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"With a fa-la-tweedle-tweedle, Tiddifol-iddifol-ido!" " Your Royal Highness, I cannot sing the dreadful stuff! Think of my grey hairs!" "Tush! Master Carter nonsense; 'tis choicely well sung. Come, brother, the chorus!" "With a fa-la " And the chorus was roar'd forth, with shouts of laughter and clinking of glasses. Then came an interval of mournful appeal, and my kinsman's voice was again lifted
We all of us have a leaning towards the pathetic, and may be inclined perhaps to prize Burns most for his touches of piercing, sometimes almost intolerable, pathos; for verse like "We twa hae paidl't i' the burn From mornin' sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin auld lang syne ..." where he is as lovely as he is sound.
In the midst of this, with the suddenness of a thunderbolt, burst one of the most angry and crashing storms of rain and hail ever heard. It beat like a deluge on the heavy glass roof of the hall, and the wind literally howl'd and roar'd.
Hycy took his seat in the parlor, and began to give a stave of the "Bay of Biscay:" "'Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder, The rain a deluge pours; The clouds were rent asunder By light'ning's vivid By the way, mother, what are those robbing ruffians, the Hogans, doing at the kitchen door there?" "Troth, whatever they like," she replied.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne? 'We twa hae paidl'd in the burn Frae morning sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin' auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne. Just as the last words had echoed round the hall, who should enter but the father of the Flower Girls.
The air was sweet and plaintive, and the words literally translated, were these: "The winds roar'd, and the rains fell; The poor white man, faint and weary, Came and sat under our tree. He has no mother to bring him milk; No wife to grind his corn. "Let us pity the white man; No mother has he to bring him milk, No wife to grind his corn."
And in a moment his brother took the jest also; and there we three sat and shook, and roar'd unquenchably round Master Carter, who, staring blankly from one to another, sat gaping, as though the last alarm were sounding in his ears. "Oh! oh! oh! Hit me on the back, Maurice!" "Oh! oh! I cannot 'tis killing me Master Carter, for pity's sake, look not so; but pay the lad his money." "Your Highness "
We on the t'other part being disordered at it, lest yet he might seem to do nothing, got hold of the totter'd coat, and as spitefully roar'd, they had robb'd us of it: But our case was in no wise like theirs, and the rabble that came in to the out-cry, ridicul'd, as they were wont, the weaker side, in that the others laid claim to so rich a mantle, and we to a ragged coat, scarce worth a good patch.
Then Samson and his parents both went down To Timnath, and as they came near the town, Among the vineyards a young lion roar'd: Then on him came the spirit of the Lord, And though unarm'd, he rent him like a kid, But he discovered not to them the deed. And he went down, and with the woman treated, And was well pleas'd to have the match completed.
The Duchess of Devonshire, whose beauty and talent gained such extensive celebrity, was so much pleased with this African song, and the kind feelings in which it originated, that she put it into English verse, and employed an eminent composer to set it to music: The loud wind roar'd, the rain fell fast; The white man yielded to the blast; He sat him down beneath our tree, For weary, faint, and sad was he; And ah, no wife or mother's care, For him the milk or corn prepare.
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