One Night As I Did Wander
Tune—“John Anderson, my jo.”
One night as I did wander, When corn begins to shoot, I sat me down to ponder Upon an auld tree root; Auld Ayr ran by before me, And bicker’d to the seas; A cushat crooded o’er me, That echoed through the braes . . . . . . .
Tho’ Cruel Fate Should Bid Us Part
Tune—“The Northern Lass.”
Tho’ cruel fate should bid us part, Far as the pole and line, Her dear idea round my heart, Should tenderly entwine. Tho’ mountains, rise, and deserts howl, And oceans roar between; Yet, dearer than my deathless soul, I still would love my Jean. . . . . . . .
Song—Rantin’, Rovin’ Robin1
[Footnote 1: Not published by Burns.] Tune—“Daintie Davie.”