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Let ithers brag weel o' their gear, 3
Their land and their lordly degree ;
I carena for ought but my dear,
For he's ilka 4 thing lordly to me.
His words are sae sugar'd, sae sweet !
His sense drives ilk fear far awa' !
I listen, poor fool ! and I greet ;
Yet how sweet are the tears as they fa' !
" Dear lassie," he cries, wi' a jeer,
" Ne'er heed what the auld anes will say ;
Though we've little to brag o' — ne'er fear ;
What's gowd to a heart that is wae ?
Our laird has baith honours and wealth,
Tet see how he's dwining 5 wi' care ;
Now we, though we've naething but health,
Are cantie and leal evermair.
" O Menie ! the heart that is true
Has something mair costly than gear ;
Ilk e'en it has naething to rue,
Ilk morn it has naething to fear.
Ye warldlings, gae hoard up your store,
And tremble for fear ought ye tync, 8
Guard your treasures wi' lock, bar, and door,
True love is the guardian o' mine."
He ends wi' a kiss and a smile —
Wae's me, can I tak' it amiss !
My laddie's unpractised in guile,
He's free aye to daut 7 and to kiss !
Ye lasses wha lo'e to torment
Your wooers wi' fause scorn and strife,
Play your pranks — I ha'e gi'en my consent,
And this night I am Jamie's for life.
! Bought.
2 A short cloak.
3 Riches ; goods.
1 Epery.
5 Pining away.
6 Lose.
" I lo'e na a Laddie but ane." The first stanza of this song, as well as a second which is here omitted, are said,
on the authority of Burns, to have been written by the Rev. Mr. Clunie of Borthwick. " In Ritson's Collection, the
reader will find the letters J. D. prefixed to the song, which is directed to be sung to the tune of ' Happy Dick Daw-
son.' If J. D. be the initial letters of the composer's name, Burns must have been misinformed. The four supple-
mentary stanzas, beginning ' Let ithers brag weel o' their gear,' were composed by Hector Macneil, Esq., before
noticed. Mr. Macneil told me this himself. The musical reader will easily observe a striking afifinity between the
Scots air and the Irish tune called ' My lodging is on the cold ground.' " See Museum Illustrations, vol. iii. p. 251.
Mr. Stenhouse is quite right as to the resemblance between these two tunes. As we wish to act on the right maxim
of giving to every one his due, we have no hesitation in saying, that we believe this to be a mere modification of the
Irish tune ; although it has so long passed current in Scottish Collections as a Scottish air, as to be generally received
as part of our national melodic property. Its structure shows it nut to belong to ancient Scotland.

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