Had we never lov’d sae blindly,
Never met—or never parted,
We had ne’er been broken-hearted.
Burns: There, lass. Now we must be stout-hearted. Ah, here’s Mr. Hamilton coming.
[Gavin Hamilton passes the window. Jean goes to the door.]
Jean (showing him in): It’s good of you to come, Mr. Hamilton.
Hamilton: Well, Robert, my lad. Taking some of your Dumfries air?
Burns: Pretty near my last draught of it, Mr. Hamilton.
Hamilton: No, no.
Burns: Oh, but it is. But I’m easy in my mind for myself now. If you’ll do what you can to see that things here don’t break up.