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Rh O lake-a-day for my first wife,

Wha was baith white and rosie,

She cheer'd me aye at e'ening fa'

Wi' something warm and cozie:

Farewell to pleasant draps o' drink,

To butter brose and gruel;

And farewell to my first sweet wife,

My cannie Nancy Newell.

[.—Tune, "Robie donna Gorack." Mr. Riddell of Glenriddel also composed an air to this song. "The poet," says Allan Cunningham, "imagined himself in a distant land; and recalling the romantic hills and lovely valleys of Nithsdale, as he mused, composed this sweet song. The Comyns 'once had high command' in the district: one of their strong places was at Castledykes, immediately below Dumfries: another was at Dalswinton, a spot of great beauty, now the residence of one more than worthy of being its proprietor—James Macalpine Leny, Esq. Part of Comyn's Castle was standing as late as the year 1794. The walls were twelve feet thick, composed of hewn free-stone, and cemented with mortar of such strength that the stones separated any where save at the joints. The castle had evidently been consumed by fire. Opposite Dalswinton stands The Isle, an old tower surrounded by gardens and orchards. Ellisland is farther up the Nith; with Friars-Carse, and Blackwood, the property of William Copland, descended from John Copland who took David Bruce prisoner in the battle of Durham. The house of Blackwood stands on a bend of the stream; behind is a lofty hill studded with fine clumps of natural wood, the relics of the old Caledonian forest; before it the Nith winds along a rich extent of holmland; while towards the north, in the middle of the high road from Glasgow, grows that magnificent oak called the 'Three Brethren.' Three straight, tall shafts spring up at an equal distance from each other, and it is believed that they unite in the ground below: they are of similar girth: the branches of each are perfectly alike; and the peasantry say there is not a bough nor a leaf on one but the same will be found on the other. The three, at a distance, seem one vast tree, of a conical shape."]

[ by for Johnson's Huseam, where it appears set to a fine air called "The Weaver's March." The Cart flows through Paisley, celebrated for its productions of the loom. and it is said that "a gallant weaver" there, named Robert Wilson, offered his hand in marriage to Jean Armour, at the time when she was obliged to seek refuge with a relation in that town, to avoid the effects of her father's displeasure. In these days, a weaver was considered superior in station to a husbandman; and Burns was at first deeply jealous of his Paisley rival; but he afterwards, when Jean proved her fidelity, laughed over the subject—and the present song was in all probability suggested by reminiscences of this passage in his life.]

Cart rins rowin' to the sea,

By mony a flow'r and spreading tree,

There lives a lad, the lad for me,

He is a gallant weaver.

Oh, I had wooers aught or nine,

They gied me rings and ribbons fine;

And I was fear'd my heart would tine,

And I gied it to the weaver.

My daddie sign'd my tocher-band,

To gi'e the lad that has the land;

But to my heart I'll add my hand,

And gi'e it to the weaver.