The Book of Scottish Song/The tither morn

The tither morn.

[Written by Burns to a Gaelic air, and contributed to the Museum. The second strain of the tune strongly resembles the second part of "Fee him, father, fee him."]

The tither morn,
When I forlorn,
Aneath an aik sat moaning,
I did na trow,
I'd see my Jo,
Beside me gin the gloaming.
But he sae trig,
Lap o'er the rig,
And dawtingly did cheer me.
When I, what reck,
Did least expec',
To see my lad so near me.

His bonnet he,
A thought ajee,
Cock'd sprush when first he clasp'd me;
And I, I wat,
Wi' fainness grat,
While in his grips he press'd me.
Deil tak' the war!
I late and air,
Ha'e wish'd since Jock departed,
But now as glad
I'm wi' my lad,
As short syne broken-hearted.

Fu' aft at e'en
Wi' dancing keen,
When a' were blythe and merry,
I cared na by
Sae sad was I
In absence o' my dearie.
But, praise be blest,
My mind's at rest,
I'm happy wi' my Johnny;
At kirk and fair,
I'se aye be there,
And be as canty's ony.

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