That danced to the lark's early sang?
Whare is the Peace that awaited my wandring
At e'enin the wild-woods amang?
Nae mair a winding the course o' yon river,
And marking sweet flowerets sae fair,
Nae mair I trace the gay light footsteps o' pleasure,
But Sorrow, & sad sighing Care. -
Is it that Simmer's forsaken our vallies,
And grim, surly winter is near?
No, no, the bees humming round the gay roses,
Proclaim it the pride o' the year. -
Fain wad I hide what I fear to discover,
yet lang, lang too wall hae I known,
She, the sweet cause A' that has caused the wreck in my bosom,
Is Jenny, sweet fair Jenny alone. -
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Key details
- Archive number
- NTS/02/25/BRN/02/139
- Alt. number
- 3.6305
- On display
- No
- Creator
- Burns, Robert (Author)
- Recipient
- Miller, Janet
- Archive number
- NTS/02/25/BRN/02/139
- Alt. number
- 3.6305
- On display
- No
- Creator
- Burns, Robert (Author)
- Recipient
- Miller, Janet
Description
Fair Jenny.
Begins: "Where are the joys I have met in the morning". 4 four-line verses; Wanting the final stanza; Several editors suggest that this song was possibly sent to Janet Miller of Dalswinton, the eldest daughter of Burns's former landlord; the suggested recipient subsequently married the 28th Earl of Mar.
Archive information
Themes
Hierarchy
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Robert Burns, collection of poems and songs
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a sub-fonds is a subdivision in the archival material)
- Fair Jenny
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