Chapter VIII: April 1793
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My Dear Sir,--I own my vanity is flattered when you give my songs a place in your elegant and superb work; but to be of service to the work is my first wish. As I have often told you, I do not in a single instance wish you, out of compliment to me, to insert anything of mine. One hint let me give you--whatever Mr. Peyel does, let him not alter one _iota_ of the original Scottish airs; I mean in the song department; but let our national music preserve its native features. They are, I own, frequently wild, and irreducible to the more modern rules; but on that very eccentricity, perhaps, depends a great part of their effect.
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The Letters of Robert BurnsChapter VIII: April 1793
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