Biography of Hew Ainslie
Hew Ainslie was a Scottish poet.
He was born in the parish of Dailly, in Ayrshire, 5 April 1792. After a fair education, he became in turn a clerk in Glasgow, a landscape gardener in his native district, and a clerk in the Register House, Edinburgh. For a short time he was amanuensis to Dugald Stewart. In 1822, being then ten years married to his cousin, Ainslie emigrated to America, where he continued to live with varied fortune for the rest of his days, paying a short visit to Scotland in 1864. He was attracted, on going to the New World, by Robert Owen's social system at New Harmony, Indiana; but after a short trial he connected himself with a firm of brewers, and his name is associated with the establishment of various breweries, mills, and factories in the Western States. He died at Louisville, 11 March 1878. Ainslie's best known book originated, by its title, what is now an accepted descriptive name for the part of Scotland associated with Burns. It is ‘A Pilgrimage to the Land of Burns’ (1820), and consists of a narrative interspersed with sprightly lyrics. A collection of the poet's Scottish songs and ballads (of which the most popular is ‘The Rover of Loch Ryan’) appeared in New York in 1855. Ainslie is one of the group of minor Scottish singers represented in ‘Whistle Binkie’ (Glasgow, 1853).
Hew Ainslie's Works:
A Pilgrimage to the Land of Burns (1820)
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Hew Ainslie Poems
Let's Drink To Our Next Meeting
Let's drink to our next meeting, lads, Nor think on what's atwixt; They're fools wha spoil the present hour By thinking on the next.
The Hint O' Hairst
It's dowie in the hint o' hairst, At the wa-gang o' the swallow, When the wind grows cauld, and the burns grow bauld,
The Daft Days
The midnight hour is clinking, lads, An' the douce an' the decent are winking, lads; Sae I tell ye again, Be't weel or ill ta'en,
We lads that live up in the nobs, Tho' our manners might yet bear a rubbing, We're handy at neat little jobs Such as chopping and hewing and grubbing.
Willie And Helen
'WHAREFORE sou'd ye talk o' love, Unless it be to pain us? Wharefore sou'd ye talk o' love Whan ye say the sea maun twain us?'
The Hint O' Hairst
It's dowie in the hint o' hairst,
At the wa-gang o' the swallow,
When the wind grows cauld, and the burns grow bauld,
And the wuds are hingin' yellow ;
But oh, it's dowier far to see
The wa-gang o' her the hert gangs wi',
The deid-set o' a shinin' e'e -
That darkens the weary world on thee.