XIV.
“I hae been a devil the feck o’ my life;
(Hey, and the rue grows bonnie wi’ thyme),
But ne’er was in hell, till I met wi’ a wife;
And the thyme it is wither’d, and rue is in prime.”
CXXXVII.
JOCKEY’S TA’EN THE PARTING KISS.
Tune—“Jockey’s ta’en the parting kiss.”
[Burns, when he sent this song to the Museum, said nothing of its origin: and he is silent about it in his memoranda.]
I.
Jockey’s ta’en the parting kiss,
O’er the mountains he is gane;
And with him is a’ my bliss,
Nought but griefs with me remain.
Spare my luve, ye winds that blaw,
Plashy sleets and beating rain!
Spare my luve, thou feathery snaw,
Drifting o’er the frozen plain.
II.