Here's to the lads wi'
The bannocks o' barley.
Wha in his wae-days
Were loyal to Charlie?
Wha but the lads wi'
The bannocks o' barley?

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CLXX.

HEE BALOU.

Tune--"_The Highland Balou. _"

["Published in the Musical Museum," says Sir Harris Nicolas, "but
without the name of the author. " It is an old strain, eked out and
amended by Burns, and sent to the Museum in his own handwriting. ]


I.

Hee balou!