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'''MISS LOGAN, AYR.''' Scottish, Strathspey. D Major. Standard tuning (fiddle). AAB. The strathspey is attributed to fiddler-composer [[Biography:John French]] (1752-1803) of Cumnock, Ayrshire. Miss Logan, of | '''MISS LOGAN, AYR.''' Scottish, Strathspey. D Major. Standard tuning (fiddle). AAB. The strathspey is attributed to fiddler-composer [[Biography:John French]] (1752-1803) of Cumnock, Ayrshire. Miss Susan Logan, of Parkhouse, was sister to Major Logan, of Camlarg, and an acquaintance of poet Robert Burns, who called her the “sentimental sister Susie,” in a letter to her brother (who was a retired army officer and "a capital violinist"). She lived at Parkhouse with her brother and her mother. Burns sent her a book of poems by Edwin Beattie as a New Years gift on the 1st of January, 1787, and inscribed it to her with a poem of his own: | ||
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MISS LOGAN, AYR. Scottish, Strathspey. D Major. Standard tuning (fiddle). AAB. The strathspey is attributed to fiddler-composer Biography:John French (1752-1803) of Cumnock, Ayrshire. Miss Susan Logan, of Parkhouse, was sister to Major Logan, of Camlarg, and an acquaintance of poet Robert Burns, who called her the “sentimental sister Susie,” in a letter to her brother (who was a retired army officer and "a capital violinist"). She lived at Parkhouse with her brother and her mother. Burns sent her a book of poems by Edwin Beattie as a New Years gift on the 1st of January, 1787, and inscribed it to her with a poem of his own:
Again the silent wheels of time
Their annual round have driv’n,
And you, tho’ scarce in maiden prime,
Are so much nearer Heav’n.
No gifts have I from Indian coasts
The infant year to hail:
I send you more than India boasts
In Edwin’s simple tale.
Our sex with guile and faithless love
Is charg’d, perhaps, too true;
But may, dear maid, each lover prove
An Edwin still to you!
Source for notated version:
Printed sources: French (Collection of New Strathspeys, Reels, etc.), 1801; p. 1.
Recorded sources: