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 Book of Scottish Sono; 
 
 A comprehensive collection 
 
 OF THE MOST APPROVED 
 
 SONGS OF SCOTLAND. 
 
 HISTORICAL AND CRITICAL NOTICES REGARDING THEM AND THEIR AUTHORS 
 AND AN ESSAY ON THE SONG WRITERS OF SCOTLAND, 
 
 By ALEXANDER WHITELAW. 
 
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 W. G. BUICKIE XSD CO., PRISiTZRS, 
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ATJr.13 SCOTIA'S S^lSTGrS. 
 
 [Wkittkn for this Work by John Imlah.] 
 
 Aui.D Scotia's Pangs ! Auld Scotia's Sangs .'—the strains o' youth and yore!- 
 O lilt to me, and I will list -will list them o'er and o'er; 
 Though mak' me wae, or mak' me wud,-or changefu' as a child. 
 Yet lilt to me, and I will list -the "native wood notes wild! " 
 
 They mak' me present wi' the past -they bring up, fresh and fiilr. 
 The Bonnie Broom o' Cowden Knowes, the Bush abune Traquair, 
 Tlie Dowie Dens o' Yarrow, or the Birks o' Invermay, 
 Or Catriue's green and yellow Woods in autumn's dwinlng day ! 
 
 They bring me back the holms and howes whar sillar burnies shine. 
 The Lea-rig whar the gowans glint we pu'd in Auld Lang Syne ; 
 And, mair than a', the Trystin' Thorn that blossom'd down the rale, 
 Whar gloamin' breathed sae sweetly- but far sweeter luve's fond tale! 
 
 Now melt we o'er the lay that wails for Flodden's day o' dule,— 
 And now some rant will gar us loup like daffin' youth at Yule ; — 
 Now o'er young luve's impassion'd strain our conscious heart will yearn,— 
 And now our blude fires at the call o' Bruce o' Bannockburu! 
 
 O: lovely in the licht o' sang the Ettrick and the Tweed, 
 
 Whar shepherd swains were wont to blaw auld Scotia's lyric reed ; — 
 
 The Logan and the Lugar, too, but, hallow'd meikle mair. 
 
 The Banks and Braes o' Bonnie Douu,-the Afton and the Ayr! 
 
 The hind whase hands are on the pleugh-the shepherd wi' his crook - 
 The maiden o'er the milkin' pail, or by the ingle neuk, 
 Lo'e weel to croon auld Scotia's sangs-O may they ever sae! 
 And it may be a daffin' lilt - may be a dowie lay! 
 
 Though warldly grief and warldling's guile maun I like ithers dree, 
 Maun thole the sair saigh rive my breist - the het tear scald my e'e ! 
 But let me list the melodies o' some o' Scotia's sangs, 
 And I will a' forget my waes -will a' forgie my wrangs! 
 
 O! bom 0' feeling's warmest depths -o' fancy's wildest dreams, 
 They're twined wi' monie lovely thochts, wi' monie lo'esomo themes; 
 They gar the glass o' memorie glint back wi' brichter shine 
 On far-aflf scenes, and far-aff friends - and Auld Lang Syne ! 
 
 Auld Scotia's Sangs!— Auld Scotia's Sangs ! -her " native wood notes wild !" 
 
 Her monie artless melodies, that move me like a child ; 
 
 Sing on- sing on ! and I will list - will list them o'er and o'er, - 
 
 Auld Scotia's Sangs-Auld Scotia's Sangs! the sangs o' youth and yore! 
 
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 g-ll at bcr feork tbe billagc mnibrn sings: 
 
 |lor, inhilt sbt turns tbt gibbp fobttl aronni, 
 ?5cbolbes tbe sab birissitubt of thtnos. 
 
PEEFACE. 
 
 This work was undertaken with the object of laying before the public, in a 
 single volume, and at a moderate price, a comprehensive collection of the 
 Songs of Scotland, ancient and modern, accompanied with such particulars 
 regarding their history, age, or authorship, as could be gathered from the liter- 
 ary records of the country, or might be elicited from personal inquiry and 
 research among the lovers of song. It may excite surprise to know, but 
 nevertheless it is undeniable, that no publication of the kind here aimed at, 
 whether as regards extent of design in text and commentary, or adaptation in 
 size and price for general circulation, has hitherto been attempted, amid the 
 multifarious song-collections that have issued from the press. Ritson, near the 
 close of the last century, was the first, as an editor of Scottish song, who endea- 
 voured to ascertain the age and authorship of the pieces in his work,* and his 
 example has been followed by one or two other editors ; but the compilations 
 adverted to are at once limited in their range, and removed by their cost be- 
 yond the reach of ordinary purchasers. Ritson's collection did not, in all, 
 amount to more than one hundred and eighty songs, and the collections of 
 succeeding editors, though in some instances extending to several volumes, do 
 not in any case contain one half of the number of songs given in the present 
 publication. 
 
 The great majority of song books, whether of elegant or humble exterior, 
 display, as everybody must be aware, a total want of anything like histori- 
 cal or biographical information : even the names of the authors are in most 
 instances dispensed with ; and, altogether, the songs are in general collected 
 
 • ' Scottish Songs : In Two Volumes, London MDCCXCIV.' Misprint in title page of first 
 volume, ' MDCCXIV ! ' It is amusing to contemplate what effect this blunder, when dia- 
 covered, would have upon a man of Kitson's excessive love of accuracy, punctilious adher- 
 ence to literal facts, and infirmity of temper. 
 
and distributed with the disdainful indifferenoe thai might be suppoaed to 
 accompany the handling of a pitchfork. One conBequeuoe of thi» iM, tbat» pat- 
 ing aside those of modem date, a wide-spread ignoranoe prevails w ar d in g the 
 history of most of our lyrics ; and on no literary points of inqtdxy, we Tentnrt 
 to say, is more darkness to be found, even among the well-informed and intelli- 
 gent classes, than on those connected with the songs of fajgooe genentkna. 
 All that people, in most cases, can say of any one of t&em hi, that it is an 
 'old' song, because they know it was a favourite with their grandmother, or 
 because they may happen to have it in some old collection ; but as to its pndat 
 antiquity, or any other point of its history, they are wholly onaoqnainted. It 
 has been one leading object of the present work to fix, as fur as possihto, the 
 date and authorship of all the lyrics quoted, so tliat the reader may be pot in 
 Ix)S8ession of what is positively known regarding the ancient as well as modem 
 Songs of Scotland. By stating where a song first appeared, or in wliat pabU* 
 cation it was first printed, some definite notion is obtained as to its afs ; and 
 even in those cases where its original appearance cannot be tiaoed, the reader 
 has at least the comfort of being assured, that be knows all that ia to be known 
 on the subject. 
 
 The difficulties encountered in following np the ambitioaa derign of this 
 work, of giving at once a complete and unobjectionable colleetfcin of Boottiih 
 Song, accompanied with illustrative notices, could notbeieadHycomptehsnded 
 by any but those who are in some measore Jluniliar with the wide field of 
 research— (rugged, dark, and dangerous in many places, tboo^ stodded bj 
 numberless spots of delicious verdure)— over which it waa neoeeeary to wan- 
 der; and it would be idle here, if not ungracions, to insist en the sabjeet. 
 Whatever, at all events, might be the difficulties encountered in accomplishing 
 a work which, though small in bulk, is more comprehensive in its scope and 
 complete in its aim than any of a similar character hitherto attempted, the 
 Editor ia desirous of acknowledging that these difficulties were met under the 
 most favourable auspices. From the first he has been enconraged in his 
 labours by the interest which many of his cotrntr^men have manifested in 
 the work, attaching to it the importance of a national repoeitoiy, and by 
 the liberality with which the most successful song-writers of the day hare 
 permitted him to quote their verses. In the mmiber of those who have h<m- 
 oured him with then- correspondence, he has, besides, been fortunate. To 
 Captain Charles Gray, R.M., in particular, he has been largely indebted for 
 many valuable communications on the subject of Scottish song — a subject on 
 which the Captain's enthusiasm and information go liand in hand as well aa 
 
for pointing out and furnishing a number of useful authorities. He has also 
 to express his obligations to Alexander Laing, Esq., David Vedder, "Esq., 
 Patrick Maxwell, Esq., Thomas C. Latto, Esq., Robert White, Esq., Dr. 
 Andrew Crawford, and various other correspondents in a lesser degree, for 
 serviceable information in the course of his labours. 
 
 The Book of Scottish Song contains, in all, somewhere about twelve 
 HUNDRED AND SEVENTY songs ; and it is presumed that every standard lyric 
 in the language — every song of established reputation — is included within its 
 pages. Some omissions may possibly have been made ; but the Editor trusts 
 that they are of a very unimportant character.* A large number of the songs 
 in the collection are taken from hitherto unexplored sources, and may be con- 
 sidered (to use Coleridge's phrase) as good as manuscript. Another portion, 
 though not so large, are bona fide ' originals,' that is to say, they have the 
 claim to originality at least, in having been here first printed. Of this portion, 
 about ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY in all, many, it is confidently trusted, will be 
 admitted even by the most fastidious, to possess very superior merit ; while the 
 whole, though forming but a subordinate feature of the work, will be found, 
 it is hoped, to add no inconsiderable or unworthy heap to the lofty and ever- 
 accumulating cairn of Scottish song. 
 
 In order that the reader might possess a connected history of the lyric poetry 
 of the country, we have drawn out an Essay on the Song- writers of Scotland, 
 which will be found to follow the Preface, and which embraces summaries of 
 the lives of those poets who have distinguished themselves in the province of 
 Song. This Essay did not appear in the earlier impressions of the work, 
 from a desire to avoid undue extension ; but it was thought advisable sub- 
 sequently to extend the book an additional sheet, so as to admit the Essay, 
 wldch, it is trusted, will prove of service to the reader, and give completeness to 
 
 * The Index of First Lines, which is constructed on the strictest alphabetical arrange- 
 ment, and given at the end of the volmne, will be the reader's best guide for finding out 
 any particular song. In cases where the first line is not known or remembered, the Index of 
 Authors may be of service. The Index of Titles which is prefixed to the volume will to some 
 afford the easiest means of reference, though from their character being often somewhat in- 
 definite, it is far from being certain. In consulting the Index of First Lines, great accuracy 
 is of course necessary on the part of the consulter as to the opening word, otherwise he 
 may be disappointed in his search, and hastily conclude that the song he wants is not in 
 the book, while it actually is. The omission or addition of the exclamation ' ' at the 
 beginning of a song may, for example, lead him wrong. When he is not Bui'c in cases of 
 this kind, he had better try the line with and without the ' 0.' 
 
the collection. It only remains iu this place to take a brief chroookgloid Tkw of 
 the leading authorities in Scottish song to which this compilation has been inUbtr 
 ed, beginning with the earliest traces to be foond on record of the lyrical moM. 
 A love of music and song can be traced in the earliest Uteiatara of SooUand, 
 in the works of James I., Dunbar, and Gawin Douglas; and the mmgn ot 
 these days seem to have been characterized by a gay and Jovial spirit, little 
 in accordance with the alleged austerity of the national cfa«racter. In 
 ' Peebles to the Play * (ascribed to Jamee I., 1424-37), two aonga are men- 
 tioned as being then in popular use:— 'There fore ane man to the liolt' 
 (There went a man to the wood), and ' There shall be mirth at oor meeting 
 yet.' These songs, which are both lost, may be called the first of which wo 
 have any notice, with the exception of a rhyme mentioned by Andrew Wjn- 
 ton, made on the death of Alexander III. (1286), and two or three taunting 
 doggrels made by the Scots on the English, especially one on the aiego of 
 Berwick (1296), and one on the victory of Bannockbom (1314), nana of which 
 can properly be considered in the light of song, according to our i noiia n i mean- 
 ing. About the same time as the reign of Jamee I., or a little latar, a hnmor- 
 ous poem was composed, called 'Cockelby's Sow* (preserved in the Banna- 
 tyne MS.), which refers to a number of songs and tones then in popular use- 
 such as 'Joly Lemmane,' 'Tras and Trenass,' 'The Baas,' 'Trolly Lolly,' 
 *Cok craw thou qll day,' 'Twysbank,' 'Terway,' « Be yon wodsyd,' ' Lait, 
 lait in evinnynis,' ' Joly Martene with a mok,' ' Rusty Bully with a bek,' 
 &c. Of all these the words are lost, and if the tunes exist, they do so, with ona 
 or two exceptions, under different titles. The next intimation of song whioh 
 occurs in our literature is in Gawin DougLis's prologues to bis translation of 
 Virgil, written about 1512,* wherein four different songs are adTerted' to, Tia. 
 ' The ship sails ower the saut faem,' ' I will be blithe and licht,' * I oomo 
 hither to woo,' and ' The joly day now dawis.' All these are lost, unless a 
 fragment preserved in the Fairfax MS., beginning, 
 
 ' This day day dawes, this gentil day dawes, and I most home fone, 
 
 belong to the latter. ' The day dawes ' was long a popxilar tune in Scotland. 
 In 1549 was printed at St. Andi-ews a curious work entitled ' Vedderbum's 
 Complaiute of Scotlande,' in which are preserved the titles of no less than 
 
 * Mr. Danney, in his valuable Introduction to ' Ancient Scottish Melodies, from a W^ ot 
 the reign of king James TI.,' p. 47, gives some fragments of song found in tb« Minnie Book 
 of Burgh Sasines of Aberdeen. 1503-07! Mr. Dauney'g publication proves beyond all 
 question the antiquity of a number of our finest Scottish sirs. 
 
thirty-seven songs. "We are tempted to quote these, although pressed for 
 room; for a melancholy interest, we consider, attaches itself to even the 
 titles of lays that charmed or cheered our ancestors three hundred years ago. 
 — * Pastance vitht gude companye,' ' The bretr byndes me soir,' ' Still vnder the 
 leyuis grene,' ' Cou thou me the raschis grene,' ' Allace I vyit zour tua fayr 
 ene ' * Gode zou gude day vil boy,' * Lady help zour prisoneir,' ' King Vilzamis 
 note,' * The laug noune nou,' ' The cheapel valk,' ' Faytht is there none,' ' Skald 
 a bellis nou,' * The Aberdenis nou,' ' Brume, brume on hil,' * Allone I veip in 
 grit distress,' ' Trolee, lolee lemendou,' * Bill vill thou cum by a lute and belt 
 thee in Sanct Francis cord,' ' The fi-og cam to the myl dur,' ' The sang of Gil- 
 quiskar,' ' Rycht soirly musing in my mynd,' ' God sen the Duke had bidden in 
 France, and Delabaute had nevyr cum hame,' * Al musing of memellis a mys 
 hef I gone,' ' Maestress fayr ze vil forfoyr,' * O lusty May vitht Flora queue,' 
 
 * O myne harte hay this is my sang,' * The battel of the Hayrlaw,' ' The huntis 
 of Cheuet,' * Sal I go vitht you to Rumbelo fayr,' * Greuit is my sorrow,' * Tume 
 the sweit ViUe to me,' ' My lufe is lyand seik, send him joy, send him joy,' 
 
 * Fair luf lend thou me thy man til joy,' ' The Persee and the Mongumrye met, 
 that day, that gentil day,' * My luf is layd upone ane knycht,' * Allace that 
 samyn sweit face,' * In ane mirthful morou,' ' My hart is leinit on the land.' — Of 
 these songs, all are lost, with the exception of * Still under the leaves green,' 
 ' Cull to me the rushes green,' * O lusty May with Flora queen,' ' Grieved is 
 my sorrow,' and the three historical ballads, * The battle of Harlaw,' * The 
 Himts of Cheviot,' and ' The Percy and the Montgomery.' Some of them, 
 liowever, are found parodied in * A Compendious Book of Godly and Spiritual 
 Songs, collected out of sundrie parts of the Scripture, with sundrie of other 
 ballats, chainged out of profane Songs, for avoiding of Sinne and Harlotrie,' 
 printed in 1590 and 1621. (See Note to * John come kiss me now,' p. 578.) 
 
 The earliest song book published in Scotland was a musical collection, entitled, 
 'Cantus, Songs, and Fancies to several Musical Parts, both apt for Voices 
 and Viols,' &c., printed by John Forbes, Aberdeen : first edition, 1662; other 
 editions, 1666 and 1682. This collection, however, does not contain, pro- 
 perly speaking, a single Scottish song or Scottish melody, for it was not till 
 nearly half a century later that the national music became fashionable. Some 
 of the songs are taken from the ' Compendious Book of Godly and Spiritual 
 Songs,' mentioned above, and other words are quoted from, the old Scottish 
 poets of the previous century : the music is chiefly English, and apparently 
 adapted for church service. 
 
 About the close of the seventeenth century, a taste for Scottish music 
 
became prevalent among the upper claasee of aociety, and Soottiah ain i 
 introduced at all places of public amusement in London and elMwherB. 
 D'Urfey, an obscene humoriat of this period, wrote seTend imitayoiM of { 
 tish song, all of which are to be found in his * Pills to Poiso MdandMly/ 
 collected in six toIs., 1719 ; and his example was followed bj other Laaidott 
 poetasters. These ' Anglo- Scotti&h ' productions (as Bunu calls them) are 
 generally of the most execrable character ; but we have been oUiged to giro 
 in the present collection two or three of the best, as thej at one time held an 
 established place among our Scottish songs. (See Notes to 'Jockey met wi' 
 Jeuny/ p. 145, ' Diel tak' the wars,' p. 177, ' As Jamie G^y ganffd Mythe hia 
 way,' 176, 'My Jeanie and I,' 317, 'Glancing of her Aptrcm,' 622, * Sweet 
 Annie,' 550, &c.) A single verse of one of Tom D'Urfey's * Sooteh Sonfi ' may 
 be given here as a specimen of the whole. It is the original of * Within a mile 
 of Edinburgh town.' 
 
 • 'Twas within a furlong of Edinboronirh town. 
 In the rosie time of the year when the grass was down: 
 Bonnie Jockey, blylhe and gay, 
 Said to Jenny TuaHng ixay, 
 Let's sit a little, dear, and prattle; 
 'Tis a sultry day : 
 He long had coorted the black-brow'd maid. 
 Bat Jockey was a wag and would ne'er eonscBt to wed; 
 Which made her pshaw and phoo. and cry ont it will not do^ 
 I cannot, cannot, cannot, wonnot, monnot buckle too. 
 
 ' He told her marriage was grown a meer Joke, 
 
 And that no one wedded now bat the sconadnl folk,* 
 
 In 1706 the first part of a collection of * Comic and Seriooa Seoti Pbeme' 
 was printed by James Watson at Edinburgh ; a second part was teaed in 1701» 
 and a third in 1710. This collection contains ' Fy, let us a' to the bridal,' and 
 other pieces mentioned in the course of the present compilation. 
 
 In 1724 appeared the first volume of Ramsay's 'Tea Table Miscellany'— a 
 work which may be said to form the foundation of all other collections of Scot- 
 tish song. A second and a third volume were issued by the year 1727, and a 
 fourth some time after the year 1733. The extreme rarity of the eariy editicni 
 prevents us from stating their exact dates. The copy in our poeaeaion is laid 
 to be 'the twelfth edition,' and is printed at London in 1763 ; but we under- 
 stand there are other two 'twelfth editions,' one printed at GUwgow in 1753, 
 and one at Edinburgh in 17G0. Tlie 'Tea Table Miscellany' is valuable aa 
 
PREFACE. Xiii 
 
 being the repository in which many of our best and most popular old songs, 
 which had been floating on the memory of generations, or at best but enjoying 
 the doubtful security of a ballad broadside, were fii-st preserved :— it is also 
 valuable as containing a number of songs by Ramsay himself, and by Ramsay's 
 contributors, the most distinguished of whom were Robert Crawfurd and 
 Hamilton of Bangour. Beyond this, its merits do not go ; for Ramsay unfor- 
 tunately had little reverence for antiquarian lore; numerous old ditties he 
 altered and remodelled according to his own discretion, without apparently the 
 slightest remorse, or without apprising the reader of the extent of the alter- 
 ations ; and throughout the whole four volimies he does not give a single note 
 or commentary, or even an author's name ! All that we have to guide us in 
 the work is the following notification affixed to the Index : ' The songs 
 marked C, D, H, L, M, O, &c., are new words by different hands ; X, the 
 authors unknown; Z, old songs; Q, old songs with additions.' Tlxis note, 
 meagre though it be, is yet of eminent service ; and the reader will see, in 
 glancing over the present compilation, of what use it has been in pointing out 
 the songs that were considered old in Ramsay's day, in specifying those that 
 had undergone alterations from his own pen, and in enabling us to guess at the 
 productions of his contributors. If it is to be lamented that Ramsay did not 
 favour us with any traditional information (which must have been rife in his 
 day), regarding the many old songs which he has preserved, let it never be 
 forgotten how much the lyric literature of the country owes to him— first, for 
 collecting and introducing to the upper circles of society (for his Miscellany, 
 as its title imports, aimed at the patronage of those who indulged in the then 
 aristocratic beverage of tea), many admirable rustic effusions that otherwise 
 might have remained unnoted or altogether perished, and, above all, for his 
 own contributions to the stock of Scottish song. These latter unquestionably 
 ' led the way ' to many of the triumphs that have since been achieved in modem 
 song- writing, and, after more than a century's trial, they still hold a foremost 
 rank in the dazzling and crowded scroll of the lyrical muse of Scotland. As 
 a song-writer, indeed, the author of ' The Gentle Shepherd ' is not surpassed 
 for honest warmth and heartiness of feeling and expression, while in the modu- 
 lation of his rhythm and style of versification, he has, we consider, no equal 
 among all his successors. In exquisite delicacy of ear, Ramsay appears to us 
 to be among Scottish poets what Milton is among English poets on the same 
 point— -unrivalled. 
 
 The number of editions through which the * Tea Table Miscellany ' ran, not 
 in Scotland only but in England, proves tliat Scottish song enjoyed, during the. 
 
early half of List century, a wide-spread popularity. In oonfinnatioa of thk, 
 and illustrative also of the fkshionable fiivour in which our natiTe lyrki wwb 
 held, William Thomson, a teacher of mouc in London, brought out in ITlft, a 
 collection of Scottish songs set to music, which hecallad * Orpheiu Caladonim,* 
 and dedicated to the Princess of Wales, afterwards oonsort of G«OT]g« II. la 
 1733 he published two other volumes, with the same title, the fixst dediostcd 
 
 • To the Queen,' and the second ' To her Grace the Duchess of Hamilton.* 
 Most of the songs in the ' Oriiheus Caledonius' are taken fktnn the *Te« Tsble 
 Miscellany," without acknowledgment ; and honest Allan thus good-temperedly 
 adverts to the circumstance in the preface to the * twelfth edition: ' * From this 
 and the following volume, Mr. Thomson (who is allowed by all to be a good t«Mher 
 and singer of Scots songs) culled his Orpheus Caledonios, the musick for both tlie 
 voice and flute, and the words of the songs finely engraTen in a iblio book,/ur 
 the use of persons of the highest qucdUy in Britain, and dedieal ed to ih* laU 
 Queen. This, by the bye, I thought proper to intimate, and do myself thai 
 justice which the publisher n^lected ; since he ought to liare acquainted his 
 illustrious list of subsa-ibers that the most of the songs were mine, the mmddc 
 abstracted.' 
 
 After the ' Tea Table Miscellany,' the roost important collection was DaTid 
 Herd's ' Ancient and Modem Scottish Songs, Heroic Ballads. Ao,' originally 
 published in 1769, in one volume, and afterwards in 1776, snlaiged to two 
 volumes. This collection the reader will find repeatedly l e fcii e d to in the 
 course of the present work, as the place where many of omr very best okl 
 Scottish songs first appeared in print. Herd was at once a most siiciosssftd and 
 most faithful collector.* ' The rough, the polished,' says Allan Conningbun, 
 'the rude, the courtly, the pure, the gross, the imperfect, and the complete, 
 were all welcome to honest and indiscriminating David— be loved them all, 
 and he published them all. He seemed to have an art of his own in finding 
 curious old songs: he was not a poet, and could not create them; be was no 
 wizard, and could not evoke them from the dust; yet he had the good fortune 
 to find them, and the courage to publish them without mitigation or abatement. 
 Whatever contained a vivid pictiire of old manners, whatever prsesnted a 
 
 * David Herd was a native of St. Gyms in Kincardineshire, bat spent mcst of his llfs as 
 clerk in an accountant's office in Edinburgh. He died in 1610, at ths ags of SSfS a tj-elgllt. 
 
 • He was known,' says Sir Walter Scott, ' and generally esteemed for his dl 
 common sense and antiquarian science, mixed with much good nature and (T 
 His hardy and antique mould of countenance, and his venerable grizzled locks, | 
 him, amongst his acquaintance, the name of Gregttta: 
 
lively image of other days, and whatever atoned for its freedom by its 
 humour, or for its indelicacy by its well-flavoured wit, was dear to the good old 
 Scotchman.' 
 
 Early in the year 1787, the first volume of Johnson's * Scots Musical 
 Museum' was published. This work was undertaken by James Johnson, 
 Engraver and Musicseller in Edinburgh, * at the suggestion of William Tytler 
 of Woodhouselee and Dr. Blacklock, and its professed object was 'to unite 
 the songs and music of Scotland in one general collection.' It was intended 
 to extend to two volumes only;t but before the first volume was completed, 
 Johnson got acquainted with Robert Burns, who was then in the zenith of 
 his popularity in Edinbiirgh — and from that hour the * Scots Musical Museum,' 
 which in all probability would have gone down to the dust, expanded its 
 wings, and became immortal. Every reader is familiar with the history of 
 Burns's life, and knows with what enthusiasm he entered into the spirit of 
 Johnson's undertaking, and afterwards of Mr. George Thomson's— the latter 
 a work more ambitious in its character, and much more select and elegant in 
 its design and execution. The services which he rendered to the lyric poetry of 
 his country, by restoring and animating with life and vigour many a half- 
 forgotten lay of the olden time, are incalculable; while his own contributions 
 to that much-loved department of literature — inimitable as they are for their 
 truth of feeling, simplicity and grace of expression, passionate tenderness, 
 exqmsite pathos, and felicitous humour— for ever constitute him the * High 
 Chief of Scottish Song.' No single sentence (and to such we are now limited,) 
 can express the obligations which the lyric literature of Scotland owes to 
 Robert Burns ; but with the present volume in his hand, the reader may 
 partly guess at these ; and here may be appropriately inscribed, as applicable 
 to the poet, the words of Sir Christopher Wren's epitaph in St. Paul's 
 cathedral — ' -Si monumentum requiras, circumspice '—' If you seek for his monu- 
 ment, look around.' 
 
 * Johnson died at Edinburgh in February, 1811, in indigent circumstances. He is said 
 to have been the first wbo engraved music on pewter, by which a great saving was effected. 
 The 'Museum' is engraved on pewter plates. 
 
 t Johnson's ' Museum' eventually ran the length of six volumes. The second was pub- 
 lished m 1788, the third in 1790, the fourth m 1792, the fifth m 1797 (a year after the poet's 
 death, but he had contributed largely to its contents before that event), and the sixth in 1803. 
 A new edition of the ' Museum' was brought out in 1839, with Notes by the late William 
 Stenhouse, and additional Illustrations by Mr. David Laing of Edinburgh. To these 
 Notes and Illustrations we have been much indebted for information in the course of 
 this work. 
 
Of the Collections of the present oentniy, w» ora bat faftrdj aUndle to th* 
 more important. In 1816 was printed at the Unirersity Prev of QlMtgam, in 
 
 2 Tols., ' The Pocket Encyclopedia of Songs '—a rather ralnable coUadkm, mmI 
 now extremely scarce. In 1819, was poUished at Paisley, ' The Harp of 
 Renfrewshire/ a work containing a large nomher of ' original ' song», and pro- 
 ceded by an ' Essay on the Poets of Renfrewshire,' from the pen of William 
 Motherwell, then a very young man. In 1821, Mr. John Stmthani Inoaght 
 out at Glasgow, his * Harp of Caledonia,' a rexy comprehenaiTe ooUectioo in 
 
 3 vols., accompanied by an able 'Essay on Scottish Songw riter s.' In 18i5 
 appeared at London, in 4 vols., ' The Songs of Scotland,' by Allan Connini^uun, 
 and in 1835, in 2 vols., < The Songs of England and Scotland,* by Peter Cimning- 
 ham, the latter work, though limited in its scope, a more fldthftil guide than 
 the former. In 1S29 Mr. Robert Chambers brooght oat at Edinborgh in S toIs. 
 his 'Scottish Songs,' a collection of great ralue, preceded by an * Historioal 
 Essay on Scottish Song,' written in the editor's osoal clear and discriminating 
 manner. To this list may be added two musical collections: R. A. Smith's 
 ' Scottish Minstrel,' Edinburgh, 1820, &c., 6 rols., and Mr. Peter Maoleod's 
 ' National Melodies,' Edinburgh, 1S3S. From all these works, the pnMBt pub- 
 lication has derived more or leas benefit; and it now humbly claims a pUoa by 
 their side, in the hope of being in its turn of service to Aiturs colleotora. 
 
 PREFATOBY NOTE TO THIS EDITION. 
 
 This edition of the Book of Scottish Sono is a reprint of the work originally 
 published in 1844, when it attained very extensive popularity. It has been in 
 continuous sale ever since, and is now re-iaeued, with a few minor comctions, 
 on a larger printed paper, and at a diminished price. 
 
 Glasgow, 1866. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 ■ TJie Songs marked + have never before been pi-inted. 
 
 Preface, 
 
 Essay on the Song- Writers of Scotland,., 
 
 .page vii 
 
 .. „ XXV 
 
 Page 
 A' body's like to be married, 253 
 
 A Boy's Song, 215 
 
 A canty Sang 419 
 
 ACogieo' Yill, 262 
 
 A famous man was Robin 
 
 Hood, 828 
 
 t " A good old Song," 97 
 
 A Lassie cam to our Gate, 107 
 
 A Lassie Fair, 273 
 
 t A Lassie's Wonders, 513 
 
 ALuUaby, .' 585 
 
 A Nursery Ehyme, 469 
 
 A red, red Rose, 85 
 
 A Rose-bud, 546 
 
 A Steed, a Steed, 424 
 
 A weary Lot is thine, 539 
 
 Awet Sheet, 271 
 
 A Wife o' my ain, 547 
 
 Absence, 399 
 
 Address to a Lady 805 
 
 Adieu, 596 
 
 Adieu for a while, 517 
 
 Adieu for evermore, 539 
 
 Adown winding Nith, 221 
 
 Advice to the Lasses, 312 
 
 Ae fond kiss, 428 
 
 Ae Happy Hour, Ill 
 
 African Song, 369 
 
 Af ton Water, 344 
 
 Ah, Chloris 16 
 
 Ah, the poor Shepherd, ... 48 
 
 Aikendrum, 418 
 
 Alake for the Lassie, 592 
 
 AU joy was bereft me, .... 315 
 
 AUen-a-dale, 74 
 
 Allister M'AUister, 212 
 
 Alloa House, 887 
 
 t Amang the Heather, — 304 
 
 And can thy Bosom, 258 
 
 Andro and his cutty Gun, . 191 
 
 Ane-and-twenty, Tarn, 561 
 
 Anna, 282, 531 
 
 Annie Laurie, 
 
 An thou were my ain thing, 
 
 Argyll is my name, 
 
 Arran Maid, 
 
 As gloaming was drawing, 
 
 As I cam' down, 
 
 At setting day, 
 
 Auchtertool, 
 
 Auld Gudeman — 
 
 Auld Janet Baird 
 
 Auld John Nichol 
 
 Auld Lang Syne, 
 
 t Auld Peter M'Gowan, . . . 
 
 Auld Rob Morris, 8 
 
 Auld Robin Gray, 
 
 Auld Uncle Watty 
 
 Away to the Mountains, . . 
 
 Back again, 462 
 
 Banks o' Doon, 86, 87 
 
 Bannocks o' Barley,. . .223, 278 
 
 Barbara Allan, 412 
 
 Barrochan Jean 108 
 
 Battle of Sheriff Muir, 168, 171 
 
 Bauldy Baird 275 
 
 t Beechen Tree, 142 
 
 Behave yoursel' before folk, 162 
 
 Behold the hour, 311 
 
 Beneath a gi-een shade,. . . 431 
 
 + Benlomond 131 
 
 Bess and her Wheel, 511 
 
 Bess the Gawkie, 17 
 
 Bessie, 423 
 
 Bessie Bell and Mary Gray, 362 
 Bessie's Lamentation, .... 297 
 
 Bet of Aberdeen, 487 
 
 Beware o' bonnie Ann,. . . . 182 
 
 Bide ye yet 4 
 
 Birks of Aberfeldy 623 
 
 Birks of Abergeldy, 522 
 
 Bimiebouzle, .' 509 
 
 Blackford Hill 684 
 
 Bleaching her claes, 694 
 
 Blink o'er the bum, 619 
 
 Blue bonnets over the 
 
 Border 15 
 
 Blue-e'ed Mary 448 
 
 Blue-eyed Anne 51, 295 
 
 Blj'the and cheerie 192 
 
 Bljlhe are we set 267 
 
 Blythe ha'e I been, 429 
 
 Blythe was she, 191 
 
 Boat Song 207 
 
 Bobbing John 681 
 
 t Bonnie Aggie Lang, 88 
 
 Bonnie Ann, 420 
 
 Bonnie Chirsty, 4 
 
 Bonnie Dundee, 674 
 
 Bonnie George Campbell, . 274 
 
 Bonnie Jean, 292, 603 
 
 Bonnie Jean mak's muckle, 576 
 
 Bonnie Jeannie Gray 488 
 
 Bonnie Lady Ann 20 
 
 Bonnie Lassie 248 
 
 Bonnie Lesley, 648 
 
 Bonnie Mary 822 
 
 Bonnie Mary Graeme, 290 
 
 Bonnie Mary Halliday,. .. 819 
 
 Bonnie Mary Hay, 7 
 
 Bonnie Mysie, 250 
 
 Bonnie Peggy 284 
 
 Bonnie Prince Charlie, ... 87 
 
 Bonnie Wee Thing, 484 
 
 tBorderSong 143 
 
 Bothwell Bank, 442 
 
 Braxfield Braes 689 
 
 Bring a' your Maut, 464 
 
 Broad Swords of Scotland, 64 
 Broom of Cowdenknows,. . 84 
 
 Brace's Address 160 
 
 Busk ye, Busk ye, *67 
 
 By Allan Sti-eam, 470 
 
 Ca'theYowes, W 
 
xviii 
 
 COKTENT8 OF THK BOOK OF BOOmSH BOSa 
 
 Cadogan'B Lament. 872 
 
 Calder Braes. **8 
 
 Caledonia 249. 480. 808 
 
 Caledonians.braTcand bold.sas 
 
 CaUum-a-Glen 158 
 
 Cameron's Welcome Hame, 888 
 
 Campaie Qlen 249 
 
 Can ye lo'e me 289 
 
 Captain Paton's Lament,.. 476 
 
 Captain Wedderbum 70 
 
 Carle, an the King come, .. 560 
 
 t Carle Time, 800 
 
 Canld Kail in Aberdeen, . . 287 
 
 Cessnock Banks 116 
 
 Charlie he^s my Darling,. . 88 
 
 Chai-ming Nancy 199 
 
 Cheerly , Soldier, 
 
 Cherry Valley 
 
 Clout the Caldron, 126 
 
 Cockie-leerie-la, 
 
 Cock up your Beaver 219 
 
 Coila'aBard, 874 
 
 f Cold, cold's the Hand, .. 
 
 Colin Clout, 
 
 Colonel Gardiner, 185 
 
 Come hame to your Lingels, 835 
 
 Come, let me take, 512 
 
 Come under my Ploidic, . . 82 
 
 Comin' thro' the Rye, 881 
 
 Connel and Flora 74 
 
 Contented wi' little, 77 
 
 Com Rigs, 165 
 
 Corunna's lone Shore 820 
 
 Courtship, 428 
 
 Cradle Song, 196 
 
 Craigie-bum-wood 209 
 
 Cromlefs Lilt, 220 
 
 Cnlloden, 894 
 
 Culloden Muir, 868 
 
 Cuttie^s Wedding 811 
 
 Daft Days, 676 
 
 Dainty Davie 98, 294 
 
 Dear Highland Laddie, ... 118 
 Dear Roger, if your Jenny, 556 
 
 Deil tak' the Wars 177 
 
 Deluded Swain 225 
 
 Despairing Mary, 564 
 
 Dinna think, bonnie La8sie,408 
 Dirge of a Highland Chief, 153 
 
 Dirge of Wallace, 58 
 
 Doctor Monroe, 536 
 
 Donald Caird, 168 
 
 Donald Couper , 27 
 
 Donald Ounn. 
 
 Donald is no more. 
 
 Donald Macdonald, 
 
 Donald MacgiUavry 
 
 Donald of Dondec, 
 
 Doon the Bnrn, Darie, . . . 
 Dowie in the hint o' haini. 
 
 Draw the Sword, ~ 
 
 Dnunliihie Mary 
 
 DrygateBrig 
 
 Dombarton's bonnie Deli,. 
 
 Dumbarton's Drama, 
 
 DoneanOray 
 
 Doncan M'Clearj, 
 
 Dondee.— The bonnie Bed- 
 
 etdale Lassie, 
 
 Dnnoon 
 
 Earl March 110 
 
 Eliza, 
 
 t EmijEprant's Death Song. . 
 
 Eskdale Braes, ~ 
 
 Ettrick Banks, 1 
 
 Evan Banks, 
 
 Exile of Uldoonan, 
 
 Fair Eliza, 
 
 Fairest of her Days, 
 
 Fair fa' the Lasses, 416 
 
 Fair Helen 297 
 
 Fair in Kinrara 
 
 Fairly shot of her 
 
 Fair modest Flower 
 
 Fare thee weel, 
 
 tFareweU 
 
 Farewell to Avondale 
 
 Farewell to Ayrshire. 
 
 Farewell to Funery, 
 
 Farewell to the Land, 407 
 
 Farewell to Whiskey 240 
 
 f Farewell, ye haunts of Joy, 496 
 Farewell, ye Streams, .... 470 
 Fare ye weel. my Aold Wife, 18 
 
 Far, faraway, 8M 
 
 Fee him. Father, l 
 
 f Fishing Song, T9 
 
 Fora'that »4 
 
 For ever. Fortune 94 
 
 Forget na', dear Lassie, ... 167 
 
 For lack of Gold, 120 
 
 Forlorn, my Love M6 
 
 Gae to the Kie wi* me 864 
 
 Gala Water, , 489 
 
 0«|]o«»y Tlia, .. 
 Otturylioni,. 
 
 OentjTttiby 
 
 0«C vp^ Ondewito... . . 
 
 Oi'siMaLMs, , 
 
 Oikbroy 
 
 Ota e'er Tm In love, . 
 Ote y 
 
 OlwdBColhtf Apron,.... Ml 
 
 OlMMny. in 
 
 Olandoehart Tato, 188 
 
 OI«n-D» B'AIbya. lit 
 
 Olea-Om, Mi 
 
 Oloamln' 888 
 
 Oloomy WlnUr.. ITt 
 
 Gloomy WlBUfseoBM,... Bit 
 
 Good Bight and )oy^ 888 
 
 OotoBMnHduJohaals... 871 
 
 OotohiiD,tbaB, m 
 
 tOfee. Bul xt Am, grse, 8 
 
 Oreen Owrea, US 
 
 tOodeOoldsmamToea,.. «ST 
 Oudewif e, eooni Um LawiB.fiM 
 
 Babble's frM hUM. S47 
 
 HadlaCaT*. tU 
 
 Ha'eyeseen, SOOtfTT 
 
 HaUowfalr 100 
 
 HalnekeiMef. 181 
 
 Hame,. 
 
 Nell. ao 
 
 Handsome Katie, 118 
 
 Hap and Bow 440 
 
 Hapma wl' thy Petticoat,. 808 
 
 Happy Friendship, ITT 
 
 Haodawa* IN 
 
 Heather Jock. f1« 
 
 He is gone on the Mounlaln.BW 
 Helen of KirkeonneU,.... Vt 
 
 tHenry HO 
 
 Her bine roUln B*e,. VI 
 
 Her bonnls black B*e, 818, ITI 
 
 Her Klaa waa soft, 188 
 
 tHerName 78 
 
 Here awa*. there awa*,. . . . 887 
 
 Here U the Olen. MS 
 
 Hflve'sa Health 180. Mf 
 
 Here's to thee, my Scottish 
 
CONTENTS OP THE BOOK OF SCOTTISH SONG. 
 
 xlx 
 
 Page 
 Here's to the King, sir, . . . 568 
 
 He's owre the Hills, 214 
 
 Hey for a Lass 121 
 
 Hey, how, my Johnnie lad, 625 
 
 Hey, Jenny 84 
 
 Hey, my bonnie wee Lassie, 10 
 Hey the Hielan Heather, . 264 
 
 Hie, bonnie Lassie, 298 
 
 t Hie to the Woodlands, hie, 225 
 
 Highland Coronach, 383 
 
 Highland Harry, 465 
 
 Highland Mary, 49, 381 
 
 Highland Minstrel Boy, . . 8 
 Highland Mother's Lament,592 
 
 Highland Whiskey, 239 
 
 HiU of Locheil 395 
 
 Honest Men, 288 
 
 Hooly and Fairly, 29, 30 
 
 How ardently my Bosom,, 288 
 How blythely the Pipe,. . . 161 
 How can my Poor Heart,. 146 
 \ How early I woo'd thee, . 544 
 How eerily, how drearily,. 251 
 
 How hard's the fate 308 
 
 How sweet this lone Vale, 442 
 Hun-a for the Highlands, . 270 
 Hush, ye rude Breezes,. . . 309 
 
 If on Earth, 268 
 
 I am married, 594 
 
 I ance knew Content 195 
 
 I cam' o'er the Muir, 481 
 
 + " I canna be fashed,". ... 440 
 
 I I canna sleep, 228 
 
 1 1 canna smile, 867 
 
 I di-eam'd I lay, 60 
 
 I gaed a waefu' Gate, 121 
 
 I I had a Dream 78 
 
 I had a Horse 371 
 
 I ha'e lost my Love, 355 
 
 I ha'e nae Kith, 864 
 
 I I have listen'd 249 
 
 I heard the evening Linnet's 
 
 Voice, 385 
 
 I kenna what's come o'er 
 
 him, 467 
 
 I lo'ed ne'er a laddie butane,337 
 
 I'll awa' hame, 164 
 
 m aye ca' in, 102 
 
 I'll cheer up my Heart, ... 855 
 ril gar our Gudeman, .... 43 
 
 I'll gar ye be fain, 517 
 
 I'll lo'e thee, Annie, 181 
 
 I'll never leave thee, 505 
 
 I'll never love thee more, . 
 
 I'll no wake, 
 
 ril tend thy Bower 
 
 I'U twine a Wreath, 
 
 t I'm naebody noo, 
 
 I mark'd a Gem, 
 
 I'm ower young 
 
 t I'm wandering wide 
 
 I neither gat, 
 
 + I've loved thee, Love 
 
 t I.wander'd alane, 
 
 I I winna be weel, 
 
 I winna gang back, 
 
 In airy Dreams, 
 
 Indian Death Song, 
 
 In Summer when the Hay, 
 
 In yon Garden, 
 
 lona, 
 
 tlsabeU, 39, 
 
 Is your War-pipe asleep,. . 
 
 It fell on a Morning, 
 
 It is na, Jean, 
 
 It's no that thou'rt bonnie, 
 t " It's weel it's na waur," . 
 
 97 
 
 Jamie, 214 
 
 Jamie frae Dundee 624 
 
 Jamie Gay 176 
 
 Jamie o' the Glen 286 
 
 Janet, 379 
 
 Janet and me, 247 
 
 Janet Dunbar 224 
 
 Janet Macbean 265 
 
 t Jeanie Graham 251 
 
 Jeanie Graham, 819 
 
 Jeanie Morrison, 50 
 
 Jeanie's black E'e, 308 
 
 Jeannie's Bosom 677 
 
 Jenny dang the Weaver,. . 219 
 
 Jenny's Bawbee, 60, 61 
 
 Jessie 133 
 
 Jessie o' the Dell 43 
 
 Jock o' Hazeldean, 22 
 
 Jockey, 176 
 
 Jockey fou, Jenny fain,. . . 461 
 
 Jockie's far awa', 163 
 
 Jockie's ta'en the parting 
 
 Kiss, 440 
 
 Jocky met wi' Jenny, 145 
 
 Jocky said to Jfenny, 145 
 
 John Anderson, my Jo, . . . 54 
 John, come kiss me now,. . 578 
 
 John Grumlie, 464 
 
 John Hay's bonnie Lassie, 504 
 
 Pace 
 
 John Highlandman 44 
 
 John Maut, 154 
 
 John o' Badenyon, 75 
 
 John Tod, 154 
 
 Johnnie and Mary 801 
 
 Johnnie Cope, 129 
 
 Johnnie's Grey Breeks, ... 446 
 
 Julia, 686 
 
 Jumpin' John 868 
 
 Kail Brose of Old Scotland, 
 
 Kate of Aberdeen, 
 
 Kate of Gowrie, 
 
 Kath'rine Ogie, 
 
 Katie's Answer, 
 
 Katy 
 
 Keep the Country, 
 
 Kelvin Grove 
 
 Killiecrankie, 
 
 Kind Robin lo'es me, 
 
 Kirk wad let me be 
 
 Know'st thou the Land, . . 
 
 Lady Onlie, 
 
 Laddie, oh, leave me, 
 
 Langsyne, beside 
 
 Lament, 
 
 Lament for Jamie, 
 
 Lament for the Bards,. . . . 
 Lament of Flora M'Donald, 
 
 Lanark MUls, 
 
 Land of my Fathers 
 
 Land o' the Leal, 
 
 Landlady, count the Lawin^ 
 
 Lass, gin ye lo'e me, 
 
 Lass, gin ye wad lo'e, 
 
 Lassie, lie near me, 
 
 Lassie wi' the Untwhite 
 
 Locks, 
 
 Lassie wi' the raven Locks, 
 Lassie, would ye lo'e me, . 
 Last May a braw Wooer, . 
 Lauchie's Promotions, — 
 
 Lay of the Hopeless 
 
 Leader haughs and Yarrow, 
 
 Leddie Anne, 
 
 Lenachen's Farewell, 
 
 Let me in this ae Night, . . 
 
 Let Topers Sing 
 
 Lewis Gordon 
 
 Life aye has been, . 
 Life's a Fanght. . . . 
 
 Lizy Liberty 
 
 Lizzy Lindsay, .... 
 
 349 
 406 
 91 
 ,668 
 886 
 
 296 
 480 
 861 
 
 78 
 
 as9 
 
 402 
 278 
 29 
 
COKTEKTB OF THE BOOK OF SOOTrXBR SOVO. 
 
 Lochaber 137 
 
 Loch Catherine, 287 
 
 Loch Enoch Side 841 
 
 Loch-na-gar 869 
 
 Logan Braes, >* 
 
 Logan Water, 36 
 
 Logie o' Bachan, 448 
 
 Lord Gregory, 670 
 
 Loudon 'a bonnie Woods, . . 41 
 
 Louisa's bat a Lassie, S5S 
 
 Love 876 
 
 t Love at Thirty-nine 668 
 
 Love inviting Reason, .... 460 
 
 Love is timid 198 
 
 Lovely Davies, 484 
 
 Lovely Mary 401 
 
 Lovely Polly Stewart, .... 661 
 
 Love's Adieu, 888 
 
 Love's Constancy, 469 
 
 Love's like a Dizziness, . . US 
 Low down f the Brume, . . 86 
 
 Low Germanie, 116 
 
 Lucky Nancy 
 
 Lucy's Flittin", 70 
 
 Lullaby, 287 
 
 Macgrdgor's Gathering, . . 157 
 
 Maclaine 279 
 
 Macpherson's Farewell, ... 846 
 
 Macpherson's Bant 846 
 
 Maggie Lauder, 269 
 
 Maggie Maclane 902 
 
 Maggie's Tocher, 84 
 
 Maid of my Heart, 28 
 
 Marion 897 
 
 Mark yonder Pomp, 177 
 
 Marriage and the Care ot, 206 
 
 t Married the Mom 676 
 
 Mary 296, 876 
 
 IMary 892 
 
 Mary Cowley 267 
 
 MaryDhu 
 
 tMar>'GilI, 
 
 t Mary Gray 662 
 
 Mary Lee's Lament, 696 
 
 Mary Macneil, 892 
 
 Mary Morison 49 
 
 Mary.O, 298 
 
 Mary of Castle-Cary, 9 
 
 MaryS<^t 466 
 
 t Mary Shaw 668 
 
 Mary Shearer 215 
 
 Mary's Dream 
 
 Mary's Grave, 
 
 Haryt twft Lo?m 
 
 ilda, 447* 
 
 Matrimonial Hai»pine«,.. 801 
 
 Mtg&Uailej 214 
 
 Menie, 447 
 
 Xexry may. the Keel row, . 117 
 
 Miss Weir. Ml 
 
 MoirUnd Willie. 8t 
 
 My ain bonnie M«7. ^* 
 
 My ain Coontrie. UT.UB 
 
 My ain dear Lend, Of 
 
 My ein Firedde. 190 
 
 MyeinWife^ 184 
 
 MyAoldMan, flO 
 
 MyBeede, 87 
 
 tXy bonnie Lassie^ dead. 411 
 
 My bonnie Mary SU 
 
 My bonnie Wife, 171 
 
 My Boy, Tammy 474 
 
 My Dearie, if thon dee, .. . «• 
 
 My dear litUe Lanie. 486 
 
 My faithful Somebody.. ... 408 
 
 My Fiddle and me. 179 
 
 tMyfintand last Lore... 290 
 My Goddess, Woman, .... 486 
 
 MyGudeman, 678 
 
 My Heart's in the Hi8hlands.89 
 
 My Heart's my ain 986 
 
 My Heather Land 419 
 
 My Held is like to rend,.. U9 
 
 My Highland Home, 6 
 
 My Highland Vale. 961 
 
 My Jamie, 979 
 
 My Jeanie and I, 617 
 
 MyJoJanet, 40 
 
 My Johnnie, Ill 
 
 My Lady's Gown, 640 
 
 My Love, 409 
 
 My Love is but a Lassie,612, 648 
 My Love's in Germany,.. . 406 
 
 My Lowland Bride 480 
 
 tMy Mammy 181 
 
 My Mary 110 
 
 My Mither bids me bind.*. 408 
 
 My Mither men't 166 
 
 My Nannie, O, 9 
 
 My Nannie's awa*. 809 
 
 tMy NaUve Land 880 
 
 My only Jo and Dearie. O, 6 
 
 My Peggy's Face. 181 
 
 My Sheep I neglected. .... 184 
 
 My Spouse, Nancy 41 
 
 My sweet wee Laddie «6 
 
 My Wife has U'en the Gee, 7 
 
 My Wife's a waal 
 
 Thinic 
 
 My Wife shall ha'e 
 My Wife sbe dam ■ 
 tMyotTs lofty Brow, 
 
 Mae LMk about the RoMt. Ill 
 
 Mae mair well meal, m 
 
 Mttney.. 114 
 
 Man of Lofia Orean, OS 
 
 WadraraladwHa. §0 
 
 MatHa Land,. dM 
 
 'Neath tha Ware, 401 
 
 tMddpath.. 89 
 
 Nieol Jarvla's Jooney. .. . 9M 
 
 Nora's Tow, U 
 
 Norland Joekay W 
 
 t Not the Swan on the Laka. iU 
 
 Now. Janny, f aas, Wi 
 
 Nowlaaelylslt. «• 
 
 Mow SprlBf atala. 4M 
 
 O. an yaaUapincMacgle, Ml 
 
 O.aalwaakial. Ut 
 
 ObtoUMrSandla. m 
 
 tOcomawtthma. < 
 
 O. dinna think though we. 
 
 Onidwlie, 
 
 Oglnlwere,. ] 
 
 OginmyLova, < 
 
 O gin ye wan bal nlna, . . 
 
 O give me the Bar, I 
 
 Ogn" 
 
 tot 
 
 OJ 
 
 O. KenmnnrsoB and awif , M 
 O Lasala I lo'a daarsat, ... m 
 O lay thy Loofia mine,... HO 
 
 O, leaTO me not, 176 
 
 t O Leese me on tha Oln. 486 
 
 tOLoredalighta, 106 
 
 O MaUy-i meek.. 486 
 
 O Mary, tnm awa*,. 414 
 
 O Mary, ye'se be clad...... 666 
 
 O. my Lore's bonnie,. 141 
 
 O Nancy's Hair. 896 
 
 O saft ia the Blink 0^ thine 
 
 £'g 400 
 
 Osairltiie. 106 
 
 0«awye my Father 41? 
 
 O. saw ye the Laas, 74 
 
 O, take me to yon aonny Iale460 
 
CONTENTS OF THE BOOK OF SCOTTISH SONO. 
 
 O tell me how to woo thee, 
 O that I had ne'er married, 
 O the Ewe - bughting's 
 
 bonnie, 
 
 O the weary Siller, 
 
 O thou hast seen, 
 
 O Tibbie, 
 
 O wake thee, 
 
 O wat ye wha cam' here 
 
 Yestreen, 
 
 0, wat ye wha's 
 
 weel's me, 
 
 b, were I on Parnassus,.. . 
 
 O, wha's that, 
 
 0, where, tell me where, . . 
 
 O, whistle, 334, 
 
 O ye wha here, 
 
 Och, hey, Johnnie Lad, . . . 
 
 October Winds, 
 
 O'er Hill and Dale roamin', 
 O'er the mist-shrouded, .. . 
 
 O'er the Mountain, 
 
 O'er the Muir, 
 
 O'er the Muir to Maggy, . . 
 O'er the Water to Charlie, 
 
 Of a' the Airts, 
 
 Oh, dinna ask me, 
 
 tOh, Helen dear, 
 
 Oh hone a ri, 
 
 Oh, how could I venture,. . 
 
 Oh,Ilo'ed 
 
 Oh ono chri oh, 
 
 Oh, Poverty, 
 
 Old King Coul, 
 
 Old Long Syne, 
 
 Old Nanny's Song, 
 
 Old Scotland, 
 
 Omnia vincit amor, 
 
 One day I heard Mary, 
 
 One Star of the Morning, . 
 On the Death of Burns, . . . 
 On the wild Braes of Calder, 
 On Whitsimday Morning, . 
 
 On wi' the Tartan 
 
 Open the Door to me, 
 
 Oscar's Ghost, 
 
 t Our ain Land, 
 
 Our bonnie Scots Lads, .. . 
 
 Our Gudeman, 
 
 Our Gudeman cam' Hame, 
 tOur Gudeman's an unco 
 
 Body 
 
 Ours is the Land, 
 
 Owcr Bogie, 
 
 Patie and Peggie, 528 
 
 Patie's Wedding, 836 
 
 Peggie, 113, 114, 549 
 
 Peggy and Patie, 314 
 
 Peggy, I must love thee,. . 498 
 Peggy, now the king's come, 660 
 
 + Phemie 487 
 
 Phillis the Fak, 221 
 
 Phoebe Graeme, 139 
 
 Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, . . 157 
 
 Pinkie House 602 
 
 Po'k-head Wood 469 
 
 Polwarth on the Green, . . 123 
 
 Pompey 's Ghost, 174 
 
 Poor little Jessie, 590 
 
 Poor Mary, 299 
 
 t Poor me, 143 
 
 Prestwick Drum, 439 
 
 Prince Charles Edward, . . 306 
 
 Puii-tith Cauld, 371 
 
 Push about the Glass, — 684 
 
 Queen Mary's Lament, ... 882 
 
 Raven's Stream 888 
 
 Red gleams the Sun, 257 
 
 Red is the Rose, 895 
 
 Remembrance, 404 
 
 Reply 529 
 
 Rest awhile with me, 333 
 
 Rigs o' Barley, 166 
 
 Robin shure in Haii-st, — 531 
 
 Rob Macgregor, 275 
 
 Rob Roy Macgregor, 246 
 
 Rob's Jock, 88 
 
 Romance of Dunois, 90 
 
 Roslin Castle, 174, 175 
 
 Row weel, my Boatie, .... 216 
 
 Royal Charlie 491 
 
 Roy's Wife, 8 
 
 Sae flaxen were her Ringlet8,21 
 
 Sae merry as we ha'e been, 303 
 
 Sae will we yet, 267 
 
 Sailor and Shepherdess, . . 25 
 
 + Sailor's Wife's Song 858 
 
 Sanct Mungo, 587 
 
 Sandy, 380 
 
 Sandy Allan 410 
 
 Sandyford Ha', 591 
 
 Saw ye nae my Peggy, 158 
 
 Say not the Bard, 285 
 
 Scornfu' Nancy 8 
 
 Scotia's Sons 192 
 
 xxl 
 
 Scotland 97 
 
 Scotland and Charlie,. 826, 867 
 
 t Scotland Dear, 266 
 
 Scotland's HUls, 68 
 
 Scotland yet 247 
 
 See the Moon, 87 
 
 She is a winsome wee Thing,497 
 
 She left us 444 
 
 She rose and let me in,. .. . 244 
 
 She's fair and fause, 272 
 
 Shon M'Nab, 148 
 
 Sing on, 123 
 
 Sing on, sing on, 21 
 
 Slichtit Nancy, 101 
 
 Sly Widow Skinner 683 
 
 Soldier, rest, 232 
 
 Somebody, 42, 199 
 
 Some love to roam, 480 
 
 Song of Death, 64 
 
 t Song of the Stars, 342 
 
 Song to Maria 218 
 
 Sorrow and Song 253 
 
 Speak not of Love, 820 
 
 St. Andrew's Day, 185 
 
 t St. Mango's Kirk-yard,. . 564 
 
 Strathallan'a Lament 182 
 
 Strathbungo Jean, 198 
 
 Strephon and Lydia 445 
 
 Such a Parcel of Rogues,. . 61 
 
 Summer Wooing, 380 
 
 Sweet Annie, 660 
 
 Sweet Betty 519 
 
 Sweet is the Dawn, 687 
 
 + Sweet Jeanie Lass 78 
 
 Sweet May 688 
 
 Sweet Robin, 673 
 
 Sweet's the Dew, 257 
 
 Sweel Susan 854 
 
 Sweet the Bard 482 
 
 Symon and Janet, 94 
 
 Symon Brodie 99 
 
 Tak* it, Man, tak' it 248 
 
 Tak' tent now, Jean Ill 
 
 TamGlen, 92 
 
 Tarn o' the Balloch 57 
 
 Ta Offish 149 
 
 Tarry woo, 496 
 
 Taste Life's glad Moments, 187 
 
 Tee-total Song 256 
 
 t Tell me, Dear tT. . . 625 
 
 Tell me, thou Soul, 86 
 
 t The Auld Brig-stane 471 
 
 The Auld Cloak 91 
 
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 XXii OOXTET 
 ♦ Thp Anld Folks. . .... 881 
 
 re or THC BOOK or toorm 
 The Brier Bash^ 6 
 
 IB Mara. 
 
 The nowwm o< tb« yWMt 
 TheFolka4Ua4oni.... 
 
 TtaeOalteatWeaw...... 
 
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 U7 
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 If 
 871 
 
 9M 
 iM 
 
 • 
 
 The Aald Oademan,. . 100, 679 
 
 The Auld HiKhlan' Piper.. 801 
 The Auld Man's Lam'ent, . 8i5 
 
 The Auld Man's Mear MB 
 
 t The Antmnn Leayes,. . . . 800 
 
 The Banks of Nlth £61 
 
 The Banks of Tarf, 888 
 
 t The Banks of Tay 4fiO 
 
 The Banks of the Dee 188 
 
 The Banks of the Devon,. . 908 
 t The Banks of the Esk, .. S81 
 The Banks 0' Olaizart. ... 98S 
 
 tTheBarn.0 874 
 
 The Barring o' the Door,. . 99 
 
 The Bashf u* Wooer, 886 
 
 The Beggar, 818 
 
 tT1iehrl«ht8anluulgtT«n, tfO 
 
 The Broomy Bne, STt 
 
 The BodoB the Brier..... IM 
 The Biinipw...r.T. Mff 
 
 The Bosh aboon Xnqwdr. U 
 
 The Campbell^ Pfbneh... M 
 
 The Campde LMrie. SIT 
 
 The CttpOm Hontamaa. . . MT 
 The Cardin* o\, 4W 
 
 neglMaj Night. 
 
 TlM Ofavhadnae FTMdoi 
 TheOraay^ 
 
 TkeOndeFftiBMr. 
 
 TbeOBld.OiiidWlfa..... 
 
 TkeBamrOowB. 
 
 The Harper of Moll. 
 
 Tke Hawthon TM*. 
 
 The Healhar Ben. 
 
 TheBealhthteMgM,... 
 Tbe Healhy Ban. 
 
 The HlfhfaMd ChMBcUr^ 
 TheHighludLUdto.... 
 
 The Highlaad Maid. 
 
 The Highland ()Beea. ... . 
 *The Highland Seer...... 
 
 The Highland Widow.... 
 tTheHUtoefOaledenia,. 
 The Hilto of the HeaUMT. 
 TbeHiUaoftheHlghlandi 
 TheBiUao'Oallowa'..... 
 The Hene of ay fathen 
 TheHovttfLova, 
 
 The Hi»band*t Bong..... 
 Tb« Tagit fN4«. ....--t- - 
 
 TheCarle, M 
 
 t The eaald Winter^ fUM. «» 
 
 The Caoldrife Wooer. U9 
 
 The^ChelaeaPeMtoaeit... UB 
 The Circle of Friendahip, . m 
 The Cock Laird, tl8 
 
 The Crogie tt%, Ml 
 
 The Collier Laddie. Ml 
 
 The Collier's bonnie T eerie. tU 
 
 The Cooper of fife, Mi 
 
 The Corbie and Crmw, .... 4M 
 
 The Cottai's Sang. fU 
 
 The Country Laia, 80i 
 
 The CoTenantei'a Lameot, 100 
 The CoTCOMiter's Tomb,. . 866 
 
 The Crook and Plaid 808 
 
 The Curler's Song 866 
 
 The Dainty bit Plan.. 870 
 
 The Big-bellied Bottle,.... 678 
 The Birks of Invcrmay, . . 47 
 
 The Black Eagle 151 
 
 The Black-e'ed Lassie,. ... 674 
 The BUck-haired Laddie, 891 
 
 The Blaithrie o't, 618 
 
 t The Blind Lassie 231 
 
 The Bloom hath fled 684 
 
 The Blythsome Bridal,. ... 99 
 
 The Blythsome Lad 662 
 
 The Boatie Rows, 238 
 
 The Bonnie Bride, 822 
 
 The days o' Anld LanRiyBe, 880 
 f The Daye of my Youth,. . 489 
 The Days of old. 881 
 
 The Bonnie Bruckit Lassie, 870 
 The Bonnie House o' Airly, 546 
 The Bonnie Moor-hen,.... 862 
 The Bonnie Red Ribbon,.. 834 
 The Bonnie Rowan Bush,. 896 
 The Bonnie Scot, 602 
 
 The dear Utile Laeiie,.... 488 
 The DecelTer, 688 
 
 The Dell cam' Flddlln'. .. . 180 
 
 The Deukg dang o^er, 688 
 
 The Dowie Dens of Yarrow, 460 
 The Dumfries Volonteen,. 686 
 The Dusty Miller,. 178 
 
 tThe Bonnie Scotch Lass, 452 
 + The Bonnie Wee Wifle, . . 472 
 The Braes aboon Bonaw, . 210 
 
 The Braes o' Bedlay, 844 
 
 The Braes of Ballahun,. . . 116 
 The Braes of BaUochmyle, 688 
 The Braes of Branksome,. 481 
 The Braes of Mar, 858 
 
 TheJUtadVyBP^ 
 
 The JoyfO* Widower...... 
 
 The kind Breath (/ aawae 
 The Kiaahiat the Door. 
 The Ladled Svwlng Song 
 The'Lad thai'a far awa'. . 
 The Lady of my Heart, .. 
 The Lady of my Lore, .. . 
 The Laird o'Cockpen..... 
 
 The Laird or Lamington.. 
 
 The T^and for me 
 
 t The Dying Girl's Sotog, . . 668 
 The Emigrants CompVdnt, 60 
 The Emlgranfe Farewell.. 88 
 The Emigrant's Farewell.. 468 
 
 The Evening Shade 884 
 
 The Evening Star,. ... 114. 880 
 The Ewe Bughts, 88 
 
 The Braes of Yarrow, . 466, 467 
 
 The Braes o' Glenilfer 166 
 
 The Brakens wi' me, 165 
 
 The Breist-knota, 284 
 
 The Ewie, 88 
 
 The Farewell 890, 404, S78 
 
 The Flittin' o' the Oow.... 876 
 The Flower o' Dnmblane,. 168 
 The Flower of Caledonia, . 190 
 
 The Flower of Yarrow 464 
 
 The Flowers of Edinburgh, 866 
 
 The bricht Star 106 
 
 The Bridal Day lo 
 
 The Land o' Boanete Bine, 
 
 The Land o'Cakee, 
 
 tTheLandofOakea.. 
 
 Xhe I^ark 
 
 Tlie Bridal o't 860 
 
 The Bride cam' out o* the 
 Byre, 65 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 CONTEN 
 
 Page 
 
 t The Lark and Wren 234 
 
 t The Lass ayont the Hill, 181 
 
 The Lasses a* leugh, 556 
 
 The LasBie by the Loch,. . 414 
 
 The Lassie o' the Glen 298 
 
 The Lass o' Arranteenie, . . 272 
 tThe Lass o' Cambuslang, 127 
 t The Lass o' Carron side, . 543 
 The Lass of Ballochmyle,. 473 
 
 The Lass of Gowrie, 535 
 
 The Lass of Pittenween, . . 534 
 The Lass o' Haddington,. . 289 
 The Lass o' Isla, 186 
 
 TS OF THE BOOK OF SC( 
 The Non-descript 
 
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 843 
 66 
 45 
 254 
 
 14 
 
 293 
 354 
 507 
 451 
 198 
 378 
 
 , HI' 
 688 
 
 ,110 
 124 
 569 
 455 
 17 
 891 
 .59 
 417 
 807 
 53 
 475 
 377 
 133 
 69 
 391 
 
 ,882 
 532 
 265 
 253 
 152 
 
 ,211 
 627 
 16 
 217 
 
 ,360 
 252 
 228 
 637 
 185 
 848 
 144 
 432 
 109 
 572 
 282 
 139 
 349 
 424 
 403 
 507 
 
 H SONG. XXlll 
 Pace 
 
 The Old Maid 
 
 The Totums 78 
 
 The Old Man's Song, .... 
 
 The Old Scotch Air, 
 
 t The Old Scottish Gentle 
 man 
 
 The Troops were embarked, 850 
 t The Try sting Tree, . . 86, 426 
 The Trystin' Tree, 416 
 
 The Tweed 269 
 
 The Plaidie 
 
 The unco bit Want, 322 
 
 The unco Grave 888 
 
 The Ploughman, 
 
 The Poor Man, 
 
 The Unhappy Father, .... 284 
 The Vale of Clyde 848 ''* 
 
 The Posie, 
 
 The Pride o' the Glen, . . . 
 
 The Primrose blooms 
 
 t The Prince's Street Beau 
 The Quern Lilt, 
 
 TheWaefu' Heart, 528 
 
 The Waes of Scotland, 866, 486 
 The Waits, 893 
 
 The Lass o' Livingstone, . . 305 
 The Lass o' Netherlee,. .- . 297 
 The Lass o' Patie's Mill, . . 372 
 The Lass o' Preston Mill, . 264 
 
 The Lass's Wardrobe, 126 
 
 The Lass that made the Bed,441 
 •The Lawlands of HoUand, 107 
 + The leal Hght Heait, .... 421 
 The Lee Rig, 3 
 
 The Wanderer's Return, . . 810 
 
 TheWanter, <.... 277 
 
 The Wanton Wife 93 
 
 The Rantin' Highlandmar 
 
 The rinaway Bride 
 
 The Robin's Testament, . 
 
 The Rose in Yarrow 
 
 The Rose of Allandale, ... 
 The Rover o' Lochryan, . 
 The Rowan Tree, 
 
 The Want o' Siller, 127 
 
 The Waukin' 0' the Fauld, 27 
 
 The Way for to woo, 840 
 
 The Wearie Bodie 276 
 
 The weary Pund o' Tow, . . 560 
 The Weaver 330 
 
 tThe Scotch Blue-beU, .. 
 The Scotsman's Farewell, 
 The Scottish Blue Bells,. 
 t The Secret Lover 
 
 The Light of Glen Fruin, . 321 
 The Light of the Moon, .. . 487 
 
 Tlie Lily of the Vale, 339 
 
 The Linnet, 256 
 
 The Weaver's Wife 229 
 
 The Wedding Day, 460 
 
 The Wee Auld Man, 261 
 
 The Wee German Lairdie, 520 
 
 t The Wee Lassie, 468 
 
 The Weel-tocher-d Lass,.. 291 
 
 The Wee Primrose, ^ 829 
 
 The Wee Wifukie '. 76 
 
 t The Setting Sun, 
 
 The Shepherd Boy, 
 
 The Shepherd's Song, ... 
 The Shipwreck, 
 
 The Lomond, 36f 
 
 The lovely Lass of Inverness,32 
 The lovely Lass of Inverness,33 
 
 The Lover's Salute, 177 
 
 + The Maid I lo'e, 130 
 
 The Silken-snooded Lassie 
 The Siller Crown, 
 
 The Wliite Cockade, 44 
 
 t The Widow's ae bit Lassie, 467 
 t The Widow sae Young,. . 595 
 t The Widow's Dream, .... 464 
 The Widow's Lament, .... 11 
 The Wild Glen, 541 
 
 The Maid of Dunmore, — 164 
 The Maid of Glenconnel,. . 859 
 
 The Maid of Islay, 826 
 
 tThe Maid o' Montrose, . . 691 
 The Maid's Remonstrance, 187 
 The Makin' o' the Hay, ... 882 
 The Man in Aberdeen, .... 523 
 The Mariner, 438 
 
 The Simmer Mom, 
 
 The Simmer Sun, 
 
 The Smiling Plains, 
 
 The Social Cup 192 
 
 The Soldier's Grave, 
 
 The Soldier's Return, 
 
 The Spinning o't, 293 
 
 The Spinnin' Wheel, 
 
 The Star of Glengai-ry 
 
 The Stuarts of Appin, 
 
 The Sun had slipped, 
 
 The Window Pane, 878 
 
 The Winter of Life, 611 
 
 The Winter sat lang 101 
 
 The Witch on the Brae, .. . 189 
 
 The Women Fo'k 508 
 
 The Wood of Craigie-lea,. . 827 
 The Woodlark, 226 
 
 The Mason Laddie, 119 
 
 The Mermaiden, 401 
 
 The meri-y Ploughman, ... 546 
 
 The Midges Dance, 407 
 
 t The mighty Munro, 131 
 
 The Miller . 178 
 
 t The woods o' castle Doune,431 
 The Woods of Dunmore, 81,265 
 The Wren, 513 
 
 The Thistle, 
 
 The Minstrel, 373 
 
 t The Thistle 
 
 The Minstrel sleeps, 16 
 
 The Mitherless Bairn, .... 589 
 
 The Month of July 587 
 
 t The Mountaineer's Death, 486 
 The Nabob, 104 
 
 The Thistle and the Rose, 
 The Thistle of Scotland, . . 
 The Thorn Tree, 
 
 The Years of Youth, 289 
 
 The Year that's awa', 159 
 
 The Yellow-hair' d Laddie, 814 
 t The Yellow-haired Laddie,489 
 The Yoimg Laird and Edin- 
 burgh Katie S86 
 
 t The Three Lasses, 
 
 The tither Morn, 
 
 t The Tocherless Lass, . . . . 
 The Tod * 
 
 The Narrow House, 427 
 
 + The New Year 81 
 
 The Young Maxwell 486 
 
 Their Groves o* sweet MyrUe,88 
 
 Theniel Menzies' Mary, . . 529 
 
 The Toom Meal Pock, . . . . 
 
 
 1 
 
C05TEK18 07 TBZ BOOK 07 ■UUHJUMI KWa 
 
 There dwmlt a Han, 660 
 
 There is a bonnie Flower,. 858 
 TherelrretaTottngLaaaie, 7 
 There'll never be Peace, . . 484 
 
 Thereof my Thumb, 616 
 
 There's nae Laddie coining, 901 
 There's none to soothe, .. . S86 
 t There's Plenty come to 
 
 woo me, 6S7 
 
 There was a Lass, 40 
 
 They're a' teasing me,. 964, 477 
 This is no mine ain House, ' 
 This is no my ain Lassie, . 414 
 
 This is no my Plaid, 414 
 
 This is the Night, 348 
 
 Tho" Simmer smiles 27 
 
 Thou art gane awa' 944 
 
 Thoagh Boreas banld, .... 960 
 Though dowic-'s the Winter, 497 
 Thou gloomy Feberwar, . . 686 
 
 Thou'rt sair altered, 16S 
 
 Tho' we ne'er should meet, 646 
 Through the Wood, Laddie, 615 
 
 Thy fatal Shafts, 819 
 
 Tibbie Dunbar, 81 
 
 Tibbie Fowler 61 
 
 t Time cannot blot, 406 
 
 To Arms, 
 
 To daunton me, 601 
 
 Toddlin'Hame 79 
 
 To Isabel, 494 
 
 To Mary in Heaven 842 
 
 To my Auld Wife, 930 
 
 To the Clyde 418 
 
 TranentMuir, 479 
 
 Tranent Wedding, 606 
 
 Tugal M'Taggart 150 
 
 Tullochgorum, 1 
 
 Tune your Fiddles,. 
 
 Turn im spike 147 
 
 'Twas na her bonnie Bine 
 
 Ee 441,488 
 
 'Twas Summer Tide, 194 
 
 Tweedside, 449 
 
 Twine weel the Plaiden, 
 
 t Two Original Songs, 16 
 
 4U^ waiiMiri 
 
 Un«ratcfal Namte, ftt 
 
 UpanuBf TtmailiyBoeki. • 
 Upand worttiemaV.,.. 110 
 
 Upinth«Air, MO 
 
 Up in th« Momiaf Mrty. . tB 
 Up wi' the Widow. tfO 
 
 Yittoiia. mn 
 
 WMbetothtOtdMi, «1 
 
 W— ^moiorPiliwawitte. m 
 
 Waly,Waly « 
 
 Wandering Wniie. 080 
 
 Wap at the Widow 070 
 
 Wattie's the Wanr o' the 
 
 Wear 400 
 
 WearieTsWcU, 084 
 
 Wedded Lore 400 
 
 Wee Johnnie 400 
 
 Wee Johnny Daoaui, UO 
 
 Welcome Jamie Hame 
 
 Welcome Sommer, 
 
 Well go to Sea no more,. . 
 
 We'U meet bedde, 
 
 We're a* noddin,' 8( 
 
 Were na my Heart Ueht,. . 
 
 We've drank to them, 
 
 Wha is she that loTee Bi«r . 
 Wha's at the Window. .... 
 
 What ails this Hetft, 
 
 \Miat ails yon. Pate, 
 
 What can a Toong LaMie, 
 
 What care I, 
 
 What's a' the steer 
 
 When Antomn, 
 
 When first I saw, 
 
 When Oowans sprinkrd,. . 
 
 When I am far away. 
 
 Whenlrov'd, 
 
 When John and me, 
 
 When Life was gay 
 
 When lonely thou wan- 
 
 der'st, 
 
 When Maggie gangs away, 
 
 WkOe firaqaeal on Tweed. 000 
 
 WhtteMOMlodiaUuit,.... 010 
 
 WhMk»«fmtb»hm^t\. too 
 
 t Wbj do ye tairy. . 
 
 Whyl 
 
 tWifli 
 
 Wtte.« 
 
 wniie bnWd * P)wk <f 
 
 Msat. no 
 
 WUll^e drowned in Tairow. 400 
 
 Willie Wasglsteil. fH 
 
 wmie WM A WiBlMi Wac 90 
 
 Willie Waall*. 00 
 
 Wilttewl*M»Wlf a.)e«... 004 
 WDlia WlBkie's ~ 
 
 WUlytfoletheliidlet,.. 90 
 WfUtheabeajDaMta... ta 
 ♦ wm Uwi ttmmmhm ■■.. Vi 
 WlBl«r. wf* kis ekmdy Bmw,000 
 WtthlB a Mile oT ldlnb«|ia« 
 
 With wMta' BMit, at 
 
 Woe's my Bewt, fH 
 
 Woo'd Md Mauled aad a*. llO 
 tWoolng Boog^ 100 
 
 Te bonnie Haa^ha, .... 
 
 TeOoda. 
 
 Te JaeoWtee by Mama, 
 t Tender Bonny Braa, .. 
 
 Tonne Jamie...... 
 
 Toong Joeky. 
 
 Toong Bsggy 
 
 tTooBf Pbanle... 
 
ESSAY ON THE SONG-WKITERS OF SCOTLAND. 
 
 In tracing the early literary history of any na- ' 
 tion, it will be uniformly found, that, in point 
 of antiquity. Poetry takes precedence of Prose. 
 The rudest and most barbarous tribes of which 
 we have any information — with the exception, 
 perhaps, of the aborigines of certain tracts of 
 Australasia — are known to possess snatches of 
 music and song, which they cultivate and cher- 
 ish long before they have risen above the savage 
 state, or have attained any thing approaching to 
 a written language. In the beginning of their 
 history, like Pope in his infancy, they " lisp in 
 numbers;" and Sono forms the first medium 
 through which they venture to express their j 
 loftier passions and emotions, or to record the 
 triumphant deeds of their race. 
 
 The early inhabitants of our own country, 
 while yet Pagans and unmixed Celts, are repre- 
 sented to have had a class of poets called Bards 
 or Skalds, whose leading duty was to celebrate 
 the heroic actions of their chiefs ; and on the 
 faith of this fact, supported by certain dim tra- 
 ditionary memorials of names and events, Slftc- 
 pherson constructed his splendid Ossianic fig- 
 ments. At a later period, during what is called 
 the Middle Ages, when the Celtic was no longer 
 the prevalent language of Scotland,* but was 
 
 * Ifo questions in Scottish history have more 
 perplexed inquirers than the overthrovv and ap- 
 parent annihilation of the kingdom of Pictland 
 
 supplanted by the Anglo-Saxon and Norman, 
 there flourished what were called Minstrels, an 
 order of professional rhyme-makers or reciters. 
 
 by the Celts of Argyleshire, and the gradual 
 esUiblishment of the Lowland Scottish language 
 over the Celtic. Antiquaries are divided as to 
 whether the Picts or Pehts were Goths or Celts, 
 but the stronger evidence, as well as stronger 
 probability, lies in favour of the latter supposi- 
 tion. Chalmers, in his Caledonia, concludes 
 that a Gothic dialect was unknown in ancient 
 Scotland or Pictland, from the fact that the 
 names of all the rivers, mountains, towns and 
 castles of any note or antiquity are Celtic, not a 
 Saxon name being found older than the twelfth 
 century. If the Pictish tongue had been essen- 
 tially different from the Gaelic, it is remarkable 
 that no vestige of it should remain,* or if the 
 
 • "No vestige."— This i» not strictly the caie, for, 
 it seems, one itingle Piciioli word tiHs come down to us, 
 whicli has been n fruitful source of dispute amon^ an- 
 tiquaries. Tlie word i» Paenfahel, or Beuval, which 
 Beda preserves as the Pictish name of a certain place 
 at the east end of Antoninus's wall. Sir Waller Scott, 
 in his inimitable n:)vel of *' The Antiquary," although 
 himself deeply embued with an nrchaolojiical spirit, 
 had too keen a sense of the ludicrous not to enjoy the 
 absurd lengths to which antiquaries went in thtit 
 speculations; arid accordingly he makes this solitary 
 word a bone of fierce contention between Jonaihan 
 Oldliuck and Sir Arthur Wardour. The scene is at 
 once instructive and laughable, und our re.iders will 
 thank us, we are sure, for quoting a portion of it. 
 
 " ' There was once a people called the Pik*,' said 
 Oldbuck. 
 
 * More properly Picts,* interrupted the baronet. 
 
 ' I say the Pik.ir, Pihar, Piochtar, Piaghter or 
 Petightar,' vociferated O.dbuck: ' they spokea Gothic 
 
 > Genuine Celtic,' again aaaeverated the knif ht. 
 
XXVI 
 
 ESSAY Oir THR flOyO-WBimS OF lOOTLAiniL 
 
 common to th« more civlHsed countriea of Eu* Aftil, to the 
 rope, who cultivated the arts of poetry and ma« 
 •ic, and rang in the halls of the rich and powtr- 
 
 PicU themwUes had been a different nwe from 
 the Celts, the blending or amalgamation iif tfaera 
 with the Irigh-ScoU of Argjieshire under king 
 Kenneth III. nbout the middle of the ninth 
 Cf-'ntury is difficult to conceive. As to their to- 
 tiU annihilation, no one now entertains the no- 
 tion : their mime only, we majr suppose, came to 
 b<j l( St or merged in the general term of Scott 
 after their dominion was acquired by the Scots 
 of the West. In the middle of the derenth cen- 
 tury, and even down to its cioee, the language of 
 all Scotland was the Gaelic, with the exoeptione 
 <>f the Mersc and Lothians, which were for some 
 time in the possession of the Anglo-Saxons, and 
 of Scandinavian settlements in OrVtney, Caith- 
 ness, and Sutherland. When Maleoliii Caen- 
 more, who ascended the throne in 1006, married 
 
 ' Gothic'. Gothic! I'll go to death upon it!' ooua. 
 ter-n»»everated the ►quire. 
 
 'Why gentlemen.' aitid X.ovel. < I conceive this it ■ 
 diopute which may be eaaily nettled by philoiogiata, if 
 there are nny reuiKin* of the laDi^aH.' 
 
 'There u but i>ne word,' said the Daronet, 'hot, ia 
 vpite of Mr Oldbuck's pertinacity, it U decisive of the 
 question.' 
 
 ' Yes, in my favour,' said Oldbuck : * Mr. Level, 
 you ihall be judge. I have the learned Pintiertou oa 
 uiy tide.' 
 
 'I, on mine, the indefatigable and emdite Cha!- 
 
 soomwuiimeat otOfhurp, iinHiil 
 
 of lore, and war, aad fflMaeaHa.** 
 
 These If instrrla. who at o«ie thne were hMMvr 
 
 'Gordon comei into my opinion.' 
 • Sir Robert Sibbald ho^dk mine.' 
 
 vociferated Oldbuck. 
 
 *R«t*on has no doubt'.' shouted the baronet. 
 
 'Truly gentlemen,' laid Level, 'before yuu master 
 your force*, and overwhelm me with autbontica, i 
 thould like to know the word in diapute.' 
 
 * Beuval,' said both ditputants at once. 
 
 * Which Dignifies caput valli,' said Sir Arthur. 
 'The head uf the wall,* echoed Oldbuck. 
 
 There was a deep pause.— ' It is rather a narrow 
 foundation to build a hypothesis upon,* observed the 
 
 ' Nut a whit, not a whit,' said Oldbuck; « men flyht 
 be>t in a narrow ring— au inch is as (ood a* a mile 
 for a home-thrust.' 
 
 'It is decidedly Celtic,' said the baronet, 'every 
 hill in the Highlaud* begins with a Ben.' 
 
 'But what »ay you to Val, Sir Arthur?— is it not 
 decidedly the Saxon wrJl?' 
 
 'It is the Roman vallum,' said Sir Arthur— 'the 
 Picts borrowed that part of the word.' 
 
 * No such thing: if they borrowed any thing, it mutt 
 have been your Uen, which they might have firom the 
 neighbuuriug Britons of Strath Cluyd.* 
 
 tnt 
 
 Imipttoo henui4e Into KnglMid is MTO^ oarriid 
 off math a nombrr of eaptlvee, tint flasoa «r> 
 vaats were to be taaad tai atecat tvery bn— Ib 
 theland.selBteMtlWNlt« •rUttfM L IV 
 new dynasty flf SeottMl btsp «Im mammimi 
 Malcolm OPMM4 ako ttbtnOte the eemlnr t» 
 Saaon, Anglo-Kormaa, aad flemleli iplialHi. 
 until the CelUe, whkh had beeti loof eaphWM 
 
 • Tke Plks or riots,' said LomI. • araat heve bse* 
 stagnlsrtjr pooe te disieal, stafoe la the eafar fOOMM^ 
 word uf their voeabulaiy. aad Itel eoaetMaf e« aa||r 
 two sylUblM. Utey kave besa eeelWiisd^y eihged to 
 borrow one of tiMas ttmm wtb» IsaaeeM. B«k 
 
 ' what strikes ase wost to Um »ev«rto of tae bageec* 
 which has Mt seek sUgtit veatigea behtad ic' 
 
 • You are ia errur.' said 8ir Artbari ■ H was a e^ 
 
 pious laacuage, aad they were a greet aad pmmmUX 
 people i bedt two sieealea — eae as Beselda, vae at 
 Aberaethy. The Ptetis^ asaMeaa ef the biead-t«f al 
 
 e it resisted every atuA aad 
 
 )>ste tiM Cdtte psiiyeatii Mac yiw- 
 • . —what do TOW sey ta tbat, Mr 
 I Diust Msenieraehia, Tryael 
 >i-' { that ancient etaa. as May be 
 
 jua,. . h MaevtonaM. Aipta MaeeMt*. 
 
 gui, Dtu.t .M*ct*Uargam,'— (here Ita waa tataftapted 
 bv a nt o( coagbtng) — • ugh, ugk, ngh— Oetarge Mea- 
 rhan— ugh, ugh — Macchaaan— ugl' Maeebaaaaail, 
 Kenneth— ugh, ugh — Macfaredith Kaebaa SlacfUa- 
 
 ri»— and twenty more, dcctdetily Celtie asaies. wkiah 
 could repeat, if this daasned cough woald let esc' 
 * Take a glass of wine, Sir Arthar, aad driak d«w« 
 
 name you repealed i Uey are all «f llM Irtbe 
 of Macfungaa— miiaaroon asuaarclu esery oae a( 
 Wtheoi.' " 
 
ESSAY O^ THE SONG-WRITERS OF SCOTLAND. 
 
 xxvai 
 
 •d and patronized by priuce and peer as the 
 chroniclers of their deeds, and the companions 
 of their festive hours, gradually sunk in impor- 
 tance with the decline of chivalry, and the pro- 
 gress of arts and letters, until, not long after 
 the introduction of printing, we find them 
 classed among sturdy beggars, rogues, and vaga- 
 bonds,* and described as " drunken sockets and 
 bawdy parasites, that sing unclean songs in ale- 
 houses, innes, and other public assemblies." 
 The Harpers, in short, had degenerated, before 
 the close of the sixteenth century, into mere 
 " crowders" or violin players, the frequenters of 
 fairs and festivals, with no higher status in 
 ciety than our modern street ballad mongers, or 
 the humbler portion of our street musicians. 
 
 A number of our old heroic and romantic hal- 
 lads either owed their origin to the metrical ro- 
 mances of the ancient Minstrels or formed the 
 germ of these productions. Dr Leyden inclines to 
 the former, Motherwell to the latter hypothesis. 
 " Many of the wild romantic ballads which are 
 still common in the Lowlands of Scotland," says 
 Leyden," have the appearance of episodes, which, 
 in the progress of traditional recitation, have 
 been detached from the romances of which they 
 originally formed a part. Several of the ancient 
 songs in the Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, 
 and in the Minstrelsy of the Border, are of this 
 description. The popular songs which relate to 
 
 in the Southern and South Eastern parts of 
 Scotland, gradually gave way before its more 
 literate rival in other parts of the lowlands, and 
 kept possession only of the hills and islands of 
 the North and West. 
 
 * Still, so late as the time of James VI., there 
 is an exception made in favour of the Minstrels 
 of great lords and the Minstrels of towns, who 
 are not to be placed in the category of " ydill 
 and Strang beggaris and vagaboundis" if they 
 are " avowit in speciall service be sum of the 
 lordis of parliament or greit Narronls, or be the 
 held burrowis and citeis, for their common 
 minstralis." 
 
 Mragons and monsters, authenticate their legltl. 
 mate derivation from the tales of chivalr). 
 Another class of popular songs, which describe 
 the unnatural involvement of the passion of 
 love, may, with propriety, be referred to the 
 ancient romances." " It appears to me more 
 probable," says Motherwell, " that romance 
 has been indebted to the ballads rather than the 
 reverse. As society advanced in refinement, 
 and the rudeness and simplicity of earlier ages 
 partially disappeared, the historic ballad, like 
 the butterfly bursting the crust of its chrysalis 
 state, and expanding itself in winged pride 
 under the gladdening and creative influence of 
 warmer suns and more genial skies, became 
 speedily transmuted into the Romance of Chi- 
 valry." Neither of these views, adopted exclu- 
 sively, is probably the correct one: in some 
 cases, the Ballad would be in all likelihood but 
 a versification for the common ear of the Histo- 
 rical Ronuince; in others, the Metrical Ro- 
 mance might be formed on the ancient tradi- 
 tionary Ballad. 
 
 The romance of ** Sir Tristrem," by Thomas 
 THE RuYMUR, Or Truc Thomas of Erceldoune, 
 in Berwickshire, who flourished in the 13th 
 century, is of higher antiquity than any English 
 production of a similar class. The language 
 does not differ in any material manner from 
 that of England at the same period, and indeed 
 in that particular a wonderful resemblance ex- 
 ists between the old poets of. both countrieii. 
 " If," says Sir Walter Scott, " Thomas of Ercel- 
 doune did not translate from the Fredch, but 
 composed an original poem, founded upon Cel- 
 tic tradition, it will follow that the first classical 
 English Romance was written in part of what 
 is now called Scotland." 
 
 Thomas the Rhymer preceded by a hundred 
 
 years, John Barbour, archdeacon of Aberdeen, 
 
 [bom about 1316 ; died 1396.J who is generally 
 
 recognized as the earliest of our distinguished 
 
 i^ Scottish poets, and whoso " Life of King Robert 
 
 ^ 
 

 
 
 XXViii E8BAT Oir THE BOITO-WRnXBS OP BOOflLAnk 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 the dM<U or Seotland't sreatnt toyl hero. 
 
 at dates aomcwhat latar. BiCMi ^mM ttmm 
 
 
 
 AOer Barbour, floaruhfed Aiidasw WTiirooit, 
 
 aa oU Barktea MS. a taaat mad* bjr th» fcato 
 
 
 
 prior of Lochleveti. and Bliko Hamtot Beory 
 
 apoetlMskfe«rBerwkk(lSM.I wlUto jvt tk» 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 of Scotland, in rhjme, and the latter the ork- 
 
 take the lOaoa. 
 
 
 
 brater of the ezploiu of Sir WUUam Wallace, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 ▼olgarized paraphraae of William HamUton of 
 
 
 
 
 Gilbertfleld,* hare rooaed and eberUhcd the 
 
 Oaaplk..hi«i. 
 
 
 
 patriotiam of manjr a generation, and which 
 
 Aad after gas dikM hfaa.t 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 " a tide of Scottieh pr^udioe that would con- 
 
 The town, bowvrer, was •fantaallf talMi fcy 
 
 
 
 tinue to boil there tUl the floodgates of life were 
 
 
 
 
 •hut in everlasting reet." 
 
 
 
 
 None of the naniee bera mentioned belong 
 
 
 
 
 properly to the Song-writen of Scotland ; but 
 
 might have gone two daj* with tha Htcbm «# 
 
 
 
 Barbour refers to the ballads of his day .f and io 
 
 blood from tlMdalat 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 sidered to be the most ancient specimen of Scot- 
 
 
 
 
 tish song extant, a UmenUtion, namely, on the 
 
 
 
 
 calamitous death of Alexander III., who was 
 
 
 
 
 killed by a fall fh)m his horse in 1S86. Wyn- 
 
 thiii7m«MMewMlii 
 
 
 
 toun says. 
 
 Xartau orSadaada, Mta may y« mom*. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Tuts Sano was made of him for thL 
 
 
 
 
 Quhen Al>sander, oure kynge, was dede. 
 
 WUhHtmrnhml 
 
 
 
 That ScoUand led in lewe and le. 
 
 What! wMMth [Imaciaatii] (h* kli« «# Im* 
 
 
 
 Away wes sons of ale and brede. 
 
 laad 
 
 
 
 Off wyne and wax, off gamyn and gle ; 
 
 
 
 
 Owre gold wes changyd into lede : 
 
 
 
 
 Cryst, borne into vergynyte. 
 Succour Scotland and remede 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 That stad is in i^rplexitie. 
 
 SeotehforotiueoriMA*. IMfae atede* totfc* 
 dyke* or walU by whteh th* towa wa* prnHciM. 
 
 
 • Hamilton's version of Blind Harry was first 
 published in the year 1723, and has since gone 
 through innumerable editions. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 t See particularly hU allusion to a rictory 
 
 bly old efaorani or *-1*>f^ Thaa, la " PahUt 
 
 
 
 which the governor of Eskdale gained over a 
 
 to the Play," 
 
 
 
 body of English, and 
 
 
 
 quhasM likes thai msy hesr 
 
 Hop. CeiWc. a*4 CedfMa, 
 Gstheted o«t thick 4AM ( 
 
 
 
 Young women, quhen thu plsy. 
 SiBK it saajig them ilk day. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 The Brace.— Book svi. 4 
 
 Th* yoaag folks mmn laU baaM. 
 
 
 ■ — — ■ _ ::^j 
 
 
KSSAY ON THE SONGWRITERS OF SCOTLAND. 
 
 XXIX' 
 
 ** Thys songe," continues Fabyan, " was after' 
 many daies song in daunces in the carols of the 
 maidens and mynstrelles of Scotland, to the re- 
 profe and disdayne of Englyshemen, with dyuers 
 others, whych 1 ouerpasse." 
 
 One hundred years after Bannockburn, — for 
 during that long period no further traces of 
 Scottish song worth recording occur — and we 
 reach the reign of a prince, James I., the most 
 illustrious of the house of Stuart, who may be 
 pronounced, in addition to his eminence in 
 serious and imaginative poetry, as the first who, 
 la his "Peblis to the Play," opened up that 
 store of rich, humorous, and graphic description 
 of common life by which the Scottish muse has 
 been ever since so prominently distinguished. 
 James was born in Dunfermline in 1394, and 
 in 1405, while on his way to France to have his 
 education completed, and to be beyond the 
 reach of his uncle Albany's plots, his vessel 
 was seized by a fleet of English merchantmen 
 (though England and Scotland were then under 
 a truce of peace) and he himself delivered into the 
 hands of Henry IV., -who most unj ustly detained 
 him prisoner, jestingly remarking that he could 
 teach him French as well as the king of France. 
 The captivity of the young prince in England 
 lasted for no less than nineteen years (the same 
 period during which his unfortunate descendant) 
 Mary, was held captive by Elizabeth,) but, sav- 
 ing the confinement, he seems to have been not 
 rigorously treated, and he received the benefit 
 of an excellent education. While detained in 
 Windsor castle, he saw walking in the garden, 
 and fell passionately in love with, the daugh- 
 ter of the duke of Somerset. This circum- 
 stance is beautifully depicted in his poem call- 
 ed " The King's Quhair," or Book, and has 
 often been made the subject alike of the poet's 
 
 pen and the painter's pencil.* Jamei eventually 
 obtained his liberty, on the faith of a ransom of 
 forty thousand pounds, which was never fully 
 paid, and which certainly was a claim founded 
 
 Some consider them to be sea phrases, and to 
 bear allusion to Edward's narrow escape by sea 
 after the battle. 
 
 * He thus describes his weary imprisonment, 
 and the appearance of his mistress as he first 
 saw her from Windsor Castle : — 
 
 Where as in ward full oft I would bewail 
 My deadly life, full of pain and penance. 
 
 Saying right thus, what have I guilt to faille. 
 My freedom in this world, and my plesance? 
 
 Sen every wight has thereof suftisance. 
 That I behold, and I a creature 
 Put from all this, hard is mine aventurc ? 
 
 The bird, the beast, the fish eke In the sea. 
 They live in freedom everich in his kind , 
 
 And I a man, and lacketh liberty ; 
 
 Wliat shall I seyne, what reason may I find. 
 
 That fortune should do so ? Thus in my mind. 
 My folk, I would argue, but all for nought. 
 Was none that might that on my peynes 
 wrought. 
 
 Then would I say, Gif God me had devised 
 
 To live my life in thraldom thus and pyne. 
 What was the cause that he more me com- 
 prised. 
 Than other folk to live, in such ruyne ? 
 I suffer alone among the flguris nine, 
 
 Ane woeful wretch that to no wight may 
 
 speed. 
 And yet of every lyvis help has need. 
 
 The long dayes and the nyghtis eke, 
 
 I would bewail my fortune in this wise ; 
 
 For which again distress comfort to seek. 
 My custom was, on mornis, for to rise. 
 
 Early as day : O happy exercise ! 
 
 By thee came I to joy out of torment, 
 But now to purpose of my first intent. 
 
 Beveailing in my chamber thus alone. 
 Despaired of ali joy and remedy, 
 
 For-tirit of my thought and woe-begone. 
 And to the window gan I walk in hy, 
 
 To see the world and folk that went forby, 
 As for the time though I of mirthls food. 
 Might have no more, to look. It did ma good. 
 
E88AT OV TITR SONCWRITBIIS OP BOOTLAKH. 
 
 on injiutioe. At th« nm« time, he waa nuurWdd 
 to the lady who bad captWatad hit heart and 
 initpired hia mute at Windsor, receiTint as her 
 marriage portion a discharge for ten thousand 
 pounds of his ransom money I It was In 14S4, 
 
 Now was there made, fast by the ti>uris wall, 
 A garden fitir, and in the corners set 
 
 Ane herbere green, with wandis long and 
 small. 
 Bailed about, and so with treia act 
 
 Was all the place, and hawthorn hedges koet. 
 That life was non walking there (brbjr. 
 That ntiight within scarce any wtght capgr. 
 
 And on the smalle greene twistis sate 
 The little sweete nightingale, and »ung 
 
 Bo loud and clear, the hymnis conspcrate 
 or lufls use, now soft now loud aiiiong. 
 
 That all the gardens and the wallis rung 
 Right of their song, and on thu copill Dcxt 
 Of their sweet harmony, and lo thu t*xt. 
 
 Worship, O ye that lorers l)ene this May, 
 For of your bliss the kalendis are begun. 
 
 And sing with us, Away, wmter, away, 
 
 Gume summer, come, the sweet season and 
 sun: 
 
 Awake, for shame ! that hare your hcvynls won, 
 And amorously lift up your hedis all, 
 Thank lore that list you to hii mercy call. 
 
 And therewith cast I down mine eye again. 
 Where as I saw walking under the tower. 
 
 Full secretly, new cuii>yn her to pleyne. 
 The fkirest and the freshest younge flower. 
 
 That ever I saw, methought, before that hour ; 
 For which sudden abate, anon astert. 
 The blood cf all my body to my heart. 
 
 Of her array the form gif I shall write. 
 Toward 'ler golden hair and rich attire. 
 
 In fretwise aouchit with perils white. 
 And greate bnlas Icmyng as the fire, 
 
 With many an emerant and (air sapphire. 
 And on her head a ohaplet fresh of hue, 
 Of plumy 8 parted red, and white, and blue. 
 
 faith* thirtieth jewflT hta i««, llM JaiM* stm 
 tertowd to hk Uberly —4 Mmd— i aaiMme- 
 taunioff to hb Mtif* lw»d. 
 
 BHBbv ar MMBlao. who Mir 
 fltiiaff o p po rfH y to ■0Bwn|>liA hh 
 B« «M osMMi— led at Petth te 
 
 ▲boat hOT MOk. white M tho lyre Moalllo, 
 A goodly eh^ of nnotl es fc sfyo. 
 
 Whereby thero baog • nby, wMh«M Ml, 
 Like to aao hewty ehupMS verily. 
 
 That, as A spark oTIow* eo wmatMly 
 Seemed bamlos apoa har whit* lhf««t. 
 How glf there was (ood ptrdo, Ood It watik 
 
 And ibr to walk that Aath* Maian aaiiMr. 
 
 Ao* hook sb* had apon har tkmm whit*. 
 That goodlier had aot beee asaa lafciewt. 
 
 As I suppos*. and girt eh* waa al yt* : 
 Thus halttyng loo** Itor haatr. to aaah deflflH. 
 
 It was to ■** har youth hi towlHhead, 
 
 That fbr ntdaoeas to speak th*r*or I drtad. 
 
 In har waa youth, bMialy, with hmobi* part^ 
 Boaaly. rlebeaae, and wMnaaly lOtwa^ 
 
 Wiadosn, largaeaa **tau. aad aoayi^ « 
 
 In word. In deed, la shape, la « , 
 
 That aator* might no mors bar ehOd avanaa. 
 
 • As an instanae oT the aanica jaetla* with 
 which James proeroutcd his purpQae,asd aleoof 
 the barbarity of the age, we may aite tbe M» 
 lowing. One Maodonald, a petty chleflala of 
 the north, displeased with a widow as hi* catat* 
 fur threatening to appeal to the king* had or> 
 liered her feet to be shod with iron plat** aattsd 
 to the soles ; and then insultingly U'ld har that 
 she was thus armed against the roofb t«ada. 
 The widow, however, found means to send her 
 story to James, who seised Macdonald, with 
 twelve of his ass<'clates, whom he shnd with iroa 
 in a similar manner, and having expoeed than 
 for several days in KdinburgU, gave thcsi avvr 
 to the executioner. 
 
ESSAY ON THE SONG-WRITERS OP SCOTLAND. 
 
 Fob. 143fv7, iu the 42d year of his age, the' 
 principal conspirators being the Earl of Athol, 
 Sir Robert Graham, uncle to the Earl of Strath- 
 ern and Robert Steuart, the kings nephew.* 
 
 James I. was a prince of universal accomplish- 
 ments, and particularly distinguished himself in 
 the sister arts of poetry and music. On the 
 very night of his assassination, he is described to 
 have been engaged " yn rcdyng of romans, 
 syngyng and pypynge, in harpyng, and in other 
 honest solaces of grete pleasaunce and disport. 
 Boethius, as translated by Bellenden, saye, " H 
 was richt crafty in playing baith of the lute 
 and harp ; " and Bower, a cutemporary of James, 
 in his continuation of Fordun's history, n 
 lions the following instruments upon which he 
 was a proficient : — the tabour, the bag-pipe, the 
 psaltery, the organ, the flute, the harp, the 
 trumpet, and the shepherd's reed. John Major, 
 an historian (born about 1470, died 1550) says, 
 " He was a most ingenious composer in his na- 
 tive or vernacular language, and his numerous 
 poems and songs are still held in the highest 
 estimation among the Scottish people." Such, 
 indeed, was his reputation as a musician, that 
 he is represented by Tassoni, the Italian poet, 
 in his " Pensieri Diversi," published in 1620, as 
 the inventor of Scottish music, and this idea has 
 been supported by other writers. Tassoni, in 
 enumerating the illustrious persons in ancient 
 and modern times who had cultivated music, 
 says, " "We, again, may reckon among us mo- 
 derns, James king of Scotland, who not only 
 composed many sacred pieces of vocal music, 
 but also, of himself, invented a new kind qf 
 
 * iEneas Sylvius, afterwards Pope Eugene IV., 
 who was in Scotland as Legate at the time, says 
 that he was at a loss which most to applaud, 
 the universal grief that overspread the nation 
 on the death of the king, or the resentment to 
 which it was roused, and the just vengeance 
 with Which bis inhuman murderers were pur- 
 sued. 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ■mtuic, plaintive and melancholy, diffh-ent frvm 
 all others ; in which he has been Imluted by 
 Carlo Gesualdo, Prince of Venosa, who, in our 
 age, has improved music with new and admira* 
 ble inventions." It will be observed that Taaso* 
 ni here does not specify which James of Scot- 
 land had so distinguished himseli', but there can 
 be no doubt that James the First, from his pre- 
 eminence as a musician and other circumstan- 
 ces, vvas the monarch meant.f Tassoni, how- 
 ever,- in attributing the invention of Scottish 
 j music to James, is not borne out by the evidence 
 of any historian, and his view is at variance witJi 
 the probability of things. " Whatever obligationi 
 we owe to this most talented and patriotic 
 monarch," says Mr Dauney, in his Preliminary 
 Dissertation to the Ancient Melodies of Scot- 
 land, '* we should just as soon think of ascrib- 
 ing to him the invention of our language as of 
 
 our music Neither Bower, who was 
 
 James's contemporary, nor Boethius nor M^or, 
 both of whom wrote nearly a hundred years 
 after his death, and who successively treat of his 
 musical skill, and accomplishments, says one 
 word which would lead us to suppose that he 
 composed Scottish music. Boethius says that 
 he instituted regular choirs in the churche.s, 
 and introduced into the cathedrals and abbeys 
 organs of an improved construction ; and Ma- 
 jor's observations, which have been sometimos 
 misapprehended, and supposed to relate to the 
 composition of music, obviously point to bit 
 literary and not to his musical works." At the 
 same time, Mr Dauney admits it'to be no un- 
 feasible hypothesis, that this monarch improved 
 the music of his kingdom, and says that " con- 
 sidering his extraordinary musical taste and 
 acquirements, if our national music had been 
 
 t Pinkerton supposes James V. to be Intend- 
 ed, and Ritson hints at James VI., although 
 the latter was, when Tassoni wrote, relunin:? 
 king of England, and would have been spoken 
 [^ of accordingly. 
 
XXXll 
 
 X8SAT ON THE BOKG-WUTKBS OF SOOTLAKA. 
 
 • Twoofking JaiD«*iidMifflitanM«n to ha?* 
 inherited « portion of their flitb«r*i iplriC and 
 love of poetry. M wtartt, tb* cidnt daogbtar, 
 was married to the Daa|^n of Fraseo, (altera 
 wards Louia XI.) at Toart. la 14K. la tlM 
 Abbe Maariea'a Hirtorjr of Fmch PooCry, it to 
 reeorded, that, while walkinf tbroech the gal- 
 lery of the palace, and eeelag the poet Alaia 
 Chartier asleep, she ktased him i aad en Mag 
 remonstrated with by the ladles la aMeadaaos 
 on the impropriety of the action, the said, that 
 she did not kin the man, bat the mouth, which 
 had uttpred to many fine sajlngs. " That ki«,** 
 It was remarked, " will immortalise her." 
 Margaret lived an unhappy life with her hao> 
 band, the gtoomj^ tyrant so masterly portia|od 
 in Sir Walter Seott's romance of "Qointsa 
 Durward." She died in 1443, at the early a«e 
 of twenty-six, deeply mourned by all France. 
 An Elegy writu-n on her, in French, was or- 
 dered by her brother, James II., to be translat- 
 ed into her native tongue. — Eleanorr, a sister of 
 Margaret's, was mamed in 1448 to Sigismund, 
 the Arrhduke of Austria; and translated the 
 roniance of " Ipomydon," for the amuMiiiaiit of 
 
 amelloratad la hto time, no one was, parhapa,£theso soags hat* 
 
 •0 well qoaliOMl fur the task." 1 1 to tha Play" (poitteatorly 
 
 Lord fames, in his Sketches (1774), was tha , ' to tha oa)y piMt of hto la tha 
 first to direct attention to the passigs of 1 
 nl, and it is dwelt upon with gr«at exaltation by I j titles of two 
 Mr Tytler, in hU DiMertation on Scottish Mosie 1 1 (" Theta ftna aaoaaaa totho 
 0779). One portion, however, of the parMT»pb !«*n ho oalrth at ow BMOtli 
 to misconstrued by these writers, who read it as 
 If the Prince of Yenoaa imiuted tha Scottish 
 node, whereas Tassoni only meant to say that 
 the prince imiuted the eemdtui of king James aa 
 a cultivator and inventor of music. Nona of 
 the Prince of Yenosa*s eompositioos bear any 
 resemblance to the Scottish melodies, as is shown 
 by Dr Dumey, and the true Interpretation of tha 
 passage undoubtedly to, that tht psi a oo Ibrmsd 
 a parallel. In hto musical invaatioiM, to tta 
 Scottish monarch.* 
 
 Mijor. as we have already qaotod, mantlOBO 
 James as the composer of namaroos pooms mmd 
 mm%$ held in tlU kigkett uHmmtiom, bat Boat of 
 
 t AsMiOwU*^ aotloM 
 JanoM L. hto tostlmoay as ta 
 Pehlto to tha Play** to 
 
 of 
 of 
 hotk kf 
 It, at 
 
 spoiUtod by MiOor aa hagtostag ** rasasm" 
 a wiaptto a kr *• AMyaT [rfaae that]. 
 
 f Th«y aia tkat tottodaasd la stanaao slat 
 and twaaty-lfth of ** PMto to tha Phv.** 
 
 As eaat aa o«y aalt, 
 Aaa Mrkan hat apoa hto held. 
 
 With aaa bow aad mam baitt 
 BMd, Mcrrto maldMM, think aot 
 
 Tha weather to telr aad smolti 
 
 OfP»lltotothaPlay. 
 
 He flppint like ana fkthorVos Ibal. 
 
 And saM. Be stUl, my swait thiag. 
 By the Italy Bode of Pcblto, 
 
 I may nocbt rset for «rriting. 
 Be quhlssilit and ha pyplt balth, 
 
 Tu mak her biytha that meitlag 
 My bonny heart, how my% the Sang f 
 
 ** Thsiv aaU be mirth at oar moiUag 
 
 Yet" 
 
 Of Pcblto to the Play. 
 
ESSAY ON THE SOKG-WRITERS OP SCOTLAND. 
 Bongs are given as then in popular use, all ofsfe Henry VII. of England— a marriage 
 
 which are lost. * 
 
 The century which elapsed hetween the reigns 
 of James I. and James V. might be called the 
 Augustan age of Scottish poetry. During that 
 period flourished, not to mention names of mi- 
 nor note, Henrysone, Dunbar, Gawin Douglas, 
 and Sir David Lyndsay. None of these, with the 
 exception of Henrysone, can be called song- 
 writers, yet, for the sake of connection, a word 
 may be said of each. 
 
 Robert Henrysone, a preceptor in the Ben- 
 pdictine convent of Dunfermline [born 1425; 
 died 1495.] was author, among other things, of 
 the earliest known pastoral ballad in the lan- 
 guage, and one of great merit, entitled, " Ro- 
 bene and Makyne," which opens thus : — 
 
 Robene sat on gud grene hill, 
 
 Keipand a flock of fle, 
 Mirry Makyne said him till, 
 
 Robene thou rew on me: 
 I haef the lovit, lowd and still, 
 
 Thes yieris two or thre ; 
 My dule in dern bot gif thou dill. 
 
 Doubtless bot dreid I die. 
 
 "WitLiAM Dunbar, who holds beyond dis- 
 pute the first rank among our elder Scottish 
 poets, was born about 1465, and died about 
 1520. Almost all that is known of him is to be 
 gathered from his own writings. He was a na- 
 tive of Lothian, and in his youth appears to 
 have travelled through France and England as 
 a novice of the Franciscan order, and in more 
 advanced years to have been a constant atten- 
 dant at the court of James IVth, whose mar- 
 riage with Margaret Tudor, eldest daughter of 
 
 * See the Preface p. iv, v. to the present work. 
 There the titles are enumerated, and also those 
 mentioned in later productions — Gawin Dou- 
 glas's Prologues, and the Complaint of Scot- 
 land. 
 
 tous in its consequences as leading to the ulti- 
 mate union of the crowns and union of the 
 kingdoms — he celebrates in his beautiful poem, 
 entitled, " The Thistle and the Rose." Dunbar 
 was a hanger on for church preferment, but 
 seems to have died comparatively neglected. In 
 one of his latest poems, *' Lament for the Death 
 of the Makkaris" or Poets, he speaks in great 
 despondcHcyof hisown state, while he commem- 
 orates with generous warmth the names of his 
 brother bards.f Kennedy even, with whom he 
 held the celebrated " Fiyting," is affectionateiy 
 spoken of; but indeed we incline to believe with 
 those who think that the " Fiyting" was a mere 
 trial of wit and skill, and that no real rancour, 
 but on the contrary the utmost good humour, 
 existed between the parties. 
 
 Gawin Douolas, bishop of Dankeld, is well 
 known for his poetical version of the whole 
 -^neid of Virgil, a task which he finished iu 
 the year 1513, and which was published in 1553, 
 with original prologues to each book of great 
 beauty. This translation preceded any English 
 versification of Virgil, that classic being only 
 known to the English reader through a romance 
 on the siege of Troy published by Caxton, which 
 Bishop Douglas humorously pronounces to be 
 no more like Virgil than the devil is like St. 
 Austin. 
 
 Sir David Lykdsay of the Mount [born 
 about 1490 ; died 1557.] was in his youth page 
 and companion to James V., and afterwards in 
 1530 appointed Lyon king at Arms. He espous- 
 ed the principles of the Reformation, and by his 
 dramas and satiric descriptions forwarded the 
 cause. His works are numerous. Perhaps hJs 
 
 t It is worthy of note, that of ttvtniy-thru 
 poets mentioned by Dunbar, most of them his 
 owTi contemporaries, the writings ol no less than 
 thirteen are, with the exception of one or two 
 t'rugments, lost. 
 
E88AT OV THS 80Na WKi T lHa OF aOOTLAVIlk 
 
 be*t is hk iMt— "Squire Metdmin.'* 
 parliainenu of 1M4, 45. 46, be npnmntad 
 Cupar in Fife, of which county ba wac a natlra. 
 " The Gaberlunyle-man"* and " The JolUe 
 Beggar, "t two aongi of sterling buin»ur, an 
 ■aid to belong to the age of Jamu thb Ytm, 
 and indeed tht;ir authorship i« aaeribed to that 
 merrj' yet unfortunate monarch bimeelf. Jaiue* 
 wa« called the King cif the Commons, from bis 
 popular manners and pursuits, and !t is well 
 known that he was in the babit of strotling 
 al>out the country in disguise, witb tbe double 
 Tiew, probably, of indulging his natural lore of 
 adrenture, and of ascertaining tbe real wants 
 and undisguised opinions of bis saltjects. * If, 
 
 * Gaberlunyie, fW>m gabtr a wallet, and ImnyU 
 the luins. Hence a trarelling tinker or beggar, 
 carrying a wallet on his side, was called a Oaber> 
 lunyie man. " The Gaberlunzie's Wallet" Is the 
 title of a work recently published at Edinburgh 
 by Mr James Ballantine, which contains a 
 number of Scottish poems and songs of great 
 merit. The title, however, it will be observed 
 from the above definition, is open to the charge 
 of tautology. 
 
 f We were rcluctintly obliged, fW)m the sub- 
 ject of the pioco, to omit the " Jollie Beggar" in 
 the presentcollection.It is remarkable, that dur- 
 ing the wintt-T ot i 844-45, the song seems to 
 have been resuscitated among tbe populace, for 
 it became remarkably popular as a street song, 
 and nothing was to be beard from ballad-moa- 
 g«rs but 
 
 " We'll gang naemaira-roving, a-roving in tbe 
 night. 
 
 We'll gang nae inair a-roving, tho' tbe moon 
 shine ne'er ao brighu" 
 
 X The story of Me Gudeman qf Ballangeioeh Is 
 well known. Tbe following, however, may b« 
 n«'w to most of our readers. James, on one oc- 
 casion, dii-guised as a pedlar or the like, heitnt 
 himself abused by a country lad as a tyrant and 
 all that was odious, until, unable to restrain 
 himself, he threw ofT his disguise, and told hi- 
 was king. " Are you really the king ?" said the 
 Uul, retaining his self-possession ; " Weel, yeMI 
 
 In tte^tbcnAiras k* «w mA ti 
 
 he mifht te the MltfeM «r ttew, Mi< MV te kto 
 
 >b » tii M > |k II 
 
 saMJaKyi 
 
 aee Uat Imh 
 borads or ptobabttUgr Um» IM «w* 
 aalbor of tlw mmm- '•*» Be U e n i wi aai fli 
 David 1 
 
 of bin M OM wk* lii<»ltii IB F««C*7» Md 
 Dmmmood of HawthorsKlMi my, '* itaam ▼. 
 was naturally given to pocste. ■• many «t hie 
 works yet cstnat Ut/Utf.' It !• • pMjr that 
 Dmmtnoitd daw net wfntMjj nayoT iheee worhti 
 b«t oM eslehnilid pim '* Chrtets Kirfcoa the 
 Green**— la very fM«aU]r Mtetad to be a ff 
 duetion of Jame* Y4 IftmmammmA, la parttM* 
 lar.tobeM by Bhhap 1>W^, lU l i i , tt hh ald. 
 and Qecwge OhakMR, all ooOeatom «f iMnOag 
 and dlscfiinlaattoa) and If Moh wm* Iha tMr, 
 there eaa bo M» dUBwUty la Mppoilac tho 
 author of thai poom, admirable alike Ibr lu 
 truth of doeorlptloa and hankour, to be aloo the 
 author of tho two oong*. Wo havo oooMthuoe 
 thought that Sir David Lyndaajr. who wao e«i 
 I terras of pereonal Intimacy with Jamao, aad to 
 whom Jamce appears to have aeal a poe lt oal 
 " flyUng" (a Cashioo then la vec<a amoag the 
 makkarie,) might bo tho aathwr of tho wage, or 
 might bava glvoa tlMm a helping hand, oitppa** 
 ing them to botoag to that ago t but on review* 
 
 maybe ba'e heard o' my father : he gaed daft Uiree^ ^and waa probably written by lames 
 
 days regubiriy every year, and la a' toat UU'O 
 spoke natbing but lice and uooeeneoi aow I'm 
 exactly tbe wnte way, m»d Iku u aaee'ny thrr* 
 day*." Tbe king, it may be readily behevoU. 
 pardoned tbe Ud for the Ingenuity aad hamoar 
 of his escape. 
 
 f A good deal ofeonAutoncsloti with regaH 
 to the authorsblpo of tbo ftnt and the urtii 
 Jnroco, sometimce the same pkocs being ascribed 
 to the one, and oosnctlmoo to tho otb*tr ; but the 
 opinion or tho boot critlea bow io» that Jamee I. 
 wrote «• Peebles to tho Ptay," and that *' Chrie* - 
 Kirk on the Green** waa a Uter prodncUii. 
 
ESSAY ON THE 30^'«-WRITERS OF SCOTLAND. 
 
 XXXV 
 
 lug their style and language, we are compelled 
 to admit our belief, that they in reality belong I 
 to a date posteri«jr to James V. " The Gaber- 
 lunyie-man" appeared first in Ramsay's Tea- 
 Table Miscellany, where it bears the signature 1 , 
 and " The Jollie Beggar" is first found in Herd's 
 collection, 1776. 
 
 James Vth was born at Linlithgow in April 
 1512, and was only about a year and a half old 
 when his father fell at Flodden. He was early 
 called to the administration of the government, 
 and appears to have ruled with equity and firm- 
 ness. But his reign was by no means fortunate, 
 and the defeat at Solvvay Moss is said to have 
 hastened his death. He died in Falkland Castle 
 in 1542, leaving only a female child as his suc- 
 cessor, a family of several sons having pre- 
 deceased him. That child, however, was one 
 destined to bear a name which has obtained an 
 universal celebrity, and whose history has awak- 
 ened the sympathies of every succeeding genera- 
 tion — Mary, Quken of Scots. Of this prin- 
 cess, Ritson ("albeit unused to the melting 
 mood,") speaks with the most enthusiastic ten- 
 derness. "Not less remarkable for the accom- 
 plishments of her mind," he says, "than for 
 the beauty of her person, she rvrote the tnott ele- 
 gant songs, and sung to her lute like an angel." 
 He admits, however, that the songs were in 
 French; "but," he adds, "it is by no means 
 improbable that she occasionally condescended 
 to honour her native tongue, which, barbarous 
 and discordant as it sounded in the delicate ears 
 of the French courtiers, she pronounced with 
 such a grace as to make it appear even to them 
 the most sweet and agreeable."* 
 
 * A popular tradition prevails, that David 
 Rizzio, the Queen's French secretary, was the 
 composer of many of our finest Scottish tunes, 
 but the tradition is totally unsupported by any 
 authentic record. Thomson, in his Orpheus 
 Caiedonius, 1725, and Oswald, in his Scots 
 Tunes. 1740, mark several tunes in their re-< 
 
 The era of Queen Mary, stgnallzed aa it was 
 by religious and political contention, ooaid 
 icarcely be supposed propitious to the cultiva- 
 tion of the Muses, and accordingly few nameii 
 present themselves during this epoch. Ai.kx- 
 ANDEK Scot (of whose history, however, nothing 
 is knowii) belongs to this period, and bis pieces 
 are eminently marked by a lyrical character. 
 One, in particular — his Address to his Heart — 
 might, with a very slight change, pass for a 
 modern production. It opens thus : 
 
 Return thee hamewart, Hairt, agane, 
 
 And byde quhair thou was wont to be ; 
 Thou art ane fule to suffer pane 
 
 For love of her that loves not thee. 
 My hairt, lat be sic fantesie : 
 
 Love nane bot as they mak thee cause ; 
 A nd let her seik ane hairt for thee ; 
 
 For feind a crum of thee sche fawis. 
 
 spective collections as the composition of David 
 Rizzio, but this was merely to give them addi- 
 tional importance. It is now ascertaineil that 
 the tunes which Oswald marked as Rizzio's 
 were all Oswald's omn. Thomson in the second 
 edition of his Orpheus, 1733, omits Riszio'i 
 name entirely, being probably ashamed of con- 
 tinuing the imposition. Rizzio was not three 
 years in Scotland altogether, when he met his 
 death. Birrel, a contemporary, says, in his 
 Diary, that he was well skilled in poetry and 
 music, but it was the poetry and music of 
 France, where he had received his education. 
 Rizzio's introduction to court was humble 
 enough, and argued no very high distinction as 
 a musician. It is thus narrated by Sir James 
 Melville in his Memoirs : — " Queen Mary had 
 three valets, who sang three parts, and she 
 wanted a person to sing a bass or fourth part. 
 David Rizzio, who had come with the ambassa- 
 dor of Savoy, was recommended as one fit to 
 make the fourth in concert, and thus he was 
 drawn in to sing sometimes with the rest; and 
 afterwards, when her French secretary retired 
 himself to France, this David obtiiiucd the said 
 
XX XVI 
 
 ESBAT ON THE 80VO WBITBS8 OT BOOTLAVIlk 
 
 Tbe productlona of another poet of a e o m e i 
 what later period — Ai.KzAKDKm MorrooMUV, 
 author of " The Cherrie and the Stae," are alao 
 characterised by their lyrical tpirit. From hie 
 name, and also from hla eclebratinf in mne 
 of hit piece* Lady Margaret Moatgomety, eJdeet 
 daughter of Hugh the third earl of £f liatoa, ha 
 was probably connected with tbe hoaeeof Kglla- 
 ton, a supposition strengttaeoed bjr the flMi of 
 hU intimacy with Robert Scmpai, fbarth laed of 
 that name, a voluminoue veraiAer of that pefto4> 
 belonging to Renfrewshire, aad to wboM eoUa* 
 teral desceudanU. tbe Sempitto af Btltreee, ha«« 
 been ascribed several popiUar poaiiieaa4 mqi 
 In the UUe-page of bis works, MoBtfOOMiy le 
 styled Captain, aad bis pwiftsetoa was perhaps 
 that of a soldier. He appeal* to have died 
 wmewber* between tbe years IBBT aa4 1610. 
 Hto allegortaal poem of *' Tbe Oberrle aad tbe 
 Slae,'* although ooodemoed by Piakertoa, has 
 tieen long an established fisToarlte, aod his pos* 
 tical works have been oflener re^prloted la n- 
 eent times than tboss of any of our otbsr old 
 Scottish poet*. From his lyric efftaslons ws may 
 quote the following luscious deseriptkm of Lady 
 Margaret Montgomery. 
 
 Hlr curling loks lyk golden rings 
 About hir hevinly haflkt* hings ; 
 
 Quhilk do decore 
 
 Her body more, 
 
 Quhom I adore 
 Above all things. 
 
 nir brouls are brent ; lyk golden threeds 
 Hir siluer shining brees ; 
 
 • Sir James SempiU of Beltrees, a cousin* 
 german of Lord Sempill, was auttior of " The 
 Packman-8 Pater Noster," and Francis Sem- 
 pill, his son, is said to have been the author of 
 "She rose and let me in," "Maggy Lauder," 
 and " The Blythsome BridaL 
 
 TlM homy httaki my e03fa«» ftaia 
 
 OfkbtMiflhristaUsea, 
 fMaUtag ahUBlw 
 WMh 
 
 ortiiKofeHoooloar 
 or rid aad wityt ymlzt. 
 Ar lyk tho magasae Jobs go ar 
 
 InlotbollUieflaii 
 Hlr mouth mellefloooa, 
 Ulr brmtblog savoroos, 
 
 Hir rosie Uppis most aoUoeat, 
 
 Ulr teeth lyk pearia oTorleal. 
 
 Rlr ha&s mof« why! 
 
 Kor I eaa wfyt; 
 
 With that perfyt. 
 
 And mpieot. 
 
 Hb ecotall bretat of ivovta, 
 
 Quhalron ar flxlt Out 
 Toa twin* of dene Ttrginltle, 
 
 LykboallUofa 
 Out throw hlr *i 
 Malst oMrile kythss wlthla 
 
 Hlr aaphlr veins lyk threldB <a aUk. 
 Or TMets in whytasi milk 
 If Natarsshea 
 Hir bevlnlie bea 
 In whyt and blew. 
 It wee that Uk. 
 
 Hir arme* ar long, hlr sbnlders braid* 
 Hir middiU gent and small i 
 
 Tbe mold is lost wbarin woe makl 
 Tbl* a ^erM of all." 
 
 • Allan Cunningham has fhecly moderalaH 
 See farther on. ^several of Montgomoy's lyrtas, and tba oaa 
 
ESSAY ON THE SONG-WRITERS OP SCOTLAND. 
 
 In the preface to the present work, p. v. will ^ 
 be found a list of the titles of songs which ap- 
 pear to have been popular in the sixteenth cen- 
 tury, and which titles are given in Wedder- 
 burn's Complainte of Scotland. Most of the 
 songs enumerated there are lost, but among 
 those preserved is one (conjectured to be by 
 Alex. Scot) which may be quoted as a favoura- 
 ble specimen of what was fashionable as a song 
 in the 16th century. It is incorporated in the 
 Bannatyne MS. 1568, and is also given in the 
 Aberdeen Cantus so late as 1666. We follow 
 the copy in the latter work. 
 
 O lastie May, with Flora quene. 
 
 The bahiij drops from Phoebus sheene 
 
 Prelucent beam before the day ; 
 By thee Diana groweth green. 
 
 Through gladness of t^is lusty May. 
 
 Then Aurora that is so bright 
 
 To woful hearts she casts great light. 
 
 Right pleasantly before the day. 
 And shows and sheds forth of that light. 
 
 Through gladness of this lusty May. 
 
 Birds on the boughs, of every sort. 
 
 Send forth their notes, and make great mirth 
 
 On banks that bloom, and every brae ; 
 And fare and flee ower every firth. 
 
 Through gladness of this lusty May. 
 
 And lovers all that are in care 
 To their ladies they do repair. 
 
 In fresh morning before the day; 
 
 among the rest. The two last lines which we 
 quote will remind the reader of a similar idea in 
 one of the songs of Burns. Beauty seems to 
 accompany the name of Eglinton. The " Su- 
 sanna countess of Eglinton," to whom Ramsay 
 dedicates his Gentle Shepherd, was a lady dis- 
 tinguished for her personal attractions, as well 
 as worth, and she had no fewer than seven 
 daughters, all of whom were equally remarkable 
 for their beauty. 
 
 And are in mirth aye malr and malr. 
 Through gladness of this luaty May. 
 
 Of everie moneth in the year 
 
 To mirthful May there is no peer ; 
 Her glistering garments are so gay 
 
 You lovers all make merry cheer 
 Through gladness of this lusty May. 
 
 The month of May seems to have been the 
 favourite month of the year with all our ola 
 Scottish poets, and Dunbar in particular bak 
 celebrated it in verses of extreme beauty. In the 
 above piece, there is nothing very characteristic 
 of the Scottish Muse, but here is a fragment be- 
 longing to the same period, and preserved by Mr 
 David Laing, which breathes the true pathos of 
 Scottish song. 
 
 Fareweill, fareweill, my yellow hair. 
 
 That curlit cleir into my neck! 
 
 Allace ! that ever it grew sae fair. 
 
 Or yet in to a snood was knet. 
 
 Quhar I was wont to dance and sing; 
 Araang my marrows mak repair- 
 Now am I put furth of the ring. 
 For fadit is my yellow hair. 
 
 My kirtill was of lincum green, 
 Weill lacit with silken passments rahr ; 
 God gif 1 had never pridefuU been. 
 For fadit is my yellow hair. 
 
 God gif my hair had been als black 
 As evir wes my heart full of cair. 
 It wald not put me to sic lak. 
 For fadit is my yellow hair. 
 
 Quhen I was young I had great stait, 
 Weill cherishit baith with less and mair ; 
 For shame now steill I off the gait. 
 For fadit is my yellow hair. 
 
 The accession of James Vlth to the Englith 
 throne in 1603, and union of the two crowog, 
 > had in the first instance an unfhvourableeTict 
 
BBAT OH 1HX flOVG-WBrrCBS OT SOOTUlSXl 
 
 lOMwIi lilmMlf — ! ■ atead 
 
 ^^IB Iti alMi. WuxiAn AjjBAsaas, 
 
 gmn: ■" »"ngiir ■nntlnmil tij fhi ■irtiiiiltT nf 
 A «oart. ocaaed to bt oaad la StOBrj aoaifo- 
 ■ittOB b7 writers of rppotatloa. and tba httdlas 
 poali of th* ooiiati7 omd* to odtlvato Tinlfah 
 
 I Tlth waa aa aar^j votary of tka 
 M««a. la ins, ha priatod at Kdlakotk. 
 ** Tba KHiyaa or a Praatiea la ihadMaaAit 
 orFoaria." to whMh kt aS»d **Aaa Bchart 
 AwMlM oaMriali« Maa BMdb aa« (katolk, 
 tobaiil— III aa< nut mil la SMtite Ptaaiia.** 
 TMswwkwMpaMtahcdwtaa ka mm Mava^y 
 ataaCMB,aadiaoatk*«lMla aiailHaiila tokia 
 talaato. la HW, ha pwtoea d a 
 
 a ara aaed aot aaaaaamti^ 
 
 aehli 
 aa aa aatkor, aad to ka»a aaak hh 
 la paMia iiliii Ulia aMAI— r th 
 
 tfcayilaairw. Itii 
 
 of theilx JamaaMorSaatlaad, tteaa af tlMa 
 
 rjamaa I.. V^ aad TL) iiii iifcllj' aaHHana 
 
 Ml at Jnoddaa-flaM. [UUJ wm aa« aa|y a 
 patroa of tha poati, bat iniadiaitly triad 
 
 iK. JMaaa IT. 
 
 1 Hafty, tka ■* 
 of"- - 
 
 1 his (Doabav^ patUiaaa la vow, 
 aad ha preMnraa oaa of tha ktoff*a aaawan to a 
 •apptieatiea whieh ha had prcaMtod, la tha 
 dkaiaetv of aa oM borM. §» a hoaw to protwi 
 bin. from Um aold agaiaat ChHrtniii. Tha 
 kiog^ repljr was aa IbOoara: 
 
 " Altar oar wi Htaga . tra 
 
 Take ta thiifvv hetaa, o 
 
 Wbldi hi ay aaaht. whh arrlea traa, 
 
 lalyaft,rtnap(ll>hlahaai 
 
 Gar hoan hte ao». i«Klaat thb Tala. 
 Aad bortc hha Mm a bMinp-j awh; 
 yoT. with my haad, I ham ladaat 
 To paj « 
 
 ] 8ta Btaaar At 
 of nia« I ih, wtfc of 4a»a» VL jbt 
 MM;] aad WtUiiaa Daoiuieaa m I 
 raoaaaai [bora Umt diad !«•{] aai 
 •ta af 
 
 aat dMd,** aad tha aattaMi M aw af tlM < 
 
 Hynakrii 
 
 paafla. l^atkaa 
 
 loay— nyof oarbtatihannNrlatta c 
 
 "Jaakylba.Jaa. 
 
 ayflUa,** •*Tha »wa baahto," "Joiky 
 Jeaay," ** Matatoa 
 ^Ufw.- *«AaM Boh Monta,** 
 
ESSAY ON THE SONGWRITERS OF SCOTLAND. 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 "Naney'ttc the greenwood gane," " The Carl aft 
 he cam o'er the craft," " The auld Gudeman," 
 ** Although I l>e but a country lass," "The 
 barring of the door," " Ower the hills and far 
 away;' " My jo Janet," " Sae merry as we twa 
 hae been," " Kind Robin lo'es me," " Norland 
 Jocky and Southland Jenny," " Ettriek Banks," 
 fee. Regarding the authorship of these songs, 
 not the faintest trace remains : Whether they 
 emanated from the cot of the peasant or the 
 hall of the peer — whether they, were the produc- 
 tions of sun-burned labour or lettered ease — of 
 actors in the rural scenes described or mere 
 lookers on — can now onlj be made matter of 
 speculation ; but it is pleasing to reflect, that, 
 notwithstanding the civil and religious wars 
 which convulsed the country during the greater 
 portion of this century, dividing society into 
 the extremes of libertinism and fanaticism, the 
 Lyre of Scotland was not suffered to stand all 
 untouched, — that still some Unknown Minstrels 
 lived, able to stir its strings into deepest pathos 
 or wildest humour, and to make its strains 
 heard not only above the fierce clamour of party 
 struggles, but even amid the gloom that brooded 
 over a persecuted people. 
 
 Of the names belonging to the seventeenth 
 century as Scottish song-writers, we can only 
 mention four, — Francis Semple of Beltrees, — 
 Lord Yester, — Lady Grizzel Baillie, and Lady 
 Wardlaw. Semple is the reputed author of 
 " The Blythsome Bridal" (p. 99), " She rose and 
 let me in" (p. 244), and " Maggie Lauder," (p. 
 259). Notices of him and of his claims will be 
 found appended to the respective songs here 
 specified. Lord Yestkr, afterwards Marquis 
 of Tweeddale, who died in 1713, is said to have 
 been the author of the original words to 
 "Tweedside." An account of him will be found 
 at p. 449, where the song is given. Lady Griz- 
 lEL Bailme was the authoress of the exquisite 
 fong, '* Were uae my heart licht I wad die," 
 (l». 1S5), and Lauv Warclaw, the reputed 
 
 authoress of " Hardyknute," is aiko now tQ»> 
 pected of having written one or two of oaf 
 finest ballads, viz. "Sir Patrick Spent" and 
 " Gil Morice." Brief notices of each of these 
 ladies will be found respectively at pp. 135 and 
 560. 
 
 The eighteenth century opened auspictously 
 for Scottish song. In the very first year of that 
 century, (1701,) a boy of fifteen was brought by 
 his step-father from the wilds of Crawfurd-muir 
 to Edinburgh, and apprenticed to a wig-maker. 
 This boy was Allan Ramsat, the great leader, 
 so to speak, of modern Scottish poets, and, until 
 the days of Burns, the most distinguished name 
 of which the lyrical muse of Scotland could 
 boast. Allan was born on the 15th October, 
 1686, at the village of Leadhills, in the parish of 
 Crawfurd-muir, upper ward of Lanarkshire, an 
 obscure hamlet on the banks of Glengoner, a 
 stream tributary to the Clyde. He himself thus 
 describes the place of his birth s — 
 
 " Of Crawfurd-muir, born in Leadhill, 
 Where mineral springs Glengoner fill 
 
 Which joins sweet flowing Clyde, 
 Between auld Crawfurd-Lindsay's towers, 
 And where Deneetne rapid pours 
 
 His stream through Glotta's tide : 
 Native of Clydesdale's Upper Ward, 
 Bi-ed fifteen summers there," &c. 
 
 His father was manager of the lead mines in 
 Crawfurd-muir belonging to the earl of Hope- 
 toun, and was descended from a branch of the 
 Ramsays of Dalhousie, and his mother, Alice 
 Bower, was the daughter of a person who origi- 
 nally came from Derbyshire as an overseer of 
 the mines. Allan lost his father while yet a 
 child, and his mother marrying a second time, 
 he was brought up under the eye of a step- 
 fiitder, who seems to have given him a uood 
 , education, and who, as we have said, appren- 
 ticed him ir his fifteenth year to a wi>?-nuikerin 
 
nsATcnr thk Bturo-wuTESs or Booruiinx 
 
 XdinbiirKli. In tbow dayi, pvHvIti mmn Ib^ 
 umir ftallMk blooa»— tb* priot of A good OM* 
 w* •■« told, rmoglac from 10 to 80 g«laaM| bat 
 ▲Umi abaodoiMd the floarbhliif profcaioa Air 
 that of bookaeller, a few jreiur* after bl* ap> 
 prvntioechip was past, inclining more, a* b« 
 phrawa it himMlf, to " Iin« tbo Inaido td tbo 
 path" than to " thcok th« out." Bio Ant ahep 
 was " at the tlgn of tbo Moreofjr, oppotlt* to 
 ITiddry's W) nd." and bvm tbk plaflO bto mttf 
 poetical production* oma aa t td. 1 
 printed, m they war* wrtttao, la A 
 or half •sheets. In which sis* ihtf foand a ready 
 ■ale, people euming to the habit of woding their 
 children for " Allan Ram«a]r*t last pieoa.** In 
 1716 he published an ediUon of " Christ's Ktrfc 
 on the Green," with an additional canto of bis 
 own. A second edition of it was pabUsbsd In 
 1718, with a third canto suljolaad. and tbo 
 whole ran through fire editions. Tbs 
 tion In which bis own poams wert hsid 
 to make a eolleetion of tbon, wbldl appcarsd la 
 17S1, 4to. and which was so Ubsimlljr sal 
 for that the poet is said to ha«« rsallasd fWnn It 
 400 guineas. Tbs a p a ck as as cT soag^writlng 
 whi^ be bad givra to lbs pabUe bavtag bera 
 warmly rseal*ad.b« was ted hi 17S4 topabUsb 
 the Arrt volanM of bis eolketloa of SOI 
 adTcrtad to In this work—" Tbs Taa-Tabte Mte> 
 eeltenr." Other tbrss volomcs IbUowsd, aad la 
 the coarse of a few yvais this MIseellanjr raa 
 through no leas than twelve editions. In tbs 
 sams year (17!M) he published ** The ETsrgrseai 
 being a collection of 8ooU pt>en)s wrota by tba 
 Ingenioos hefore 1600/' 9 toIs. Most of tbess 
 were from the Dannatyos MS. in the Adro* 
 cates' Library : but one piece of great power and 
 beauty, entitled " The Vision," a political alla- 
 gory displaying Jaoobitical tandeoeics, which ba 
 glTcs as an old production, was bis owa eompo> 
 sition. In 17:15, ba publisbsd bis eslebratcd 
 *'ttentls Shepherd." Foar yaars bsTors this, b* 
 bad hMMd a pastonl skaldi aadsr th* tltte of 
 
 fegr a wqosl aatfsr Ibal oT ** Jeaay aa4 1 
 Tbsss iketobsa wsM so maah appraeoi of tgr Mi 
 ftrteads, that bs was iadoasd to eatoad thsai to 
 the furm of a rtgolar drama, which was satlto 
 siastieaUy received bgr bis ooaotrymca, aad tlM 
 popaiarily oT wbkb bsoaaw aabooadod. Ito 
 tralli as a ptoCaia sT naliaaal aianati wasat 
 oaw neogalssd Igr bigb aad tew| aad al- 
 UM««b tbs paopit of Hisrteai •atottataoA at 
 
 p rsss B UIiiiaS t tbey WMidaaa i i oif Il ia la i i w a r 
 of " Tba Ckatle Bbepbsrd :" aad ov«r tb* wbol* 
 eoaatry— la the laird's ball, lbs temaTs bora, 
 aad tbs vlUag* laa«— ibs pisto waa psiiwniad, 
 or porttoas or U attomptod, Iqr anatoar aatora «r 
 aU laaka, «* gaatte aad aaavto" oftM asmMaii« 
 tofetbsrla Its asblblttoa, aadtaaaH^ttla a 
 styte wbtah was mM to br sarpMB tbs attompto 
 of rioter Tbaspiaaa. ladasd, tb* pupatefHf 9t 
 - Tba Osatte Bbipbstd" psaslmtod al aas Itoto 
 lato tb* obtosMi iiiMiai «f ioriiij i aad sisag 
 tba n»ost nUtorato byads, aay,wsa amsi^tba 
 asr* ti tbs aoal^plt, *w wars to bs ftaad wbe 
 ooold ae» rspsai taifs •* Maada" of *• Patta aad 
 Bofcr." Tbb Is a popolatHr «ikMk •«« Iks 
 posflM at Barna bav* a**«r loaakad.* 
 
 a Of Uto ysan, Ika marito of *'Tba OoaUa 
 OMpbard** bava ooms to bs dIsaaMd ta Mosa ar 
 Magsflass, aad H is mililbiliwi to lad Ibat 
 
 bgbli 
 
 Baal, wbcto iebolanblp li oaly ■ 
 
 orltteal aeamcB. la spaaklag of tbs < 
 
 IIt* mertU of tb* celebrated Orsdl paMoeal 
 
 vrltor, Tbeoeritas, and Bammy, Baal says, tba 
 
 opaalag Ha* of oo* of tb* tetters songs bas 
 
 moe* passion ia it than all Tbeooitoa. Tba 
 
 arltto alloda* to tbe song begloniag 
 
 •* By tb* dcUdoas warmasm of thy meotb,* 
 
 sssp.fln. Tb* fsthnato wbteb Tbaanaa Ombp 
 
 bell tabs* of '*Tb* Oantte Shepherd,- ta Ms 
 
 SpcateBcasof tba Brithb Poets," te so tms ta 
 
ESSAY ON THE SONG-WRITERS OF SCOTLAND. 
 After the publication of his drama, Ramsay^ the heads of Ben 
 
 zU 
 
 removed his shop from Niddry Street to the 
 Luckenbooths, and instead of Mercury adopted 
 
 refrain from quoting it here. " The admirers of 
 the Gentle Shepherd," he says, " must perhaps 
 be content to share some suspicion of na- 
 tional partiality, while they do j ustiee to their 
 own feeling of its merit. Yet, as this drama 
 is a picture of rustic Scotland, it would per- 
 haps be saying little for its fidelity, if it 
 yielded no more agreeableness to the breast of a 
 native than he could expound to a stranger by 
 the strict letter of criticism. We should think 
 the painter had finished the likeness of a mother 
 very indifferently, if it did not bring home to 
 her children traits of indefinable expression 
 which had escaped every eye but that of familiar 
 affection. Ramsay had not the force of Burns; 
 but, neither, in just proportion to his merits, is 
 he likely to be felt by an English reader. The 
 fire of Burns's witand passion glows through an 
 obscure dialect by its confinement to short and 
 concentrated bursts. The interest which Ram- 
 say excites is spread over a long poem, delineat- 
 ing manners more than passions; and the niind 
 must be at home both in the language and 
 manners, to appreciate the skill and comic arch- 
 ness with which he has heightened the display 
 of rustic character without giving it vulgarity, 
 and refined the view of peasant life by situations 
 of sweetness and tenderness, without departing 
 In the least degree from its simplicity. The 
 Gentle Shepherd stands quite apart from the 
 general pastoral poetry of modern Europe. It 
 has no satyrs, nor featureless simpletons, nor 
 drowsy and still landscapes of nature, but dis- 
 tinct characters and amusing incidents. The 
 principal shepherd never speaks out of consis- 
 tency with the habits of a peasant; but he 
 moves in that sphere with such a manly spirit, 
 with so much cheerful sensibility to its hum- 
 ble joys, with maxims of life so rational and in- 
 dependent, and with an ascendency over his 
 fellow-swains so well maintained by his force of 
 character, that if we could suppose the pacific 
 scenes of the drama to be suddenly changed into 
 situations of trouble and danger, we should, in 
 exact consistency with our former idea of him, 
 expect him to beconae the leader of the peasants, 
 and the Tell of his native hamlet. Nor is the 
 character of his mistrees less beautifully coD' 
 
 Jonion and Drammoiid 
 
 of Hawthornden. Here also he commenced a 
 circulating library, being the first which wm 
 established in Scotland. In 1728, he iMued a 
 second volume of poems, which was equally 
 successful with the first, and his fame extend- 
 ing to the sister kingdoms, the whole of his poe- 
 tical works were republished by the London 
 booksellers in 1731, and by the Dublin booksel- 
 lers in 1733. Pope was an admirer of " The 
 Gentle Shepherd," and Gay, when in Scotland, 
 was a frequent lounger in Ramsay's shop.* By 
 many of the Scottish nobility he was also patro- 
 nized, and his intercourse with the distinguished 
 men of the day was extensive. In 1730, he pub- 
 lished a collection of thirty fables, after which he 
 seems to have discontinued his literary efforts. 
 In 1736, he built at his own expense in Garrub- 
 ber's Close the first theatre erected in Scotland. 
 The act for licensing the stage, however, was 
 passed during the ensuing year, and the magis- 
 trates of Edinburgh ordered him to shut up the 
 house. By this speculation he lost a large sum 
 of money. About 1745/ he retired from busi- 
 ness, and spent the last twelve years of his hfe 
 in a house of whimsical construction, which he 
 built on the north side of the castle-hill of 
 
 ceived. She is represented like himself, as ele- 
 vated, by a fortunate discovery, from obscure to 
 opulent life, yet as equally capable of being the 
 ornament of either. A Richardson, or a D'Arb- 
 lay, had they continued her history, might have 
 heightened the portrait, but they could not have 
 altered the outline. Like the poetry of Tasso 
 and Ariosto, that of the Gentle Shepherd is en- 
 graven on the memory of its native country. Its 
 verses have passed into proverbs; and it con- 
 tinues to be the delight and solace of the pea- 
 santry whom it describes." 
 
 *^ A number of the songs in Gay's celebrated 
 " Beggar's Opera" are to Scotch tunes. Gay wa« 
 patronized by the Duke and Duchess of Queene- 
 berry, by whose invitation he came to ticotland, 
 i and resided with them for some time both iu 
 ^.Edinburgh and at Drumlanrig. 
 
ESSAY ON THE 80HO-WSITKB8 OF BOOTLAltJk 
 
 Edinburgh, and which U (tiU dtttiiigniabed bjm " 
 
 the name of Kan»«a) -garden. H« died on th* | 
 7th of January, 1758, and was lnt«fml la the 
 Gray-firiars church-yard. In a marooir appmul- 
 ed to a collection uf hia poema pabltehad a» 
 Glasgow in 1797, we find it atated ti 
 died a bankrupt, and that his dsMs 
 wards paid by bis son, Allan 
 brated portrait painter. This in 
 contrsdicU the usual riewgiren of hia suoean in 
 life, for he is often brought forward as an in- 
 stance of one of the few poets upon whom For- i 
 tune (with the unhappy exception of the Oar- 
 rubber s Close playhouse) uniformly smiled, and 
 whose prudence and self-control aecured a mo- 
 derate independence. Are we to undsrstand, 
 then, that even Ramsay did not eacape tha flUa 
 which is too readily said to belong to tha poetle 
 geniua ? 
 
 In the Preface to the Tea-Table XiaoeUany» 
 Ramaay says, that a number of the aooga an 
 partly written by the Kditor, and partly " dona 
 by tome ingenioui young gentleman, who ware SO 
 well pleased with his undertaking that thajr 
 generously lent him their asaiatanoe." Of thasa 
 "young Kentleroen" we can only apeeUyfoor, 
 namely, Robert Crawfurd,— William Hamilton 
 of Gilbertfield,— William Hamilton of Baogonr, 
 — and Darid Mallet. In the preaent collection | 
 no lesa than ten of CRAwrcan'a songs will be 
 found, and at page 449 is given, in the not* to 
 " Tweedside," all the information that coald be 
 gathered concerning this beautifVil song-writer, 
 who waa unfortunately drowned in returning 
 firom France to his native country in 1732. 
 
 William Hamilton or OiLaaaTriicLO, an 
 estate in the vicinity of Glasgow, 3 miles to the 
 south-east, waa a contributor to Watson's col- 
 lection of Scots Poems (1706-1710,) and was 
 therefore Ramsay's senior in tha poetk field. 
 Ramaay, Indeed, in one of hia epistles, owns 
 that Hamilton's verses first roused his ambition 
 to be a poek 
 
 s I bcsood nnl to otb vHW» 
 
 And «o«M |ov *< Afdttt WMmT* NkMMv 
 Whan boaala HMk taa •«* and tawb 
 
 WkUk BaiarilMt aMrd.** 
 Hamilton wna • lk«le«uit la tha Miy, h a Mlw | 
 a eoanmtsalon la Losd Hyndtad^ i«staMnt.| 
 Ha a|>penis to has* hasn a fajr, h a a Ja iw i M 
 low, of fltrnak and Jovial wmmmn, and a 
 aal&voorita. Tha sent " WDlla «M a waali 
 was," (Pi«* SO.) >• aappoaad bjr Mr D. Lalng 
 be a pradaetton of hk i by othan, ha b fsa 
 rally n n dwa to o d to ba only tha Ml^aal of t 
 piMa. Wa oaa •earetl/conodvaar Mmbil 
 both haro and aathor, saalag tha laadatoif m 
 la whkh ** Wanton WiUjr ia lyohM «L 
 ** Ha waa a man withont a «laf , 
 His haart was frank wlthont a lav,** 
 
 andoUMraaaomlama, wonM eoma battor fr« 
 anolhar hand than " Waaton WtnjrV •« 
 la 
 
 Thoat Iqr Hamilton, «• think, anrpaai Mmm 
 
 Innataral aan and tmmtft haMSM^Ind 
 
 tobathaMharafthlaalyla of tfWa* nfti 
 
 whiefahaabaMiaaBMMhtodaleid tabral 
 
 eaadlnff BooCtMi poata, and by nana m«v 
 
 than Bams. Taka a Tsraa or tw« af BamlM 
 
 flfat Eplstla to Bamaay as a apsclwan »— ' 
 
 " O fkm'd and aalabratad Allaa i 
 
 Renownad BanMajr, caalj aaBan, 
 
 Tbarst newtbar Bli^ndmnn nor 
 
 la 
 
 V' 
 
 * Tha titk ofona of Bamillonli ooa 
 to Watson's eoUactlon. 
 
 t In ooa of Hallo's latteta^qnotad 
 wc find him called Cmftmim HamUtoa, ae 
 
ESSAY ON THE SONG- WRITERS OF SCOTLAND. 
 
 xliii 
 
 Wha bourds wi' thee had need be wary, flection, Hamilton is represented to haTc po«< 
 
 And lear wi' skill thy thrust to parry. 
 When thou consults thy dictionary 
 
 Of ancient words. 
 Which come from thy poetic quarry. 
 
 As sharp as swords. 
 
 " Now tho' I should baith reel and rottle. 
 
 And be as light as Aristotle, 
 
 At Edinburgh we sail ha'e a bottle 
 
 Of reaming claret. 
 Gin that my half-pay siller shottle 
 
 Can safely spare it. 
 
 •• At crambo then we'll rack our brain. 
 Drown ilk dull care and aching pain, 
 Whilk aften does our spirits drain 
 
 Of true content ; 
 Wow, wow! but we's be wonder fain^ 
 
 When thus acquaint." 
 
 During the latter years of his life, Hamilton re- 
 aided at Letterick in the county of Lanark, 
 where he died in 1751, at a very advanced age. 
 He was author of the metrical "Life of Sir 
 Williani Wallace" (from Blind Harry), which 
 enjoys an extensive popularity among the pea- 
 santry of Scotland, and to which we have 
 already adverted in a previous page. 
 
 W1I4LIAM Hamilton of Bangoob was a poet 
 of a very different cast from Hamilton of Gil- 
 bertfield, being distinguished by the delicacy of 
 his sentiments and the refinement of his taste. 
 He was born, of an ancient family in Ayr- 
 shire, in 1704, and received a classical edu- 
 cation. He early discovered a genius for 
 poetry, and wrote a number of pieces which 
 were circulated among his personal friends. A 
 collection of these was first published at Glas- 
 gow in 1748, without his knowledge or consent, 
 he being at that time abroad. A more com- 
 plete collection was published from his own 
 MSS. at Edinburgh in 1760, several years after 
 his death. la a memoir appended to this col- 
 
 sessed the social virtues in an eminent degree, 
 and to have been " in the proper sense of the 
 word, a fine gentleman." In politics, he woji a 
 keen Jacobite, and on the breaking out of the 
 rebellion in 1745, he joined the standard of 
 Prince Charles, and celebrated its first triumph 
 in an Ode on the battle of Gladsmuir. After 
 the disastrous affair of CuUoden, he, like hia 
 prince, suffered many hardships as a fugitive in 
 the Highlands before he finally escaped to 
 France. He eventually, however, made his 
 peace with the government, and came home to 
 his paternal estate, but ill health obliged him to 
 return to the Continent, where he continued 
 till his death, which took place at Lyons, in 
 March, 1754. His body was brought to Scotland, 
 and interred in the Abbey-church of Holyrood- 
 house. Four of Hamilton of Bangour's contri- 
 butions to the Tea-Table Miscellany are given in 
 this work, the most noted of which is hia 
 " Braes of Yarrow," beginning, 
 
 " Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnie, bonnie bride," 
 
 a piece written professedly " in imitation of the 
 ancient ballad," but which bears little similitude 
 to that class of compositions. It« many beau- 
 ties are marred, we conceive, by the perpetual 
 " iteration" of the words, to which even a 
 long familiarity will scarcely reconcile the ear. 
 Ex. gr. 
 " Lang maun she weep, lang tnaun the, maun 
 
 she weep, 
 Lang maun she weep with dule and sorrow, 
 
 &c., &c. 
 
 David Mali.et (originally Malloch) waa aa- 
 thor of the opening verses of the ' ' Birks of In- 
 vermay," (seep. 47.) and also of the well-known 
 ballad " William and Margaret," (given in The 
 Book of Scottish Ballads, p. 78). He belonged 
 originally to Perthshire, and waa resident ia 
 Edinburgh when the Tea-Table MiaoeUanj waa 
 
xliv 
 
 E88AT ON THE BOKO WKITEBS OF BOOfTLAVIK 
 
 goios on. While itndriog at the Univniity^cd, witk m 
 
 thmn, he obtained a tatonhip in Um Aunfly of 
 
 the Dnke of Montroee, throogli whoa* 
 
 be owed much of his afler-eoeoaM in Vtk» la 
 
 London t>e mingled with the moet d 
 
 literati of the day, and pobUahed a varlMj «f 
 
 pieces, but his cbaraetar mt a owa cf pvoMlj 
 
 st^ms to have been de*etlf«, and bli mum la 
 
 the literary hUtory of tha ttofli li by ao 
 
 a creditable one. He died la 17M. la MM of 
 
 his early letters to a flrlead, iPt tod 
 
 spealung of Hamilton of OUbertflaM i 
 
 •ay. " I saw Gaptain UamQloa ■OOM tta* aflo 
 
 in Edinburgli. Ha has nada 
 
 of Wallace/ and at tiia 
 
 eharaeter with paopla af «M 
 
 to hava treatad bk baro aa 
 
 Edward of old. Tia tha AMa of WsHbw to ba 
 
 alwajrs mardaved. Mr 
 
 no higher than hambla aoa n a l a* aft piaaaait ba 
 
 has published several ooUaetloaa of 
 
 songs, and considerably obUgad tba foaag ana* 
 
 tores of both sexes. Bis mtmllmi^ 
 
 wrote iy aarions kmmdt. Hhase are 
 
 •ateriataMcate la lonm.** la 
 
 we find an Spiatla " to Mr 2>BVkl Malloeb, oa 
 
 his departure thwn Seotlaad,** whieh shows 
 
 that an intimacy exiatad b at wa aa tha post aad 
 
 Mallet. 
 
 Mallet eojagrwl tba firlandditp of bia dlatta- 
 guislMd oouatryman, Jamss Thomsoit, antbor 
 of " The Seasons," [bom 1700 ; died 1748.J two 
 of whoee songs will be fouud in the 
 lection. The " Masque of Alfred," in whidt the 
 patriotic ode of " Rule Britannia" first appear- 
 ed, was a Joint production of both, but Thomson 
 was author of the ode. It may here be remark* 
 
 • SonneU used to be a term i^>plicd in Soot- 
 land to tongt. Burns represents Tam o'Shan- 
 
 " Whyles crooning o'er an auld Scou a 
 
 that tha twa flMMpapakr patriotla flMnla tba 
 
 lagiiib laagaaii aia tba fsiiaiilluaa ariaao- 
 
 byTb(iaHoa,aad**Ta 
 
 ilBpla ttrngb^ «f SeottWi aaaga 
 
 Baaav Oaasr. a maaleiaa by yiofcirtaii la tba 
 aarljr part «f ttia laak aaaiaiy . aad. If aa ariMaba 
 
 aatiaattoa, eoatpoaad both tba 
 
 wotda. Qaiay waa aalbor aad 
 
 Sally la oar Alley," aad other, 
 
 Ba died by ble own 
 
 band la 1741 ' Xdmoad Kaaa, tba gnat tntge- 
 
 Oaf«y» waa d m iaJid ftaai btaa. Tba i 
 ilBffatar polat la tba blatoty af tba Vatlaaai 
 ▲Dthem !•» that It waa arlftoally a Ham Jaaa* 
 Mte eftMloa, and writtsa, aboetly bate* tba la* 
 aarreetkm of 17M, to wilauais tba Fislsadai. 
 Tha woida wart, of ooant, au aww^ t dUkNat 
 tram what they aow ara. 
 
 aaaai cOwt la tba Loadaa 
 theatres. Bver daaa It baa baaa tba latablbbsd 
 Boyal Anthem. Maay yaan lalar, Haary 
 CaNyli SOB aadeatrmnad to aalabttib bia •rtbara 
 eUhn to tha aathofablp» with tba vtav of ob- 
 taining a peoaloa. bat bal^ eblitid to aappma 
 thehctof ttaorlfflaalJaMbltiflalabaiaetor, ba 
 
 llB 
 
 ■rtty waa 
 
 • of aD tha aqatovy that 
 
ESSAY ON THE S0NG-WRITEH3 OF SCOTLAND. 
 
 leading source of amusement. At Corri's cele- 
 brated concert rooms in Edinburgh, Scottisli 
 melodies were greatly in demand, and the name 
 of Ferdinand© Tenducci, a celebrated Italian 
 singer, who established himself in the capital 
 about the middle of the century, is yet remem- 
 bered for the truth and exquisite pathos with 
 which he sung some of our best lyrics. About 
 this period, it was the ambition of many mov- 
 ing in good society to write verses to Scottish 
 tunes, and ladies, as well as gentlemen, ventur- 
 ed their part. In particular, we may mention 
 Mrs Cockbukn and Miss Jank P^lliot, the 
 authoresses of the two sets of " The Flowers of 
 the Forest," given at p. 368. It is not very well 
 ascertained which of the sets of the song was 
 first written, but the following biographic notices 
 of the two ladies, which we find in Mr David 
 Laing's Appendix to Johnson's Museum, will 
 doubtless interest the reader, especially as they 
 furnish glimpses of Edinburgh society at this 
 period, and of the parents of Sir Walter Scott. 
 
 ** Mrs Cockburn was a daughter of Robert 
 Rutherford of Feinalee, in the county of Sel- 
 kirk, and born probably about 1710 or 1712. In 
 1731 she married Patrick Cockburn, youngest 
 son of Adam Cockburn of Ormiston, Lord Jus- 
 tice-Clerk, who died 16th of April, 1735, in the 
 7yth year of his age. Patrick was admitted ad- 
 vocate, 27th of January, 1728 ; but died, ' after 
 a tedious illness,' at Musselburgh, 29th of April, 
 1753. Her pathetic verses, * I've seen the smil- 
 ing of fortune beguiling,' are printed in * The 
 Lark,' p. 37, Edinburgh, 1765, with some occa- 
 sional variations. She survived her husband 
 for more than forty years. From family inti- 
 macy, this lady was well known to Sir Walter 
 Scott in his youth, and on several occasions he , 
 has mentioned her in terms of great regard. 
 • Even at an age,' he says, * advanced beyond | 
 the usual bounds of humanity, she retained a i 
 play of imagination, and an activity of intellect, | 
 which must have been attractive and delightful , 
 
 is in youth, but were almost preternatural at h«r 
 I period of life. Her active benevolence, keeping 
 pace with her genius, rendered her equally an 
 I object of love and admiration. The Editor, 
 j who knew her well, takes this opportunity of 
 I doing justice to his own feelings; and they are in 
 ! unison with those of all who knew his regretted 
 friend.' (Border Minstrelsy, vol. iii. p. 338, edit. 
 1833. ) See also Lockharfs Life of Scott, vol. i. 
 pp. 9, 86, 88, 97, 122; and vol. ii. p. 368. 
 
 " Sir Walter Scott communicated at consider- 
 able length to Mr Robert Chambers, when pub- 
 lishing his * Scottish Songs, in 1829, his perso- 
 nal recollections of Mrs Cockburn ; and these, 
 as possessed of more than common interest, are 
 here copied from the preface to that collection. 
 
 " ' Mrs Catherine Cockburn, authoress of 
 those verses to the tune of the Flowers of the 
 Forest, which begin, 
 
 I've seen the smiling of fortune beguiling, 
 
 was daughter to Rutherford, Esq. of 
 
 Fairnalee in Selkirkshire. A turret in the old 
 house of Fairnalee is still shown as the place 
 where the poem was written. The occasion was 
 a calamitous period in Selkirkshire, or Ettnck 
 Forest, when no fewer than seven lairds or pro- 
 prietors, men of ancient family and inheritance, 
 having been engaged in some imprudent tpccu* 
 lations, became insolvent in one year. 
 
 " ' M iss C. Rutherford was married to 
 
 Cockburn, son of Cockburn of Ormiston, Lord 
 Justice-Clerk of Scotland. Mr Cockburn act«d as 
 Commissioner for the Duke of Hamilton of that 
 day ; and being, as might be expected ttom his 
 family, a sincere friend to the Revolution and 
 Protestant succession, he used his interest with 
 his principal to prevent him from joining in the 
 intrigues which preceded the insurrection of 
 1745, to which his Grace is supposed to haw 
 had a strong inclination. 
 
 " • Mrs Cockburn was herself a keen Whig. 1 
 remember having heard repeated a parody oo 
 
SaBAY OH XHK BOHG-WUTas OT BOOrLAJOK 
 
 xlvi 
 
 Tene, to tbe toat of " Cbml Um Ckldnm." In 
 the midat of the tieto or btoeluul* of tfto CMtto 
 or Kdiaboish, tbe curttaf* in vl>ict» Mn Cede 
 buTB WM retoming from a rWt to Bawietoae, 
 WM etoppod by tfao Hifhfawd gvMd at the 
 W Mt Port { and, ae she had a aenr of the parody 
 about 
 at tbe 
 
 talkad of MarohlDg tbe earriac* tbr letton aad 
 c o crMpoade n ee with tbe Whlfs la tha elty. 
 
 eocniMd asbetefinf to a ftBtknuutAkfaaiabl* 
 to tho oaoM «r th* AdvMtatar, to ttet Mn 
 Oockbani eeeaped, with tha OMrtioa ao4 to 
 carry politiaal eqaibe about htr pwoa la tt- 
 ton. 
 
 " * Apparently, ebe was fond of parody ; ae I 
 haT* beard a very clever one of her writlag, 
 npon the old eoog, " Kaney't to the greonwood 
 gaoe.** The ocoMton of her writing it, waa tbe 
 r^eoCloa of her brother's band by a fhot«tte 
 young hwly cf fttebion. Tbe lint Tetae imn 
 tbae>- 
 
 Nancys to the A ew m bly gaoe. 
 
 To bear the fbpe a' ehatterlng , 
 And WUUe he baa followed her, 
 Tu win her love by flattering. 
 " ' I fkrtber reineniber only tbe laat rerae, 
 which deacribes tbe aort of exquiaite then ia 
 
 Wad ye ba'e bonnie Nancy ? 
 Ka, I'll ba'e ane baa learned to <bnoe« 
 
 And that can pleaae ny fluiey; 
 Ane that can flatter, bow, and dance. 
 
 And make Iotc to tbe ladiea. 
 That kena bow folk behaTe in France, 
 
 And 'a bauld amang tbe cadiea. * 
 
 * " An old-fiuhloned tpedea ofaerTlceable at- 
 tendanta, between the atreet-porter and tbe vaiet- 
 de-place, peculiar to Edinburgh. A great num- 
 
 Ml* Oe^boffa waa aaltiilM wt BHay 
 
 othOT little pi partiealarty a aM af toaMa 
 
 daaeriptiv* of •!»• of her frieoda, aad Mi» to a 
 aaaaKMof then w«ta aMaihM. 
 
 a|«atli«r«»> 
 
 r vrfhmA to tha i 
 
 Taathfaigtban 
 
 Tkia waa written for n^ lUlMr, thta a yoa^ 
 aad w tn a rfc a b ly bandaoma aiaa. 
 
 " ' Tbe intitnaqr waa gnat bataaaa mtf «•• 
 thar and Mra Ooekban. 8ha natdad la Oktah* 
 toa Strwt, and, ny lktlMr*a howt bal^ la 
 0«icfl«'a Square, tha interaoana of that di^* 
 whi^ was of a vary eioaa aad ■ 
 
 >r to ladaaa Mn Oaakbara to «Mla« 
 gaiab bar la bar wflL Mn Obakbara ImA ika 
 nlaiivtiuia to leaa aa oaly aaa, Patriak Oaak 
 bam, who bad tbe imak of Oaptaia la tha 
 I>ragoooa, aevcfal yaan belfata harewadMtiit 
 
 *' *Mn Oookbara was oaa af thai 
 wboaa takata for aeannatloa bm«» 
 
 writiags eaa ba aspaetad to pf«di 
 
 XUaabeth; bat the nan waarathar 
 She waa proad af bar aabara k 
 fegr tfaaa^ •< 
 
 bar ware always haagfav aboat tha 4 
 Ana ml ily B nn iiM, O lawJa n . 
 
ESSAY ON THE SONG-WRITEEfl OF SCOTLAND. 
 
 xlvii 
 
 WHS upwards of eighty years old. She maintain-^ 
 ed the rank iu the bociety of Edinburgh, which 
 French women of talents usually do in that of 
 Paris; and her little parlour used to assemble a 
 very distinguished and accomplished circle, 
 among whom David Hume, John Home, Lord 
 Monboddo, and many other men of name, were 
 frequently to be found. Her evening parties 
 were very frequent, and included society distin- 
 guished both for condition and talents. The 
 petit touper which always concluded the even- 
 ing, was like that of Stella, which she used to 
 quote on the occasion : — 
 
 A supper like her mighty self. 
 Four notliings on four plates of delf. 
 
 But they passed off more gaily than many cost- 
 lier entertainments. 
 
 " ' She spoke both wittily and well, and 
 maintained an extensive correspondence, which, 
 if it continues to exist, must contain many 
 things highly curious and interesting. My re* 
 collection is, that her conversation brought her 
 much nearer to a Frenchwoman than to a na- 
 tive of England ; and, as I have the same im- 
 pression with respect to ladies of the same 
 period and the same rank in society, I am apt 
 to think that the vidlle cour of Edinburgh 
 rather resembled that of Paris than that of 
 St James's ; and particularly, that the Scotch 
 imitated the Parisians in laying aside much of 
 the expense and form of those little parties in 
 which wit and goud-humour were allowed to 
 supersede all occasion of display. The lodging 
 where Mrs Cockburn received the best society of 
 her time, would not now offer accommodation 
 to a very inferior person.' 
 
 " It will be remarked that Sir Walter Scott 
 has styled Mrs Cockburn, Miss Catherine Ruther- 
 ford and Mrs Catherine Cockburn. From the ] 
 following entry of her marriage in the Parish 
 Register of Ormiston, it is certain that Sirj 
 Walter was mistaken : — 
 
 *12th March, 1731, Mr Patrick Cockburn, 
 Advocate, in this parish, and MIm AUton Ru- 
 therford, in the Parish of Galashiels, were cou- 
 tracted in order to marriage, and after due pro> 
 clamation were married.' 
 
 " Mrs Alison Cockburn died at Edinburgh on 
 the 24th of November, 1794. 
 
 " Miss Jakb Elliot was the second daughter 
 of Sir Gilbert Elliot of Minto, Bart., one of the 
 Lords of Session, anl Lord Justice-Clerk (who 
 died 16th of AprU, 176U, aged 73), and Helen 
 Stuart, daughter of Sir Robert Stuart of Allan- 
 bank. She was born in the year 1727. Uer 
 song, ' The Flowers of the Forest,' is said to 
 have been written about the year 1755; and 
 when first published it passed as an old ballad. 
 In Herd's Collection of Scottish Songs and Bal- 
 lads, 1776, and in other copies, both Misa 
 Elliot's and Mrs Cockburn's stanzas are incor- 
 porated as partof a long narrative ballad, which 
 begins. 
 From Spey to the Border was peace and good 
 
 order. 
 The sway of our monarch was mild as the May; 
 Peace he adured, which Southrons abhorred. 
 Our marches they plunder, our wardens they 
 
 slay. 
 " These stanzas are altogether inferior, and of 
 a modern cast; and it may safely be alleged 
 that neither Miss Elliot nor Mrs Cockburn had 
 any concern in writing them. Miss Elliot'* 
 elegy long remained anonymous. Sir Walter 
 Scott, in printing it, in the Border Minstrelsy, 
 1803, says, * The following well-known and 
 beautiful stanzas were composed, many yean 
 ago, by a lady of family in Roxburghshire. The 
 manner of the ancient Minstrels is so happily 
 imitated, that it required the most positive evi- 
 dence to convince the Editor that the song was 
 of modern date.' 
 
 " For many years, at least from 1783 to ISOi, 
 Miu Elliot resided in Brown Square, Kdin- 
 
xlviii 
 
 EB8AV ON THE 80N6-WBITIBS OF HCOTLXWEk 
 
 aodotbtrplMMr 
 
 burgh ; bat she died at her brother. Admiral J^ O yH l , ** 
 Klliotl leat, at Mount Teviot, Boxburghahin* 
 on the SMh of March. 1805." 
 
 While Scottith long was thui eoltitrated and 
 patronised by the higher claeaea oi tociety in 
 Edinburgh, a young BootUth poet of ondoubtad 
 genius, and whoM name atanda aaoond oaljr to 
 Burns, was auffered to waata hla few yaam of 
 manhood aa copying clerk to a lawjar in that 
 city, at a iniall weeiily pittanea, and Anally to 
 perish, with all his senses about him, in tha dia- 
 mal cell of an old mad-house I The (kta of 
 Robert Burns has been much and Justly de- 
 plored, but that of his great precursor, Boaaar 
 FxaoussoM, was by many degreca mora lamaota' 
 bly unhappy. He was born in Xdioburgh, of 
 parents who originally came from Abardaau' 
 shire, on the 17th October, 1700, and aiWr !«• 
 ceivine a giod elorr.entary education, be waa, in 
 his thirteenth year, entered as a bursar at tha 
 university of St Andrews, with an oltlmat* 
 Tiew on the part of his parenu to tha elerioal 
 profession. The buruiry, or, as it is called in 
 £ngland, the exhibition, (an endowment by a 
 Mr Ferguson for young men of tha same name) 
 lasted four years, and on iU expiration tha poai 
 quitted ^t Andrews, and returned to Kdlnbargh. 
 His (kther (who had held tha altantion of an ao> 
 countant tu the British Llaan Company) wm 
 now dead, and want of peoonlary naana pro- 
 bably prevented Fergixsaon from p r oea c utiog hla 
 aca<iemical career. He now obtained employ- 
 ment as a copyist of legal papers, and continued 
 at this drudgery during the few short yean of 
 his life, relieving his mind, however, as oppor- 
 tunity offered, by the oompoaition of pleoei 
 of poetry, which were regularly inaerted In Bud- 
 diman'a Weekly Magaxine, and attraetad i 
 considerable share of attention. In that perio> 
 dical first appeared his " Farmer's Ingle** (which 
 gave more than the hint to Burns's Cotter's 
 fkiturday Night), his '* Braid Claith." '< Cauler 
 
 ' Ctalar Watar,- 
 
 rifttM 
 
 pta 
 
 osi«fa«alla< 
 
 idk 
 
 1778. thaaanadotta 
 volume, bat thi 
 ■hUlinf by the pabUenllon. Hiaeo«npMy,lM«- 
 •Ttr, waa ma«b aoaght nflor, Ibr, Uha BavM^Mi 
 eo M Taii tt on al powus an aald to hatra baM 
 •van DMN cApdvallBf ibaa kl« wtftton p s^ — ■ 
 tlona. Tha rsairi 
 dlialpnla4oonipa 
 
 naUyterfromatroagftarteaalymnrad. Aan*> 
 eidantnl lalorTiaw, also, which ha bad with tiM 
 fluaooa Bihla nnaoUtor, tha B«v. John Blown of 
 Uaddlntton, threw him into rslifioai Jeap w - 
 dancgr, and hia d lsea ae was agfravatad hy • 1^11 
 In daaoanding a atair, hy whieh hla hand waa 
 aartona^ oU, and hla wind thrown Into a aiaM 
 oTdaHrlttB. ▲» laat, hla itaaMi aaamad to b* 
 In a fttat niaaaara daatroyod, and hla wldwwad 
 Bothar, with whan ha itoMad, waa aasnpalM 
 to aaritn htm to tha pobllo aagrlom, whkh Ihau 
 eonsbtod of a wntehad aertea of dana aastf tha 
 dty wall, not at Ibr tha eoeflnamant of wlM 
 beaata, fkr leaa of human balnga labouing andar 
 thadlrwtoraahualtka. Tha nalbrtaaato y«u( 
 man bad oAm fcaiad that Ihta woaM ba hla 
 Itba ni omsat of bla «nliBa«, m 
 oTwlMnba wm broha apoa hla 
 ) MMNd mmjvl daspalr, whWi 
 ■aim of tha a^ahn aads, 
 and thvUlad with pity and horror tha frIaMis 
 who aeoompanled hfan. A few day* bafera hU 
 dlaaolntiea, hla raaaoo appaara to hata astlnly 
 Ntnmad, and hla nsothar, who bad wmlirsi a 
 ramltlanoa from barddar Ma, Baaiy, tfMa at 
 asa, waa prsfiaring to bav« hfan r aw i asad hoaw. 
 
 Ha aaplMd la hla aril, aa Am 
 1774, aftar aoooAnamaat of aboat 
 
 Bla at* waa oa|y tmm^fjkmr 
 Bvnm, aa la waU^UMma, ataetad a 
 lak o««r hla gimva la Hw Quwa«a'» 
 
ESSAY ON THE SONG-WRITERS OF SCOTLAND. xlU 
 
 churchyard, and in hia works, on more than^ There are only two songs in the present ool- 
 
 one occasion, he speaks of him with afifectionate 
 enthusiasm. On a copy of Fergusson's poems 
 presented to a young lady, he says, 
 " Curse on ungrateful man that can be pleased. 
 And yet can starve the author of his pleasure 1 
 O thou, my elder brother in misfortune. 
 By far my elder brother in the muses. 
 With tears I pity thy unhappy fate : 
 Why is the bard unfitted for the world. 
 Yet has so keen a relish of its pleasures ?" 
 
 An incident, strikingly illustrative of the un- 
 happy destiny of the young poet, and at the same 
 time of the honourable esteem in which he was 
 held by those who best knew him, must not re- 
 main untold. Shortly after his death a letter 
 €ame from India directed to him, inclosing a 
 draught for one hundred pounds, and inviting 
 him thither, where a lucrative situation was 
 promised him. The letter and draught were from 
 an old and attached school-fellow, a Mr Burnet, 
 whose name deserves to be for ever linked with 
 Fergusson's for this act of munificent, though 
 fruitless, generosity. 
 
 No authentic portrait of Fergusson exists; but 
 his personal appearance is thus described by 
 those who knew him. In stature he was about 
 five feet nine inches, slender and handsome. 
 His countenance was rather effeminate when in 
 repose, but this was not felt when he was ani- 
 mated, and his large black eyes sparkled with 
 intelligence. His complexion was uniformly 
 pale or yellow, and betokened delicate health. 
 His forehead was elevated, and he wore his own 
 lair brown hair, with a long massive curl on 
 each side of the head, terminating in a queue, 
 dressed with a black silk ribbon. He was noted 
 for the gentleness and humanity of his disposi- 
 tion, and is said, in his manners, to have united 
 the sprightliness and innocence of a child with 
 the knowledge of a profound and judicious 
 thinker. < 
 
 lection with the name of Robert Fergusson, and 
 I we doubt if one of them (" Hallow Fair," paire 
 j 100,) was really written by him, for though ge- 
 I nerally attributed to him, we do not find it in 
 I the collected editions of his works. Fergu&son, 
 indeed, did not much cultivate the lyrical inuw 
 of his country, which is the more remarkable as 
 he possessed an excellent voice, and sung beau- 
 tifully. When labouring under insanity, we are 
 told, he sometimes burst forth into one or other 
 of his favourite melodies — " The Lirks of Inver- 
 may" was the chief— and on those occasions, he 
 is said to have executed them with a power and 
 pathos, which fiir surpassed his finest exertions 
 when in health, and invaiiably moved his list- 
 eners to tears. ' 
 
 About the period of which we now treat, the 
 North of Scotland produced at least four song- 
 writers, some of whose pieces have been emi- 
 nently popular and still retain a place in the 
 collections. We name them in the order of 
 their seniority : — Alexander Boss, Eer. John 
 Skinner, Dr Alexander Geddes, and James 
 Tytler. 
 
 Albxandbr Russ was the son of a farmer in 
 the parish of Kincardine O'Neil, Aberdeenshire, 
 where he was born in April, 1699. He received 
 a regular classical education at the Marischal 
 college of Aberdeen, but his ambition never 
 seems to have gone beyond that of a parish 
 schoolmaster, for though offered a settlement in 
 the church, if he would study divinity, he de- 
 
 « It is curious to trace the revlTiflcation of 
 family likeness and family talent in an after 
 generation. Fergusson's eldest sister was mar- 
 ried to a Mr David Inverarity, a cabinet-maker 
 in Edinburgh, from whom is descended Un- 
 celebrated vocalist. Miss Inverarity, late of 
 Covent-Garden Theatre. This lady, who is now 
 married and retired from the stage, is grand- 
 niece to the poet, and is said to bear a strikioif 
 resemblance to her distinguished nsUtivo. 
 
1 ZMJLT OK THS B0K0.WBITEB8 OF 800TLAVS. 
 
 cimed it on Um modMt pim thftt h* did wnA Th* R«t. Jpwit tetioria, —tlwr «f * ^ J kifc 
 
 think hiniMlf worthy of the offle* of • tiergj- 
 man. Be taught In wrenU piaeM, tUl h* wa» 
 finally tttttod, in th« year ITSt, a* paroehial 
 wboolmaatMr of Locblcs, a wild and thinlj. 
 peopled parish in the very heart at Ihe Oram« 
 plana, at the head of the nlity ot the Horth 
 Esk. ThU bumble bat oeeftU eitoatloa he 
 held till hU death oo the SOth of Uaj, 1784, 
 a period of not leta than fifty -two yean, daria^ 
 which time bia emolunkenta did not i i eeed 
 twenty pouode a year, cxcloiiva of the ow of a 
 giebe, but on whldi he eoatrlvad to Ufa, with 
 a wi* and Cunily, in oooafbtt and ladapeadooee, 
 and is described by Dr BeaiUe, who knew him 
 In his latter days, as " a good'hiamoored, aoelal, 
 happy, old man, modest without dowaiah* 
 neas, and lirely without petulanoe." Boea had 
 nearly reached the patriarchal age of estrentj 
 before he beeanae author. In U7B he pubiiahed 
 atiibardeMi, **Tha Fortunate abephaideee, a 
 paatotal tale In the Seottiah dialeet. to whleh 
 ar« added a few tonga.** TIm atoiy of ** Tha 
 Fortanate Bhephardeaa** la vaiy lU eone biwued 
 and cstramety nnaatialhctoiy to tha laadag 
 (for the>brfMa« of the Hhaphatdaaa nnnahn la 
 being wedded to a wealthy wooer, not la ob- 
 taining the oltfeet of bar fliU aflbettoa, with 
 whom ahe had apent bar early yaara)— hal tba 
 poem itaclf abounda in many daaoriptlta bean* 
 tiea, and is still popular In the north of 8eo«- 
 Und. Of Boss's songs, we have foirtod two of 
 his bect^" The B<«k and the wee piekla Tbw,** 
 and " The Bridal o't." The first ia a nnivenal 
 fitvourite, and the latter deaerree to be preesrred 
 were it for nothing elae than the aplrited de< 
 aoription of Scotch dancing in the last verse t — 
 
 " He dances best that dances Aut, 
 
 And loupe at ilka reeaing o't. 
 And claps bis hands fhM hough to hougb. 
 
 And furls about the feaaings o't <" 
 
 goewm." and otber admired ■nnp, w— a alwtj • 
 
 potied tbaartxlf^v* yaaia. 
 
 ) mHii tea 
 
 aoanty ine oa n a^ ba i 
 UTadtoaeebloeMBit aw avAalaad hhbnp peer 
 bla own d iBcem. Ba was aatbor of an leele 
 etaatfaal Hlalsey of Baotland, pabUabad in 17M, 
 •ad other works h> oonaeeiloa with bto pro»e 
 •km; bat bis nama wUI proteb^ bt kngeal 
 p issa i va d by tba soafs ba wi««e, TrtUab are ao« 
 rnaay la aamber, bat aU adrntaaMo la almna 
 tar. TlMlrUtlM win at aaoenmlad tba leader 
 bow maob Is daa le SklBaor aaasoafwrHera— 
 ' O why abeald oU a«> so 
 OS, O,- 
 •*Tba Bwls wi* tbe arooliad bora," 
 your flddlas,** and ** Ll«y Ubeny." Bklaaor 
 was beta at BaUbar, la tba parlab of Btem, 
 Abesdosasbim, la 17Il,aad died la 1807. Barae 
 
 I while 1 Uvo I 
 I wae la tbe aortb. I 
 bad m«t tlM plsasa r s of piling a yoangar bto* 
 ' ' author of tbe baet 
 
 mmla n^ drtigbti' The wor 
 slightly of the craft of seog-maklat.'lf t^if 
 plcaes, but, as Job aay«.— ' O, that ndao advar- 
 aary bad written a book r— let tbam try. Tbeta 
 is a oertaln eometblaff la tha oM fiaoiab soa^^ 
 a wild bapptaeea of Iboagbt aad aspnerioa, 
 whidi peeoliar^ marka tbem, aot on|y Area 
 KogUeh eongs. but also ftom tba atodara eftirts 
 of eong-wrlgbu, in oar nati«« maaaar aad laa> 
 goaga. The only remaiae of this eaabaataaeal, 
 theea ^dls of the imaginatloa, laet with yoa. 
 Oar tras beotber Boss, of Locblsa, was llbswlw 
 
ESSAY ON THE SONG- WRITERS OP SCOTLAND. 
 
 li 
 
 Alexander Geddes, LL.D., author of the^ the most impassioned lyrical poet which thU or 
 
 well-known songs " Lewie Gordon" and " The 
 Wee Wifikie," was another clerical character in 
 the north, but he belonged to the Roman Catho- 
 lic church, and ofiSciated for many years as 
 priest, until he came to be suspended or deposed 
 by his bishop for entertaining certain liberal no- 
 tions, and particularly for occasionally attend- 
 ing a Protestant house of worship. He finally 
 settled in London, where he published a num- 
 ber of political and polemical pamphlets, his 
 great work, however, being an English transla- 
 tion of the Bible, upon which he was engaged 
 for a number of years. He died in 1802, His na- 
 tive place was Banffshire, where he was born 
 in 1737. 
 
 Of James Tyti.eb, the author of " Loch 
 Erroch side," " The Bonnie Brucket Lassie," 
 &c,, some account will be found in the intro- 
 ductory notices to these songs — (see p. 241 and 
 370.) Other song-writer^ belonging to about 
 this period may be here only referred to, as 
 brief notices of them are given in the body of the 
 present collection, and their importance as lyri- 
 cal writers does not demand a more extended 
 account.— Dr Austin, (p. 120.) Rev. Dr 
 Blacklock, (p. 399.) Sir John Clerk, (p. 
 378.) William Dudgeon, (p. 5.) Sir Gilbert 
 Elliot, (p. 134.) Lieut.-General Sir Harry 
 Erskine, (p. 426.) Hon. Andrew Erskine, (p. 
 442.) Richard Hewit, (p. 175.) Lady Ann 
 Lindsay, (p. 204.) Rev. John Logan, (p. 399.) 
 John Lowe, (p. 151.) John Mayne, (p. 24.) W. 
 J. MiCKLB, (p. 112.) Rev. Dr Jamhs Muir- 
 HBAD, (p. 17.) Isabel Paoan, (p. 466.) Adam 
 Bkibvino, (p. 129.) and Rev. Dr Webster, (p. 
 S87.) 
 
 We now reach the era of Robert Burns— the 
 most voluminous, the most versatile, and, at 
 tlie sjime time, the truest, the tenderest, and 
 
 * owre cannie' — a wild warlock — but now he 
 sings among the ' sous of the morning ' " 
 
 any other country can boast. The first edition 
 of Burns's poems was published in 1786, and he 
 died in 1796; so that lils career of living lame 
 and detraction — of human glory and abasement 
 — of extravagant joy and profound misery— of 
 brilliant hopes and dark despairs — was compre> 
 bended within the limited cycle of ten years. 
 born on the 25th of January, 1759, in a 
 cottage situated about two miles to the south of 
 the town of Ayr, and in the immediate vicinity 
 of Alloway kirk and the Auld Brig of Doon. 
 His father, William Burness, a native of Kin- 
 cardineshire, was a gardener and farm overseer, 
 at the time of the poet's birth, in the employ- 
 ment of Mr Ferguson of Doonholm ; his mother, 
 Agnes Brown, was the daughter of Gilbert 
 Brown, farmer of Craigenton, in the parish of 
 Kirkoswald, on the Carrick coast of Ayrshire. 
 It is often said, that the child partakes more of 
 the mother than the father, and certainly in 
 many cases of distinguished men the mothers 
 have been remarkable for superior wit or judg- 
 ment, but as a general rule we believe that the 
 offspring is more deeply imbued with the idio- 
 syncrasy, mental and corporeal, of the Cither 
 than the mother. In the lower animals this is 
 prominently the case, the virtue of the stock 
 being found to rest almost exclusively in the 
 cliaracter of the male parent. Burns, however, 
 resembled his mother more than his father in 
 personal aspect, and to her he was indebted for 
 his earliest knowledge of the ballads and songs 
 of his country. It is gratifying to know, that 
 she lived to enjoy the fruits of his Came : he» 
 death did not take place till 1820, at the great 
 age of eighty-eight. The childhood of Burns up 
 to his seventh year was spent where he was 
 born ; hut in 1766, the father took a lease of th« 
 farm of Mount Oliphant in the neighbourhood, 
 and here the poet lived till his eighteenth year, 
 receiving snatches of education at the parish- 
 school of Dalrymple, about three miles dUtant, 
 
m 
 
 BBBAY OV THK SOXG-WRITCW OV BOOtLAMIk 
 
 •iKl alao priv»tely from U« bU»«, and Mr Mor-A whtah «M «nMt|y bfohM off aft «te h 
 
 d'Cb, a tmdamt bf 
 fHnid of tha fluiOy i bat the ftur fTMUr portioo 
 of hk tliiM waa ooeapkd In Um laboois si tba 
 term, wbara, long befon ha taaafcid manhood, 
 ha bad to perfonn, with his fiuh« and bto- 
 ther Gilbert, the work of a man. Mowik 
 Oliphant, owing to tha povartgr of tha mU and 
 the want of capital, proved a rnteona ■pHala* 
 tlon : and in the jear 1777, William BvnMH, 
 availinff himeeir of a break in the kam, ramoaad 
 to Loclilea. a larter and bettor fltfm, ahoat «n 
 miles >.n, in the pariah of Tarbolloa.* Ben 
 llunu rein«ined--(«lth tha aa ee p tloo of a earn* 
 iner tpeot at Kirfcoewabl, with the view qt 
 learning mensaratlon, sarrejing, 
 iiutcd Mhool thereat and eis moathe epant in 
 the town of Irvine in 1781, 
 unsucoeeefal endcaTour to 
 fUx-dreeeer)— till the death ofhleauherla 17M, 
 when be and hie brother GUbert look tha 
 of Moeigiel, in the neighboarheod of MBinkHae 
 Owing to late epvingt and ttoutf aatwni^ tl 
 Ullage of this Aurm proved alao nntetaaal 
 and Borae,— who by thk ttma had taaad 
 private aooaeetioa with Jaaa Aimaw, e ^ai t a . 
 lent la aaetkwd fea aa Imfalar lairtNIi, ha* 
 
 • It baa often atnidt ■■ aa riagabr, that pea> 
 pie ehoakl manlfeet eo maeh Inteeaet la vWtteg 
 the cottage wbert Bum* mereljr wae bora, aad 
 •t the mroe time betray a total Indlflbfaooe as 
 to plaeee with which be had a moeh dea 
 connection— the pUeee, namely, where the beM 
 yvmn of hit iKiylMKid, yonth, aad maahood w«>a 
 ■pent— Mount Oilphant aad Loahleai 
 
 f We cannot ipeek ae to tha flwt, bat wa 
 
 think it not unlikely that thie eohool woold be 
 taught by a (kmed arithmetieiaa, who flooriehed 
 in Ayrshire at thie time, of the naaMoTHalbert. 
 Halbert published in 1788 a treatiee en Arith« 
 metlc, which was eeteemed tha beet in Ito day. 
 We have eeen the b»ok, aad among the llet of 
 •abecribers given at the end, we ((>un 1 the f •!• 
 lowtnx name: " Bol>ert IJams qfPttnttusmt:" 
 
 •olvad to aram tha Atlaatta. aad tiy Mi fcfftMt 
 iaJaaaataa. Beftrt doing ao, ha wae advtmd hy 
 hia frland aad hMdkad, Oavla Hamtttoa, Ma^ 
 to pohlkh a oalleatlaai af hh paamai aM ftom 
 
 (opaa whom tka apHaph af mu 
 Jmetl Wm MUmk waa willtoaj Imaad tha Imc 
 aeptaa of.a book, whkh waa <M M aia to make a 
 
 'dam daya. B|ythal 
 
 kted «r aoo aapka, tba poat laailaad ahaat 
 itr panada, aad oal af that aam ha ted w 
 
 laJdafategalniaaaiHaannipaaaBgtwnaiy 
 
 hi a vernal fk<am tha Qyda to Ji 
 
 oontente afa ktter from Dr 
 
 bargh to Iha Bev. Or laarli 
 
 dea, warn aammaakyad 
 
 tohkamWttai,hyi 
 
 of hia 
 
 paaoM pnblkhai to Iha aafHal ^ 
 
 wMiartvaraal iiiiiafti ■!■ OalhaMlhaf 
 
 a Ht eat on feat fbr Kdlabaffh to Iha 
 ramhar, ITMLand all the wny* ha telk 
 
 oadoTVc 
 
 'AaloBB to by Qkaapp, 
 
 I mat am atad wnmaa < 
 9w taaM ma to haap n» toy heart, 
 for the beat of my daya warn aaaatog.** 
 
 to Utobomh, a«ya OM of hk 
 " ««a aHaa Uha ■■ i«naaMa 
 dha^a at Itartaaa to a tomaaaa, than Uht aa 
 avaot In ordinary lifc. Hkeompaay waa every* 
 wharaaooghtfbri and it waaaooataud thai 
 tha admkatloa whkh hk poatry had aaeltad, 
 waabatapart af what vaa doa to Iha flaMial 
 emIaaBaaorhkmaalai feaakka. Hk aatami 
 eteqaaaee, and hk wnrm aad aealal heart, a«> 
 pandiag oadar tha toBa aa oa af pr aap sri l iy 
 
ESSAY ON THE SONG-WRITERS OF SCOTLAND. 
 
 liii 
 
 which, with all the pride of genius, retained a^he threw himself on the heathy seat, and gaw 
 
 quick and versatile sympathy with every variety 
 of human character — made him equally fasci- 
 nating in the most refined and convivial socie- 
 ties. For a while he reigned the fashion and 
 idol of his native capital." 
 
 The Edinburgh edition of Burns's poems was 
 issued in April, 1787, under the patronage of 
 the Caledonian Hunt — (a patronage obtained 
 through the influence of the earl of Glencairn) — 
 each member of which subscribed for at least 
 one copy at the rate of a guinea, although the 
 selling price was only six shillings, but many of 
 them took a number more, and it is pleasing to 
 observe that the then earl of Eglinton stands 
 highest in the list of subscribers, his name being 
 down for forty-two copies, thus evincing that he 
 must have been a worthy progenitor of the 
 present earl, whose generous and manly conduct 
 as Chairman at the great Burns' Festival, held 
 in the autumn of 1844, excited the admiration 
 and respect of the whole country. Burns was 
 now enabled to gratify a wish which he had 
 long cherished of visiting the more remarkable 
 places in his native country ; and in the course 
 < if 1787, he made two or three tours of conside- 
 rable extent, one embracing the Borders and 
 south of Scotland, and others embracing the 
 western and northern Highlands. In his last 
 tour, he visited Blair Athol, and was entertain- 
 ed at Athol House by the Duchess of Athol. 
 Here he made the acquaintance of Graham of 
 Fintry, who shortly afterwards obtained for 
 him a situation in the excise, and proved 
 throughout his firm friend. The poet spent 
 two days at Athol House, and often mentioned 
 them as among the happiest of his life. The 
 surrounding scenery captivated him. Professor 
 Walker, then a tutor in the family, describing 
 an evening walk which he had with Burns, 
 says, " When we reached a rustic hut on the 
 
 himself up to a tender, abstracted, and volup- 
 tuous enthusiasm of imagination. It was with 
 much difficulty I prevailed on him to quit th« 
 spot, and to be introduced in proper time for 
 supper." The curious may be interested to 
 know, that this very spot was the favourite one 
 of Queen Victoria during her recent sojourn 
 [1844] in Blair Athol, and that she almost 
 daily made lengthened visits to it. Here, then, 
 a happy fancy might indulge itself in tracing a 
 sympathy of tastes between the Peasant Poet of 
 Scotland and the crowned Queen of the Empire, 
 and here might be proved the truth of Bhak- 
 speare's ennobling axiom, — 
 
 " One touch of Nature makes the whole 
 world kin." 
 In the spring of 1788, Bums obtained a final 
 settlement with his publisher (the well-known 
 Bailie Creech of Edinburgh), and found himself 
 in possession of about five hundred pounds, 
 after deducting all his previous expenditure. 
 Two hundred of this he transmitted to his bro- 
 ther Gilbert at Mossgiel, with whom his mother 
 resided, and the remainder was devoted to the 
 stocking of the farm of Ellisland, of which he 
 had obtained a favourable lease from Mr Miller 
 of Dalswinton, the earliest patron of steam- 
 boats. Upon this farm, which is finely situated 
 on the Nith, about eight miles above Dumfries, 
 he entered at Whitsunday, 1788, and, as soon 
 as circumstances permitted, brought home Jean 
 Armour as his now legally married wife. About 
 the same time, he received, at his own request, 
 through the influence, as we have said, of 3Ir 
 Graham of Fintry, an appointment In the 
 Excise, and was nominated for the district 
 where he resided. This was an unfortunate 
 combination of employments — farmer and ex- 
 ciseman — and did not work well. The flurin, 
 abandoned chiefly to servants, was unprodue- 
 
 river Tilt, where it is overhung by a woody itive; and after holding it for three years and a 
 precipice, from which there is a noble waterfall, ii half. Burns renounced his lease of Ellitland, i»- 
 
Hv 
 
 ESSAY OH TBS 80H0-WBIXSB8 OT SOOTLAXDl 
 
 tnored to tlie town of DuiDfriM, aad U i Mto dAi 
 wholly Ibr npport to hit mlmrj m an catetae* 
 man, oow amottnting to Jt70 a year. Htrt hia 
 official datiea ooald generally ba aeoooiplklMd 
 in the forenoon, and the aftemoona wm* too 
 often deroted to conririal et^oymeat, to whlah 
 hii fkme as a poet and a wit, not to apeak of 
 toe eoeial habiU of the plaee and act, eipwtaHy 
 •xpoeed him. By the eloee of 17B6» hit 
 tution— worn with early toll, tamaltiM 
 tiona, worldly caree, and lata 
 to deeUne : in the nmnier of 1796, be tiM tha 
 dbete of eea-bathlng at Brow, on tha Solwajr 
 Firth, without receiving any beocflti and ia 
 July he waa brought homa in a amall epclaff 
 cart, with an aeee« oT ttnr, whkh twmlaatod 
 his earthly existen«e on the Slet of that moath, 
 before lie had oomptetcd hia thirty-eighth year. 
 The life and character of Boma are Ihmillar 
 to every reader in Seotland out of chfldhood, 
 and need not be dwelt on ban, avHi If oar 
 limits permitted. I 
 have given no fewi 
 sixty-six of hia tm 
 
 partly his), and ^>panded to naay of thaw win 
 be found, noticea of the di 
 which they were written, 
 time, &e. Bams oompoeed trm aoagi I 
 life : on turning to the firet Edlnbaifh 
 of his Poemi, we find only nine altagothcr, and 
 thcas embrace, with tha tsoeptioa of two or 
 three puerile efforts, all that ha had written 
 belbre 1786. In the Deoambar of that year, ha 
 got acquainted with Jamaa Johnson, then en« 
 gaged in brioging out the " Scots Muaioal Ma« 
 aeum," and from that period he cultivated, al> 
 most too exclusively, the lyrical muse. Hia 
 original contributiona to the Mueenm were not 
 only numerous, but during the progreaa of the 
 work, he revised and amended many old dlttiea 
 that had become too coarse for modem days, 
 and supplied a number of songs and melodies 
 which be had saved trom oral tradition. " By 
 
 ttab ballad, ho kM ooafcmd aa oMsaliaa of aa 
 ordinary laagnllado on tL» aattvo land. It «■■ 
 traly laaaatabK pvovtoM to the epoek of CMi 
 rdtatnatloa, to hear Mags, atalnod wttk task 
 Indecanolaa a« ' Dainty Davie,' ' Daaean Onf,' 
 * Lofaa Water,' * On a Bank of Flowan,* 
 ' Down tko Barn Davta,* '>ke row and loot ao 
 
 • feytkod 
 
 awklokkokaiiatia- 
 
 a MTka of tko owoHaot lyttei tkat ovor appoarod 
 In aaj kagaafo, wklak tkaHlty korartf nay 
 read wtthoat laward reproaek, aad toad ty 
 
 Barao witk a rsqasal tkatka Aoald koa aoatf«« 
 bator to tko work, and Ikmlaka ■oflala aamkar 
 of now aoaflitoalriwklok ko wuaM polat oat. 
 Tha apMt wttk wklok BarM mot Mr TkooMoaM 
 from tke prrtod of tko 
 
 nnmbor of kb boM ooa*! 
 
 boMdao giTlaff Tkomooa tkopilifliti 
 
 lac from JokaooaM M aooam aay wkh 
 
 dloi of Sootlaad" oontafai In aS akovo ooo kaa- 
 drad aad twenty of Bums's aoafi, aad Ibr tkaeo 
 he r^)c«tad any pecuniary roma a o ratt oa, aatU 
 tke otaoo of hia caraor, whaa, aa ha oalla It kha- 
 wK *<tka terroraofaiaa-taaod klm to ka* 
 a romlttaaca of flvo poanda. lato tko kMary 
 cf this melao^oly natter, vto oaanot k«oontar, 
 bat wo may rafcr to wkat b aald oa tko askfoot 
 In the Uluatratad edltloa of Barm iMod by tko 
 pubUshera of this work. 
 , UacToa IIachbiu. wao bora 
 
ESSAY ON THE SONG- WRITERS OF SCOTLAND. 
 
 iid ^ usee 
 
 Iv 
 
 anterior to Burns, jet his chief productions did i^» used, one would be led to conclude that the 
 
 not appear till near or after the death of the 
 latter. He was descended from an old Highland 
 family in Argyleshire, but born at Rosebank, 
 near Roslin, on the 22d October, 1746. His father 
 "vvas a retired captain in the 43d regiment. At 
 the age of fourteen. Hector was sent to a rela- 
 tion in Bristol, who despatched him to the 
 West Indies. There he spent several years, but 
 on his return to Scotland, he again took to a 
 wandering life — made two cruises in the grand 
 fleet under Kempen felt, and afterwards went to 
 India, where he remained three years, return- 
 ing finally to Scotland, and settling himself in 
 the neighbourhood of Stirling on a small an- 
 nuity. In 1795, appeared his chief poetical work, 
 " Scotland's Skaith, or the History of Will and 
 Jean," which was followed next year by the se- 
 quel, " The Waes o' War." These compositions 
 had an Immense sale, which was extended be- 
 yond perhaps what they would naturally have 
 commanded, by benevolent individuals distri- 
 buting copies among the peasantry as a check 
 to the indulgence of intemperance. The poet's 
 want of health and fortune, however, again 
 drove him to the West Indies, where he met 
 with a wealthy friend who settled on him an 
 annuity of ^£100, which, with other bequests, 
 enabled him to return to his native country, 
 and the last fifteen years of his life were spent 
 in a state of comparative aflfluence in Edin- 
 burgh. He died on the 15th March, 1818. The 
 songs of Macneill, of which nine will be found 
 in the present collection, are mostly constructed 
 in the form of dialogue between two parties, 
 and evince skill in the management of the story. 
 But in several cases a simplicity is affected 
 which amounts to mere childishness, and abso- 
 lutely repels for the want of common manliness 
 of expression. This is especially exemplified in his 
 well-known song, " My boy Tammy," (p. 474.) 
 where a mother interrogates a son as to the wife 
 he has brought home, and, from the language 
 
 ** boy Tammy" had not reache<i the em of 
 breeches, and that his bride was yet in her 
 pinafores. 
 
 A song-writer embued with a truer simplicity 
 than Macneill, and higher sentiment, appear- 
 ed in the person of Robert Tannahill, the 
 son of a silk-gauze weaver in Paisley. Robert 
 was born in that town on the 3d of June, 1774,* 
 and after receiving the common school edu- 
 cation of reading and writing, was sent to 
 the loom. About this time, the weaving of 
 cotton was introduced into Paisley; and the 
 high wages realized by it, induced parents to 
 teach their children the trade at an early age, 
 so that their apprenticeships were generally 
 finished by the time they reached fifteen or six- 
 teen. The flow of money, which persons thus 
 so young could command by the exercise of a 
 flourishing handicraft, led to the early marriages 
 for which Paisley has been noted ; and no town 
 at the time abounded in more merrymakings, or 
 presented a more gay and thriving community. 
 Tannahill participated in the prosperity of the 
 time and place. Dancing parties and rural ex- 
 cursions were frequent among the young people 
 of both sexes, and in these he often joined. 
 He then formed many of those poetical attach- 
 ments, which he afterwards celebrated in song. 
 With the exception of two years of his youth 
 spent in Bolton, England, where he was em- 
 ployed on figured loom -work, Tannahill resided 
 all his days in his native town. About 1803, he 
 had the good fortune to become acquainted with 
 the late Mr R. A. Smith, a gentleman of distin- 
 guished talent as a composer, who set to music 
 and arranged some of his finest songs. He aleo 
 
 « In this slight notice of Tannahill, it may be 
 as well to state, that we abridge fipom a memoir 
 which we furnished to Chambers's Lives of Emi- 
 nent Scotsmen, and which was cinipiled on In- 
 formation received direct from the poet's reU- 
 tives. 
 
EiBAT ON THB SOVO-WBITIBS OP 900fTLAtn>. 
 
 Ivi 
 
 turmtd ma iattauwy wHk Mvanri otter 
 
 ■ or 
 
 log hi* tMte (bT eompoaitSoBi 
 toff hire In hh lovo of MOf. Tho flnftcdlUon 
 of his *' Poema umI Songir* appaarad ia tb* ytmr 
 1807, and waa fkvoarably rrcelTWl 
 Bat tlie aathor ipecdily cam* to ragnt tlMt 
 be had to premataraly givcB It to tba ^raM. 
 Enon and balti W B«ir dMMtoi te II, wbiah 
 liad bHtMv awpid Irim. and bt WtM •■!• 
 diMMuljr to ooivwt and ra-writo all Ua p h —, 
 with a Tlew to a toeood odltloa. Ha aaatlimad 
 alK> to add to tba munbar at bto aeoga, and la 
 thcae reached a high drgra* of ezoelleac*. Soma 
 of them, indeed, may ba pronounead to ba tba 
 rery perfection of aoog-wriUog, ao flv as thai 
 9on«ists in simpla and natoral lipiiluu ot 
 feelings oomnion to all. Tba iitolMlw popa< 
 Uritjr which tbej attalnad hidlcalM hem «ai< 
 rvraally were Mt and aadantood tha Motl- 
 iDcnts which they raeordad. 
 
 Bat Ms edebrlty aa a aong-wri«ar braagbt ita 
 aBBojraaeaa, aad tba aanaltive poet fcU lato a 
 eonftnaad mahuMboljr, wbleb aodsd la iMatal 
 abanatloB. aad Isally aaWd*. Ob tha flTih 
 May, 1810. bewaafcaaddiuaiBadhiapeelbi 
 theTtcinitrofPaiakj. PnvtoM •• tbia he ted 
 icstroyed idl hia MS. aooffk 
 
 Tannahilt waaamall In atatana, and la asaa* 
 nen diffident almoat to haahAiloaaa. In bla 
 dispoaitiun he waa tender and bomaoe, and ««• 
 tremely attached to hia botna. Mi kindred, aad 
 his fHends. Hia Ufc waa rimpla and nnvatM ta 
 iU details, bat eraa tba aneventlbl ebaraeter of 
 his eziatenoe renders ntore atriking and more 
 afbctiag its tragic cloaa. 
 
 Of hk aongs we hare given in the prcamt ool> 
 lection no fewer than thirty. Thejr are aoil- 
 nently distinguished by elevation and tendaraaas 
 of aantfanaatt rlehn saa of raral imagety, aad 
 yafdlelfoa. Thalyrtor 
 
 Withi 
 
 aaat riuftab. Of an— of Ma aeatoa ip of a rt » ar 
 l i in a di ali' mMmman, (BiaiAma Oall, Aubl 
 Wnmm, 8ai Aimm. Baswau, loaaar Aixam, 
 *«.) Battoaa win bo fcaad la tha body of tha 
 •otfe, ta whiah tha ladas ar Aathata win difaat 
 Itai«ybatl 
 
 Ihar, would ba aa lavldloaa oaa, aad waa li i« 
 qatta, la too many laalaasM^ pae hap a, a *tth 
 aaayorhudHnfftlMtwaaidhMMftnwIlh tha 
 buH aet i af tha partba— at>. Wvmmmmmml^ 
 baiv ba dsNit vpon, trtthavt thia atfaaCloSy'"* 
 Ibr, ahM I «• eaa aa leagar laahaa thaai «••■( 
 oar tMatl i tm » 4 >ta WAMvsSoarr.TaaMaa 
 OAnraaA Jamb Boaa, aad i 
 
 ■AM. B* 
 
 tyipaafelaf,M«tim«r« 
 
 Onat VavalM hat Ml a aaw b ar af ipMlii 
 
 lyrlaal wiMmt. alaada la Iha ta ei u a t laak af 
 aaaient aad modara paata. ThsaoBgiof JaoMa 
 
 haad, aaqr ba MM to ha • 
 
 aaHlMl. bu«aago. aad a||la{ aad,« 
 
 aaaaa with thoaa of BaoMiv aad BMMb «• tal 
 
 that, thoagb a anmbar or oar ssapi oadaato 
 
 tba adaeatad aad oraa aaUa of fha iaad, tha 
 
OF THE 
 
 UNIVERSITY 
 
 OF 
 X£jLfFORNiS> 
 
 g 
 
 
 ^ulhti^mnn* 
 
 [This " jlrst of songs " (as Burns calls it), was 
 written by the Rev. John Skinnbu, in the house 
 of a lady named Montgomery, in the town of 
 Ellon, Aberdeenshire, where he happened to be 
 on a visit. The lady is said to have asked for a 
 song after dinner, in order to put a stop to a 
 political dispute, and at the same time to hare 
 expressed surprise that the fine old strathspey, 
 called The Reel of Tullochgot'um, had no appro- 
 priate words to it. On this hint, Mr. Skinner 
 produced the present song, and it was first printed 
 in the Scots Weekly Magazine for April, 1776. 
 Mr. Skinner was for many years pastor of the 
 episcopal chapel at Longside, near Peterhead, 
 Aberdeenshire, and died in 1807, at the advanced 
 age of eighty-six.] 
 
 Come, gi'e's a sang, Montgomery cried, 
 And lay your disputes all aside. 
 What signifies't for folks to chide 
 
 For what's been done before them ? 
 Let Whig and Tory all agree. 
 Whig and Tory, WTiig and Tory, 
 Let Whig and Tory all agree. 
 
 To drop their Whig-mig-morum ; 
 Let Whig and Tory all agree 
 To spend the night in mirth and glee. 
 And cheerfu' sing alang wi' mo 
 
 The reel of Tullochgorum. 
 
 O, Tullochgorum 's my delight. 
 It gars us a' in ane unite. 
 And ony sump that keeps up spite, 
 In conscience I abhor him. 
 Blythe and merry we's be a', 
 Blythe and merry, blythe and merry, 
 Blythe and merry we's be a'. 
 And mak' a cheerfu' quorum. < 
 
 ^ Blythe and merry we's be a' 
 
 As lang as we ha'e breath to draw. 
 And dance till we be like to fa'. 
 The reel of Tullochgorum. 
 
 There needs na' be sae great a phraise, 
 Wi' dringing dull Italian lays, 
 I wadna gi'e our ain strathsjjeya 
 
 For half a hundred score o' 'em. 
 They're douff and dowie at the best, 
 Douffand dowie, douflFand dowie, 
 They're douff and dowie at the best, 
 
 Wi' a' their variorum. 
 They're douff and dowie at the best, 
 Their allegros, and a' the rest.. 
 They cauna please a Highland taste, 
 
 Compared wi' Tullochgorum. 
 
 Let warldly minds themselves oppress 
 Wi' fears of want, and double cess. 
 And sullen sots themselves distress 
 
 Wi' keeping up decorum. 
 Shall we sae sour and sulky sit. 
 Sour and sulky, sour and eulkie. 
 Shall we sae sour and sulky sit. 
 
 Like auld Philosophorum ? 
 Shall we sae sour and sulky sit, 
 Wi' neither sense, nor mirth, nor wit. 
 Nor ever rise to shake a fit 
 
 At the reel of Tullochgorum. 
 
 May choicest blessings still attend 
 Each honest open-hearted friend, 
 And calm and quiet be his end. 
 
 And a' that's good watch o'er him. 
 May peace and plenty be his lot, 
 Peace and plenty, peace and plenty. 
 May peace and plenty be hU lot. 
 
 And dainties a great store o' 'em I 
 May peace and plenty be bla lot^ 
 Unstain'd by any vicious blot! 
 And may he never want a groat 
 That's fond of Tullochgorum. 
 
 ^ OF THE 
 
 UNMVERSITY 
 
 OF 
 
SOOmSB SOHQfll 
 
 Bai fbr the dbty, teviiliic fMA, 
 Wbo waati to b* opprMdon't tool, 
 MajOBvy gnaw kls rotten tool, 
 
 Aad diMODtoot doToor ktm i 
 May dool And MffiDW bo Uo AuMib 
 SoolMid lonow, dool aad Mffov. 
 Maj dort and torrow bo hli oteMt^ 
 
 ▲adnanoaj, Wae^ mo for la ! 
 Xajr dool aad •orrow bo hli ehaaeo, 
 And a' the Uli that eomo firao Pranoe. 
 Whae'or ho be, that wtnna daaoo 
 
 The reel 
 
 lEttrick ISittijS. 
 
 [Thi* fliTonrito old MBf li of nakaowB aatl- 
 qutt7 Md anthonMp. H appean la the Tea- 
 iwae MleeeUaay (ITM iTStK bat belonp to aa 
 earlier period thaa that. The ntrtBlc It a river 
 la SolkirkAlre, bat. ftom tho aOoriOM o( the 
 aoBf . tho loTor of tho nynipheoMM to ha^o fM od 
 on (ho baaki or Looh ftM la Pwiferidrt J 
 
 At gfeamia', whoa (ho ihcov dtavt haaew 
 I met my iMrio, btaw aad Ught, 
 
 My beait grew nght:- lima. Iiaa« 
 
 My anil aboot her lUy aoek. 
 And kim'd aad eiap^d her thvo ft' lai«. 
 
 My worde ihegr vera aa BOBlo tak. 
 
 I mid. My laerto. vm yo oaf 
 
 To tho Richland hllle tho Bm 10 learn? 
 m gle thee baith a ooor aad ovo. 
 
 When ye oomo to the brl( o* lira : 
 At Leith anld meal oomee In. noer fhah. 
 
 And herrtnsf at tho BroomlOlaw: 
 Cheer np yoor heart, my boaalo laei^ 
 
 There'* gear to wla yo aorer eaw. 
 
 A' day when we ha*o wi««i|ht ewooih. 
 When winter firoeti aad naw bo^ 
 
 Soon M the ran gaee weet the lodi. 
 At ni^t when ye elt down to apln, 
 
 I'll ecrew my pipee, and play a tptlng : 
 And thne tho weary nl|^ will end. 
 
 TUl tho tender kid aad lamb-ttmo bilai 
 
 ^ee HvLf £9iti€:. 
 
 CAni tonllfhQy itaaplo mm( flnl af^oand la 
 Berd^ ChBaeHea. tm. Fimm, a haatbeie player 
 ta ■d te ha n h.aad aoqaalated vlih Barae. dl*. 
 tlngaMhed ktmrnirbyhle maaaer of pt^jlac tho 
 air. •*Whoa hoplayeltalow,''myi Baras.**ho 
 makailt,lateet,thelaBfaH>afdoepalr.* Ftumt 
 diodlalMft.] 
 
 8«wyoJokas70i 
 flawyoJohaay 
 
 Saw yo Johaay oa 
 flawyoJohaay 
 
 SawytJohaayoe 
 atwyoJohaay 
 
 Oaoe wr mo whoa I eeo MiB. fae' ehe^ 
 wr BO whoa I eoe Mm. 
 
 What wfll I do wt' Mm. 4M' he. 
 
 What win I do wl- Mm? 
 Bern ao'er a awk «pea Mi bael; 
 
 Aad I ha'o aaao togro Mm. 
 I ha'e twa awka tala my Mm. 
 
 And ane o' them Ml d'o Mmt 
 Aad tor a morfe or mair fto 
 
 Dlnaa Maad «r Ma. «ao* dm, 
 
 DlaaaMaadvI'Mm. 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 For weel do I lo'e him, quo' she, 
 
 Weel do I lo'e him ; 
 For weel do I lo'e him, quo' she, 
 
 Weel do I lo'e him. 
 O fee him, father, fee him, quo' she. 
 
 Fee him, father, fee him ; 
 He'll haud the pleugh, thrash in the bam. 
 
 And crack wi' me at e'en, quo' she. 
 
 And crack wi' me at e'en. 
 
 [This humorous and once popular song appears 
 in the first edition of the Orpheus Caledonius, 
 along with the music, in 1725. It is, howerer, 
 of much earlier date, as Ramsay, in his Miscellany, 
 marks it as one, even in his day, of an unknown 
 age. Gay, the poet, selected the air (which goes 
 by the name of Nancy' •< to the greenwood gane), 
 for one of his songs, beginning, 
 
 "In war we've nought but death to fear."] 
 
 Nancy's to the greenwood gane, 
 
 To hear the gowdspink chatt'ring, 
 And Willie he has foUow'd her. 
 
 To gain her love by flatt'ring: 
 But a' that he could say or do. 
 
 She geck'd and scorned at him; 
 And aye when he began to woo. 
 
 She bade him mind wha gat him. 
 
 What ails you at my dad, quoth he. 
 
 My minnie or my auntie:-' 
 With crowdy-mowdy they fed me, 
 
 Langkale and ranty-tanty ; 
 With bannocks of good barley-meal, 
 
 Of thae there was right plenty, 
 With chapped stocks fu' butter'd weel; 
 
 And was not that right dainty? 
 
 Although my father was nae laird, 
 
 'Tis daffin to be vaunty,) 
 He keepit aye a good kale yard, 
 
 A ha' -house, and a pantry ; 
 A guid blue-bonnet on his head. 
 
 An o'erlay "bout his cralgie ; 
 And aye until the day he died 
 
 He rade on guid shanks-nalgie. 
 
 Now wae and wonder on your snout. 
 
 Wad ye hae bonnie Nancy? 
 Wad ye compare yoursel' to me, 
 
 A docken to a pansie ? 
 
 I ha'e a wooer o' my ain. 
 
 They ca' him souple Sandy, 
 And weel I wat his bonnie mou' 
 
 Is sweet like sugar-candy. 
 
 Wow, Nancy, what needs a' this din ? 
 
 Do I no ken this Sandy ? 
 I'm sure the chief o' a' his kin 
 
 Was Rab the beggar randy ; 
 His minnie Meg upo' her baik 
 
 Bare baith him and his billy : 
 Will ye compare a nasty pack 
 
 To me your winsome Willie ? 
 
 My gutcher left a good braidsword. 
 
 Though it be auld and rusty. 
 Yet ye may tak' it on my word. 
 
 It is baith stout and trusty ; 
 And if I can but get it drawn. 
 
 Which will be right uneasy, 
 I shall lay baith my lugs in pawn. 
 
 That he shall get a heezy. 
 
 Then Nancy turn'd her round about. 
 
 And said. Did Sandy hear ye. 
 Ye wadna miss to get a clout ; 
 
 I ken he dlsna fear ye : 
 Sae haud your tongue and say nae malr. 
 
 Set somewhere else your fancy 
 For as lang's Sandy's to the fore. 
 
 Ye never shall get Nancy. 
 
 ®5e %a m%. 
 
 [Thr first two stanzas of this song are by the ill. 
 , fated Robert Fkkgusson : the others are by the 
 I late Mr. Wiixiam Rkid, bookseller in Glasgow, 
 
 who was sometimes fortunate in the additions be 
 
 made to popular ditties. 1 
 
 Wri.T, ye gang o'er the lee rig, 
 
 My ain kind dearie, O ; 
 And cuddle there fu' kindly, 
 
 Wi' me, my kind dearie, Ot 
 At thorny bush, or birken tree. 
 
 Well daff and never weary, O; 
 They'll scug ill een tne you and me, 
 > My ain kind dearie, O. 
 
aOOmSB HOVOA 
 
 Nm hards wt' kent or coUj there, 
 
 StaaU ercr eome lo few j«. O : 
 Bat IftTVoeks wklMlinc In Um »lr 
 
 8h»U woo, lllw me, th«lr dearie, O. 
 Willie Uhen herd their lambeaod ew«e. 
 
 And toll for warld'i sew, mj Jo, 
 Upon the lee my pleMore crow* 
 
 WY thee, mj kind dencte. O. 
 
 At gloMnln', tf my iMM I bt. 
 
 Oh, bat I'm vondrooe Mrto, O: 
 And monj n heavy il^ I iK 
 
 When abeent fine my denito, O ; 
 Bat seated 'ncath the mllk-whiM ihotB, 
 
 In oT'nlnc fiOr and dearie, O, 
 
 Enrmptor'd, a' my caree I Mom, 
 
 When wi' my kind dearie. O. 
 
 Whare throofh the blrki the borale rows, 
 
 Aftha'e I sat ta' ehe«1e, O. 
 Upon the bonnle greeoswaid howcs, 
 
 Wi' thee, my kind dearie, O. 
 I're coorted till I 're heard the craw 
 
 Of honest Chantlaleerte, O. 
 Yet nerer mla^d my sleep ava. 
 
 Whan wl' mj kind dearie, O. 
 
 ForlhooCh the night were Be^er ne darii. 
 
 And I were nsTer sae weaiy, O, 
 rd meet thee on the lea ric 
 
 ICyaln kind dearie, a 
 WhUe In this weary warid of wae, 
 
 TMs wUdenem see dreary. O. 
 What makes meblythe, and keeys me—? 
 
 TW thee, my kind dearie, O. 
 
 i^iOe ge set. 
 
 [Tkm Ilrely lltUe song tint appeared In Berd^i 
 Collection, 1789. Itt author la unknown. Mr. 
 Haekay, the oomedian, was UuinimeBlal tai rm^ 
 dertnff It a general IhToarlte. In the edttlea e( 
 Herd^ OoUecUon, 776, there to asstof Tenas te 
 the same tone, written by Miss JaDet Graham, 
 and entitled The W^ward Wife.] 
 
 drs I had a wee honae, an' a oanty wee fire. 
 An' a bonnie wee wlfle to praise and admire, 
 wr a bonnie wee yardle adds a wee bam, 
 Fareweel to the bodies that yaomer and moam. ; 
 
 Sae Mde ye y«t» an* hMe !• yal t 
 Te llMie fcca what's le bailie ye y«lt 
 Some bauile wee he^ m«y ik' le aiy Isi, 
 Aa' rui^ be eamy wl' thtakla' eX 
 
 That 'U cry pa»a er dad^y la Mk 
 iSae bide ya yes te. 
 
 Aa'lf ihws ihiwM aiw hapf la be 
 A diftmae atwaea ay wee wile aad me, 
 IB haany fsad hamaar, aiiha' she be leased, 
 rn kim her as* ehkp h« aalfl *a ba plaMad, 
 BMbldayayaste. 
 
 90onnif et)ir](ts. 
 
 {Toi saac Isby Auj^m Bamsat. It w 
 bab^ a teveoriia af the aathoc'iw m to Is 
 
 Ml aalaaii^ ftatti aad lavai 
 
 OMVarai wr ttsH er OMiHr* 
 
 Whiwaarrii^a^ftalawlypaft, 
 Ka aalanl bsaaly waMtng : 
 
 Haw Hfhtsame in la hear the lark. 
 ABd bMs te esMSrt ehaaUnc ! 
 
 BattfatyOMnuii 
 ranpllBa' 
 
 Mytf 
 
 wr seem sighs I vac tey heart. 
 For fisar she leva aaether. 
 

 "~ 
 
 
 SCOTTISH 
 
 BONGS. g 
 
 
 
 Thus sang blate Edie by a burn, ^ Aft I wad chase thee o'er the lee. 1 
 
 
 
 His Chirsty did o'er-hear him ; 
 
 And round about the thorny tree; 
 
 
 
 She doughtna let her loyer mourn; 
 
 Or pu' the wild flowers a' for thee« 
 
 
 
 But, ere he Wist, drew near him. 
 
 My only jo and dearie, 0. 
 
 
 
 She spak' her favour wi' a look, 
 
 
 
 
 Which left nae room to doubt her: 
 
 I ha'e a wish Joanna tine. 
 
 
 
 He wisely this white minute took. 
 
 'Mang a' the cares that grieve me, ; 
 
 
 
 And Hang his arms about her. 
 
 A wish that thou wert ever mine. 
 And never mair to leave me, ; 
 
 
 
 My Chirsty! witness, bonny stream. 
 
 Then I would dawt thee night and day. 
 
 
 
 Sic joys frae tears arising! 
 
 Nae ither warldly care I'd ha'e. 
 
 
 
 I wish this may na be a dream 
 
 Till life's warm stream forgat to play. 
 
 
 
 love the maist surprising ! 
 
 My only jo and dearie, 0. 
 
 
 
 Time was too precious now for tank, 
 
 
 
 
 This point of a' his wishes 
 
 
 
 
 He wad na wi' set speeches bauk. 
 
 
 
 
 But wair'd it a' on kisses. 
 
 lEp amang gon clifg xoc'k^. 
 
 
 
 JH^ O'dg foi &nh ^e&xu, <B. 
 
 [Thb composition of Mr. William Dudorow 
 (often by mistake called Robert Dudgeon), the son 
 of a fanner in East Lothian, and himself an 
 
 
 
 [This song is the production of Richard Gali-, 
 
 extensive farmer for many years at Preston, In 
 
 
 
 a young man who was brought up to the business 
 
 Berwickshire. He died in October, 1813, aged 
 
 
 
 of a compositor in Edinburgh, but who died in 
 
 about sixty. It will be remembered, that Bums, 
 
 
 
 1801, in the twenty-fifth year of his age. He was 
 
 on his Border tour in May, 1787, fell in with him 
 
 
 
 born at Linkhouse near Dunbar. After his death. 
 
 at Berrywell, and thus records his opinion of him ; 
 
 
 
 a collection of his poetical pieces was published by 
 
 "Mr. Dudgeon -a poet at times -a worthy re- 
 
 
 
 Messrs. Oliver & Boyd, with a Memoir by the Key. 
 
 markable character natural penetration— a great 
 
 
 
 Alex. Stewart.] 
 
 deal of information, some genius, and extreme 
 modesty."] 
 
 
 
 Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue, 
 
 
 
 
 My only jo and dearie, ; 
 
 Fp amang yon cliffy rocks. 
 
 
 
 Thy neck is o' the siller dew 
 
 Sweetly rings the rising echo 
 
 
 
 Upon the bank sae brierie, 0. 
 
 To the maid that tends the goats. 
 
 
 
 Thy teeth are o' the ivory ; 
 
 Lilting o'er her native notes. 
 
 
 
 sweet's the twinkle o' thine ee: 
 
 Hark, she sings, « Young Sandy's kind. 
 
 
 
 Nae joy, nae pleasure, blinks on me. 
 
 An' he's promis'd aye to lo'e me ; 
 
 
 
 My only jo and dearie, 0. 
 
 Here's a broach I ne'er shall tine, 
 Till he's fairly married to me; 
 
 
 
 The birdie sings upon the thorn 
 
 Drive away, ye drone. Time, 
 
 
 
 Its sang o' joy, fu' cheerie, 0, 
 
 An' bring about our bridal day. 
 
 
 
 Rejoicing in the simmer morn, 
 
 
 
 
 Nae care to mak' it eerie, ; 
 
 " Sandy herds a flock o' sheep. 
 
 
 
 Ah ! little kens the sangster sweet 
 
 Aften does he blaw the whistle. 
 
 
 
 Aught 0' the care I ha'e to meet, 
 
 In a strain sae saftly sweet. 
 
 
 
 That gars my restless bosom beat, 
 
 Lammies list'ning daurna bleat. 
 
 
 
 My only jo and dearie, 0. 
 
 He's as fleet's the mountain roe. 
 Hardy as the highland heather. 
 
 
 
 When we were bairnies on yon brae. 
 
 Wading through the winter snow. 
 
 
 
 And youth was blinkin' bonnie, 0, 
 
 Keeping aye his flock together: 
 
 
 
 Aft we wad daff the lee-lang day. 
 
 ■nut a plaid, wi' bare houghs. 
 
 
 
 Our joys f u' sweet and monie, 0. 
 
 n He braves the bleakest norlan blast. 
 
 
 
 
•* Bnwl7 oaa h* daaee Mid rtBC* 
 Vukty ttoe or Mcblaiwl eraaack: 
 If an* OM erflrouudi hH ttac 
 ▲t areel or round a ita(: 
 
 In » taftwl Wt ay* tte taapMrt 
 ▲' kk pniM oMi nir«r bo auc 
 
 By »• I t im* wtndod ■ n p t i r . 
 8uifi Itet ring o' 8u»d7 
 SMOiihCKt, tko' tk^ v«« <r«r no lane.* 
 
 ®^i Adrift l^ttsi). 
 
 [ Wa (Eire here two rcntons of thli popolar MOf 
 -Um tint, that which aypoan in Jokami'a 
 Moaram^and whleh waa alMPad hj Bvnaa tnm 
 •ome old strain -ikaaaosBd, Itaftwklali to fM*- 
 raUr aung in oar ikMtna.] 
 
 Taaas frowa a bonnto Mar taA in ow kall-TMd, 
 Thero grows a bonnia briar boA in oar kall-jard .- 
 And below the bonnla brier boA thanTa a laala 
 
 and a lad. 
 And the/ra boij, bnqr oooittng in oar kaO*jaid. 
 
 WiTU eoort naa matr below tba ba« in oar kail> 
 
 7«d. 
 We'Q eoort naa aatr bdow Ike boa la ear knU- 
 
 ywd; 
 Well aws' to Atkole'i green, and Ikere ««ni M 
 
 Whare the treee and the braaekei will be ear nAi 
 
 guard. 
 
 Will je go to the dandn' in QutyleTt ha'. 
 Will jt go to the dandn' In Oarljle^ ha'; 
 There Sand/ and Nanej I'm tare will ding then a'? 
 I wlnna gang to the dandn* in Cteljle'a ha'. 
 
 What wUl I do for a lad, when Sandy ganp awa'? 
 What will I do for a lad, when Sandj gangeawa'? 
 I will awa' to Edinbaigh and win a pennie fee. 
 And eee an onle bonnie lad will fkn«y ma. 
 
 BeTaeomin' frae the North thafe to tutor bm, 
 Bife oomin' fne the North that'i to tha^ me ; 
 A feather in hia bonnet and a ribbon at hit knee. 
 He's a bonuie, bonaie laddie an jon be ho. 
 
 fkrava7 
 
 Okl wore ikear a' ttoa Ikai mm* Ut awa'y 
 Tk^ydiwvap wttkglilkallafllakenaftCartkle ka*. 
 Aad tafol aald frIeaM wkea fkr awa'.' 
 
 * Tan eoMeaaa male. 
 
 Jamie, wkwe all yaafa 
 
 jMde, to Atkele^ gNCtti 
 tedaaola'aiGtelMeka'. 
 killa tkal were tut awa'.* 
 
 BaHaomla'ftaa 
 AtaNkerlaMe 
 HalabeDBle 
 
 laAdle, aad jea ba aa ko.' 
 
 Grfe» ^uixnin, Gut. 
 
 hgorlia 1 
 
 Oar rooiln' Ore will tkmr 
 Ike amoler^ taee,- and keep fb' eotk 
 
 My loarie Mpe^^ow. 
 Ok wka wad cole yoar kail, av kalrna. 
 
 Or kaka Toar teead tike me ? 
 YiTd gel Ike bit frae oat my moatk, 
 
 8ae gree, balmlee, groe. 
 
. 1 
 
 
 SCOTTISH BONGS. n 
 
 
 
 0, never fling tbe warmsome boon i 
 O' bairnhoods lore awa'; 
 
 ^ H^onnie J^arg ?^ag. 
 
 
 
 Mind how ye sleepit cheek to cheek, 
 
 LThb author of this song is Abchibau) Oiuw^ 
 
 
 
 Atween me and the wa', 
 
 
 
 
 How ae kind arm was owre ye baith - 
 
 the Ayr and Wigtonshire Courier, and was after- 
 
 
 
 But, if ye disagree. 
 
 wards introduced into one of a series of stories by 
 
 
 
 Think on the kindly sowth'rin' soun', 
 
 Mr. Crawford, published at Edinburgh, In 1^25, 
 
 
 
 O, gree, bairnies, gree. 
 
 under the title of " Tales of my Grandmother." 
 
 
 
 
 The composer was R. A. Smith.j 
 
 
 
 ^|iet^ \i%H a igwtts \H$it, 
 
 I BoNNiB Mary Hay, I will lo'e thee yet; 
 
 
 
 [This song, so favourably known to the public, 
 
 j For thy eye is the slae, and thy hair is the jet. 
 
 
 
 through the singing of Mr. Templeton and other 
 
 The snaw is thy skin and the rose is thy cheek; 
 
 
 
 eminent vocalists, is the production of John Imlah. 
 
 Oh! bonnie Mary Hay, I will lo'e thee yeu 
 
 
 
 It first appeared, about fifteen years ago, in a col- 
 
 
 
 
 lection of pieces by him, entitled, " May Flowers. 
 
 Bonnie Mary Hay, will you gang wi' me, 
 
 
 
 Poems and Songs, some in the Scottish Dialect." 
 
 When the sun's in the west, to the hawthorn tree? 
 
 
 
 The music is by Joseph de Pinna.] 
 
 To the hawthorn tree in the bonnie berry deu ? 
 And I'll tell you, Mary, how I lo'e you then. 
 
 
 
 Therb lives a young lassie 
 
 
 
 
 Far down yon lang glen; 
 
 Bonnie Mary Hay, it's haliday to me. 
 
 
 
 How I lo'e that lassie 
 
 When thou art coothie, kind, and free; 
 
 
 
 There's nae ane can ken! 
 
 There's nae clouds in the lift, nor storms in the sky. 
 
 
 
 ! a saint's faith may vary. 
 
 My bonnie Mary Hay, when thou art nigh. 
 
 
 
 But faithful I'll be; 
 
 
 
 
 For weel I lo'e Mary, 
 
 Bonnie Mary Hay, thou maunna say me nae; 
 
 
 
 An' Mary lo'es me. 
 
 But come to the bow'r by the hawthorn brae. 
 But come to the bow'r, an' I'll teU ye a' what's true. 
 
 
 
 Red, red as the rowan 
 
 How, Mary! I can ne'er lo'e ane but you. 
 
 
 
 Her smiling wee mou'; 
 
 
 
 
 An' white as the gowan 
 
 
 
 
 Her breast and her brow! 
 Wi' a foot o' a fairy 
 
 j^g toif£ j&ajj ta*ctt X^z gre. 
 
 
 
 She links o'er the lea; 
 0! weel I lo'e Mary, 
 And Mary lo'es me. 
 
 [FiBST printed in Herd's Collection, 1769. The 
 
 
 
 words have been set to dlflferent airs, but the origi- 
 
 
 
 nal is to be found in Gow's fifth collection of Reela. j 
 
 
 
 She sings sweet as onie 
 
 A FBiExn of mine came here yestreen. 
 
 
 
 Wee bird of the air. 
 
 And he would ha e nie down 
 
 
 
 And she's blithe as she's bonnie, 
 
 To drink a bottle of ale wi' him 
 
 
 
 She's guid as she's fair: 
 
 In the neist burrows town. 
 
 
 
 Like a lammie sae airy 
 
 But, ! indeed it was. Sir, 
 
 
 
 And artless is she. 
 
 Sae far the waur for me ; 
 
 
 
 0! weel I lo'e Mary, 
 
 For lang or e'er that I came hame 
 
 
 
 And Mary lo'es me! 
 
 My wUe had U'en the gee. 
 
 
 
 Where yon tall forest timmer. 
 
 We sat sae late, and drank sae stout, 
 
 
 
 An' lowly broom bower. 
 
 The truth I'll tell to you. 
 
 
 
 To the sunshine o' simmer 
 
 That ere the middle o' the night, 
 
 
 
 Spread verdure an' flower; 
 
 We were a' roaiin' fou. 
 
 
 
 There, when night clouds the cary. 
 
 My wife sits at the ftre-side, ^ 
 And the tear blinds aye her e'e, ^ 
 
 
 
 Beside her I'll be: 
 
 
 
 For weel I lo'e Mary, 
 
 The ne'er a bed will she gae to. 
 
 
 
 And Mary lo'es me. 
 
 But sit and tak' the gee. 
 
 
 — — — « — 
 
soomsa soHoai 
 
 In the momtnc w»oii, wlMB I euM < 
 
 TlM ne'er a word abe •pake. 
 Bat moale » «d and tour look. 
 
 And aje k«r kMd ahord •hek*. 
 Vj Amr, qaodi I, whM ttMk Itec. 
 
 To look MM war on ma r 
 I'll nerer do (be Uke •cnln. 
 
 If je'U ne'er Uk* Um fee. 
 
 Wben thnl the heerd, tbe nui. she 11 
 
 Her Arms »boal mj neck ; 
 And twentj kieMa In » crack. 
 
 And, poor wee thine, cbe Kret. 
 If yell ne'er do the like aai", 
 
 But bide at hame wi' me, 
 ni taj my life I'm be (be wtte 
 
 Thai'a nerer lak' (be gM. 
 
 3&cs*j( Znife. 
 
 «. A 
 
 'SommMni emmeondy 
 Mrs. Grant of ' 
 OaAMT or CAaaowi 
 Spej, afienrardt mantod le Dr. M amj of I 
 BbewaeboniiMur Ab«riMnraboatl74i»Mid dM 
 »boat UI4.J 
 
 Rot'* wife of AMtfbllMh, 
 Roji wife or AldtvallMfc, 
 Wat je bow riM ebwied m«^ 
 Aj I cam' o'erlbe bn« or ayiofli? 
 
 Bhe Tow'd.ahe awore abe wad be mtne} 
 She aald abe lo'ed me bei4 of onto s 
 
 Alt ah! (be flekle, fUtbleea Quean, 
 Sbe'a U'en tiie oarle, and Icfl ber Jobnnto. 
 BoT'iwlfe.&o. 
 
 O, Ptae waa a oantie qaean, 
 
 Weel could she danoe the Rlfhland waUodi: 
 How happ7 I, had she been mine. 
 
 Or I been R07 of Aldiralloch. 
 Eoy'a wife, Stc 
 
 Her hair aae fair, her een aae clear. 
 Her wee bit moo' aM aweet and bonniei 
 
 To me ahe erer will be dear, 
 Tboagh ahe's for erer left ber Johnnie. 
 Koj'e wife. Bee. 
 
 KigjblittH ^iftKtcfl Vofi. 
 
 I byJelui 
 
 I aa'a w M i< w *a mtmj a algfct bi Jbdo^ 
 AJo^ itebMki or Clfda. 
 
 A eamBMr WM aho 10 mlM •'ek 
 
 Aadtony boartajey, 
 ▲ad wMl dM loe'd m tmm wl'aa^ 
 
 How brfDlMiv eeaCar, 
 Ab4 I tto^M Uw town w«« ewoMT te. 
 
 ^S Wttls*^ Vonif. 
 
 Mv 
 
 ABd oeld 11(7 wteiiy looki^ 
 ~ akilMawvard '' 
 
 BowvTwterbtiwM, 
 
 To wbom ihOM wfff«a M j«T 
 Mj MttToBltkUadhMMb 
 
 =J 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 Then gang wV me to Scotland dear; 
 
 "We ne'er again will roam. 
 And with thy smiles so bonny, cheer 
 
 My native Highland home ! 
 
 When summer comes, the heather bell 
 
 Shall tempt thy feet to rove. 
 The cushet dove within the dell 
 
 Invite to peace and love ! 
 For blythsome is the breath of May, 
 
 And sweet the bonny broom. 
 And blythe the dimpling rills that play 
 
 Around my Highland home! 
 Then gang wi' me, &c. 
 
 l^ KfiiEni^, #. 
 
 [This is one of Burns's early songs -and one of 
 his best. The heroine was a servant-girl at Cal- 
 cothill, near Lochlea, by name Agnes Fleming. 
 The air is very old.] 
 
 Behind yon hills, where Lugar flows, 
 
 'Mang moors and mosses many, O, 
 The wintry sun the day has cloa'd. 
 
 And I'll awa' to Nannie, O. 
 The westlin wind blaws loud and shrill 
 
 The night's baith mirk and rainy, O ; 
 But I'll get my plaid, and out I'll steal. 
 
 And o'er the hill to Nannie, O. 
 
 My Nannie's charming, sweet, and young; 
 
 Nae artf u' wiles to win ye, O ; 
 May ill befa' the flattering tongue 
 
 That wad beguile my Nannie, O. 
 Her face is fair, her heart is true. 
 
 As spotless as she's bonnie, O; 
 The opening gowan wat wi' dew, 
 
 Nae purer is than Nannie, O. 
 
 A country lad is my degree. 
 
 And few there be that ken me, O; 
 But what care I how few they be ? 
 
 I'm welcome aye to Nannie, O. 
 My riches a's my penny fee. 
 
 And I maun guide it cannie,0; 
 But warl's gear ne'er troubles me. 
 
 My thoughts are a' my Nannie, O. 
 
 Our auld gudeman delights to view 
 
 His sheep and kye thrive bonnie, O; 
 But I'm as blythe that hands his pleugh. 
 
 And has nae care but Nannie, O. 
 Come weel, come wae, I carena by, 
 
 I'll tak' what heaven will send me, O; 
 Nae ither care in life ha'e I, 
 
 But live and love my Nannie, O. 
 
 Im^ of ^aMiie»€^arg. 
 
 [First published at Edinburgh, In May 1791, 
 in a periodical work, conducted by Dr. Anderson, 
 entitled, "The Bee." The author is Hkctok 
 Macnkil. Tune, " Bonnie Dundee."] 
 
 SAW ye my wee thing ? Saw ye my ain thing? 
 Saw ye my true love down on yon lea ? 
 
 Cross'd she the meadow yestreen at the gloamin' ? 
 
 Sought she the bumie whar flow'rs the haw tree? 
 Her hair it is lint- white ; her skin it is milk-white; 
 
 Dark is the blue o' her saft rolling e'e ; 
 Red, red her ripe lips, and sweeter than roees:- 
 
 Whar could my wee thing wander frae me ? 
 
 1 saw na your wee thing, I saw na your ain things 
 Nor saw I your true love down on yon lea; 
 
 But I met my bonnie thing late in the gloamin', 
 Down by the bumie whar flow'rs the haw tree. 
 
 Her hair it was lint-white; her skin it was milk- 
 white; 
 Dark was the blue o' her saft rolling e'e ; 
 
 Red were her ripe lips, and sweeter than roses: 
 Sweet were the kisses that ^he ga'e to me. 
 
 It was na my wee thing, it was na my ain thing. 
 
 It was na my true love ye met by the tree: 
 Proud is her leal heart ! modest her nature! 
 
 She never lo'ed onie tillance she lo'ed me. 
 Her name it is Mary; she's frae Castle-Cary: 
 
 Aft has she sat, when a bairn, on my knee:— 
 Fair as your face is, war't fifty times fairer. 
 
 Young bragger, she ne'er would gi'e kisses to thee. 
 
 It was then your Mary ; she's fttie Castle-Cary: 
 It was then your true love I met by the tree; 
 
 Proud as her heart is, and modest her nature. 
 Sweet were the kisses that she ga'e to me. 
 
10 
 
 Balrgloom'd tt dMk biow, bkMd-i^ bis cfcMk 4 
 
 WUdllMh'dtkAilrefrMhiaredroUlnf cr«i- || 
 Te'i me nir ttala momin< jour boMU and yoor 
 Moraine: 
 Daftadjr«,l)Mifetimitor! fti' lead^ 7* Ita. 
 
 Awtf trf becnlllnff, cried Ik* yovtk, HBlllac : - 
 Aff vent the bonnet; the lint-wklte locks iMi 
 
 The belled plaM te*ln«. berwhlle tMBoa itevtnfc 
 Fnlr stood the lor'd maid wf ihedask roiUiw 
 
 I* it my wee thing! Is it my aln thinf ! 
 
 Is it mj tnie lore here that I see! 
 O Jamie, forH'e me : yonr heart's eonslant to me; 
 
 111 nerer m 
 
 ?$es» ms (onntf tore Unit. 
 
 [Fbom "T 
 Francis Bmrifocii." The 
 •one " Matoxal Philosophy."] 
 
 ** Hsr, my bennle wee lai 
 
 Blythe and ehearto wee 
 
 Will ye wed acBBU eai 
 
 Bonnie, bennle wee 
 
 "I ha'e sheep an' I ha'e kjt, 
 I ha'e wheat, an' I ha'e rj% 
 An' heaps of sUlsr, lass, flMtf% 
 That ye shall spen' wi' bm, laflM 
 Hey, my boanle wee lami*, 
 Blythe and ohssrts wee ImbK 
 WiU ye wed a oanij oarie, 
 Bonnle,fe " 
 
 "Ye shall dress In d 
 My Kowd and gear dutU a' be thine^ 
 And 1 to ye be CTer kind, 
 6ay, wtU ye many me, lasris? 
 Hey, my bonnie wee lassie^ 
 Blythe and eheerie wee laiiiek 
 WUl ye wed a canty carte, - 
 Bonnie, smiling wee lasda." 
 
 ** Oae hame, sold man, an' dam yoor I 
 Fill up your lanky sides wT brose. 
 An' at the Ingle wann your nose. 
 But come na oooitiu' me, carle. 
 
 O ye dawtec anld oaito. 
 
 Ite htwk ntf dee shaU pair, t iwv, 
 Bttan I ynir vT jew eada! 
 
 •• Tew hs«» Is enM M' feud WMHMIW 
 Ye ha'e nae ■ 
 An' sUlsr eaua bny Ue I 
 naft plMnn ffes la M*. t 
 Oja* 
 
 BM 111 M iiMp wf j% omW 
 
 "I wtaaasten 70V levd wr jra, 
 Yenr wMhsrtt hm*% — T wwkmj ¥•-. 
 U dsMk rd aseMT dttsMsd ha. 
 Than visddad IS yew Mid MsiC 
 Ojati 
 8Uly.< 
 
 rn hloMi *tm fsv iNMl, carte; 
 
 "BMIhessrs a lad, an' r» Us nta. 
 May Beneea lilssrtnp — Wmnta\ 
 ThMgh plaeklBBs, he Is no* Itfa. 
 And h* ** ih* aan fsr M^ «Ml* ! 
 U yovih an' at* oan M'sr acrs* } 
 TfeMwh rteh, 7«i1* M OM man fcr aaa. 
 
 Ifja 
 
 • t 
 
 ohyW.Pam. Okapossd fey J. P. OMkau] 
 
 O.IMM 
 
 An' Is 
 An'IaM 
 
 An' I BMnsi^ ife* w<*i« M ^fmk, 
 
 lWlM1*^w^i^*s■^ry1 m ll. 
 T»«illfe*Mdaldnr. 
 
 
 (Kerl 
 
 An* I mnnn I* ife* grsaawMd mac 
 Tossiih*trtdaldaj. 
 
SCOTTISH BOKGS. 
 
 11 
 
 [This was first published in tbe Tea-Table Mis- 
 cellany, 1724. The author la Robert Crawford 
 of Drumsoy, not, as is generally stated, WiUiam 
 Crawford of Auchinames. The air is very old. 
 *'The Bush aboon Traquair," says Mr. Robert 
 Chambers, a native of the district, " was a small 
 grove of birches that formerly adorned the west 
 bank of the Quair water, in Peebles-shire, about 
 a mile from Traquair house, the seat of the Earl 
 of Traquair. But only a few spectral-looking 
 remains now denote the spot so long celebrated 
 in the popular poetry of Scotland. Leafless even 
 in summer, and scarcely to be observed upon 
 the bleak hill-side, they form a truly melancholy 
 memorial of what must once have been an object 
 of great pastoral beauty, as well as the scene of 
 many such fond attachments as that delineated 
 in the following verses."] 
 
 Hear me, ye nymphs, and ev'ry swain, 
 
 I'll tell how Peggie grieves me; 
 Though thus I languish and complain, 
 
 Alas ! she ne'er believes me. 
 My vows and sighs, like silent air, 
 
 Unheeded, never move her; 
 The bonnie bush aboon Traquair, 
 
 'Twas there I first did love her. 
 
 That day she smil'd, and made me glad, 
 
 No maid seem'd ever kinder; 
 I thought myself the luckiest lad. 
 
 So sweetly there to find her. 
 I tried to soothe my am'rous flame. 
 
 In words that I thought tender: 
 If more there pass'd, I'm not to blame 
 
 1 meant not to oflfend her. 
 
 Yet now she scornful flies the plain. 
 
 The fields we then frequented; 
 If e'er we meet, she shows disdain. 
 
 She looks as ne'er acquainted. 
 The bonnie bush bloom'd fair in May; 
 
 Its sweets I'll aye remember; 
 But now her frowns make it decay; 
 
 It fades as In December. 
 
 Ye rural pow'rs who hear my strains, 
 Why thus should Peggie grieve me ? 
 
 Oh ! make her partner in my pains ; 
 Then let her smiles relieve me. 
 
 If not, my love will turn despair: 
 My passion no more tender ; 
 
 I'll leave the bush aboon Traquair 
 To lonely wilds I'll wander. 
 
 ^^e S2Ri^oto*g lament. 
 
 [This beautiful and pathetic "Lament" flr«t 
 appeared in the Scotsman newspaper, about two or 
 three years ago. Its author is Thomas Sm ibxbt.] 
 
 Afork the Lammas tide 
 
 Had dun'd the birken tree. 
 In a' our water side 
 
 Nae wife was blest like me ; 
 A kind gudeman, and twa 
 
 Sweet bairns were round me here. 
 But they're a' ta'en awa' 
 
 Sin' the fa' o' the year. 
 
 Sair trouble cam' our gate. 
 
 And made me, when it cam', 
 A bird without a mate, 
 
 A ewe without a lamb. 
 Our hay was yet to maw, 
 
 And our com was to shear. 
 When they a' dwined awa' 
 
 In the fa' o' the year. 
 
 I downa look a-field. 
 
 For aye I trow I see 
 The form that was a bleld 
 
 To my wee bairns and me • 
 But wind, and weet, and snaw. 
 
 They never mair can fear. 
 Sin' they a' got the ca' 
 
 In the fa' o' the year. 
 
 Aft on the hill at e'ens 
 
 I see him "mang the ferns, 
 The lover o' my teens. 
 
 The father o' my bairns: 
 For there his plaid I saw 
 
 As gloamin' aye drew near — 
 But my a's now awa' 
 
 Sin' the fa' o' the year. 
 
 Our bonnie rigs thelrsel' 
 
 Reca' my waes to mind. 
 Our puir dumb beasties toll 
 
 O' a' that 1 ha'e ty ned ; 
 
12 
 
 BOOmHH 80HO& 
 
 For whM oor wlMAi will aw, 
 And WhM oar i beep wUl tkmr. 
 
 Bin' mjr %' fMd awa' 
 Inlhelk'o' the year? 
 
 Mj hearth !• growlnK eanid, 
 
 And wUl be caulder (till; 
 And lair, aair in the &aJd 
 
 WUl be tite winter's chUli 
 Vor peau were yet to ea', 
 
 Oor sheep thej were to smear. 
 When mj a' dwlned awa' 
 
 In the tk' o' the year. 
 
 I etUe whUes to spin. 
 
 But wee, wee pattenin' fsd 
 Come rlnnln' out and in. 
 
 And then I Jost maun freei: 
 I ken it's teney a'. 
 
 And Ckfter rows the tear. 
 That my a' dwlned awa' 
 
 In the Ca' o' the year. 
 
 Beklnd.OheaT'nahQnef 
 
 To ane sae wae and lane^ 
 An' lak' her hamewards sone^ 
 
 In pity 0* her mane: 
 Lan« ere the March winds blaw, 
 
 May she, fkr fkr ftae hers. 
 Meet them a' that's awa' 
 
 Stn'theft'o'iheyeac 
 
 [Warrrw by Sn WAirma Soorr, ftw Cun^ 
 bell's Albyn's Anthology, to a UaaUe air, called 
 " Cha teid mis a ehaoldh, " (I will nerw fo wlik 
 him.) '< In the original Oaelle,* snye tha aallMr, 
 " the Lady makes protestations that she will not 
 go with the Red Earl's son, nntll the swan should 
 build in the cliff, and the eagle In the lake vatU 
 one mountain should change plaoee with another, 
 and so forth. It Is but fklr to add," oontlnoes 
 Sir Waller, slyly, " that there is no aathorlty for 
 onppodng that she altered her "><n4 «Tciii|if A« 
 vehemence of her proteatatioiu.y' 
 
 Hkar what Highland Nora said: 
 The Earlie's son I will not wed. 
 Should all the race uf nature die, 
 And none be left but he and I. 
 
 For aU the fold, aa4 an Ike • 
 
 1 wUl Ml v«d tte Karllirk • 
 
 Are Ughily made aod Uchily tnka* 
 The heather eo the aMuiata^ M^ 
 
 n« Ikwi «te« MM ifeBll avMy awi^ 
 Ihal hmm dnp ft«B tf« uid tea* 
 T«l Heia, en Mi Mmm W fDM, 
 Mi^ hUthely wed tha BacltolB na. 
 
 TIM iwBB, *e mid. IM lakars dMr hnMl 
 Mhjr baiter fbrthe aiwliri amit 
 n* Avers ten* MTMa maj baAward tan. 
 BMQraaofeaa Ml aad era* KUekarat 
 Oar kfUad elaa^ wkea blood k hlU. 
 IMmv their tai may tara aad if t 
 Bat I. v«o an tboM manrdie doM^ 
 Woald B*Tv vod tbo Itkrite • ma. 
 
 Bun la Iho walor-llly's shade 
 
 I aem the wUd fwaa madtt 
 iMtetaoevarj 
 • tlwA««%leKei1«art 
 Vvikm ite iM* •TlbMaM'e «eel 
 Vo MgklaM bncat hM tara-d the bail : 
 Bat Horaf bean le lest aad wmi- 
 
 ^it l.aifO 0* limhfffoii. 
 
 (WeHe aad Masle bj Jaam 
 
 Cair I bear to part wl* thee. 
 Hover mair thy keo to eeo, - 
 Cha I bear to pan wt' iheo. 
 ^ - ideri 
 
 Omi^ war y« ower year kalo, 
 Toddy Jnp. aad jaapo o- ylll; 
 Heart aya kiad. aad loal. aad bale. - 
 Tbo boaom Lalid or LaadMioBi 
 
 Ha ihaA ewean b bat M w t 
 Ho that ehaals to beU mast f»t 
 He that flUle In bacnto. 
 
 Falls in the devll^ ftytng-paa. 
 
SCOTTISH SONGa 
 
 13 
 
 Wha was't ne'er put aith to word, 
 Never fleech'd to duke or lord, 
 Neyer sat at sinfu' board ?— 
 
 The honest Laird o' Lamington. 
 
 He that cheats can ne'er be just; 
 He that lies is ne'er to trust ; 
 He- that drinks to drauk his dust, 
 Wha can say that wrang is done? 
 
 Wha was't ne'er to fraud inclined? 
 Neyer lied sin' he could mind ? 
 Ane whase drouth there's few can find ?— 
 The honest Laird o' Lamington ! 
 
 I like a man to tak' his glass. 
 Toast his friend and bonnie lass; 
 He that winna is an ass — 
 
 Deil send him ane to gallop on! 
 
 I like a man that's frank and kind. 
 Meets me when I ha'e a mind. 
 Sings his sang and drinks me blind. 
 Like the honest Laird o' Lamington. 
 
 lu\^ '^uMtmun^ 
 
 [Written by Sir Alexander Bos well to the 
 old tune called " The East Neuk o' Fife," and In- 
 serted in Thomson's Select Melodies of Scotland.] 
 
 AuLD gudeman, ye're a drucken carle, drucken 
 
 carle; [gaunt; 
 
 A' the lang day ye wink and drink, and gape and 
 
 O' sottish loons ye're the pink and pearl, pink and 
 
 Ill-far'd, doited ne'er-do-weel. [pearl, 
 
 Hech, gudewife ! ye're a fly ting body, flytingbody; 
 Will ye ha'e ; but, gude be praised, the wit ye want. 
 The puttin' cow should be aye a doddy, aye a doddy. 
 Mak' na sic an awsome reel. 
 
 Ye're a sow, auld mam 
 
 Ye get fou, auld man; 
 
 Fye for shame, auld man. 
 
 To your wame, auld man: 
 Pinch'd I Min, wi' spinnin' tow, 
 A plack to cleid your back and pow. 
 
 It's a lie, gudewife. 
 
 It's your tea, gudewife, 
 
 Na, na, gudewife, 
 
 Ye spend a', gudewife. 
 
 4^ 
 
 Dinna fa' on me, pell mell, 
 
 Ye like the drap fu' weel yourselL 
 
 Ye's rue, auld gowk, your jest and frolic, jett and 
 
 frolic. 
 Dare ye say, goose, I erer liked to tak' a dr&ppy ? 
 An 'twerena just to cure the cholic, cure the cholic 
 Deil a drap wad weet my mou'. 
 
 Troth, gudewife, an' ye wadna swlther, wadna 
 
 swither. 
 Soon to tak' acholic, when it brings adrap o'cappy. 
 But twascore years we ha'e fought thegitber, fought 
 
 thegither; 
 Time it is to gree, I trow. 
 
 I'm wrang, auld John, 
 
 Ower lang, auld John, 
 
 For nought, gude John, 
 
 We ha'e fought, gude John* 
 Let's help to bear ilk ither's weight. 
 We're far ower feckless now to fight. 
 
 Ye're richt, gude Kate; 
 
 The nicht, gude Kate, 
 
 Our cup, gude Kate, 
 
 We'll sup, gude Kate ; 
 Thegither frae this hour we'll draw. 
 And toom the stoup atween us twa. 
 
 [Printed in the 2d rol. of Herd's Collection, 
 1776. It is also given, with the original mooic, in 
 the 4th vol. of Johnson's Museum.] 
 
 And fare ye weel, my auld wife; 
 
 Sing bum, bee, berry, bum; 
 Fare ye weel, my auld wife; 
 
 Sing bum, bum, bum. 
 Fare ye weel, my auld wife. 
 The steerer up o' sturt and strife, 
 The maut 's abune the meal the nicht, 
 
 Wi' some, some, some. 
 
 And fare ye weel, my pike-staflT; 
 
 Sing bum, bee, berry, bum-. 
 Fare ye weel, my pike-staff; 
 
 Sing bum, bum, bum. 
 Pare ye weel, my pike-staff; 
 Wi' you nae mair my wife 111 baff • 
 The maut 's abune the meal the nicht, 
 Wi' some, some, some. 
 
14 
 
 SCOTTISH 8056& 
 
 'Sit &l\> Scotti0i €&ent1eman. 
 
 (THn tone wiiU«D on tlM model and to the air of < 
 for Um Am I 
 
 Tkb toof 111 line, thooglilfttAly OMdo, U UDi of oMm dST*. 
 Of a good old Boottkh tmUMMB.- of food old SooHfak «v>: 
 When oar bMODc bold kopi koMO Md koM, Md luc flMfr •M«B l«7«> 
 And dioTO with ipood aonw Iko TwMd «*Mld floMlMd^i- bloMj flM» 
 Like hnro old BMMM cantloMM an oTilM «li« dMk 
 
 BIseuUeoldwM* 
 With dimwbridce, moot, and ponealUB, and mo and ttnlwarl sm i 
 lltf tteods w good aU hooMd itood. pntrnfA for flghft, and wk«n 
 Ub trumpeu' thont the diaigo garo oM, the abhol HOd, AsMa ! 
 The brare old SooOlik iminaan att of Ik* oMm tlma. 
 
 In wMHh It wat a foodlr il^t to M« iMi bmt« oU MM, 
 When bordordogan fbttk kad oaU'd kli kaid7 MiMkI fliM, 
 A4, tioatly nnnktttf la Ihoir fkoni, ko boldl7 M IIM VM, 
 Till fhim tkdr ■laid J Mowi^ In dtwd, iko kangMf SontkroM fUL 
 Tko Moot old Beouirit flMMloMn aU oriko oldnttM. 
 
 TkenTi noog^ w «k««M kit fMd «M k«Ml M iwad Mo boMd 10 M 
 lite dauMaon and malMn m*. kO Joln^ tai vaaaO ftao, 
 WhMi loodotl roae iht Mi« aad iMili, Ikt iMdMl ksfk »fv ko. 
 And agro klf toart vao. •* SooUaadTb ifgki.* * «f »' Iko koMOi Ikro 
 Tko laro old 80001* iMiloaan kU of Ik* oMw itec 
 
 Hit door «M op'd to «T*f7 ono wkoM t^ftraMOMt dwr: 
 The itranger cold and hvp«r oU wen alwi^ w«loanM kort} 
 For aje he loVd to hear Ike talo oCaadett daodi of wotar. 
 How Sngland'a might, OB BumoeTi eaU, dM 4«ia *a«alk Bn«f)m 
 The rare old nwKilik gonlleMan an e< Ika oMoa tb— . 
 
 At length death's arrowe, 'i^lnd wh 
 Met thla old man aeraUantly ho fbogkllB baHlo toM; 
 Where, though attaek'd b7 tteoo to one, j« mu ko NOffa'd !• TtaMt 
 Bat blow for blow ho deall tko CM. tffl doolk kto eyolldi MoTtt. 
 So died thli Soottiek faatiomaa an of tko oMia itaM. 
 
 W. o. R 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 15 
 
 ^^^ 0u%inu\ ^m^^ 
 
 BY TANNAHILL. 
 
 [Thb following songs, by Robert Tannahiu., 
 are, so far as is known to us, here printed for the 
 first time. We were favoured with them by the 
 poet's brother, Mr. Matthew Tannahill of Paisley, 
 •who says they were composed when their author 
 was about 16 or 17 years of age. The first is to 
 the old air of " Good night and joy be wi' you 
 a.'" The second is to the tune of "The Lea 
 Rig."] 
 
 The evening sun's gaen down the west. 
 
 The birds sit nodding on the tree; 
 All nature now prepares for rest. 
 
 But rest prepared there 's none for me. 
 The trumpet sounds to war's alarms. 
 
 The drums they beat, the fifes they play,— 
 Come, Mary, cheer me wi' thy charms. 
 
 For the morn I will be far away. 
 
 Good night and joy, good night and joy, 
 Good night and joy be wi' you a': 
 
 For since it 's so that I must go. 
 Good night and joy be wi' you ai 
 
 I gi-ieve to leave my comrades dear, 
 
 I mourn to leave my native shore,— 
 To leave my aged parents here. 
 
 And the bonnie lass whom I adore. 
 But tender thoughts maun now be hush'd. 
 
 When danger calls I must obey.— 
 The transport waits us on the coast, 
 
 And the morn I will be far away. 
 Good night and joy, 5ec. 
 
 Adieu, dear Scotia's sea beat coast ! 
 
 Though bleak and drear thy mountains be. 
 When on the heaving ocean tost, 
 
 I'll cast a wishful look to thee ! 
 And now, dear Mary, fare thee well. 
 
 May Providence thy guardian be ! 
 Or in the camp, or on the field, 
 
 I'U heave a sigh, and think on thee ! 
 Good night and joy, &c. 
 
 II, 
 
 [In introducing this second song, 3Ir. Matthew 
 Tannahill says In the communication with which 
 we are favoured : " My brother had a strong wish 
 to see AUoway's auld haunted kirk, and he and 
 two or three of his young acquaintances set out to 
 pay it a visit. After seeing the kirk, they riaited 
 some of the surrounding scenery. I remember he 
 was well pleased with the jaunt, and, when he 
 returned, he gave me a copy of two verses of a 
 song which he said he wrote in his bed-room the 
 first time he was in the town of Ayr. I know he 
 did not think much of them himself, and I believe 
 he never wrote another copy. I give you them, 
 however, such as they are."j 
 
 When I the dreary mountains pass'd, 
 
 My ain kind dearie, O, 
 1 thought on thee, my bonnie lass. 
 
 Although I was na near thee, O. 
 My heart within me was right sad, 
 
 When others they were cheerie, O, 
 They little kent I thought on thee. 
 
 My ain kind dearie, O. 
 
 But now an I ha'e won till Ayr, 
 
 Although I'm geyan weary, O, 
 I'll tak' a glass into my ban'. 
 
 And drink to you, my dearie, O, 
 Cheer up your heart, my bonnie lass. 
 
 And see you dinna weary, O ; 
 In twice three ooks, gin I be spared, 
 
 I'se come again, and see thee, O. 
 
 And row thee up, and row thee down. 
 And row thee till I weary, O, 
 
 And row thee o'er the lea ri«, 
 },: J ain kind deai-ie, 1 
 
 Mm Imntt^ ofcer t^e bottet. 
 
 [This first appeared in the romance of "The 
 Monastery," by Sir Walter Scott, 1820.J 
 
 March, march, Ettrick and Tevlotdale, 
 Why, my lads, dinna ye march forward in order? 
 
 March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale, 
 All the blue bonnets are over the border. 
 
16 
 
 Many a teaiMrfprMd. flatten abOTtyoorkMd, A BMi glntod la tttlr «Mi« fM^ 
 
 MtLDj a emt Ihat to temoo* In Kory, 
 Mount and make readj tken, mus of Iks mo«a> 
 
 riikt te 70W (^oMa and tt« oU BfloOMiitoiT. 
 
 Ob— flwattaldlltwbw y u ui Miideawinatafc 
 
 OoflM from tiM (tea «r Um tadi and Ik* roc I 
 Com* to (ho one wlMTO tto beaooB li blailac : 
 
 Oomo with the tra^tar, tko laodo, aad Iko bov. 
 Tnimpou an Mondlnc* wareloeda an bouidlac i 
 
 Stand to yoar anne, and mank ta food order ) 
 Encland ■hall many a dajr teU of dM bkwdy fray 
 
 When the blue bonneie 
 
 9ii, <2^I)IotU. 
 
 [Tnn elecant lyrle appean la the T»-TM4e 
 MtooelUny, headed CHMoroy, that bolBf the tone 
 to which It to adapted. It hM alee boea eop«od 
 into moM other nnnittoi ceUerthme eC Map,aad 
 oaerlbed to Pai ui i i Pe— «f CtoHeaM, Mr. 
 Charlee Klrkpatrkk HlMitab ktvtnr. >mm— Hy 
 dlseorered U to betoag la Ote Ctaito aamy** 
 play of the Molbeny TMe, wMeh wm prfalad ta 
 1675, befon Pnildaat Tbibei waa bara. II eaa 
 thenfon no loafer ba admitted wMh proprlaiy 
 into any BeoHtob eelleettea, aad to ea|y wprtend 
 hen for the poipow «f aonwUag a lose eMab* 
 
 An CkkrtoleeoMlB 
 
 AeuMODoara'd.MwlMa 
 Yoor lateat beas^ eeald tafil 
 
 No happlaem orpalai 
 When I thto dawnlac did admtra. 
 
 And piBtoed the eomlnc day, 
 I lltUe thoa«ht that rieinc fln 
 
 Would take my reel away. 
 
 Year chamu In harmlem ehlldhood l«y, 
 
 Ab metato In a mine ; 
 Afo from no teoe takee mon awv 
 
 Than yoath eonoealVl in thlnet 
 Dot aa yoor oharme Ineenalbly 
 
 To their perfection preai^d, 
 80 lore, aa anpereelred, did fly, 
 
 And centre in my breaM. 
 
 My paadon with yoar beauty grew, 
 
 Willie Capld, at my heart, 
 Htlll, aa his mother faTour'd toq, 
 
 Threw a new flaming dart. 
 
 TeaMkaalafar.ha 
 tepkjV iha vlaeel of Mi arti - 
 Toa 
 
 rftneflwt appMM ilaa— Bfalaawafpa 
 hf J. rwuam, BMafe 
 U 
 
 DiMlaade 
 la 
 
 Koi 
 
 To UH 10 Ha da* e( Iby Ibmalaa? 
 flteUaahaadlbat I Inn nlm wj ftlnlbM^li^ 
 
 nagdafftaMr^mldwarfhnaaddaafw? lV% 
 Ab,aal CarlfoeltbalBylMlbeaTtafrfik 
 
 Man ia« ea tka t^e er Ika MBaf«. 
 
 TlMafltt^tatD,y^alkBn^y»fti*bli>Mlmb<fH 
 
 the pv tea*, 
 1 ly bew > Kwaimn 
 Ike Mae iten Ueaai e*er aiy fwf^ 
 Aad BMtt where a ftaaama to rfaeptag, 
 Aad aty dime ibaU be keaid la ika MUa-a itoiJIafl 
 watra. 
 
 tok 
 
 Twaa a aaMler vfca lyeka - tal Mi v«lM aMP to 
 
 Aad lowly Ike ban to (ytac (taae^ 
 
 Xe aoaad neoii Ike ear. nva ikaeraaadlW^ aMaa, 
 
 Or ika hn mt t bre af b tke pa h a I r ea <gM^ 
 Bai loaa ikeagh karMi whendM«analtoM«, 
 
 Bj tke w U dar a — keaHly pad^i 
 Hto grare la oar baeoato AaU avar ba paaa, 
 
 Aad hto mfflnnmani aefer baaw iteftrtat 
 
 Vbi 0Un$txtl ^Irqpjt. 
 

 
 SCOTTISH SONGS, ,« 
 
 
 The Minstrel sleeps! and common clay ^ My life had been a wilderness. 
 
 
 Claims what is only common now; 
 
 Unbless'd by fortune's gale, 
 
 
 His eye hath lost its kindling ray. 
 
 Had fate not link'd my lot to hers, 
 
 
 And darkness sits upon his brow ! 
 
 The Rose of AUandale. 
 
 
 The Minstrel sleeps ! -the spell is past. 
 
 
 
 His spirit its last flight hath taken; 
 
 
 
 The magic wand is broke at last 
 
 
 
 Whose touch all things to life could waken ! 
 
 
 
 The Minstrel sleeps !- the glory's fled. 
 
 m^^ tf)t ^&mk. 
 
 
 The soul's returned back to the Giver, 
 
 
 
 And all that e'er could die is dead 
 Of him whose name shall lire for erer! 
 
 [This humorous exposition of courtship in 
 pastoral life is the production of the Rev. Dr. 
 James Muibheap, minister of the parish of Urr 
 
 
 The Minstrel sleeps! -and genius mourns 
 
 ill Galloway, who died in 1808, at the age of 68. 
 
 
 In tears of woe, and sighs of sorrow; 
 
 It first appeared in Herd's Collection, in 1776.] 
 
 
 For though each day his song returns. 
 
 
 
 The Minstrel's voice, it knows no morrow! 
 
 
 
 The Minstrel sleeps! -and death, oh! thou 
 Hast laid the mighty with the slain- 
 
 The mantle fallen is folded now. 
 And who may it unfold again ? 
 
 Blythp. young Bess to Jean did say, 
 WiU ye gang to yon sunny brae, 
 Whare flocks do feed, and herds do stray. 
 
 And sport awhUe wi' Jamie ? 
 Ah, na, lass ! I'U no gang there. 
 Nor about Jamie tak' a care. 
 Nor about Jamie tak' a care. 
 
 
 ^^S^ M^U ©t illkEtiaff* 
 
 For he's ta'en up wi' Maggie. 
 For hark, and I will teU you, lass. 
 
 
 [Words by C. Jeffervs. Music composed by 
 
 Did I not see young Jamie pass. 
 
 
 S. Nelson.] i' -^ J 
 
 Wi' meikle blytheness in his face, 
 Outowre the mulr to Maggie ? 
 
 
 Tub morn was fair, the skies were clear. 
 
 I wat he ga'e her monie a kiss. 
 
 
 No breath came o'er the sea. 
 
 And Maggie took them nae amiss-. 
 
 
 When Mary left her Highland cot. 
 
 Tween Uka smack pleas'd her wi' this. 
 
 
 And wander'd forth with me : 
 
 " That Bess was but a gawkle. 
 
 
 Tho' flowers deck'd the mountain's side. 
 
 
 
 And fragrance fill'd the vale. 
 
 "For when a civU kiss I seek. 
 
 
 By far the sweetest flower there 
 
 She turns her head and thraws her cheek. 
 
 
 Was the Rose of AUandale. 
 
 And for an hour she'U hardly speak: 
 Wha'd no ca' her agawkie ? 
 
 
 Where'er I wandered, east or west. 
 
 But sure my Maggie has mair sense, 
 
 
 Tho' fate began to lour. 
 
 She'll gl'e a score without ofl'ence; 
 
 
 A solace still was she to me, 
 
 Now gi'e me ane into the mense. 
 
 
 In sorrow's lonely hour. 
 
 And ye shall be my dawtie." 
 
 
 When tempests lash'd our gallant bark, 
 
 
 
 And rent her shiv'ring sail. 
 
 " Jamie, ye ha'e monie ta'en. 
 
 
 One maiden form withstood the storm, 
 
 But I will never stand for ane 
 
 
 •Twas the Rose of AUandale. 
 
 Or twa when we do meet again. 
 So ne'er think me a gawkle." 
 
 
 And when my fever'd lips were parch'd 
 
 "Ah, na, lass, that canna be; 
 
 
 On Afric's burning sand. 
 
 Sic thoughts as thae are far tn» me, 
 
 
 She whisper-d hopes of happiness, 
 
 Or onio thy sweet face that see. 
 
 
 And tales of distant land: , 
 
 . E'er to think thee a gawkie." 
 
 ' B 
 
 ■| 
 
18 
 
 Bat. whMl, BM wttr o* tkls veil tpMk, 
 For yonder Jaate dofli OS meet : 
 InaMhd o' ]i«K be kte'd iM tweet, 
 
 I trow he like* the f»wkle. 
 " O dear Bm, I hanUj knew. 
 When I CUB' hj, your gown mm new; 
 I think you're f ot It wet wf dew." 
 
 Qaoth the, " That's like a sawkle: 
 
 " It! wat wf dew, and 'tvlU cM laln, 
 And ru iti gowna when U Is fuei 
 Sae ye may gan( the gate ye oaiM^ 
 
 And t«U it to yoor dawtie.* 
 The KttUt appear'd In Jamie^ atlifci 
 He eited, ** O erael maid, hot IWMI, 
 If I theald ganc anither gale, 
 
 I ne'er eoold meet mj dawtto." 
 
 The laaM fhilftme him thsy ffew. 
 And left poor Jamie Mtr to HM 
 That erer Macglfl^e ftee he knew. 
 
 Or yM ca'd Be« a gawkle. 
 As they gade owre the Bolr thty mat. 
 The hills and dales wf eeho vane* 
 The hills and dales wf eolM iaa«. 
 
 ** Oanf o^ar llM Bolr la 1 
 
 4 if.^ 
 
 ny TVlea ru Mai to ««e Ifejnil, 
 
 Bal If taid lof« Ihy heart «aa fl 
 
 latfwliSlPsaTow; 
 Kaa— >daalyh»ttoii>l>i 
 
 Vsr 7o« aleae I Ilia ifea ilBii 
 PorTWlvMritoMMi 
 
 For yoa alsM I Mtf* la itaic- 
 O lall ■• haw la waol 
 
 £t fell on a doming. 
 
 rrms Moc; tj Joainta BAtua* artglBally a^ 
 pnrsd la the Barp el ChMaate, paUklwd ■• 
 Glaaiov ttt un, aaA atttad kj Mr. Jala flra- 
 
 & tfll me I^olo to iDOo ttice. 
 
 [Wairrair by Ma. OaAMAv of Qtgtmtn, aai 
 lint pabllahod Im tba Mlaaualv af Ika laaiitt 
 Border, UOLJ 
 
 Ir doofhty deads my lady pleafN, 
 Bight soon ru aMNUit my Bleed! 
 And strong his arm, and Cmi his seat. 
 
 That bean fime me the meed. 
 Ill wear thy oolouB ta ny «p. 
 
 Thy pktara in my haait> 
 And he that heads BMio tkiM «|«k 
 Shall rae it to his saaaru 
 Then tell me hew to woo thee, lore, 
 
 O tell me how to woo thee! 
 For thy dearsake, nae oare 111 take^ 
 Though neTer aneiher trow im, 
 
 If gij atttre delight thtne aye, 
 
 IUdl^melnarray; 
 I'll tend thy oharaber door all night. 
 
 And sqolre thee all the day. 
 
 That aae uiha 4aardMp» la«« aad laaf. 
 Bat the a«M gaiawlia and IMT M^ys «• lliN. 
 
 F«r a afent M ilM 4aar, to kfBid 4ay HiH 
 li ■• Ilka a dtty viMa haavl ai tf'aB. 
 
 ynmmoA wUfcal^ half aairX, half skita, 
 Aadyaanl^<fcrai»fc^aCk^Bw^■^l■l<aM^ 
 Balsad «f iha iBMh asd aaaa anaaaly ham. 
 His asai waa Mv and Mi arartay vaa VMM, 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 19 
 
 " Na, na !" quo' the pauky auld wife, " I trow, " 
 You'll fash na' your head wi' a youthfu' gilly. 
 As wild and as skeigh as a muirland filly. 
 
 Black Madge is far better and fitter for you." 
 He hem'd and he haw'd and he screw'd In his 
 mouth. 
 
 And he squeez'd his blue bonnet his twa hands 
 
 For wooers that oome when the sun's in the 
 south 
 Are mair aukwart than wooers that come at e'en. 
 
 "Black Madge she is prudent."— " "What's that 
 to me ? " 
 
 " She is eident and sober, has sense in her noddle. 
 
 Is douse and respeckit."— " I carena a'boddle. 
 I'll baulk na' my luive, and my fancy's free." 
 
 Madge toss'd back her head wi' a saucy slight. 
 And Nanny ran laughing out to the green ; 
 
 For wooers that come when the sun shines 
 bright 
 Are no like the wooers that come at e'e». 
 
 Awa' flung the laird, and loud muttered he, 
 
 "All the daughters of Eve, between Orkney 
 and Tweed, O, 
 
 Black and fair, young and old, dame, damsel, 
 and widow, 
 May gang wi' their pride to the deil for me ! " 
 
 But the auld gudewife, and her Mays sae tight. 
 For a' his loud banning cared little, I ween: 
 
 For a wooer that comes in braid day-light 
 Is no like a wooer that comes at e'en. 
 
 11^ 'Mm^ €ouh 
 
 [This song is to be found in Herd's Collection of 
 1776. Bums made some slight alterations on it 
 for Johnson's Museum. Old king Coul, according 
 to fabulous Scottish history, flourished in the fifth 
 century, and was father of the giant Fin M'Coul. 
 Coila (Ayrshire) was under his sway,] 
 
 Old King Coul was a jolly old soul. 
 
 And a jolly old soul was he; 
 And old King Coul, he had a brown bowl. 
 
 And they brought him in fiddlers three: 
 And every fiddler was a very good fiddler. 
 
 And a very good fiddler was he : 
 Fiddle-diddle, fiddle-diddle,wentthe fiddlers three: 
 And there's no a lass in a' Scotland,^ 
 
 Compar'd to our sweet Marjorie. . 
 
 > Old King Coul was a jolly old soul. 
 And a jolly old soul was he ; 
 Old King Coul, he had a brown bowl. 
 And they brought him in pipers three: 
 Ha-diddle,how-diddle, hardiddle, how diddle.went 
 
 the pipers three; 
 Fiddle-diddle,flddle-diddle,went the fiddlers three: 
 And there's no a lass in a' the land, 
 Compar'd to our sweet Marjorie. 
 
 Old King Coul was a jolly old soul. 
 
 And a jolly old soul was he ; 
 Old King Coul, he had a brown bowl. 
 And they brought him in harpers three : 
 Twlngle - twangle, twingle-twangle, went the 
 
 harpers; 
 Ha-diddle, how-diddle, ha-diddle, how-diddle, 
 
 went the pipers; 
 Fiddle-diddle,fiddle-diddle,went the fiddlers three: 
 And there's no a lass in a' the land, 
 Compar'd to our sweet Marjorie. 
 
 Old King Coul was a jolly old soul, 
 
 And a jolly old soul was he ; 
 Old King Coul, he had a brown bowl, 
 And they brought him in trumpeters tbre«: 
 Twarra-rang, twarra-rang, went the trumpetersj 
 Twingle-twangle, twingle-twangle, went the 
 
 harpers ; 
 Ha-diddle, how-diddle, ha-diddle, how-diddle, 
 
 went the pipers ; 
 riddle-diddle,flddle-diddle,went the fiddlers three: 
 And there's no a lass in a' Scotland, 
 Compar'd to sweet Marjorie. 
 
 Old King Coul was a jolly old soul. 
 
 And a jolly old soul was he; 
 Old King Coul, he had a brown bowl, 
 And they brought him in drummers three: 
 Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub, went the drummers: 
 Twarra-rang, twarra-rang, went the trumpeters; 
 Twingle-twangle, twingle-twangle, went the 
 
 harpers; 
 Ha-diddle, how-diddle, ha-diddle, how-diddle, 
 
 went the pipers ; 
 Fiddle-diddle,fiddle-dlddle,went the fiddlers throe: 
 And there's no a lass in a' the land, 
 Compar'd to sweet Marjorie. 
 
20 
 
 BoornsB iovoa 
 
 SStlUf toajs 8 toanton toag. 
 
 [Tiro foog flnt appeared tn the Tea Tabto lfl» 
 eellany, toI. IL, 171 , with tlie IniUalt W. W. 
 atu«hed.and iu aatbonhlp U cenenUjr 
 toWiLUAM Walkikmaw of Wi HIimI mi w , 
 PaUey. Tb« hero of U U »ld to haw 
 WiUiam Hamilum of 6Ubcrta«i4, T a nwt^lW b 
 the poelfcai wnmptn dm t af » a i— J, a 
 of the metikal Ute of flr WUHaa 
 Mr. Darid Lalag erM laattMS to IhaK iMt 
 HaraiUon was noi only tko hero b«l tka tmi 
 aaUior of the •ont, and llMt tko laStlali iw Oy 
 Indicate his well-known «oM«tM< of Waaiaa 
 WlUle.] 
 
 WiiLTK wat a wanton wair. 
 The bljthMt lad that e'er I mw. 
 
 At bridals stUl he bore the bnc 
 An' eairted loro the grro awa*. 
 
 Mis doaUel was of ZeUand shac 
 
 fJUkA wow ! hot WUlle ho was bcaw. 
 
 And at his AeoMor banc a lac 
 That pleasTd tho taMs bool of a . 
 
 He was a maa wtthevt a dac 
 
 Hto hoait was fhMk wtthoot a flaw : 
 And ajo vhalofw WnUo Mid, 
 
 It stta was haodn as a law. 
 Hto boots llMT wore MMdo of the Jac 
 
 Whoa ho wont 10 tho woaipoMohaw. 
 Upon the pooa nano dant hUs bn«. 
 
 The no^v a aae aanng Ihoai a*. 
 
 And was na WlUlo wod woith (owd > 
 
 He wan the Ioto o* greai and aaa't 
 For after ho tho bilde had kMd. 
 
 He kWd tho lassos hato ale a*. 
 8ao moRfly roaad the ilntf thojr row'd. 
 
 When br the hand he led then a'. 
 And smack on unaek on thorn bestowed. 
 
 By Tlrtue of a Mandinff law. 
 
 And was na Willie a peat loon. 
 
 As abyrs a lick as s^er was seen i 
 When he danc'd wi' the Isoseo i«aad. 
 
 The brideicroom spelr'd wheta he had been. 
 QQOth Willie, rre been at the rlnc. 
 
 W.' bobUnc balth my shanks are salr^ 
 Gao ea' yovr bride and maidens in. 
 
 For Willie ho dow do nao mair. 
 
 Thoa rs« JO, WOUo, I'D |M oav 
 Aad te a woo flU ay the riaf. 
 
 IWimoTsf 
 
 AhoMthohrtdodMteo. 
 8Byo,W«ibaooa7oart 
 
 Aad ar ifco ilac yo'U ayo bo lac 
 Ualo sojUto wmio yo advaaoo: 
 
 O! Wimohasawaaaealsf: 
 For wTi ho loaiBs as a' lo sioor* 
 
 Aad Harswsa vo boan wp iho itaf: 
 Wowtllfladaaododaaslnhow, 
 
 U «• vaal wmHTM vaMfl« fltef. 
 
 Voniiif ftal^s Ann. 
 
 Bor bralsis aia lh»l la a holy vaOi 
 
 Kao aortal ooa kook ibora. 
 What 1^ daar kla, or wha« haad daar loaoh. 
 
 Or what arm tf Ibto daar syaa. 
 The htaalo lips, tho orsaaiy lafe. 
 Or tho walsl o" Lady Ann ? 
 
 WalwrihohMiord 
 
 Bat a broMoi'd belt, wl' a haoUo or I 
 Her jtany waist awaa spaat 
 
 Oh. she's aa anafh' flt ftr hooT«a> 
 Uj boaalo Ia47 Aaa i 
 
 TIedapvrri 
 
 ▲ad oooMly dis *o la tho alM, 
 
 MoB^ iaaglBc ooa to fcodt 
 Sho wares tho ilaclois ftao hor ciMok, 
 
 Aad her dMaksaooBiloa«h'd «r Iho i 
 My boaalo Ladj-^^BO* 
 

 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 21 
 
 
 
 The mornin' clud is tasselt wi' gowd, ^ Like harmony het motion ; 
 
 
 
 Like my luve's broider'd cap; 
 
 Her pretty ankle is a spy. 
 
 
 
 And on the mantle that my luve wearer 
 
 Betraying fair proportion. 
 
 
 
 Is mony a gowden drap. 
 
 Wad mak' a saint forget the sky. 
 
 
 
 Her honnie ee-bree's a holy arch, 
 
 Sae warming, sae charming. 
 
 
 
 Cast by nae earthly han'. 
 
 Her faultless form and gracefu' air, 
 
 
 
 And the breath o' heaven is atween the lips 
 
 Ilk feature - auld nature 
 
 
 
 O' my bonnie Lady Ann. 
 
 Declared that she could do nae mair 
 Hers are the willing chains 0' love. 
 
 
 
 I wonderin' gaze on her stately steps. 
 
 By conquering beauty's sovereign law 
 
 
 
 And I beet a hopeless flame! 
 
 And, aye my Chloris' dearest charm. 
 
 
 
 To my lure, alas ! she maunna stoop 5 
 
 She says she lo'es me best of a'. 
 
 
 
 It wad stain her honour'd name. 
 
 
 
 
 My een are bauld, they dwall on a place 
 
 Let others love the city. 
 
 
 
 Where I daurna mint my han'; 
 
 And gaudy show at sunny noon: 
 
 
 
 But I water, and tend, and kiss the Howera 
 
 Gi'e me the lonely valley. 
 
 
 
 0' my bonuie Lady Ann. 
 
 The dewy eve, and rising moon. 
 Fair-beaming, and streaming. 
 
 
 
 I am but her father's gardener lad, 
 
 Her silver light the boughs amangj 
 
 
 
 And puir puir is my fa' , 
 
 While falling, recaUing, 
 
 
 
 My auld mither gets my wee wee fee, 
 
 The amorous thrush concludes her sang 
 
 
 
 Wi' fatherless bairnies twa. 
 
 There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove 
 
 
 
 My lady comes, my lady gaes. 
 
 By whimpling bum and leafy shaw. 
 
 
 
 Wi' a fou and kindly han'; 
 
 And hear my vows 0' truth and love. 
 
 
 
 0, the blessin' 0' God maun mix wi' my luve. 
 
 And say thou lo'es me Lest of a' ? 
 
 
 
 And fa' on Lady Ann. 
 
 
 
 
 ^u iElax^m ^2U fjet rlngkt^^ 
 
 ^ing on, 0fng m. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 [This was one of Burns's finest contributions 
 
 
 
 
 to George Thomson's collection. The "Chloris" 
 
 
 
 
 here celebrated was Jean Lorimer of Craigieburn, 
 
 [Writtkv by the Ettrtck SHPpnFRn, to the 
 
 
 
 in Dumfries-shire, who was also the heroine of 
 
 
 
 
 "Lassie wi' the Lint-white Locks," and other 
 
 
 
 
 Bongs. The description is said to have been true 
 
 SiNo on, sing on, my bonnie bird. 
 
 
 
 to her appearance. She was unfortunate in life. 
 
 The sang ye sang yestreen, 0, 
 
 
 
 and died so recently as 1831. The air of the song 
 
 When here, aneath the hawthorn wild. 
 
 
 
 is Irish, and called Oonagh.2 
 
 I met my bonnie Jean, 0. 
 My blude ran prinklin through my veins. 
 
 
 
 Sae flaxen were her ringlets. 
 
 My hair began to steer, : 
 
 
 
 Her eyebrows of a darker hue. 
 
 My heart play'd deep against my breast. 
 
 
 
 Bewitchingly o'erarching 
 
 As I beheld my dear, O. 
 
 
 
 Twa laughing een 0' bonnie blue. 
 
 
 
 
 Her smiling, sae wyling. 
 
 weels me on my happy lot ! 
 
 
 
 Wad mak' a wretch forget his woe; 
 
 weeb me on my dearie 
 
 
 
 What pleasure, what treasure. 
 
 weels me on the charmin' spot. 
 
 
 
 Unto those rosy lips to grow. 
 
 Where a' oombin'd to cheer me. 
 
 
 
 Such was my Chloris' bonnie face, 
 
 The mavis liltit on the bush. 
 
 
 
 When first her bonnie face I saw; 
 
 The lavTOck on the green, O; 
 
 
 
 And, aye my Chloris' dearest charm. 
 
 The lily bloom'd, the daisy blushd. 
 
 
 
 She says she lo'es me best of a'. ^ 
 
 i But a' was nought to Jean, 0. 
 
 
 
22 
 
 SCOTTISH flOlTGflL 
 
 Sine on, rtnf on, my t 
 
 Be neither flM'tf nor mk1«; 
 r U w»d 7oar 10T« riH In llM twh, 
 
 Th*t g»n ye riac ■» dMMtet 
 She may be kind, die may be nrNt, 
 
 She may be neat and eleuif O : 
 Bat O Bhe'i bat a dfymne male, 
 
 Oompar'd wl' bonnle Jean, O. 
 
 If lore wad open a' her itorte. 
 
 An' a' her bloomln' treaevM^ 
 And bid me rlee, an' tarn an' cteOM^ 
 
 And taete her ehletal pleaaucas 
 My dkolce wad be the roey ekaak. 
 
 The modeet beamln' ty, O . 
 The yellow hair, the bo«m fhir. 
 
 The Up* o' oonl dy^i O. 
 
 A bnunble ahade aroaad her httA, 
 
 A bamle poplin' by> O; 
 Oar bed the twalrd, <mr ■hael «h« pfaJd 
 
 Oar canopy the eky, O. 
 And hara% the bora, an' thatfi th« In 
 
 Arodnd the flewerie creen, O ; 
 An' thlf the plaid, an' eare the !•■ 
 ^Wad be my bonnle Jean, O. 
 
 Bear me, thoa bonnle modeft moon! 
 
 Ye Btamlei twlnUln' hl<h, 0! 
 An' a' ye rentle power* aboon. 
 
 That roam athwart the tky, O. 
 To tee me pateta' for the psfrt. 
 
 Ye «w me hleM yertrm, O; 
 An' erer tfll I braaihe my iMt 
 
 Ye'U am me troe to Jean, O. 
 
 tWarrran by Bin Waltbi BooffT tor Albynli 
 Antbolocy, a eoUeetlon of HIcUaad aba edltod by 
 Alex. OampbelL There la an old ballad, oaHed 
 Jock o' HeaOgrMm, from whl^ the poal hae bor- 
 rowed sereral llnee.] 
 
 " War weep ye bj the tide, lady*— 
 
 Why weep ye by the Ude ? 
 ru wed ye to my joangeM eon. 
 
 And ye shaU be hia bride; 
 And ye thaU be his bride, ladye, 
 
 Sae comely to be Men : " 
 Bat aye ahe loot the lean down Ik', 
 
 For Jock 0* Haiddean. . 
 
 4 •VewMlMavflfnKrttfbadM*. 
 And dry ttal dmak ae yala; 
 Tout FkMk !■ Chtaf of T 
 
 ▲ad leM «r iM^tay date) 
 Bk IMP li im In y«MM ha*. 
 
 «• A etela a* faM ya mO »at ii*. 
 
 Her hrmM la Mad yew hair, 
 Wee wawlad fcwad. mm mamami fcawk. 
 
 9i)f %uM 0* Cociym. 
 
 Tks laird «r OMkpaa. hem yraad aa' h«ra gnat} 
 Bk miad la m'ea «» vt' iha ihli^ 0^ iha Aalat 
 lakMpi 
 ••■Mk. 
 
 Bli ale «M vaal poaikHM, la fold at whan a 
 Hie vakioeal vw vkMa, Ui eaal It waa Mae t 
 He pat oa a riac a twaid, aad oaaTd hat- 
 And wha ooold Ntwa tM I«tfd arf a' lfeai> 
 

 1 
 
 SCOTTISH 
 
 SONGS. 23 
 
 
 He took the grey mare, and rade cannilie— i 
 And rapped at the jett o Claverse-ha' Lee; 
 "Gae tell mistress Jean to come speedily ben : 
 She's wanted to speak wi' the Laird o' Cockpen." 
 
 Where thyme and harebells grow— 
 Farewell, the hoary, haunted howe«, 
 O'erhung with birk and sloe. 
 
 
 Mistress Jean she was makin' the elder-flower 
 
 wine; 
 " And what brings the Laird at sic a like time ? " 
 She put aff her apron, and on her silk gown. 
 Her mutch wi' red ribbons, and gaed awa' down. 
 
 And when she cam' ben, he boued fu' low; 
 And what was his errand he soon let her know. 
 Amazed was the Laird when the lady said, Na, 
 And wi' a laigh curtsle she turned awa". 
 
 Dumfounder'd he was, but nae sigh did he gl'e; 
 
 He mounted his mare, and rade cannilie. 
 
 And aften he thought, as he gaed through the 
 
 glen, 
 "She's daft to refuse the Laird o' Cockpen." 
 
 And now that the Laird his exit had made. 
 Mistress Jean she reflected on what she had said; 
 ♦' Oh ! for ane I'll get better. It's waur I'll get ten - 
 I was daft to refuse the Laird o' Cockpen." 
 
 The mossy cave and mouldering tower 
 That skirt our native dell - 
 
 The martyr's grave, and lover's bower. 
 We bid a sad farewell. 
 
 Home of our love ! our fathers' home « 
 Land of the brave and free! 
 
 The sail is flapping on the foam 
 That bears us far from thee I 
 
 We seek a wild and distant shore. 
 Beyond the western main - 
 
 We leave thee to return no more. 
 Nor view thy cliflEs again • 
 
 
 Our native land-our native vale — 
 
 A long and last adieu ! 
 Farewell to bonny Teviotdale, 
 
 And Scotland's mountains bluel 
 
 
 Keist time that the Laird and the ladj were 
 
 seen. 
 They were gaun arm and arm to the kirk on the 
 
 l^aiti of img i^estt. 
 
 
 Now she sits in the ha' like a weel-tapplt hen. 
 But as yet there's nae chickens appear'd at Cock- 
 pen. 
 
 [Thi< la another effusion of Thomas PKnroi.B'i>, 
 on his leaving his native land. It is adapted to 
 
 the tune of "Logan Water."] 
 
 
 ^1)2 'Emi%mnV^ ^autodL 
 
 Maid of my heart -a long farewell ! 
 The bark is launch'd, the billows sweU, 
 And the vernal gales are blowing free, 
 To bear me far from love and thee! 
 
 
 [Written by the late Thomas Peinglb, in 
 1819, on his departure to Southern Africa- It first 
 appeared in the Harp of Caledonia, vol. iii., and 
 is adapted to the tune of " My guid Lord John."] 
 
 I hate Ambition's haughty name, 
 
 And the heartJess pride of Wealth and Fame; 
 
 Yet now I haste through Ocean's roar 
 
 To woo them on a distant shore. 
 
 
 Our native land-our native vale- 
 
 A long and last adieu ! 
 Farewell to bonny Teviotdale, 
 
 And Cheviot mountains blue. 
 
 Can pain or peril bring relief 
 To him who bears a darker grief? 
 Can absence calm this feverish thrill ? 
 —Ah, no 1— for thou wilt haunt me sillli 
 
 
 Farewell, ye hills of glorious deeds, 
 And streams renown'd in song - 
 
 Farewell, ye braes and blossom'd meads. 
 Our hearts have lov'd so long. 
 
 Thy artless grace, thy open truth. 
 Thy form that breathd of love and youth, 
 Thy voice by Nature fram'd to suit 
 The tone of Love's enchanted lute! 
 
 — 1 
 
24 
 
 SCOmSH 80K6& 
 
 1%7 dtaapllaff cketk aad d«ep4>hie eye, 
 Wberan - - 
 
 Thii (\«nm th> itT of loT> lo 
 EMk witdMrj of Mol Md 
 
 ComUn'd to ftmmo tho fiUsl ipeU- 
 
 That bloM-and teoke m7 taoMt-Fuwdl! 
 
 [Tint beMttftal wiiff b the prodwUoB of J«or 
 MATirs. Mithor of tho ** aUkr Gtta," "QtHvw.s 
 poem," &e. Mojbo vm » natlTO of DvmlHoi, 
 but ipent the earlj pMt of hk llfila Gtaopnr, 
 where he ■erred an « » p i ontlB M hl pMaoempoilior 
 QDder the odebnted pclnton^ FooBi. Ho oflot^ 
 ▼ardi ramoTod to London, and «•■ tong oom< 
 neotod then wtth the Star daOjr notnpapor. Bo 
 died on tho 14th Marsh, ISM. •'Locaa Bnto" 
 wae lint printod In tho Star nowipapor oa tho 
 Pd urn* iy«>» >n<> ^ IMtm BoiMlilod origlnnHy 
 of «i^ tho flnt two flaaiw, to vhkh, ladoad, 
 tho tone. In Mndm, it foooaaUf ttallod. Tho 
 foor a ddi t ional iianaae flnt appoaiod ta tho 
 Pocket Xnoyelopedia of Soap, pnhMahod atOlao- 
 gow in itM, and aio proteMy no! If UajM. 
 Tho toBO of "Lofan Walor," to vhkli fhli aad 
 tho two Mtovtef ooitfi wo iilann. to of oaa. 
 •idorahto aatltal^, and (bote* tho prodMHoa of 
 MajBO) oaod to bo mg lo wordi of b7 aoMUo 
 a wraimloai AanMtv, beglnnlac. 
 
 Ae aimmer niiht, on Lopui braca^ 
 
 1 help'd a burio on wf her daoe, 
 
 Firat wi' her itoeklnp, and une vt' hor dMoo. 
 &C.1 ^^ 
 
 *« Bv Logaa't ttroaaM thai iln MO dooB^ 
 Fu' aft wl' glee Fro herded dM«t 
 Herded sheep, orgaihoi'd ^btm, 
 wr mjr dear lad, on Lopa braoo. 
 But vae'e taj heart I thao &ajt are fane, 
 Andl, wf grief, may herd alano: 
 ^Mttle my dear lad mann fhoe hli fhci. 
 Far, Ikr fhM me an' Logan braei. 
 
 ** Nae matr at Logan klric will ho 
 Atween the preachioKi meet wi' me; 
 Meet wl' me, or when ifi mirk, 
 CoDToy me hame fine Logan kirk. 
 
 9 IvoolBHgrrfagtkMdayta 
 FTBO Uik an' ftir I oooM al 
 WhUo «7 dMT hMl MMB teeo hto tei^ 
 Dm, fltf tao »• as' Logan bnMl 
 
 **AteroB.«to«ihoHi 
 
 Whoro aft ho koft hto ti7« «r Ml 
 Ofoon'dlooolhaodi^agala, 
 My loTor ^nrtiblMi. an' ly ato ! 
 Bdov^ by fiftai^ iwoTd bj ftoi^ 
 We'd llTO in Mtoioa Lo«M bcMo." 
 
 AMlaglV «r floarioi otooop 
 
 8hJ0h0k**WhBftpVil] 
 
 What fito 11^ hoait MO Ai' o' oare ? 
 
 ** What MB I do bM voop aad ■ 
 I tar av M vtU MroriMan, 
 Hifarwlani to mm M y wao^ 
 Win aota OMM hoMO to Legaa 1 
 wr ilMl ho dMpTd h« la hto anM. 
 ▲ad MM, ** Fm fkoo ftoM varlii ' 
 I aow ha% •■a4pMr^d ar My flM^ 
 W«m hamy llfooa lepa bnoi.* 
 
 oUgnlHtfWyvwM, 
 ▲adiola>A iMr haadi wl' oao OMMoai, 
 wr oao OMooaft to «ad IhUr d^iW 
 
 Aa' Bro la bitoD oa Logaa braoo. 
 
 An' aov *o Map, ** thao day* aro gaai^ 
 
 Whoa 1 vr grtof did herd alaao. 
 
 Vte, te ftao MO aa' LogMi Imm." 
 
 CTaa MIowlag vocdo are by Jamm Tbomow, 
 anth e r of tho Bimobi. and they appear la tho 
 Orph oM C b lode al M m fcr baefc m IVU, aMaifced 
 to tht Mao of «« Legaa Wator.*J 
 
 Wm Of«, Foitaao^ vfH Ihoo pioto 
 Aa wawlMHag fco to koa^ 
 
 OoMo la bMwooB, tad bid ao part > 
 
i 
 
 
 SCOTTISH 
 
 BONGS. 25 
 
 
 Bid us Bigh on from day to day, ^ 0, wae upon you, men o" state, | 
 
 
 And wish, and wish -the soul away. 
 
 That brethren rouse to deadly hate! 
 
 
 Till youth and genial years are flown. 
 
 As ye make many a fond heart mourn. 
 
 
 And all the life of Ufe is gone. 
 
 Sae may it on your heads return » 
 How can your flinty hearta enjoy 
 
 
 But busy, busy, still art thou. 
 
 The widow's tears, the orphan's cry? 
 
 
 To bind the loveless joyless tow. 
 
 But soon may peace bring happy days. 
 
 
 The heart from pleasure to delude. 
 
 And Willie hame to Logan braes 1 
 
 
 And join the gentle to the rude. 
 
 
 
 For once, oh. Fortune, hear my prayer. 
 
 
 
 And I absolve thy future care; 
 
 
 
 AU other blessings I resign. 
 Make but the dear Amanda mine. 
 
 gailoic ani^ .^jbcplict^cjiji 
 
 
 
 [This appeared in one of the early Noctes Am- 
 
 
 ligHini muln. 
 
 brosianae of Blackwood's Magazine (the Royal 
 
 
 Number of 1822.) It is probably from the pen ol 
 
 
 Pkofhsmor Wilson.] 
 
 
 [Thk following are Bukks's words to the tune 
 
 
 
 of Logan "Water. They were written four years | 
 
 SAILOR. 
 
 
 after the appearance of Mayne's song, and sent to , 
 
 When lightning parts the thunder-cloud. 
 
 
 Thomson's coUection. Burns was ignorant of 
 
 That blackens all the sea. 
 
 
 Mayne's production at the time, but had heard the 
 
 And tempests sough through sail and shroud. 
 
 
 burden of it— 
 
 Ev'n then I'll think on thee, Mary. 
 
 
 While my dear lad maun face his faes. 
 
 
 
 Far, far frae me and Logan braes,— 
 
 SHEPHERDESS. 
 
 
 and adopted the lines as a fragment of an old song. ] 
 
 I wrap me in that keepsake plaid. 
 And lie down amang the snaw; 
 
 
 LooAN, sweetly didst thou glide. 
 
 While frozen are the tears I shed. 
 
 
 That day I was my WUlie's bride; 
 
 For him that's far awa'. Willie! 
 
 
 And years sinsyne ha'e ower us run. 
 
 
 
 Like Logan to the summer sun: 
 
 SAILOR. 
 
 
 But now thy flowery banks appear 
 
 We sail past monie a bonnie isle; 
 
 
 Like drumUe winter, dark and drear, 
 
 Wi' maids the shores are thrang; 
 
 
 WMle my dear lad maun face his faes. 
 
 Before my e'e there's but ae smile. 
 
 
 Far, far frae me and Logan braes. 
 
 Within my ear ae sang, Mary. 
 
 
 Again the merry month of May 
 
 BHEPHERDBSS. 
 
 
 Has made our hills and valleys gay; 
 
 In kirk, on every Sabbath-day 
 
 
 The birds rejoice in leafy bowers. 
 
 For ane on the great deep. 
 
 
 The bees hum round the breathing flowers: 
 
 Unto my God I humbly pray— 
 
 
 Blythe morning lifts his rosy eye. 
 
 And whUe I pray, I weep, Willie. 
 
 
 And evening tears are tears of joy: 
 
 
 
 My soul, delightless, a' surveys. 
 
 8AITX)R- 
 
 
 While Willie's far frae Logan braes. 
 
 The sands are bright wi' golden Bhells. 
 The groves wi' blossoms fair ; 
 
 
 Within yon milk-white hawthorn bush. 
 
 And I think upon the heather-beUs, 
 
 
 Amang her nestlings sits the thrush; 
 
 That deck thy glossy hair, Mary. 
 
 
 Her faithf u' mate wiU share her toil, 
 
 
 
 Or wi' his sang her cares beguile : 
 
 SHSPRSRDESS. 
 
 
 But I, wi' my sweet nurslings here. 
 
 I read thy letters sent from far. 
 
 
 Nae mate to help, nae mate to cheer. 
 
 And aft I Wss thy name. 
 
 
 Pass widow'd nights and joyless days, 
 
 And ask my Maker, frae the war 
 
 
 While WUlie's far frae Logan braes. ^ 
 
 . If ever thou'lt come hame, Willie. 
 V 
 
 
 1 ^ — ^ 1 
 
flOOmSH BOVO€» 
 
 Wlist thoogh yoor fluiMt'i kat be lows 
 AneMhthe gre«i hiU4ld« ? 
 
 The aUp tkat Wlllte Mlkln, blown 
 Like ebaffb7 wtnd Md tide, Mm7 ? 
 
 Oh ! weel I ken the nftncMn, 
 
 And a' the ateadfiMt land. 
 Are held, wl' ipecks like thee Mid mt. 
 
 In the hoUow of Ula hand, 1 
 
 He leee tliee dtting on the bfie. 
 Me hinging on the nuut; 
 
 And o'er u» baith, in dew or ipnj, 
 Hli ATlnc ahleld Is 0M(, Mmj. 
 
 ^j^atetoell to dfunetg. 
 
 [Tan !• the in«da««Mt of Iko Bmr. Dr. No»* 
 MAjr M AcuoB. flm, mlnKw «( CkiyboHwii, 
 afterwarda of Oampato, and bow of 81. ikimmbatt 
 choroh, Olaegow. It It rery p^mlar in Hm B||k* 
 landa. The Englidi of the ^onu ii " AilM ftBd 
 letujfo'J 
 
 EmicH agat ttaglBB, Oi 
 EirldiagiiitU«inB,OI 
 Elrleh agoi tloginn, O! 
 Farewell, Cuewell to Foaciy. 
 
 The wind is Cair, the day is ftae. 
 And fwlfUj, swinij rant tiM tteoi 
 The boat b floating oa tho ttde^ 
 That wafts me olT from FuiMiy. 
 
 A thoosand, thoosand tender ttei 
 
 Accept this day my plnlntlro right; 
 
 Hj heart within me almost diao 
 
 At thought of learing Fnnery. 
 
 £irloh,&c 
 
 With peiuiTe steps I're often strolTd, 
 Where Fingars casUe stood of old. 
 And llsten'd while the shepherds toU 
 The legend tales of Fanery. 
 
 Eirich.&e. 
 
 AidUbMl mydMttiwddld, 
 MyhmTttttfcyialhtfcolsKtimldsf 
 flhe«ldIrBt>im,01i! mmjltmt 
 Tboo sBlllBg sllll at Faaofy. 
 EMoh,te 
 
 O mosl I kaf» llMM happy MMMv- 
 8m, lh«y ipcaad Um liiplag ayii - 
 i,avaall«»piyB»- 
 
 BttavaO t# AdMry* 
 
 Blisk,4ML 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 27 
 
 iiona!^ (^©up^r. 
 
 [Thb tune called " Donald Conper" is very old; 
 and it can be traced back at least as far as the 
 middle of the 17th century. The following words 
 from Johnson's Musical Museum, Part iv., 1792, 
 appear a mere fragment.] 
 
 Hey, Donald, howe Donald, 
 
 Hey Donald Couper ! 
 He's gane awa' to seek a wife, 
 
 And he's come hame without her. 
 
 O Donald Couper and his man 
 Held to a Highland fair, man; 
 
 And a' to seek a bonnie lass - 
 But fient a ane was there, man. 
 
 At length he got a carlin gray. 
 And she's come hirplin' hame, man; 
 
 And she's fawn ower the buffet stool, 
 And brak' her rumple-bane, man. 
 
 [The first verse and chorus of this song are by 
 Tannahim-. The last Terse but one is by Mother- 
 well. The other stanzas are by Mr. Gibson, 
 teacher, Greenock. R. A. Smith, who possessed 
 Tannahill's fragment, set it to a Highland air, 
 which he took down from the voice of a country 
 girl in Arran.] 
 
 Tho' simmer smiles on bank and brae. 
 An' nature bids the heart be gay; 
 Yet a' the joys o' flow'ry May, 
 Wi' pleasure ne'er can move me. 
 
 Hey Donald! howe Donald! 
 Think upon your vow, Donald! 
 Mind the heathery knowe, Donald, 
 Whare ye vow'd to lo'e me. 
 
 When first ye olimb'd the heath'ry steep, 
 Wi' me to ^ear my father's sheep. 
 The vows ye made ye said ye'd keep. 
 The vows ye made to lo'e me. 
 Hey Donald, &c. 
 
 But love is but a weary dream. 
 Its joys are like the summer scene. 
 Whose beauty is the sunny beam. 
 That dazzles to deceive me. 
 Hey Donald, &c. 
 
 I downa look on bank or brae, 
 I downa greet where a' are gay; 
 But, oh ! my heart will break wi' n 
 Gin Donald cease to lo'e me. 
 Hey Donald, &c. 
 
 My father has a haddin braw. 
 His setting sun's just gaun to fa". 
 And Donald thou sail get it a'. 
 My Donald, gin ye'll loe me. 
 He; Donald, &c. 
 
 [This forms the evening song of Ramjiat's Gen- 
 tle Shepherd. The " waukin' o' the fauld " alludes 
 to the old pastoral practice of watching the sheep- 
 folds at night, during the weaning of the lambs, 
 on which occasions the shepherd was generally 
 favoured with the company of his sweetheart.] 
 
 M» Peggy is a young thing. 
 Just enter'd in her teens, 
 Fair as the day, and sweet aa May, 
 i'air as the day, and always gay: 
 My Peggy is a young thing. 
 And I'm nae very auld. 
 Yet weel I like to meet her at 
 The wauking o' the fauld. 
 
 My Peggy speaks sae sweetly 
 Whene'er we meet alane, 
 I wish nae mair to lay my care, 
 I wish nae mair o' a' that's rare: 
 My Peggy speaks sae sweetly. 
 
 To a' the lave I'm cauld; 
 
 But she gars a' my spirits glow 
 
 At wauking o' the fauld. 
 
 My Peggy smiles sae kindly 
 Whene'er I whisper love. 
 That I look down on a' the town. 
 That I look down upon a crown: 
 My Peggy smiles sae kindly. 
 
 It makes me blythe and banld. 
 And naethlng gi'es me sic delight. 
 As wauking o' the fauld. 
 
 My Peggy sings sae saftly. 
 
 When on my pipe I playj 
 By a' the rest it is confest. 
 By a' the rest that she sings best 
 
SC01TI8U eaaoB. 
 
 And In her Mogi it trald, 
 Wi' inDooenoe the w»l« o' eeni 
 Ai wMldiic o'the ftald. 
 
 [BoTR the words ftnd the beMittftil afr o ttM 
 Ewe-Boghte are of ondoaMad aatlqallj. Tkuj 
 are gJTen in the Oipheoi CMadonhw, n ihlkh a d to 
 inSt bat belong to a period eoMUarabltj «aill«. 
 Bamaar. In hia Tea-TaMe Mleeetlaay, naifti UM 
 ■ong with a Q, ilgnif jing that It wae an old Mac 
 with additloDi. BaniMj^ addltleni vwa mmtlj 
 a trifling rerbal alleratiwn or two.J 
 
 Witx 76 gae to the ewe-boghla, Marion, 
 And wear In the dieep wl' me? 
 
 The ean diinea eweet, my Marion* 
 2}«a nae half »e tweet aa thaa. 
 
 O, Marion's a bonnie laa. 
 And the bljthe blink '• in b« #•) 
 
 And tmin wad I marry Marlon, 
 Qin Marion wad many me. 
 
 TboeTs gewd In yow garien, Marko, 
 
 AndfUkonyowwhiUk 
 Fo' (Un wad I kto av Maitao, 
 
 AtereB.whenle 
 
 There'! braw ladi in 1 
 
 Wha gape, and ^owcr wl'tholrire» 
 At kirk when th«y teeay Marion. 
 
 But nana o' them loi'ee like ma. 
 
 rre nine milkFewee, my Marlon, 
 
 A oow and a brawny qaey : 
 111 gl'e them a' to my Marion, 
 
 Just on her bri«lal-daj. 
 
 And ye'se get a green aqy apron. 
 And waistcoat o' London broon; 
 
 And wow but ye'se be Tap^rln' 
 Whene'er ye gang to the toon. 
 
 rm young and stout. By Marion, 
 Kane danoee like me on the greent 
 
 And, gin ye fottake me, Marion, 
 I'll e'en gae draw up wi' Joan. 
 
 8Bin se io to tlie lMt%. 
 
 '"■"'" • wrtiMB ty Bbw 
 imttilaC 
 
 om I -« la aj Ti^ «4f jaanw wk«a 
 tog 9t wttm to «te Wm tmUm, 1 1 
 towHw teavdl «( a «Mr fM I lili 
 and hM aalMiV of tha aMrti o( Ik* 
 Toaa " ' 
 
 pIM^ vw, as ll^y au of vtoaa, iksir n 
 flMMM dM aoi ai rm M Iha taMiy af Ba 
 waidi la tka taaa a( ilM B«a>Bagteb tm a 
 
 waida adeplad thaai to Ida aaUacUsa. ) 
 
 Wru, ya ga •• tka Iadki» toy Maty, 
 
 Iha'afwafBbythahaaraaa toy Maty, 
 I ka'a Bvaca by tha Wavaaa la be traei 
 
 ▲ad aaa atoy Um haavaaa ftoHt Be, 
 WktoltMlMtoJV^l 
 
 O, pHiki toa y»» toltfe, tojr Mtoy. 
 
 iad pl^4 aM yaar Wy^Mla tead : 
 CVpUgto aM yoar tollh, toy Maiy, 
 
 ~ ' aIltoT«8oolto*i« 
 
 Wa ia'a pUgtoai aar toMk. toy Maiy, 
 
 la matoal aAallaa to Jato ) 
 And eas« ba ika aaato Oai skaU part I 
 
SCOTTISH SONG 3 
 
 [Therk is an old ballad called " Lizzy Lindsay," 
 of which some fi-agraents remain. The first verse 
 of the following words was written by Burns for 
 Johnson's Museum, to an old air, '"Will ye gang 
 wi' me, Lizzy Lindsay ? " which he communicated. 
 The present yersion is Bung to the tune of " The 
 Ewe-Bughts."J 
 
 Will ye gang wi' me, Lizzy Lindsay, 
 Will ye gang to the Highlands wi' me? 
 
 Will ye gang wi' me, Lizzy Lindsay, 
 My bride and my darling to be ? 
 
 To gang to the Highlands wi' you, sir, 
 
 I dinna ken how that may be; 
 For I ken nae the land that ye live in, 
 
 Nor ken I the lad I'm gaun wi'. 
 
 O Lizzy, lass, ye maun ken little, 
 
 If sae ye dinna ken me; 
 For my name is Lord Ronald MacDonald, 
 
 A chieftain o' high degree. 
 
 She haa kilted her coats o' green satin. 
 She has kilted them up to the knee. 
 
 And she's aflf wi' Lord Ronald MacDonald, 
 His bride and his darling to be. 
 
 [Thr -words of this song belong to about the 
 middle of the last century, but their author's 
 name has escaped being recorded. They are to 
 be found in a collection of songs, called The Char- 
 mer, published at Edinburgh in 1751, but whether 
 printed there for the first time cannot with cer- 
 tainty be said. The title to the song there given 
 is "The Druken Wife o' Gallowa'," which title it 
 bears in common with "Hooly and Fairly." The 
 air is supposed to bfe old.] 
 
 DouN in yon meadow a couple did tarry: 
 The gudewife she drank naething but sack and 
 canary; (sairly- 
 
 The gudeman complain'd to her friends richt 
 Oh, gin my -wife wad drink hooly and fairly ! 
 Hooly and fairly, hooly and fairly. 
 Oh, gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly i 
 
 29 
 
 (First she drank Crummie, and syne ibe dnmk 
 
 Gairie, 
 And syne she drank my bonnie gray marie. 
 That carried me through a' the dubi and the 
 
 glairie— 
 Oh, gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly ! 
 
 She drank her hose, she drank her shoon. 
 And syne she drank her bonnie new goun; 
 She drank her sark that cover'd her rarely - 
 Oh, gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly! 
 
 Wad she drink but her ain things, I wadna care. 
 But she drinks my claes that I canna weel spare; 
 When I'm wi' my gossips it angers me sairly - 
 Oh, gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly ! 
 
 My Sunday's coat she's laid it in wad. 
 And the best blue bonnet e'er was on my head; 
 At kirk or at mercat I'm cover'd but barely - 
 Oh, gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly! 
 
 My bonnie white mittens I wore on my hands. 
 Wi' her neibour's Mife she laid them in pawns; 
 My bane-headed staff that I looed sae dearly— 
 Oh, gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly ! 
 
 I never was for wranglin' nor strife. 
 Nor did I deny her the comforts o' life: 
 For when there's a war, I'm aye for a parley— 
 Oh, gin my wife wad drink hooly and laiily ! 
 
 When there's ony money she maun keep be 
 
 purse; 
 If I seek but a bawbee she'll scold and she'll curse; 
 She lives like a queen I butscrimpitandspaiely- 
 Oh, gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly I 
 
 A pint wi' her cummers I wad her allow ; 
 But when she sits down, oh, the jaud she geta ton, 
 And when she is fou she is unco camstarte - 
 Oh, gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly ! 
 
 When she comes to the street she roars and she 
 rants, [wants; 
 
 Has nae fear o' her neibours, nor minds the house 
 
 She rants up some fule-sang, like. Up your heart, 
 Charlie ! — 
 
 Oh, gin my -wite wad drink hooly and fairly ! 
 
 When she comes hame she lays on the l&ds, 
 1 he lasses she ca's balth bitches and Jauds, 
 And ca's mysell an auld cucklecarlle - 
 Oh, gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly ! 
 
30 
 
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 BOOmSB tOSOfll 
 
 4lvkkl«< 
 , IvteHIi 
 
 ▲ad fl»t BM a BtBHdtr. ltatt»«Mll OMlTl 
 O flB «7 wlfi v»A MBk ho^r Md Mli«7> 
 HeolrAndtUil7tA«- 
 
 
 Or iha ta Ik* I 
 
 WIM 4mA MSB •• «7 kMy ani Mrtr ? 
 
 Jlj* Wwlac Md MMdac and dlgM 
 
 WUIeIrilMldaaadaMfeilpil)iil«M«l7l I 
 
 O gte atr vtft wad fta« kMir a^ •>M7! 
 BeoDrtadMi47.*^ 
 
 To fUs* and la taMak aad pmiklap aad a-. 
 8lM gaap M« llglA-fenrtad and bodMt M« bfa« 
 It^ ilttPBi aad ■■■WH UM laa ■• I 
 
 bMV^f 
 
 O (la aj vlti «■« ip«d kMtr aad Mrtji 
 U— ty— dfcittjr,fca. 
 
 Xa Ikt ktrt He iiaiiil 
 
 Thad 
 
 OglB 
 
 ▲ad If ja plMBjr iMT, iMTiV* ilavn M* feMB! 
 TWtt totaii, Mt?a» aad aadfrtAtfllliv mtm 
 
 lalitr! 
 O gla ny vlfli «ad Mtta beolj aad Iktriy! 
 Uootj and fklrly. *e. 
 
 SBf'tf a' n^mn*. 
 
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 [Twaiamlwiiaidii^eritiiaM liBiril. 
 Pan •m «■ ka iMHd la Mbiv r««y ¥ MS. aa 
 
 oe lairsdariBC <to I 
 I of the vardi^ te|» I 
 
 d vt' h« eaamps, *a Mm la ter bad, 
 Tbe «ark a' aaglafllDM, tba bMM in ay^ad. 
 
 •aityt 
 
 O fla ay wtfH vad riai» llMtf aad Ibltty! 
 Booty aadftbly.te. 
 
 ▲ votdo'foode 
 
 il or pao* *im boar MM^ 
 
 ▲ad back la bli loolk bk ato lait lb* 
 
 larely! 
 O gin Bky wife wad fpeak booty and teMy I 
 Hoolj and fairly, to. 
 
 ▲adbovdayada? 
 
 ■M.ald.Mddli 
 W^rta'aoddta'. 
 
 ▲BAobaaaaaddta tool 
 WoTMara 
 
 ▲adbavdayatav? 
 
 ▲ ftale'iboborto^ 
 
 Btm'9 a' wT yoa, klaaMr» 
 ▲adbawdoyalbrtrt? 
 - ■ iba^jar 
 
 Win*a'aoddlB',lb 
 
 ▲latbaya'Jobaayo? 
 
 A! aiwaoiaa: 
 T«a 0^ ibaa van foMM 
 
 WboaJoba 
 w^iaa'i 
 

 
 SCOTTISH 
 
 SONGS. 31 
 
 
 Cats like milk, ^ ttt. I 
 
 
 And dogs like broo, 
 
 
 
 Lads like lasses weel. 
 
 [Vkrsbs to the same air -author unknown. 
 
 
 And lasses lads too. 
 
 The tune admits of considerable latitude m to the 
 
 
 We're a' noddin'. Sec. 
 
 measure of the line.] 
 
 Gude'kn to ye, kimmer. 
 And are ye alane ? 
 
 
 II. 
 
 0, come and see how blythe are we, 
 
 
 [VERSB3 furnished by Allan Cvvvmoaku to 
 
 For Jamie he's cam' hame. 
 
 
 Thoinsous Select Melodies of Scotland.j 
 
 And 0, but he's been lang awa'. 
 And 0, my heart was sair 
 
 
 Our gudewife 's awa'. 
 
 As I sobbed out a lang fareweel- 
 
 
 Now's the time to woo. 
 
 Maybe to meet nae mair. 
 
 
 For the lads like lasses. 
 
 Noo we're a' noddin', &c. 
 
 
 And the lasses lads too. 
 
 
 
 The moon 's beaming bright. 
 
 0, sair ha'e I fought. 
 
 
 And the gowan 's in dew. 
 
 Ear* and late did I toU, 
 
 
 And my love 's by my side. 
 
 My bairnies for to feed and cleed- 
 
 
 And we re a' happy now. 
 
 My comfort was their smile ; 
 
 
 And we're a' noddin'. 
 
 When I thocht on Jamie far awa'. 
 
 
 Nid, nid, noddin'. 
 
 An' o' his love sae fain. 
 
 
 And we're a' noddin'. 
 
 A bodin' thrill cam' through my heart 
 
 
 At our house at hame. 
 
 We'd maybe meet again. 
 Noo we're a' noddin', &c. 
 
 
 I have wale of loves,— 
 
 
 
 Nannie rich and fair. 
 
 When he knocket at the door. 
 
 
 Bessie brown and bonnie. 
 
 I thocht I kent the rap. 
 
 
 And Kate wi' curling hair ; 
 
 And little Katie cried. 
 
 
 And Bell young and proud, 
 
 "My daddie he's cam' back; 
 
 
 Wi' gold aboon her brow. 
 
 A stoun gaed through my anxious breart 
 
 
 But my Jean has twa e'en 
 
 As thochtfully I sat. 
 
 
 That glow-r me through and through. 
 
 I raise, I gazed, fell in his arms. 
 
 
 And we're a' noddin', &c. 
 
 And bursted out and grat. 
 Noo we're a' noddin', &c. 
 
 
 Sair she slights the lads. 
 
 
 
 Three lie like to dee. 
 
 
 
 Four in sorrow listed. 
 And five flew to the sea. 
 
 "ExWxz Punlar. 
 
 
 Nigh her chamber door 
 
 
 
 A' night they watch in dool, 
 
 [Wbitten by Burns. In 1789, for Johnaon't 
 
 
 Ae kind word frae my love 
 
 Museum, to a tune called Johnnie ifGiU, from 
 
 
 Would charm frae yule to yule. 
 
 the name of its composer, John M Gill, musldsn. 
 
 
 And we're a' noddin', &c. 
 
 Girvan, Ayrshire. According to other aooounta, 
 the tune is said to be Irish. ] 
 
 
 Our gudewife 's come hame. 
 
 
 
 Now mute maun I woo ; 
 
 0, WILT thou go wi' me. 
 
 
 My true love's bright glances 
 
 Sweet Tibbie Dunbar? 
 
 
 Shine a' the chamber through ; 
 
 0, wilt thou go wf me. 
 
 
 O, sweet is her voice. 
 
 Sweet Tibbie Dunbar? 
 
 
 When she sings at her wark. 
 
 Wilt thou ride on a horse. 
 
 
 Sweet the touch of her baud, 
 
 Or be drawn in a car. 
 
 
 And her vows in the dark. 
 
 Or walk by my side. 
 
 
 And we're a' noddin', &c. 
 
 sweet Tibbie Dunbar? 
 
 
32 
 
 BcxymsH sosca 
 
 I mn na thy daddie. 
 Hit landt and hit monej, 
 
 I cure na tb j kin 
 8m hlc)> uid MM kmllyi 
 
 Bat ne Omw wOt ba'e m* 
 
 Al kB* llttto loekOT: 7«^ aftAt • taitiahri 
 aMgr«M7«wplBMto rUeraartetaltoy*; 
 
 And eoma In Uij ooaMa, 
 SwwtTlMileDanlMtf! 
 
 (W«rrnDf by Hwcnm MMonn, to tt* MMM 
 tone M that of the abore, saaMly./tkiMl* JTMO, 
 and pabllthed In tli« rtztk tqIum if JtkBMtt^ 
 
 Comb under my ptekUe: tktnlgkrigMmlote'; 
 Come In frM the oaold bla«» tte ditfl» m4 the 
 
 Come under my plaldto,aDd ri*4owBk«ld«B«: 
 There* room int, deM* bMto, beltov* OM, fbr tva. 
 Come under my plaldte. and tit d««B b«ld« bm; 
 ni hap ye CM* er«7 caold btait ttet flan Mawt 
 OooM nnder B47 plaldto, and tit dovB bMlda M t 
 ThM^i iwrninX dear lairie. beltore OM. te iva. 
 
 GM'wawryoarpIaldt*! aald Donald. gM 'wa 
 I ftar na the flaald Matt, the drift, aer iha tDaw! 
 Gae'wawt'yearplaMle! m no tit b«M« ye t 
 TemldHbeaiyfalfllMr! «iM OwmM, «M *va. 
 rm laon to 
 
 He'd been at Me^e bridal, ta' trtC aad ft' hiwrl 
 Kane daneet tae Uehtly. ta* giaotfh'. or lMh47» 
 Hit cheeTe like the nev loee, hto htow^ lika Um 
 
 tnawt 
 
 Dear Marlon, let that flee ttMc tett to the wa' i 
 Toor Jock*! bat a fowk, and hae nafthlng avat 
 The haUl o' hit pack he hat now on hit baek; 
 He'i threuy, and I am bat three teora and tw^ 
 Be Crank now and kindly- ni boak ye aye flnetyj 
 To kirk or to market there'll few gan( ta* beaw; 
 A bein boote to bide in, a chatte for to ride in. 
 And flunkiet to 'tend ye at aA a« ye ea'. 
 
 My father aye tauld me, my mother and a', 
 Te'd mak' a gade husband, and keq> me aye braw; 
 It's tnie, I lo'e Johnnie; he't yoanc and he't 
 
 bonnie : 
 Hot, wae'a me ! I ken he hat naethlns ava ! 
 
 Whare Joteato v« MMlB* a»« lMBi« h« MO a' t 
 TWda y aea p pe to to d l-fcHpr— dheanltdaatod. 
 And tiraek 'gataii kh Ma, ae tf tanite' la twa. 
 
 Thahoiriet wao • 
 WadaMn7MMJilck,tfW«lBM»a 
 
 iV^tiAv. 
 
 0,ttedtfktelkalMMl « 
 TiMgrllllodowavraaM MB aril 
 TIM kaffl o* iMr »afria«o Itfowd and a «nliftt 
 Plata loTO M *• OHUdaM bMM BOW ihift eaa Uav. 
 Aold diluda bo wary t Mk' teat wh* yea BMiry ) 
 Tmu« wl««, wr iMr MMfeMb ifeern «M» m4 
 
 dMvUoa*. 
 m Umj mm wr «M Xoknto Ihai'k ymtkti^ 
 
 Aad UmjTU (1% ye honM OB Ilk b 
 
 Zit lobf Ifi liM of labfrftfM. 
 
 (TBBini MvllBMflf flkliM«at«oM. Iko 
 • added by BvBM^ bbA yafcUAed.ta 
 
 A waafti' day M WM to »o( 
 ror tkor* I MM aty teiber dav. 
 My fcUwr dear aad biMkw tl 
 
 ftmWMr^^i 
 
 ABdbjil 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 33 
 
 Now, \eae to thee, thou cruel lord! 
 
 A bluidy man I trow thou he ; 
 For raonj a heart thou hast made salr, 
 
 That ue'er did wrang to thine or thee. 
 
 [Written by Allan Cunningham, and first 
 published in Cromek's llemains of Nithsdale and 
 Galloway Song.] 
 
 There liv'd a lass in Inverness, 
 
 She was the pride of a' the town, 
 She was blythe as a lark on the flower-tap, 
 
 When frae the nest it's newly flown. 
 At kirk she wan the auld folks' luve. 
 
 At dance she wan the ladses' een ; 
 She was the blythest aye o' the blythe, 
 
 At wooster-trystes or Halloween. 
 
 As I came in by Inverness, 
 The simmer-sun was sinking down, 
 
 there I saw the weel-faur'd lass. 
 
 And she was greeting through the town. 
 The gray-hair'd men were a' i' the streets. 
 
 And auld dames crying, (sad to see!) 
 "The flower o' the lads o' Inverness 
 
 Lie bluidie on Oulloden-lee!" 
 
 She tore her haffet-links of gowd, 
 
 And dighted aye her comely ee ; 
 "My father lies at bluidie Carlisle, 
 
 At Preston sleep my brethren three! 
 
 1 ihought my heart could haud nae niair, 
 Mae tears could never blin' my ee; 
 
 But the fa' o' ane has burst my heart, 
 A dearer ane there ne'er could be! 
 
 " He trysted me o' luve yestreen. 
 
 Of love-tokens he gave me three ; 
 But he's faulded i' the arms o' gory weir, 
 
 O ne'er again to think o' me! 
 The forest-flowers shall be my bed. 
 
 My food shall be the wild-berrie. 
 The fa' o' the leaf shall co'er me cauld, 
 
 And wauken'd again I wlnna be. 
 
 weep, O M'eep.ye Scottish dames, 
 
 Weep till ye blin' a mither's ee; 
 Nae reeking ha' in fifty miles, 
 
 But naked corses sad to see. 
 
 e O spring is blytherome to the year, 
 
 Trees sprout, flowen spring, and birds ulnt hie; 
 But oh ! what spring can raise them up. 
 Whose bluidie weir has sealed the eo ? 
 
 The hand of God hung heavie here. 
 
 And lightly touch 'd foul tyrannic! 
 It strake the righteous to the ground, 
 
 And lifted the destroyer hie. 
 But there's a day, quo' my God in prayer, 
 
 Whan righteousness shall bear the gree ; 
 I'll rake the wicked low i' the dust 
 
 And wauken, in bliss, the gude man's ee! 
 
 i^^aiUe 1jc*0 TO2 tailing. 
 
 [Of this popular Jacobite song there are differ- 
 ent versions. The following are the words which 
 appear in Johnson's Museum, under the super- 
 intendence of Burns. In connection with the 
 lASt stanza of this song. Sir William (iell relates 
 an affecting anecdote of Sir Walter Scott. Sir 
 William had the honour of acting aa cicerone to 
 Sir Walter during his last illness, when on bis 
 visit to Naples and on one occasion, when they 
 were toiling over a rugged pathway in the vicinity 
 of Mount Vesuvius, Sir Walter was obaerred to 
 be muttering some verses. Sir William listened, 
 wondering what might be passing iu his com- 
 panion's mind, while treading a spot so rich in 
 classical associations. But he soon found that 
 tlie dying poet's heart was not iu Italy, but was 
 reverting, even there, to the scenes of his native 
 land; for the words he caught him repeating 
 were the close of the present song- 
 
 " It's up yon heathery mounUiin, 
 And down yon scroggy glen. 
 
 We daurna gang a-milking, 
 For Charlie and his men." i 
 
 'TwA*? on a Monday morning, 
 
 Rlcht early in the year, 
 That Charlie cam' to our toun. 
 
 The young Chevalier. 
 
 And Charlie he's my darling, 
 My darling, my darling; 
 
 CharUe he's my darling. 
 The young Chevalier. 
 
34 
 
 SCOTTISH 80X001 
 
 As he WM wslkinf op Uie Mreci, 
 
 Tbe city for to r\tw, 
 O there he ipled » bonoie iam. 
 
 The irindow looking throofh. 
 
 See light's he jumped np the MUr. 
 
 And till d at the pin; 
 And irh» we read/ m henel' 
 
 To let the laddie In ! 
 
 Be tec his Jenny on 1^ knee. 
 All In hi* Hishlaad divat 
 
 For brawlj weel he kMWtd tiM vaj 
 To pleaee a boonte iam. 
 
 It's np yon I 
 
 And down yoa mnuT^t^* 
 We daoma sanf a-wHIMm, 
 
 For ChaiUe aadlik MB. 
 
 It^toom of ^oiDt)f nlinoM. 
 
 riBia fine old melody called *TI» 1 
 Cowdenknows ** it of (reat aattqator* 
 
 known to h«Te tx' ' ' 
 
 of the crowni of E 
 
 G«y adopted it la hto Benar^ OpamCti 
 
 in 17S8), for r ' - - - - — 
 
 waa oclglBally railed an tart, trlik Um « 
 of the ehoHM, vkkk na tkw : 
 
 O, the hrooM, iht bonale, taula teM«, 
 The broom of the OowdMikMva. 
 
 I wiih I ware at huM i^Oa, 
 Milking my dadd/e awM. 
 The two wu of Tense here gtven ara both tnm 
 the TeapTable Misodlaay pnbllskad by Fiwaj 
 The aatbor of the first asd mm papalar Ml Is 
 anknown, but it is snliadtibad vUk tte laittah 
 8. R. The author of th« Meead asi la Bosotr 
 CiiAwroRD, second son of PairMc OViawlbsd af 
 Drumsoy. "Cowdenknows" is aridcydtatttalte 
 Laaderdale, Berwickshire, onoe O TST g rew B vUk 
 tall and luxuriant broom, but now sabjeolad lo the 
 plough.] 
 
 (nasT sxT.] 
 
 How biythe ilk mom was I to see 
 
 My swain come o'er the bill! 
 He aktpt the bum, and flew to me, 
 
 I met him wi' good will. ' 
 
 0,ikeb 
 
 TkahMHaarikaO 
 IvkfelwMavrayd 
 
 Ha iMhard te «y Aaap Ml B^M, 
 
 And fliMaf'd ■••**• d«f. 
 0,itektMS.A» 
 
 Ba iBMi Mi ||M tad Nti ■• •MM, 
 Tka fetoda siadi UMTBl^ k^i 
 
 ■v*B ika didl aanta sMad Md pMd. 
 ClMai'd «r kit adodr. 
 0.tf - 
 
 White tiMi w« spaai aw tiMa ly « 
 BMvIxt e«r tads aal pity, 
 
 iMvtad Ml ika MraM dMM^^^ 
 na«^ #flr aa tisfe Md ny. ^ 
 

 
 SCOTTISH 
 
 SONGS. 35 
 
 
 But my loved song is then the broom ^ Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, | 
 
 
 So fair on Cowdeuknows; 
 
 And the rocks melt wi' the luu; 
 
 
 For sure, so sweet, so soft a bloom. 
 
 I will love thee still, my dear. 
 
 
 Elsewhere there neyer grows. 
 
 WhUe the sands o' life shaU run. 
 
 
 There Colin tuned his oaten reed, 
 
 And fare thee weel, my only luve. 
 
 
 And won my yielding heart ; 
 
 And fare thee weel a while 1 
 
 
 No shepherd eer that dwelt on Tweed, 
 
 And I will come again, my luve, 
 
 1 
 
 Could play with half such art. 
 
 Though it were ten thousand mile. 
 
 
 He sung of Tay, of Forth, and Clyde, 
 
 
 
 The hills and dales all round, 
 
 
 
 Of Leader-haufehs, and Leader-side, 
 
 
 
 Oh ! how I bless'd the sound. 
 
 HoSsj ^oton P tit l^iume. 
 
 
 Yet more delightful is the broom 
 
 
 
 So fair on Cowdenknows, 
 
 [Thb tune of "Low down in the Brume," or 
 
 
 For sure, so fresh, so bright a bloom. 
 
 something very like it, is often given to the song 
 
 
 Elsewhere there neyer grows. 
 
 above quoted, " A red, red Rose." The words of 
 the present song are ascribed to James Cabkboib, 
 
 
 Not TiTiot braes, so green and gay. 
 
 Esq. of Baluamoon, near Brechin. They can be 
 
 
 May with this broom compare; 
 
 traced as far back as to a collection published at 
 
 
 Not Yarrow banks in flowery May, 
 
 Edinburgh in 1765, caUed " The Lark.' J 
 
 
 Nor the bush aboon Traquair. 
 
 My daddie is a cankert carte. 
 
 
 More pleasing far are Cowdenkno^-s, 
 
 He'll no twine wi' his gear; 
 
 
 My peaceful happy home. 
 
 My minuie she's a scauldin' wife. 
 
 
 Where I was wont to milk my ewes. 
 
 Hands a' the house asteer. 
 
 
 At e'en amang the broom. 
 
 But let them say, or let them do. 
 It's a' ane to me. 
 
 
 Ye powers that haunt the woods and plains 
 
 For he's low doun, he's In the brume, 
 
 
 Where Tweed and Tiviot flows. 
 
 That's waitin' on me : 
 
 
 Convey me to the best of swains. 
 
 Waiting on me, my love. 
 
 
 And my loved Cowdenknows. 
 
 He's waiting on me: 
 For he's low doun, he's In the brume. 
 
 
 
 That's waitin' on me. 
 
 
 ^ re^, xt^ mm. 
 
 My auntie Kate sits at her wheel. 
 
 And sair she lightlies me; 
 But weel ken I it's a' envy. 
 
 
 [Writtbn by Burns for Johnson's Museum. 
 
 For ne'er a joe has she. 
 
 
 Burns says, "The tune of this song is in Neil 
 
 But let them say, &c. 
 
 
 Gow's first collection, and is there called Major 
 
 
 
 
 My cousin Kate was sair beguiled 
 Wi' Johnnie 0' the Glen; 
 
 
 0, MY hive's like a red, red rose. 
 
 And aye sinsyne she cries. Beware 
 
 
 That's newly sprung in June; 
 
 0* fause deluding men. 
 
 
 0, my luve's like the melodie. 
 
 But let them say, &c. 
 
 
 That's sweetly play'd in tune. 
 
 Gleed Sandy he cam' wast yertreen, 
 
 
 As fair art thou, my bonnie lass. 
 
 And speir-d when I saw Pate ; 
 
 
 Sae deep in love am I; 
 
 And aye sinsyne the neebora round 
 
 
 And I will love thee stiU, my dear. 
 
 They Jeer me air and late. 
 
 
 Till a' the seas gang diy. ^ 
 1 — 1 
 
 . But let them say. Ac 
 
 
 
36 
 
 BOOmSH 9056& 
 
 A 
 
 [J Aim TROMaoH, Mttk«r of ** TlM 
 
 Tnx me, than mil of bcr I Iot«^ 
 Ab! (dlDewhltkcrarttkMl0<i 
 
 To wtaM dcUgktftil wotM •hon. 
 Appointed for ite happy 4«id? 
 
 Or doH Umq frM at imadoa NMB, 
 
 And MmcliiMi akara ikj Uiwrn^ wm: 
 Wluro, void of the*. Mi dMMriMi IMMC 
 
 Cta noir, alat ! no oomftxt kaov? 
 
 Oh! Ifthoahoref^rMndnywalk; 
 
 While niMlor tTM7 v«U kMwa ma, 
 I(o thy tenoj'd Aadaw talk, 
 
 Asd aToiy toar to fhU of tkM) 
 
 Shoold thMlte v«i7 fj* or ffK 
 Bealda MM ^yapadMila aiNaa, 
 
 In ■tumbar find a ahoit rdtaC 
 Ob Tiftt tho« «y aoothlac dNMk 
 
 a^ Hi iDf ats tiller. 
 
 Wha wad Toatua nn IMT. 
 
 That hadna |o» tha alUcr > 
 
 SbiTa ataleiy. ptoad, and tkj. 
 
 Batyotbordl«attl<grt 
 Wad gmt« at tha BMNM^. 
 OthowMuyatlkrJ 
 
 You'd think her heart vaa oal 
 And nerer garea Batter, 
 
 But toaeh it with the fold, 
 T wad melt like tunmer hi 
 OtbewearyriUer,^ 
 
 G a'e tak ' her for a wtlii^ 
 
 8ha'U wink at onie t "' 
 And caddie yon throosh life, 
 
 bae laof^ you keep yoor nuUlinf. 
 U the weaiy liller, dM. 
 
 And foetaae aeak la aim y% 
 It^ ifeaa y«ni aae harilgk^ 
 
 And tha Levd ha'a MV9Mn> 
 O the weary rtttari 
 Othewaa^tflMl 
 Whawad f la m mfcar, 
 IhMt iMdM fM ika Mtar ? 
 
 fAip-LADia Hew palauj ftrtkeam 
 Lir, -Th* heaalMlMi la a' the waitd." ] 
 
 Tna «vaBlacMa haa deaad the di^, 
 AM*il1nii<iHie»hmaa'plifct 
 
 The yaOMP aNMili ea her wv 
 wr at hmmmtmmmtjm^m. 
 
 Thehaypyi 
 WhaahfMtf 
 niMaimylvv^ 
 
 When KeldM* «lB«i IHT «vvy I 
 
 liy birtaa iNa Mf Maealv itan 
 oriefa «■' hllM we IMrfly draaa. 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 37 
 
 IFrom a small volume of "Scottiflh Songs, by Ai-exandkr Humk," published at London in 1835.- 
 Air, " The Posie."J 
 
 Eliza was a bonnie lass, an' O, she lo'ed me weel ;— 
 Sic love as canna find a tongue, but only hearts can feel; 
 But I was poor, her father doure ; he wadna look on me - 
 Oh, poverty! oh, poverty ! that love should bow to thee. 
 
 I went unto her mother ; an' I argued, an' I fleeched : 
 I spak' o' love an' honesty, an' mair an' mair beseech'd. 
 But she was deaf to a' my grief, she wadna look on me— 
 Oh, poverty ! oh, poverty! that love should bow to thee. 
 
 I neist went to her brother, an' I told him a' my pain : 
 Oh, ho was wae, he tried to say, but it was a' in vain 
 Though he was weel in love himsel', nae feeling he'd for me— 
 Oh, poverty ! oh, poverty ! that love should bow to thee. 
 
 Oh, wealth, it makes the fool a sage, the knave an honest manj 
 An' cankered grey locks young again, gin he ha'e gear an' Ian'; 
 To age maun beauty ope her arms, though wi' a tearfu' ee — 
 Oh, poverty ! oh, poverty ! that love should bow to thee. 
 
 But wait a wee, O love is slee, and winna be said nay; 
 It breaks a' chains except its ain, but it maun ha'e its way; 
 Auld age was blind, the priest was kind -now happy as can be; 
 Oh, poverty ! oh, poverty 1 we're wed in spite o* thee. 
 
 fM2 ^tmf* 
 
 [Alex. Hume.- Air, "The Posie." This song, set to a beautiful air, was published in "The 
 Monthly Repository" for May, 1834.J 
 
 My Bessie, O, but look upon these bonnie budding flowers, 
 O, do na they remember thee o' childhood's hap[ y hours. 
 When we upon this very hill sae aft did row an' play. 
 An' thou wert like the morning sun, an' life a nichUess day. 
 
 The gowans -they were bonnie - how I'd pu' them from the stem. 
 
 An' rin in noisy blythesomeness to thee, my Bess, wi' them. 
 
 An' place them in thy white, white breast; for which thoudstsmUe on me.- 
 
 I saw nae mair the gowans then -then saw I only thee. 
 
 Like twa fair roses on a tree, we flourish'd an' we grew; 
 An' as we grew our loves grew too, for feeling was their dew. 
 How . ft thou'dst thraw thy wee bit arms in love about my neck, 
 An' breathe young vows, that after jeai-s o' sorrow ha'e na brak. 
 
38 
 
 BOOTTIBU B02fG& 
 
 We'd ntoe oor Ilaplnf toIom ta anld OoiUli aMlUaf hkya. 
 An' dncUua Marfta' ule »boat Doo^ biBSte bMki »b' feiM 
 Bat thoehl DA we 0^ bank! an' biiMi^ ociik liM at o«r fM« 
 Like 7on wee bird, we »DC ow Mac 7M tea* M thtt tvw r 
 
 O, U n» this a Jojoui daj ? kind 1 
 In sUdneH an' in loTelineM, owiw »' w* wiww vs 
 The lintiee, thej an UUln« lore oo Ukata* W « 
 O miv de Jogrt be effw fdi, my Bm, ^ ifcM Ml' ■ 
 
 Vonnie Sg^if laiig. 
 
 rJAifMMacDoifAt&-BOTtflnlpctaMi. IfMltly Mr-MMifftppa 
 
 Oh en we part, vy baul taaft M«, t» Alt •• banlt aafc 
 ▲boalmy aln iweei lady-leve, mj daittag Aflle Kaaci 
 It li na tka» her eheeki are nke llM UeMrtiff teMik leiih 
 It ii na that her braw li wme ae eialalea AlplBe M«v% 
 It to aa that her leeki an Maek ae e«j mvMi^i wtafr 
 Her tot hw ee «* wiulnf lie*, thai MM aa tMi^ ilat. 
 
 (yBaMaale>ra,aBr 
 
 ThooghMAlhenofer 
 
 The eaiellliw e^ jeTOTe bMi < Mm 
 
 rdtathM-heara 
 
 Por weel I ken her heart to Blae,- the 
 
 I preaed her ntlkwhlto hua' ta mine - rfM aaflM ae a 
 Bat ah ! ftae me, b«r tale o' lore, thto world HMMuaa wuew 
 
 I WW the rflTer 11^ C heavw ftr oa her boBide brav, 
 
 ▲n' fitter OB the htaaer Make «fea her dMTiy mea't 
 
 I Mw the Nlj meewbinie Meal the redaem e^ the teae. 
 
 An' Bleep npon her downy cheek ta beaatiftal repeea.— 
 
 The moon roee M(h, the iMHa laod by , bat aye dM aiflai aa ai^ 
 
 An' what the wadaa breathe ta werda ehe laaU to wl' her «a. 
 
 I're aat within a pa la ee hall aatfd the paad aa' lay, 
 
 rre liMen'd to the earalTal o^ merry Mr* ta May. 
 
 Ire been in Joyooa eompaalca-the wala •* atfrth aa' glee. 
 
 An* danced In natare^i fhlty bowen by ■ 
 
 But nerer haa thie heart o' mine oareet'd tap 
 
 As In that moonlit glen an' bower, wt' A^le bf a^y aMek 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. gg 
 
 [Jambs MuRRAv.-Here first printed. -Tune, "Katy TjreU."] 
 
 On the green banks of Neidpath, whilst pensively roaming. 
 
 To mark the dull shadows that creep o'er the plain, 
 I count the lang hours, and I sigh for the gloaming. 
 
 For then I shall meet with my Anna again. 
 I'll watch when the swain to his cottage is wending, 
 
 I'll watch when the bird gangs to sleep on the tree, 
 I'll watch when the shadows of eve are descending. 
 
 And then, dearest Anna, I'll hasten to thee. 
 
 'Twas lang ere I tauld, though I loved her so dearly, 
 
 'Twas lang ere I ventured my lassie to woo, 
 'Twas lang ere my heart felt she loved so sincerely. 
 
 But sighs reveal secrets of love that is true. 
 And dark cares may gather- but care shanna fear me; 
 
 The storms of misfortune undaunted I'll see. 
 I'll smile when they frown, for if Anna be near me, 
 
 They'U cease 'neath the light of her love-beaming ee. 
 
 [Jahes MuRRAY.-Here first printed.— Tune, " The brier bush."] 
 
 O, WEARY fa' that little fairie, our Isabell— 
 
 O, plague be on that wilfu' fairie, our Isabell; 
 
 For although we like the lassie weel and that she kens hersel'— 
 
 Yet ower the border, right or wrang, will our Isabell. 
 
 O, we'll seldom get a sang at e'en, and scarce a tune ava, 
 6ae we may sit and hing our lugs when she gangs awa' ; 
 For little Bessie winna croon, and Johnnie scarcely craw. 
 They'll be sao dowf and dowie soon when she gangs awa'. 
 
 The sky that smiles sae fair at mom, ere night may be o'ercast; 
 Sae our dearest pleasures fade away, and downa langer last; 
 And it ser's us nought to sit and fret, whatever may befrf— 
 But, guidsake, wha wad e'er ha'e thought o' her gaun awa\ 
 
 O, we've canker'd folk and canny folk In our house at hame, 
 And some that scarce dow bide a joke in our house at hame; 
 And we'd ower the border ane and a', if ever we heard tell 
 That ony birkie daur'd to gloom at our Isabell. 
 
 O, weary fa' that little fairie, our Isabell - 
 
 O, plague be on that wllfu' fairie, our Isabell; 
 
 For although we like the gipsle malr than ony tongue can tell. 
 
 Yet, ower the border, right or wrang, will our Isabell. 
 
40 
 
 S001T18H 8050a 
 
 '^iext &)a$ a lajijs. 
 
 [TRn song, which it remarkable for ita bean^j 
 and ballad-like (implicit/. Bvntn vroie lo tbe 
 tune of " Bonnie Jean," andwntittoThonapo for 
 hia oollection. Thoroaon inMit«d II, bat adapMd 
 it to Um tone of " WiUie mt a vaoton wtf." 
 The heroine waa iilm Jean Maeorardo (alUr- 
 irardt Mrs. Crawford), eldeaC daughter of Jeka 
 Maemardo, Keq. of Drumlaa>1(. **I hart aoC 
 painted her," nji the poet, "tn Ik* nak whiak 
 she holds in life, but in the dreaiMidihMMMror 
 aootttcer.] 
 
 THRim wns a la«, and ste wm Mi^ 
 
 At kirk and markel to b« ama. 
 When a' the fklrtat maid* wen mt». 
 
 The faireM matd was boaato Jma. 
 
 And aye she wroogkl Imt ■■■■liTa walk, 
 
 Andayeeheianc — wiHH; 
 The bUtbeM blid apM tka bMk 
 
 Had M^er a Hgklw kMM IkM *«. 
 
 But hawka wfU rob Om iMdv jofi 
 That biMi tbt ttttto Hatvkllt^ B«l I 
 
 And froet wiU bUgbt lk« tetoM Bovm. 
 And lore wlU bnak i 
 
 Tb« MB vaa rfaklAf la tk* w«i, 
 
 n« kMa a^ vwMt ta Uka gnvi 
 Hit flkMk •• ks** ka toad Ij »rs«i. 
 
 OJ«aatobtr,II«r«ik*e 
 0«aa«ikMtkiaki« 
 
 Orwtlllka«kav«tkj 
 ▲ad kara !• i«ai Om 
 
 \'onnc BobI* wm Ik* bcawMl lad. 
 
 The floww aad prtda of a' tbv itai^ 
 And ke had owMB, ikMp, aad k|% 
 
 Ue gaed wf Jeaato to tka taTMa^ 
 Ue danc'd wl' Jeaaie oo Ik* d««ai 
 
 And lang ere wlUeM JeaaSa wiM, 
 Her heart wai tin^ k«r paaaa waa Mova. 
 
 As in the boeom o' tka mtmn. 
 The moonbeam dwalla at dewy a'aat 
 
 So tremblinf , para, waa tander lora. 
 Within the br«a« o' boaak Jeaa. 
 
 And now she worka ker naauale^ «arl^ 
 And aye she atgha wl' car* aad palat 
 
 Yet wisfna what her aU migkt ba. 
 Or what wad mak' her weel agala. 
 
 Bat did na Jeanie's heart loop light. 
 And did najoj blink in herea. 
 
 As Roliie tauld a tale o' lore, 
 Ae e'enin' on the Illy lea/ 
 
 Bkakaiaaawttlioiarkkaaat 
 Al ki«lk ika Uaak'd a ••art aaaaaal, 
 Aad tort waa 9jm kalvaaa ikaai iw 
 
 (Taa mmm ta It a wg ^i TMa^lkkla Mhaal- 
 laay.kMlifnkabtraraldardaM. Tka iaa« •! 
 " My )• Jaaai- la la aaM aM I 
 •*TkaKaakl^atoia*| 
 
 Wkaa y« aasa Iv ika 1 asB, ikaa. 
 Far tka tof« ya bear la »a, 
 BvyaaakaakUri 
 
 4aa«^Jaaafti 
 Tkan yaall aaa yaar kaaato art'. 
 MyjoJ 
 
 Wkattflikla.alr? 
 Ikaa a aiy kla wlU «f aad ew«ar 
 
 1 droaaM ayaar fttr aia. sir. 
 Hand Ika kaiiar Iv Um boMb 
 
 Jaaai, Jaaal) 
 flMd Ika banar ^ Um bn% 
 MjJoJ 
 
 Cadailr, tvyaar 
 
 Wot Ik* tova j« baar K 
 BayaaaplMrara' 
 
--. .... -- ■ -. 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. .j 
 
 Clout the auld the new are dear, ^ Sad will I be so bereft. 
 
 Jauet, Janet; 
 
 Nancie, Nancie; 
 
 Ae pair may gain je hauf a year. 
 
 Yet I'll try to make a shift, 
 
 Mj jo Jauet. 
 
 My spouse Nancie. 
 
 But, what if, dancin' on the green, 
 
 My poor heart then break it most. 
 
 And skippin' lilce a maukin. 
 
 My last hour I'm near it ; 
 
 They should see my clouted sheen, 
 
 When you lay me in the dust, 
 
 Of me they will be taukin'. 
 
 Think- think how you will bear K. 
 
 Dance aye laigh, and late at e'en. 
 
 I will hope and trust in Heaven, 
 
 Janet, Janet; 
 
 Nancie, Nancie, 
 
 Syne a' their fauts wiU no be seen. 
 
 Strength to bear it will be given. 
 
 My jo Janet. 
 
 Aiy spouse Nancie. 
 
 Kind sir, for your courtesie. 
 
 Well, sir, from the silent dead. 
 
 When ye gae to the cross, then. 
 
 Still I'll try to daunt you ; 
 
 For the love ye bear to me. 
 
 Ever round your midnight bed 
 
 Buy me a pacin' horse, then. 
 
 Horrid sprites shall haunt }'ou. 
 
 Pace upon your spiunin' wheel. 
 
 I'll wed another like my dear 
 
 Janet, Janet ; 
 
 Nancie, Nancie ; 
 
 Pace upon your spinnin' wheel. 
 
 Then all hell will fly for fear. 
 
 jMy jo Janet. 
 
 My spouse Nancie ! 
 
 My spinnin' wheel is auld and stiff, 
 
 
 The rock o't winna stand, sir; 
 
 
 To keep the temper-pin in tiff 
 Employs richt aft my hand, sir. 
 
 Ecii^on'^ l&onnie fcoo^^. 
 
 Mak' the best o't that ye can. 
 
 
 Janet, Janet; 
 
 [Writtkn by Robert Tannahiu,, and set to 
 
 But like it never wale a man, 
 
 music by R. A. Smith. Loudon castle, in Ayr- 
 
 My jo Janet. 
 
 shire, with its luxuriant woods, is the locaUiy 
 
 
 
 
 in the present century, in 1805 or somewhat later. 
 
 
 when the earl of Moira, afterwards marquis of 
 
 
 Hastings, was commander-in-chief of the forces In 
 
 JiEg ^f-umt, KaMi^. 
 
 Scotland, and universal preparations were mak- 
 ing for active service abroad. His lordship was 
 
 
 married in 1804 lo Flora Muir CampbeU, in her 
 
 [Written by Burns for Thomson's collection. 
 
 own right. Countess of Loudon - and the song It 
 
 to the tune of " AJy jo Janet."J 
 
 supposed to depict the parting of the soldier and 
 
 
 his young bride. Nothing could exceed its popu- 
 
 Husband, husband, cease your strife, 
 
 larity during many years of the war, and it is siUl 
 
 Nor longer idly rave, sir . 
 
 a favourite. In 1816, whUe Governor-General of 
 
 Though I am your wedded vrtfe. 
 
 India, the earl of Moira was created marquis of 
 
 Yet I'm not your slave, sir. 
 
 Hastings: he returned to England In 1822 or 2S. 
 
 One of two must stiU obey. 
 
 and visited Loudon castle, but died at Malta In 
 
 Nancie, Nancie ; 
 
 1824, of which place he had been appointed gover- 
 
 Is it man or woman, say. 
 
 nor. The late unfortunate Flora Hastings was 
 
 My spouse I^aucie ? 
 
 daughter of this nobleman.] 
 
 If 'tis StiU the lordly word. 
 
 Loudon's bonnie woods and braes, 
 
 Service and obedience ; 
 
 I maun leave them a', lassie; 
 
 I'll desert my sovereign lord. 
 
 Wha can thole when Britain's tIM 
 
 And so good-bye allegiance ! 
 
 Would gie to Britons law, Iwrio ? 
 
42 
 
 ■oomsH soHGa 
 
 Wte vo«ld rim Ik* laid •" d 
 
 Wk» woaU ikoa her «»', lamkaf 
 
 Bfti* MM Mr tepry MdAl di|% 
 ABd «mi« k0p« iten MOlte Ikf VMi^ 
 Wkta I am ftir a«»', iMri*. 
 
 TMdlBc joy to Um«» luddtot 
 
 FlVfkMto?«MdllM*,ll 
 
 Ovw (k« focy Mdi i^ «w, 
 Wfc«»T« 
 IkMH aMjbc tk', te* aw «hr, 
 ▲ad MM to «IM« 1^ Mb iMidlab 
 
 TiMl Ite MMlM *UM, iMltot 
 
 Dmtm vOl Atald Ikr fUikfld kMT, 
 
 TUl the TMfrtkd Mrtfc h •««{ 
 
 TlMO Wtll BMA, M« BMtr to MVW» 
 TUllk«d^f««dM.la«to: 
 
 W«ru «Md Mr fMMtel haypy dv% 
 
 Asb)]rtiW^7«alMMMM«lH 
 
 On LoadM^ C«Mi7 1«» li 
 
 IbomeboDs. 
 
 (Ttaif 
 popvlar MM of " J Mi rt idy.* 
 
 19 fwb a My >y Bito w y MmmjUj 
 
 Ibn tlM Hln «f MMAodj. 
 VoriMMlMara ' ' 
 
 For tU Mk« of MMflkodjr. 
 I Ml gMn to M6k a vlfi, 
 
 I am gMn to tav a phMlat 
 I kava UutM itoM ^ VM': 
 
 OarttM. Ii tkr daashtor rMdy ? 
 fte «k« «k» of Mmabodjr, &a 
 
 Beuj, ImM. My*! UiTMl, 
 TbMgktkrd 
 
 la« 
 ▲ad te riauMT aak' SM lay? 
 
 BMal»lad.lMiMat7. 
 
 Am^ 1 liy My kMk «r ttMb 
 ■m* ya Ma MMSM M tta 
 
 Vava^f laMly BMy CNm 
 
 OMCMl la «• a feMfMMa 
 IiMaftMa'aiya 
 
 ibwRfMs* 
 
 Tap 
 
 O, •vMlly Mrfla M MMdMr t 
 
 F»M Uka daa«w iraay Mm ftaa. 
 
 ▲BdModBtoaafcakya ' 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 43 
 
 Ochon, for somebody ! 
 Och hey, for somebody ! 
 I wad do - what wad I not ?— 
 For the sake of somebody. 
 
 [Written by William Cambron. MusiO by 
 Matthew Wilson. j 
 
 Oh! bright the beaming queen o' night 
 
 Shines in yon flowery rale, 
 And softly sheds her silyer light 
 
 O'er mountain-path and dale. 
 Short is the way, when light's the heart 
 
 That's bound in love's soft spell; 
 Sae I'll awa" to Armadale, 
 
 To Jessie o" the Dell. 
 
 We've pu'ed the primrose on thfe braes. 
 
 Beside my Jessie's cot ; 
 We've gathefd nuts, we've gathefd slaes. 
 
 In that sweet rural spot. 
 The wee short hours danced merrily. 
 
 Like lambkins on the fell. 
 As if they join'd in joy wi' me 
 
 And Jessie o' the Dell. 
 
 There's nane to me wi' her can vie, 
 
 I'll love her till I dee. 
 For she's sae sweet, and bonnie, aye. 
 
 And kind as kind can be. 
 This night in mutual kind embrace, 
 
 O wha our joys can tell ! 
 Then I'll awa' to Armadale, 
 
 To Jessie o' the Dell. 
 
 31111 gau: mx ^n^emun* 
 
 [An old ditty preserved in a small collection 
 called "The Ballad Book," printed at Edinburgh 
 in 1824.] 
 
 I'Lr, gar our gudeman trow 
 
 I'll sell the ladle. 
 If he winna buy to me 
 
 A bonuie side-saddle, 
 
 To ride to kirk and bridal. 
 And round about the town ; 
 
 Stand about, ye fisher jauda. 
 And gi'e my gown room' 
 
 I'll gar our gudeman trow 
 
 I'll tak' the fling-sirings. 
 If he winna buy to me 
 
 Twal bonnie gowd rings; 
 Ane for ilka finger. 
 
 And twa for ilka thoom ; 
 Stand about, ye fisher Jauds, 
 
 And gi'e my gown room ! 
 
 I'll gar our gudeman trow 
 
 That I'm gauu to dee. 
 If he winna fee to me 
 
 Valets twa or three. 
 To bear my train up frae the dirt. 
 
 And ush me through the town ; 
 Stand about, ye fisher jauds. 
 
 And gi'e my gown room ! 
 
 fnmtf lume, ftamc. 
 
 [Contributed by Allan Cunningham to 
 Cromek's Remains of Nithsdale and Galloway 
 Song, where it is said to be printed from a coj>t 
 found in Bums's Common-Place Book. In the 
 introduction to the Fortunes of Ntgel, It will be 
 remembered. Sir Walter Scott speaks of this song 
 in the most laudatory terms.] 
 
 Hamk ' hame! hamel O hame fain wad I b«l 
 
 O, hame, hame, hame, to my ain countrie! 
 
 When the fiower is i' the bud, and the leaf Is on 
 the tree. 
 
 The lark shall sing me hame to my aln countrie. 
 Hame, hame, hame! O hame fain wad I be I 
 O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countrie! 
 
 The green leaf o' loyaltie's beginning now to t^'i 
 The bonnie white rose it is withering an' »'; 
 But we'll watert wi' the blude of usurping tyran- 
 
 Die, 
 And fresh it shall blaw In my alh countrie ! 
 
 Hame, hame, hame! O hame fain wad I b« ! 
 
 O hame, hame, hame, to my aln countrie ! 
 
44 
 
 (t there's nocbl now fnc rata mj 
 
 mn, 
 
 Bot the keys o' kind beftren, to Oftm tk« wni9% 
 
 Thkt a' the nohle tauxtjn, who dl«i for lojallK 
 
 Haj liM asain and flfht for thatr ala coantvta. 
 
 Hune, hMM, hMBol O hMM tete vad I b« 1 
 
 O hMiM, huM, huii«, !• 1^7 aia eoBBtttel 
 
 The great now are poMk vte aMMBplid 10 MT« ; 
 The green cnua U fro wtac abWM Ikilr gnvw: 
 T«( the eon threap ika Htak i 
 
 ru shine on JO yak ta 7«v alB oaaaM*. 
 Hame,taamo,kaiBo! O Imbo ftta wad I Wt 
 O hamo, hantc^ haiM, to 1^ alB oeonlrtei 
 
 avomsB Bosoa, 
 
 t4 
 
 rrkn forma tka "Budo OarilMra* aoac ta 
 Bi KXii a Jollj bo«ani U li flvaa In iko Ifili 
 Tolume of George Tkoiaaonli eeUoaHen, to Iko 
 tune of ' The u-hlio Ooekada.* Olim aiayi H 
 
 to the tune of " o an jo wa d«i, faMaaa.*] 
 
 A RTORiaim lad ny tor* WM b«a. 
 The Lawland Uwe he haM la Mont 
 Bot he MUl wa* fhlthfU la kk tfM, 
 M J gallant, braw John i 
 
 Sing h»j, my braw Joka i 
 
 Btacho.aiyb>»wJokaa 
 
 Tkoo'a ao* a laA la a' iha iMd, 
 
 Waaaaiaktemr^okar " 
 
 And gada dajMora down kjr kk M^ 
 The ladies hearte ko did lufaa, 
 
 Mj gallant braw Joka MigM*-^—^- 
 
 We ranged a' tkMB Twoad to 4kj, 
 And lired like lovde aad ladla put 
 For a Lawl&nd fhee ko tend atatu 
 If J gallant braw Joka f 
 
 rite MtoarHW aia ikaoM XkMkte f«nM 
 pofalartaaoof TkoWl ~ 
 
 They banish 'd him beyond tko eea; 
 But, ere the bud was on the tno, 
 A down my cheeks the pearla laa. 
 Embracing my John '"f*''*TVlwiaB 
 
 But, och ' they oatehed him al the ImI, 
 
 And bound hinf in a dangeen fhat; 
 
 Mr curse upon them erery one. 
 
 They're hang'd my braw John iflghlandman * 
 
 Mv tovo wao k«a la AkOTtem 
 Tko koaaloM lad ikM «r«r waa Ma: 
 
 Bora larea tto told «!• Mi vklto OMtadc 
 O, kiTa a aaMac lavlv kkido t 
 O. ka^ a krt* aad a kanto lai; 
 Brtlda wkai Bv. aiy kaan li find 
 Toiaoavladvrkto«llM«a*idai ' 
 
 O, tant ■• aa Ik* vkUikai. 
 Tko kalqr koa^ aia iBMai^ lat ' 
 Bai va ika Mat Ikai tfadi aiy oi^ 
 b Iko wkMo oo*ado akooa Ike bnc 
 
 rn nO au rMk. IH aaB «y rsoi. 
 
 ftimmtof^lora^^ffraan^. 
 
 fWoaaa kf Jaaiai Baoa. 
 XaUQ«v»Jaa.. 
 
 FAa arar fko kfOi of Iko WaHMr to poaa. 
 
 And down kj iko OoRlo Ikamap to tko MO, 
 TkokoaatoyaaafPlMa 
 
 Tkodavoakerylaldi 
 8ko looTd at a koat vkk tko k 
 
 Away oa tko wave Hko a klid aa tko aaUa I 
 ▲ad a^ aa It laMaid *a rt^M aad ika aaiV, 
 
 " PteawaD to tko kd I iteU a^ar ato afalat 
 Farewell to aiy koM, tki faOaal aad yaaag; 
 
 FaiawaU to tka lad 1 ikaU aaTar aaa aiala. 
 
SCOTTISH SONGa 
 
 45 
 
 " The moorcock that craws on the brows o' Ben- -j& 
 Connal, 
 
 He kens o' his bed in a sweet mossy hame; 
 The eagle that soars o'er the cliffs of Clan-Uonald, 
 
 Unawed and unhunted his eiry can claim; 
 The solan can sleep on his shelye on the shore; 
 
 The cormorant roost on his rock of the sea ; 
 But oh ! there is ane whose hard fate I deplore. 
 
 Nor house, ha', nor hame, in his country has he; 
 The conflict is past, and our name is no more,. 
 
 There's nought left but soiTow for Scotland an' 
 
 " The target is torn from the arras of the just. 
 
 The helmet is cleft on the brow of the brave. 
 The claymore for ever in darkness must rust; 
 
 But red is the sword of the stranger and slave ; 
 The hoof of the horse, an' the foot of the proud. 
 
 Have trod o'er the plumes on the bonnet o' blue: 
 "Why slept the red ffblt in the breast of the cloud. 
 
 When tyranny revelled in the blood of the true? 
 Farewell, my young hero, the gallant and good! 
 
 The crown of thy father is torn from thy brow." 
 
 [This appears in the first Tol. of the Tea-Table 
 Miscellany 1724 . Nothing is known of the 
 author. The song does not relate to the drums 
 of the garrison of Dumbarton on the Clyde (as 
 many suppose it does), but to a British regiment, 
 called, as was then the custom, after its first 
 commander, the Earl of Dumbarton, Dumbarton's 
 regiment. The Earl was attached to the Stuart 
 family, and died an exile in France in 1692. 
 
 Dumbarton's dmms beat bonnie, O, 
 
 When they mind me of my dear Johnnie, O ; 
 
 How happie am I 
 
 When my soldier is by, 
 WTiile he kisses and blesses his Annie, ! 
 'Tis a soldier alone can delight me, O; 
 For his graceful looks do invite me, O ; 
 
 While guarded in his arms, 
 
 I'll fear no war's alarms. 
 Neither danger nor death shall e'er fright me, O. 
 
 >Ty love is a handsome laddie, 0, 
 Genteel, but ne'er foppish nor gaudy, O. 
 Though commissions are dear. 
 Yet I'll buy him one this year. 
 For he'll serve no longer a cadie, O. 
 
 A soldier has honour and braTcry, ; 
 Unacquainted with rogues and their knaT«i7,0, 
 
 He minds no other tiling 
 
 But the ladies or the king ; 
 For every other care is but slavery, 0. 
 
 Then I'll be the captain's lady, O, 
 Farewell all my friends and my daddy, O; 
 I'll wait no more at home. 
 But I'll follow with the drum. 
 And whene'er that beats I'll be ready, O. 
 Dumbarton's drums sound bonnie, O, 
 They are sprightly like my dear Johnnie, O. 
 How happy shall I be 
 When on my soldier's knee. 
 And he kisses and blesses his Annie, '. 
 
 [Written by the Rev John Skinnbr to the 
 tune of "Dumbarton's Drums." The pictnro 
 here drawn of contented old age was one realized 
 in the venerable author's own life.] 
 
 O ! WHY should old age so much wonnd ns, O ? 
 There is nothing in't all to confound us, O; 
 
 For how happy now am I, 
 
 With my old wife sitting by. 
 And our bairns and our oyes all around ub, O. 
 We began in the world wi' naething, O, 
 And we've jogged on and toiled for the ae thing, O ; 
 
 We made use of what we had. 
 
 And our thankfu' hearts were glad. 
 When we got the bit meat and the clailMng, O. 
 
 We have lived all our lifetime contented, O, 
 Since the day we became first acquainted, O; 
 
 It's true we've been but poor. 
 
 And we are so to this hour. 
 Yet we never pined nor lamented, O. 
 Wo ne'er thought o' schemes to be wealthy. O, 
 By ways that were cunning or stealthle, 0; 
 
 But we always had the bliss - 
 
 And what farther could we wtss ? - 
 To be pleased wi' ourselves and be healtliy, O. 
 
 What though we canna boast of car KuineM, O^ 
 We have plenty of Jockies and Jeanies, O; 
 
 And these, I'm certain, are 
 
 More desirable by far. 
 Than a pock full of poor yellow steenie*, O. 
 
40 
 
 scomsH BOHoa 
 
 We h»Te teen manj a wonder ud ferli«, O, 
 Of cluuicei Qua almoM are jtmxlit, O, 
 AmoDK rich foUu op aod down. 
 Both In oonntrj and in town. 
 Who now lire but acrimplj and bar^, CX 
 
 Then why thoold people bnf of p r wp er H y, O? 
 A atraitened life, we we, ta no nrUj, O; 
 
 Indeed, we're been la vaol» 
 
 And oar Urine been bol wl. 
 Yet we nerer were redooed to actd elMiHf, O. 
 In thla house we dm easM MfMter, O^ 
 Where we're lon( bean a fttlMr and mfUlkm, O; 
 
 And though not of Mom and nam. 
 
 It will lut oa a' oar time ; 
 And I hope we shall nerer need anlllwr, O. 
 
 And when we leare this 1 
 We'U depart with a food < 
 
 w«rUcoteadlBfcaDd,Ii 
 
 To a better ho«M «!«• Ikk 
 To make room for the next ( 
 Then whj should old a^ w WHk wtmmt «^ O? 
 There is nothinc in't all to ooBfcand Mb O? 
 
 For how happy now am I, 
 
 With my auld wife ilttlac fey. 
 And our balnu and oor oyci all aio«ad w^ O! 
 
 ®ttT 6iul)ema» cam* ftamc. 
 
 [TmshUhlylwowMoiddlHyk fiW iadia 
 the second odttkni of David BevCf vUkHttam, 17TC 
 Johnson reoonred tko toBo fkoat Ikt dB^Bf of as 
 old halrdTCMr la Idlataiili, aad fvMUMl H 
 for the lint time in tho Mh ToL «f kto II ■] 
 
 OtjR Kudeman cam' hame at e'eo, 
 
 And hame earn' he; 
 And there he mw a aaddlo-hono. 
 
 Where nae hone dioald ba. 
 Oh, how cam' this hooa k«« ? 
 
 Howcan thiiibe? 
 
 How cam' this horee hers, 
 
 Without the leare o' me? 
 
 A hone! quo' she; 
 
 Ay, a horse, quo* he. 
 
 Te auld blind dotard carle. 
 
 And blinder mat ye be ! 
 It's but a bonnie milk<-«ow, 
 ajy mither sent to me. 
 A milk-cow! quo' he: 
 Ay, a milk-cow, quo' she. i 
 
 wwrsiMstt 
 
 WkM^felMsIsat? 
 O k*v «Mi^ Ihto svotd k«% 
 WkkMi Um Imif tf mmf 
 
 AfWHdl«Mf**» 
 
 Aj,»«v«d.«MriM. 
 To aald Mial dslwd wH 
 AadUlMlarmal7«Wi 
 It's bat a panjdfs lyrtK 
 M/miBBtossBttoma. 
 Apantdfoepofite! quo'bo: 
 Aj, a pairtdfMVBitK «w' H 
 Wasl,farlitfolrtddsB, 
 ' ' "ofeB'tolsaBai 
 
 OvfadaoMHi flam' kamt «l t'ss. 
 
 Aad llMn ka iflsd a powdeTd w1|^ 
 Wk«t BBt wic dMBid ba. 
 
 Wkat%lUsIsoo? 
 Bow cam' Uds v1< kflra, 
 Wliboat tlM IflBTt o' mt? 
 

 SCOTTISH 
 
 SONGS. 47 
 
 
 
 A wig! quo 'she; ^ j 
 
 
 
 Ay, a wig, quo' he. 
 
 
 
 
 Ye auld blind dotard carle, 
 And blinder mat ye be! 
 
 ^6c MxH of Inbitmas. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 My minnie sent to me. 
 
 
 
 
 A clocken-hen ! quo' he ; 
 
 [Thb first two stanzas of this song are by 
 
 
 
 Ay, a clocken-hen, quo' she. 
 
 David Mallbt (bom 1714 died 1765;) the other 
 
 
 
 Far ha'e I ridden. 
 
 stanzas are generally ascribed to the Rev. Ai.bx. 
 
 
 
 And muckle ha'e I seen. 
 
 Brycb, minister of Kirknewton (bom 1713; died 
 
 
 
 But powder on a clocken-hen 
 
 1786). MaUet's verses appeared in the Orphem 
 
 
 
 Saw I neyer nane. 
 
 Caledonius, where they are directed to b« sung 
 "to a Scotch tune. The Birks of Endennay." 
 
 
 
 Our gudeman cam' hame at e'en. 
 
 They are also given, with the three addiUonal 
 
 
 
 Andhamecam'he; 
 
 stanzas, in the 4th vol. of the Tea-Table Miscel- 
 
 
 
 And there he saw a muckle coat. 
 
 lany. "Invermay," says Mr. Robert Chambers, 
 
 
 
 Where nae coat should be. 
 
 " is a small woody glen, watered by the rivulet 
 
 
 
 How cam' this coat here? 
 
 May, which there joins the river F^ra. It i« 
 
 
 
 How can this be ? 
 
 about five mUes above the bridge of Earn, and 
 
 
 
 How cam' this coat here. 
 
 nearly nine from Perth. The seat of Mr. Belacbes, 
 
 
 
 Without the leave o' me? 
 
 the proprietor of this poetical region, and who 
 
 
 
 A coat! quo' she; 
 
 takes from it his territorial designation, stands at 
 
 
 
 Ay, a coat, quo' he. 
 
 the bottom of the glen. Both sides of the little 
 
 
 
 Ye auld blind dotard carle. 
 
 vale are completely wooded, chiefly with birches; 
 
 
 
 And blinder mat ye be! 
 
 
 
 
 It's but a pair o' blankets 
 
 a scene worthy of the attention of the amatory 
 
 
 
 My minnie sent to me. 
 
 muse. The course of the May is so sunk among 
 
 
 
 Blankets! quo' he; 
 
 rocks, that it cannot be seen, but it can easily be 
 
 
 
 Ay, blankets, quo' she. 
 
 traced in its progress by another sense. The pecu- 
 
 
 
 Far ha'e I ridden. 
 
 liar sound which it makes in rushing through one 
 
 
 
 And muckle ha'e I seen; 
 
 particular part of its narrow, rugged, and tortuouB 
 
 
 
 But buttons upon blankets 
 
 
 
 
 Saw I never nane ! 
 
 tion of the Humble- Bumble to be attached to that 
 quarter of the vale. Invermay may be at once 
 
 
 
 Ben gaed our gudeman. 
 
 and correctly described as the fairest posBible UtUe 
 
 
 
 And ben gaed he; 
 
 
 
 
 And there he spied a sturdy man. 
 
 
 
 
 Where nae man should be. 
 
 Thb smiling mom, the breathing spring, 
 
 
 
 How cam' this man here? 
 
 Invites the tunefu' birds to sing ; 
 
 
 
 How can this be ? 
 
 And, while they warble from the spray. 
 
 
 
 How cam' this man here. 
 
 Love melts the universal lay. 
 
 
 
 Without the leave o' me.' 
 
 Let us, Amanda, timely wise, 
 
 
 
 A man! quo' she; 
 
 Like them, improve the hour that flies; 
 
 
 
 Ay, a man, quo' he. 
 
 And In soft raptures waste the day. 
 
 
 
 Puir blind body. 
 
 Among the birks of Invermay. 
 
 
 
 And blinder mat you be! 
 
 
 
 
 It's but a new milkin' maid, 
 
 For soon the winter of the year. 
 
 
 
 My mither sent to me. 
 
 And age, life's winter, wlU appear. 
 
 
 
 A maid! quo' he; 
 
 At this thy living bloom will fade, 
 
 
 
 Ay, a maid, quo' she. 
 
 As that will strip the verdant shade. 
 
 
 
 Far ha'e I ridden. 
 
 Our ta^te of pleasure then Is o'er. 
 
 
 
 And muckle ha'e I seen. 
 
 The feather-d songsters are no more; 
 
 
 
 But lang bearded maidens 
 Saw I never nane. j 
 
 And when they drop, and we decay. 
 1 Adieu the birks of InTennaj J 
 
 
48 
 
 Tte IftTcroela. now, and UntvMUi ilni^ 
 n« rocks Mwwd wltk Mk0« rtagi 
 Th« amiit aa4 Um MMkbM Ha, 
 la tuMfel ftatas, to ihid tht 4aj. 
 
 TlM wood* now VMT llMir MaUMTMllft 
 
 To mlxth aU natan now initmi 
 L«i Qc bo HytiMooM, ikMi, mad fir. 
 ikOMac tho Urki of iBTOtfli^. 
 
 BaMd tko kills and vy« annd. 
 With lewlBf h«ds aad foifea akoud: 
 TiM waaioa kkb and Mddaf bMibs 
 Gambol and daaos aroand llMlr daas: 
 Tbo busy boos, wttk haaualaf aolas, 
 i^nd aU tbo roptUo klad r^toloot 
 Lei OS. Uko tbem, thai, itef aad 9liy 
 About tbo bilks of laTonsaj. 
 
 Hark, bow tbo watots» as tbajr IMI, 
 Loudlj mj loTO to flaidBOBsoall { 
 Tbo wanton warso spstt la tiM ' 
 And fisbos plar tkrooglmik tko SIMS 
 Tbo dreUnc son doos aow adfaaoa^ 
 
 A Tar,6kl ibat fcm la fcMWIy 
 
 Lai oa as Jorlal bo as ifesir, 
 Amoaf tbo blrks t€ lanmaj. 
 
 ^i, tit poor ifct'rp!)^). 
 
 ['■» too Irrts Is gtfm ta ttt im f«l 
 Bamsar's Tsa-TMo lIlsssikHij wMMai aaii 
 natwo, boi II Is tbo piodasiloa of Ibo a« 
 plUbod pool, Witx AM UAmvnm af Bmi 
 (bom 1704; dIOd ITM). II «M 
 tano Of «*qahMWols," and wID bi 
 musk la tbo sseoadTohnnoor Johi 
 
 An tbo poor riiepbod^ movraftal flu«, 
 Wben doom'd to loro and doon'd to 
 
 To bear tbo sooraAd ftdr omTs halo. 
 Nor daro dlsdoso his aagottl 
 
 Tot eacar looks aad 4j1i^ iVM 
 Xl7soeretse«ldlsa9f«r, 
 
 WbUs rspiaio. trmhllac Onv^ alB 
 
 Tho teadcr glaaoa, Iho MOdoiilBf chosk. 
 
 asnpnad with ristaic blaAos, 
 A tbonsand Tartoos wajs thoj ipoak 
 
 Thai aiilMi Mash aada 
 Thyfiylwit,— dotaty ga es. 
 
 Su 
 
 Tin daaih ^smks aM la ihs «h 
 flon wlB aj haMB yawM ihs 
 
 Thso, whoa mj trtl sas h sai i a 
 Bs this last UsHlV i>v«M. 
 
 Low at ihgr teal to hrsaiha aty h 
 Aad dto la illhl «( hSM«i. 
 
 llatb*tiac Ogit. 
 
 (Of ttM aalhor oT ttds aM sai« aoMac k 
 kaewB, bai 11 saa ha toasad as fcr bask ao Iha 
 daysof Charlss lU haltoa whoam was saat by 
 John AboO of Iho nhapal isjsl, a sals bw>m 
 rfi«« of Iha ported, aagte Aatis of li, whb tha 
 masK ^*w pnbHihsd hi Um. laiho**PUlsto 
 
 v,aalaa 
 
 layHat of II Is girta. aad alto 
 
 aaoihsr ssac to Iha SBHM laaa, dsllsd *• Kaih'rtat 
 Loglo^- ■■■■y% fills <r Mla Iho TM-lhbte 
 MisMllaay tlibii oa|f la a *v wards fkoai ihs 
 llsti 
 
 raijhnlB. 
 
 Ppaa a towalM — «ty» 
 WhOaMay^isiiissialdldd 
 
 AasMaiilho'liwast 
 iMTdhsraatoOt Kladi 
 My aaM Is Kaihllaa Oglai 
 
 TosoaaaymphsoM 
 
 ta a asaatiy bmM m mmtltft 
 Sashaailmlf 
 LOaalllyhiahailat 
 
 Whaotosihsoo 
 i Tho^hlhoaaild 
 ^ Tanhasaaaaai 
 
SCOTTISH 
 
 SONGS. ^ 
 
 Thj handsome air and graceful look, 4b How sweetly bloomd the f»y fwro Mrk. il 
 
 Excels each clownish roguie; 
 
 How rich the hawthorn'H bloaeuin. 
 
 Thou'rt match for laird, or lord, or duke. 
 
 As underneath their fragrant shade, 
 
 Mj charming Kaih'rine Ogle. 
 
 I clasp'd her to my bosom ! 
 
 
 The golden hours, on angel wings. 
 
 0! were I but some shepherd swain. 
 
 Flew o'er me and my dearie; 
 
 To feed my flock beside thee ; 
 
 For dear to me as light and life 
 
 At buchting-time to leave the plain. 
 
 Was my sweet Highland Mary. 
 
 In milking to abide thee. 
 
 
 I'd think myself a happier man, 
 
 Wi' monie a vow, and lock'd embrace, 
 
 Wi' Kate, my club, and dogie. 
 
 Our parting was fu' tender ; 
 
 Than he that hugs his thousands ten. 
 
 And pledging aft to meet again. 
 
 Had I but Kath'rine Ogie. 
 
 We tore ourselves asunder: 
 
 
 But, oh! fell death's untimely frost. 
 
 Then I'd despise th' imperial throne, 
 
 That nipt my flower so early ! 
 
 And statesmen's dang'rous stations. 
 
 Now green's the sod, and cauld's the cliiv. 
 
 I'd be no king, I'd wear no crown. 
 
 That wraps my Highland Mary ! 
 
 I'd smile at conqu'ring nations. 
 
 
 Might I caress, and still possess 
 
 O pale, pale now those rosy lii» 
 
 This lass of whom I'm vogie; 
 
 I aft ha'e kiss'd sae fondly ! 
 
 For they're but toys, and still look less. 
 
 And clos'd for aye the sparkling glance 
 
 Compar'd with Kath'rine Ogie. 
 
 That dwelt on me sae kindly ; 
 
 
 And mouldering now In silent durt. 
 
 I fear for me is not decreed 
 
 That heart that lo'ed me dearly! , 
 
 , So fair, so fine a creature. 
 
 But still within my bosom's core 
 
 "Whose beauty rare makes her exceed 
 
 Shall live my Highland X&rj. 
 
 All other works of nature. 
 
 
 Clouds of despair surround my love, 
 
 
 That are both dark and foggie; 
 Pity my case, ye Powers above! 
 
 lIEarD IMoridon. 
 
 I die for Kath'rine Ogie. 
 
 
 
 [Writtkn hy Burns early in life, and after- 
 
 
 wards sent to George Thomson, to be Inserted 
 
 ^^igjlam^ JEarg. 
 
 in his coUection, to the tune of " Bide ye yet." 
 Hazlitt somewhere quotes the second staosa of 
 
 
 this song as one of extreme beauty.J 
 
 [Bvnvi thought the words of " Kath'rine Ogie" 
 
 
 unworthy of so beautiful an air, and wrote his 
 
 0, Mart, at thy window be , 
 
 *' Highland Mary" to the same tune. The story 
 
 It Is the wished, the trysted hour: 
 
 of Highland Mary is now familiar to all readers. 
 
 Those smiles and glances let me see 
 
 In a letter to Thomson the poet says, " The sub- 
 
 That make the miser's treasure poor. 
 
 ject of the song is one of the most interesting 
 
 How blithely wad I bide the stoure. 
 
 passages of my youthful days, and I own that I 
 
 A weary slave from sun to sun. 
 
 should be much flattered to see the verses set to 
 
 Could I the rich reward secure. 
 
 an air which would ensure celebrity."] 
 
 The lovely Mary Morison. 
 
 Ye banks and braes, and streams around 
 
 Yestreen, when to the stented string 
 
 The castle o' Montgomery, 
 
 The dance gaed through the llchtlt ha', 
 
 Green be your woods, and fair your flow'rs. 
 
 To thee my fancy took its wing - 
 
 Your waters never drumlie ! 
 
 I sat, but neither heard nor saw. 
 
 There simmer first unfauld her robes. 
 
 Though this was fair, and that was braw. 
 
 And there the langest tarry! 
 
 And yon the toast o' a' the town. 
 
 For there I took the last fareweel 
 
 I sigb'd, and said amang them u'. 
 
 O' my sweet Highland Mary. r 
 
 ', Ye are na Mary Morison. 
 
50 
 
 Or ouHltlMa tawk IIM kMrt or kb; 
 
 WiMM ont7 ftm to toTli« tteci 
 If lof« te tor* tkM vflt M (!'•, 
 
 At taMi b« plt7 to »• riMwa; 
 Jl thodu oaflratlo (saaA bo 
 
 Ihe tkoekt of Mai7 Mortooa. 
 
 !i)raiiie ^ort ii(eii. 
 
 rSBAmm Uemmmmr ty Iki 
 WiiAiAM MormaiircUi. vm ft 
 IMtr* Bdliibafcli If MMlM Mii «M ' 
 Ittllad Iqran putiMM OM ofikotraMtMidiMidMw 
 wt oflbsloDt of iIm Sootttah lyrlnl bom wfeM&M^ 
 dera iMjt IMTO piodMOd. Mr. Mottcrwtf wm* 
 BBthro of the Buonr PmMi of OImrov, vk«o ko 
 VMboraontlMUtkOalobv.im. HoIobcImMm 
 
 vhldi to^ plaoo 
 ISSC Rto •* ~ 
 pabltohodM 
 
 IVll WaDdMfd CMt, Tto WUdM'd VHt, 
 TlmNlgll BOOJ A V0M7 «^ 
 
 Bat DOTor, BOTor, mn fbc|M 
 Tho loTO o' Ute** 7oa«g Aiy* 
 
 Tbo Aro tliAt'f blawa on Hilum o'ob 
 Mtj wool bo btaek gla Tolot 
 
 Bat blaeker (k* a«»lio tlM boMt 
 WbcTo tat fMid lav* WW* Mia. 
 
 O door, door Jooalo llonloaa« 
 
 Tho tboobto o* bjfUM yton 
 StUl Mat tboir abMlowi ovor mj foth. 
 
 And blind m7 «on vt' toon: 
 Tboj bUod mj oen wl' »at, aat loont. 
 
 And loir and Hdc I pIno, 
 A» mtaumj iA\j mmBon* np 
 
 Tho blithe bUBk> 0' I 
 
 Wlai o« vaa boaiii oMiM ifetok ? 
 
 Tbj Hpa won OS Uqr lOMB. bot 
 MjiMMiwwtaitlMau 
 
 Ob Briad ya feav wo bng ov baa*. 
 
 Wo fliaalfd tbaittw^ baaa? 
 Aad Mted JO o' iho aaiwdafiw 
 
 (Tba adMlo Hm tkairt at Boaa). 
 WlMB wo na aff 10 i^ad ifeo braoa^ 
 
 Tba brnw jr bcaaa ar imam? 
 
 X J boad rlao rooad aad roaad about. 
 
 MjbaaitlowollkoaMa. 
 Aa aao by aao ibo tboakii n* bade 
 
 <r ariMdMtoo aad V iboau 
 Ci, »— la 'lMH Ob,aMrala*l«?o! 
 
 Twaa then we lorit Uk tibor wool, 
 
 TwM then wo two did port; 
 Sweet time - nd time! two halnu at aohala. 
 
 Twa balms, and bot ae heart! 
 Twai then wo aat on ae lalfb Mnk, 
 
 Toletrllkltherlear; 
 And tonoi, and looks, and miles were abed. 
 
 Bomembei'd oror nair. 
 
 Ilka dow baais oa a roaa,yot aaa 
 
 Had onj powtrto ipoak f 
 That waa a tiaM. a btani Itaaa* 
 
 Wbon froolj gMh^d an tNliBp teib, 
 Ua^UabM-ai 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 61 
 
 I manrel, Jeanie Morrison, 
 
 Cin I ha'e been to thee 
 As closely twined wi' earliest thochts 
 
 As ye ha'e been to me ? 
 Oh I tell me gin their music fills 
 
 Thine ear as it does mine ; 
 Oh ! say gin e'er your heart grows grit 
 
 Wi' dreamings o' langsyne ? 
 
 Ive wander'd east, I've wandefd west, 
 
 I've borne a weary lot ; 
 But in my wanderings, ifar or near, 
 
 Ye never were forgot. 
 The fount that first burst frae this heart, 
 
 Still travels on its way: 
 And channels deeper as it rins 
 
 The luve o' life's young day. 
 
 O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, 
 
 Since we were sinder'd young, 
 I've never seen your face, nor heard 
 
 The music o' your tongue; 
 But I could hug all wretchedness. 
 
 And happy could I die. 
 Did I but ken your heart still dream 'd 
 
 o' bygane days and me ! 
 
 [Writtkn by the celebrated Dr. Smolmttt. 
 The subject of these verses is thought to have been 
 Miss Anne Lascolles, whom the author met with 
 in the West Indies, and afterwards made his 
 wife.J 
 
 When the rough north forgets to howl. 
 And ocean's billows cease to roll ; 
 When Lybian sands are bound in ftost. 
 And cold to Nova Zembla's lost ; 
 When heavenly bodies cease to move, 
 My blue-eyed Anne I'll cease to love. 
 
 No more shall flowers the meads adorn, 
 Nor sweetness deck the rosy thorn. 
 Nor swelling buds proclaim the spring, 
 Nor parching heats the dog-star bring. 
 Nor laughing lilies paint the grove. 
 When blue-eyed Anne I cease to love. 
 
 No more shall joy in hope be found, 
 Nor pleasures dance their frolic round, 
 Nor love's li^rht god inhabit earth. 
 Nor beauty give the passion birth. 
 
 Nor heat to summer-iunihlne eleave. 
 When blue-eyed Nftony 1 deoetve. 
 
 When rolling season* ceaae to ehanxe. 
 
 Inconstancy forgets to range ; 
 When lavish May no more nhall bloom, 
 Nor gardens yield a rich perfume. 
 When nature from her sphere shall staiti 
 I'll tear my Nanny from my heart. 
 
 ^lufj a patce! of togue^. 
 
 [Written by Burns, for Johnson's Museum, 
 ' to the tune of " Such a parcel of rogues in a na- 
 j tion.". The song refers to the disgraceful manner 
 in which the union of Scotland with England 
 was effected, by the bribery of many of the Scot- 
 tish nobles. The beneficial effects of the Union 
 were long in developing themselves— indeed, for 
 nearly the first fifty years, Scotland was positively 
 injured by it ; but, apart from this, Bums, like all 
 true-hearted Scotsmen, could never think of the 
 loss of hiflcountiy's independence without aagh 
 of regret.] 
 
 Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame, 
 
 Fareweel our ancient glory ; 
 Fareweel even to the Scottish name. 
 
 Sae fam'd in martial story ! 
 Now Sark rins o'er the Solway sands. 
 
 And Tweed rins to the ocean. 
 To mark where England's province stands: 
 
 Such a parcel of rogues in a nation! 
 
 What force or guile could not subdue, 
 
 Thro' many warlike ages. 
 Is wrought now by a coward few. 
 
 For hireling traitors' wages. 
 The English steel we could disdain. 
 
 Secure in valour's station ; 
 But English gold has been our bane : 
 
 Such a parcel of rogues lu a nation '. 
 
 O would, ere I had seen the day 
 That treason thus could sell us. 
 
 My auld grey head had Hen in clay, 
 Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace ! 
 
 But pith and power, till my last hour 
 I'll make this declaration, 
 
 We're bought and sold for English coW = 
 . Such a parcel of rogues In a naUou. 
 
52 ffximaa tOHO& 
 
 i»ittt, tell me tol^ete. 
 
 rWarmw ftr 6«MCi T1mmm% eollMllMi bf Mn. Ouawt of lMPa.««4k» lfw«idi«r Unti^** 
 4iVanai««irikoOoBtlMBt«Uhfeiit«glB«tlBim. Ttta«,-naBkMBill«fawaM4.'^. 
 
 Oiranu, tell bm vkcr*. !• jaw Bt^Uaad IftMIt fMM ? 
 O wkOT*. t«U OM wkOT*. li 70V Bliktead iMMto fM* ? 
 Bt^ goD* vlik ■nwmtac kMMn, wtera Babto 4M«i an «w«. 
 And my «d kMA wtn maM* mi IM MM aftlj kMM. 
 
 O wlMN, tell ma wlMTO, 4M JMT RIgUMd lid«to M^y > 
 O wtam, taU ■• vlMra, tfM TMr Bliklud tafMto flay > 
 H« 4w«U bMaatk Iks MI7 MM, taM* tiM impU 8p<7. 
 
 O wtel, MI ■• wfeat, 4Mi yov I 
 O viMi. tall m« whM, dMB TMT B1^Mhi4 MM* w«w ^ 
 A IwasM wttk a lofty plaoM, Iha ffJiMi ta4i* ar WW. 
 And a vlaM aoroM ika aaa^ feraaM IkaA jMiIaU w«ar a 
 
 TW plpa woald flay a «ha«lM ■M'A* iW taasMa raod kte $y. 
 na ipMl or a Blgyaad Maf VOTli KikMB to Mi iV«. 
 
 BM I vOl kopa ta Ma Mm yai la BMlaafa boBBia %oui*. 
 BM I wtU iMfo te MO Mm y« la SoMlaiitf't bMMlo I 
 Bit nailtra laad of Ukony A 
 WMIo wMo ikMi^ an ow BlcMaad k 
 
 (Taa Mlovtac li aaotltar vM«a« aC Ifea Mac by •■ aakaovs hoMU 
 
 O tnma and O vboM. 4oM ywff HItfriaM MMia d««n > 
 
 O wherr. and O wbora, 40M yoar Bl^laad MMIo <l««0 ? 
 He dvelb In nMRy tMUaad, viMfo Iha bhM-boUi avaolly a 
 And oh. In my bMitl lata My Mdla ^att. 
 
 O wbM. U«l«. what doM yaar B^kaA kddla «oar» 
 A narlet coat and bannoi blao, wttk boBslo yaUow bait: 
 And nana in tbo varld MB wl' My Wfo aoMvaro. 
 
 O wboro, and O wboro, !■ year BlgMaBd laMla gano > 
 U wbero, and O whora, H yoar BlsUaad laddlo caae ? 
 Ho's fono te flcht for Oooi|o« oar Mag. aad loft at aUalMo; 
 Vor neblo aad bcariTo my loyal E" " 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 53 
 
 O what, lassie, what, if your Highland lad be slain ? 
 
 O what, lassie, what, if your Highland lad be slain ? 
 
 o no! true love will be his guard, and bring him safe a^ain ; 
 
 For I never could live without my Highlandman : 
 
 O when, and O when, will your Highland lad come hame? 
 O when, and O when, will your Highland lad come hame? 
 Whene'er the war is over, he'll return to me with fame ; 
 And I'll plait a wreath of flowers for my lovely Highlandman. 
 
 O what will you claim for your constancy to him? 
 O what will you claim for your constancy to him ? 
 I'll claim a priest to marry us, a clerk to say Amen ; 
 And I'll ne'er part again trom my bonnie Highlandman. 
 
 E^2 §:©ltirt ^I^^ WdH* 
 
 IWrittev by the late Charlbs Dovnb Sii.lery. The music by George Barker.l 
 
 Let the proud Indian boast of his jessamine bowers, 
 His pastures of perfume, and rose-covered dells; 
 While humbly I sing of those wild little flowers. 
 The blue bells of Scotland, the Scottish blue bells. 
 
 Wave, wave your dark plumes, ye proud sons of the mounlain. 
 For brave is the chieftain your prowess who quells. 
 And dreadful your wrath as the foam-flashing fountain, 
 That calms' its wild waves 'mid the Scottish blue bells. 
 
 Then strike the loud harp to the land of the river. 
 The mountain, the valley, with all their wild spells, 
 And shout in the chorus for ever and e^er. 
 The blue bells of Scotland, the Scottish blue bells. 
 
 Sublime are your hills when the young day is beaming. 
 And green are your groves with their cool crysUl wells, 
 And bright are your broadswords, like morning dews gleaming 
 On blue bells of Scotland, on Scottish blue bells. 
 
 Awake ! ye light fairies that trip o'er the heather, _ 
 Ye mermaids, arise from your coralline cells. 
 Come forth with your choms all chanting together. 
 The blue bells of Scotland, the Scottish blue bells. 
 
 Then strike the loud harp to the land of the river. 
 The mountain, the valley, with all their wild spells. 
 And shout in the chorus for ever and ever. 
 The blue bells of Scotland, the Scottish blue bells. 
 
AMal«««li7» 
 
 SM^ Ant^f r^oit, ms fo. 
 
 [Warrmi bjr BcBm In ITM. Ibr JokmMi 
 MweoB, to a Teiy old tone, oOled /oAfi il NrftrMM, 
 flMV /». Tbo orifiiial John Andcnoa, neoortlag 
 lo Mfdttlon. Ii Mid to hart ban ifco towa-pipcr 
 oTKaho. In Bahop P«t7^ M& book of liaUadt 
 (n vrodooHon of the middte of Um IMh oauarj) 
 ooeor the followlnc T«mi I'- 
 Joha Andcnon, ai7 joo, eoB In w 7* IM bj, 
 AndTOwU fMnsholp^hrtdwwIbnkMla nKT*; 
 Wool bnken In a p;e, and a haoio in a pat 
 John Andatwn, mj Joe, asm In and jtt» (M that. 
 
 And how doe ye, eamaer ? and bov deoTt thrive > 
 And how manj balnMhM7e?OtBim«r,l*haeflre. 
 Are thej to your awin godoiBaa? Ma^BoainMT. na 
 For three o' them vara cottes fnhMt WllUe wae 
 
 awa". • 
 
 The latter ftmr liaai. tt tiin be obHTved. fbm a 
 principal portion of the modara "Mid, Boddln'.*. 
 
 Joan AssoHOK, my Jo. John, 
 When we wece lint aoqaaol. 
 Tear leeke were like the lavwi. 
 
 te floapaay with Mr. Bnah. He dM Ui lan. 
 Only the ftr« fear of tlw bUevtac MBMe «M ha 
 fctrty attribnied to hton.J 
 
 J«te Aaliik, my )•. ieha. 
 
 I weadar vbM ye meaa. 
 Tb r«n MM eatly la Ike mata. 
 
 AadiMmelaiaal^mt 
 
 TerUb 
 
 Bat new year bwwk bal d , J e b a, 
 
 Year laekB an liha the Maw. 
 Bat Mamlaii eo year ft««y yew, 
 
 John Andenaai my jew 
 
 John Andetaea, my je, Jeha. 
 
 We elamb the hUl tMgkher, 
 And mony a eanty d^, John, 
 
 WeTe had wt' aae aalthar. 
 Now we maon toUar down, John, 
 
 Bat hand In hand we'll f». 
 And we'll elecp thectther at the foot, 
 
 John AndcTNO, aiy Jo. 
 
 rjn a oolleetlon of " Poetry, original and rnled 
 ed," publlahed in penny Moa. between the yaan 
 179S and 17M. by Meani. Bradi & Bald. Ql^pv, 
 and now very tcaroe, eereral additional -**-rnr 
 to "John Andenon, my Jo," are glTea, whloh 
 were probably ftam the pen of one of the partnen. 
 Mr. WuxtAM RetD. who, at we have already 
 hinted at pa^e », bad a knadt In cMaf oat popa> 
 lar dltttet. Mr. Reld wee bom at Ola^ew In 
 I7C4, and for nearly ihlny yean eanlad on In hItdM 
 
 iAaiMia.tyJa,J«l 
 
 Ye werr my f 
 Aadyeaeedaalhlaklli 
 
 That I ea' ye Mm aad aeat . 
 T»ai«h aame Mke ma y#ie aald. John, 
 
 iMfwMakyaMk 
 
 i.afKMn. 
 
 WW>raaMa ear bi^iaa* balraa. 
 Aad yet, my dear Jeto Aadenen, 
 
 l*mhatpylayearanaa. 
 Aad ma are ye te adaa, John, 
 
 I'm aM^yell aa'ar mf a*. 
 Thar thadayaaiv pa* that we have areiw 
 
 John Andeteao, my Jew 
 
 myje,jaka. 
 • HUe. 
 
 Bprtac np Iweea yea an' me; 
 Aad Ilka lad and lam, Jeto, 
 
 la oar ftoiatapa to t», 
 Makaa partmi baaeta hme en earth. 
 
 iate Aaianaa, «y Ja. 
 
 yj».i«*». 
 Oar eiUar ae^er wae rife. 
 And yet we n^er mw peeeny. 
 ate* we wet* ama aad wUc ; 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 We've aye haen bit and brat, John, 4S 
 
 Great blessings here below. 
 And that helps to keep peace at hame, 
 
 John Anderson, my jo. 
 
 John Anderson, my jo, John, 
 
 The world lo'es us baith. 
 We ne'er spak' ill o' neibours, John, 
 
 Nor did them ony skaith ; 
 To live in peace and quietness 
 
 Was a' our care, ye know. 
 And I'm sure they'll greet when we are dead, 
 
 John Anderson, my jo. 
 
 John Anderson, my jo. John, 
 
 Frae year to year we've past. 
 And soon that year maun come, John, 
 
 Will bring us to our last; 
 But let na that affright, John, 
 
 Our hearts were ne'er our foe. 
 While in innocent delight we've lived, 
 
 John Anderson, my jo. 
 
 John Anderson, my jo, John, 
 
 And when the time is come. 
 That we, like ither auld folk, John, 
 
 Maun sink into the tomb, 
 A motto we will ha'e, my John, 
 
 To let the world know. 
 We happy lived, contented died, 
 
 John Anderson, my jo. 
 
 55 
 
 Eong ^jgne. 
 
 [Thk following are the earliest known verses 
 to the old air of " Auld Lang Syne." They are 
 from 'Watson's collection of Scots Poems, part 
 HI., published in 1716. The words " Old Long 
 Syne," used here throughout, sound ludicrously 
 to the ear accustomed to the Doric "Auld Lang 
 Syne.", 
 
 PART FIRST. 
 
 Should old acquaintance be forgot. 
 
 And never thought upon, 
 The flames of love extinguished. 
 
 And freely past and gone ? 
 Is thy kind heart now grown so cold 
 
 In that loving breast of thine. 
 That thou canst never once reflect 
 
 on old long syne ? ) 
 
 Where are tby protestailom. 
 
 Thy vowB, and oaths, my dear, 
 Thou mad'st to me and I to thee. 
 
 In register yet clear ? 
 Is faith and truth so violate 
 
 To th' immortal gods divine. 
 That thou canst ne^ er once reflect 
 
 On old long syne ? 
 
 Is't Cupid's fears, or frosty cares. 
 
 That makes thy spirits decay ? 
 Or is't some object of more worth 
 
 That's stolen thy heart away ? 
 Or some desert makes thee neglect 
 
 Him, so much once was thine, 
 That thou canst never once reflect 
 
 On old long syne ? 
 
 Is't worldly bares, so desperate. 
 
 That makes thee to despair ? 
 Is't that makes thee exasperate, 
 
 And makes thee to forbear ? 
 If thou of that were free as I, 
 
 Thou surely should be mine; 
 If this were true, we should renew 
 
 Kind old long syne. 
 
 Bnt since that nothing can prevail. 
 
 And all hope is In vain. 
 From these dejected eyes of mine 
 
 Still showers of tears shall rain: 
 And though thou ha«t me now for^^ot. 
 
 Yet I'll continue thine. 
 Ana ne'er forget forto reflect 
 
 On old long syne. 
 
 If e'er I have a house, my dear. 
 
 That truly Is call'd mine, 
 And can afford but country cheer. 
 
 Or ought that's good therein ; 
 Though thou wert rebel to the kin?. 
 
 And beat with wind and rain. 
 Assure thyself of •welcome, love. 
 
 For old long syne. 
 
 PART SECONU 
 
 My soul is ravitih'd with delight 
 
 When you I think upon ; 
 All griefs and sorrows take their flight. 
 
 And hastily are gone : 
 The fair resemblance of your face 
 
 So fills this breast of mine. 
 No fate nor force can it displace. 
 
 For old long syne. 
 
56 
 
 BoomsB soNoa 
 
 sine* UMMifhti of joo da buMi ptei; 
 
 WkCB I'm tnm yea iMu ofdt 
 AadtflBtkcmllBdnllifp 
 
 Wkra with Md evM rm ■ 
 
 With ecKMlw ditlat, 
 bpcdftUy wlMtt I rOmI 
 OB old long ^jac 
 
 aae* tkOD feM» loMTd M of ay knrt. 
 
 Hjy tfcow rwlillMi poir— 
 WUA Madam Katun doik Input 
 
 To tlMM flUr ar« of 7««us, 
 WUk koooor tt dock Boi oomM 
 
 Ta kold a riavo te pjaa ^ 
 Praj bi year rtvoar, ikaa, daii^ 
 
 F« old loaf a7M> 
 
 Th aot «y fraodon I do cimro 
 
 Ely daptaoallBc pals* 
 Sara, vitttj to voald ool hare 
 
 Wto doilai la Uo fltolBOt 
 
 DaiplM Ito ann aM dtai or « 
 LaiitotiaiXr^awfcll. 
 
 Wtoaaaa 
 WkUakc 
 
 Bai faak la lara, apoa aiy ataM 
 Ui yoar taava toad MMm^ 
 
 Wiru p 
 
 AllflamlBMy 
 And la a vaeaM cataiy day 
 
 Taa Aall to vtoQy Mlaa: 
 Wflruaatolto 
 
 TtotaoblaaoaloriUiM 
 To pity. If Itoa «aa« Bol loviw 
 VoroldloBf «yac 
 
 9Lutt Isng iVint. 
 
 IWairrcn t>y R^inAT. and pabHAod In Ito 
 Dm voL of his Tca>Tablo MlaooUaay. ITU.] 
 
 Snoots aald aeqaalaiaaoa to ftorioi. 
 
 Thoofh thqr rttam wlih Han? 
 ItoM art tto BoMo fearer^ loc, 
 
 Obtaln'd la glartooo wan: 
 Weloome, ny Taio» la mj ttmm. 
 
 Thy anna ahovl BM tvlaa. 
 And mako mo onoo afalB aa Mai^ 
 
 Am I wat lane ^n«r 
 
 klothlnks aroond oa on oad 
 
 A thoofaod Cupids plaj, 
 Whilil throosh tho iroTw I walk with yoo. 
 
 Saeh object makss m« gay: 
 Slnee your retorn the tan and moon 
 
 With brighter beam* do thine, 
 Streams murroor aoft notes while they mn. 
 
 As they did lang qrnc. 
 
 Tto tora. ploMad wtth tto ewai 
 
 Aad rioa arfmenoi lore, 
 WUah hSf toaa BMar'd hy ito 
 
 BawM la Ito pavna atova: 
 Vakt day. wttk oaaaMM aiad 
 
 Ttoiy apptaadi'd itoMMM 
 Wtoia Ito fMd pttaii Ito aai 
 
 ▲»d pmitoBi aat af piaau 
 
 ^flulU Img ^finc. 
 
 [TnMavlac kite 
 ^aa" vktah B«b» aai 
 Masaam, and whtali toa 
 i Ml a Ihroottto. to ito MoaMS II 
 with a B. ^gnttjtat Mai k la aa 
 to Ms 
 I Mr. 
 nyatiuMt to took itoaMf down 
 of aa aid BMta^aad w 
 tltk partially. Tto Sm. l^aiife. aad 
 M«B tngmmtt of aa eld dli|y: ito 
 
 I aCAaM Lai« 
 
 I of «topoai 
 
 I aaiher af ito seai^ va eaaaei asa tow 
 
 I tore ^akaa widk 
 
 I " Ufto to tto taif,- to a^a, **oa Ito I 
 
 I tto haataa lasplwd paaiwto asaapaaad 
 
 Hooa fti^Baat r-na air la wktak «* Aa 
 
 1| Qyaa" la aav f ■laHy aaat la ael ito 
 
 tt one, wkleh Barns proooaaaod 10 to aicd^ 
 

 
 ~" 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. mj 
 
 
 
 one adopted from an old Lowland melody, called^ Upon the Lomondg I lay, I lay; 
 
 
 
 •• I fee'd a lad at Michaelmas," and now entitled 
 
 Upon the Lomoncis 1 lay : 
 
 
 
 in Gow'8 collection of Reels, "Sir Alexander 
 
 I lookit doun to boniile Lochleren, * 
 
 
 
 Don's Strathspey."] 
 
 And saw three perches play. 
 
 The Campbells are coming, &c 
 
 
 
 Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 
 
 
 
 
 And never brought to min' ? 
 
 
 
 
 Should auld acquaintance be forgot. 
 
 i He makes the cannons and guns to roar ; 
 
 
 
 And days o' lang syne ? 
 
 ' With sound of trumpet, pipe, and drum ; 
 
 
 
 For auld lang syne, my dear. 
 
 The Campbells are coming, 0-ho, o-ho ! 
 
 
 
 For auld lang syne. 
 
 
 
 
 AVe'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet. 
 
 The Campbells they are a' in arms. 
 
 
 
 For auld lang syne. 
 
 Their loyal faith and truth to show. 
 With banners rattling in the wind ; 
 
 
 
 "We twa ha'e run about the braes. 
 
 The Campbells are coming, 0-ho, 0-ho I 
 
 
 
 And pu'd the gowans fine ; 
 
 
 
 
 But we've wander'd mony a weary fit. 
 
 
 
 
 Sin' auld lang syne. 
 
 
 
 
 "We twa ha'e paid'lt in the bum. 
 
 ^am 0* t&e il^alloc^. 
 
 
 
 Frae morning sun till dine ; 
 
 
 
 
 Hut seas between us braid ba'e roar'd. 
 
 [Writtev by Hugh Ainslie to the tune of 
 
 
 
 Sin' auld lang syne. 
 
 i "The Campbells are coming.'] 
 
 
 
 And theres a hand, my trusty frien'. 
 
 In the Nick o' the Balloch lived Muirland Tam, 
 
 
 
 And gi'e'sa baud o' thine; 
 
 Weel stentit wi' brochan and braxie-ham . 
 
 
 
 And we'll tak' a richt gude-willie waught. 
 
 A breist like a buird, and a back like a door. 
 
 
 
 For auld lang syne. 
 
 And a wapping wame that hung down afore. 
 
 
 
 A nd surely ye'U be your plnt-stoup. 
 
 But what's come ower ye, >f uirland Tam ? 
 
 
 
 And surely I'll be mine ; 
 
 For your leg's now grown like a wheel-barrow 
 
 
 
 And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet. 
 
 tram; 
 
 
 
 For auld lang syne. 
 
 Your ee it's faun In-your nose it's faun out. 
 And the skin o' your cheek's like a dirty clout. 
 
 ance, like a yaud, ye spanklt the bent, 
 Wi' a fecket sae fu', and a stocking sae stent. 
 
 
 
 ^J)£ 0aiiB|p'b^Il^ are coming. 
 
 The strength o' a stot-the wecht o' a cow ; 
 
 Now, Tammy, my man, ye're grown like a grew. , 
 
 
 
 [The following words are given in Johnson's 
 
 I mind sin* the blink o' a canty quean 
 
 
 
 Museum to the well-known tune of "The Camp- 
 
 Could watered your mou and llchtlt your een; 
 
 
 
 bells are coming." From the mention of Loch- 
 
 Now ye leuk like a yowe, when ye should be a nun; 
 
 
 
 leven, they are absurdly supposed by some to 
 
 what can be wrang wi' ye, Muirland Tam ? 
 
 
 
 belong to the days of Queen Mary's imprisonment 
 
 
 
 
 there. They were with much greater probability 
 
 Has some dowg o' the ylrth set yer gear abreed? 
 
 
 
 composed when "the great Argyle and a' his 
 
 Ha'e they broken your heart or broken your head? 
 
 
 
 men" marched northward to suppress the insur- 
 
 Ha'e they rackit wl' runj-m or kittled wl' steel? 
 
 
 
 rection of 1715.J 
 
 Or, Tammy, my man, ha'e ye seen the deU ? 
 
 
 
 The Campbells are comlns, 0-ho, 0-ho ! 
 
 Wha ance was your match at a stoup and a tale ? 
 
 
 
 The Campbells are coming, 0-ho ! 
 
 wr a voice like a sea, and a drouth like a whnle ? 
 
 
 
 TheCampbellsare coming to bonnleLochlevenri 
 
 Now ye peep like a powt ; ye glumph and ye p»>»nl; 
 
 1 
 
 
 The Campbells are coming, 0-ho, O-hol ^ 
 
 ; oh. Tammy, my man, are ye turned a saunt ? 
 
 
 
 
 — 
 
58 
 
 Com*, lewM joar heMt, y iMa o' Um rnnlr; 
 We l«U our dlttrea «« we look for » o«i«: 
 Tbarali UA for a wtmoc, and »^ for A «lr; 
 8m, Tmaaaj, tnj man, wkai vad ya ImT* mmIt > 
 
 Oh! nartKwr, tt ntJUm wao ttni»i nar ifctoC 
 Thai deepened my ce, and IkilwaMWl aqr baeT; 
 Bat the word tha» auUice ma ■• waeta' aad Vfl 
 Is-Tam 0* the Oallocta's a 
 
 3irgr of SRallacr. 
 
 aoorrua i 
 
 4 WfeM htiMwIt ^W ikawvMfe ar aMhwriMM^i 
 ifcafiii— llnlMi; 
 
 CnioiiAo CAMraiLu] 
 
 TnsT llihtad a Uper at Um dead ef BiiJU. 
 And chaanled thdr haUeM hjmni 
 
 H«r«yei 
 And the lady «f ■Mmlla wapi for bw tart. 
 
 Whan a dsalh-waiak b«t ta kar laMly raaa. 
 Whan her eortafia had ritook of Hi ewB aeaefd« 
 And the taTen hadflapp'd at her wladaw haari. 
 
 To lall her of her warrton doom. 
 
 Now Mnc y the Song, and iimMj fnj 
 
 For the MMil of mj knifht ee dear; 
 And eaU OM a widow Ihlo wiatehod di^. 
 
 HInoe the wanilnctfOedie here. ^ 
 For a nlshwniare ridii on mj MnMulad dee^i 
 
 The lord of my boeom to dovm'd lo dlei 
 Hto Taloroo* heart ihcj hare woaaded deep. 
 And the blood-red lean »haU hto eoantry weep 
 
 For Wallace of EldenUe. 
 
 Tet Irnew not hto ooantry that emlMdl hear. 
 
 Ere the loud matin bell wae rwac 
 That a trumpet of death en an lagltoh lower 
 
 Had the dtoite of her ehampian nnc. 
 When hto dunseon li<ht look'd dim and r ' 
 
 on the hi«li>born blood of a mart^ tlal ; . 
 No anthem wae euof at hto holj Ueathbt^l, 
 No weeping there wae when hto boeom ble<l, 
 
 And hto heart wa» rent In twain. 
 
 Oh ! It wae not thoa when hto oaken ^ear 
 
 W«a true to the knight forlorn, 
 Anrl host* of a thousand were Mattefd, Ilk* deer 
 
 At the wuud of the hunteman'a horn. > 
 
 Wm U^ IB hii lanfUo iMd. 
 Bai» Meadti^ mi4 bend, «ka«|k Ikt WaUmi 
 
 BM iha d«r af hie «toiy rfmll M 
 HIi head aalnieayd ikaU wHk defy be patm^ 
 
 TW the ravea hae M ea MeaaaMwIag bean. 
 ▲ MUer «v never eabalB^ 
 
 8RaUacc*# lament. 
 
 (W ai i i i If Tawramu, la. Iba mo ef 
 **llaldte(Aneehac.-j - 
 
 Xtoeo dait wladtaf ObifMi oMi fhMlst f» Mi^ 
 ' T»»eibo«eBa>dMTorglteplea0«r»«|ilB, 
 Mj bmvo CUedottbuM llo low oo the lea. 
 And i%| rtmM aw 4ai» tfaff^ with the bleed 
 •riberfatn. 
 Tww baeebeawed trMebly th«% doom'd ear 
 
 My peer tliedbig oDontry. what more can I do? 
 Btaa valow looks pale «^ir the red dald of ruin. 
 
 FkrMaO, ye dear paiiMR of peril! thMwaOl 
 !•> barted ye Uo In one wtdo bloody cimTe, 
 
 I be aaroUd wtife the • 
 
 Bat I, a poor oatoMt. tn exile ■ 
 
 PeilMpa. like a traitor. Ignobly moat die ! 
 On thy wi«a».Om^ aoantiyl ImUgnani 1 1 
 
 Abi veaie lhahevwh«i tkyWallaoe i 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 k MoSuam ^xte. 
 
 [Music arranged by Finlay Dun and John Thomson.] 
 
 Oh, Rowan tree! Oh, Rowan tree! thou It aye be dear to me, 
 Intwlned thou art wi' mony ties o' hame and infancy ; 
 Thy leaves were aye the first o' spring, thy flow'rs the simmer's pride. 
 There was nae sic a bonnie tree in a' the countrle side. 
 Oh, Rowan tree. &c. 
 
 How fair wert thou in simmer time, wl' a' thy clusters white. 
 How rich and gay thy autumn dress, wi' berries red and bright, 
 We sat aneath thy spreading shade, the bairnies round thee ran; 
 They pu'd thy bonnie berries red, and necklaces they Strang. 
 Oh, Rowan tree! &c 
 
 On thy fair stem were mony names, which now nae mair I see. 
 But they're engraren on my heart, forgot they ne'er can be! 
 My mother! oU ' I see her still, she smil'd our sports to see; 
 Wi' little Jeanie on her lap, wi' Jamie at her knee! 
 Oh, Rowan tree ! &c. 
 
 Oh' there arose my father's prayer, in holy evening's calm. 
 How sweet was then my mother's voice, in the Martyr's psalm; 
 Now a' ai-e gane ! we meet nae mair aneath the Rowan tree. 
 But hallowed thoughts around thee twine o' hame and infancy. 
 Oh, Rowan tree ! &c. 
 
 ^^t lEmigrai^f ^ (Complaint. 
 
 [Words by R. Gilfillan, Composed by P. M'Leod.] 
 
 Oh, why left I my hame ? Why did I cross the deep ? 
 Oh, why left I the land where my forefathers sleep ? 
 I sigh for Scotia's shore, and I gaze across the sea. 
 But I canna get a blink o' my ain countrie. 
 
 The palm-tree waveth high, and fair the myrtle springs. 
 And to the Indian maid the bulbul sweetly sings ; 
 But I dinna see the broom wi' its tassels on the lea. 
 Nor hear the lintie's sang o' my ain countrie. 
 
 Oh ! here no Sabbath bell awakes the Sabbath mom, 
 Nor song of reapers heard among the yellow corn : 
 For the tyrant's voice is here, and the wail of slaverie: 
 But the sun of freedom shines in my ain countrie. 
 
 There's a hope for every woe, and a balm for ev'ry pain, 
 But the f^rst Joys of our heart come never back again. 
 There's a track upon the deep, and a path across the sea. 
 But the weary ne'er return to their ain countrie. 
 
CO 
 
 I l^tfam'O i las. 
 
 ■■■ two ftaoMs," njPB Bomm, -t tarn- 
 
 WlMB I WM abtmt MTVMMB. Tbtf ai« 
 
 ( tk« oMM of «7 ftlalod pam." Hmj 
 raa In Jobaaott^ MwMm, ada 
 a ty BHpfcwi OMlLj 
 
 iBKBAJl^IIar 
 
 Golly In Um IDIIBJ b«Mi; 
 LM'nInctothovildMvAi ' 
 
 E|7 o tailing, etjMol MfOBS : 
 Snlgkiiho ak7 Si«v UMk oad dutaf: 
 
 Tkrcvgli tho woods Iko wkM«ln4B nr»; 
 ^—witho<»d 
 
 Ao ptooVd ftlr, sad pwftni^ bat a 
 Of BMmy ajoj aad bopo b««ai^ im. 
 
 A I. 
 
 (Tbb foUowlac fracmont, to lb* tbT««lta oM 
 red uine of " Jenny'* Dawbco," to all ibat bM 
 oome down to as of tbo oi1(inal waf. It li glvaa 
 In Uerd't eoUeoUon, 9d tdttloa, incj 
 
 Awn a' that *'«> mj Jonny bal^ 
 My Jonny had, my Jenny had: 
 And a' that a^er ay Jonny had, 
 Wataobawbco. 
 
 There'* roar pladE, and ray plaek. 
 And your plack, and my plaek. 
 And my plaek, and joor plaek. 
 And Jenny* bawboa. 
 
 We'U pat it in the pint^toap. 
 The plnt-*toap. the plnt-etoap. 
 Well put It in the plnt-«loap. 
 And blrk 't a' throe. i 
 
 [fine 
 
 I BHt. of AadHaloek. aad aiaoll— Hy iHiiil la 
 tbaoMina. U waa at^laaUy nWlibii lyifca 
 
 " ta 
 
 aatkor ta IMI. aad aOarwarti 
 Oootia ThMMaa fcr lnwHaa la bha 
 Oacidab MolodlML TWIaaaaaadM 
 laibteaityeofiaiortba i 
 added by iba Mtbar blaiaeif baa aat baaa aaiar* 
 lalaad. Mr Akxaader wta lb* eldaat aaa aC iba 
 w«U-kaa«Bblapafb*r of Dr. JabaaMi. aad waa 
 batm la ITTS. Ba dM aa iba fnb Mareb.lfli, 
 
 taibaOlaapawd 
 
 tta*l. a blfb-tory pap*r af Aaii^lfad astouaeaj 
 
 I« 
 
 Wl'l 
 
 Wba^ib^Iaaa? 
 Qpar ba, Ub ereai fhwd pawty eiiiH 
 Ibna^bi b* was oaantac a* the dtil. 
 Aad bva ibar oMa', awa le «*al 
 
 Jfa«7^ bawbaa. 
 
 Tb* •!«. a QiV>«te la biB mdo, 
 Wr>kaUIU-Haad.batbaabwaal<id, 
 Itonbd raoad Iba bara. aad by Iba riK4. 
 
 Yaarbaaaty^ 
 
 ^ka-J«aa7^ 
 
 A lAwyw aaM, wl* Malbarta la^ 
 
 Wba epaaebaa wova life* any waK 
 
 la Ilk aaera can aja laak a dab. 
 
 And a' for a Iba. 
 
 Aad mdaMacaVtoafaaa aa* ttalrcoold drown. 
 Bat aaw b* ibaabt to tfoai bk |oaa 
 Wr Joaa/a bawbea. 
 
 A Kartaad LaM a«tol trodad op, 
 wr hawnad na( aad dOcr whip, 
 CMad, ** Tbcr*^ my beaat. lad, baod Iba rnip. 
 
 Or da 't till a tree: ■ -^ 
 WbaTa gowd to me> -I'r* watthlr Ian*! 
 De*lew on one o' worth yoar baa' .'"— 
 Ba Iboebt to pay what ba waa avtt 
 
 wr Jenny • l*wb— , 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 r.i 
 
 Drest up just like the knave o' clubs, 
 A THING came neist (but life has rubs), 
 Foul were the roads, and fu' the dubs, 
 
 And jaupit a' was he. 
 He danced up, squinting through a glass. 
 And grinn'd, "1' faith, a bonnie lass!" 
 He thought to win, wi' front o' brass, 
 Jenny's bawbee. 
 
 She bade the Laird gae kame his wig, 
 The Sodger no to strut sae big, 
 The Lawyer no to be a prig. 
 
 The Fool he cried, " Tehee! 
 I kenn'd that I could never fail " 
 But she preen'd the dishclout to his tail, 
 And soused him in the water-pail. 
 
 And kept her bawbee. 
 
 Then Johnnie cam', a lad o' sense. 
 Although he had na mony pence , 
 And took young Jenny to the spence, 
 
 Wi' her to crack a Avee. 
 Now Johnnie was a clever chiel; 
 And here his suit he press 'd sae weel. 
 That Jenny's heart grew saft as jeel. 
 
 And she birled her bawbee. 
 
 in. 
 
 r'Tms is another set of verses to the old tune of 
 * Jenny's Bawbee," and is directed to be sung 
 slow. It is said to be the composition of a clergy- 
 man in Galloway, and was first printed in Robert 
 Chambers' collection of "Scottish Songs," Edin- 
 burgh, 1827.] 
 
 Whbn gloamin o'er the welkin steals. 
 And brings the ploughman frae the flel's. 
 Oh, Jenny's cot, amang the shiels. 
 
 Is aye the hame to me. 
 To meet wi' her my heart is fain. 
 And parting gi'es me meikle pain; 
 «A queen and throne I would disdain 
 
 For Jenny's ae bawbee. 
 
 Tho' braws she has na mony feck, 
 Nae riches to command respec'. 
 Her rosy lip and lily neck 
 
 Mair pleasure gi'e to me. 
 I see her beauties, prize them a', 
 Wi' heart as pure as new-blawn snaw , 
 I'd prize her cot before a ha', 
 
 Wi' Jenny's ae bawbee. 
 
 Nae daisy, wi' its lovely form, 
 Nor dew-drap shiniug frae the com. 
 Nor echo frae the distant horn, 
 
 Is half sae sweet to me ! 
 And if the lassie were my aln, 
 For her I'd toil through wind and rain 
 And gowd and siller I would gain 
 
 WI' Jenny's ae bawbee. 
 
 [In the Tea-Table Miscellany, Ramsay has a 
 song "to the tune of Tibbie Fowler in the Glen," 
 which proves that the air, at least, is old. A 
 fragment of the words is given in Herd's collection 
 of 1776, but the first complete copy appeared in 
 the 5th vol. of Johnson s Museum. The author- 
 ship has been ascribed to a " Rev. Dr. Strachan, 
 late minister of Camwath;" but David Laing 
 says that there has been no minister of Camwath 
 of that name for at least the last three hundred 
 years.] 
 
 TiBurK Fowi.FR o' the Glen, 
 
 There's ower mony wooing at her; 
 Tibbie Fowler o' the Glen, 
 There's dwer mony wooing at her. 
 Wooln' at her, pu'ln' at her, 
 
 Courtin' her, and canna get her; 
 Filthy elf, it's for her pelf 
 That a' the lads are wooin' at her. 
 
 Ten cam' east, and ten cam' west; 
 
 Ten cam' rowin' ower the water ; 
 Twa cam' down the lang dyke-side : 
 
 There's twa-and- thirty wooln' at her. 
 
 Tliere'8 seven but, and seven ben, 
 
 Seven in the pantry wi" her; 
 Twenty head about the door : 
 
 There's ane-and-forty wooln' at her! 
 
 She's got pendlea In her lugs ; 
 
 Cockle-shells wad set her better ! 
 High-heel'd shoon, and siller tajre. 
 
 And a' the lads are wooln' at her. 
 
 Be a lassie e'er sae black, 
 
 Gin she ha'e the name o' siller, 
 Set her up on Tlntock tap, 
 } The wind will bl»w a man tUl hn. 
 
62 
 
 BpftlMil«#<rwftlr, 
 
 Aar ito vaM tlM p«iB7 iiUcr, 
 ▲ tie flMj flril kw te tk* air. 
 
 MDbacvM'dtUllMr. 
 
 [Tmi fotlowtas U Ram<at'* wax (o tte t«M 
 or "Tibbie Fawler o' the Glen.' ii rmmMm 
 the auae aatboft vvnlon of « BMtf BaO •»< 
 Mary Orar." In Ika poai alliiwlBt to ba la a 
 dUanuaa as to wMdi of tvo b oaa ilM ka AmU 
 ehooao. BaiBaay'« Ion p— !«■ wiwatakatra far» 
 taken maali of CMalB MaatMMik'a Mbml i^la or 
 
 - Hew kappy ooaM I ba vllk dtk«r J 
 
 Tiaar kaa a «of« o' dMHM, 
 
 Her gcB^ •bap* oar teacgr varaa: 
 
 How Manialj eaa bar oaa' whlia arat 
 
 Fetter tka lad wbo look! bai at bar. 
 lYa'ar aade lo ber itakder waM, 
 
 Tbcaa aveau caooMl'd Invtte la davt b»n 
 Her rav flkeak, and iMac bcaaM, 
 
 Car aneli ■iiiaik jank kawifkf a' waNr. 
 
 V*aj% fftwqr. ttft, and w. 
 Frruk as Ike laekea tovvn la Mar. 
 Uk ase ikai aaaa ker, flrtea. Ak key. 
 
 Sbe'tbaaayl O I vaader as k«. 
 Tke dlnplea or kw eUa aad akeak. 
 
 And ttaba aaiinv taTlM la davt ken 
 Her II90 na •wae^ aad ikla MO deak. 
 
 a^iiUf eata^tic. 
 
 aadai 
 MeMait.' 
 
 bf Bvaaa Ibr iabaaoaH Maaaaa^ 
 
 »aaBaaeallod'*Tkamikft Maa e( 
 
 II h aka flfaa la Tkiama^ aallta 
 
 aaaa ar ** TlkMa r«wl« af Ito Otaa.**J 
 
 Witxta Witfrta d««li aa ^aii. 
 Tkeipenkiyea-^lillBlaillii 
 
 OaaMMavaa 
 Uakalavtliv 
 
 aaavUbaaWUIakad, 
 
 Tb« oai kaa twa Ike very ■alea r ; 
 i \** laUr >*<*k ibtkya a <awp, 
 
 A elappv tncaa and deava a atller : 
 Ai 
 
 ■ka> bia kia^>*, *a% bala<Alaid. 
 
 Ae Ifaapla' leg a kaad-kraed Aoftori 
 BkeTe tvlMad rigki. AoTa ivtrtad leA, 
 ^ TO balaa« iHir ea Oka ^aarart 
 
 Now 11100 niyfl 
 Mj wyaon wltb I 
 Gin I can leU wbUk I am for, 
 Wben tbcae iwe nan appear •"niHiw 
 
 lore ! wby dote tkoa gi'e tkj trm 
 
 See larfe. vkUe waYa ekUTd to aekkcr > 
 Oar fpaetoofl Mola iBnacaaa darifaa. 
 And aije be in a baakerta' swiiker. 
 
 Tibby'i tbape and ain are ftne. 
 And Nellj'a bcMiUca are dlvlaet 
 Bat ilnoe ikey oaana baltk be adaa. 
 
 Ye gode, give ear lo my peUUon: 
 ProTldo a good lad Cor Ike laaa, 
 
 Bai lei U be wttk ikto prarMoa. 
 
 1 gel Ike otiMr 10 my laar. 
 In I 
 
 Ika iwla er tkai avaa kv ri 
 
 AaMbaaftwawlyifctl^tglM, 
 Aa'wTkarlaerkarlkaa 
 
 Dag Wma^ wfli to aaa M (rfc 
 (Owd^^karfniaato 
 
 HerwmUlealofeatlkea 
 Her Caee wad f>le Ika I 
 dlaawifb.taL 
 
 fiKji ain Drai iC8iit. 
 
 [Waa»« by T. Bmaaar. Mwie by Mr. MkHtalL) 
 
 O Bomna are Ike kowa, ..^ 
 
 Aad MBay are Ike kaewaa - 4 
 
 TkatfMikekyaaadyawa, 4 * 
 
 Wketa «y UM Mm dmiM: 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 r,3 
 
 And brightly glanced the rills, 
 Tti&i spring amang the hills, 
 And ca' the merrle mills 
 In my ain dear land. 
 O bonnie are the hows, &c. 
 
 But now I canna see 
 The lammies on the lea, 
 Nor hear the heather bee 
 
 On this far, far strand: 
 I see nae father's ha". 
 Nor burnie's water-fa', 
 But wander far awa' 
 
 Frae my ain dear land. 
 O bonnie are the hows, &c. 
 
 But blythely will I bide, 
 Whate'er may yet betide. 
 When ane is by my side 
 
 On this far, far strand. 
 My Jean will soon be here, 
 ily waefu' heart to cheer. 
 And dry the fa'ing tear 
 
 For our ain dear land. 
 O bonnie are the hows, &c. 
 
 [First published in the Edinburgh Literary 
 Gazette. Set to music by E. A. Smith.] 
 
 Oh ! these are not my country's hills. 
 
 Though they look bright and fair ; 
 Though flowers deck their verdant sides. 
 
 The heather blooms not there. 
 Let me behold the mountains steep. 
 
 And wild deer roaming free. 
 The heathy glen, the ravine deep: 
 
 Oh, Scotland's hills for me! 
 
 The rose through all this garden land, 
 
 May shed its rich perfume; 
 But I would rather wander 'mong 
 
 My country's bonnie broom. 
 There sings the shepherd on the hill. 
 
 The ploughman on the lea 
 There lives my blythesome mountain maid: 
 
 Oh, Scotland's hills for me ! 
 
 In southern climes the radiant sun 
 
 A brighter light displays; 
 But I love best his milder beams 
 
 That shine on Scotland's braes. 
 
 Then, dear romantic native land. 
 If e'er I roam from thee, 
 
 111 ne'er forget the cheering lay. 
 Oh, Scotland's bUla for mel 
 
 [Writtkw, according to Mr. Peter Baehso, by 
 Ai.Ex. Watsox, merchant tailor in Aberdeen, 
 and at one time deacon of the incorporated trmdcf 
 there. It was composed sometime during the 
 American war of independence.] 
 
 ■Whkn our ancient forefathers agreed wl' the laird, 
 For a spot o' good ground for to be a kail-yard, 
 It was to the brose that they had the re^d: 
 
 O! the kail brose of auld Scotland; 
 
 And O ! for the Scottish kail broee. 
 
 When Fergus, the first of our kings, I suppoee. 
 At the head of his nobles had vanquished his foes. 
 Before they began they had dined upon broee. 
 O ! the kail brose, &c 
 
 Then our sodgers were drest in their kiltc and 
 
 short hose, tpoee. 
 
 With bonnet and belt which their drew did com- 
 
 With abag of oatmeal on their back to make broee. 
 
 0! the kail brose, &c. 
 
 In our free early ages a Scotsman could dine 
 Without English roast beef, or fiuuous French 
 
 wine. 
 Kail brose, if weel made, he always thought fine. 
 O! the kail brose, &c. 
 
 At our annual election of bailies or mayor, 
 
 Nae kickshaws or puddings or tartt were seen 
 
 there, 
 A dish of kail brose was the favourite fare. 
 O : the kail broee, &c 
 
 It has been our favourite dish all alon/t. 
 It our ladies makes beauties, our gentlemen strong. 
 When moderately used, it our life does prolong. 
 O! the kail brose, &c. 
 
 While thus we can live, wedread no kind of fo««- 
 Rhould any invade us, we'll twist up their n ose. 
 And soon make them feel the true Tirtue of tares*. 
 } O! the kail brose, &c 
 
C4 
 
 JnToivtac cor flooaiiy ta BUBb«l«i VMi, 
 WkM a UtHlBC U It tkmr* 7t« BUM opoB broMl 
 O! tk«kaUlmiM.a(e. 
 
 BM aj* ilMt th« ikMto VM J«la«d to ikt f«M, 
 
 And tiM P«M ta A VMllO fH ptaHf «r ikMlk 
 
 O! th« kaU bfOM «r MM SaMkad} 
 Aad O forikc SeoMUi kaU tRM. 
 
 Vroal^tDOil)^ of ^cotlauli 
 
 "Ok,ito UmuBmt 9t 
 pabHdMd la IMS, la 6«oi«i 11 
 Uoo. aad IMN laMMd ly ifMlal 
 
 2f owikml pcMS Miito Aon, a0v Umn^ Mlm 
 oalteMa, 
 
 rm aglMla llMlMrMi wtoMfMfdikaHw ftM. 
 BIgkl aiiawaiali «r WaUaes, MoainH, aad 
 DaadM. 
 
 Ok. tkt bna4m*ii cf aMaoMlaad! 
 
 ▲ad ok. ika aii flooilMi tNtttafwdi J 
 
 Old ar Fal] 
 
 bn 
 LMUmlooftooiov 
 
 ikoilaTo, 
 
 aalMd la ilM7» M kladtvd la c 
 Vir Iko vriraao k kfMk« la Hood 10 Mi s 
 0k,lkotoaa«nr«di.4o. 
 
 ^ong of Sfat{). 
 
 riir a Mior to Mia. Daalo^ ink 1 
 BuaaoMfi: '■IkafOJBM r 
 
 katewafkkUatrf 
 
 or HTonlMMta 
 
 fiavo. 
 Ok.iko 
 
 Thoogk ko diod Boi Uko Mm aaUd TMoty*! nar. 
 
 tkoikonw 
 
 Hoc Iko IM wo mMBbcr Iko iplitt of Mooio. 
 Ok.ikob - ' 
 
 Tea. a pUoe vliktko MloB IkollTlaf iMOl daloi, 
 Well entvlno la ooo wioatk trmj glodoa* nimt. 
 Tbo Gordon, tko H i w j, Um Bopo, aad Um 
 Onkaa, 
 ▲U iko teoadnrofd^ &«. 
 
 aor ■pilnp atma, a toM af kawli 
 
 doy.oToalat- iko wi aa i<< aad JjtH* 
 
 •o >ola la iko M^. Tko 
 
 ilMiolio 
 
 MaodoaaM^ oollMllia of B%ktead 
 
 ■melt vltfi oao, aa Ulo of flKjo laao. 
 
 •Milo^OTlkoaoacor D«ak,lolko 
 
 MlitariNfti 
 
 la kkwllt<lloa,do»ao> givotko 
 MM Iko woidt to Iko M* Mao or «• Mr 
 oalkoooM ronBd.** Tko ortflaal laao h glToa 
 
 Fabowcu, tkoa Ikir dnj, Ikoa grwa ^ 
 Toakko, 
 Mv w vttk tko kftikft MCttBf faa ! 
 
 oToiMnooliiwi. 
 Tkoa 0te KlM «r «M«n.llMa ll«% 
 
 Go ftliMia Iko oovaadaad iMto i 
 Oo taadi Ikoa to ItmbMo, Ml tjront ! 
 , 2feictToakMlikeatotktfenvo. 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 66 
 
 Tliou strik'st the dull peasant, he sinks in the dark, ^ 
 
 Nor saves ev'n the WTeck of a name: 
 Thou strik'st the young hero, a glorious mark 
 
 He falls in the blaze of his fame. 
 In the field of proud honour, our swords in our 
 hands. 
 
 Our king and our country to save; 
 While victory shines on life's last ebljing sands, 
 
 O, who would not die with the brave. 
 
 nm 1 uh'^h* 
 
 [Words by Loru Btron. Music bv J. P. 
 Knight.] 
 
 When I rov'd a young Highlander o'er the dark 
 heath, 
 And climb'd thy dark summit, O Morven, of 
 snow; 
 To gaze on the torrent that slumber'd beneath. 
 
 Or the mist of the tempest that gather'd below , 
 Untutor'd by science, a stranger to fear. 
 
 And rude as the rocks where my infancy grew. 
 No feeling, save one, to my bosom was dear- 
 Need I say, my sweet Mary, 'twas center'd in 
 you? 
 
 I arose with the dawn, with my dog as my guide. 
 
 From mountain to mountain I bounded along; 
 I breasted the billows of Dee's rushing tide. 
 
 And heard at a distance the Highlander's 
 song- 
 At eve, on my heath-cover'd couch of repose. 
 
 No dreams, save of Mary, were spread to my 
 view; 
 And wftrm to the skies my devotions arose, 
 
 For the first of my prayers was a blessing on you. 
 
 Yet the day may arrive, when the mountains once 
 more 
 Shall rise to my sight in their mantles of snow; 
 But while these soar above me, unchang'd as 
 before. 
 Will Mary be there to receive me ? ah no! 
 Adieu! then, ye hills, where my childhood was 
 bred— 
 Thou sweet flowing Dee, to thy waters adieu ! 
 No home in the forest shall shelter my head, - 
 Ah, Mary ! what home could be mine without 
 you? i 
 
 bt i&ri^e cam' out o'tl)f bgte. 
 
 [The author of this song, to the tan« of '• WooM 
 and married and a'," Is unknown. It appe»n In 
 i Herd's collection of 1776, but la of much olOm 
 ' date.] 
 
 The bride cam out <r the byre, 
 
 And, O, as she dlghted her cheeks ! 
 Sirs, I'm to be married the night. 
 
 And have neither blankets nor sheets; 
 Have neither blankets nor sheets. 
 
 Nor scarce a coverlet too; 
 The bride that has a' thing to borrow. 
 Has e'en right muckle ado. 
 Woo'd and married, and a'. 
 
 Married, and woo'd, and a' ! 
 And was she nae veiy weel off. 
 That was woo'd, and married and a' 7 
 
 Out spake the bride's father. 
 
 As he cam' in frae the pleugb, 
 0, baud your ton{:ue, my dochter. 
 
 And ye'se get gear eneugh ; 
 The stirk stands i' th' tether. 
 
 And our bra" bawsint yade. 
 Will carry ye hame your corn— 
 
 What wad ye be at, ye Jade ? 
 
 Out spake the bride's mither. 
 
 What deil needs a' this pride ? 
 I had nae a plack In my pouch 
 
 That night I was a bride; 
 My gown was linsy-woolsy. 
 
 And ne'er a sark ava ; 
 And ye ha'e ribbons and buskins, 
 
 Mae than ane or twa. 
 
 What's the matter, qno' WilHo; 
 
 Though we be scant o' clae». 
 We'll creep the closer thegither. 
 
 And we'll smoor a' the fleas : 
 Simmer is coming on. 
 
 And we'll get taits o' woo ; 
 And we'll get a lass o' our ain. 
 
 And she'll spin claiths anew. 
 
 Out spake the bride's brither. 
 
 As he came in wi' the kye 
 Poor Willie wad ne'er ha'e ta'sn je. 
 
 Had he kent ye as weel as I ; 
 
66 
 
 WOOfTTUia mMQ», 
 
 For yarn tatth proad and mmj. 
 
 I'M mlW tak* am 1* my U*. 
 
 Omtipdo 
 
 A» alM eanw In frac tte bgn; 
 O^ I wen bat nuuvtod, 
 
 Itlia'thatldnln: 
 Bat m poor fclli nuum Bn itaflt^ 
 
 And do tbt ba« that mean: 
 I dlBna can wkat I Am'4 wmM 
 
 irieou'dfMbiitanaai. 
 
 ®i)f grafHi |)aD nae frecl^osu 
 
 < i n* tntnttlAt fait WM tar ■ 
 
 [Wairmt by Mac Boott of Doabi 
 to tb* taaa flf " Woo^ and annlad an 
 
 W !>!•.] 
 
 Ta« gnn bad OM flmdoHi «^ frotrte* 
 
 Hot la tlM tooa «oaU tiMn W itowta' 
 For wooan tlwt waatid to oa'. 
 
 Slio bowta' and ■hakta' a pavi 
 Th«toaa«w«ir«nrtok ' 
 
 Tha dandaUt tDMt or tiw parM. 
 Shan wooad, aad dbaM carrtod awa*. 
 
 Hat had ha a' kniaM har n I dVd. 
 ma wooln' It wad iM^ baaa ama' 
 
 ▲iid,0,irbarbniwawi 
 
 Bm aam wad wnr oat o* 
 
 And katt ap Imt hau» 
 
 Bat yartodiV 1 faed to an bar. 
 And, O, aha WM booBla aMl bnw : 
 
 8ha ertad on bar gadaoiaa to gl** her 
 An an o» nd ribboo or twa. 
 
 Ha took, and ha aat down barida her 
 A whaal and a reel tir to ea'; 
 
 «i^Aa,Wa>ltkrwH 
 llMtlwMnarrtadat 
 
 BsttobtaatdowBte 
 And at tt fbr anr to aa' ? 
 
 And «*• to haart raal^d ly a 
 Thart om^ ant« to «Mi 
 
 Than« ba Ittb to pal ha lia «M^ 
 
 OiTiabaMb ' 
 fbraoviatf 
 
 ■m lai«^ ya ha% yoodMt and vlfoar. 
 
 AadwTh 
 Otalnyai tab 
 
 80 than an aaawar ftr a*. 
 
 9i)f em ^fUi^. 
 
 {T— h—wiii<»lr,toth>la— of "Woo-d 
 
 yiyayoanf p iobadoi 
 or WMrtiiKl. a aailTa «r Ajnhtoa. aflarwaida 
 - nlalMrorntf 
 
 Ova Otny waa now thMgr-ds, 
 Thoofh anna nttar nahr dM har aa*. 
 
 And am qoMa «• aoM to tM nanrtad. 
 Haa Uttia or am ihanw mm. 
 
 And Oli^, aft lltfahinf ea thia. 
 
 M cried, Woa he that way to gukk brr ? 
 And out at the door and awm*. m 
 
 Oil. li K not awfii* to thhik 
 I uMgr not be marrlad ava ! 
 
{SCOTTISH SONGS. ^» 
 
 
 No to be married ava, vft Now, lads, if there'i ony anumx w. 
 
 
 No to be married ava ; 
 
 Wad like just upon me to ca'. 
 
 
 Oh, is it not awfti' to tiiink. 
 
 YeU find me no ill to be courted. 
 
 
 I may not be married ava ! 
 
 For shyness I ha'e thrown't awa*. 
 And if ye should want a bit wifie, 
 
 
 For ilka young lass that can brag 
 
 Ye ken to what quarter to draw ; 
 
 
 Of her ha'eing a lover or tvi'a. 
 
 And e'en should we no mak' a bargain, 
 
 
 Will hand out her finger and say. 
 
 Ye'U at least get a kissie or twa. 
 
 
 That body has got nane ava. 
 
 No to be married, &c. 
 
 
 And then when they a' get married. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 While they laugh at auld maids like mysell. 
 
 
 
 For no getting ony ava. 
 
 
 
 No to be married, &c. 
 
 Donald #ilac^ottalD. 
 
 
 Some wives that are wasters o' men. 
 
 
 
 Wear dune naething less than their twa; 
 
 [This was one of the earlle«t •ong* which JAtt u 
 
 
 But this I wad haud as a crime. 
 
 
 
 That ought to be punished by law. 
 
 1803, to the tunc of "Woo'd and married and a'," 
 
 
 For are they no muckle to blame. 
 
 and was long very popuLor. " I once heard th*- 
 
 
 When thus to themsells they tak' a' ? 
 
 song," says the author, "sung in the theatre hi 
 
 
 Ne'er thinking o' mony an auld maid. 
 
 Lancaster, when the singer substituted the fol- 
 
 
 That's no to be married ava. 
 
 lowing lines of his own for the last verse -.— 
 
 
 No to be married, &c. 
 
 * For Jock Bull he is good in a hurry. 
 
 
 But as for the men that get wives— 
 
 An' Sawney is steel to the bane. 
 
 
 E'en though it were some ayont twa. 
 
 An* wee David Welsh is a widdy. 
 
 
 1 think they should aye be respeckit 
 
 An' Paddy will hurkle to nane ; 
 
 
 For helping sae mony awa'. 
 
 They'U a' prove baith sturdy and loyal. 
 
 
 But as for the auld bach 'lor bodies. 
 
 
 
 Their necks every ane 1 could thraw. 
 
 
 
 For what is the use of their lives. 
 
 tJhall ne'er be the last in the fray." fee. 
 
 
 Gin no to be married ava ? 
 
 
 
 No to be married, &c. 
 
 It took exceedingly well, and wa» three timet 
 encored, and there was 1 sitting In the gallery. 
 
 
 Oh, gin I could get but a husband. 
 
 applauding as much as any body. My vanity 
 
 
 E'en though he were never sae sma'. 
 
 
 
 Just gi'e me a husband, I'll tak' him. 
 
 turer that night that I was the author of the 
 
 
 Though scarce like a mannie ava. 
 
 
 
 Come soutor, come tailor, come tinkler. 
 
 and told the landlady that he took me fur a half- 
 
 
 Oh come ony ane o' ye a' ! 
 
 crazed-Scots pedlar."] 
 
 
 Come gi'e me a bode e'er sae little. 
 
 
 
 I'll tak' it and never sae na'. 
 
 My name it is Donald Macdonald— 
 
 
 No to be married, &c. 
 
 I live in the Highlands sae grand ; 
 I've follow'd my banner, and will do. 
 
 
 Come deaf, or come dumb, or come cripple. 
 
 Wherever my Maker baa land. 
 
 
 Wi' ae leg, or nae legs ava. 
 
 When rankit amang the blue bonnets. 
 
 
 Or come ye wi' ae e'e, or nae e'e. 
 
 Nae danger can ffcar me ava ; 
 
 
 I'll tak' ye as ready's wi' twa. 
 
 I ken that my brethren around ma 
 
 
 Come young, or come auld, or come doited. 
 
 Are either to conquer or la*. 
 
 
 Oh come and just tak' me awa' ; 
 
 Brogues, and brochan, and a', 
 
 
 Far better be married to something, 
 
 
 
 Than no to be married ava. 
 
 And is na the laddie weel aff 
 
 
 No to be married, &c. ; 
 
 Wha has broguea,and brochan,at»d «^ 
 
 
(S8 
 
 ■oomsu soNoa. 
 
 Onr fMMdi Mid oar eovatnr to M« 
 
 Worn nMt Um bjr knd or bgr MO. 
 Whmvor A doB b dUoyol, 
 
 Whtrovor oar Hat boo o fco, 
 BvH qukUf Mt Donald MoedoaoM, 
 Wl* hki Blckkadon o* IB o low. 
 Oana, and plitoli. Mid m\ 
 
 PMob, Mid goM, and o' I 
 Bo'il qolckljr wo Donald Maedooald. 
 Wl' goBO, and piatoh, and a*. 
 
 Whai tboogh wo MkooDdH yooBC OMwtta ? 
 
 To taD It I dhuM think iteoMi 
 PuIrM! hoean'toMtaltefolF. 
 
 AndflMten'd< 
 It^tni 
 
 Bat I 
 lladOoofdIot 
 
 Wl'himwol 
 
 Tho iHvt or Uw BmI 10 lolBtei 
 ForahooldlMgroapthop 
 Won non kn<o to I 
 
 JiltwMonv 
 
 H» Kf naj dopon d on 
 
 Wl' hh nigWandinoB all la a 
 
 Kmoo, and olbowo, and a*, 
 
 Klbowo, and kaoH, and i 
 
 if Ronapart* land at Fort-WnUam, 
 
 Attld Earopenaalanffcrahangruw: 
 I laogb when I think bow woU (an him 
 
 Wf boOot, wl' stMl. and wl* otano: 
 Wl* roda o' tho Kfiit and Oorax 
 
 W«11 rmttk blm affftaooorohore. 
 Or lull him aaloop In a ealmie, 
 And ling hbn Loekmber no mont 
 StaoM. and bollrti, and a*. 
 
 Bulkti, and •tann, and a' : 
 Well flnidi tho Conloan calUn 
 Wl' ttanM, and boUeto, and •• 
 
 Tho Gordon la gndo la a haiiji 
 And Ctanpbril li •iHl to tho taM . 
 
 Tho Staart b ttaodj and waaaal I 
 
 ▲ad MO li MaolMd aad Marii^i 
 Aad I, thdr fadi toUhw, MaadoaaM. 
 flail ao«or bo hM» to tho tay. 
 Pi of a M> aad broohaa, aad a*» 
 
 Bnohaa, aad hNcaM^ aad a' I 
 Aad ap wl* tho boMdo btai boaaot. 
 
 rWaimabyTaoxAo SataaaT totiw oMm( 
 arthoakofDaadoo^-aolbaad to tho Aoat 
 MS.) 
 
 Faaa IkM wool, Ihoa boa ah ilvor, 
 
 ■awto'lvavahilbaMlMi 
 All to AiVO laao If fcr ooor. 
 
 T^, ^loa I adfaa, DaadM t 
 
 Oa thy waoM a fliht b ibia*. 
 
 Saddy 00 tho looo to Jaooi 
 
 ■ooM najr trow H b tho dawto' 
 
 Bat I h» thoattoaly bbMhli^ 
 TtoH aaaU w Mm caaM bot 
 
 Lfbo ttqr ipftafi my Mara aio fail 
 1hy» adba i adba, DaadM I 
 
 tBoaaar Waira of Vowoartto— Bon prtefd 
 
 FiBllhab 
 Tot tbo boanb Bodtodtb bMto 
 loswootMitiUtoaMl 
 
 s: 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 69 
 
 Kow bright is summer's beauty ! 
 
 When, Biiiilin' for an' near. 
 The wildest spots o' nature 
 
 Their gayest livery wear : 
 And yellow-cups, an* daisies 
 
 Are spread on ilka lea ; 
 But the bonnie Redesdale lassie 
 
 Mair charming is to me. 
 
 O ! sweet is mellow autumn ! 
 
 When, wide owre a' the plain. 
 Slow waves in rustlin' motion 
 
 The heavy-headed grain ; 
 Or in the sunshine glancin'. 
 
 And rowin' like the sea; 
 Yet the bonnie Redesdale lassie 
 
 Is dearer far to me J 
 
 As heaven itsel', her bosom 
 
 Is free o' fi-aud or guile ; 
 What hope o* future pleasure 
 
 Is centred in her smile ! 
 I wadna lose for kingdoms 
 
 The love-glance o' her e'e ; — 
 ! the bonnie Redesdale lassie 
 
 Is life and a' to me ! 
 
 gjeanie* 
 
 [Composed by the Ettrick Shephfrd, to the 
 tune of " Blue Bonnets over the Border." He 
 aimself says, it was " the most popular love song 
 he ever wrote," but we think he is here mis- 
 Laken.] 
 
 O ! MY lassie, our joy to complete again, 
 
 Meet me again in the gloamin', my dearie ; 
 Low down i' the dell let us meet again, 
 
 ! Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye. 
 Come when the wee bat flits silent an eerie; 
 Come when the pale Cice o' nature looks weary. 
 Love be thy sure defence. 
 Beauty and innocence — 
 () ! Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye. 
 
 Hweetly blows the haw and the rowan-tree, 
 Wild roses speck our thicket sae breerie ; 
 
 fitill, still will our bed in the greenwood be — 
 O . Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye: .-Jft 
 
 Note when tha blackbird o' ringing ktowi wear;. 
 List when the beetle bee's bugle oontc* near ye i 
 Then come with fidry haste. 
 Light foot and beating brea«t — 
 O ! Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye. 
 
 Far, tax will the bogle an' brownie be ; 
 
 Beauty an' truth, they daurna come near it. 
 Kind love is the tie of our unity; 
 
 A' maun love it, and a' maun revere it. 
 Love inak's the sang o' the woodland aae cheerie 
 Love gars a' nature look bonnie that's near ye, 
 Love niak's the rose sae sweet. 
 Cowslip au' violet — 
 ! Jeanie, there's naetliing to fear ye. 
 
 [Written by Joan:«a Baillik, and printed, 
 though probably not for the first time, in t4te 
 Harp of Caledonia, vol. II. published at GIa*(:ow 
 in 1818.J 
 
 Thk gowan glitters on the sward. 
 
 The lav'KX'k 's in the sky. 
 And CoUey on my plaid keep* ward. 
 
 And time is passing bye. 
 Oh, no .' sad an' slow! 
 
 I hear nae welcome sound ; 
 Th.' shadow of our trysUn" bush, 
 
 I I wears sae slowly round ! 
 
 My sheep-bell tinkles tne the west. 
 
 My lambe are bleating near, 
 But still the sound that I lo'e best. 
 
 Alack! I canna hear. 
 
 Oh, no ! sad an' slow ! 
 
 The shadow lingers still ; 
 And like a lanely ghaist I stand, 
 
 And croon upon the hill. 
 
 1 hear below the water roar. 
 
 The mill wl' clackin* din ; 
 And Lucky scolding tne her door. 
 
 To bring the Imlmics in. 
 Oh, no! sud an' slow! 
 
 These are n»e sounds for me ; 
 The shadow of our trj-stln' bush. 
 
 It creeps uie drearily. 
 
I •oil yliMB thm iJMipinan Tkoi. 
 
 BOOmSH BOirOflL 
 
 Andp 
 
 Oh,ao! Mdaa'ilafW! 
 
 n* ttaM It WlBIM pMi , 
 
 TiM dMdow of tluu wMfy tlMrn 
 bMter^MtlMgfMi. 
 
 O now I MM hw «B tfM wagTf 
 Slk^t PMC tta* wHolMa' kaow* t 
 
 DM^ dfanbia* vp th* btowMC^ bcB^~ 
 MyliMrtblaalow*. 
 Oh,noi *tiaa*»! 
 
 Iha*** 
 
 Bl 
 
 Th*- • 
 wm mov* BM BMdr tOI tfrnk. 
 
 My book o' irnkr* I ni try to rMHl, 
 
 Thoofh connM w1' little aklll t 
 Wbm Collcy l»rka 111 rak* ny lm4, 
 
 AndeadhcrootlMhUL 
 Oh.iK>!n4aa'ilow! 
 
 TIm ttaiM will nf'm b* fMW i 
 n* thdMlow or Um trjfMfai' bwk 
 
 bird lite oojrMMMb 
 
 9.tiq^'» flittiu*. 
 
 [Tan Utpt f pathvcl* MOf wm « 
 Wtt.u«M T n nil ITT, fw HMiiij y«an 
 
 ■d»V 
 
 to Um tmm^t-Tma^ O'BiArtr.*'] 
 
 TwA* when tiM waa teal 
 kin. 
 
 AndlfartlnnwMdowtel 
 That Laer ivwVl op hw ww Mat wf hw a* ten. 
 
 And Mt ter aald HMlteCT aad nMboufSMt tfaart 
 For Loey ted mmd la tte gira a' tte i 
 
 Aaotphaa 
 Sort that 
 
 w..dM.adPb7 
 ;waattelkfit^>n 
 
 r tte ttabk when 
 
 Bteht Mir waa Uiklnd teart, tte flittla' toMi 
 
 Fki* y wmI, LwOMpM* Jam!*, and tan la; 
 
 Tte gattefia* tidVtriokkd Aim era* hii t>. 
 
 tedbwattodimter» 
 BohtttelMrtoter*^ 
 
 8te gaad hj tte ttabk whcrt Jamlt wa«ttaaafai*i 
 
 A« down tte hon-dd* dM caHl alow wl* tte mtUa*. 
 
 F)u«fB wmI, Laogrl was Ote blidii aaac t 
 Ete teard tte erawMjlBt, hlghon tte ti«e rfttin'. 
 
 A n«l rubin waa efalrptn t tte brown leant amang. 
 
 Oh. what k*t tte» pMi ay P^ baart IB a tettfr^ 
 And what fBialte«an«MM aa «Nllaav«» 
 
 If I wMBa aMlid ta te ai7 teClv. 
 Than «ha»^ M wWi aaf te«w to te ? 
 
 I'm JwtHte a iHMBia tha* taM llr^rillMri 
 
 I ftar I te> ttet ar piHr teart attegllter. 
 Kaa wondar tte tMB ftk* aa bat ftaa «r a^ 
 
 Wl' ttenatoraqrdMal te> nm-d op tte ffbtea. 
 
 Tte boaala Mas ilbhaa that Jania fa^a MMi 
 Toatraan. wtett te faM b>% and aw I waa 
 
 t hat Fhat ya w«rl. 
 
 Ill acvar Ibtyrt tte 1 
 ThM^ aowtealdi 
 
 It aata aa 1 ailUia iiiaM ipa>, tear, aoraw i 
 Sa aoald naa agr aalr hat jnal, fhia y waa). 
 Lacyl 
 Tat Ikaft I wn afaid mi tte itey that I daa. 
 
 aawwteaHadroakH* 
 
 atara'daaddtelooklt, 
 
 M ate wad aaar bmOt 
 
 (tea! 
 
 A«« waal a^ te paat a« tte kai* a* tte bara I 
 
 Sa^a 
 
 tain 8Kfl)lltrb«nu 
 
 tTaia ttiwIlBg dk^ waa at ana tfaa any 
 
 at Falklrfc la 1788^) 
 
 TasUlideria«B^ 
 
 Walk 
 Aadby 
 
 ** Want not i^aiaat tte hiw. 
 X wad tak* har to ay ate ted. 
 And lay ter nriat tte wa*.** 
 
 Andyoaa 
 Kind air, now, Ifyva ptaMa: 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 71 
 
 The supper bell it will be rung. 
 
 And I'll be missed awa' ; 
 Sae I winna lie in your l)ed. 
 
 Either at stock or wa'." 
 
 He says, " My pretty lady, 
 
 I pray, lend me your hand. 
 And ye'll ha'e drums and trumpets 
 
 Always at your command ; 
 A.nd fifty men to guard you with. 
 
 That well their swords can draw ; 
 Sae we'se baith lie in ae bed. 
 
 And ye'se lie neist the wa'." 
 
 " Haud awa' frae me," she said, 
 
 "And pray let gae my hand : 
 The supper bell it will be rung , 
 
 I can nae langer stand ; « 
 
 My father he will angry'be. 
 
 Gin I be missed awa'; 
 Sae I'll nae lie in your bed. 
 
 Either at stock or wa'." 
 
 Then said the pretty lady, 
 
 " I pray tell me your name ?'* 
 " My name is Captain Wedderbuni, 
 
 A servant to the king. 
 Though thy father and his men were here, 
 
 O' them I'd have nae awe; 
 But wad tak' you to my ain bed, 
 
 ■Vnd lay you neist tlie wa'." 
 
 He licbtit affhis milk-white steed. 
 
 And set this lady on ; 
 And, a' the way he walked on foot. 
 
 He held her by the haud. 
 He held her by the middle jimp. 
 
 For fear that she should fa'. 
 To tak' her to his ain bed, 
 
 And lay her neist the wa'. 
 
 He took her to his lodging-house ; 
 
 His landlady looked ben ; 
 Bays, " Mony a pretty lady 
 
 In Edinbruch I've seen ; 
 But sic a lovely face as thine 
 
 In it I never saw, 
 Gae mak' her down a (}own-bed, 
 
 And lay her at the wa'." 
 
 *• O haud away frae me," she says ; 
 
 " I pray you let me be ; 
 I winna gang to your bed, 
 
 Till ye dress me dishes three 
 
 Pishes three ye maun dreM vat. 
 
 Gin 1 should eat them a'. 
 Afore that I lie in your bed. 
 
 Either at stock or wa*. 
 
 It's ye maun get to my supper 
 
 A cherry without a stane ; 
 And ye maun get to my supper 
 
 A chicken without a bane ; 
 And ye maun get to my supper 
 
 A bird without a ga' ; 
 Or I winna lie in your bed. 
 
 Either at stock or wa'." 
 
 " It's when the cherry is in the blume, 
 
 I'm sure it has nae stane ; 
 And when the chicken's in the egg, 
 
 I wat it has nae bane ; 
 And, sin' the flood o' Noah, 
 
 The doo she had nae ga' ; 
 Sae we'll baith lie in ae bed. 
 
 And ye'se lie neist the wa'." 
 
 *' O haud your tongue, young man," she tkjt, 
 
 " Nor that gate me perplex ; 
 For ye maun tell me questions yet. 
 
 And that is questions six ; 
 Questions six ye'll tell to me. 
 
 And that is three tiroes tw«. 
 Afore I lie in your bed. 
 
 Either at stock or wa'. 
 
 What's greener than the greenest gnm ? 
 
 What's hicher than the trees? 
 AV bat's waur nor an ill woman's wish f 
 
 What's deeper than the seas ? 
 TV hat bird sings first ? and whereupon 
 
 First doth the dew down la' ? 
 Ye sail tell afore I lay me doun. 
 
 Either at stock or wa'." 
 
 " Vergris is greener than the grass ; 
 
 Heaven's hicJier than the trees ; 
 The dell's waur not a woman's wi»h ; 
 
 Hell's deeper than the seas ; 
 T%e cock crows first ; on cedar tap 
 
 The dew down first doth Ik' ; 
 Sae we'll baith lie in ae bed. 
 
 And ye'se lie neist tlM wa'." 
 
 " O haud your tongue, young man," she •ys, 
 
 "And gl'e your fleechin' ower ; 
 Unless ye find me ferlies. 
 And that is ferllos fourj 
 
72 
 
 FwnM KNff yt iBwn and tntf 
 And that is twa and twn : 
 
 Or 111 ne««r U« in your bed. 
 Either at •totik or wa*. 
 
 It** ft tnaan get to me a ptaa 
 That in Deeember grew ; 
 
 And y naan get a allk maatrf. 
 That waft WM ne^ytf C 
 
 A epaiion'e hen { a prieM ■■nra* 
 Tliie night to join oa t«mi 
 
 Or m nae lie In fowr bed. 
 
 Thatlal 
 My motfMT haa a* Isdhui fomn. 
 That waft «M MW aaM tlWMf<> I 
 * alia 
 
 ■ObTTISBtoa 
 
 It Oh 
 
 And twm arw the aeh 9^ ktaRi 
 Aod ]f« ■ten flM ihai tt>. 
 
 The prim, h«^g 
 
 JostrM^ytoe 
 
 VaenaaoBBM 
 
 f«llhadoar. 
 
 lleoiito^lftdMAk*! 
 8ae well lerfth Be la w tal. 
 And y«rn He MM Mm «»•." 
 
 • tl'teaawMlelH 
 
 l^rMb If that her ttppanjr chMwe in 1 
 W« tak* a rrfe Mw art, aai eat ■ 
 
 I thialt,abl]rthcrtwa( 
 ▲ad they baith !le la ae bed, 
 AadaheUaaektthewa*. 
 
 f'Tiira,'* mj* Burnt, "te perhaps tl* flnt 
 tottle-soog that erer was eompaeed." Itappiws 
 b RamMy's Tca-ThW* Misas|laay, whera U is 
 cnarlwd as an (dd so^] 
 
 Wrbx I ha'e a saxpenee and* ay thoom. 
 Then I get credit in ilka tooai 
 Uut, aye when I'm pair they bU me (aag by, 
 Ohtporertarpartsgndeoompaitjl ^ 
 
 r a^ I Iqr «•«■ t* *•»» 
 
 Airf •!• whea w« wahMM ere «miih than dnr. 
 What thlakyao^mjr wee kkBflMraad I? 
 
 ■ e^ve iiyv He gade^kaaiuar^ waea waella* yuw 
 
 So^Ur' )(tme. 
 
 HowswWp— rdtheaiialnaathnawofaeMghti 
 The p iper f h <f < liiiii^, thawMle hara^ bright; 
 ▲ad Uak^ hi aif haad «aa«M maldea ae dear, 
 ▲a she teiii «M tear hi iMr hoBdiV fMr- 
 
 Woe b me, and oaa H th«a he. 
 
 _ I 
 
 We aMt «l the idr, wa «H at the Idrlc, 
 
 We mrt hi the saaiWM^ aad met hi the mbh: 
 
 Aad «ba Maadi of h« voiee, aad the bUniu of 
 
 hereea. 
 
 lag aad Bft «f aqr h 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 At bridal and infare I've braced me wi* pride ; 
 
 The hrtue I ha'e won, and a kiss o' the biide ; 
 
 And loud was the laughter gay fellows among, 
 
 When 1 utter'd my banter and chorus'd my song. 
 Bowie to dree are jesting and glee, 
 "When poverty parts gude conipanie. 
 
 Wherever I gaed the biythe lasses smiled sweet, 
 And mithers and aunties were niair than discreet. 
 While liebljuck and bicker were set on the board; 
 l>ut now they pass by me, and never a word. 
 
 So let it be, for tiie worldly and slie 
 
 W'i' poverty keep nae companie. 
 
 "^fiz ^©tum^. 
 
 [Writtkn and sung to the tuife of " Todlin' 
 Hame," by Archibald Cochrane, a well-known 
 eccentric character in Glasgow, who died some 
 years, back. The song is supposed to be the ditty 
 of a road-mender, and honest John's antipathy 
 to steam -boats may be accounted for from the 
 fact, that when they were introduced on the 
 Clyde, many of the roads to the western coast 
 became deserted, and the road-maker's avocation, 
 of course, either altogether or partially dispensed 
 with in these localities.] 
 
 Contented wi' Maggie, how biythe ha'e I been. 
 This seventeen towmonds we've met aye at e'en ; 
 Though whiles we fa' out, yet we quickly agree, 
 A kiss turns the difference 'tween Maggie and me. 
 Though steam-boats are against us we maunna 
 
 complain. 
 For our twa bits o' totums are todlin' their lane. 
 
 Nae bills I've to pay, nor nae heart-racking fyke. 
 But to cairney up stancs, at the side of the dyke ; 
 I'm pleased to see them break, and the vivid 
 
 sparks fly. 
 But gloom at the steam -boats as they're passing by. 
 But tho* they're against me I maunna compkiin. 
 For my twa bits o' totums are todlin' their lane. 
 
 So I'll sing " Captain Glen," wi' a heart fu' o' glee, 
 A nd be join'd by tlie mavis that sings on yon tree ; 
 It warbles sae sweet, makes my hammer stand still, 
 A' join in the tune, e'en the wee wimpling rill. 
 Steam-boats may afflict me, but I'll ne'er com- 
 plain. 
 For my twa bits o' totums are todlin' tiieir lan«. -j 
 
 ? 
 
 i So sang honest John, na be ipUnter'd a ■tam. 
 Till twa bairns wi' bis breakfast cam' todlin' their 
 
 lane; 
 They cam' todlin' their lane, arms round itbsr s* 
 
 fkin. 
 And the twa bits o* totums cam' todlin' their Ian* 
 They cam' todlin' their lane, arms round ither so 
 
 fain. 
 And the twa bits o' totums cam' todlin' tbdr lao*. 
 
 " Hey, daddy dear, here's your parritcb quite liet, 
 Mam struck Jock wi' the spurtle for scarting the 
 
 pat," 
 " Whisht, baimie," says he, and bis bonnet be 
 
 raised, 
 Look'd up to the sky, while the Giver he praised : 
 Leaves a soup to the dog, hands the cog back 
 
 again. 
 And the twa bits o' totums gaed todlin' hame. 
 
 The sun it looks biythe, o'er Coirlick sae hie, 
 I'll meet my ain wife, wi' the smile in her e'e ; 
 She'll ha'e Jean at her fit, and Tarn in her lap. 
 And she'll toddle to meet me, when I'm at tb« 
 
 slap. 
 Collie's bark welcomes me to a clean hearth stane. 
 Where my twa bits o' totums gsvng todlin their 
 
 lane. 
 
 [A PRODUCTiow of Dr. Ai.kxa.xdkr Gkddps. 
 The Lewis Gordon alluded to was third son to tfa« 
 duke of Gordon. He declared for prince Charles on 
 the rising in 1745, and was afterwards attainted, 
 but escaped to France, where he died in 17iM.J 
 
 O 9KND Lewie Gordon hame. 
 And the lad I diiurna name ; 
 Though his back be at the wa'. 
 Here's to him that's ha awa' ! 
 
 Ochon, my HighlandmanI 
 
 O my bonnie Highlandman ! 
 
 Weel would I my true love ken, 
 
 Amang ten thousand Uiglilandmen. 
 
 O ! to see his tartan trews. 
 Bonnet blue, and laigh-heel'd shoM. 
 Philabcg .\boon his knee ! 
 That's the lad that I'll gang »i*. 
 Ochon, &c. 
 
aOOTTISB aOUGS. 
 
 Thb 1a«47 ymrth «r whom I iln«, 
 btttidfcrtebcaklBffi 
 On bk bnMt te wMa a fllwi 
 TeoM tak* hte te tlw to< of war. 
 
 ^ AllM<4^DiUa ««■ a 
 
 O ! to M» tUi pHafl^jr OM 
 SMtod OB a rajral tliroa* • 
 DteflM* a' woaM dkappcar: 
 Thaa teglas th* jabiM jraar. 
 
 H^tmntl atUi :f loti. 
 
 I ^ar kaaidwy»MiiMiMa«tbt« 
 
 DAaa loawn th» Bighl «%r tha «««• Man 
 Tin mod nqr ■tonriag flM dMfM atali 
 AUmI norBntarMtoiwWtir ' 
 
 • toMiPtaaBaa 
 
 FoTHttOB joaa 
 O'mrC 
 
 ▲adthBto««r«arfl 
 Wheat W m m mm m mm 
 
 AOta-a-IMt to Irii wBOtag ha 
 iMOMUHrdWMhid. 
 TWttecMttoari 
 
 SdJinSSliriiSrill^flriljr tWairraaifRMaiAaamtA* AmafiiaM 
 
 iiaterlMl'«ad>ta«lMkailli^loa«i«ar. Maf kr Aaciyr.j 
 dto vttk our Ooaari. aad iMaa Mai ■• aara. 
 
 I'd 
 
 W1en-B«t)ale. 
 
 [Bora la Sir WALTaa SeoTf^ ponoT* Rokikf ."] 
 AiA8ii*A<DAUi hai ao ftool tar Iwntihifc 
 
 AllMmMlate has oo Into te tho 4ilaali« I 
 Toft AOm-a'dato hat lad foM to «iM wtoatng. 
 
 Aad taO no tbo enft oTbold AOMKa-Dalo. 
 
 ThobawttofBai— iiiiilhptanoMlaprtdo, 
 And ho Tlowa hk domataa apoa Aitteihdo Mo, 
 Tho OMM fbr hh aot, and tbo huab Ibr hli funo, 
 Tho dhaw flBT tho wild, and tiM park tir tho tamo : 
 TH tho fUb of tito laka, aad tho dMT or tho VBlo, 
 Am iMi fMO to kird Dam* thaa ABoa-a-Dalo. 
 
 0, 04 V la «ko hM «r MM hnaii Mao OM ? 
 Bv Ml* li *a svartMl thaft owr «ao «<■• 
 Hot oho* ■■ tho PM It, bat fttohOT. I «ooa«- 
 HM^i tkt laorital bMrto that ttrlpi aa Iho tvHB. 
 Tho hooM or air tooo li totow M tho vaOv. 
 
 ■o tho waadiftaff boot 
 or flonaM to that ipoft that to MA. 
 lo tho OMdd ttoU I toML wt* tho boMlo Mat ooo. 
 O taw )fo tho Mm, fta. 
 
 aighftoooi 
 
 lowo hv oat to tho gita. 
 
 m Kr ft«n tho «ortd% flilio and vaahhtat iBoao, 
 To mj dtar on*, tht bm wl' tho boaalt Maoatau 
 O aiv jt tho hM^ to. 
 
OF THE 
 
 IVERSITY 
 
 OF 
 
 SCOTTiaH SONGS. mm 
 
 [Written to an old Highland strathspey, called John o* Badenyon, by the Rev. John Sii(jiji«ii. I 
 
 When first I came to be a man, of twenty years, or so, 
 
 I thought myself a handsome youth, and fain the world would know : 
 
 In best attire I stept abroad, with spirits brisk and gay ; 
 
 And here, and there, and every where, was like a morn in May. 
 
 No care I had, no fear of want, but rambled up and down ; 
 
 And for a beau I might have pass'd in country or in town: 
 
 I still was pleased where'er I went ; and, when I was alone, 
 
 I tuned my pipe, and pleased myself wi' John o' liudenyon. 
 
 Now in the days of youthful prime, a mistress I must find ; 
 For love, they say, gives one an air, and ev'n improves the mind : 
 On Phillis fair, above the rest, kind fortune fix'd mine eyes ; 
 Her piercing beauty struck my heart and she became my choice. 
 To Cupid, now, with hearty prayer, I offer'd many a vow. 
 And danced and sung, and sigh'd and swore, aa other lovers do; 
 But when at last I breathed my flame, I found her cold as stone— 
 I left the girl, and tuned my pipe to John o' Badenyon. 
 
 When love had thus my heart beguiled with foolish hopes and vnin. 
 
 To friendship's port I steer'd my course, and laugh'd at lovers' pain . 
 
 A friend I got by lucky chance — 'twas something Uke divine ; 
 
 An honest friend's a precious gift, and such a gift was mine. 
 
 And now, whatever may betide, a happy man was I, 
 
 In any strait I knew to whom I freely might apply. 
 
 A strait soon came ; my friend I tried — he laugh'd, and spurn 'd my mutin ; 
 
 i hied me home, and tuned my pipe to John o' Badenyon. 
 
 I thought I should be wiser next, and would a patriot torn, 
 Began to doat on Juhme Wilkes, and cry'd up parson Home ; 
 Their noble spiint I admir'd, and praised their noble zeal, 
 Who had, with flaming tongue and pen, maintain'd the public weaL 
 But, e'er a month or two had pass'd, 1 found myself betray'd ; 
 •Twas Self and Party, after all, for all the stir they made. 
 At last I saw these factious knaves insult the very throne ; 
 I cursed them all, and tuned my pipe to John o' Badenyon. 
 
 What next to do I mused a while, still hoping to succeed ; 
 
 I pitch'd on books for company, and gravely tried to read : 
 
 I bought and borrowed every where, and studied night and diiy, 
 
 Nor miss'd what dean or doctor wrote, that happen 'd in my way. 
 
 Philosophy 1 now esteem 'd the ornament of youth. 
 
 And careftiUy, through many a page, I hunted after truth : 
 
 A thousand various schemes I tried, and yet was pleased with none ; 
 
 X threw them by, and tuned my pipe to John o' Badenyon. 
 
 And now, ye youngsters everywhere, who wish to nmke a show. 
 
 Take heed in time, nor vainly hope for happiness below ; 
 
 What you may fancy pleasure here is but an empty name ; 
 
 And girls, and friends, and books iilso, you'll find them all the s.ime. 
 
70 scornsH soikml 
 
 Tbm tm afiTMBd, snd wamiaf tskt ft«B iwll • BMM M SMI 
 
 I'm oiMHr pop* nor cvAbMl, oar «M Of kH^ d^(rH t 
 Yow*! wwi r W i pl— ! ■ gtwy iHiwt tibm 4q m I hsv* «m»~ 
 X*«a ttHM fpw pipt, aad piMW imfwlf wttk Jute aT V m Umimu 
 
 Vjftf 8Bff SRifuUf . 
 
 rw'srrm bf Dr. Aluavvhi Qm— , » OiIIipIIi itmtfmmm, amt wm >■>■■ >y Mi teMWIrti— •! 
 Um BIbte and polnnlml writtii«k Dr. 0«da««ai bam tai thtWBB^arBMffla ITV.Mid aSatefc^ 
 w>priwtfcrwwwUyi»t«4iita»tp«m<f<iW— HiafHwrtia* Ba taMrtj irttM to Lantfo^, 
 whan ha dkd to latai AoMnalrarUaUftinHfiMklHAIyJatoillMaaOoodtolMi] 
 
 TnmaiaM ft «ia Ml wltoldik «w aaariie *M Ika Mr, 
 Bad got • «w Mt dnippvUa, tfMt M«i kv SMlMa f»i«t 
 It tMi atoal Ika wlfla^ tatft, Mrf aba hifMi to ipaw, 
 O ! qoa^ tlM «aa wttkMat I «kh 1 Mmm lb«. 
 
 I »1ab I btam ft*, qw^ tka, I wWiI Mmm •»• 
 
 Oh 1 «w tt« «w wMiMa^ 1 «Mi 1 Mmm te. 
 
 ir«< 
 
 Balll la «•«• Md HA* a Mp totov «■! I fM 
 nttli« allha ^^ihMMa. aad tohhv ar har ai^ 
 B!r aam a paatoaaa laddla «r a BMto paifc. 
 
 Wf a Uttia paak, qaar iha. «r a Itlla pa*. 
 
 Bjr — afBiilmnii toddtowfalwtopaah. 
 
 Ha-a to^ hv pMw aad a* har ptodtoi and iMl a«i«' ha laa t 
 
 Oh 1 taar iha «aa vMMda, 1Mb li aaa MM. 
 TMa la aaa ■«, faar Aa, tUi b aaa M* 
 8aaaaho4r haa haaa Mik« Mk and iMa li ■■• Mb 
 
 Aad aMB, W thb ha llMaahli, tfwaa phiiito iMala liT ga 
 BM I wOl kwk iha panto a«*a. aaa Rto Iha aaavla bat'- 
 Thva^ aalthar pv«» Bor ptoak ahaat aal-tHa la aaa SMk 
 TMalaBaaaM,*a. 
 
 I haaa a mtto howakto. tort aad a htodly mui t 
 ▲ dag^tkayefhtoiDaaariaMai If iMa to ow hall towa t 
 And Joaaato, ball eeaia to Iha daor, and Madly ««leotna gf t . 
 And a* «ha tadrna aa tha flaoa^haad win daMa If thto ha ma. 
 nibiaaaama^Jta. 
 
 Tha algkt «aa toto, aad daat oat WHI, aad ak bat tt «M dMk t 
 Tba doggto kaard a bodTi Iboi. and ha bafaa to bark. 
 Ub whan aha haaid tba doatW torfc. and kMoln' n «M tov 
 Oh waal kaa yt, Poooria, quo* *a. thia la aaa ma. 
 Thb la oar ia», itc 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 When Johnnie heard his Bessie's word, fast to the door he ran ; 
 Is that you, Bessukie ? — Wow na, man ! 
 Be kind to the bairns a', and weel mat ye be ; 
 And fkreweel, Johnnie, quo' she, this is nae me J 
 This is nae me, &c. 
 
 John ran to the minister, his hair stood a' on end, 
 I've gotten sic a fright. Sir, I fear I'll never mend ; 
 My wife's come hame without a head, crjing out most piteonsly. 
 Oh fareweel, Johnnie, quo' she, this is nae me ! 
 This is nae me, &c. 
 
 The tale you tell, the parson said, is wonderful to me, 
 How that a wife without a head could speak, or hear, or see I 
 But things that happen hereabout, so strangely alter'd lie, 
 That I could maist wi' Bessie say, 'tis neither you nor she. 
 Neither you nor she, quo' he, neither you nor she. 
 Wow na, Johnnie man, tis neither you nor she. 
 
 Now Johnnie he cam' hame again, and oh ! but he wa* fain. 
 To see his Uttle Bessukie come to hersel' again. 
 He got her sitting on a stool, wi' Tibbuck on her knee : 
 Oh I come awa', Johnnie, quo' she, come awa* to ine. 
 For I've got a nap wi' Tibbuckie, and this is now me. 
 This is now me, quo' she, this is now me, 
 I've got a nap wi' Tibbuckie, and this is now me. 
 
 ContemtclJ toi* littk* 
 
 [Written by Burns to the tune of " Lumiw o' Padding."] 
 
 Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair. 
 Whene'er I forgather wi' sorrow and care, 
 1 gi'e them a skelp, as they're creepin' alang, 
 Wi' a cog o' gude swats, and an auld Scottish sang. 
 
 I whyles claw the elbow o' troublesome thought. 
 
 But man is a sodger, and life is a faught : 
 
 My mirth and gude humour are coin in my pouch. 
 
 And my freedom's my lairdship nae monarch dare touch. 
 
 A towmond o' trouble, should that be my fa', 
 A night o' gude fellowship southers it a' : 
 Wien at the blythe end o' our journey at last, 
 Wha the deil ever thinks o' the road he has past ? 
 
 Blind chance, let her snapper and stoyte on her way ; 
 Be't to me, be't frac me, e'en let the jade gae : 
 Come ease, or come travail ; come pleasure, or pain. 
 My warst word is—" Welcome i and welcome again. 
 
 77 
 
78 
 
 80UTTISU 801I0& 
 
 ?$er Nsnif . 
 
 • ^ IiMVMt«lidMl*ba«t«fM« 
 
 t WOOldlt tlMM lMtP« BM 
 
 (Mraie by Mr. J« 
 litre Ant printed.] 
 
 Hn wuiM ! oh, h 
 toteU? 
 Ab DO i from this 
 Whieh ehMn it at •ratng and sliidi H M nwm, 
 flowed b7 Ufct OMW tk dtamaiid aad lonu 
 A nanM whleh k ainllght and ■eoslfh* «• Bib 
 111 iMwUMttothtBlfktwIadttataotaBlDtkM. 
 
 Thatn 
 
 i>IA>ntMwh th i ■■■■ > ■! 
 
 Mi»B«iy, 
 
 And Itot tm I hev th« ^«d < 
 And, oft M It rlee*» the mA mntid biMM 
 8h«n wmft It awv thnMfh the tadl IbTHt ti 
 TiU Unneta and thnidMs, iMVliM bgr the tiMOM, 
 BhiOl ristf like th* 1^ 01^ h«ud «k«ii 
 
 -\rbAt joyoM deUgbt. la tho mhs cfiri^r iteda. 
 To bMT tho lorM nauM warblad tfMa IhroaCli «ha 
 
 Twfll ftaal o'er mj bntai Oka tha 
 
 •Ir, 
 %Vbrn kaiad wttb fmtmmtt 
 
 T«t, ladj. antU'et thai m* akjr h«fft, 
 Thiirirthaa woold'M UA platarM thv*. 
 
 My wMMt^ heart pariMps iMd |H 
 BeM eparM Uw paagi of thk adlM • 
 
 taoMorthe iW«« cracratloa ol 
 NUria iMMa." i^ Caft. Ca<ai> 
 Quit, M, iU-^Um ftm prtBlid.] 
 
 yaM«UatlH«a«hHftd 
 Wadlhoah«lhaav 
 
 Tha d«tf wordei but ah. I'U oat leO 
 
 aanw I W. O. B. 
 
 tkialMrn DMilibiii— hiawBiiai 
 
 AMytwt^mmpikrtmt. 
 
 SSilt t^ott rrmfmbn bu. I Ba«ZtoJ?ih!irlSl 
 
 [Patbics Mabwbu., adMor af Mia 
 PorttaalWorto. Toaa, ** Good alfht, aad jay ba 
 •rl* y a'.**— Here f 
 
 Pabbwsu. ! aad, when I'm hr away* 
 
 O mj, wUt thoa re man a bw dm, 
 'Whan IhToar'd fHande and flwee fiif 
 
 Their •ool'i pare taM«sa teadar thM ?— 
 When an arooad aia glad tiM while. 
 
 And giorj in thy kwa ih w t-~ 
 When ercry heart ahaO own thjr ■an* 
 
 It! pvoodaet aim-He hifheat bllM/ 
 
 TlUeinay notbt: thoaknow^naaoti 
 A wmnd*rer on U1^ wvary road; 
 
 Yet wUl I bkae mj hnppy lot 
 That led ma to thy lov'd aboda. 
 
 fWrtAiAM Mnxn af fltonnw.— Haw 
 
 I aAD a drean o^ tthar daiib 
 
 A elnkei dreaas o'>y. 
 It earn* like MaahlBe thfOi«k a ilad 
 
 Lifc^ dark «o«B tad 
 
SUOTTISH SONGS. 79 
 
 
 It came when I was sick at heart. ^ Your tackle mount, my gallant heart.. 
 
 
 And sleepless was mine e'e. 
 
 With mmnow, Hy, or roe. 
 
 
 Wlien luve was fause, an' wily tongues 
 
 It is best from the west, 
 
 
 Turn'd frien' to enemie. 
 
 While the gentle breezes blow. 
 
 
 1 thocht a saft han* lay in mine. 
 
 Old Scotland holds the cataract 
 
 
 A sriia' waist in my arm. 
 
 Among her mountains steep. 
 
 
 A wee heart beatin'— throbbin' fast 
 
 With streaming rills, and sleepy pools. 
 
 
 Wi' love an' life-bluid warm. 
 
 Where trout and salmon leap. 
 Then mount the line, my gallant hearts, 
 
 
 In quiet streams I've seen fair flowers 
 
 The bills are clear of snow ; 
 
 
 Kkl 'neath the bank they grew. 
 
 Fling bait in the spate. 
 
 
 t^ae in her deep blue een I read 
 
 ^^'hile the gentle breezes blow. 
 
 
 Flower-thochts o' various hue. 
 
 The spirit of old anglers gone 
 
 
 0, dinna look sae kind, Willie, 
 
 WUl rise with every cast, 
 
 
 Orelsewi'joy I'Udee, 
 
 And cheer us 'neath the summer sun 
 
 
 An' dinna read my heart, Willie, 
 
 Or winter's angry blast. 
 
 
 Wi' thae lang lucks o' your e'e. 
 
 Where old John Foster fish'd so well. 
 To Birgham Dub, we'll go. 
 
 
 A maiden's heart should be, Willie, 
 
 And try with the fly. 
 
 
 A sacred thing to men. 
 
 While the gentle breezes blow. 
 
 
 Its workings in an hour o' joy 
 
 
 
 Man-body ne'er can ken. 
 
 The fame of Carham's angling stream 
 WiU only higher rise. 
 
 
 The flower that in the shade wad live 
 
 While Scott can wield a sahnon rod. 
 
 
 Will wither in the sun,— 
 
 Or Carse can dress such flies. 
 
 
 An' joy may work on maiden-heart 
 
 Tweed's been their glory, they her pride, 
 
 
 What grief wad ne'er lia'e done. 
 
 Then let her waters flow 
 To the fame of their name. 
 
 
 The marrin' o' a melody— 
 
 While the gentle breezes blow. 
 
 
 The stoppin' o' a stream— 
 
 
 
 A sudden lapse in sunny licht— 
 
 
 
 The burstin* o' a dream. 
 
 
 
 I woke— and on my glassy een 
 
 ^ume. 
 
 
 The paley moonbeam shone : 
 
 
 Speak on, I cried,— speak on, but, lo! 
 
 
 
 The weel kent voice was gone ! 
 
 [John Mitchkli. of Paisley.— Here first printed. ] 
 
 My hame ! I w.adna lea' my hame. 
 Rough though the biggin be. 
 
 
 £iM^% <S©^S> 
 
 To live amid a blaze o' fame. 
 
 For what is fame to me ! 
 In life's gay morn, wi' lightsome tread. 
 
 
 'W. A. Fo'THR, formerly of Coldstream, after- 
 
 I roved the groves amang. 
 
 
 wards of Glasgow. Tune, *' Ye mariners of Eng- 
 
 Where, still at e'en, I lay my head 
 
 
 land." Here first printed.] 
 
 To list ilk wee bird's sang. 
 
 
 Ye fishermen of Scotland, 
 
 And I have seen in lordly ha' 
 
 
 Who love the stream and pool, 
 
 The fair and gay convene. 
 
 
 Whose haunts are by the river side. 
 
 Where wTeathed smiles chased care awa'. 
 
 
 Among tlie shadow's cool . . 
 
 I And love seera'd nature's queer ; ' 
 
 
80 
 
 ■oornsa 801IWL 
 
 Bat,0! vyhMm,«ylMBnM«^BW, 
 WhHMW 1 theofht of th«, 
 
 Tbe wimtlMd •naite, Um mlaatnrk tamw 
 Wm a' liovfot by m«> 
 
 ■m jM. theagh Ml oqr had Ite MAW* 
 
 O* Ttan* bafint t0 Mnl, 
 ToathH Joy* ■cm mil* wifhtai «h» «m^ 
 
 O* ay «•» angr bW. 
 ▲ad ttM^ to ma MM I 
 
 
 AfUnrBowOTtob 
 Thiui »^ ji— id Bi l M lwf hy. 
 
 And, I 
 
 And I wiU trai thM wwl. 
 And biMi, who* I te^ Mb, tiM b 
 
 TtaMt s»Tt ^M to «y btaL 
 My bMM, nay hna*, oqr ate dMi 
 
 Wha wad tha Mtfta ka*. 
 
 Ote ya frt a hddte ttet^ hwtac as* Ma. 
 YaTlwlAyamayawrlHailMglmfbli 
 
 maf*^mffor#diufCDI)srI{e. 
 
 [Taa aathor of llUi i 
 
 I «•> WnxtAM OtMM, a Mrtlva <f ObHfaw* 
 
 — UawMkrMBMpMlBdar 
 
 rtekbaatlwd^.batldi 
 Hythapotf toa» n — > 
 
 [Auz. Lai— aflfciiila,] 
 
 An* O, oiay I B«f«r Kv* itafla agate— 
 I wiah loaayaavwUvaitegliafyai 
 I ha"* a gmtoman, aa' a kaaw tt agr ate, 
 Aa* O, may I atw Iha ilagb i«ida. 
 I>» twm boaal* balHM Um idnat oTa*. 
 Tbay ofawr ap aiy heart wbaa UmIt 
 
 awa'; 
 !*«• aa* a» nay IboC, and X» aa* oa oqr fe 
 
 At glaamte* tlMlr daddlt MBM te ft 
 The bUnk la hisa'*, aa* tha amOa oo hto brow, 
 Sayi, ** how ara ya, laaria, O, how ara ya a*. 
 An' howli tha waa bodtaa ala' I gada awa' ?" 
 He ainga V tha a'aala' Ai' ehaary aa' gay- 
 He tella C the tott an' tha aawa & tha day: 
 The twa boanla lammtea ha talCa oa hla knee. 
 An' bUnka o^M tha ingi* fte' eoathia to taa. 
 
 O bappy*a tha flUhar thafi happy at haoM— 
 An- btytha iatha mltter that** Myth* o' tha aama; 
 Tha oaiaa C tha warid thay'lbariM to dna— 
 The warid ia naathhig to Johnny an' bm. 
 
 aB**, foar OImI UUm oap of Ub. WkU* al 
 Tiy««rth Obatia, «Im Mar^ali of BnadatbaM 
 had ciWigad Mr. WBaoa. Um toMniad vonalM, 
 to ateg batoa kar Mi^Mr* ▲ Hit «r tka aaagi 
 
 Aa* ay* tha o^areooM tr hi* ang 
 Waa *« Wa*% ma fcr Pttea* Charila r 
 
 Ohiwhaalh 
 ThatMHOi 
 
 YW w*d 1 laiod Piten C^rite. 
 
1 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. g| 
 
 
 Quoth I, " My bird, my bonnie bonnie bird, ^ For low shall riiany a proud head lie. 
 
 
 
 Is that a sang ye bon-ow. 
 
 And eyes be dim now sparkling clear ; 
 
 
 
 Are these some words ye've learnt by heart. 
 
 A nd severed many a tender tie 
 
 
 
 Or a lilt o' dool an' sorrow?" 
 
 Ere time revolve the infant year. 
 
 
 
 " Oh ! no no no," the wee bird sang, 
 
 memory ! when my mind looks o'er 
 
 
 
 " I've flown sin' mornin' early. 
 
 Thy records, often fall my tears. 
 
 
 
 But sic a day o' wind and rain— 
 
 For friends long lost, and vanish'd joys— 
 
 
 
 Oh ! wae's me for Prince Charlie ! 
 
 For loves and hopes of bygone years! 
 
 
 
 " On hills that are, by right, his ain 
 
 But why despond ? sure 'tis unwise 
 
 
 
 He roves a lanely stranger. 
 
 To damp our present bliss with fear; 
 
 
 
 On every side he's press'd by want. 
 
 When Heaven commands we must depart. 
 
 
 
 On every side is danger; 
 
 And farewell bid life's fleeting year. 
 
 
 
 Yestreen I met him in a glen, 
 
 And now, my friends, may fav'riiig heaven 
 
 
 
 My heart maist burstit fairly. 
 
 
 
 
 For sadly chang'd indeed was he — 
 
 And health, and wealth, and happiness 
 
 
 
 Oh I wae's me for Prince Charlie ! 
 
 Attend you still from year to year. 
 
 
 
 "Dark night cam' on, the tempest roar'd 
 
 May peace and plenty bless your board. 
 
 
 
 Loud o'er the hills an'valleys. 
 
 And marriage crown with love sincere ; 
 
 
 
 An' whare was't that your Prince lay down 
 
 May joys unknown to auld langsyne. 
 
 
 
 Whase hame should been a palace ? 
 
 Make this a happy, happy year ! 
 
 
 
 He row'd him in a Highland pLaid, 
 
 Then fill the sparkling glasses fuU, 
 
 
 
 Which cover'd him but sparely. 
 
 And drink to friends both far and near;— 
 
 
 
 A n' slept beneath a bush o' broom— 
 
 Thus may we meet in joy to greet 
 
 
 
 Oh! wae's me for Prince Chjurlie !" 
 
 The glad return of many a year. 
 
 
 
 Eut now the bird saw some red coats. 
 
 
 
 
 An' he sheuk his wings wi' anger, 
 •' Oh ! this is no a land for me. 
 
 ®^e EE^©^^ ©f MimiBmor^. 
 
 
 
 I'll tarry here nae langer." 
 
 
 
 
 He hover'd on the wing a while 
 
 [Music by James Jaap.J 
 
 
 
 Ere he departed fairly. 
 
 
 
 
 But weel I mind the fareweel strain 
 
 This lone heart is thine, lassie, charming and fair. 
 
 
 
 Was, " Wae's me for Prince Charlie !" 
 
 This fond heart is thine, lassie dear; 
 Nae warld's gear ha'e I, nae oxen nor kye, 
 I've aaething, dear lassie, but a puir heart to gi'e. 
 
 
 
 
 Yet dinna say me na, 
 But come awa'. 
 
 
 
 ^^2 ^2U Ytuu 
 
 And wander, dear lassie, 'mang the woods o* Dun- 
 more, [more. 
 And wander, dear lassie, 'mang the woods o' Dun- 
 
 
 
 [Inscbibkd to Joseph Train, Esq., by the author, 
 
 
 
 
 William Dobib.— Tune, " Gnid night and joy be 
 
 sweet is thy voice, lassie, charming an' fair. 
 
 
 
 wi' you a'."— Here first printed.] 
 
 Enchanting thy smile, lassie dear; 
 I'll toil aye for thee, for ae blink o' thine e'e 
 
 
 
 Comb— fill brimful the inspiring bowl, 
 
 Is pleasure mair sweet than siller to me. 
 
 
 
 We'll close this day in festive cheer; 
 
 Yet dinna say me na, &c. 
 
 
 
 Time out of mind old Scotia's sons 
 
 
 
 
 With mirth have hail'd the new-born year. 
 
 come to my arms, lassie, charming an' fair. 
 
 
 
 We all have weather 'd many storms. 
 
 Awa' wild alarms, lassie dear; 
 
 
 
 And safely now are landed here ; 
 
 This fond heart an' thine like ivy shall twine. 
 
 
 
 B'.it who can tell to us 'tis given, 
 
 I'll lo'e thee, dear, till the day that I dee. 
 
 
 
 To meet and hail another year. ^ 
 
 ^ 0, dinna eay me na, &c. 
 
 
 
82 
 
 Snnran 6rtas« 
 
 floomsBsosoa. 
 
 A 
 
 [" OOMAK 0»AT** i« Mid to h»f« bMB A aVtV 
 
 or oumaa In duRow, about tiM baginiihif of 
 tbt lait taatarj, Mtd th* ton* wbkh ffOM by his 
 BMM k Mid to haM bam tokm dowa froa kk 
 whktliiif. TiM MkmlBC It th* aid Mi or ««f<di 
 MaltMad 1)7 Barns tbr JohnMBl Mumbhi ) 
 
 Wbabt Ck' jroa, Donma Ofsy, 
 
 U*, ba. the glnUn' o^: 
 WiM fM by 70a, Doaeaa On;, 
 
 Ha,bik,UMslnifai'o*t: 
 'When a' tb« lav* gaa to their pbx. 
 Then I roaaia rit the lee-Uag day. 
 An'jttn the endk «!' my tae. 
 
 An' a' (or the gtrdla' oX 
 
 Ha,lM,tfaegMla*o«t, 
 OlowrlB' a* the hBb ahoon, 
 
 Ha.lM.theslidla*o^} 
 The gtadia' brak*, the beMt een* down. 
 I tint mjr eonh aa' balth aiy dwoo ; 
 An; Daacaa, 7«*i« aa aaoo leoo, 
 
 Wm oa the bad gMla* et. 
 
 Ha,ha,lhegMl8'«t, 
 
 IHUaMjoairt'Myl' ' 
 
 Ba,ha,lfcegli«a*or|. 
 
 Thei 
 
 ▲a* aald MeM Joha wB M«d thi 
 An' ekwt the bad gltdla' ot. 
 
 3itiuaii Gtas* 
 
 rwarrnnt by Bonm la Deeaaber, ITM^ fer 
 Tbocneon'e ooUeettoa. Its hamoar aad i^Mt 
 hare made it an oninoMl Aifoaiite.] 
 
 DvjfCAM Grat Mm* here to woe, 
 
 Ila, ha. the woofa^ 0% 
 Oa blythe Tale nldit. when w wtn ka. 
 
 Ha, ha» the woolav tfti 
 lla«K)e COM her head Aa* hdeh. 
 Looted aeidaat. and oneo ehelgk, 
 Gart puir DoMaa elaad ebelgh 
 
 Kn. ha, the «oa<i« ot. 
 
 ftttid Hoi ^fUtti^. 
 
 [Taia li ghMi la lewgri Vn-Thble Mieeel* 
 
 antoeaaiMaeiB. Hw tae afAald Bah Mocrir 
 
 litaiaBoUlC8.e 
 
 at oae ttae to Mr. : 
 
 Moranu 
 Avu Boh Monrte, that wone la yea glea, 
 Be^ the kli« e^ gaM tdto««,aad wale «> aaM a 
 Beb - 
 ^ Aald Boh XflfHi ii tlw MB je a 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 83 
 
 
 DAUGHTER. ^ The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane ; 
 
 
 
 [laud your tongue, mother, and let that abee ; 
 
 The nicht comes to me, but my rest it is gane ; 
 
 
 
 For his eild and my eild can never agree : 
 
 I wander my lane, like a nicht-troubled ghaist. 
 
 
 
 They'll never agree, and that will be seen ; 
 
 And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breisb. 
 
 
 
 For he is fourscore, and I'm but fifteen. 
 
 Oh, had she but been of a lower degree. 
 
 
 
 MOTHER. 
 
 I then micht ha'e hoped she wad smiled upon me ! 
 
 
 
 Haud your tongue, dochter, and lay by your pride. 
 
 Oh, how past descriving had then been my bliss. 
 
 
 
 For he is the bridegroom, and ye'se be the bride ; 
 
 As now my distraction no words can express ! 
 
 
 
 He shall lie by your side, and kiss you too ; 
 
 
 
 
 Auld Rob Morris is the man ye maun lo'e. 
 
 
 
 
 DAUGHTER. 
 
 W^^V %uk. 
 
 
 
 Auld Rob Morris, I ken him fu' weel. 
 
 
 
 
 His back sticks out like ony peat-creel ; 
 
 1 [" Rob's Jock," or " The Wooing of Jock and 
 
 
 
 He's out-shian'd, in-kneed, and ringle-eyed too; 
 
 ^ Jenny," to the tune of " Hey, Jenny, com' down 
 
 
 
 ■ Auld Rob Mon-is is the man I'll ne'er lo'e. 
 
 to Jock," is one of the very oldest of our Scottish 
 ' songs, and can be traced as far back as to tlie 
 
 
 
 MOTHER, 
 
 i Bannatyne MS. of 1568. We find considerable 
 
 
 
 Though auld Rob Morris be an elderly man, 
 
 difference of reading in different versions. The 
 
 
 
 Yet his auld brass will buy you a new pan ; 
 
 following is the version given by Ramsay, who 
 
 
 
 Then, dochter, ye should na be sae ill to shoe. 
 
 calls it " a very auld ballat."] 
 
 
 
 For auld Rob Morris is the man ye maun lo'e. 
 
 Rob's Jock cam' to woo our Jenny ; 
 
 
 
 DAUGHTER. 
 
 On ae feast day when we were fou ; 
 
 
 
 But auld Rob Jlorris I never will ha'e. 
 
 She brankit fast, and made her bonnie, 
 
 
 
 His back is so stiff, and his beard is grown gray ; 
 
 And said, Jock, come ye here to woo ? 
 
 
 
 I had rather die than live wi' him a year ; 
 
 She burnist her, baith breast and brow. 
 
 
 
 Sae mjiir o' Rob Morris I never will hear. 
 
 And made her clear as ony clock ; 
 
 Then spak' her dame, and said, I trow 
 
 
 
 
 1 Ye come to woo our Jenny, Jock. 
 
 1 
 
 
 
 ^uu m^i jm©rtfe. 
 
 Jock said, Forsuith, I yearn fu' fain. 
 
 To luk my head, and sit down by you : 
 Then spak' her minny, and said again. 
 
 
 
 [Written by Burns, for Thomson's collection. 
 
 My bairn has tocher enough to gi'e you. 
 
 
 
 in November, 1792. Burns, it will be seen, bor- 
 
 Tehie ! quo' Jenny ;. Keik, keik, I see yon 
 
 
 
 rows the two opening lines of the,old song.^ 
 
 Minny, yon man mak's but a mock. 
 Beshrew the liar, fu leis me o' you. 
 
 
 
 There's auld Rob Morris, that wons in yon glen. 
 
 I come to woo your Jenny, quo' Jock. 
 
 
 
 He's the king o' gude fellows, and wale o' auld men; 
 
 
 
 
 He has gowd in his coffers, and owsen and kine, 
 
 My bairn has tocher of her ain : 
 
 
 
 And ae bonnie lassie, his darhng and mine. 
 
 A guse, a gi7ce, a cock and hen, 
 A stirk, a staig, an acre sawin. 
 
 
 
 She's fresh as the raoming, the fairest in May ; 
 
 A bake-bread and a bannock-stane. 
 
 
 
 ahe's sweet as the ev'ning amang the new hay ; 
 
 A pig, a pot, and a kirn there-ben. 
 
 
 
 As blythe and as artless as the lambs on the lea. 
 
 A kame but and a kaming stock; 
 
 
 
 And dear to my heart as the licht o' my e'e. 
 
 With cogs and luggies nine or ten: 
 Come ye to woo our Jenny, Jock ? 
 
 
 
 But, oh, she's an heiress, auld Robin's a laird. 
 
 
 
 
 And my daddie has nocht but a cot-house and 
 
 A wecht, a peat-creel, and n cradle. 
 
 
 
 yard ; 
 
 A pair of clips, a graip, a flail. 
 
 
 
 A wooer like me maunna hope to come speed ; 
 
 An ark, an ambry, and a laidle. 
 
 
 
 Tiie wounds I maun hide that will soon be my deid. ^ 
 
 |R A railsie, and a sowen-pail. 
 
 
 
84 
 
 A rooalj whittto to abMT tlw kin. 
 And a tiBnbcfHneU tha bear to knodt, 
 
 Tw» ilMUb nMl« of an aold flr-dato 
 OooM y to woo our Jonnjr, Joek? 
 
 A farm, a fttrlet, and a peek* 
 
 A rock,a ra^ and a wiMel-faaiid, 
 A tub, a barrow, and a Mdc, 
 
 A qmrtle-biaid, and aa ohraiid. 
 
 Tbfen Jock took Jenny bjr the hand. 
 And ciT'd, A feait! and elew a eoek. 
 
 And made a bridal upo" land. 
 Now I ha'e got jroiur Jenny, (lOO* Jo^ 
 
 Now dame, I have ynor doditer a —f ried. 
 And tho' ye mak' tt M^aw laagh, 
 
 I let yon wit ihe't nae mhearriid, 
 Ife weU kend I ha** fear awMch : 
 An aokl gawd ^oyd Ml owia a hangll, 
 
 A epade, a ipeet, a cpor, a eoeki 
 
 A TbewlfctpMrMffailhafcrflwaa 
 TiM roMk «■• toigk 
 
 May that no aer your Jenny, qoo* Jork > 
 
 A freen truu e he r, a ram>hom ipoon, 
 
 Twa bita ct barkat Uaatait halhar. 
 A gnith that ganto to aoMa dboeo. 
 
 And a thrawemek to tmjm a tMlbar. 
 
 Twa eroeka that moiVMBMftf ' 
 A pair or biaaka and a ftCtor kick, 
 
 A teogh poiaa made oTa awfaa^ 
 To hand your toehar, Janay, qaa^ Joek. 
 
 Good ekUng itr our wtetor fiM, 
 A eod of oaff wad fill a andla, 
 
 A lake oTtion to daat 0H hyva, 
 A dank aboot the daba to paddia i 
 The pannal of aa aald lad aildla, 
 
 And Bob my aeaa hadit ma a atook, 
 Twa laaty Upa to Uek a tekklla. 
 
 May thia no gaae yoor Jeaay> qno^ Jodt? 
 
 A pair of heme and bnahon fine. 
 
 And withoat Mtta a bridla n 
 Aaarkmadaofthell 
 
 A grey green ckika that wm not atenaia 
 
 Mair yet In aton— I ■ 
 FWe handred flaaa, a Ibady flockt 
 
 And are not tiiae a wakrifc maaria. 
 To gae to bed with Jenny and Joek? 
 
 Tak* thlr for my part of the teat. 
 It ia weU known I am weal bodia' 
 
 re neodna |ay my part la leaat. 
 
 Were they aa maikia ai they^ lodin'. 
 
 1 
 
 [Tan aooct to tba old taaa of ** Bay. 
 trodao 
 It la 
 
 altered and ahrtdgad ftVB tki 
 la Hardl aellaaUM cfPTf.) 
 
 Iffhea aha heard that Joafejr had aooe that way. 
 
 Jaa«y iha vHi 09 tha Mrir, 
 For JaMV «M Mato atoa BMO Mk I 
 
 Aad a|« aa* load aa hv toUhar dM nwiw 
 *• Hay, Jaaay, latoa ilii a ■ to Utk." 
 
 Jaoay aha caaa dofWB «ha atoir. 
 
 And aha aatM* bobktai* MBd boaMB* hen ( 
 Har aliq»lh9««« hMafi, M^ter waal H WW 
 
 AmAmhmm !■ ■ Ji p i i. Ukaip^ 
 
 Joekit took iHr kgr the haa«V^ 
 *'0,JaM«yIauiyalMeyB ' 
 
 Myl 
 
 kaAIa 
 
 "▲hatthrq^Jai 
 «n8a,fcallh'Ha,glBla 
 If yail ho mgr iM^r. IV he |«v J«ik.» 
 
 aartotkaa.** 
 L halth r «M^ Janiv* ** I *v yon atoak.* 
 
 natatenaia 
 
 And aya aao toad aa her arithar dl4 ■ 
 *Tww,ahal hwaa Jenny flotJeakr 
 
 (Aaavwan old aong mathid hy Baato 
 THt-Tabla MkoeUany with a Z.] 
 
 Taa meal waa dear ahort ^ne. 
 
 Wo hndtled na a' thafhher ) 
 
 ▲ad Magfb waa la her prima. 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 85 
 
 Twa pistols charg'd by guess, ^- And whan that I gae hame. 
 
 To gi'e the courting shot; 
 
 I maun tak' to my coots ; 
 
 And syne came ben the lass. 
 
 The cloak is Geordy Watt's, 
 
 Wi' swats drawn frae the butt. 
 
 That gars me look sae crouse ; 
 
 He first speir'd at the gudeman, 
 
 Come, fill us a cogue o' swats. 
 
 And syne at Giles the mither. 
 
 We'll mak' nae somir toom rooee. 
 
 An' ye wad gie'sa bit land. 
 
 
 We'd buckle us e'en thegither. 
 
 I like you weel, young lad. 
 
 
 For telUng me sue plain. 
 
 My dochter ye shall ha'e. 
 
 I married whan little I had 
 
 I'll g'ie you her by the hand ; 
 
 O' gear that was my ain. 
 
 But I'll part wi' my wife, by my fae. 
 
 But sin' that things are sae. 
 
 Or I part wi' my land. 
 
 The bride she maun come forth. 
 
 Your tocher it s'all be good, 
 
 Tho' a' the gear she'll ha'e 
 
 There's nane s'all ha'e its maik. 
 
 'Twill be but little worth. 
 
 The lass bound in her snood. 
 
 A bargain it maun be. 
 
 And Cnmamie wha kens her stake : 
 
 Fye cry on GUes the mither ; 
 
 Wi' an auld bedding o' claes. 
 
 Content am I, quo' she. 
 
 Was left me by my mither, 
 
 E'en gar the hizzie come hither. 
 
 They're jet black o'er wi' flaea. 
 
 
 Ye may cuddle in them thegither. 
 
 The bride she gaed to her bed. 
 
 
 The bridegroom he came till her, 
 
 Ye speak right weel, gudeman. 
 
 The fiddler crap in at the fit. 
 
 But ye maun menu your hand, 
 
 And they cuddl'd it a' thegither. 
 
 And think o' modesty. 
 
 
 Gin ye'U no quit your land. 
 
 
 We are but young, ye ken. 
 
 
 And now we're gaun thegithei. 
 
 
 A house is but and ben. 
 
 
 And Crummie will want her fother. 
 The bairns are coming on. 
 
 imwidaiEii mniu. 
 
 And they'll cry, their mither ! 
 
 
 We've neither pat nor pan. 
 
 
 But four bare legs thegither. 
 
 [This is another song of very considerable anti- 
 
 
 quity, and is valuable as illustrative of ancient 
 
 Your tocher's be good enough. 
 
 manners. It is marked by Ramsay in his Tea- 
 
 For that ye needna fear. 
 
 Table Miscellany ^th a Z, implying that it was 
 
 T\va good stilts to the pleugh. 
 
 1 then old.] 
 
 And ye yoursel' maun steer: 
 
 
 Ye s'all ha'e twa guid pocks 
 
 Hearken and I will tell you how 
 
 That anes were o' the tweel. 
 
 Young Muirland Willie came to woo. 
 
 The tane to baud the groats. 
 
 Tho' he cou'd neither say nor do; 
 
 The tither to baud the meal : 
 
 The truth I tell to you. 
 
 Wi' an auld kist made o' wands, 
 
 But aye, he cries, Whate'er betide. 
 
 And that s'all be your coffer. 
 
 Maggy I'se ha'e to be my bride. 
 
 Wi' aiken woody bands, 
 
 With a fal, dal, &c. 
 
 And that may baud your tocher. 
 
 
 
 On his gray yade, as he did ride, 
 
 Consider weel, gudeman, 
 
 Wi' durk and pistol by his side, 
 
 We ha'e but barrow'd gear. 
 
 He prick'd her on wi' meikle pride. 
 
 The horse that I ride on 
 
 Wi' meikle mhi;h and glee. 
 
 Is Sandy Wilson's mare ; 
 
 Out o'er yon moss, out o'er yon muir, 
 
 The saddle's nane o* my ain, 
 
 Till he came to her daddy's door. 
 
 And thae's but borrow'd boots, ^ 
 
 jfc With a fal, dal, &c. 
 
86 
 
 SOOTTUH SOMGM. 
 
 line 
 
 ht.tejw within? 
 fpw doducrli lov« to wts. 
 
 WbMt munmr gl*« jw om ? 
 Kow, wooer, quoth h*. woall yt Ufht down^ 
 111 gl't jre mj dochtrr't love to win, 
 
 With ft tkl, dkl, he. 
 
 Mow, woo«r, itai' !• an Ugbtod down. 
 WlMn do j« woo, or bi what town ? 
 1 thlak nj doefator wlaaa gloom, 
 
 Oa ilea lad ooyow 
 Tht wooir ho Hi p p^ ap tfco h oati. 
 And wow hat ho WW waadlVM eram. 
 WUha^dal.*8. 
 
 II 
 
 A kflnfe- oroorn 111 (i>o lollM% 
 
 Thiat aiam •' •hMp, ta»toad afllhia, 
 
 To-oha^thov 
 
 ■ hn. 
 
 Wtthaia.4B|,te. 
 
 Twa food faaa yadootaad flMT raoa^ 
 Tho plaeo tho m' U Qodonoagh} 
 
 I Mora to Ml allot 
 llMldM. I ha'o frao tho giaat lahd, 
 ▲ p«H>at, and a laa« kaU-janl 
 
 With a Ihl, dal, &c 
 
 Tho maid pot on bar Urtlo brown. 
 8ho woo tho brawwt la a' tho to« a 
 
 ll«aJolaitr<A«Ptko 
 WlthaM.dal,J 
 
 ▲ad ear MdoU «MMm 
 
 . _ i,a'lBUao. 
 Frm lap to lao Ihqr wan boa* atw. 
 
 Tho lovnr ho oloadod ap la haMo, 
 Aad gripi hor hanl about tho wabt, 
 'Wlthaad,dal,ato. 
 
 To wta foar lova, maid, I*ra oomo here, 
 I'm yooag, aad ha^ caooch o* goar . 
 Aad fbr mjrool' ft aoodaa ftar, 
 
 Tn>wth trj mo whaa y Iflv, 
 Il« took off hlo booaot, aad ipat In bloclMV, 
 He dighUt his gab, and ho prlo'd hor moa'. 
 
 With a ad, dal, &e. 
 
 Tho maMoa bfaidi<d and bingM fti' tew, 
 flhohadnawill toMybhnna, 
 Bot to her daddy oho left it a', 
 
 At thejr twa eoa'd agree. 
 Tho tovor ho glod her the thher kiw. 
 ilinae nui to hor daddy, aad 101111 hin thk^ 
 
 With a (hi, dal. te. 
 
 Yoor doohter wadna my mo aa. 
 
 Hut to yoanel* ■he'O left it a'. 
 
 Aa wo eoo'd agree be t woe a oa tw» , 
 
 flay, what yell gi'o mo wi' brr ? 
 How, wooer, qao* ho, I halo aa meikie. 
 Hut alc^ I ha'e y«1 get a plekle. 
 
 With a <kl. dal, «ce. 
 
 Thoir tagro aad BMlolHo wore m daan. 
 They glaaeod bt oar ladoW ooa, 
 WlihaM,dal,*Ob 
 
 And ayo Ihay bobm aad ago thay bodtt, 
 ▲ad ay* lltoir loo* ihogkhor met. 
 Withalhl,dal.*a. 
 
 VtLuU o' iBomi. 
 
 Ta flowory baaha tr boaalo Deon, 
 Bow eaa ye bloom aae Adrt 
 
 How eaa yo chaat, ya little btade, 
 Aadlamfb'o'aoro? 
 
 Thai alBga upon tho bo«gb| 
 Thou mlnda om o' the happy daya 
 Whoa my Ihum lovo wao trao. 
 
 Thoull braak my baatt, thou bosalo bM, 
 
 That ainga bealdo thy matai 
 For aoo I ml, aad aao I aaag, 
 
 Aad wlrt aa o* my litab 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 Aft ha'e I roved by bonnie Doon, 
 To see the woodbine twine. 
 
 And ilka bird sang o' its love; 
 And sae did I o* mine. 
 
 \Vi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, 
 Frae aff its thorny tree ; 
 
 And my fause luver staw the rose. 
 But left the thorn wi' me. 
 
 ^HBfe d' Mmn* 
 
 [Second "Version, ^vritten by Burns for John- 
 eon's Museum. The following account of the air 
 is given by the Poet, in a letter to Mr. Thomson, 
 dated Nov. 1794: "There is an air. The Cale- 
 donian Hunt's Delight, to which I wrote a song 
 that you will find in Johnson — Ye banks and 
 braes o' bonnie Doon. This air, I think, might 
 find a place among your hundred, as Lear says of 
 his knights. Do you know the history of the air ? 
 It is curious enough. A good many years ago, 
 Mr. James Miller, writer in your good town, was 
 in company with our friend Clarke : and talking 
 of Scottish music. Miller expressed an ardent 
 ambition to be able to compose a Scots air. Mr. 
 Clarke, partly by way of joke, told him to keep to 
 the black keys of the harpsichord, and preserve 
 some kind of rhythm, and he would infallibly 
 compose a Scots air. Certain it is, that, in a few 
 days, Mr. Miller produced the rudiments^ of an 
 air, which Mr. Clarke, with some touches and 
 corrections, fashioned into the tune in question."] 
 
 Te banlcs and braes o' bonnie Doon, 
 
 How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair ! 
 How can ye chant, ye little birds. 
 
 And I sae weary, fu' o' care ! 
 Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird. 
 
 That wantons through the flowering thorn ; 
 Thou minds me o' departed joys. 
 
 Departed never to return. 
 
 Oft ha'e I roved by bonnie Doon, 
 
 To see the rose and woodbine twine ; 
 And ilka bird sang o' its love. 
 
 And fondly sae did I o' mine. 
 Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, 
 
 Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree ; 
 But my fause lover stole my rose. 
 
 And ah 1 he left the thorn wi' me. 
 
 ^ ^mnu prlM^ €D|)aii:Ue. 
 
 [Wkitten by James Hooo. Composed and 
 arranged for the Piano Forte by N. Gow, jun.j 
 
 Cam' ye by Athol, lad wi' the philabeg, 
 
 Down by the Tummel, or banks of the Gary ? 
 Saw ye our lads, wi' their bonnets an' white cock- 
 ades, 
 liCaving their mountains to foUowPrinceCharlie? 
 Follow thee, follow thee, wha wadna follow thee? 
 
 Lang hast thou loved and trusted us fairly ! 
 Charlie, Charlie, wha wadna follow thee ? 
 King of the Highland hearts, bonnie Prince 
 Charlie. 
 
 I ha'e but ae son, my brave young Donald ; 
 
 But if I had ten they should follow Glengarry ; 
 Health to M'Donald and gallant Clan-Ronald, 
 For these are the men that will die for their 
 Charlie. 
 Follow thee, follow thee, &c. 
 
 I'll to Lochiel and Appin, and kneel to them ; 
 
 Down by Lord Murray and Roy of Kildarlie ; 
 Brave Mackintosh he shall fly to the field wi' them. 
 
 They are the lads I can trust wi' my Charlie. 
 Follow thee, follow thee, &c. 
 
 Down through the Lowlands, down wi' the whig- 
 amore. 
 Loyal true Highlanders, down with them rarely; 
 Ronald and Donald drive on wi' the braid clajTiiore, 
 Over the necks of the foes of Prince Charlie. 
 Follow thee, follow thee, &c. 
 
 [Written by the late DanielWkir of Greenock. 
 Adapted to the celebrated air of " Rousseau's 
 Dream."] 
 
 See the moon o'er cloudless Jura 
 Shining in the lake below ; 
 
 See the distant mountain towering 
 Like a pyramid of snow. 
 
 Scenes of grandeur — scenes of childhood- 
 Scenes so dear to love and me ! 
 
 Let us roam by bower and wildwood, 
 ; All ia lovelier when with thee. 
 
Oa 
 
 ▲niirilMilBtlMsrof*, 
 Aad llM ao mmm with dcw-4ro|M flM 
 
 apnlte lih* tte «9tt cT lorn 
 Xl^t M safan, to dewp M eloadlMi; 
 
 Blond ntght to )oiw and me ! 
 L«t tM nMun bjr bowvr and ibontatn, 
 
 AU to lofalkr whM with thM. 
 
 BcoTTuoi aovg«. 
 
 ii OMdi 
 
 ®i)e Sbie. 
 
 tWarrrait by tbt Bar. Jomr Sannraa to i 
 «ld Htshtond fwl too*. " Tba Xwla wp «l 
 wtolMd born" to mppomA to to a ■wtophar I 
 
 Om whtoktj ttilL] 
 
 O, wsaa I abh 
 
 My ewto*s pratoa In propar ««to» 
 I'd wand tt oat as load and 8am 
 Aa evar pipvn dioa* I 
 Myawtowfthac 
 A' thai kann'd bar woald ba'Vi aworn, 
 8to a awto na^ waa borat 
 Haioabouta nor flir awa*. 
 
 To nafk bar opoa blp or baali 
 Uar ereohtt bomto did aa waal. 
 To haa bar bf ama^ tbam a*. 
 
 Bba aa««r tbtaatan'd aoaL aor ret. 
 Bat kaepit ajf* bar ala Joff -trot : 
 Baltb to tba fluUd and to tfaa oot, 
 Wm navar awdr to toad nor oa'. 
 
 naad e'er ha'a wtoh'd t 
 wa never mtoa'd 
 a tomb or twa. 
 
 >'m booeat man 
 For, aUIjr thing, i 
 Toha'ailkjtar 
 
 The flnt abe had I ga'e to Jock, 
 To be to bim a kind o* atock ; 
 And now the laddto bM a flock 
 Ofmair than threttgr bead and twa. 
 
 The netot I ga'e to Jean t and now 
 The balm'a aae braw, baa •mlda me fti'. 
 That lada aaa thick oana brr to woo, 
 Tb«7*ra Ada to atoap oa bay or atraw. 
 
 AaeadMtoyaaa 
 
 Wbaa oihar flOFtoa toy *• 4lK 
 
 Aadatotbah 
 Myawtoaawp 
 
 BaA aay aofla wa aNMr* 
 
 Balgtelkaillwli 
 Iba^awoaaaawaa 
 Altb««b tba toted 
 laaUgl^btoaaek 
 
 larfarnMiwfatoa 
 Ala^Mlbadballba 
 
 ttfMIt, 
 ftaMdll. 
 
 Fkaa bar and ban aaa all WM abomi 
 
 Tba loaa a^ bar wa aoohl ba% borne, 
 
 Hadfl 
 
 O, bad aba dtod o" eroap or eaaM, 
 Aa awtoa dto wbaa tbay grow aald» 
 U badiA baoa, bgr iMaiy teM, 
 aaa aalr a baart to aaa o^ aa i^. 
 
 Bat thaa, pair tblag. to taaa bar K*. 
 BaMaib a btaldy rtttotaH baUbt 
 la IMh, I toar tbat oar gaiawtto 
 
 0,anyaba 
 CtoU «p yoar moaaa, tot tiMa moarn 
 Onr ewto wl' tba oookH bom, 
 Fhm oa atowB, and toU-d and a ! 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 89 
 
 [AVrittkn by Burns in May, 1795, for Mr. Thomson's collection. Tune, " Iluniours of Glen." 
 " Bums," says Dr. Currie, " WTOte professedly for the peasantry of his country, and by them their 
 native dialect is universally relished. To a numerous class of the natives of Scotland of another 
 description, it may also be considered as attractive in a different point of view. Estranged from their 
 native soil, and spread over foreign lands, the idiom of their country unites with the sentiments and 
 descriptions on which it is employed, to recall to their minds the interesting scenes of infancy and 
 youth — to awaken many pleasing, many tender recollections. For Scotsmen of this description more 
 particularly. Burns seems to have written his song. Their groves o' sweet myrtle, a beautiful strain, 
 which, it may be confidently predicted, will be sung with equal or superior interest on the banks of 
 the Ganges or of the Mississippi, as on those of the Tay or the Tweed."] 
 
 TirEiR groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, 
 
 Where bright-beaming simimers exalt the perfume. 
 Far dearer to me yon lone glen o' green breckan, 
 
 "Wi' the bui-n stealing under the lang yellow broom ; 
 Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers, 
 
 "Where the blue-bell and gowan lurk lowly unseen ; 
 For there, lightly tripping amang the wild flowers, 
 
 A-listening the linnet, aft wanders my Jean. 
 
 Though rich is the breeze in their gay simny valleys. 
 
 And cauld Caledonia's blast on the wave ; 
 Their sweet-scented woodlands that skirt the proud palaw. 
 
 What are they ? The haunt of the tjTant and slave I 
 The slave's spicy forests, and gold-bubbling fountains, 
 
 The brave Caledonian views with disdain ; 
 He wanders as free as the winds of his mountains. 
 
 Save love's willing fetters, the chains o' his Jean 1 
 
 [The first four lines of this song belong to an old stall baUad called " The strong walls of Derry." 
 1 iie rest were added by Burns for Johnson's Museum. Tune, " Failte na Miosg." 
 
 My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; 
 My heart's in the Hignlands, a-chasing the deer ; 
 Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe ; 
 Jly heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. 
 Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the north. 
 The birth-place of valour, the country of worth ; 
 Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, 
 Tlie hills of the Highlands for ever I love. 
 
 Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow ; 
 Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; 
 Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods ; 
 Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. 
 My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; 
 My heart's in the HighLinds a-chasing tlie deer; 
 Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe. 
 My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. 
 
OO scomsH sovotf. 
 
 ifHomRtuf of B«iioiK. 
 
 (TitM ^pMw<d la mi, m « twiMlHInn ham tfw fimtA, hi FiulM Ultan to Mi KtaiMk, Iv «r 
 WALnmlevrr. UwMalterwwdi «t«» MMilt bfQ. F. OndMn, Biq. tai Mtw TI iimiib^ Mwt 
 IMedtak ■rWaMvHv«tteft*'thtOTlgiMlaMatFBrt«raMS.«llM«iMi«rrMMkaoi«i.taw4 
 omh«atldofWt>wtoo,»— AnriMiwHh<liy«adwHhbl»o<Mwailt»Hr*»fc<*">iO»>fc>» 
 •ritiowBV.- MrIai*iMirtliitii—«miMi>t>fr%fauJ iiii, 
 
 PMIBBA pouf ■ BJflli^ H JmW #C MOTS IlMBSlii MSk 
 
 wa>wrtt»wi.Midtt> — l wlw, ty n ii H i M i ll — rt | i ,pinh iiii4»acU^K« <> ii w « ni < ln l3 
 
 Ir«asI>uMli,lMj 
 
 Bia im kt BUHlt his €rimM MbM M. Mairfe •Mm : 
 •* Ab4 gnat, bMMrtBl «M« sTtaOTM," wM tlin tk* 
 ** That I najr pM«» 
 
 Hb auk or koMw M «k» dvlM, h* giafvd tt with Ui ■wwO, 
 Aad Mlv«v«d to Um Boir Uod tiM bMUMT oThk lord t 
 
 Tbqr owid tiM coaqMik to Ui arm, Md IhM his Bigi ki 
 " Ths h«rt tteft hM tor hoaow bMl, fegr Utai »isi bs rvi 
 My dMghtor iMbsl and thoa ihiUl bs a wsMid pair. 
 ycrthsaartbiawstofths h B iT S shs Mmfccf thstoir." 
 
 That owhss a paiadlH oo safth, ir hMTto aad laa* sonUasi 
 Aad amy lotd aad hKly brithi thaft aw* la « 
 Orisd, *« HaaovMd ba tha b 
 
 (Tax* popalar sliala was wtitttn by W iluam Locaa Aar^—Taaa, ** Ths Dail^ Glaa.' * 
 
 8Ata,«lr«aanyhsart, wheal partod ftas aqr Jaaa, 
 
 Aa* Mb, Hdr I righ^d white ths t«ur stood la oqr sea, 
 
 For my daddte h bat poor, and aay tetoaa tosaa sbm'. 
 
 It san ma IsaTs my aativa Ghtedoaia. 
 
 Wh«a I thlnli oa ths days aow gaas, aa' m» happyis I ha^ b««a» 
 
 White wand'ring wl' my dsar, whsM ths priavess btews aasiia, 
 
 I 'm was to Icatrs my lasris. aad my daddism riapte ha*. 
 
 Or ths hilte an' hsalthAa' bncss C Ostedsnia 
 
 Bat whsrasar I wmadsr, stiO happy ba asy Jaaa, 
 
 Naa saia distaib hsr bosom, whsrs paass has s««r bssa , 
 
 Thaa tho* iUs oa Ute bsto* BM, •» hir III bsar thsm a', 
 
 ThoaghaAIIihsavsarighteChlsdoate. « 
 
 Bat shoaU ifchss a^sr bs mtaM, aad lay Jsaate sUn praas tras^ 
 
 Thaa Maw ya tirriaff biasass, tin my aattea tead I visw : 
 
 Thaa m kaasi oa Seotlali ihoas, white tha hsaitMt toar shaD C-. 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. gl 
 
 
 l.anli o' t^e Ech!» ■ 
 
 ^> Then Bell, my wife, who lo'es nae strife. 
 She said to me richt hastilie. 
 Get up, gudeman, save Crummie's life. 
 
 
 
 [For many years It remained a mystery who 
 
 And tak' your auld cloak about ye 
 
 
 
 •was the author of this song, and very generally it 
 
 
 
 
 was attributed to the pen of Burns. It is now 
 
 My Crummie is a usefu* cow. 
 
 
 
 known to be the production of Lady Nairne, the 
 
 A nd she is come of a good kin' , 
 
 
 
 authoress of seyeral other popular songs, i 
 
 Aft has she wet the bairns's mou'. 
 And I am laith that she should tyne; 
 
 
 
 I'm wearing awa', Jean, 
 
 Get up, gudeman, it is fu' time. 
 
 
 
 Like snaw when it is thaw, Jean ; 
 
 The sun shines frae the lift sae hie; 
 
 
 
 I'm wearing awa', Jean, 
 
 Sloth never made a gracious end; 
 
 
 
 To the land o' the leal. 
 
 Gae, tak' your auld cloak about ye. 
 
 
 
 There's nae sorrow there, Jean, 
 
 
 
 
 There's neither cauld nor care, Jean, 
 
 My cloak was ance a gude grey cloak. 
 
 
 
 The day is aye fair, Jean, 
 
 When it was fitting for my wear ; 
 
 
 
 In the land o' the leal. 
 
 But now it's scantly worth a groat, 
 JFor I have worn't this thretty year: 
 
 
 
 Ye were aye leal and true, Jean, 
 
 Let's spend the gear that we ha'e won. 
 
 
 
 Your task's ended now, Jean, 
 
 We little ken the day we'll die ; 
 
 
 
 And I'll welcome you 
 
 Then I'll be proud, since I have sworn 
 
 
 
 To the land o' the leal. 
 
 To ha'e a new cloak about me. 
 
 
 
 Our bonnie bairn's there, Jean, 
 
 
 
 
 She was baith guid and fair, Jean, 
 
 In days when our King Robert rang. 
 
 
 
 And we grudged l.er right sair 
 
 His trews they cost but half a croun ; 
 
 
 
 To the land o' the leal. 
 
 He said they were a groat ower dear. 
 And ca'd the tailor thief and loon: 
 
 
 
 Then dry that tearfu' e'e, Jean, 
 
 He was the king that wore a croun. 
 
 
 
 My soul langs to be free, Jean, 
 
 And thou the man of laigh degree: 
 
 
 
 And angels wait on me 
 
 It's pride puts a' the country doun ; 
 
 
 
 To the land o' the leal. 
 
 Sae tak' your auld cloak about ye. 
 
 
 
 Now, fare ye weel, my ain Jean, 
 
 
 
 
 This warld's care is vain, Jean, 
 
 Ilka land has its ain lauch. 
 
 
 
 Well meet and aye be fain 
 
 Ilk kind o' corn has its ain hool ; 
 
 
 
 In the land o' the leal. 
 
 I think the world is a' gane wrang, 
 When ilka wife her man wad rule: 
 
 
 
 
 Do ye no see Rob, Jock, and Hab, 
 As they are girded gajlantlie. 
 
 
 
 ^^2 mu eiOHi, 
 
 While I sit huyklin i' the aese ?— 
 I'll ha'e a new cloak about me. 
 
 
 
 [The antiquity of this song is sufficiently proved 
 
 Gudeman, I wat its thretty year 
 
 
 
 from a fragment of it being quoted in Shakspeare's 
 
 Sin' we did ane anither ken ; 
 
 
 
 Iragcdy of Othello, published in 1611. Bishop 
 
 And we ha'e had atween us twa 
 
 
 
 Percy gives an English version of the song in his 
 
 Of lads and bonnie lasses ten : 
 
 
 
 Reliques of Ancient Poetry, admitting, at the 
 
 Now tht y are women grown and men. 
 
 
 
 ^ same time, that the song is originally Scotch. 
 
 1 wish and pray weel may they be ; 
 
 
 
 The following is the Scottish version, which ap- 
 
 If you would prove a gude husband. 
 
 
 
 pears in Ramsay's Tea-Table Miscellany.] 
 
 E'en tak' your auld cloak about ye. 
 
 
 
 In winter, when the rain rain'd cauld. 
 
 Bell, my wife, she lo'es nae strife. 
 
 
 
 And frcst and snaw on ilka hill. 
 
 But she would guide me, if she can ; 
 
 
 
 And Boreas, wi' his blasts sae bauldj, 
 
 And to maintain an easy life, 
 
 
 
 Was threafnin' a' our kye to kill : ;; 
 
 ^ I aft maun jleld, though Im gudeman : 
 
 
 
 1 
 
92 
 
 WOTTMR tOIIOa. 
 
 ir«kt% t» b* firibi'd at fraoMnl hand, 
 UnlMi y» gilt her »• tfa* pim: 
 
 nn m kave air whm 1 1 
 And tak* my aukl ek 
 
 [Tan t*as lacoftwd by DarU B«d, aad piib- 
 fchad ia tha waoad adittop «f lik buBmIIihi, im 
 TlMra to aa eU ■oog eaUad "Jokai 
 
 bat to soniawbat toe aoana te estnwt.] 
 
 It Ml abaat tha MarttaoBaa tlm^ 
 
 And a gay tfant It was thaa, 
 Whm oar gndawlfe got pnddtngi to mak', 
 
 Aad iha boU^d thn la tha pan. 
 
 Tha wind mm eaaU blaw aoath aad north. 
 
 And bltw Into tha floor: 
 <iaoth oar godcmaa, to < 
 
 "Myhaadtoinmyh 
 Godamaa, a« y« may aM, 
 
 An' It •hoa'd naa be barr^ thtob 
 Ifa no ba barc^ fbr ata.** 
 
 Thay naida a paetwo ' t waa u thai tofa. 
 
 They made it Ann aad wan : 
 That tha flrrt word whaa'cr ahoaid tpmk, 
 
 Shoo'd riaa aad bar tha door. 
 
 Then by there eaoM twa fMttoi 
 At twohw a'dodi at aight. 
 
 And they ooold aeithar an h 
 ^or coal 1 
 
 Kow, whether to this a tirh maa*i hooaa. 
 
 Or whether to it a poor ? 
 But aevcr a word wad ane o' tfaaa apeak. 
 
 For barftag o' tha door. 
 
 And Arat they ate tha white p 
 
 And thea they ate the blaek; 
 The' muekto thought the gudawifc to banal*. 
 
 Yet ae^ar a word ahe apak*. 
 
 Thea nld the one onto the other, 
 
 ** Hera, maa, tak' ya my kalfc, 
 2V» ya tak* aff the aald maaia baant, 
 
 Aad IT kis tha gadawlfc.** 
 
 *' Bat Ikan^ aaa watiT la the haaer. 
 
 Aad wint alMll w« do Ihaa «" 
 " WlMt alto y« at the paddia* bna. 
 
 That betta lato the paa." 
 
 Oayttwaatortoioorgad—aa, 
 Aad aa oafry naa woB hat 
 
 «* wni ya Mn ny wMb botaa ny aaa, 
 Aadaaaanawrialllagbnay 
 
 "GndeaMM, ya^w ^ahaa tlM tanaatt wort. 
 Oat ap aad bM Hh daar." 
 
 SBmSUm. 
 
 [Tata 
 
 aai^ waa wvttiMi by BvaM fee 
 
 M Ill, wfcan It to aat to aa old atr 
 
 Olaa.** It to alto aaag to tha ato 
 ■■ ■M a g ¥ Oa n d h l lynw") 
 
 Mr 
 
 8i 
 Tai 
 
 fnt 
 la 
 
 la-toapHr. 
 «ll4a«l*n 
 
 ', «f ato ahiaw I 
 hwantohtnak* 
 Ilartahntotaall 
 
 « Oada d^r to yoo,- baatol ha aenn baa; 
 
 a bei«i aad ha Uawa o^ hto tftor. 
 
 Bat whaa wID ha teMa Iha Iton Otoa > 
 
 Mynlaatodot 
 
 iBiMtonHy jtoaaa aia^ 
 
 Bat wlHi caa thiak aaa a* Ikn Otoa ^ 
 
 My* 
 
 Hall giv aw gade hoador aaato toa 
 Ba^ If ira ofdala«d I maoa tak* htaa, 
 O, wha Willi get bat Tua Otoo^ 
 
 My heart to ny BMa' glad a atoa t 
 
 For thriea I dnw aaa withaat MBa*, 
 
 Aadthrinttwaaa 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SOJs'GB. 93 
 
 
 The last Hallowe'en I was waukin' 4 
 
 -^i&e HilamtiE m,ik. 
 
 
 
 My drookit sark-sleeve, as ye ken ; 
 
 
 
 His likeness cam' up the house staukin'. 
 
 
 
 
 And the very gray breeks o' Tarn Glen. 
 
 [Allan Cunningham.] 
 
 
 
 Come, counsel, dear tittie, don't tarry ; 
 
 NiTH, trembling to the reaper's sang. 
 
 
 
 I'll gi'e you my bonnie black hen. 
 
 Warm glitter'd in the harvest sun. 
 
 
 
 Gif ye will advise me to marry 
 
 And murmured down the lanesome glen. 
 
 
 
 The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen. 
 
 Where a wife of wanton Avit did won. 
 Her tongue wagged wi' unhaly wit. 
 
 
 
 
 Unstent by kirk or gospel bann , 
 An' aye she wished the kirkyard mools 
 
 
 
 "E^t Cade. 
 
 Green growing o'er her auld gudeman. 
 Her auld gudeman drapped in at e'en. 
 
 
 
 [From Eamsay's Tea-Table Miscellany. There 
 
 Wi' harvest heuk— sau- toiled was he ; 
 
 
 
 IS an older version of the same song given in 
 
 Sma' was his cog and cauld his kail. 
 
 
 
 Thomson's Orpheus Caledonius, pubUshed in 1725.] 
 
 Yet anger never raised his e'e ; 
 He blessed the little, and was blithe. 
 
 
 
 The carle he cam' ower the craft. 
 
 While spak' tlie dame, wi' clamorous tongue, 
 
 
 
 Wi' his beard new-shaven ; 
 
 sorrow cLap your auld beld pow. 
 
 
 
 He looked at me as he'd teen daft,— 
 
 And dance wi' ye to the mools, gudeman ! 
 
 
 
 The carle trowed that I wad ha'e him. 
 
 
 
 
 Hout awa' ! I winna ha'e him ! 
 
 He hang his boilnet on the pin. 
 
 
 
 Na, forsooth, I winna ha'e him ! 
 
 And down he lay, his dool to drie ; 
 
 
 
 For a' his beard new-shaven. 
 
 While she sat singing in the neuk. 
 
 
 
 Ne'er a bit o' me will ha'e him. 
 
 And tasting at the barley bree. 
 The lark, 'mid morning's siller gray. 
 
 
 
 A siller brooch he ga'e me neist, 
 
 That wont to cheer him warkwai-d gaun. 
 
 
 
 To fasten on my curchie nookit ; 
 
 Next morning missed amang the dew 
 
 
 
 I wore 't a wee upon my breist. 
 
 The blithe and dainty auld gudeman. 
 
 
 
 But soon, alake! the tongue o't crookit; 
 
 
 
 
 And sae may his ; I winna ha'e him ' 
 
 The third mom's dew on flower and tree 
 
 
 
 Na, forsooth, I winna ha'e hun ! 
 
 'Gan glorious in the sun to glow. 
 
 
 
 Twice-a-bairn's a lassie's jest; 
 
 When sung the wanton wife to mark 
 
 
 
 Sae ony fool for me may ha'e him. 
 
 His feet gaun foremost o'er the knowe. 
 The first flight o' the winter's rime 
 
 
 
 The carle has nae fault but ane ; 
 
 That on the kirkyard sward had faun. 
 
 
 
 For he has land and dollars plenty , 
 
 The wanton wife skiffed aff his grave. 
 
 
 
 But, waes me for him, skin and bane 
 
 A-kirking wi' her new gudeman. 
 
 
 
 Is no for a plump lass of twenty. 
 
 
 
 
 Hout awa', I winna ha'e him ! 
 
 A dainty dame I wat was she. 
 
 
 
 Na, forsooth, I winna. ha'e him ! 
 
 High brent and burnished was her brow. 
 
 
 
 What signifies his dirty riggs. 
 
 'Mang lint-locks curling ; and her lips 
 
 
 
 And oiish, without a man wi' them ? 
 
 Twin daisies dawned through honey dew. 
 And light and loesome in the dance. 
 
 
 
 But should my cankert daddie gar 
 
 When ha' was het, or kirn was won ; 
 
 
 
 Me tak* him 'gainst my inclination. 
 
 Her breasts twa drifts o* purest snaw. 
 
 
 
 I warn the fumbler to beware 
 
 In cauld December's bosom faun. 
 
 
 
 That antlers dinna claim their station. 
 
 
 
 
 Hout awa' ! I winna ha'e him ! 
 
 But lang ere winter's winds blew by. 
 
 
 
 Na, forsooth, I winna ha'e him ! 
 
 She skirled in her lonesome bow ; 
 
 
 
 I'm fleyed to crack the holy band. 
 
 Her new gudeman, wi' hazle rung. 
 
 
 
 Sae lawty says, I should na ha'e him. { 
 
 ^ Began to kame her wanton pow. 
 
 
 
 
 
01 
 
 SCOmra 80568. 
 
 Toam fivw iHT ktat aad caold ha> pn. 
 And dn%h and 4o«te wmnd tlw Blsht, 
 
 ^ In Mm wemi been tlHU aiy mM ■MMTiVa*, 
 !>• nft b«a At' vMitr ite* I «M a MM, 
 
 8be drMvy Ml IwMi wted im^ 
 Her chMk B«^ dta^lad imo nMh; 
 
 Unlfteppit, bMrifav OM « 
 And hii—w hMintil n» 
 
 And «• th* tans fli- frn* IMT MO, 
 
 IM now, wtea tM Idffe or tM MMkM I fBS 
 My wMlfcw, trtMtt nwd 1 1» Mdki' o^» 
 
 I diBk at «B IV7 tiw fMte* «rt. 
 Imtt tunuiond I mM'd egfcnr btm 
 
 ItedilBfBadlMliatliMMHa**^ («lMr, 
 
 ] ir«<r lidm timt b vmn. Ml* n 8t kr tte hdrd. 
 
 Mjr nafi new Monv fer tiM taOtai' o^i 
 I MyMd«M«n*bMn,MidMf Miy^lBttvywd; 
 
 An* Ite M* OMtr In diMMi 0^ llw ivonia' ot* 
 I Kowrii ri oo m ig«i l iwM th i r ,oriHnd,qrMM>wM t, 
 [WniTTBii by A. Scott, to tht tan* «r "TIm fl Or bnnld n^ft^ wtum, wl* hU, mam, m alMt, 
 
 ®f^f flfiOif ;^afmn. 
 
 BMkand tb« Wm Ptekto IVm."] 
 
 In now a gndt A«nMr, I>> mm 
 
 An' my hmrt iV* lonva Bfli» n 
 
 An' I te'o MTvnnti M Mr aoMMi 
 
 ■ I'M vlmrln' 
 I. lot. 
 
 rIn'oX 
 
 My ftiM li n MMV MM, Um hl|k on a Mnir, 
 Tbo Mair-eoalB an' plt«M» aft ifeM at my door. 
 An' whna Urn Ay lown I'm ayi mio o' • •bow y, 
 To MolMM My bwd tor Um plowln' ot. 
 
 LccM Mt on tlM maOln Ifcat^ to-n to my •harr. 
 
 It Mbi MX MMkb bowM tor iho Mwin' oti 
 I^ MX bMM aowM fbr pMlvn, an* BMlr. 
 
 And a telnly bit bog te Iha Mawln* of. 
 A iiiMw an'nbliiit iii My iimiiliia biiMi gi^M, 
 l*vt a oamio «M wttt to dant whan I ptanM, 
 Twa balmlM, twn MOans. tbnt abrtp owor tbo has. 
 
 An* tboy*!! aoon mn aoitet at tbt pb»wln' o'U 
 
 My bigsan Hand* rwwt on tblt oooth ilopln' bin. 
 
 An' tho nn tbinM mo bonnUy bMtmln' on'l. 
 An* paot My door troti a dMr piattttn* iflt, 
 Fna tbo lod^ w4iar» tlM wOd dneka aio «wlM> 
 Mln'oot^ 
 An' on to gn«i banks, «k tho fay MMMM dayi. 
 My wlflo trtpo banfcot. a-blM«hlm iMr daoi. 
 An' on tbo dMr bimIuw wl* raptaro I gOM, 
 WbUt I whtatlo and ring at tbo ptowla* ot. 
 
 To rank amang fluncn I hatt maeUt prldi^ 
 Bvt I naona ^Mak high whan I'm toUin* et. 
 
 How brawUa I strut on my ilMltio to fido, 
 Wr a nunpit to abow ftir tbo oelUn' o'U 
 
 Voro 
 
 i;aa'bo 
 
 I* ox 
 
 An* on tko dowfAgn. whaa tend hMitaMM bkiw 
 Fn* Mag 1* tho ipoMo I'D bo vWwtai* o*t. 
 
 An* JWI tiM rado Moot In My iMlHthMklt ba*. 
 Whan Mds ara OMfd np ftno tbo plowin* ox 
 
 My beulo woo wtto. tbo balraloo, an* MO. 
 
 TmdoyoiOMtlMooonlo'toaiViyo^^ (bo^ 
 
 An* woU MM la gndo kopM OP tbo pkfwln' ox 
 
 jbSlUK IttD SlRft* 
 
 [Wa«TTMilnl808 (dartiVttw alami oTa f 
 la iiibia)by AiinaaweooTT, nowor rMontfy brth« 
 ' - V tai Iko parUb or Dowdon, 
 
 Ml M*nr In tboir wlHtaM Bko oooc 
 
 In wlntor, whan doop woo tbo g 
 And niehro gloomy eanopy opiind, 
 
 AoU Hymon oot lontln* bb enttto* 
 And lewiln* bk bntloan kr bal I 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 95 
 
 
 Auld Janet, his wife, out a-gazing, '^ There footmen and yeomen paradin'. 
 
 
 
 To lock in the door was her care; 
 
 To scour off in dirdum were seen ; 
 
 
 
 She, seeing our signals a-blazing, 
 
 And wives and young lasses a* sheddin' 
 
 
 
 Came rinnin* in ryving her hair: 
 
 The briny saut tears frae their een. 
 
 
 
 0, Symon, the Frenchies are landit ! 
 
 Then aflf wl' his bonnet got Symie, 
 
 
 
 Gae look man, and slip on your shoon ; 
 
 And to the commander he gaes. 
 
 
 
 Our signals I see them extendit. 
 
 Quo' he. Sir, I mean to gae wi' ye. 
 
 
 
 Like red risin* rays frae the moon. 
 
 And help ye to lounder our faes : 
 
 
 
 "What a plague ! the French landit ! quo' Symon, 
 
 I'm auld, yet I'm teuch as the wire. 
 
 
 
 And clash gaed his pipe to the wa' : 
 
 Sae we'll at the rogues ha'e a dash. 
 
 
 
 Faith, then, there's be loadin* and primin'. 
 
 And fegs, if my gun winna fire. 
 
 
 
 Quo' he, if they're landit ava. 
 
 I'll turn her but-end and I'll thrash. 
 
 
 
 Our youngest son's in the militia, 
 
 Well spoken, my hearty old hero ! 
 
 
 
 Our eldest grandson's volunteer: 
 
 The captain did smilin' reply ; 
 
 
 
 O' tlie French to be fti' o' the flesh o'. 
 
 But begg'd he wad stay till to-morrow. 
 
 
 
 I too i' the ranks shall appear. 
 
 Till day-licht should glent in the sky. 
 
 
 
 His waistcoat-pouch fill'd he wi' pouther. 
 
 What reck, a' the stoure cam' to naething. 
 
 
 
 . And bang'd down his rusty auld gun ; 
 
 Sae Symon, and Janet his dame. 
 
 
 
 His bullets he pat in the other. 
 
 Halescart, frae the wars, without skaithing. 
 
 
 
 
 Gaed, bannin' the French, away hame. 
 
 
 
 Then humpled he out in a hiury, 
 
 
 
 
 While Janet his courage bewails. 
 And cried out. Dear Symon, be wary ! 
 
 #S) mm tiiti 0"J)» 
 
 
 
 And teuchly she hung by his tails. 
 
 
 
 
 Let be wi' your kindness, cried Symon, 
 
 [From a collection of Jacobite Melodies, pub- 
 
 
 
 Nor vex me wi' tears and your cares ; 
 
 lished at Edinburgh in 1823. This lamentation is 
 
 
 
 For, now^ to be ruled by a woman. 
 
 said to relate to an incident connected with the 
 
 
 
 Nae laurels shall crown my grey hairs. 
 
 massacre of the Macdonalds of Glenco, in 1691.J 
 
 
 
 Then hear me, quo' Janet, I pray thee. 
 
 Oh, was not I a weary wight ? 
 
 
 
 I'll tend thee, love, livin' or deid. 
 
 Oh ono chri oh ! oh ono chri oh ! 
 
 
 
 And if thou should fa', I'll dee wi' thee. 
 
 Maid, wife, and widow, in one night ! 
 
 
 
 Or tie up thy wounds if thou bleed. 
 
 Oh ono chri oh ! &c. 
 
 
 
 Quo' Janet, O, keep frae the riot ! 
 
 When in my soft and yielding arms. 
 
 
 
 Last nicht, man, I dreamt ye was deid ; 
 
 Oh ono chri oh ! &c. 
 
 
 
 This aught days I tentit a pyot 
 
 When most I thought him free from harms. 
 
 
 
 Sit chatfrin' upon the house-held. 
 
 Oh ono chri oh I Sec. 
 
 
 
 As yesterday, workin' my stockin'. 
 
 Even at the dead time of the night. 
 
 
 
 And you vd' the sheep on the hill. 
 
 Oh ono chri oh 1 &c. 
 
 
 
 A muckle black corbie sat croaking; 
 
 They broke my bower, and slew my knight. 
 
 
 
 I kend it forebodit some ill. 
 
 Oh ono chri oh ! &c. 
 
 
 
 Hout, cheer up, dear Janet, be hearty; 
 
 With ae lock of his jet black hair. 
 
 
 
 For, ere the neist sun may gae down. 
 
 Oh ono chri oh 1 &c. 
 
 
 
 Wha kens but I'll shoot Bonaparte, 
 
 I'll tye my heart for ever mair; 
 
 
 
 And end my auld days in renown. 
 
 Oh ono chri oh * &c. 
 
 
 
 Syne off in a hurry he stumpled. 
 
 Nae sly-tongued youtli, or flattering swain, 
 
 
 
 Wi' bullets, and pouther, and gun ; 
 
 Oh ono chri oh ! &c. 
 
 
 
 Af8 curpin auld Janet, too, humpled 
 
 Shall e'er untye thU knot again : 
 
 
 
 Awa' to the neist neebour-toun : ^ 
 
 A Oh ono chri oh ! &c. 
 
 
 
 
00 
 
 Thtet, MDI, 4«r ytrnth, that bcM 
 
 Oh OBO chil oh ! tte* 
 ttot pmt lar aai^t »«• hMm • 
 
 OhiNwehii«h!*e. 
 
 BOOITiaH BOVOfl. 
 
 ®t)e €EraberIttn!U«man« 
 
 [Tnt h uH Miroai ud gnphk ptea !• ftonalty 
 Meiibad to J A KM y. king or aeotkad, (born laS : 
 ated 1619). Jmdm V. wu kaown oOm to go la 
 di«niw> •nd Indolfo In froUoi rimllar to tho ooo 
 
 Th* ■Im* «M «Md4, ht «M aaif , 
 
 »»V. 
 
 kooAr.aBdOTOMtDklM, 
 ■■■■i w tfct— Xboifat. 
 hm 1 mm , mjM . Piaiw b> hit! 
 MTlAlHlpwaMiB. 
 
 Tn* pawkto nli AMI* «MW 0^ Ite l« 
 %iri' mooy gate tftai and di^B to mo. 
 
 Will jroo lodg« • Mj poor man ? 
 Tho niebt «ru oanld, the earlo wtm wat. 
 And down ajront the Ingle be tat; 
 MydOBghter^ eboathen he ■gan to dap, 
 
 And oadgUy ranted and «ng. 
 
 O wQfw ! (too* he, wen I ae ftve. 
 As ftnt when I mw thit eoontrle. 
 How Uythe and merry wad I bo I 
 
 And I wad never think tang. 
 He grew canty, and the grew Ada { 
 But little did her aoU mlany hm 
 -What thir ilSe twa togethtr were MgnnB* 
 
 When wooing tbejr were ne thraag. 
 
 And O ! qoo' he, an' y were aa biMk 
 Ae e^ the crown of my daddyli hat. 
 Tie I wad Uy thee by my back. 
 
 And awa' wl' me thon thoold gang. 
 And O I qat/ ehe, an' I were at while, 
 Ae ew the enaw lay on the dfte, 
 I'd deed me braw and faMly like. 
 
 And awa' wl' thee I would gang. 
 
 Between the twa wae made a plot; 
 They raiee a wee betare the eodi, 
 Aad wttUy they ehot the kKk, 
 
 And fhet to the bent are they gaaa. 
 Up In the mom the aald wift ralee, 
 Ao«! at her Idrnre pat oa bn> daiee : 
 Byne to the Mrvaafi bod the gaaa. 
 
 Ton 
 
 O Or gv fMe, aad ly gar ita, 
 
 Aad haete ye flad theee tiaytotfl agala } 
 
 r» Aeli be hwat, aad heM be ehOa, 
 
 The w Miifti * gabet huul e watm, 
 tone fade apo' hone, aoiBe taa a fit. 
 The wttt wia wad, aad oirt «^ IHT wHi 
 flha aoB^d aa png, aar fit ODa^d the dt. 
 
 Bat aya aha aanns aa4 *t baaa'd. 
 
 Faaaag 
 
 The tana wfl 
 Oatftaaaaawd 
 
 To lo» her t» aye, he ga% her hit akh, 
 
 Qoer aha. Te have thee I wffl be kith, 
 
 Mya 
 
 i 
 
 wr flBBk aad kni rn wla year bnad, 
 Aad ipladlea aad whoeiM tar tiMBB wha aaad, 
 WhUkiaageatlet 
 
 To eany the g 
 111 bow my kg, aad craok ay kaaa^ 
 Aad draw a bkMk doat a^ mj oX 
 A orlppla or bllad th^r «« ••' iH. 
 
 While wa AaD be MMny aad ala^ 
 

 
 ■ 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISU SONGS. 9^ 
 
 
 4 
 
 S? Tho' brighter the landscape, and blander the air. 
 In climes that look straight to the sun, 
 
 
 
 «< If ^ Uul if^ nm UmxJ' 
 
 The dearest enjoyments of home are not there. 
 The chat and the laugh by the hearth's cheering 
 glare. 
 
 
 
 [Edward Polin, Paisley.— Here first printed.] 
 
 When day and its laboxirs are done. 
 
 
 
 It's true, frlen's, it's true. 
 
 And thus, like the snow-cover'd hills of their land, 
 
 
 
 An' I'm wae tne confess. 
 
 Its sons may seem rugged and rude, 
 
 
 
 That our joy micht be mair, 
 
 Yet gentler in heart is each man of the band, 
 
 
 
 An' our grief miclit be less; 
 
 More kindly in feeling, more open in hand. 
 
 
 
 But we aye get a moutlifu'. 
 
 Than all whom the tropics include. 
 
 
 
 Tliough we wliiles kenna wliar. 
 
 
 
 
 Sae, ! frien's, be tlianlcfu'— 
 
 
 
 
 " It's weel it's nae waur." 
 
 
 
 
 We've a' dreet tiie girnin' 
 
 ** ^ %mh ©I^ ftoEg/* 
 
 
 
 0' cauld gloomin' care. 
 Yet 0' hope's moniin' sang 
 
 [Edward Polin, Paisley.— Here first printed.] 
 
 
 
 Ha'e we no luid our share ? 
 
 
 
 
 Though the cary he dark whiles. 
 There's aye some bit star. 
 
 I HAVK wander'd afar 'neath stranger skies. 
 
 
 
 And have revell'd amid their flowers. 
 
 
 
 Tae keep us reflectin' 
 
 I have lived in the light of Italian eyes. 
 
 
 
 " It's weel it's nae waur." 
 
 And dream'd in Italian bowers, 
 While the wond'rous strains of their sunny cliraa 
 
 
 
 We've sicken'd in sorrow 
 
 Have been trill 'd to enchant mine ears , 
 
 
 
 At parting to-day, 
 But the meeting to-morrow 
 
 But, oh ! how I longed for the song and the time 
 
 
 
 When my heart could respond with its tears. 
 
 
 
 Can chase it away ; 
 
 Then sing me a song, a good old song. 
 
 
 
 An' if some frien's ha'e wither'd 
 
 Not the foreign, the learn'd, the grand,— 
 
 
 
 Sin' we were afar. 
 
 But a simple song, a good old song 
 
 
 
 We ken whar their banes lie— 
 
 Of my own dear father-land. 
 
 
 
 " It's weel it's nae waur." 
 
 I have heard, with the great, and the proud, and 
 
 
 
 Our ills ha'e been mony— 
 
 the gay. 
 
 
 
 We've a' had our share, 
 
 All, all they would have me adore. 
 
 
 
 An' nae doubt we've whiles thocht 
 
 Of that music divine that, enraptur'd, they say. 
 
 
 
 That nane could ha'e mair; 
 
 Can be equall'd on earth never more ; 
 
 
 
 But yet there are thousan's 
 
 And it may be their numbers indeed are divine, 
 
 
 
 Mair wretched by far, 
 
 Though they move not my heart through mine 
 
 
 
 Then, ! frien's, be thankfti*— 
 
 ears. 
 
 
 
 " It's weel it's nae waur." 
 
 But a ballad old of the dear *' langsyne" 
 Can alone claim my tribute of tears. 
 
 
 
 
 Then sing me a song, &c. 
 
 
 
 ^mthn^. 
 
 I have come from a far and a foreign clime 
 
 
 
 To mine own loved haunts once more, 
 
 
 
 
 With a yearning for all of my childhood's timij; 
 
 
 
 [Thomas Smibekt.] 
 
 And the dear home-sounds of yore i 
 
 
 
 Thk hills of my country are mantled with snow. 
 
 And here if there yet be love for i:ie. 
 
 
 
 Yet, oh ! I but love them the more ; 
 
 ! away with those strangei lays. 
 
 
 
 More noble they seem in the sun's setting glow. 
 
 And now let my only welcome be 
 
 
 
 Than all that the vales of the Southron can show, 
 
 An old song of my boyhood days. 
 
 
 
 When gay wiih the summer's whole store. ^ 
 
 ' Then sing me a song, &c. 
 
 
 
 ._. 
 
 
 
 
98 
 
 sooTTisu ■ojroa 
 
 Saints SaMc. 
 
 II I1iawtolikanMll«>ib«|. 
 
 [Taa Mlowlng mmg, whkh Brmin «nt to 
 Tbomoa'keoDectSoBiWMiiicidyaa fanpiovamenk 
 •ad •steoilon of » wag whkh h* had pnvkNwIj 
 oontrlbatnl to JohnMoM Xowam, calbd ** Th» 
 OudeiMr wl* hii piddl*." ** Xtadnlgr Davte," mjt 
 Allan CDnnlngfaam, *' k Um naiMor an oM aMRjr 
 •ong from which Bonu haa bo ri u wtd noUdng 
 nv* the titi* and the mcMaia. It rriatae the 
 Advcntore of DavM Wllllanuon, a pr eae h i r of 
 the dajrt of the covenant: he wm panned tgr IM> 
 adl*e diagoone, and HcMnf a leA^e la the booee 
 of Obe ii/u ec e , the deroat Udjr pot the man of 
 God taitoa bed hMde her daaghtor, to hUe hha 
 hum the men of BrtteL The letnm whhli the 
 rpTvend fentlemaa made ftir thie Is mC fcrth very 
 graphkalljr In the eld vefwe. Tkt Tonng lady 
 •higt— 
 
 ' Being panaed bjr a dragoon. 
 Within my bed he was laid down. 
 And weel I wat he wae worth hie room. 
 My donee, n.y dainty Davto !' ** 
 
 '*The tone of Dainty DaTk," a^« Mr. 8len* 
 hmue, " le Ineertad In PUyfcr«l'e Bandng Maetor. 
 Ant pabtkhed te 1697. Itkckar. thei«ftMa,tlMU 
 tiieie wae a eong nnder thk title, long belH* the 
 well-known ttovy ahoat the ftet. SiavU William* 
 •on and the danghtv ofthe lain! of ChenytNto.*^ 
 
 Now roey May ooroee In wl' flowen. 
 To deck her gay green birken bowcfi. 
 And now come in my happy honn. 
 To wander wi' my Davk. 
 
 Meet me on the warfodt knewo. 
 Dainty Davk, dahity Davkt 
 
 There 111 qtend the day wi' jron. 
 My ain dear dainty Darie. 
 
 The erjfwtal waten round n« fh'. 
 The meny birds are lorert a'. 
 The aoented b r e e se s round as blaw, 
 I wt* nv Dia*k. 
 
 When porple morning starts the hare. 
 To steal upon her early Aire, 
 Then throogb the dews I will repair. 
 To meet my ftkithAi' Dark. 
 
 ^\)t Gartout felt' ii$ yaiMe. 
 
 (Tnii 
 
 between ** DalB^ Utty," aitd ** Tlw Oai 
 hittor Bonaa aoBlHha 
 i%M— III. ItkadaptodtoanoMt 
 
 Td dsek her gay gi««i'«i 
 * Then bav.ba^ are hkh 
 
 The gw^'Mr wf hb paMb. 
 The eryelal waton flSiMly li'l 
 The metty hMi an loean a* t 
 The aoentod toeane noad Mm Uaw- 
 
 The gard*Ber wi* hk paMlB. 
 
 When parpk momliv starts the han^ 
 To steal opoo her eaify Au«, 
 Than thrDi«h the dcwt he HMM 
 The gnd'Mr wt* hk paldla. 
 
 rwiaalMlonnbe*— 
 
 ILttdts VTai^sf. 
 
 [VBMi the am enl. «r ■■Mi^^i Tsa-Thhk 
 Mkerihuiy, when H appaon wMb the mark Q, 
 sigttUyiag that It k an okl song with addlt*oae. 
 Rcpwdhig thk song, Locd W oo dh oo s s l es saysi 
 " I han been hilbnaed, en good aathorfty, thai 
 the wosdi, as prlntsd in Ramsay^ eeUeetks^ 
 wen writton by the Bon. Doiioam Poaaas, hw< 
 preeMent .of the Oourt of Se ss l D n ." Itkglnnbi 
 Bamaay to the tone of ** Dainty OaYk."] 
 
 Wmui Ibps, In safl Italian vene. 
 
 Ilk ftdr aae^ eea and brvkt nhaai 
 
 Whik aaagi abenad, and wit k « 
 
 ThenlkMlli 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 99 
 
 
 Hut neither darts nor arrows, here, I 
 
 ^ 
 
 
 
 Venus nor Cupid, shall appear ; 
 
 
 
 
 Although with these fine sounds, I swear. 
 
 ^gtrnw Mt^i^ie* 
 
 
 
 The maidens are delighted. 
 
 
 
 I was aye telling you, 
 
 
 
 
 Lucky Nancy, Lucky Nancy, 
 
 [This old ditty, to its own tune, appeared in 
 
 
 
 Auld springs wad ding the new. 
 
 Herd's collection, 1776.] 
 
 
 
 But ye wad never trow me. 
 
 Symon Brodie had a cow : 
 
 
 
 Nor snaw with crimson will 1 mix, 
 
 The cow was lost, and he couldna find herr 
 
 
 
 To spread upon ray lassie's cheeks ; 
 
 When he had done what man could do, 
 
 
 
 And syne the unmeaning name prefix. 
 
 The cow cam' hame, and her tail behind her. 
 
 
 
 Miranda, Cloe, Phillis ; 
 
 Honest auld Symon Brodie, 
 
 
 
 I'll fetch nae simile frae Jove, 
 
 Stupid auld doitit bodie ! 
 
 
 
 :My height of ecstacy to prove, 
 
 I'll awa' to the north countrie. 
 
 
 
 Nor sighing— thus— present my love 
 
 And see my ain dear Symon Brodie. 
 
 
 
 With roses eke and lilies. 
 
 Symon Brodie had a wife. 
 
 
 
 But, stay— I had amaist forgot 
 
 And, wow! but she was braw and bonnie. 
 
 
 
 My mistress, and my sang to boot. 
 
 She took the dish-clout aff the bulk. 
 
 
 
 And that's an unco fiiut, I wot; 
 
 And preen'd it to her cockernonie. 
 
 
 
 But, Nancy, 'tis nae matter : 
 
 Honest auld Symon Brodie, &e. 
 
 
 
 Ye see I clink my verse vA' rhyme. 
 
 
 
 
 And ken ye that atones the crime , 
 
 
 
 
 For bye, how sweet my numbers chime, 
 
 
 
 
 And glide away like water ! 
 
 
 
 
 Now ken, my reverend sonsy fair. 
 Thy runkled cheeks, and lyart hair. 
 
 ^|e Blgrt^wie UtiML 
 
 
 
 Thy half-shut een, and hcddling air. 
 
 
 
 
 Are a' my passion's fuel ; 
 
 [This piece of satiric humour was first pub- 
 
 
 
 Nae skyring gowk, my dear, can see. 
 
 lished in Watson's collection of Scottish poems. 
 
 
 
 Or love, or grace, or heaven in thee ; 
 
 1706, and its authorship has generally been ascrib- 
 
 
 
 Yet thou hast charms enew for me ; 
 
 ed to Francis Semple, Esq. of Bel trees, in Ren- 
 
 
 
 Then smile, and be na cruel. 
 
 frewshire, who lived about the middle of the 17th 
 
 
 
 Leeze me on thy snawy pow. 
 
 century. Of late years, however, it has been 
 
 
 
 Lucky Nancy, Lucky Nancy ; 
 
 claimed as the composition of Sir William Scott 
 
 
 
 Dryest wood will eithest low. 
 
 of Thirlestane, in Selkirkshire, ancestor of the pre- 
 
 
 
 And, Nancy, sae will ye now. 
 
 sent lord Napier. His claim is only supported on 
 the faith of an unbroken tradition in the Napier 
 
 
 
 Troth, I have sung the sang to you. 
 
 family. Sir William was married in 1699 to Eli- 
 
 
 
 Which ne'er anither bard wad do ; 
 
 zabeth, mistress of Napier, and died in 1725. T%w 
 
 
 
 Hear, then, my charitable vow. 
 
 years after his death, a collection of his Latin 
 
 
 
 Dear venerable Nancy : 
 
 poems was printed at Edinburgh.] 
 
 
 
 But, if the world my passion wrang. 
 
 
 
 
 And say ye only live m sang. 
 
 Fy let us a' to the bridal. 
 
 
 
 Ken, I despise a slandering tongue, 
 
 For ther'll be liltin' there ; 
 
 
 
 And sing to please my fancy. 
 
 For Jock's to be married to Maggie, 
 
 
 
 Tjeeze me on, &c. 
 
 The lass wi' the gowden hair. 
 And there'U be langkale and pottage, 
 And bannocks o' barley meal ; 
 
 
 
 
 And there'll be good saut hen-in*. 
 To relish a cogue o' gude yill. 
 ; Fy let us a', &c. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
100 
 
 aoomsniovML 
 
 And tbef^ te Chodk tht 
 
 ▲od wm wl* tiM mkkte i 
 And tberaH te 1km Um U« 
 
 And Aadraw tiM tiaktar. 
 And thmll bt bow-kgslt 
 
 Wl' thaml 
 And thtrrn tm Nin ctiwlrtl 
 
 ▲ad Uwito, the labd •* I 
 
 Aad phMki».tei^ Wat cf tte flA { 
 :teppOT-aaMd fyuMto, Md OOM*. 
 Thai wlat la Um bam ar IIM kUL 
 
 Tha» la wT blMk BmI* dM Mol ( 
 Wl* oMCvBa* unit, aad llhM*, 
 Tha iMi that iUi aft ea th» ilooL 
 
 Aad thMvH b* Jattea Vadowil*. 
 
 Aad bUakla' ditft Butaia UmOtgi 
 WV flM-tafglt ihalnili fcnj Lawrk. 
 
 Aad $imi^fi»^mu^4 flrtai Mi*. 
 Aad thmH b* bapp»» M pyd Vaacte. 
 
 Aad fldiy-awad PhMrrto by aamr. 
 Mack Maadk, aad &t-hisstt Orink, 
 
 Th* laM wt' Um g 
 
 Aad hit flalklt wt* Jmmr Bril. 
 Aad mitltthlna<d Moafo Maaivlt, 
 
 Tht hMt that WM tUnwr htaMriL 
 Thtrt ladi aad hunt la pcaillagi 
 
 Win tatt la tht hMTt c tht ha'i 
 On qrt>o««i Mid ratAult, aad tarlliu. 
 
 That art faalth toddta aad taw. 
 
 AndthereHbtkditti 
 
 And «Mth o' gudt ftbboda o* tlnii, 
 PowModie. and diammoek, aad oowdlt. 
 
 And ealler aowi^btC OB a piMt: 
 Aad thcrell bt parlq^ aad b«eUt% 
 
 Aad whjrttat aad iptldlnt taew. 
 And ringtt ■http-heada aad a hag^ 
 
 And aciMiUpt to tap tm jn tftm. 
 
 And theiv'U bt gndt 
 
 And wmcntp and Ihritt, aad bapt, 
 Wl* twatt aad watlt tia ptd paindMt. 
 
 And teandjr la ttonpt aad la oMptt 
 Aad thtrrn bt nMat-kaO aad kaalotkt, 
 
 Wl* gldak to tap tai yt riw; 
 And raatta to rottt oa a biaadtr, 
 
 or llonka that wm tahte alha. 
 
 WtH riw ap aad dtaM IB «• da^ 
 lyiatwa'totktbrtdal. 
 
 For Jockt to bt aMtittd to M»§gk», 
 
 Tha hMi wf tha •tvtfaa telr. 
 
 I^alloto-fait. 
 
 [" HALunr-rAia.- to tht taat aT «* Pjr. Itt at 
 a* to tht bridal." «aa wiltlaa by Ibt aatotaaato 
 Boaaar raaaotM*. IhtitlUlaiaMiil piiaaitui cf 
 BHrna.aad im prtatod la tevM r 
 UoaoTlTTL HaBow^Mr li a Mr b 
 
 Tnnu^ tartk ar bnw Joakka aod Jaaalto 
 
 Ooaaai iwl tiatlll lato tht hir, 
 WHh rlbboaa oa tMr aeehwaaala^ 
 
 Thai Wmia «aa Had to hb brida I 
 Tht powalt waa aa^v bal 
 
 Vt aM WUUa bMklt Mt bnw t 
 Aad flaaitjr ht aM la tht aWMMt, 
 
 Aad hM« al Iba ll«aar did aa*. 
 Thtia aaa niaidli, thai aaal laaad Ma haalt. 
 
 Ha toak Iha plal-ttoap la ya anM, 
 And hagptd ll.aad Mid. Ttaath ihty^ Maalt. 
 
 That loa aa a cuid-lhlh«^ balra. 
 
 Thtia WM WattK Uw aiabkuid kddb. 
 That rldH oa tha boaala flap eewt. 
 
 With twotd bp hk aMt Uht a eadlt 
 To driM la tha thttpaad tht aavt. 
 
 Hk deahltl Mt waal it did tl hha. 
 
 It 
 
 With hair piMthaMd. hat. aad a kaihtr. 
 
 aoatHhathawkMli 
 Pak Wattk ht Ml mi ihi miiij. 
 
 Aad bitaftl a* tht baaa ki hk dktak 
 Hk platok Ml oat o* tha haMHt. 
 
 Aad wn« a' badaahad wl* dkt, 
 Tha Mk thcp eon' roaad htai la tiaalani 
 
 Sgma kaeh, aiid ariad. Lad. WM la hart > 
 
1 
 
 1 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. JQl 
 
 
 But fH>ut wad let naebody steer him, '■ 
 
 ^ My daddle '8 a delver o' dykes. 
 
 
 
 He aye \\-as sae waaton and skeigh ; 
 
 My mother can card and spin. 
 
 
 
 The packmen's stands he overturned them. 
 
 And I'm a fine fodgel lass. 
 
 
 
 And garred a' the Jocks stand abeigh ; 
 
 And the siller comes linkin' in j 
 
 
 
 Wi' sneerin' behind and before him. 
 
 The siller comes linkin' in. 
 
 
 
 For sic is the mettle o* brutes. 
 
 And it is fu' fair to see. 
 
 
 
 Puir Wattie, and wae's me for him, 
 
 And fifty times, wow ! wow ! 
 
 
 
 Was fain to gang haine in his boots. 
 
 What ails the lads at me ? 
 
 
 
 Now it was late in the e'enJng, 
 
 "VVTienever our Bawty does bark. 
 
 
 
 And boughting-time Avas drawing near; 
 
 Then fast to the door 1 rin. 
 
 
 
 The lasses had stanched their greening 
 
 To see gin ony young spark 
 
 
 
 Wi' fouth C braw apples and beer. 
 
 • Will licht and venture but in ; 
 
 
 
 There was LiUie, and Tibbie, and Sibbie, 
 
 But never a ane will come in. 
 
 
 
 And Ceiey on the spindle could spin. 
 
 Though mony a ane gaes by ; 
 
 
 
 Stood glovsTin' at signs and glass winnocks. 
 
 Syne ben the house I rin. 
 
 
 
 But deil a ane bade them come in. 
 
 And a weary wicht am I. 
 
 
 
 Gude guide us ! saw ye e'er the like o't? 
 
 When I was at my first prayers. 
 
 
 
 See, yonder's a bonnie black swan ; 
 
 I pray'd but anes i' the year. 
 
 
 
 It glow'rs as it wad fain be at us ; 
 
 I wish'd for a handsome young lad. 
 
 
 
 What's jon tlmt it hauds in its hand ? 
 
 And a lad wi' muckle gear. 
 
 
 
 Awa', daft gowk, cries Wattie, 
 
 When I was at my neist prayers. 
 
 
 
 They're a* but a ruckle o' sticks ; 
 
 I pray'd but now and then. 
 
 
 
 See, there is Hill -Jock and auld Hawkie, 
 
 I fash'd na my head about gear. 
 
 
 
 And yonder's Mess John and auld Nick. 
 
 If I got a handsome young man. 
 
 
 
 Quoth Maggie, Come buy us our fairin' ; 
 
 Now I am at my last prayers. 
 
 
 
 And Wattie richt sleely could tell, 
 
 I pray on baith nicht and day. 
 
 
 
 I think thou'rt the flower o' the clachan,— 
 
 And, oh, if a beggar wad come. 
 
 
 
 In trowth, now, I'se gi'e thee mysell. 
 
 With that same beggar I'd gae. 
 
 
 
 But wha wad ha' e'er thocht it o' him. 
 
 And, oh, and what '11 come o' me! 
 
 
 
 That e'er he had rippled the lint ? 
 
 And, oh, and what '11 I do ! 
 
 
 
 Sae proud was he o' his Maggie, 
 
 That sic a braw lassie as I 
 
 
 
 Though she was baith scaulie and squint. 
 
 Should die for a wooer, I trow ! 
 
 
 
 ^!k|ttt KaEC|}, 
 
 ^J^ MnUx 0Ht hn%. 
 
 
 
 [This appeare in the first vol. of Ramsay's Tea- 
 
 
 
 Table Miscellany (1724) without any mark. The 
 
 
 
 
 reader will discover in it the origin of the English 
 
 [By J. Maynk, author of " Logan Braes." See 
 
 
 
 Bong, " Nobody coming to marry me." It is givea 
 
 page 24.] 
 
 
 
 in Ramsay to the tune of " Kirk wad let me be."] 
 
 The winter sat lang on the spring o' the year. 
 
 
 
 It's I^a'e seven braw new gouns, 
 
 Our seedtime was late, and our mailing was dear; 
 
 
 
 And ither seven better to mak' ; 
 
 ^ly mither tint her heart when she look'd on us a', 
 
 
 
 And yet, for a' my new gouns, 
 
 And we thought upon them that were farest awa' j 
 
 
 
 My wooer has turn'd his back. 
 
 ! were they but here that are farest awa' ! 
 
 
 
 Besides, I have seven milk-kye. 
 
 ! were they but here that are dear to us a' I 
 
 
 
 And Sandy he has but three ; 
 
 Our cares would seem light and our sorrows but 
 
 
 
 And yet, for a' my gude kye. 
 
 sma'. 
 
 
 
 The laddie winna ha'e me. { 
 
 ^ If they were but here that are far frae us a'l 
 
 
 
 
 
102 
 
 And DM MM ai ham* tiM dnil pro^Kct to ekMr, 
 Oar Johaal* bM wrfttaB, fra* tkr awa' parti, 
 ▲ MMr tiMU H^tena and hands ap our iMarla. 
 Ha i^a, ** Mj d«ar mhlMr, Cboosfa I to awm*. 
 In lo«« and aflbelioa I'm alill wl' |a a' t 
 Whoa 1 ha** a telnK, jrrw a|« taa-a a ba', 
 Wr plMtgr to toap oat tha fkoat and tlM mmm." 
 
 M y tolttor. a'wijogr'd at Ihli aha^t la tor tcato, 
 B^ tto balm ttot ato doatad oa aarly aad lata, 
 Ol'ai thanbi, night aad daj, to tto Givar oT a'. 
 Ttonli baen naethlng onwathy o" hbn ttort awa*! 
 Ttoa, tort ia to tton that art fttr Itot na a', 
 Tto fHand that ne'er ftUl'd at, thooth krtatawa'l 
 Health, peaea, and pio tp g i ty, wait on at a' ! 
 Aad a bijrtto oomin* hamc to tto Mend thatt awa*! 
 
 FU age ca' in. 
 
 (CoMrotKD \>j Diraiti, in honoar of hit Jaaa. 
 Tto title of tto tane it, '* I'U gang naa malk to 
 yon toan," babag tto Ant line of aa old ballad, 
 
 gang naa mair to yon toon, 
 J, never a' my MJb again ; 
 I'D ne'er gae baek to yea tooa. 
 To tetk anither wUb again.'* 
 me a|»pean to Atf back aa in Oawaid^ CUa- 
 ..«.»« Podwt Oompanlotu It wat ul— lad to 
 to a great fltvoorite with Geotta IT. daiii« hie 
 rMt to Xdlabargh in 18&] 
 
 I'u. aye oa' in by yon toaa. 
 And by yon garden graen again ; 
 
 111 aye oa' in by yon toon. 
 And tee my bonnle Jeaa afala. 
 
 Tberet nana thall ben, therttnaae than gwiai, 
 What bringt ma back tto gate again. 
 
 Bat the, my flUrtat IblthAt' but: 
 Ajod ttowiint we thall meet again. 
 
 Sto'U wander by tto aikan trie. 
 
 Wton tryttin time dmwi near again > 
 And when her lorely ftmn I tee, 
 
 O haith, tha't doubly dear agaiiu 
 
 111 aye ca' In by yon toan. 
 
 And by jron garden green again ; 
 111 aye oa' in by yon toan. 
 
 And ate my boaalt Jeaa again. j 
 
 ^, f9at 5f bt)B*K. 
 
 ITntt It 
 
 to-Laay.- 
 
 Xtq. or imiilawaUa, AyraUm. wtw I 
 
 tfan to imaiawijllna la 17M^ wton i 
 
 thirty ytanafiva. Bariililia aa— 
 
 Johaatoa.] 
 
 O, OTATya whalla yea tooa, 
 Ta an tto a>alag aoa opaa i 
 
 Vow toply dowB yoa gay grMa Aaw, 
 8to waadeea by yoa tpiaadlag tiae; 
 
 Haw blait, ya flowrn, that raoad tor Maw 
 Ta aaaak tto glaaaat «^ tor flf^ 
 
 Bow Mial* yt Mrdtoy that taaad tor tlag, 
 
 Am4 • «ii^iipr<ii !■■ ^mm* 
 
 WMtoat ay leva, ael a* «w akanat 
 or PMadtat aoohl yWd moioy I 
 
 Bat gl% ma Jaaalt la aqr anaa. 
 Aad walaaaw Laptadm dnaria aky. 
 
 My aata wad to a kear^ bowtr, 
 Thoagh raging wtnttr laat tta alri 
 
 And tto a ioir«|y UtUe flower. 
 That I wad tent and ahelttr then. 
 
 O awaet it tto in yoa toon, 
 
 Tto tinliing tunt gaaa down opon ; 
 Tto daanat mald't ia yon toun, 
 
 Uk aittiitg beam e^ thooe apon. 
 
 If aagiy Aito to awom toy ftie. 
 And toflbring 1 am doom'd to bear. 
 
 Ill oarekn qalt aught dn below ; 
 Batapan,eh! sptunwr ' ' 
 
1 
 
 
 
 
 SCUTTISH SONGS. ]^Q3 
 
 
 For, while life's dearest blood runs warm, ^ 
 
 i Dear lassie, keep thy heart aboon. 
 
 
 
 My thoughts frae her shall ne'er depart; 
 
 For I lia'e wair'd my winter's fee. 
 
 
 
 For, as most lovely is her form. 
 
 I've coft a bonnie silken gown. 
 
 
 
 She has the truest, kindest heart. 
 
 To be a bridal gift for thee. 
 And sooner shall the hills fa' down. 
 
 
 
 
 And mountain -high shall stand ths sea. 
 Ere I'd accept a gowden crown. 
 
 
 
 #, iim imt Mm. 
 
 To change that love 1 bear for thee. 
 
 
 
 [Written by the late John- Sim of Paisley, to 
 
 
 
 
 the tune of " Banks of Spey."] 
 
 
 
 
 ! Miou hast seen the lily fair. 
 All bathed in morning dew ; 
 
 ^f Jac^'bltie^ ibg Hame. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 And thou hast seen the lovely rose. 
 Just op'ning to the view. 
 
 
 
 
 [This song appears in the fourth volume of 
 
 
 
 The lily bathed in morning dew. 
 
 Johnson's Museum, and there is every reason to 
 
 
 
 The rose so lair to see. 
 
 believe, that it is a production of Burns's, founded 
 
 
 
 Are not more pure than her I love, 
 
 on some older Jacobitical effusion. The tune of 
 
 
 
 Are not more fair than thee. 
 
 " Ye Jacobites by name " is very beautiful, and 
 has been adapted to several songs, but to none 
 
 
 
 But soon before time's withering blast. 
 
 with more success than the one entitled "My 
 
 
 
 The rose and lily fade ; 
 
 love '8 in Germanie," given elsewhere.] 
 
 
 
 Nor even will beauty such as thine 
 
 
 
 
 Outlive its djirkeuing shade. 
 
 Yk Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear ; 
 
 
 
 Yet there is that within thy breast, 
 
 Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear ; 
 
 
 
 Will rutliless time defy. 
 
 Ye Jacobites by name. 
 
 
 
 A mind will bloom v.-hen beauty fades. 
 
 Your fautes I will proclaim. 
 
 
 
 Will flourish in the sky. 
 
 Your doctrines I maun blame— 
 You shall hear. 
 
 
 
 
 What is right, and what is wrang, by the law, by 
 
 
 
 # ^att 1 xm. 
 
 the law ? 
 
 
 
 AVhat is right, and what is WTang, by the law ?- 
 
 
 
 [Robert Tanxahii.i,.] 
 
 What is right, and what is wrang ? 
 A short sword, and a lang. 
 
 
 
 sAiB I rue the witless wish. 
 
 A weak arm, and a Strang 
 
 
 
 That gar'd me gang wi' you at e'en; 
 
 For to draw. 
 
 
 
 And sair I rue the birken bush. 
 
 
 
 
 That screen'd us with its leaves sae green. 
 
 
 
 
 And though ye vow'd ye wad be mine. 
 
 What makes heroic strife, fam'd afar? 
 
 
 
 The tear o' grief aye dims my e'e. 
 
 What makes heroic strife ? 
 
 
 
 For, O ! I'm fear'd that I may tyne 
 
 To whet th' assjissin's knife. 
 
 
 
 The love that ye ha'e promis'd me ! 
 
 Or hunt a parent's life 
 Wi' bluidie war. 
 
 
 
 While ithers seek their e'ening sports. 
 
 
 
 
 I wander, di>wie, a' my lane. 
 
 Tlien let your schemes alone, in the state, in the 
 
 
 
 For when I join their glad resorts. 
 
 state; 
 
 
 
 Their daffing gi'es me meikle piiin. 
 
 Then let your schemes alone in the state. 
 
 
 
 Alas! it was'na sae shortsyne. 
 
 Then let your schemes alone. 
 
 
 
 When a' my nights were spent wi' glee ; 
 
 Adore the rising sun. 
 
 
 
 But, : I'm fear'd that I may tyne 
 
 And leave a man undone 
 
 
 
 The love that ye ha'e promis'd me. ; 
 
 ; To his fate. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
101 
 
 woomm BonotL 
 
 Wbt Nabob. | £22? 
 
 [Aui,*«TttMlki^B«tani.--Thiiilmpto.Mta. 
 nd, aad ■abrtJng ptodaeoon to to bt ftMtad la 
 
 Motvy, with Um nam* " SI iM Buuitar' attMhc4 
 •i Hm aathoiwf : but who ** Mi« Bmlnr «ai^ 
 what part of tU eoaatiy th* hrionfid to, aad 
 whMhtf aha waa Uvlns or daad, waia t aiiMo iM 
 whSch Boaa or v«7 kw eoold anrwar, aatll tha 
 nwnt pobUoatkiB ofa vohuM with tho I bU aalii g 
 Utia, " Tho PoatkMl Worka of Mtoa flaaaaaa 
 Blaadra, 'thamaaaorCkuDbarlaadt'Bowfcr tha 
 §m ttano ooOaetod by Banfy Lonaialo, M. D^ 
 wtth a PraaMO, Manolr. aad NoIh, bf VMrtak 
 MaxweU: Idtehaffh, ISO.** Pron tUa alafm 
 littla Tolum* wa ham, that Saawaa IWamliawaa 
 » DutiTe of Oambariaad, aatf bom at Oudaw 
 Hall, aboat aU milca fhim ChriMa. o« tha llth oT 
 laaaA>7, 1747; that har Aithor waa a laapaiubla 
 fctitlatnan of tha eoaatj, WUUaa Blamtaa, Biq. 
 of tho Oaka : that har nothar dkd aaify tai lUb, aad 
 Suaaaaa waa broi^ht ap ddaOjr with* baaovolaiit 
 and ridk aant, Mia. atopaoaof Th adt wead t that 
 in 1707 har oidaat dalw luah SMrriad Oahiaai 
 Oiaham «r Oartaww, jJtot whiali paalod aha 
 I poavoB of har tnno at har 
 
 yean of hot liti wara aflUetad bf iatan health, 
 andthatahodladatChrUatooa tha fth of Aprtl, 
 17H»thaatoof > » Hy o» wu . " Sho had," ae- 
 •ordlag to har Mopaphar Mr. Maswall, who tea 
 
 fiartiealan of har Mft ftom 
 
 Cut djrtng awajr, '*a giaeaf 
 
 abo?« tha mlddla aiaa, and a oooni 
 
 aUfhtly marked with tha anallpos— bcamteg with 
 
 good aatora : har dark ayaa apaiUod with aahaa- 
 
 tloB. and woo arafy haatt at tha ftnt tetiodae* 
 
 tloo. 8ho waa caMad by har aWbrMaaaia ooaatiy' 
 
 maybahi tir pt a l o daa awa n lB gabaaatlflilaMdfry 
 llToly young gtal HaraflhMBtjraad ftoCal ftoadom 
 from aflhctatlOB, pot to Oght that laaatvo whleh 
 alnthomtedaoThar 
 
 hambhr aaaodatca; Ibr they qukkly parealrad aha 
 
 motfatgltbyaTatyaabrtbiharpowar. ShoAoaly 
 mlaglad la thalr aoelal parttoa, calMd BWffy aMto 
 -dlMdbf 
 
 A* waHhhig to hu^WMf 
 
 Tha Iryid tawar DOW mat my aytk 
 Whava aatoatnla aatd to Maw : 
 
 Ka* MMd atapp>l fcrth wf opan k 
 Vaa waal haaali fiMa 1 aawi 
 
 Tm Doahld tettar^ to Ih* door. 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 105 
 
 
 *' Cut, cut." they cried, " those aged ebas, ^ 
 
 
 
 Lay low yon mournfu' pine:" 
 
 
 
 
 Na ! na ! our fathers' names grow there. 
 
 
 
 
 Memorials o' langsyne. 
 
 SEJiat Rih tjfe Surart. 
 
 
 
 To -wean me frae these waefu* thoughts. 
 
 
 
 
 They took me to the town ; 
 
 
 
 
 Bat sair on ilka weel-kenn'd lace 
 
 [Susanna Bt,amirk.— Air, '' Sir .Tames Baird.' 
 
 
 
 I miss'd the youthfu' bloom. 
 
 —"This song," says Mr. Maxwell, "seems to ha\;e 
 
 
 
 At balls they pointed to a nymph 
 
 been a favourite with the authoress, for I have met 
 
 
 
 Wham a' declar'd divine ; 
 
 with it in various forms among her papers; and 
 
 
 
 But sure her mother's blushing cheeks 
 
 the labour bestowed upon it has been well repaid 
 
 
 
 Were fairer far langsyne ! 
 
 by the popularity it has all along enjoyed. The 
 edition given, the best that has yet been in types, 
 
 
 
 In vain I sought in music's sound 
 
 is printed from a copy of several of her poems and 
 
 
 
 To find that magic art. 
 
 songs, (airly and carefully written out, apparently 
 
 
 
 Which oft in Scotland's ancient lays 
 
 either for publication or for the perusal of a friend. 
 
 
 
 Has thrill'd through a' my heart ; 
 
 all of which appear to have got her final correc- 
 
 
 
 The sang had mony an artfu' turn ; 
 
 tions. See the air in Neil Gow's First Collection 
 
 
 
 My ear confessed 'twas finej 
 
 of Reels, &c. 3d edit. p. 8. It forms the 541st 
 
 
 
 But miss'd the simple melody 
 
 song in 'The Scots Musical Museum,' vol. vi., 
 
 
 
 1 listen'd to langsyne. 
 
 first published in June 1803. The original title of 
 the air seems to have been ' My dearie, an' thou 
 
 
 
 Ye sons to comrades o* my youth. 
 
 dee.' It is the second song to the music, the first 
 
 
 
 Forgi'e an auld man's spleen. 
 
 l)eing Gall's beautiful ' 0, Mary, turn awa'.' 
 
 
 
 Wha 'midst your gayest scenes still mourns 
 
 * Both of these songs,' says Mr. Stenhouse, ' art 
 
 
 
 The days he ance has seen : 
 
 excellent.' "] 
 
 
 
 l^'"hen time has past, and seasons fled. 
 
 
 
 
 Your hearts will feel like mine ; 
 
 What ails this heart o* mine ? 
 
 
 
 A nd aye the sang will maist delight 
 
 What ails this watery e'e ? 
 
 
 
 That minds ye o' langsyne * 
 
 What gars me a' turn cauld as death 
 
 
 
 
 When I take leave o' thee ? 
 When thou art far awa* 
 
 
 
 Hil^Ht mu 1. 
 
 Thouit dearer grow to me ; 
 But change o' place and change o' folk 
 
 
 
 [WiLMAM Paul. Music by James P. Clarke.] 
 
 May gar thy fancy jee. 
 
 
 
 Mif father has baith gowd and gear. 
 
 When I gae out at e'en, ' 
 
 
 
 Forby a bonnie mailen free : 
 
 Or walk at morning air. 
 
 
 
 My mither spins wi' eident care, 
 
 Ilk rustling bush will seem to say 
 
 
 
 An' dochters they ha'e nane but me. 
 
 I us'd to meet thee there. 
 
 
 
 But vrhat care I for gowd and gear. 
 
 Then I'll sit dovni and cry, 
 
 
 
 Or what care I for mailens free; 
 
 And live aneath the tree, 
 
 
 
 I wadna gi'e a bonnie lad, 
 
 And when a leaf fa's i' my lap 
 
 
 
 For a' the gowd in Chrisendie. 
 
 I'll ca't a word frae thee. 
 
 
 
 My mither cries, Tak' Sandy Bell. 
 
 I'll hie me to the bower 
 
 
 
 The canny laird o' Hazleglen ; 
 
 That thou wi' roses tied, 
 
 
 
 My father bids me please mysel', 
 
 And where wi' mony a blushing bud 
 
 
 
 But tak' the laird o' auld Kilpenn. 
 
 I strove mysel' to hide. 
 
 
 
 But what care I for gowd and gear. 
 
 I'll doat on ilka spot 
 
 
 
 Nae charm has gowd and gear for me ; 
 
 Where I ha'e been wi' thee; 
 
 
 
 I wadna ui'e a bonnie lad, 
 
 And ca' to mind some kindly word 
 
 
 
 For a' the gowd in Chrisendie. c 
 
 ^ By ilka burn and tree ! 
 
 
 
106 
 
 yrvtt 
 
 Imjz 
 
 4 am4lmmkm' 
 
 ▲Bd ted my hawt in twvntjr jcan 
 
 Th* MBM M tk to-dajr. 
 *Xk dMo^ta thai Mad Uw mmiI. 
 
 And kwp Mend* i' Um e^j 
 And gin I think I te* the* ajre, 
 
 VThat can part UiM and OM ! 
 
 [Taxbh down ftom Ika ibiflBf of 
 oataral who frvqoniti tht waMrtag plaaM «f 
 Donnlaae and Brtdgc of Allao. W« kaow aoi 
 who la tha author of the toag, nor whether It haa 
 bean before printed.— Ata, "The aold Baas'* 
 man'a dead.**] 
 
 O wsAaT oa tha «B 
 
 It ehanMS oa a' the teoi 
 
 tte tinea aa w* ha** aAn 
 
 or a* the Ula in UftH oaMer, 
 The want c bread and beef and beer, 
 Tb« Uunt o' men, and womeiilijew 
 The greatest It the toam paoeh. 
 O weary on, &«. 
 
 An emptgr potea I* dtgMad Mb, 
 Gang jre to market, kirk, or flUr, 
 Ye'II no be maekle thooght o* tbew 
 Gin ye gang wi' a toom p 
 O waaiy on, dec 
 
 An empty ^ne la ill to « 
 
 An empty puree la ill to el 
 
 E'en lorera' ftriendahip eai 
 
 To hear ouKht o' a toea 
 
 O weary on, &e. 
 
 Bat O, yt laaere biythe and aleaa. 
 Juat let me tell ye a* a fHea*. 
 Whene'er you meet yoor hide at e'en. 
 De oanny on the toom pondk. 
 O weary oa,&Q. 
 
 Few *|ta! the tfanee are no the thfaag 
 To mak' our aacrry tavern* ring ; 
 And wha the deU coobl daaae and eiag 
 Gin p m UK d wi* a toom poMli/ 
 
 To many wl* a b 
 Owaatyaa, H 
 
 [ALBSAaaaa KaAT.aptoaglHHHilBtha Klaga* 
 
 piateAta thaaMa«lam4y 
 
 " T* MiW* llmt daaae la yaa wOd laMly «•■• 
 Whoa* driak I* the dew tee the aw - 
 
 Whom fbad I* the laa*M» tlMrt^ bonwan Ifc* gale 
 
 *< O aay, have yoa ama a yaaag awala paeriag by. 
 With h«Uth OB U* check, aad wtth lava la hk 
 
 prevail 
 With the maid he oft woo'd te the awmt fleWiy 
 
 Aad aBaatitofi the mart* te Ui ffMB haiQrWwar} 
 r la ma b my fbad tovarH tale. 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 107 
 
 [Marshall's tune, called " Miss Admiral Gor- 
 don's Stratiispey," composed for tiie song " Of a' 
 the airts tiie wind can blaw," is formed on tiie 
 fine old air of " The Lawlands of Holland." The 
 words themselves are said to be the lamentation 
 of a young widow in Galloway, whose husband 
 was drowned in a voyage to HoUand, about the 
 l-eginiiing of the last century.] 
 
 The luve that I had chosen, 
 
 Was to my heart's content. 
 The saut sea will be frozen 
 
 Before that I repent; 
 Repent it will I never 
 
 Until the day I dee, 
 Tho' the lawlands o' ilolland 
 
 Ha'e twined my luve and ine. 
 
 My luve lies in the salt sea. 
 
 And I am on the side, 
 Enough to break a young thing's heart 
 
 Wha lately was a bride ; 
 Wha lately was a bonnie bride. 
 
 And pleasure in her e'e ; 
 But the lawlands o' Holland 
 
 Ha'e twined my luve and me. 
 
 My luve he built a bonnie ship. 
 
 And sent her to the sea, 
 Wi' seven score brave marinere 
 
 To bear her companie ; 
 Threescore gaed to the bottom. 
 
 And threescore died at sea. 
 And the lawlands o' Holland 
 
 Ha'e twined my love and me. 
 
 My luve has built anither ship. 
 
 And sent her to the main. 
 He had but twenty mariners. 
 
 And a' to bring her hame ; 
 The stormy clouds did roar again. 
 
 The raging waves did rout. 
 And my luve, and his bonnie slaip, 
 
 Turn'd widdershins about ! 
 
 There shall nae mantle ci'oss my back, 
 Nae comb come in my hair, 
 
 Neither sal coal or candle light. 
 Shine in my bowit mair; 
 
 Nor sal I ha'e anither luve. 
 
 Until the day I dee, 
 I never lo'ed a luve but ane. 
 
 And he's drown'd in the sea. 
 
 O, haud your tongue, my daughter dear. 
 
 Be still, and be content. 
 There are mair lads in Galloway, 
 
 Ye need nae sair lament. 
 O ! there is nane in Galloway, 
 
 There 's nane at a' for me. 
 For I never lov'd a lad but ane. 
 
 And he 's drown'd in the sea. 
 
 ^ lu^^k cam* U mx %ut^, 
 
 [Thb author of this song, and of several others 
 which we shall liave occasion to quote in the 
 course of this work, was Robert Allan of Kil- 
 barchan, iii Renfrewshire. He was intimate with 
 Tannahill and R. A. Smith, and wrote a mmiber 
 of pieces for the latter's " Scottish Minstrel" and 
 other musical publications, some of which have 
 become popular. He also published a collection 
 of his poems at Glasgow in 1836. After spending 
 a lengthened and much respected life in his native 
 village, (his employment being that of a weaver 
 and manufacturer's agent,) he was induced to 
 emigrate to the United States of America, where 
 some of his relations had established themselves. 
 Accordingly, he sailed from Greenock, for New 
 York, on the 28th April, 1841, but had not long 
 landed in America when he was carried off by a 
 bilious fever, under which he had been labouring 
 during the latter portion of the passage. His 
 death took pla«e on the 7th June, 1841, exactly 
 eight days alter his arrival in New York. Hia 
 funeral was attended by a number of his country- 
 men and of Americans. At the time of his death 
 his age was about 67.] 
 
 A LASSIE cam' to our gate, yestreen. 
 
 An' low she curtsied down ; 
 She was lovelier fgi,r an' tairer to see 
 
 Than a' our ladies roun'. 
 
 O whare do ye wend, my sweet winsome doo ? 
 
 An' wharfa may your dwelling be ? 
 But her heart, I trow, was liken to break, 
 
 An' the tear-drap dim'd her e'e. 
 
108 
 
 I h«inui • h«n«, qao' < 
 1 ba'ciia a hanw nor ha', 
 
 Faio hmn wad 1 rat my wMry ImH, 
 For tbc night begin* to Ik*. 
 
 An' «• dnuik th* niddy wfaMt 
 An' ajc I stave, bat tend my hmit 
 
 SOOTTIBB 80VQ& 
 
 4b Tte lad* and Ih* IMM ««• 4|tet IB «MH> 
 i TbatBOTikfU^wllev^aiidtiHtttlMrwI'iplHn, 
 I Tba flriiglilt, dw Mwt^ Ika dMil^^ *• 
 
 BWWblg, 
 
 A' walk was MgiHl— Itar iJwrniilw JshiI 
 
 rkae ths ssatk and tlM Mvtk. vw tka TwasiMi 
 thsFwti^ 
 
 and gaaflBt than ■•«» was SBH, 
 
 I wasn-d ihc might be the flUrisT qaaM, 
 
 She was me jimp Mnd ana' ; 
 And the tear that dlin'd her booale hhM e^ 
 
 Fell OWT* twa iMotps o* enaw. 
 
 O what* do ye weod, my swasi wtaHoe doo ? 
 
 Aa* whaia may your dwaUSag be ? 
 Cms the wintrr^ min an' the wintv^ wind 
 
 Iflaw eaald on rie as ye ? 
 
 1 lia'ena a ha' nor hama; 
 My ikther was ane o* 
 An* him i 
 
 Whate^ be yoor kith, whate^ ba your kin. 
 
 Fine tliis ye mauna gae; 
 An' gin ye'il oonsent to be my aln* 
 
 Kai naarow ye shall ha'ts. 
 
 Hweat maiden, tak* the riDsr eop, 
 
 Sae fti' o* tlie dsmssk wine. 
 An' pnas it to yoor dierrie Up^ 
 
 For ye shall aye be mlaa. 
 
 An' drink, swert doo, yooai 
 An' a' your kin sae dear . 
 
 Oalloden hns dim'd mnay an c'e 
 Wi' mony a saut, saat tsar. 
 
 [Voatar Tajcxahilu— Air '* Johnnie H'ODL"] 
 
 'Tts hinna ye heard, man, o' Darrodian Jean ? 
 
 And hinna ye heard, man, o' Uairochaa Jean ! 
 Bow death and stanratioa came o'er the haill aa> 
 tlon, 
 
 Ihe wrooght sle inlaehlsT wt' her twa pawky cm ; 
 
 Dttratb^ ar kifiiig fcr Banaeli 
 rhaearitesat' 
 Theba liB Swsfea' 
 
 They gat aaalhliw •» arowdy. boi fVBtt boO^ to 
 »wdis^ 
 Wm naathlag gat giowiiig hr aiashan Jsaa. 
 
 The doataia dsdard H was past tf 
 
 Tbe mtekaeis saU twae ajndgBMBtlbrste, 
 Bat Ihsy hMkH ess blaa, and thsir hsarti wesa sar 
 
 X'M tkavteda 
 
 Ktakyaidse^ Ihsir awMd waraa* howkltfli' dsaii, 
 Dead Ween w«a paridt Hhe havtiM hi harrsK 
 
 ae thoomnds warn d|(i« Ibr BMvashaa Jaaib 
 Bat Bo^ brav itaaii ta tha LaM af <Ns^ 
 
 dlr giaA b aaerbaHlB aad 
 
 Ha sla* the psaad haart ar oar waBle« yaaag My. 
 Aad ipoOM a' tha ahwma o^ bar twa pawlqr aatt. 
 
 [It may bscttfftoas to contrast the ** Banoehaa 
 Jean" of TsBnahUI with a steOar aatweagaaaa 
 by the Erratos SMsraaan.] 
 
 O, WHAT win a* tha hide da 
 
 O, what win a' the bide do. 
 When Mi«gie gangs away ? 
 
1 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SOUGa. IO9 
 
 
 T here's no a heart in a' the glen ^ And the leal hearts of Scotland 
 
 
 
 That disna dread the day. 
 
 Prayed it might never fe'. 
 
 
 
 0, what will a' the lads do 
 
 The thistle was sae bonnie green, 
 
 
 
 When Maggy gangs away ? 
 
 The rose sae like the snaw. 
 
 
 
 Young Jock has ta'en the hill for't— 
 
 But the weird sisters sat 
 
 
 
 A waefu' wight is he ; 
 
 Where Hope's fair emblems grew ; 
 
 
 
 Poor Harry's ta'en the bed for't. 
 
 They drapt a drap upon the rose 
 
 
 
 An' laid hhn doun to dee ; 
 
 0' bitter, blasting dew ; 
 
 
 
 An' Sandy's gane unto the kirk. 
 
 And aye they twined the mystic thrcal, — • 
 
 
 
 An' learning ftist to pray. 
 
 But ere their task was done. 
 
 
 
 And, 0, what will the lads do 
 
 The snaw-white shade it disappeared— 
 
 
 
 When Maggy gangs away ? 
 
 It withered in the sun ! 
 
 
 
 The young laird 0' the Lang-shaw 
 
 A bonnie laddie tended 
 
 
 
 Has drunk her health in wine ; 
 
 The rose baith air an' late; 
 
 
 
 The priest has said — in confidence — 
 
 He watered it, and fanned it. 
 
 
 
 The lassie was divine: 
 
 And wove it with his fate ; 
 
 
 
 And that is mair in maiden's praise 
 
 But the thistle tap it withered,— 
 
 
 
 Than ony priest should say : 
 
 Winds bore it far awa',— 
 
 
 
 But, 0, what will the lads do 
 
 And Scotland's heart was broken 
 
 
 
 When Maggy gangs away? 
 
 For the rose sae like the snaw .' 
 
 
 
 The wailing in our green glen 
 
 
 
 
 That day will quaver high; 
 
 
 
 
 Twill draw the red-breast frae the wood. 
 
 
 
 
 The laverock from the sky; 
 
 
 
 
 The fairies fme their beds o' dew 
 Will rise and join the lay : 
 
 ^|e (^^ijemaEtier'^ Eam^Et 
 
 
 
 An' hey ! what a day 'tAvill be 
 
 
 
 
 When Maggy gangs away ! 
 
 [Robert Allan.— Tune, " The Martyr's Grave.''] 
 
 
 
 
 There's nae covenant now, lassie ! 
 There's nae covenant now ! 
 
 
 
 ^iji m^Uuh urn ti2 M©^e» 
 
 The solemn league and covenant 
 Are a' broken through ! 
 
 
 
 [Robert Allan.— In this song, the spirit of 
 
 There's nae Renwick now, lassie. 
 
 
 
 fume of our old Jacobite effusions is happily 
 
 There's nae gude Cargill, 
 
 
 
 causfht. The white rose, as is well known, was 
 
 Nor holy Sabbath preaching 
 
 
 
 emblem of the Stuart family. 
 
 Upon the Martyr's HUl ! 
 
 
 
 There grew in bonnie Scotland 
 
 It's naething but a sword, lassie ! 
 
 
 
 A thistle and a brier. 
 
 A bluidy, bluidy ane ! 
 
 
 
 And aye they twined and clasped. 
 
 Waving owre poor Scotland 
 
 
 
 Like sisters kind and dear : 
 
 For her rebellious sin. 
 
 
 
 The rose it was sae bonnie. 
 
 Scotland's a' wrang, lassie. 
 
 
 
 It could ilk bosom charm ; 
 
 Scotland's a' wrang— 
 
 
 
 The thistle spread its thorny leaf, 
 
 It's neither to the hill nor glen. 
 
 
 
 To keep the rose frae harm. 
 
 Lassie, we daur gang. 
 
 
 
 A bonnie laddie tended 
 
 The Martyr's Hill forsaken, 
 
 
 
 Th^ rosp baith air and Late ; 
 
 In simmer's dusk, sae calm ; 
 
 
 
 He watered it, and fanned it. 
 
 There's nae gathering now, laseie, 
 
 
 
 And wove it with his fate ; . 
 
 ^ To sing the e'enin' psalm ! 
 
 
 
 
no 
 
 KX)TTI8B80V0& 
 
 ■MVtgr*^ gmve wtU riw, iMrit, 
 tlM maitjr wan' wfll tlcep, lante. 
 
 JHs^aro. 
 
 , Bom. TAmrARiix.— Air, '* Invcmiukl'* I 
 
 Mr Umij I* » boniile UmI*, 
 8«*C9C M th« dawy mom, 
 
 Wbart floWn la wfld pro fti gtop rtow. 
 When •pttadliif bMw and haadt throw 
 Tbdr •hadowt o'er Um bora. 
 
 Tla no the «ti«iuntoi'«ldytid wood, 
 
 Wi- a' Iti k«iy bowm, 
 That gun me wait In totltad* 
 
 Atnonf the wild-eprung floWn; 
 Bat aft I cart a lancing e'e, 
 Down frae the bank oai-owia the lea. 
 There haply I my la» may eee. 
 
 Tcetnen I met mj bonnle laaU 
 
 We raptoT'd tank In Ither^ orma 
 And pnet the brtokau down ; 
 
 The palrtriek lonv Ua etning note. 
 
 The r7e<«ralk riept hie dam'roiu throat. 
 
 While there the heav-nlj vow I got. 
 That ari'd her my own. 
 
 {WurrrMM by Jemr BAKn-row, Ibr many yean 
 a moileeeller and tfcadter of mnrie In Xdlnboii^, 
 and the co mp oeer of leyeTal reelodlee. Bedledat 
 Edlnboigh In September, 1814, aged 03.] 
 
 ▲a mom, bwt oak, ae I ^aed oat 
 To flit a tethrr'd jow« and lamb, 
 
 I naet, ae ■kUBng ower the giaen, 
 
 AJo^ynotla'BighlBadnian. t 
 
 iU tkh yo«« mathir BItMMiH 
 
 He eeld. My dear. ]W^ ame MlMT} 
 
 Chm' ye te hear the h w ee u a k^ i 
 
 0,wad|«g 
 
 When ftkhy li tha •«)• a^ iMBb. 
 I'M row yi hi my tertaa pIM, 
 And be yoor matla* I 
 
 Well b% a eot, and bogr • itoak. 
 
 Then aone. my ^av, ye 
 TetRHtaiBBl 
 
 And Idn I wad ha** gTta mgr has', 
 Tet dontaa, kaet my mother rfwaM 
 
 DWiha a rantin' HlghlanihnM 
 Bat I e4bt he wOl eoaee back ( 
 
 Then, tboagh my kta' rimdd eoaold I 
 n ower the hill, or whve he wfB. 
 
 Wfmyyoi 
 
 Ctrl i^tct. 
 
 [TnoMAe Cawmhox.] 
 L Mareh look^ on Me dyli« tMM. 
 
 e yonth, ha «Hed, whom I oall 
 AttD b* iMiorad to woe b«. 
 
 And her love lookM ap to EOeaii bower. 
 And dw look'd oo her lom. 
 
 Botahl BO pale, he know her not. 
 
 Thoogh her emOe en him wae dwaHlag. 
 

 
 
 
 1 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS, HX 
 
 
 In vain he weeps, in vain he sighs, ^ 
 
 > Now Jennj-'B face was fa' o' grace. 
 
 
 
 Her cheek is cold as ashes. 
 
 Her shape was sma' and genty-like, i 
 
 
 
 Nor love's own kiss shall wake thofe eyes 
 
 And few or nane in a' the place 
 
 
 
 To Uft tlieir silken lashes. 
 
 Had gowd and gear more plenty, yet 
 Though war's alarms, and Johnnie's charms, 
 
 
 
 
 Had gart her aft look eerie, yet 
 She sung wi' glee, I hope to be 
 
 
 
 ^f ?^s]pjps ^um. 
 
 My Johnnie's ain dearie yet. 
 What tho' he's now gaen far awa', 
 
 
 
 [Alexaxder Laino.] 
 
 Where guns and camions rattle, yet 
 Unless my Johnnie chance to fa' 
 
 
 
 The dark gray o' gloaming. 
 
 In some uncanny battle, yet 
 
 
 
 The lone leafy sb aw. 
 
 Till he return, my breast will burn 
 
 
 
 The coo o' the ringdove. 
 
 Wi' love that weel may cheer me yet. 
 
 
 
 The scent o' the haw. 
 
 For I hope to see, before I die. 
 
 
 
 The brae o' the burnie. 
 
 His bairns to hun endear me yet. ! 
 
 
 
 A' blooming in flower. 
 
 
 
 
 An' twa faithfu' lovers. 
 
 
 
 
 Make ae happy hour. 
 
 
 
 
 A kind winsome wifie. 
 
 
 
 
 A clean canty hame. 
 
 ^aik' tmt m^, SJean* 
 
 
 
 An' sweet smiling babi^fi 
 
 
 
 To lisp the dear name ; 
 
 
 
 
 Wi* plenty o' labour. 
 
 [Ivan.] 
 
 
 
 And health to endure. 
 
 
 
 Make time row around aye 
 
 
 
 
 The ae happy hour. 
 
 Tak* tent now, Jean,— ye mind yestreen 
 The tap that raised ye frae your wheel. 
 
 
 
 Ye lost to affection. 
 
 Your wily e'e, that glanced on me. 
 
 
 
 Whom av'rice can move. 
 
 Ha ! lass, the meaning I kent weel. 
 
 
 
 To woo, an' to marry. 
 
 But I ha'e tint thy kindly glint. 
 
 
 
 For a* thing but love. 
 
 And lightly now ye geek at me ; 
 
 
 
 Awa' wi' your sorrows. 
 
 But, lass, tak' heed, you'll rue the deed. 
 
 
 
 Awa' wi' your store. 
 
 When aiblins we'll be waur to 'gree. 
 
 
 
 Ye ken nae the pleasures 
 
 
 
 
 C ae liappy hour. 
 
 Tak' tent now, Jean,— the careless mein. 
 And cauldrife look, are ill to dree ; 
 
 
 
 
 It's sair to bide the scomfu' pride 
 And saucy leer o" woman's e'e. 
 
 
 
 jmjg i^lnmiie. 
 
 Ah ! where is now the bosom-vow. 
 
 The gushing tear of melting love. 
 The heaVnly thought, which fancy wrought. 
 
 
 
 John Maynk.— Air, "Johnnie's grey breeks."] 
 
 Of joy below, and bliss above ? 
 
 
 
 Jbnnt's heart was frank and fi^e. 
 
 Tak' tent now, Jean,— thae twa sweet een 
 
 
 
 And wooers she had mony, yet 
 
 Fu' light and blithely blink I trow; 
 
 
 
 Her sang was aye, Of a' I see. 
 
 The hinney drop on the red-rose top 
 
 
 
 Commend me to my Johnnie yet. 
 
 Is nae sae sweet as thy wee mou' : 
 
 
 
 Tor, air and late, he has sic gate 
 
 But though tliy fair and faithless air 
 
 
 
 To mak' a body cheerie, that 
 
 Hath wrung the bosom-sigh frae me ; 
 
 
 
 I wish to be, before I die, 
 
 A changing mind, and heart unkind. 
 
 
 
 His ain kind dearie yet. ; 
 
 ; May chill a breast as dear to thee. 
 
 
 
 1 
 
113 
 
 SCOTTISR soaiofb 
 
 Nat liKk about t&e iouit. 
 
 [" Tru," wb$% Bunt*, " Woo* of tte mM» bCM* 
 tifUl aoog* In the t>coU, or uaf etiMr h i t n na a>r- 
 Tb« twu liDca, 
 
 • And «1U I «• bla tet i«Bta, 
 
 And wiU I bHur hlmivcdkr 
 
 MwcnMtbetwopmsadhiKocMi^ mnmrnqmSkd 
 
 abaost bj any thing I t««r hounl or nwl : anl Um 
 
 *Tht pitKnt moQcnt k onr ala, 
 Tb« neSrt «• mw mw/ 
 are worthy or Um flnt poet. It }» lomf totbuier 
 to Bamajrt daya. About th« year 1771 or 1771 U 
 cam* Arrt on the etreets ae a baUadt and I Hp- 
 poae the oompoeitkm of the eon* waa notOMMll 
 anterior to that period."— Borne aayt nn i h l m 
 about the aathonhip of the eong, wbidi baa beea 
 nuule in biter daya a mb)eet of modi dieput*. 
 It waa geneimUy aaeribed to Wiiaxam Jvuva 
 MicKLB, the tnuubttor of the Loeiad* ttatU Cto- 
 mek dained it aa the peodnetkiB oTn poor aefaool« 
 mistrae^ named Jean Adama, who U*«d tai Ciwm- 
 ford-e-dyke, Greenock, early In the laak aemtny. 
 Ciomek ftmndad bto dabn on the f U ino wy of 
 Jin. FnUarten, « popU of ieaa AduD^ and 
 othen, who hMl ftwiaently baaid JcMNpaBt tiM 
 eong, and aflna It to be her ow« oo w poii ll e B 
 But he 
 
 anderttood fimn Mkdde'a editor, tfaa Bar. John 
 8fan, thu a eopy of the eoog la MkUeli hand- 
 writing waa ftwnd among hia papara after hia 
 death, bearing nMtfka of c o rrec ti on aa a flrn copy, 
 and that Un. " - - - 
 
 haeband giving 
 
 riMiMrlalheT«wnii I 
 Gbi«ow, wkan ika diad In 17«^ A i 
 iMr poona, «Mai^ af a nwinl bbA MUg 
 waa pttbttriMd ty Mboetlptfan aft OlaiFW IB OT^ 
 ItdoeawH.or« 
 mhaialai ttm j ai U l na wonid hava 1 
 
 av «r the •dMoM af MMIe^a 
 poMBS paUbhad daring I 
 
 Ajtd 
 
 hum? 
 
 n. Mkkle perfectly reeoOeetod her 
 Bg her the ballad aa hia owaii M B ^u 
 ;plalnlBgtolMr(aha bateg aa lar 
 the floottiah words aad pheaaea. ) 
 • eonaehraUaneeonthelMltao^r I 
 
 iTD M|ft OBM llH aawa li «i 
 
 A^Im ye aaia ht^ waal ? 
 la thb a ttaae to ihlBk ^ walk ? 
 
 T« Jaada, ai« fcgre yoar wheeL 
 b thie a ya* to think or walk, 
 
 WheaOaOa^at the door? 
 Bax ma aqr okak,— 111 to the qaay, 
 
 Aad CM hiaa aoaw aahora. 
 
 Ilahwooian) 
 
 8tUl, webatretoiaaehraUaneeoathe 
 of Un. Fullarton, and the probity of Jeaa. UmA 
 we are inclined to beiieve, that the poor eehool- 
 miatnaa really did writo eome aong with a rioBOar 
 borthen rTbei«-e nae Indt about the booae") 
 and on a dmilar eol«)ect, whkh aong probably 
 gavtIneplfatlontoMtekle'amrioa. Weaiotheti 
 MAore diqwaod to thtek ao, whea wa laeoOect that ' 
 Mieklet etodlH wwa moatly daarieal-that ha waa 
 tttUe Ukely to oelgtaato tha aablect «f thia aoag— 
 that hie poana ware BMra maHMd bf dagaaea 
 Una rlgoar, aad that, with the pnaeat eaoep- 
 Uoa. aoaa of tbam wart writtea la the 8eoctMi 
 dialect. Add to thia. the arhiinlaiiatiaM waa; 
 
 My taikvy attppan aaaaa ^a oa, 
 
 Myhooao'peariblaat 
 ma a* to plaaaa nay ala glide— in, 
 
 Y«r be% baltfa leal avl tiaa. 
 
 BtMvpaadtoak'aal 
 
 Pat oa the nrachla pot( 
 or* little Kato her bottoa gawB, 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. Hg 
 
 
 And mak' their shoon as black as slaes, ^ Thae hills and thae huts. 
 
 
 
 Their hose as white as snaw ; 
 
 And thae trees on that green. 
 
 
 
 It's a' to please my ain gudeman. 
 
 Losh ! they glower in my face 
 
 
 
 For he's been lang awa'. 
 
 Like some kindly auld frien'. 
 
 
 
 For there's nae luck, &c. 
 
 E'en the brutes they look social 
 
 
 
 There's twa fat hens upon the bauk. 
 
 As gif they would crack. 
 
 
 
 They've fed this month and mair; 
 
 And the sang of the bird 
 
 
 
 Mak' haste and thraw their necks about. 
 
 Seems to welcome me back. 
 
 
 
 That Colin weel may fare; 
 
 0, dear to our hearts 
 
 
 
 And spread the table neat and clean. 
 
 Is the hand that first fed us. 
 
 
 
 Gar ilka thing look braw ; 
 
 And dear is the land 
 
 
 
 For wha can tell how Colin fared. 
 
 And the cottage that bred us. 
 
 
 
 When he was far awa'. 
 
 
 
 
 For there's nae luck, &c. 
 
 And dear are the comrades 
 With whom we once sported. 
 
 
 
 Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech. 
 
 And dearer the maiden 
 
 
 
 His breath like caller air; 
 
 Whose love we first courted. 
 
 
 
 His very foot has music in't. 
 
 Joy's image may perish. 
 
 
 
 As he comes up the stair. 
 
 E'en grief die away, 
 
 
 
 And will I see his face again ? 
 
 But the scenes of our youth 
 
 
 
 And will I hear him speak ? 
 
 Are recorded for aye. 
 
 
 
 I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought,— 
 
 
 
 
 In troth, I'm like to greet. 
 
 
 
 
 For there's nae luck, &c. 
 
 Wmm^ 
 
 
 
 The cauld blasts o' the winter wind. 
 That thirl'd through my heart. 
 
 [James Hogg.] 
 
 
 
 They're a' blawn by, I ha'e him safe. 
 
 The bittern's quavering trump on high. 
 
 
 
 Till death we'll never part : 
 
 The beetle's drowsy distant hum. 
 
 
 
 But what puts parting in my head ? 
 
 Have sung the daylight's lullaby. 
 
 
 
 It may be fttr awa' ; 
 
 And yet my Peggie is not come. 
 
 
 
 The present moment is our ain. 
 
 
 
 
 The neist we never saw. 
 
 The scented hawthorn's sno\vy flower. 
 
 
 
 For there's nae luck, &c. 
 
 Mixed with the laurel's buds, I've strewed 
 Deep in my maiden's woodland bower. 
 
 
 
 Since Colin's weel, I'm weel content. 
 
 
 
 
 I ha'e nae mair to crave ; 
 
 come, my love, the branches link 
 
 
 
 Could I but live to mak' him blest. 
 
 Above onr bed of blossoms new. 
 
 
 
 I'm blest aboon the lave : 
 
 The stai-s behind their curtains wink. 
 
 
 
 And vdll I see his face again ? 
 
 To spare thine eyes so soft and blue. 
 
 
 
 And will I hear him speak ? 
 
 No human eye nor heavenly gem. 
 
 
 
 I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought,— 
 
 With envious smile, our bliss shall see ; 
 
 
 
 In troth, I'm like to greet. 
 
 The mountain ash his diadem 
 
 
 
 For there's nae luck, &c. 
 
 Shall spread to shield the dews from thee. 
 
 
 
 ®|)e ^^ameliDar^ ^m%. 
 
 1 let me hear thy-fairy tread 
 
 Come gliding through the broomwood still, 
 Then on my bosom lay thy head. 
 
 
 
 [Hugh Ainslik.] 
 
 Till dawning crown the distant hill. 
 
 
 
 Each whu:l of the wheel. 
 
 And I will watch thy witching smile, 
 
 
 
 Each step brings me nearer 
 
 List what has caused thy long delay. 
 
 
 
 The hame of my youth— 
 
 And kiss thy melting lips the while. 
 
 
 
 Every object grows dearer. < 
 
 K Till die the sweet perfume away. 
 
 H 
 
 
 
 
 
*egglf. 
 
 [WitUAJI 
 
 114 
 
 My Pegsto aa' I wen jooii 
 Bm blltlM at tiM bogfat i' th* 
 
 My Peggie an' I ha'e eong, 
 Mjr Peggie and I ha'e lOBg, 
 
 TOl the etan did blink M 1 
 Oome w«d or eeme WM to the 
 
 My Peggie wm dear to ma. 
 
 The etatety alk etood oo the womatatn. 
 And towcT'd o'er the green bbtaa dM 
 Ilk dentin' wee flow^ on the meadow 
 
 aOUTTUH SOJiOflL 
 
 i i ThoanUbihiUMM«B|Mtani«iB, 
 WharelaaahkteelgkltrVhgrt 
 
 Thr wtkl Mid whletlea 10 Mi MM^ 
 My a 
 
 Seem'd proud o' bdn' boekit SM bmw. 
 When they aw thdr ain diape f tibe Doej 
 
 Twae tiiere that I eoorted mj P«bK 
 TClthekifkitMlftmlo'BM. 
 
 Hmmi^ loTo it baa little to look fbr 
 
 Frae the heart thaTe wodded to gear. 
 A wife wlthoat houe or a haadln' 
 
 Ganane look rif^t Mate Ite an' qoerr i 
 Oare aae baith look falate like an' qneer: 
 
 But qoeerer when twa tame to three; 
 Our fHenH tibey ha'e foo^ten aa' flytea. 
 
 Bat Pegglel aye dear to ma. 
 
 It voz'd me her ri^iin' and eabUa', 
 
 Now nought eiiort o' marriago wo«M dot 
 An' thoo^ that oar pwop e rte wwe dnaiy. 
 
 What ooold I but e'en budde to? 
 What could I but e'en buckle to. 
 
 And dight the mt tear frae her oM? 
 The warfs a wearifVi' wister; 
 
 But Fttggie'B 1^ dear to me^ 
 
 ^9 ain bonnie ^a^. 
 
 [WtiUAM lYieaouoii.] 
 
 O WILL ye go to yon bora lide, 
 Anaag the new>niade hay, 
 
 And epoct opOQ- the flowcty twalrd, 
 MyalnbowdaMagr? 
 
 The waHag woode, wf maBtte gnH 
 ShaU ahleli «e la the bvwer, 
 
 Whare I-n pa* a perie *r ay ll^r. 
 ymaayaliaalilawr. 
 
 My klher maM afwl *• ham, 
 1\»«la 
 
 TheblaAe^epiiwIherboaaleftMe, 
 
 But ga-e her haad. aad walkM alaiV, 
 The yoothAi' kleo«la' May. 
 
 [Taoeiaa OavvBau.] 
 
 aikanwalove. 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 1I5 
 
 
 Come to the luxuriant skies, '■ 
 
 ^ An eye that flashes fierce for all. 
 
 
 
 Whilst the landscape's odours rise ; 
 
 But ever mild to me ? 
 
 
 
 Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard. 
 
 Oh that's the lad who loves me best 
 
 
 
 And songs, when toil is done. 
 
 In Low Germanie. 
 
 
 
 From cottages whose smoke unstirr'd 
 
 
 
 
 Curls yellow in the sun. 
 
 Where'er the cymbal's sound is heard. 
 And cittern sweeter far,— 
 
 
 
 Star of love's soft interviews ! 
 
 Where'er the trumpet blast is blown. 
 
 
 
 Parted lovers on thee muse ; 
 
 And horses rush to war ; 
 
 
 
 Their remembrancer in heaven 
 
 The blithest at the banquet board. 
 
 
 
 Of thrilling vows thou art, 
 
 And first in war is he. 
 
 
 
 Too delicious to be riven 
 
 The bonnie lad, whom I love best. 
 
 
 
 By absence from the heart. 
 
 In Low Germanie. 
 I sit upon the high green land. 
 
 
 
 
 When mute the waters lie, 
 And think I see my true love's sail 
 
 
 
 %^U &nmmi2. 
 
 Atween the sea and sky. 
 With ae bairn at my bosom, and 
 Another at my knee. 
 
 
 
 [Allan Cunningham.] 
 
 I sorrow for my soldier lad 
 In Low Germanie. 
 
 
 
 As I saii'd past green Jura's isle. 
 
 
 
 
 Among the waters lone. 
 
 
 
 
 I heard a voice— a sweet low voice. 
 
 
 
 
 Atween a sigh and moan : 
 With ae babe at her bosom, and 
 
 m^. I^ilb ©' ®al!^li0a% 
 
 
 
 Another at her knee. 
 
 
 
 
 A mother wmi'd the bloody wars 
 In Low Germanic. 
 
 [Thomas Cunningham.— Bom 1776: died 1834.] 
 
 
 
 Oh woe unto these cruel wars 
 
 Amang the birks sae blythe an' gay. 
 
 
 
 That ever they began. 
 
 I met my Julia hameward gaun ; 
 
 
 
 Tor they have swept my native isle 
 
 The Unties chauntit on the spray. 
 
 
 
 Of many a pretty man : 
 
 The lammies loupit on the lawn ; 
 
 
 
 For first they took my brethren twain. 
 
 On ilka howm the sward was mawn. 
 
 
 
 Then wiled my love frae me. 
 
 The braes \n' gowans buskit bra', 
 
 
 
 Woe, woe unto the cruel wars 
 
 An ' gloamin's plaid o' gray was thrawn 
 
 
 
 In Low Germanic. 
 
 Out ovn-e the hills o' Gallowa'. 
 
 
 
 I saw him when he saii'd away. 
 
 Wi' music wild the woodlands rang. 
 
 
 
 And furrow'd far the brine i 
 
 An' fragrance wing'd alang the lea. 
 
 
 
 And down his foes came to the shore. 
 
 As down we sat the flowers amang. 
 
 
 
 In many a glittering line : 
 
 Upon the banks o' stately Dee. 
 
 
 
 The war-steeds rush'd amang the waves. 
 
 My Julia's arms encircled me. 
 
 
 
 The guns came flashing free. 
 
 An' saftly slade the hours awa'. 
 
 
 
 But could nae keep my gallant love 
 
 Till dawin coost a glimmerin' e'e 
 
 
 
 From Low Germanie. 
 
 Upon the bUls o' Gallowa'. 
 
 
 
 Oh say, ye maidens, have ye seen. 
 
 It isna owsen, sheep, and kye. 
 
 
 
 When swells the battle cry. 
 
 It isna gowd, it isna gear. 
 
 
 
 A stately youth with bonnet blue 
 
 This lifted e'e wad ha'e, quoth I, 
 
 
 
 And feather floating high,— ^ 
 
 t The warld's drumlie gloom to cheer. 
 
 
 
 
 
116 
 
 SGOTTISBSOMett. 
 
 But gl'« to BM my ialla dear, 
 Y« powvra wha row* tfcdi jfathm te*. 
 
 Ad' O ! M* bijrthe thnmgh Ufc I'D fltocr. 
 Amaac th* hllk o* QMom^, 
 
 Whan glnamln' rlaupnw «p tlw hUl, 
 
 An' oar godaman ea^i ham* the jvmm, 
 Wl' iMT I'll tmn th* iiKM^jr rill 
 
 Tkaai«rii 
 
 TMitowl 
 
 tad.iUati 
 
 ■I'tfwttk 
 
 Ortfait 
 
 M7 Mrken pip* I'D tmmOj blaw. |; 
 
 An' iing the tUxmam, th* atoatla, and boww, •! 
 
 The hilk an* dak* o* QaUowa*. 
 
 An* whan aald Seotiaad^ taattgr kOh, 
 H«r nml njnnpha an* Jovial •wahM, 
 
 Her flow'iy wOds aa' wbDpBat ^^O^ 
 Awake aaa malr my oaiily alnJaai 
 
 O i die nqr gnv*. and hid* mj k 
 Anuuif Um hilk o' OaUowa*. 
 
 ®iie ^t8fi( of Vallai^un. 
 
 [Troma* OmammtUM, fJillifc— li n 
 
 NItb.j 
 
 How 
 80ft 
 Tbt 
 
 Tha bM Inma nwDd Um woedMm boww, 
 Oolhellac iwwto from way flowwi 
 And pwa tht OTrtal MnamlMi m 
 Amaag Um tnMS of BaOalmB. 
 
 ObllHAilda3rt.lbr««wfl«U 
 When wand*rinc ^M as FuMy tod, 
 I ranced Um bothy boaom^d gten. 
 The ■erotfto ihaw, Um rrtggtd linn. 
 And mark'd eadi Mooming hawUwm borii. 
 Where neaUing eat Um qMdded UinMh ; 
 Or oarriem roaming, waadcred on, 
 Amang Um bran of BaUahon. 
 
 Why Harti Um tMHT, why bnrrta fte elgh. 
 When hlUa and dalee rebound wiUi joy ? 
 The floweiy glen, and UUed ton 
 In vain display UmIt channe to me. 
 
 sun haaat bm a* I atny aloaa 
 Amang Um beam of naltohan 
 
 <$f«(noctt l^uuk%. 
 
 tiM iwHalluB of a lady la OhMtow wtth 
 yot waa laHmelrty aagaalated. U~ 
 edIUoa of Biaa, a iiiiiitogivift 
 UmcHow ■■■■iMJiii. wUdiiUkn 
 OmaekX hat wMeh w« have Mtow, 
 hmotea of OMHoak Baaki was hai aol 
 TW laa* of UM «« to «ltoi ** If he b* 
 
 Oartoamea'Jwfcriinli, 
 Aa-dba^twauMtMi^ 
 
 Whn itoli« Phabae tm to aeea, 
 Aad dow.dfops «wtekto 0^ Um lawa i 
 
 An'ihe •» twa HMftrWi^ wgiiitoh eea. 
 
 ■Mffe ipoUem like Um flowing Uwen, 
 Wfth flown io white, and havea eo gree 
 
 Wh«D panet in the dewy mora I 
 
 An' the ^ twa epaitllag, nignetoh eea. 
 
 Her loohe aio Uh* the vernal May, 
 
 Au' the 'a twa 
 
SCOTTISH aONGb. 
 
 117 
 
 Her hair is like the curling mist 
 
 Thiat climbs the mountain-sides at e'en. 
 
 When flow'r-reviving rains are past ; 
 An' she '8 twa sparkling, rogueish een. 
 
 Her forehead '8 like the show'ry bow. 
 When gleaming sunbeams intervene. 
 
 And gild the distant mountain's brow ; 
 An' she 's twa sparkling, rogueish een. 
 
 Her cheeks are like yon crimson gem. 
 The pride of all the flow'ry scene. 
 
 Just op'ning on its thorny stem ; 
 
 An' she 's twa sparkling, rogueish een. 
 
 Her teeth are like the nightly snow. 
 When pale the morning rises keen. 
 
 While hid the murm'ring streamlets flow; 
 An' she 's twa sparkling, rogueish een. 
 
 Her lips are like yon cherries ripe. 
 
 That sunny walls from Boreas screen. 
 
 They tempt the taste and charm the sight ; 
 An' she 's twa sparkling, rogueish een. 
 
 Her breath is like the fragrant breeze, 
 That gently stirs the blossom'd bean. 
 
 When Phoebus sinks behind the seas ; 
 An' she 's twa sparkling, rogueish een. 
 
 Her voice is like the ev'ning thrush. 
 That sings on Cessnock banks unseen. 
 
 While his mate sits nestling in the bush; 
 An' she 's twa sparkling, rogueish een. 
 
 But it's not her air, her form, her face. 
 Though matching beauty's tabled queen, 
 
 'Tis the mind that shines in every gra«ie ; 
 An' chiefly in her rogueish een. 
 
 [Two or three lines of this song are old. The 
 rest is by BunNS. The tune is given in Oswald 
 with the title " Young Jocky was the blythest lad 
 in a' our town."] 
 
 YouNO Joclty was the blythest lad. 
 
 In a' our town or here awa' ; 
 Fu' blythe he whistled at the gaud, 
 
 Fu' lichtly danced he in the ha' ! 
 
 He roosed my een sae bonnie blue, 
 He roosed my waist sae genty sma' ; 
 
 And aye my heart cam' to my mou". 
 When ne'er a body heard or saw. 
 
 My Jocky toils upon the plain. 
 
 Thro' wind and weet, thro' i^ost and snaw ; 
 And ower the lee I look fu' fain. 
 
 When Jocky's owsen hameward ca'. 
 And aye the nicht comes round again. 
 
 When in his arms he taks me a' . 
 And aye he vows he'll be my ain 
 
 As lang as he has breath to draw. 
 
 11)2 IbM tjiat'^ far u^n\ 
 
 [The first verse of this song is old. The rest 
 was written by Burns for the Museum, to the 
 tune of " The bonnie lad that's far awa'." The 
 words also sing to the old air of " O'er the hills 
 and far awa'." "This little lamentation of a 
 desolate damsel," says Jeffrey, "is tender and 
 pretty."] 
 
 O, HOW can I be blithe and glad. 
 Or how can I gang brisk and braw. 
 
 When the bonnie lad that I lo'e best 
 Is o'er the hills and far awa' ? 
 
 It's no the frosty winter wind. 
 
 It's no the driving drift and snaw ; 
 
 But aye the tear comes in my e'e 
 To think on him that's far awa'. 
 
 My father pat me frae his door. 
 
 My friends they ha'e disown'd me a'; 
 
 But I ha'e ane will take ray part. 
 The bonnie lad that's far awa*. 
 
 A pair o' gloves he ga'e to me. 
 
 And silken snoods he ga'e me twa ; 
 
 And I will wear them for his take. 
 The bonnie lad that's Car awa'. 
 
 The weary winter soon will pass. 
 
 And spring will deed the birken shaw ; 
 
 And my sweet babie will be bom. 
 And he'll come hame that's far awa'. 
 
US B00TTI8B 80V0IL 
 
 [Tn MIoiHBff mv. (Kimwiw odbd ** Th* ]>i9« OP tMfVMw** iw •riMM Ir Mm Butaott, of 
 wlMin w* hav* gpolna in a pnrlow note. It ha* bMa •omHkaM •noMnMlr Marib^ t» Dr. Jm 
 
 Moor, pt o ft wo r of Owak In th> UoHwitty of m a n Tfci ------ 
 
 «M WUUun dako of OonlMrfauid, and tbo ki* Bm of that « 
 
 III 
 bat the aathoi 
 
 ScotUttd, so long aa the odiaoB batekoriM tkat OMMitid OmIMm ««• 
 
 Was* war had taako la oa «M pMM 0^ aaM MM, 
 And fhw ChalMa to anas they MM HMBM^ ^Bhi, 
 
 Wl' a iigh MM ralatiac hoar hard thiqr had toOMi 
 Tha dntas tt WM beatiat. to tfht th«r taMtoib 
 Hal Mji iliij liiil liiii II 111 I iliji I hamii 
 
 Eh! Oavla. mM. Mil thoa rMMmbon tho thao, 
 When t«a bfftak joaag eallaai, aa'jaet te oar pitea. 
 The dake bade as eoaqaer, aa* A»m^ m the «af , 
 ▲a* niony a btaw ohM «• laid low M that day t 
 OtOl agaia woaM 1 vMtaia thk aaM tiMk or mtaNk 
 
 Bat ganfaoB duty to a' wt caa da, 
 
 Tboai^ oar anna art wera weak. ]«t oar haarta aaa a 
 
 Wo cara aa War daagara by had er by aaa, 
 
 Vor ttao haa tam^ oeward, aa' ao yoa aad ■• I 
 
 ▲ad thoagh at tho ohaaft wo «hoald aadly taptao, 
 
 Toath wlaM rotara, aor Aa atnafth V iM^vaa. 
 
 Wbra after oar aoaqaaaia, M Joya no to akid. 
 Row thy Jaaot oaiaaaf^ that, aad aty Mot was htaii 
 They MlowM oar twtaaao, thoagh otar to hard, 
 Hor oarad wo tor plaadar, whM ale aar raward i 
 Xven now, they*ra waaHad halth their hamaa h 
 ▲ad wtU follow aa yat, •» the aako o* huigaya*. 
 
 Bear ?9igi)lanll lallllU. 
 
 fSoaaaT TAwvAnttu— Oaelle air, *• M or alM a OhltiarlaB.**] 
 
 BLrraa waa the thne wfaea he htTA wt' aay AUhor. O, 
 Happy were the daya when we hnded yMglthor, O, 
 Bweet were the hoan whea he rowid aw la hto ptaldle, O, 
 ▲ od Towd to be Biiae. ny dear HIghlaad krddlo, O. 
 
 But, ahl wace aie ! wl* their aodgoataf mi faady, O, 
 The tofadf wyl-d awa* ny b»w Hlfhlaad iaddla, O. 
 Mk^ aia the claaa and the dark hina aae eloady, O, 
 That ay* aaonid aae biytho wi* ny dear Blgbkad hiddle. a 
 
SCOTTISH SOMGS. HC) 
 
 The blae-berry banks now are lonesome and drearj-, O, 
 Muddy are the streams that gush'd down sae clearly, O, 
 Silent are the rocks that echoed sae gladly, O, 
 The wild melting strains o' my dear Highland laddie, O. 
 
 He pu'd me the crawberry, ripe frae the boggy fen. 
 He pu'd me the strawberry, red frae the foggy glen. 
 He pu'd me the rowan frae the wild steep sae giddy, O, 
 Sae loving and kind was my dear Highland laddie, O. 
 
 Fareweel, my ewes, and fareweel, my doggie, O, 
 Fareweel, ye knowes, now sae cheerless and seroggie, ; 
 Fareweel, Glenfeoch, my mammy and my daddie, O, 
 I will lea' you a' for my dear Highland laddie, O. 
 
 [Tune, "Sandy ower the lea."] 
 
 Leaning ower a window, and looking ower a mound, 
 I spied a mason laddie, wha gave my heart a wound ; 
 A wound, and a wound, and a deadly wound gave he; 
 And I wad wash his apron an he wad fancy me. 
 
 I winna ha'e the minister, for a' his many books 
 
 I winna ha'e the dominie, for a' his ■wylie looks ; 
 
 I will ha'e nane o' the twa, though they wad fancy me» 
 
 But my bonnie mason laddie he bears awa' the gree. 
 
 I winna ha'e the mautman, for a' his muckle sho'el ; 
 Nor will I ha'e the miller, for a' his niity meal ; 
 I wad ha'e nane o' thae twa, though they wad fancy me i 
 For my bonnie mason laddie he's up the scaffold hie. 
 
 I winna ha'e the ploughman, that gangs at the pleuch; 
 Nor yet will I the chaplain, though he has gear eneuch ; 
 I wad ha'e nane o' thae twa, though they wad fancy me j 
 For my bonnie mason laddie has stown the heart frae me. 
 
 I winna ha'e the souter, that rubs upon the shoon ; 
 Nor yet will I the weaver, that gingles on the loom ; 
 I wad ha'e nane o' thae twa, though they wad fancy me , 
 For my bonnie mason laddie he bears awa' the gree. 
 
 The smith that canna lay an axe is no a man o' craft ; 
 The Wright that canna seam a deal can scarcely lay a laft^ 
 The lad that canna kiss a lass is no a lad for me : 
 But my bonnie ma^ion laddie he can do a' the three. 
 
120 
 
 ®i)e Wiil cam' ifil^Dlin'. 
 
 [Tbb oM naim of tht taat nam eallad **TIm 
 Dell's awa' with Um Ksdnman,** wm "Th* 
 Herop-djuwr,'* aad it oaa be tmnd m Ikr back 
 Mtbe middle of the 17th owitaiy. Thtt ttnm «t 
 Bomiie are ganeaUy Mid to have bem an astna- 
 pore eflbsion, at a meeting of hk brother ntim 
 men in DnmfHta. It ic a corioaa fbfCt that the 
 original in the p(<et't band U iwrUUn m a ^iere ^ 
 r«ciM paptr, ruled on the back with red ttaee. 
 LoeUiartIi aeooont of the oompoiitlan of the aoQg 
 dUkfS from othm. Aoeordlag to hfan, H wae 
 c o B MOe wl on the ehofee of the Solwa^, wfaOe tha 
 poanuid a party of hie bflother 
 
 80OTT1SU SOIIOC 
 
 ^^Then^thm 
 
 engaged In watching the motto— of a 
 looking brig, which had pot la ttva, l 
 it wa« euppoeed, wae engaged la ■naggBof. Tbe 
 day following that on which the was ftnt asHi, 
 the veieel got into shallow water, and U was tiwa 
 dieoovctcd that the crew were munorooa, and not 
 like^ to jrMdwithoat a struggle. Lewanaoeofd* 
 Inglj wae despatched to DomflrlM Sir a party ot 
 
 simflar enand to Tnrisftohan, laarteg Baraa m 
 
 while thus ooeq^ied, bsiaf Isftlbr ■ 
 
 MiilaraWB hnpaUss 
 
 be Inadeqiuate fcr tha porpeio it «M maaat to 
 
 AiML Onaorhlsoua«adeebearli«hlBahMSlito 
 
 friend Uwan in partiealar, fcr beta« stow about 
 
 hie Joomegr, the man aaewaNd that ke also wtthsd 
 
 the devQ had hhB ftr his palM. and tlMl 
 
 lathemeaatti 
 
 nponthe 
 
 taking a fbw oferldss by 
 
 and shingle, r^Krioed his parlgr, aad ohaatsd to 
 
 them thb wdl-kaowB dlt^.**] 
 
 Taa dell cam' ilddUn' throogh the teoa. 
 
 And danced awa' wi' the iiidlsiaiiBii t 
 And illca auld wilb cried, Aokl Mahova, 
 I wtoh yoD luck o' the priae, man. 
 The deU*s awa'. the dell's awa% 
 
 The dell's awa' wi* the eaeisssnan t 
 He's danced awa', he's danoed awa'. 
 He's danced awa' wl' the oselsemaa I 
 
 Well mak* oar maat, well brew oor drink. 
 We'll Uogh, ting, and R>}otoe, num ; 
 
 And mony braw thanks to the nteikle blask doO, 
 That danced awa' wi' tho« 
 
 Wa% TlM dsfTft aw*' frt* the • 
 
 :^ot lacft of (SelD. 
 
 [••Ta» 
 
 by ths kts Da. AosTta, phyaJrian at Kdlabinga. 
 He had ooortad a lady, le whom hs was Aortty 
 to iMtvs basB aanladi birt the Daks oT Athole 
 
 kar, tlMt ha oMds propoaals of a 
 wara amaplad oi; aad ite JMsd the doatar.-— 
 The lady la qaaatfoo waa a daagblsr oT Joha 
 Drmnmoad, Kiq. oT ManHadi* rwthriifra. She 
 «anladJaBnaakaacood]>ahsorAthola,tai May, 
 17«L aha had BO tasaa by kk C ' ~ 
 
 r, ssaoad Daks of Oordea, aad 
 uf Uw taiaa bi OWilaiuL flka dlsd 
 at Ika palaso «r nuUiuwl lawaa, oa Iko ttl o( 
 ftkbUM. Alitor Db. AMlteai^ 
 
 •• Vo ami Mr ateB asarnoM 
 My m)ars« kaait i«alB to lova,** 
 
 ka sAsrau^s mafttsd MtaABMSsBgai. ^Blsr 
 of Lord aaBwill, fey wkom ke kad a lasfs luBfly. 
 Ue dM la 1774. Tka se^ appsaia la *'Tha 
 Gtenaar,** Ufaikanik«17B, and abo la Jokaaoais 
 Maiiiiiii Ae name of tka taaa, **ror bwk ti 
 faMsksWIask-laahL] 
 
 Foa hMk or gold dM IMM Ml ma, O. 
 Aad oTaB tkaTfe dear akaH baasA Bsa, Ot 
 aka aie taaook •» Atkob^ daks, 
 
 Aad to aadkas woe ska kaa Ml ma, O. 
 A star and garter hata more art 
 Thaa yoath, a trae aad fldthftU heart; 
 fygr empty tltke wa maat part^ 
 
 ' wshahasldtme.O. 
 
 ^ 
 
 Voa 
 
 M J Iqjarsd ksart agata to bna : 
 
 Tkroo^ dhtaatdhnatss I maat roeai 
 
 afarn Jsaay sks kas left ma, O. 
 Ta powers above, I to yoor aaas 
 Resign my fldthlea^ tofcly fidrt 
 Toor ch o bwat tiissring be her shan^ 
 
 Though sks has over Ml BB^ O. 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 121 
 
 1 gae^ a toHefu* %uU* 
 
 [Written by Burns in 1789 for the Museum. 
 The subject of the song was a daughter of the 
 Rer. Mr. Jeffrey of Lochmaben, afterwards Mrs. 
 Eenwlck of New York. The air vas composed by 
 Robert Riddle of Glenriddle, Esq., and caUed 
 " The blue-eyed lassie."] 
 
 I OAED a waefu' gate yestreen, 
 
 A gate I fear I'll dearly rue ; 
 I gat my death frae twa sweet een, 
 
 Twa lovely een o' bonnie blue. 
 •Twas not her golden ringlets bright. 
 
 Her lips like roses wet wi' dew. 
 Her heaving bosom, lily-white — 
 
 It was her een sae bonnie blue. 
 
 She talk'd, she smiled, my heart she wiled. 
 
 She charm'd my soul I wist na how , 
 But aye the stound, the deadly wound. 
 
 Cam' frae her een sae bonnie blue. 
 But, spare to speak, and spare to speed. 
 
 She'll aibUns listen to my vow : 
 Should she refuse, I'll lay me dead 
 
 To her twa een sae bonnie blue. 
 
 ^re me a 
 
 [Written by Allan Ramsay, to supplant old 
 and coarse words to the tune of " The Lass wi' the 
 Lump o' Land." This appears in the 2d vol. of 
 the Tea-Table Miscellany, and also, with the ori- 
 ginal melody, in the Orpheus Caledonius, 1725.] 
 
 Gi'E me a lass with a lump o' land. 
 
 And we for life shall gang thegither ; 
 Tho' daft or wise, I'll ne'er demand. 
 
 Or black or fair, it maksna whether. 
 I'm afif with wit, and beauty will fade. 
 
 And blood alane's nat worth a shilling ; 
 But she that's rich, her market's made. 
 
 For ilka charm about her's killing. 
 
 Gi'e me a lass with a lump o' land. 
 And in my bosom I'll hug my treasure ; 
 
 Gin I had ance her gear in my hand. 
 Should love turn dowf, it will find pleasure. 
 
 Laugh on wha likes: but there's my hand, 
 I hate with poortith, though bonnie, to meddle ; 
 
 Unless they bring cash, or a lump o' land, 
 They'se ne'er get me to dance to their fiddle. 
 
 There's meikle gude love in bands and bags ; 
 
 And siller and gowd's a sweet complexion; 
 But beauty and wit and virtue, in rags. 
 
 Have tint the art of gaining affection : 
 Love tips his arrows with woods and parks. 
 
 And castles, and riggs, and muirs, and meadows; 
 And naething can catch our modern sparks. 
 
 But weel-tocher'd lasses, or jointured widows. 
 
 I>f|p Ut u hm* 
 
 [Written by Burns for George Thomson's 
 collection, to an Irish tune, called " Balinamona 
 Ora." " Your * Hey for a lass wi' a tocher,' " says 
 Thomson, " is a most excellent song, and with 
 you the subject is something new indeed. It is 
 the first time I have seen you debasing the god of 
 soft desire into an amateur of acres and guineas." 
 We have placed this song of Burns's in juxtaposi- 
 tion with one on a similar subject and in a simi- 
 lar spirit by Ramsay, that the reader may indulge 
 his curiosity by comparing the two. In this case, 
 we think, the older poet surpasses his distin- 
 guished successor in vigour and humour.] 
 
 Awa' wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms. 
 The slender bit beauty you grasp in your arms ; 
 O, gi'e me the lass that has acres o' charms, 
 O, gi'e me the lass wi' the weel-stockit farms ! 
 Then, hey for a lass wi' a tocher. 
 Then, hey for a lass wi' a tocher. 
 Then, hey for a lass wi' a tocher ! 
 The nice yellow guineas for me ! 
 
 Your beauty's a flower in the morning that blows. 
 
 And withers the faster, the faster it grows ; 
 
 But the rapturous charms o' the bonnie green 
 
 knowes. 
 Ilk spring they're new-deckit wi' bonnie white 
 
 ewes. 
 
 And e'en when this beauty your bosom has bless'd. 
 
 The brightest o' beauty may cloy when possess'd ; 
 
 But the sweet yellow darlings,wi' Geordie imprest, 
 
 ^ The langer ye ha'e them, the mair they're carest. 
 

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 ]22 BOOmSB80If6& 
 
 
 
 A Oll0«>!lof«llaiaib 
 
 
 
 ® gin gr foeu Ibut mine. 
 
 LoffcMwII 1 lilt 
 Oi^ahositMaliiliiiBt 
 
 
 
 Oh ! gin je wen bat mliM, iMde, 
 
 
 
 
 Oh ! gin r 'w* t«t mhM, taiil*, 
 
 To tan i^r teM lUi tf^^ ««ril 
 
 
 
 
 Wad Mk* a eofloM 4tafy. Oi 
 
 
 
 I'd ICMl A lUb (Urine, loMle. 
 
 Idmeawy— ffpiii<»^yK 
 
 
 
 Tbera'a Minething in tfa^ booak fcot. 
 
 MjlMMBtaAMlfJ.Ot 
 
 
 
 I nerer nw bdbfe, taMrie, 
 
 
 
 
 Tour actionc »' ha'* ale a gfaoe» 
 
 My le««M saa teiw aad taqr. Ot 
 
 
 
 Igaxe,andIadore,la«l«! 
 
 I drfB tfaa iBBi tlHit I *aaM ptow. 
 
 
 
 Oh!gin3r«ww«,to. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Ollvae'loeelte. 
 
 
 
 
 Soon aa Iha «Mm had bvo^kl tlM dif. 
 
 
 
 There's ume but yoon ihoot throogh njr haan. 
 
 I wesit to theak iW alaMa, O i 
 
 
 
 An' aoOen a' mj tool, laaie ! 
 
 I oooat my aoiU, aa* plr« awajr 
 
 
 
 Ob ! gin ye were, ite. 
 
 AafiMtaalwaaaMe^O. 
 
 
 
 Each motkm ibow* aonM grace that* a new. 
 
 Aal'«heanvaddli«ara,0: 
 
 
 
 
 Wh8B I had dMM, and hMkM aboat. 
 
 
 
 And though >vur ebanna I dalljr view. 
 
 Bsiieldtt«aath*byM,OI 
 
 
 
 I M them with lurprlM, laarial 
 
 Oilosvitofalte. 
 
 
 
 Oh ! gin ye were, &e. 
 
 Bar wQy gteto rn M^» tavrt 1 
 
 
 
 Sweet to the spring, and sweet the roaa. 
 
 . ThadMr.thaka^yMtohiii'vt, [hmn. 
 
 
 
 When ntiolsten'd by the ihower, laHle » 
 
 Has pIsMM SM Ihiiith aiid ttuMgh th« 
 
 
 
 Bright on the thorn the dew-drop glowi^ 
 
 
 
 
 
 Itirdtosiat,Itf]rdtopny, 
 
 
 
 Oh!ginyewef«,*c 
 
 I trrd to drowan wl' drtekte* ant 
 I tryM wf taO to drivel amy. 
 
 
 
 But purer, brighter flff tluui thcae 
 
 Bot oaw aw deea to Ihtahki* o^ 
 Ollovellofeiia. 
 
 
 
 Thou art, and charming more, laarie! 
 
 
 
 Than tongue oan teU— I wond'ring gaae— 
 
 
 
 
 IgaMandIadore,lairieI 
 
 Were Feggya lav* to hhvlhaiob, 
 
 A a' save my heart flra* bnakta', O, 
 I'd pot a gbdl* romd ih* floba. 
 
 
 
 
 Or div* to Oofryrrsids, 1 
 
 
 
 Eob(*i( Kite a DiniTtr$$0. 
 
 la yeodar vaalt aa* aavi*. O i 
 
 Or faae aad vlarfbr Mango Pam 
 
 IhMNvh AMea aa* dieary. 0. 
 
 
 
 [Warrmi by the BrmicK SRsvaniD, to thr 
 
 Ollo*allo««:te. 
 
 
 
 tune of " Paddye Wedding."] 
 
 T* Bttla kaa what pahw I pro** ! 
 
 
 
 1 LAT«LT ilT'd in quiet case. 
 
 Or,howi*fei*aiypll*y,Ot 
 
 
 
 An* nerer wiah'd to marry. ; 
 
 I awvar I'm aairsr drunk wi* lofe 
 
 
 
 But when I saw my Peggy's flwe. 
 
 Than *W I waa wi' whisky, Ol 
 
 
 
 I Mt a sad quandary, O. 
 
 ror lo«* bM nUCd m* fbr* an' alt. 
 
 
 
 Though wUd as ony Athol deer. 
 
 I aeate* eaa on a l^tJi O : 
 
 
 
 She haa t(«pan'd m* fidrly, O; 
 
 I flnt ti<nr diny, thaa gaed daft. 
 
 
 
 Her ohenrohceln, and een sae dear, 
 
 Aa' now m de* fbr P««sy. O. 
 
 
 
 BnraM me lau ao' early, 0. . 
 
 ^ 0!to**!tove:ft«. 
 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. ^23 
 
 
 
 w My mammy coft me a new gown. 
 
 
 
 Bim ^^* 
 
 The kirk maun ha'e the gracing o't . 
 Wer>? I to lie -vvi' you, kind sir, 
 
 I'm fear'd ye'd spoil the lacing o't. 
 
 
 
 [William Chalmers.— Air, " The pride of the 
 
 
 
 
 brooralands."] 
 
 Hallowmas is come and gane. 
 
 The nights are lang in winter, sir; 
 
 
 
 Sing on, thou little bird. 
 
 An' you an' I, in ae bed. 
 
 
 
 Thy wild notes sae loud, 
 
 In trouth I dare na venture, sir. 
 
 
 
 sing, sweetly sing frae the tree; 
 
 
 
 
 Aft, beneath thy birken bow'r. 
 
 Fu' loud and shrill the frosty wind. 
 
 
 
 I have met at e'ening hour. 
 
 Blaws thro' the leafless timmer, sir. 
 
 
 
 My young Jamie tliat's far o'er the sea. 
 
 But if ye come this gate again, 
 I'll aulder be gin simmer, air. 
 
 
 
 On yon bonnie heather knowes 
 
 I'm o'er young to marry yet ; 
 
 
 
 "We pledged our mutual vows. 
 
 I'm o'er young to marry yet; 
 
 
 
 And dear is the spot unto me; 
 
 I'm o'er young — 'twad be a sin 
 
 
 
 Tho' pleasure I ha'e nane. 
 
 To tak' me frae my mammy yet. 
 
 
 
 While I wander alane. 
 
 
 
 
 And my Jamie is far o'er the sea. 
 
 
 
 
 
 But why should I mourn. 
 
 
 
 
 The seasons will return. 
 And verdure again clothe the lea; 
 
 iP^toaictJ m ft^ fejei^E. 
 
 
 
 The flow'rets shall spring. 
 
 
 
 
 And the saft breeze shall bring 
 
 [Burns says this song was wTitten by a Captain 
 
 
 
 My dear laddie again back to me. 
 
 John Drummond M'Gregor of the family of Bo- 
 chaldie, but he must have been misinformed. The 
 
 
 
 Thou star ! give thy light. 
 
 first four and the last four lines are old ; the rest 
 
 
 
 Guide my lover aright. 
 
 was added byTRAMsAV, and the whole is given in 
 
 
 
 Fra« rocks and frae shoals keep him free ; 
 
 the first vol. of the Tea-Table Miscellany. "Pol- 
 
 
 
 Now gold I ha'e in store. 
 
 warth," says Mr. Robert Chambers, " is a small 
 
 
 
 He shall wander no more. 
 
 primitive-looking parish-village in the centre of 
 
 
 
 No, no more shall he sail o'er tlie sea. 
 
 Berwickshire, with a green, in the centre of which 
 three thorns grow within a little enclosure. These 
 
 
 
 
 trees are the successors of one aged thorn, which, 
 after keeping its place there for centuries, was blown 
 
 
 
 Tm ^^2x ^mu^. 
 
 down some years ago. It was formerly the cus- 
 
 
 
 tom of the villagers, who are a simple race, and 
 
 
 
 
 were formerly vassals to the Earl of Marchmoiit, 
 
 
 
 [This is an old song, dressed up a little by Burns 
 
 whose seat is in the neighbourhood, to dance 
 
 
 
 for Johnson's Museum. "The tune," says Mr. 
 
 round this venerable tree at weddings; which 
 
 
 
 Stenhouse, " is evidently the progenitor of that 
 
 they are said to have done in consequence of a 
 
 
 
 fine modem strathspey, called ' Loch Erroch 
 
 romantic incident in tlie history of the noble 
 
 
 
 Side.' "] 
 
 famDy just mentioned."] 
 
 
 
 I AM my mammy's ae bairn. 
 
 At Polwarth, on the green. 
 
 
 
 Wi- unco folk I weary, sir; 
 
 If you'll meet me the mom. 
 
 
 
 And lying in a man's bed. 
 
 Where lads and lasses do convene 
 
 
 
 I'm fley'd wad mak' me eerie, sir. 
 
 To dance around the thorn ; 
 
 
 
 I'm o'er young to marry yet ; 
 
 A kindly welcome you shall meet 
 
 
 
 I'm o'er young to marry yet ; 
 
 Era her, wha likes to view 
 
 
 
 I'm o'er young— 'twad be a sin 
 
 A lover and a lad complete. 
 
 
 
 To tak' me frae my niammy yet. ^ 
 
 ^ The lad and lover you. 
 
 
 
 " 1 
 
124 
 
 Let doff<gr dauMs taj N; 
 A» hug M e'er ttaqr plow, 
 
 A SiHkMBudnnwflnliwvtIkM, 
 
 Who* Inwaidty thay bltie ; 
 Bat I wfU frankly thaw my mind, 
 
 ▲ad yWd my taourt to thee— 
 Be aver to th* mpth* kind. 
 
 That langt na to b« frw. 
 
 At POlWItfth, OQ tiM gTMB, 
 
 Amang the n«w<inaini hay. 
 With •aap and daadag kmu 
 
 Wall paM tha liv»^nff day. 
 At nidit, ifteda bt oww thniag hikl. 
 
 And thoa ba twioMl or thiaa. 
 Thoa ahalt lia waleoma, my daar lad. 
 
 To taka a i 
 
 '^ipa5( summer tlDr. 
 
 pTVarrrm by Jomf OaisTS, to tba tuna of 
 " PoIwBith on tha Onen.** Mr. Griava waa a hat 
 manufiurtarer in Edinbon^ of Utnary tattaa, 
 who will alwaya ba ramcmharad 1m ooa of tha 
 Ettriek Shepberdi carllHt and kindcat flriaa^ 
 andpatrona. Hogg dadleataa Mador oT tha Moor 
 to him, and alao iatrodaoaa him as ona of tha 
 competing mtnatfab In tha Qnaent Waka. Hit 
 death took plaea in 1886, long after ha had rvtliad 
 from bualneak] 
 
 TwAaa 
 
 HI* a 
 And dawi, liha dnatat^ d 
 
 On flowar and kaiy epray. 
 The eovarlat of gkwming gray 
 
 On avaiy thing was seen, 
 Whan lads and taans took their way 
 
 To Polwarth on the green. 
 
 The sptrit-moTing danoe want on. 
 
 And hannleai rerdiy 
 Ofyoang hearts all in onison, 
 
 Wl* love's soft wltcharta: 
 Their haU the open-dalsM Isa, 
 
 While fraa the walkln shaan. 
 Tha moon shooa brif^tly on the glee 
 
 At Polwarth oo the green. 
 
 While athni te tha kntUeii raar 
 
 JF^oa hoaow^ trtflss atnrfa. 
 Away, aaell pleaaaias i Msa aad laia i 
 
 'SLit rinatsas biitr. 
 
 177C] 
 
 (ToalKalylBMor 
 isglvaalaTalr^ 
 aad alBO la Hardii ael i so lluB . 
 
 A&aaotaaadalMili 
 
 LNadlathaaooth 
 nMyhaisaeasltMr 
 
 Aad waMad «a4 Itay hat 
 Oa Taaatey «B *• hiMal taat 
 
 Ctaaldd 
 But hay play ap 
 
 TMAa^Mituniiiw 
 The M«irii« of k» MlMT «i 
 
 Tha aastaif of har trMhari 
 TharflglMl^arikatfly 
 
 ThawaWafa'that hr sa 
 Ttaaa bsy play ap tha rteaway 
 
 nothaya 
 lawyaahai 
 
 Othat^thahrlda. 
 Tha fackia thatu tat 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 125 
 
 And when they came to Kelso town. 
 
 They gaur'd the clap gang through ; 
 Saw ye a lass wi' a hood and mantle. 
 
 The face o't lined up wi' blue ? 
 The face o't lined up wi' blue. 
 
 And the tail turn'd up wi' green ; 
 Saw ye a lass wi' a hood and mantle. 
 
 Should ha'e been married on Tuesday 't e'en ? 
 
 O at the saft and silly bridegroom 
 
 The bridemaids a' were laughin' ; 
 When up there spake the bridegroom's man, 
 
 Now what means a' this daflfin' ? 
 For woman's love's a wilfu' thing, 
 
 And fancy flies fu' free; 
 Then hey play up the rinaway bride, 
 
 For she has ta'en the gee. 
 
 [John Grieve. — The air of this is given in 
 " The Scottish Minstrel," and is said to have been 
 long current in the north of Scotland as the com- 
 position of John M'Murdo of Kintail. It is the 
 same as what appears among the Irish Melodies 
 ander the name of " The Legacy."] 
 
 Adieu to rock and to water-fall. 
 
 Whose echoes start among Albyn's hills, 
 A long adieu, Uldoonan ! and all 
 
 Thy wildwood steeps, and thy sparkling rills. 
 From the dreams of my childhood and youth I 
 awaken. 
 
 And all the sweet visions that fancy wove ; 
 Adieu ! ye lone glens, and ye braes of green braken. 
 
 Endeared by friendship, and hope, and love. 
 
 The stranger came, and adversity's wind 
 
 Blew cold and chill on my father's hearth ; 
 I strove, but vainly, some shelter to find 
 
 Among the fields of my father's birth : 
 But my desolate spirit shall never be severed 
 
 From the home where a sister and mother once 
 
 smiled, [shivered. 
 
 Though within its bare walls lies the roof-tree all 
 
 And mouldering rubbish is spread and piled. 
 
 1 hear before me the waters roar; 
 
 I see the galley in yonder bay. 
 All ready and trim, she beckons the shore. 
 
 And Heems to chide my longer stay. 
 
 Uldoonan ! when lingering afar from thy valley. 
 At my pilgrimage close o'er the billowy brine. 
 
 Harps long will be strung, and new voices will 
 hail thee. 
 Without devotion and love like mine. 
 
 [From the first vol. of Ramsay's Tea-Table Mis- 
 cellany. " A tradition," says Burns, " is men- 
 tioned in the ' Bee,' that the second Bishop Chis- 
 hobn, of Dunblane, used to say, that if he were 
 going to be hanged, nothing could soothe his mind 
 so much by the way as to bear 'Clout the Caldron' 
 played. I have met with another tradition, that 
 the old song to this tune, 
 
 ' Ha'e ye ony pots or pans. 
 
 Or ony broken chandlers,' 
 was composed by one of the Kenmure family, in 
 the cavalier times; and alluding to an amour he 
 had, while under hiding, in the disguise of an itin- 
 erant tinker. The air is also known by the name 
 of ' The Blacksmith and his Apron,' which from 
 the rhythm, seems to have been a line of some old 
 song to the tune."] 
 
 Have ye any pots or pans. 
 
 Or any broken chandlers ? 
 I am a tinker to my trade, 
 
 And newly come fi-ae Flanders, 
 As scant of siller as of grace ; 
 
 Disbanded, we've a bad run ; 
 Gar tell the lady of the place, 
 
 I'm come to clout her caldron. 
 Fa, advie, diddle, diddle, &c. 
 
 Madam, if you have wark for me, 
 
 I'll do't to your contentment ; 
 And dinna care a single flie 
 
 For any man's resentment ; 
 For, lady fair, though I appear 
 
 To every ane a tinker. 
 Yet to yoursell I'm bauld to tell, 
 
 I am a gentle j inker. 
 
 Love Jupiter into a swan 
 
 Turned, for his loved Leda ; 
 He like a bull ower meadows ran. 
 
 To carry off Europa. 
 
1S6 
 
 MXJTTISU tlOKOa. 
 
 TlMa SMf Mt I, M f*«a M iM, 
 
 TteMhkWiMlBAtl 
 
 Bat thk flM plot yoani Adl ia : 
 Vor tlMra h Mtthcr pot nor pan. 
 
 Of mliw, fom'n dilv* • nail In. 
 Then Und jroor bodgst on xoor back, 
 ; 
 
 4bsha hud • p«Mk t» kaad Iht riDir. 
 Wi* It iht thodbt M •aek *• aillwi 
 But dM itet tte poMk, Ik* rfDv. aai 
 And M* bouk lad mrl tor k» ann 
 
 Tor I>« a Hatar «ad« tack, 
 naTk and to dovt nv «a^ft 
 
 It mifkt ka>» HffM k« a' k« daiai 
 Bat, nt a fvvk, ikt gkd H a«a'» 
 ▲■i Mi bault M wad laT hw awm*. 
 T»Mrkmmmm',lm, 
 
 8m Mw lb* Ihw la a ««• M pn«C 
 
 S Ftar iht« aald. dM^ kald. riM% witeUid, aad 
 
 [O iTw fat aHUBbnm Jovaal, Vo, Vi, wtmn H Aad bm k 
 nUtakltoha«*b«nwilt«MfefaBflM«UDaiilid| Syc kw a«a', *a. 
 
 lady, a» a kind of IiiiiIm^ih of bar turn kaNia ■nil ■ 
 htetory. It to nng to an air raMKkKag tkaft of Vaw IrtM. Mr dmri^ to av 1>9*. 
 
 " Th* I«M of Cookpao.-] 
 
 A LAMlhfoddoinityyon bam knwi^ 
 And aba WM WMl prawUtd wf elacat 
 Hha bad tbrw omtcbM a' bat tmm. 
 And na* bonnlt bid wad tak* bwawn*. 
 Tak» bw a«n', tab* kw awa*. 
 Vm bonnb M wad tok* her a«a*( 
 BbakndtfcwBiafhM,a'batfa, 
 
 8ba bad a io«»». It «M>M a* tko naUat, 
 ItwanHdtb» M « b iaa dt k,tetmntodtk> ln i il i n ; 
 Tt wanted tb* ■!■■?■>, tbc llnbif and a'. 
 And na« bonnl* bwl wmI tak* hm awa*. 
 Tak' bv awB', te. 
 
 8bt bad ftm atoeklnfa, tb(7 wtr» at tbt k 
 Tbqr wmnfead tha U^t, tb^ waatMl th« Otttait 
 Tbigr waatad tbo b^ito, tb* bMli» and a% 
 And naa bonnlt lad wad tab* bw awa'. 
 Tak'bwawtf',**. 
 
 She bad a •bawl. It waa Joat Uki a ilddK 
 
 it wadna been tba waar e* tba thnkl and tb* 
 
 needle; 
 For the mkklle wm boind, and tbt border awa'. 
 And nae bonnie lad wad tab' her awa°. 
 Tak' bar awa*. te. 
 
 Yewfcaanvyi 
 
 r«Br If ya^ ■» pM to weal ■• bmw, 
 
 O aaa bonala bid w« tokr I* awa*. 
 
 TaJt r» awa', l^yaawa*, 
 
 Ka* benria kd wm tok* ya awa*. 
 
 Ify*^ a* gaM aa waB aa bea*. 
 
 O MS kaaato tot vll lar y« awa*. 
 
 IriiHt, gitt fit toaO lo'c. 
 
 CTkoK O— liMili Jooraal. Ho. IM^ wbei 
 ippM* witk Iha toMtolB ** A. L.-1 
 
 •*LMB.gtoyawBdleAato^ 
 
 Laa^gtayawadla^aw, 
 Te^H to lady* of My ka*. 
 . Laa^gtoy*«adto>atoa. 
 Aaaai«afc«t.a«*Blakaa, 
 
 Wed pInMiM. ya nay mar aw : 
 A brlA, a k^Ftha, a klad gadaaHM- 
 
 f MB, gto ya wad lo% OM r 
 
 ** Wahh tbara^ IMIa doofct y« ba^B, 
 
 Aa'bMta'bataaa'aaVl 
 Bat btt* aa' Hylh* y* aana ba, 
 
 Aa' yaa aaa aold aa* «aqr. 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 "Wad marriage mak' you young again ? 
 
 Wad woman's luve renew you ?— 
 Awa', ye silly doitet man, 
 
 1 canna, winna lo'e you." 
 
 " Witless hirzie, e'ens ye like. 
 
 The ne'er a doit I'm carin' ; 
 But men maun be the first to speak. 
 
 An' wanters maun be speirin'. 
 Yet, lassie, I ha'e lo'ed you lang. 
 
 An' now I'm come to woo you — 
 I'm no sae auld as clashes gang, 
 
 I think you'd better lo'e me !" 
 
 " Doitet bodie I — auld or young. 
 
 You needna langer tarry. 
 Gin ane be loutin' owre a rung. 
 
 He's no for me to marry. 
 Gae hame an' ance bethink yoursel* 
 
 How ye wad come to woo me — 
 And mind me i' your latter-will, 
 
 Bodie, gin ye lo'e me I" 
 
 [pe %um CI* <^amliiii^Iaiiig* 
 
 [William Holmes.— Here first printed.] 
 
 In a cozie white cottage upon a hill side. 
 That cheerily lor lis on the green vale o' Clyde, 
 There lives a braw lassie wi' sunny-brown liair. 
 An" a face like the momin' sae ruddy an' fair. 
 
 I lo'etl her fu' weel when I saw her wee smile. 
 An' I thocht in my heart she look'd kindly the 
 
 while ; 
 She is gentle and gleesome, an' free frae a' pride- 
 She's the bonniest lass on the banks o' the Clyde. 
 
 O Clyde ! thou art bonnie while flowing between 
 The thick twining branches o' soft dewy green ; 
 Yet thy laneness sae deep was aye dowie to me^ 
 Though the sun brichtly lay on ilk wee flower an* 
 tree. 
 
 But the laneness is gane, and thy beauties appear 
 Like a vision o' nope through a sorrowfu' tear ; 
 Ilka souu' that I hear, an' ilk flower that I see, 
 Seem happier noo ain' my love smiles on me. 
 
 127 
 
 ^ When clear merry Kirkbura first meets thy em- 
 brace, 
 A tremulous ripple steals over thy fivce, 
 
 a moment 'tis gone— then thegitiier ye run, 
 1 Gaily sparklin' alang in the licht o the sun. 
 
 Sae my heart has been flichterin' aye sin' the day 
 I I first met my love on the lane hawthorn way ; 
 But our hearts mingled ance, then thegither we'll 
 
 glide 
 Through life, wi' the sunshine o' love by our side. 
 
 Fair, fair be thy beauty for ever, dear stream ; 
 On thy gowany banks long may tnae lovers dream ! 
 My thochts wander to thee wherever I gang. 
 Sin' I met wi' the bonnie young lass o' Camb' slang. 
 
 ^t SsiHEt d' ^ilkr* 
 
 [From Chambers's Journal, No. 178.— Air, 
 •* Roy's Wife o' Aldivalloch."] 
 
 Come, ragged brethren o' the Nine, 
 Join ilka honest purseless callan; 
 The waes o' duddy doublets sing, 
 
 Wlien gousty want keeks through the hallan . 
 It's true I've nae great heart to sing, 
 
 Fuistit in auld hair-mouldy garret; 
 But yet there's ease in dullii' croon. 
 Though there be little in the wallet 
 Oh the waefu' want o' siller. 
 Weary fa' the want o' siller; 
 It mak's nae what be in your povr. 
 Gin your pouch be bare o' siller. 
 
 It's waur nor a' the waes o' life. 
 
 And sair benumbs a body's noddle; 
 For worth nor vrit, without the pelf. 
 
 Is never counted worth a bodie. 
 It's no your wit, its no your lear. 
 
 Though ye should on Pegasus gallop; 
 It mak's na, gin your breeks be bare, 
 
 And hinging a' in tatter-wallop. 
 Oh the waefu', &c. 
 
 When baugh wi' care and fell mishap. 
 
 And puirtith bauds a body gaunting. 
 There's never ane to speir your ail, 
 ^ Gif that the penny siller'a wanting. 
 
128 
 
 For 
 
 SOOTTtSB M>MO& 
 
 4 
 
 iMBTti «r HatofcM Irthins ; 
 m A body look your wy, 
 QiftlMi tht riDer Unu kything. 
 Ok tb* wmAi% he. 
 
 T«11 no get tmw, nor breid, nor eh«a», 
 Kor toeial drap to w«ei your wjaon : 
 
 What earn the polWMd mn o- wMlth, 
 Thoofii wTBon, waoM, and a' fat gjrtaat? 
 
 — ' *fl^lilaBf*tOitt, 
 
 Tomijourw 
 
 Bfcithrkh and pair wm aft bawiMm, 
 Oh Um waeAa', fte. 
 
 Wbat. think yc, b't Unlis tends and heatti? 
 
 Itt nowthor beaatjr, wit, nor eairiacii 
 Bat, (hw the oottag* to Uw ha', « 
 
 It's tiUer ajfc that makt th* nanh^y. 
 I've btea in lure oat ow the lac^ 
 
 Ltka monay other dilal ate* HMt 
 Bat, 'oanw taj bmIUb was bat maaf. 
 
 The Maey Itannwfs did abhor BM. 
 Oh the waaAt', dke. 
 
 Hale books I've wrote, baith prose sad WM^ 
 
 And mouy a rooelng dedioatloo. 
 Bat nae ane owned the pair bao^ stilsM, 
 
 8ae nodit fcr me bat grim starraMoB. 
 ▲nd oh, bat mjafai shanks be anaa', 
 
 M7 TC17 noes as sharp's a flUsr t 
 Orim deatti win soon tak* me awa^- 
 
 Ohone,oboae, the want o sUW! 
 Oh the wnsfti', he 
 
 [Bora the words and air of tills soog are mid 
 to be the comporitkm of Patrick or Patib Bmtra, 
 a noted fiddler and rhymer. In KInghom, FUb> 
 shtae, who floorished towards the doer of the 17th 
 and beginning of the IBthceatorles, and of whom 
 an exoeilent portrait by Alkman is still extant at 
 Leelie House. Bamsay, in his Elagy on Patle 
 Biraie, mentions " O wilto, wilta dot again," 
 and "The aald man's msar's dead," as aongs 
 whldiPatfe" made ftae his aln head.- We give 
 here two dUhrmt rcnione of the eong. The 
 seeond h Ikom **Tba 8ooCtisk MlneticL'J 
 
 Taaaaldi 
 Thepolrh 
 TheanMn 
 
 Then was hay to ea', and I 
 
 A " 
 
 AndfifttkeiaiiltodMl 
 
 TmianMrnanisa 
 The patra 
 
 The aidd maa^ maar^ dead I 
 
 The pidr aMHB% mearM dead I 
 
 The psniB, and asaps, and a* 1 
 
 And she ie gane-waos BBS I 
 
 m' te his giu aaeari 
 odeehtaassl%r«ai^ 
 UUelhagnenkf ' 
 The aald, te. 
 
 And a* har dooee aad « 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 129 
 
 [The universally-popular song of "Johnnie 
 Cope," (which owes much of its popularity, we 
 dare say, to its spirit-stirring air,) was written on 
 the defeat of Sir John Cope and the king's forces 
 by Prince Charles and the Highlanders, at Pres- 
 ton, in Haddingtonshire, on the 22d September, 
 1745. This engagement is called according to the 
 different local positions of the conflicting parties, 
 the battle of Prestonpans, of Tranent Muir, or of 
 Gladsrauir. Sir John Cope, as is well known, 
 made a precipitate and disgraceful retreat from 
 the field, followed by his dragoons, and did not 
 stay his flight till he reached Dunbar. His con- 
 duct on the occasion brought him under the in- 
 vestigation of a court-martial, but he was acquit- 
 ted. The muses, however, did not acquit him, 
 - for they have rendered him immortal in song — as 
 a runaway. The author of the original words of 
 " Johnnie Cope," we have every reason to believe, 
 was Adam Skikvino, a wealthy farmer in Had- 
 dingtonshire, who also wrote the song called 
 " Tranent Muir," given in another part of this 
 work. Mr. Skirving was a very athletic man, 
 and distinguished for bin skill in all manly sports 
 and exercises. He was Iwm in 1719, educated at 
 Preston kirk in East Lothian, and long held the 
 fai-m of Garleton, — about two miles from Had- 
 dington, on the road to Gosford. He died in 
 April, 1803, and was buried in the churchyard of 
 Athelstaneford, where his merits are recorded in 
 the following metrical epitaph : 
 
 " In feature, in figure, agility, mind. 
 And happy wit rarely surpass'd. 
 
 With lofty or low could be plain or refined. 
 Content beaming bright to the last." 
 He had a son, Archibald, who reached high dis- 
 tinction in Edinburgh as a minature and crayon 
 painter, and another, Robert, who was long in 
 the East India Company's service. There arc 
 various different readings of the song of " Johnnie 
 Cope," (see Johnson's Mxiseum, Ritson's collec- 
 tion, and Cunningham's collection,) but the one 
 here given is the original and genuine one. The 
 song has been also often travestied, — and on no 
 more memorable occasion than that of the royal 
 landing in Scotland, when her majesty took the 
 Magistrates of Edinburgh, and many others, by 
 surprise, by getting up "so early in the morn- 
 ing." The air of "Johnnie Cope" is older than 
 the song, and used to be called " Fye to the hills 
 in the morning." We cannot say whether the 
 (jxpression in Skirving's song, " To gang to the 
 
 coals" be a corruption of the old words " To gang 
 to the hills," or merely a proverbial expression for 
 early rising.] 
 
 Cope sent a letter flue Dunbar: — 
 Charlie, meet me an ye daur. 
 And I'll learn you the art o' war. 
 If you'll meet me in the morning. 
 
 Hey, Johnnie Cope, are ye waukingyet ? 
 Or are your drums a-beating yet? 
 If ye were wauking, I wad wait 
 
 To gang to the coals i' the morning. 
 
 When Charlie look'd the letter upon. 
 He drew his sword the scabbard from : 
 Come follow me, my merry merry men. 
 And we'll meet Johnnie Cope in the moni- 
 Hey, Johnnie Cope, &c. [ing. 
 
 Now, Johnnie, be as good's your word 
 Come let us try botii fire and sword; 
 And dinna flee away like a frighted bird. 
 That's chased frae its nest in the morning. 
 Hey, Johnnie Cope, &c. 
 
 When Johnnie Cope he heard of this. 
 He thought it wadna be amiss. 
 To ha'e a horse in readiness 
 To flee awa' in the morning. 
 
 Hey, Johnnie Cope, &c 
 
 ry now, Johnnie, get up and rin, 
 Tlie Highland bagpipes mak' a din; 
 It is best to sleep in a hale skin. 
 For 'twill be a bluidy morning. 
 Hey, Johnnie Cope, &c. 
 
 When Johnnie Cope to Dunbar came. 
 They specr'd at him, Where's a»your men ' 
 The deil confound me gin I ken. 
 For I left them a' i' the morning. 
 Hey, Johnnie Cope, &c. 
 
 Now, Johnnie, troth ye are na blate 
 To come wi' the news o' your ain defeat. 
 And leave your men in sic a strait 
 Sae early in the morning. 
 
 Hey, Johnnie Cope, &c. 
 
 Oh ! faith, quo' Johnnie, I got sic fiegs 
 Wi' their clajTnorcs and philabegs ; 
 If I face them again, deil break my legs— 
 So I wish you a gude morning. 
 Hey, Johnnie Cope, &c. 
 
ISO 
 
 pTaoM "TtM WHelMS of KcOH Gtea, a Dmnstto Fw^niMt, vttk oter FMii^ ly Satm 
 AaMnTr|irtntadatOlipwiafltelkli«laia& Mr. Afottli— iraiJMtjMM JaPMJM,) 
 
 I madMil aloiW liy (h» wOd wood. 
 
 SKI^ni lontis tjboit (mtoIu t*^t. 
 
 In' iMtw*, an lofdlj M wfaMi iB bw drildkoed. 
 
 On thy hMTl and thiM i|» la bMirtf OHf bHH 
 Wtartn ofcr th* world tiM gngf ikndH an ncandab 
 Aad tiw Iter of tk« avwl^ an d«i ii b 
 WHh niliaflgiii wll toltha h fi 
 
 Thn Ikfaik «rttgr low who dghaOila adMiib 
 Whm TtowlBf that tlar M ha VMidM aloM, 
 
 Whkb aoea «a hb Md «•• «ha MBbkm flfgladMiib 
 Aa thy MthM bonm ha mM apao. 
 
 OhI thiah 
 
 Aadthteh 
 
 ABd,ahl najrti 
 ~ hith 
 
 1^ JKaiD I lo*f 
 lit 
 
 Ofi 
 
 Aod aOI tha bah^r feMM owpi aaoaa* tht MaMly i 
 ' I Blhtly «te tha oMav 1 trip whM ali^ bagtet to 1^ 
 wtlBiMr.tfMMMXIaia. 
 
 Wbaa I htai Iha la^r hpi ar tar I tartk 
 
 "- — -"iniiTi ITii r till (Ml I iim iiwiiiMi, 
 
 Bar twth arNoty taO Ihr twMCi that lfa«v thm. 
 And OB h« brow flMi naMr wnath^d la Um ravaa talr 
 OM tha hMd •* hw Xlo^ 
 
 rta hwd tha larfc^ dMf Mag arr Iha ro^r a^ a^ diV 
 Had from oar ■Billag vbIm hrarfMd tte AmSm or alght amir* 
 Bat iwaatw wordi Ml oa Bilat «ar thaa iBfaMtnl^ tiPMlMt lay 
 Aa I gMd owia tho BMwr ywbaaa wf h« I le^ 
 
 in boOd a war WM beoM, aad til tab* mgr IWilo baata. 
 And I wfll lint wt* woalth timt th* fowd w prla* will ■haoM*. 
 in nut wi* lova't aodMrinc jo|«. an •!» k bat a nanM, 
 Unworthj o* tht diamia that m« la b« 1 10*0. 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 131 
 
 
 ^ 
 
 f Awa', fause loons, your artfU' wiles 
 
 
 
 
 Maun ne'er yon bonnie lassie spill i 
 
 
 
 Mmhmm^. 
 
 Her name and hame I winna tell. 
 The bonnie lass ayont the hUl. 
 
 
 
 [John Mitchell.— Here first printed.] 
 
 Her cheeks are like the apple bud. 
 Her brow is white as drifted snaw. 
 
 
 
 Some may delight to spend their hours. 
 
 Her lips are Uke the berries red. 
 
 
 
 By limpid streamlets fring'd with flowers. 
 
 That grow upon yon garden wa*. 
 
 
 
 But give to me the wilds where towers 
 
 
 
 
 Thy rocky crest, Benlomond. 
 
 It's sweet to see the roses blaw 
 Adown the holms o' Endrick lea. 
 
 
 
 Through leafy groves young love may stray. 
 
 But sweeter are the blinks o' luve 
 
 
 
 To sing the joys of rosy May, 
 
 The bonnie lassie gi'es to me. 
 
 
 
 But bolder tones must fire his lay 
 
 
 
 
 Whose theme's the proud Benlomond. 
 
 Yon milkwhite thorn now a' in bloom. 
 That sweetly scents the evening air; 
 
 
 
 Dark clouds upon thy forehead rest. 
 
 Yon cloud a warld o' pearly snaw. 
 
 
 
 Eed lightnings play around thy crest. 
 
 Are nae sae pure nor half sae fSur. 
 
 
 
 And storm runs riot on thy breast. 
 
 
 
 
 Thou heed'st them not, Benlomond. 
 
 Ilk colour that the heavens can gi'e 
 Does but ae lovely rainbow fill ; 
 
 
 
 But when gay summer's in her prime. 
 
 Sae a' that's sweet on earth is she. 
 
 
 
 And balmy winds steal o'er our clime, 
 
 The bonnie lass ayont the hill. 
 
 
 
 Who would not dare thy heights sublune 
 
 
 
 
 And glory in Benlomond. 
 
 Gin I'd been bom a belted knight. 
 Or laird of mickle gear an' Ian', 
 
 
 
 There far above proud cities we 
 
 I wadna lay me down to sleep 
 
 
 
 With wonder fiU'd wiU lean on thee. 
 
 Afore I gat her lily han'. 
 
 
 
 Awed by the gorgeous scenery 
 
 
 
 
 That round thee spreads, Benlomond. 
 
 But waes my heart ! I'm but a herd. 
 An' sae maun tether down my will ; 
 
 
 
 Sublimity sits throned on thee. 
 
 Yet come what may, I'll climb the brae, 
 
 
 
 Veil'd in the vast profoundity 
 
 And see my lass ayont the hill. 
 
 
 
 That stills, or wakes the inland sea 
 
 
 
 
 That bathes thy feet, Benlomond. 
 
 ®Jc mi%U^ ^iltanr®. 
 
 
 
 ^1^ Um ajSTOt t^2 6flL 
 
 [William Finlay of Paisley.] 
 
 
 
 [James Macdonald.— Here first Printed.] 
 
 Comb, brawny John Barleycorn, len' me your aid. 
 Though for such inspiration aft dearly I've paid. 
 
 
 
 Gab range the warld baith far an* near. 
 
 Come cram up my noddle, and help me to show. 
 
 
 
 Search ilka court an* gaudy ha'. 
 
 In true graphic colours, the mighty Munro. 
 
 
 
 Get titled dames wi' princely names. 
 
 
 
 
 I ken a lass wad ding them a'. 
 
 ! could ye but hear hun his stories rehearse, 
 Whilk the like was ne'er heard o', in prose or iii 
 
 
 
 Bring a' the walth Peru can gi'e. 
 
 verse. 
 
 
 
 Or e'en Golconda's mines can shaw. 
 
 Ye wad laugh tiU the sweat doon your haifets did 
 
 
 
 Rake up auld ocean's hoarded gear. 
 
 flow. 
 
 
 
 I ken a lass that's worth it a'. { 
 
 
 
 
 
M2 
 
 WithMMrfa 
 
 Tt wMl think thiu tiM vnm tnaalBMto J«ff, 
 WUik fftMiMoo tte tabte, malrteklitijr doth slow 
 At tiM wild witeUof MaclM o^ mlgkly Mnro. 
 
 INmIi i» MIHih miiiiw ■ 
 
 BmIi cBBtriB' «B floddki, aad aadSlac la ^im 
 
 Obold aa^ b* dkpl^rd b«t bgr mliklir V anow 
 
 OrMt Oolteh o* Oath, who CUM OTrt sad ddM. 
 With the Mg •wriUac words o* vafai glei7 aad prtdi^ 
 Tha farav* MiniM «r laaal, M an of I* kaow, 
 Wm a dwarf looUns bodlii Miapaiad wl* Maarow 
 
 dad 8ainp«on, that hero, wherfew a«a •■ w w* 
 Wl* aarthiac but Just th* jaw haaa o* aa a«: 
 And draw down a hoaaa oa MniMf aad tha IM^ 
 Wm a pair fcaMaa awalm* oompaiad wl' Maatoi. 
 
 Tha ehhaboaa kalfht of la 1 
 
 AadBuoaMa] 
 
 Thair asploiti ha?a aaloolabad tha wari, bat lo • 
 
 Both tha Pan and tha Bar oo ma t bow tbMaam. 
 
 Bat a tT^lM if hlsBMrtt aaa wotdiiaaa la^ai^ 
 HIa anws ara aO of tha haaA aot tha haafti 
 Thoa«h hk tongao doth a mtia laa «rtppti«tr fa^ 
 Tat a gaid flhtal aft bottom, b MUhlr MnM. 
 
 aWliiBtlattahafa, 
 Whaa aoaa Ma dan «• tha da« ihaD Ntara, 
 Aad Ibr aiM to oeoM a brisht halo wa thmw 
 O^v thanoaldatlac NBMlaa of tha mlshly Maaraw 
 
 WbvL to 5(i)f ti)at Wh me. 
 
 rWarrrair by Beam to Ua ttiwaaHla laaa i 
 "Matac.** Tha harolaa of this ooi« h ai 
 teowa.1 
 
 O WRA la the that lo'tana. 
 
 And haa my heart a*lcaeplat' 
 O awvet le ahe that lo^ me, 
 Aa dewa o* afaamar waapmgf 
 la taara the r em b ad rti^ ilm t . 
 O thafa tha hMrta of aqr kmrt, 
 
 MyfcMilacfardaarari 
 O thara tha q^mea of a 
 
 Othat^Htau 
 
 Ifevoiyethorklroao 
 
 O lhaft% tha hMla •• my heart. 
 
 My lamia omrdmnrt 
 O that^i the qaraa o* woamaWa 
 
 Aad aa-ar a aaa to peer hm. 
 
 ntvaa irOwi f^M, "Oa wT tha Ihvtaa,* 
 V, -AhrtdMBMria.alhrtBO.* TMtMdfte 
 dhmaaai^by Kma M*OBaan ftama IMIaMkmw 
 m bl ib idbyh imia MW^ la Htf il «*Tho Maa^ 
 
 Orrathaawalaaaritala 
 
 *Me«tmyillm«onNPak 
 QHo tha poMift. aaBn apaah^ 
 
 Hlibi^htmm yffwaa t 
 
 TbthoooMorChOI, 
 
 Oft 
 
 Tboi myoM; t ^Maoi oho, 
 
 ■adawthomdhma 
 orthahmlhmtomo. 
 
1 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. J 33 
 
 
 There health, rosy virgin, ^ " The maidens here are fair and free. 
 
 
 
 For ever doth dwell; 
 
 And sweet our heather braes do bloom ;" 
 
 
 
 There love fondest whispers 
 
 Yet sadly, sweetly still sung he— 
 
 
 
 To beauty his tale; 
 
 " Oh ! this is not my native home." 
 
 
 
 There— freedom's own darling! 
 
 
 
 
 The Gael, lives free,— 
 
 " balmy is the breath of mom. 
 
 
 
 Then, oh ! give the hills 
 
 And bright the sun's declining ray. 
 
 
 
 Of the heather to n>e. 
 
 Sweet is the sound of mountain bum. 
 And light the skylark's varied lay ; 
 
 
 
 
 Gay are the lambkins on the lea. 
 
 
 
 %t^^u. 
 
 Yet sadly, sweetly still sung he— 
 
 
 
 " Oh ! this is not my native home." 
 
 
 
 [This exquisite little song was among the last 
 
 . 
 
 
 
 Burns ever wrote. It was composed in honour 
 
 ■ 
 
 
 
 of Jessie Lewars (now Mrs. Thomson of Dum- 
 
 
 
 
 fries,) the sister of a brother exciseman of the 
 
 
 
 
 poet's, and one who has endeared her name to 
 
 €&kEaiCHig. 
 
 
 
 posterity by the affectionate solicitude with which 
 
 
 
 she tended Bums during his last illness.] 
 
 [Evan M'Coi.1..— Tune, " Gradh geal mo chri."] 
 
 
 
 Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear- 
 
 
 
 
 Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ; [meet. 
 
 WHY do I love thee, Glenaray, why ? 
 
 
 
 Thou art sweet as the smile when kind lovers 
 
 'Tis not for thy plains or thy woods waving high. 
 
 
 
 And soft as their parting tear, Jessie! 
 
 Thy flowers wildly blooming, or brown heather 
 brafts. 
 
 
 
 
 Glenaray, Glenaray, I care not for these. 
 
 
 
 Although even hope is denied— 
 
 
 
 
 'Tis sweeter for thee despairing 
 
 I love thee,— but not for thy echoing hills. 
 
 
 
 Than aught in the world beside, Jessie ! 
 
 I court thee,— but not for thy crystalline rills ; 
 I haunt thee,— but not for thy fountains so clear. 
 
 
 
 I mourn through the gay gaudy day. 
 
 And the chase on thy mountains allures me not 
 
 
 
 As hopeless I muse on thy charms; 
 
 here. 
 
 
 
 But welcome the dream 0' sweet slumber. 
 
 
 
 
 For then I am lock'd in thy arms, Jessie ! 
 
 Oh no! for unheeded the roe now skips by. 
 
 The wild foaming cascade is nought in mine eye ; 
 
 
 
 I guess by the dear angel smile. 
 
 Sweet glen ! what then makes thee an Eden to 
 
 
 
 I guess by the love-rolling e'e; 
 
 tne? 
 
 
 
 But why urge the tender confession. 
 
 'Tis the lass with the bright and the blue rolling 
 
 
 
 'Gainst fortune's fell cruel decree, Jessie ! 
 
 e'e. 
 
 Yes, maid of my love 1 as a bee that has found 
 Some sweet-laden bloom, as it wanders around. 
 
 
 
 'Eit ^"^^^nh W>^^, 
 
 Retums and returns oft to feast on his prize. 
 Even so my heart moves to drink love from thhje 
 
 
 
 [Evan M'Coli,.— Tune, " Ye banks an' braes 0' 
 
 eyes. 
 
 
 
 bonnie Doon."J 
 
 False friendship may flatter, coy fortune may 
 smile. 
 
 
 
 The shepherd boy was far away,— 
 
 And hope's dazzling meteor shine soon to beguile; 
 
 
 
 His heart was heavy, and his song 
 
 Away with such shadows ! there's nothing to me 
 
 
 
 Was often pour'd at close of day. 
 
 Like the lass with the bright and the blue roll- 
 
 
 
 While cheer'd him thus the rustic throng:— i 
 
 ^ ing e'e. 
 
 
 
 
 
184 
 
 Sotoif til tit t)int o' tulm. 
 
 CWmttsm bj Hvam AjomLO, a iiattT* of Ite 
 pwMi «r IMU7, Ajnktfa^ tad fbr mm ttoM » 
 aspTlBCfltek tB tto B«gMOT Hoot*, Idiataiilk 
 Mr. Atadle «M Aftcnraidi TCildnft IB UM Ualtcd 
 8M« of AaMrtei, 10 wkifll|,«lik fek teiBUf, to 
 MdcnMdlBim. B«liMUMror»MMllT«lH 
 ttOad *• ▲ Pngrtmac* to Iks I«ad of BnBi.<-] 
 
 It*! dowtt In tlM hint o- taaim. 
 At tht wn'-sanff o" Um avraUow, 
 
 liittob,lli4owtari»toM 4 
 Tlw wm'^fug o' hv tht hMfft gup «t*, 
 Th* AmA wt «■ • ridnln' M, 
 ThiU darkna tlM wMfte «mM OB Um. 
 
 Then WM mldtto lovt otwwa « !••— 
 Oh, twn eooM no^ bo tedori 
 
 Bot thi mqr o^ Bmv^ii obuM o* hM— 
 
 irt oootet, thoBfh, to wwrt* BMti, 
 That tte mnt o" tUb «MMli «Mi n 
 
 JoithM 
 Andthtfl 
 
 Bat tho iMt leok 0^ that tovtty 0% 
 And tko dytaf «itp ibo !•% to aMb 
 Wwyw wttlid llh» HMttlU o 
 Oh,Xafyl that I ««rB wf thMu 
 
 On M' tf^e tartan. 
 
 plooa An«UB.] 
 
 ClAir y io^, tnjr dotf laaK 
 
 Th« hak wild and ftoo^ 
 Whar At— C o^ tiM ihiphwd 
 
 Oana'itagwI'glM^ 
 OrthoMwpvodvflm. 
 
 WhMthawUdMoi 
 Umb on iH* the tartan 
 
 AaA^totaifMol 
 
 Chayok^tkak 
 
 Thataa^warhiflli? 
 
 Aai^MaatMot 
 Chn ]« W% «k» ham, iMrfa. 
 
 OrthahOBirfapa 
 
 iManthfUiiMi? 
 
 ElMoa«rtho«H«M, 
 
 AadOrbtaaiUaf 
 
 iKj ^I^trp I ntglntet). 
 
 IIb UM irat vahHM of T^r^ "Ciarw," U 
 hamh, 17«, hi Had^cmmlea, aiii olwirtM 
 flMr MO to tiM «BM or Ml oM air, ooBmI . 
 Jlpimt, imtrU, which,' with old wovdi. May 
 
 Ok, wliU had aqryoath wttb anbHIaa to do? 
 WhrWIIAanprta? Why taoht I My vow ? 
 Oh,glwm<B<y<MO|>,aw1iwjrrfiwy hnohttnw^ 
 ▲adniwaadMAMBlooti 
 
1 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 135 
 
 
 Through regions remote in vain do 1 rove. 
 
 J And now she heard the massy gates 
 
 
 
 And bid the wide ocean secure me from love ! 
 
 Harsh on their hinges turning ; 
 
 
 
 Oh, fool ! to imagine that aught could subdue 
 
 And now through all the castle heard 
 
 
 
 A love so well-founded, a passion so true ! 
 
 The woeful voice of mourning. 
 
 
 
 Oh, what, &c. 
 
 Aghast, she started from her bed. 
 
 
 
 Alas ! 'tis too late at thy fete to repine ; 
 
 The fatal tidings dreading; 
 
 
 
 Poor shepherd, Amynta can never be thine: 
 
 "0 speak," she cried, "my father's slain 5 
 
 
 
 Thy tears are all fruitless, thy wishes are vain, 
 
 I see, I see him bleeding !"— 
 
 
 
 The moments neglected return not again. 
 
 "A pale corpse on the sullen shore. 
 
 
 
 Oh, what, &c. 
 
 At mom, fair maid, I left him ; 
 Even at the threshhold of his gate. 
 
 
 
 
 The foe of life bereft him. 
 
 
 
 (^CikMl <^ar^raer« 
 
 "Bold, in the battle's front, he fell. 
 With many a wound deformed ; 
 
 
 
 [This is another production of Sir Gilbert 
 
 A braver knight, nor better man. 
 
 
 
 Elliot's, written in memory of Colonel James 
 
 This fair isle ne'er adorned."— 
 
 
 
 Gardiner, who fell at the battle of Prestonpans, 
 
 While thus he spake, the grief-struck maid 
 
 
 
 in September, 1745. It may claim singularity as 
 
 A deadly swoon invaded ; 
 
 
 
 one of the few songs of the period not on the 
 
 Lost was the lustre of her eyes. 
 
 
 
 Jacobite side. The " Fanny fair," mentioned in 
 
 And all her beauty faded. 
 
 
 
 the first stanza, was a daughter of the Colonel's, 
 
 
 
 
 afterwards Mrs. Richmond Inglis, who died at 
 
 Sad was the sight, and sad the news. 
 
 
 
 Edinburgh in 1795. She was authoress of a poem 
 
 And sad was our complaining ; 
 
 
 
 called "Anna and Edgar, or Love and Ambition," 
 
 But, oh ! for thee, my native land. 
 
 
 
 published at Edinburgh in 1781, 4to. The poem 
 
 What woes are still remaining ! 
 
 
 
 of Colonel Gardiner is said to have been originally 
 
 But why complain ? the hero's soul 
 
 
 
 set to the tune of Barbara Allan, but it appears 
 
 Is high in heaven shining ; 
 
 
 
 in Johnson's Museum to an old tune called 
 
 May providence defend our isle 
 
 
 
 Sawnie's Pipe.] 
 
 From all our foes designing .' 
 
 
 
 'TwAs at the hour of dark midnight. 
 
 
 
 
 Before the first cock's crowing. 
 When westland winds shook Stirling's towers 
 
 M,n2 nu mg Jifaitt IkSit* 
 
 
 
 With hollow murmurs blowing; 
 
 [This beautiful and affecting song was the 
 
 
 
 When Fanny fail, all woe begone. 
 
 composition of the noble-minded daughter of Sir 
 
 
 
 Sad on her bed was lying. 
 
 Patrick Home, (afterwards created Earl of March- 
 
 
 
 And from the ruin'd towers she heard 
 
 mont,) and wife of George Baillie, Esq. of Jervis- 
 
 
 
 The boding screech-owl crying. 
 
 wood, in Lanarkshire. Lady Grizzel Baillik 
 was born at Redbraes castle in 1665 ; was married 
 
 
 
 " dismal night !" she said, and wept. 
 
 in 1692; and died at London in 1746. Her Me- 
 
 
 
 " night presaging sorrow. 
 
 moirs, by her eldest daughter. Lady Murray of 
 
 
 
 dismal night !" she said, and wept. 
 
 Stanhope, were published posthumously at Edin- 
 
 
 
 " But more I dread to-morrow. 
 
 burgh in 1822. The song appears in the Orpheus 
 
 
 
 For now the bloody hour draws nigh. 
 
 Caledonius, printed in 1725, and also in the fourth 
 
 
 
 Each host to Preston bending ; 
 
 volume of the Tea-Table Miscellany, printed some 
 
 
 
 At mom shall sons their fathers slay, 
 
 years later.] 
 
 
 
 With deadly hate contending. 
 
 There was anes a may, and she loo'd na men s 
 
 
 
 " Even in the visions of the night. 
 
 She biggit her bonnie bower doun i' yon glen; 
 
 
 
 I saw fell death wide sweeping ; 
 
 But now she cries Dool, and well-a-day ! 
 
 
 
 And all the matrons of the land. 
 
 Come doun the green gate, and come here away. 
 
 
 
 
 ^ But now she cries, &c. 
 
 
 
136 
 
 Mm'OWVtteMA. < * 
 
 Aad ««• M aay k«it lkk» I md dak 
 
 U* bid a «w lltty OH* loo^d M VM, 
 Bmmh I WM twiet as bofuni* M tlwi 
 8h» nia^ ndi a potiMT *t«rtzt hfan and hb moChOT, 
 That wen aa my haari lleht I wad daa. 
 flharata^,te. 
 
 Tba day It wa« Mt, and tha bctdal t» bat 
 Tba wifa took a dwam, and laj down to daa. 
 8ha nafai'd.aad aha gmaad, oat e'dolooraad pala, 
 nn ba fow^ ha aaw wad aaa ma acala. 
 flhaoMlB'd.te. 
 
 Ula kla waa te ana oTa hlfhar dafM^ 
 6ald. What bad ha to do wi* tha Uka or OM r 
 Albalt I waa boonla, I waa na fcr Johaalat 
 ▲ad wtra na my haart Ucht I w»d daa. 
 
 Thay mid I had nalthar aew Mr aal( 
 Nor drlbblaa o* driak rtm thniagh tha dai; 
 Nor pleklaa o* maal ftaM thraogh liw mill«%i 
 And wara na my haarft Haht I wad daab 
 VorplDklaa,te. 
 
 ma tttty riia waa balth wylla aad daa^ 
 Sha^iadmaaa I eam'ower thalaai 
 And than ah* nut in, and mada a load dia t 
 BaUava yoor ain aen an ya traw aa ma. 
 And than abe ran In, he 
 
 Hbbonnat stood ayafti' roandoBbbhrawi 
 Hia aald ana looii'd aya aa waal aa aonaa^ aaw} 
 Bat BOW ha lata *t waar ooy fsto It win htag. 
 And aaata hfanaalf dowla apoo tha aotB-Mag. 
 Bat now ha, *a. 
 
 And now ha gaaa daandite' aboot tha dyhaa. 
 And a' ba dow do la to bond tha tykaa : 
 Tba llva-tamg nteht ha na^ ateaka bia a^l 
 
 Tha ttva-kag Bleht, In. 
 
 Wara I yoong tor tbaa, as I hais bass, 
 Wa should ba% baan ipdiopin' down ob yoa 
 And Unkln* It on yon liUa-whlto laai 
 Andwowl glaIwarabatyo«i«fcrthaal 
 And llnUB* It, to. 
 
 ^f ^iXi%% of ^t Set. 
 
 [I» maal ibHuHbm llUta oaaa fapalar aaag is 
 meribadtoJahnnwiat— ihsraf thabagi^l al 
 DooflaB. Tha nal airthar, howavar, wm Jam 
 TArr, a wHtor to tha atgaal, and aaaa Ikw Jadfs 
 oTthaldlabarghpaaaaaavt. Mr-TMlteaarly 
 IUbwiotomaiVll<>tha»laBa^whlshBi>tois<hi 
 tbaparfedlaalsorihaday. BadladhiUlf. Tha 
 
 ah» of aMaad laaal^Saolkad tojote Iho BMUdb 
 
 m9% "thaalghtlivyadi^taa Wwbwh. bat 
 aaav from a tmat aad, la tha aaaaad plaea^ thara 
 
 «r tha Daa, or oa tha baaha of aay otharrivar la 
 Seelbwd.- Tha aathor Ml tha joallaa of thaaa 
 
 daiMlythabM 
 
 ■ssabhialag, 
 Aad awaaUy tha laaad flfmm mt^pmktktttm. 
 At tha fcot ar a task, wbara tha wiU-^mt mm 
 
 I aat myaaVdawn as tha baaka or tha Daa. 
 Tha aai« la aaac to tha Irtab air oT Lai^ato.] 
 
 ir,andaaa|ythab 
 
 laattoytoifdowaoathab 
 
 I vdaM thaaflbatlea and fcac 
 or Jamla, tha gloty and prida «r tha Daa. 
 
 mooralng, 
 TbqaaUthaprood i a b aia Ibr ^aBaat la ha i 
 Ind ah I tbaa*^ no bopa of hla apaady rstaralaf, 
 Ta waadari^afai on tha baaki or tba Daa. 
 
 Tha ktedaat and awaatmt oTaO tha lay MIowa, 
 Aad hft ma to atiay ■moagat tba oaaa lorad 
 
 Tha laaallaal maid oa tha banka of tba Daa. 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. ] 37 
 
 
 But time and my prayers may perhaps yet restore ^ .' it's no my ain niin 
 
 
 
 him. 
 
 That saddens aye my e'e 
 
 
 
 Blest peace may restore my dear shepherd to me; 
 
 But the love I left in Galloway, 
 
 
 
 And when he returns, with such care I'll watch 
 
 Wi' bonnie bairns three ; 
 
 
 
 o'er him. 
 
 My hamely hearth burnt bonnie. 
 
 
 
 He never shall leave the sweet banks of the Dee. 
 
 And smiled my fair Marie: 
 
 
 
 The Dee then shall flow, all its beauties displaying. 
 
 I've left my heart behind me. 
 
 
 
 The lambs on its banks shall again be seen playing. 
 
 In my ain countrie. 
 
 
 
 While I with my Jamie am carelessly straying, 
 
 
 
 
 And tasting again all the sweets of the Dee. 
 
 The bud comes back to summer. 
 And the blossom to the tree. 
 
 
 
 
 But I win back— oh, never. 
 
 
 
 |M^rr|p mag ti$ knl x^^. 
 
 To my ain countrie. 
 I'm leal to the high heaven. 
 Which will be leal to me; 
 
 
 
 [From Cromek's Remains of Nithadale and 
 
 And there I'll meet ye a' sune. 
 
 
 
 Galloway Song, London, 1810.] 
 
 Frae my ain countrie. 
 
 
 
 As I cam' doun the Cannogate, 
 
 
 
 
 The Cannogate, the Cannogate, 
 As I cam' doun the Cannogate, 
 
 Eidclaiibeic* 
 
 
 
 I heard a lassie sing, : 
 
 [Written by Allan Ramsay to the tune of 
 
 
 
 Merry may the keel rowe, 
 
 " Lochaber no more." It appears in the 2d vol. 
 
 
 
 The keel rowe, the keel rowe. 
 
 of the Tea Table Miscellany, and also with the 
 
 
 
 Merry may the keel rowe. 
 
 music in the Orpheus Caledonius, 1725. The air 
 
 
 
 The ship that my love's in, ! 
 
 at an earlier period is said to have oeen called 
 " King James's march to Ireland."] 
 
 
 
 My love has breath o' roses. 
 
 
 
 
 0' roses, o' roses. 
 
 Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean, 
 
 
 
 Wi' arms o' lily posies. 
 
 Where heartsomewi' her I ha'e mony aday been ; 
 
 
 
 To fauld a lassie in, 1 
 
 To Lochaber no more, to Lochaber no more. 
 
 
 
 Merry may, &c. 
 
 We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more. 
 These tears that I shed, they're a' for my dear, 
 
 
 
 My love he wears a bonnet. 
 
 And no for the dangers attending on weir ; 
 
 
 
 A bonnet, a bonnet. 
 
 Though borne on rough seas to a far bloody shore. 
 
 
 
 A snawy rose upon it. 
 
 Maybe to return to Lochaber no more ! 
 
 
 
 A dimple on his chin, ! 
 
 
 
 
 Merry may, &c 
 
 Though hurricanes rise, though rise every vdnd, 
 No tempest can equal the storm in my mind ; 
 
 
 
 
 Though loudest of thunders on louder waves roar. 
 
 
 
 JH[g uiu Csmiintrfe, 
 
 There's naething like leavin' my love on the shore. 
 To leave thee behind me my heart is sair pain'd ; 
 
 
 
 [Written by Allan Cunningham. A frag- 
 
 But by ease that's inglorious no fame can be gain'd •. 
 
 
 
 ment of this was contributed to Cromek's Remains 
 
 And beauty and love's the reward of the brave; 
 
 
 
 38 an old Jacobite production.] 
 
 And I maun deserve it before I can crave. 
 
 
 
 The sun rises bright in France, 
 
 Then glory, my Jeanie, maun plead my excuse ; 
 
 
 
 And fair sets he ; 
 
 Since honour commands me, how can I refuse ? 
 
 
 
 But he has tint the blythe bUnk he had 
 
 Without it, I ne'er can have merit for thee ; 
 
 
 
 In my ain countrie. 
 
 And losing thy favour I'd better not be. 
 
 
 
 ! gladness comes to many. 
 
 I gae then, my lass, to win honour and fame ; 
 
 
 
 But sorrow comes to me. 
 
 And if I should chance to come glorious hame. 
 
 
 
 As I look o'er the wide ocean 
 
 I'll bring a heart to thee ^vith love running o'er. 
 
 
 
 To my ain countrie. ^ 
 
 ■ And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
138 
 
 SKootng Song* 
 
 [WlIXtAH 
 
 Thb fprlng «oaMi bMk ts 1K0O Hm wrth, 
 
 Wi' a' A lovar*t ipMdt 
 Th« WM birds woo UmIt IovIb* naln 
 
 Aroond o«rv«ry bead. 
 But IT* DM tldll In lofw-enftt 
 
 Fur.tiUInMiwl'foo, 
 I iMver KMght • maldMil loifo, 
 
 I Mw triad to woOk 
 
 I'TO guod €B moBQr A WnMQT BMif 
 And tboofbt It twwt an* fldr. 
 
 Bat wl* tho Am tkf chBimitonM iM, 
 And Mvtr BWfo mo mnlr. 
 
 Bat mOaa nwaj* 7«v bOBsl* tea 
 I« tv«r tn mjr vtow. 
 
 Halfdaaiia'actoii 
 
 At hnoM, A-flaM, fonla a* my tknaot 
 
 I doat mj tiBM away t 
 I drMun o^ a' yoar ohanna by Blfhl, 
 
 And wonUp IkMi bgr day. 
 Bat wlMi thqr ghA mf lai^*«i^ 
 
 Aa th^r M« sladd«i>d now. 
 
 My bead thiM lyliv oo jrow lap* 
 
 Yoar band aMath aagr oIimIi, 
 Lore •toanda mjrboaoQi tkroogh aa' 
 
 But frt I oanaa tpMk. 
 My coward btart wl' 
 
 Wi'bUii,librimln'ftt'} 
 ButO! Ita fti'DMi man my 
 
 I baltMi powar to woo. 
 
 Tba •oiiinMr** upenlng bloom. 
 And, cuukl yua frown, I dmad it matr 
 
 Than he the aatuinn'i gloom. 
 My lifle hangs on that sweat swaet Bp, 
 
 On that ealm, sanny brow,— 
 And O! luy dead hangs on tbiam baith, 
 
 UnlaBB yoa ki mo woo. 
 
 That Imay brtftthr my ¥M7 Mri 
 
 laaala^lovte'vmr, 
 ▲ad a* tha whOa, te «MiP«« IMT. 
 
 Tonl IsBiB ma, lasa, to wmt 
 
 fiRjl aitt countdf . 
 
 rrvim.''Tha Briar Bi 
 Mlmri^ pisam am fema a m 
 ▲uBAVwm MaMumaA», wkM 
 
 amcli 
 
 laisa.] 
 
 Bmranyaa^alknM 
 
 lamgrataiaomrtris? 
 Am foar Uad kmrti av* Ite a 
 
 lamyalaaoaaMa? 
 Am ya aya aa Ai* ar flea, 
 
 *Maag tba hMMB aad Hm ■ 
 
 taOkaaatybataa'baa 
 
 O'myataaoaatrtal 
 
 Myateoooatrial 
 LattymaliaamraMn 
 
 Rnkmyalaaoontriil 
 May bar bsrma, dear to tfaoa— 
 The baald baarti aad tha fNo- 
 Be rvady aye to doe 
 
 For my ala eoantrial 
 
 Mayablsmla*llgbtfaar 
 
 In my ala eoantrie ! 
 Baitb tba great IbUt aad lbs mm 
 
 laatyalaooaalrial 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 139 
 
 
 On whatever sod I kneel, • 
 
 i Fortune, the jaud , for a' she had. 
 
 
 
 Heaven knows I ever feel 
 
 Doled me but feckless blanks ; 
 
 
 
 For the honour and the weal 
 
 But bless'd wi' thee, and love, and glee. 
 
 
 
 0' my ain countrie 1 
 
 I scorn her partial pranks. 
 As drumlie clouds o'er summer skies 
 
 
 
 
 Let anger's shadows fiit ! 
 There's days o' peace, and nights o' joy. 
 
 
 
 # %im 1 ^tu. 
 
 To pass between us yet ! 
 
 
 
 For I do swear to thee, my fair. 
 
 
 
 
 Till life's last pulse be o'er. 
 
 
 
 [Albx. Maclaogan.] 
 
 TUl light depart, my faithfu' heart 
 Shall love thee more and more ! 
 
 
 
 ! oiN I were the balmy sleep 
 
 
 
 
 That saftly seals young Phoebe's e'e. 
 
 Fair be thy fa' ! my Phoebe Graeme ! 
 
 
 
 When, soothed by slumbers warm and deep, 
 
 Enraptured now I see 
 The smile upon thy bonnie face. 
 
 
 
 Sic visions in her dreams wad be 
 
 
 
 As angels might be blythe to see. 
 
 Whilk wont to welcome me. 
 Grant me the bliss o' ae fond kiss. 
 
 
 
 Then I would ope my aching heart. 
 
 Ae kind forgi'ein' blink 
 
 
 
 My aching heart, that Phoebe fair 
 
 0' thy true love, and I will prove 
 
 
 
 Might see in every troubled part 
 Her own sweet image smihng there. 
 
 Far wiser than ye think! 
 
 
 
 Like sunshine on a cloud of care. 
 
 
 
 
 
 ®J)e ^^tu %nmH* 
 
 
 
 PJcelie ©icaiemf ♦ 
 
 [William Holmes.— Here first printed.] 
 
 
 
 [Alex. Maciaooan.] 
 
 My heart, alack » is sair opprest 
 For love o' lasses three ; 
 
 
 
 Arise, my faithfu' Phoebe Graeme 1 
 
 I kenna whilk o' them to choose, 
 
 
 
 I grieve to see ye sit 
 
 They're a' sae dear to me. 
 
 
 
 Sae laigh upon your creepy stool, 
 
 
 
 
 Insicadortyfit! 
 
 Young Peggy has a takin' gate. 
 
 
 
 A reamin' cog's a wilin' rogue; 
 
 She's nimble as the fawn; 
 
 
 
 But, by my vows sincere. 
 
 An' likes to play a merr>- prank. 
 
 
 
 Ilk smilin' cup, by mirth fill'd up. 
 
 While skipping o'er the lawn. 
 
 
 
 Was drained wi' friends lang dear. 
 
 To see her dancin' gowden locks. 
 
 
 
 Ye needna turn your tearfu' e'e 
 
 My heart loups licht wi' glee; 
 
 
 
 Sae aften on the clock; 
 
 An' when I pree her rosy lips, 
 
 
 
 I ken the short han' frae the lang 
 
 Care flees awa' frae me. 
 
 
 
 As weel as wiser folk. 
 
 
 
 
 Let hoary time, wi' bleth'rin' chime. 
 
 Wi' eager look upon a book. 
 
 
 
 Taunt on— nae wit has he ! 
 
 You'll aft see lady Ann, 
 
 
 
 Nae spell-spun hour— nae wilin' power. 
 
 Wi' jetty locks, an' Uly neck 
 
 
 
 Can win my heart frae thee. 
 
 Bent hke a stately swan; 
 
 
 
 Oh, weel ye ken, dear Phoebe Graeme ! 
 
 Amang the tales of olden time 
 
 
 
 Sin' we, 'maist bairns, wed. 
 
 She's sic a learned quean. 
 
 
 
 That, torn by poortith's iron teeth. 
 
 Ye maun tak' tent ere ye begin 
 
 
 
 My heart has aft times bled :— ^ 
 
 ■ To crack wi' her at e'en. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
140 
 
 And tlMN h fmtl* Maddte, 
 TolMBrhflrili«aa 
 
 KMbodjrbjrtotaU, 
 
 TIm wbMOOM aufi ab* 
 
 I wMiU* to mTwl'. 
 
 Hoo, oui y« fWM n* wfcllk a^ 
 
 In troth, I iHBMi «wi njari*- 
 Thagrl* »' M» dHtf to OM I 
 
 f^ilb 0' ^aUDonia. 
 
 rAi«SAirsK«Hr«m.— Atr, •• 
 Donald.'*— H«n flnt priatHl.] 
 
 O TBAM ha^ eooM, ■•* j 
 
 M J aadrat fHwds MO la tlM taiBk^ 
 ▲nda 
 On tba hilli or GMadMk. 
 
 I> Uto n tnto thnfn httilid not. 
 
 Or Mag nnsong, If no feft**» 
 
 On tte hUk or GkhdMite. 
 
 O* a* oar iKMH llMio^ Ml MM ttoo. 
 A' swop* awagr Bkt ■nnw laag fBMi 
 
 On tba htUi or Qatodonla. 
 
 Tho Ttofs banks ar* ban and blfh, 
 TIm •trcam riiu ama' an' moomfta* hf, 
 Llko aooM Md iMart malol gfntlta d^ 
 On tha hilk o^ Oakdontau 
 
 Tbo Mrda rit rfknt on tbo trati 
 Tht wild flown droop npoa tho ka, 
 ▲• ir tko kind thino Mt wl* OM 
 OntlMhillso'C 
 
 ^f W^iti al)fnt tie Soor. 
 
 ■■ O ImMIo vkMM ! tirilo a Mebt 
 
 Tho «n« MO tMak, !• BMdan ft 
 Bntgin Ihif iMrMi*aMik, 
 
 111 twr H «M a MMlll omI^ 
 Or «7t* tiM rartr iMk. 
 
 And M fer mo I ooidd hnio onpl 
 
 IntoarahhM^hola. 
 Tho mlthM lookt, M-flS how *o leoktl 
 
 An' flag m oojr oat to ha 
 AhlMahlottiMdeor. 
 
 Tbt doMO tadtBMB, thoach ho wm thtro, 
 
 Ao wwl nlflkt bMB la BaoM* 
 r^ by tho Art ht Itf •« hii plpo. 
 
 Bat tittria' la a eonrr Hood 
 
 Tho gawky rirtmlMr, 
 A wfntan aiohft fcr BO thif MkM 
 
 BM Hood ahint tho door. 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 141 
 
 ''How daur ye tak* sic freedoms here ?" 
 
 The bauld gudewife began, 
 \Vi' that a foursome yell gat up, 
 
 I to my heels an' ran ; 
 A besom whiskit by my lug. 
 
 An' dishclouts half a score. 
 Catch me again, though fidgin' fain. 
 
 At kissin' 'hint the door 
 
 There's meikle bliss, &c. 
 
 iiiciMie*^ ^t2:ect Wtzn. 
 
 [Thomas C. Latto.— Tune, " The Mistletoe 
 Bough."— Here first printed.] 
 
 YouNO lawyer Tom was the pride of the ball; 
 His waistcoat shone like a white-wash'd wall i 
 And though his retainers were small and few. 
 His credit seem'd good, for his coat was new. 
 The ladies all sigh'd, " Oh la! what a dear !" 
 And in truth he looked spruce as a bottle of beer. 
 0, the rogue with his bright boots aimed to be 
 A moving mirror of gallantry ! 
 
 O the Prince's street beau ! 
 
 O the Prince's street beau ! 
 
 At his lodgings arrived, "Ah dimmit,"heyawii'd, 
 
 " I fear it's all up, for my shirts are pavm'd, 
 
 A nd crucify me, if I know what to do. 
 
 To pay my last trousers, my hat, and surtout. 
 
 I've lived on a trotter a week, I am sure. 
 
 But of course 'twas my appetite getting * so poor.' 
 
 (hark in your ear) had mutton been cheap, 
 
 1 think in the time I had manag'd a — sheep '." 
 
 O the Prince's, &c. 
 
 Next morning, when combing his whiskers,he cried, 
 " I must vanish by twilight, but where shall I hide? 
 Snip thinks he is up to a trifle or so. 
 But I'm bless'd if I leave him a string to his beau !" 
 A way he flew, and his landlord look'd blue. 
 Three bailiffs are started, our friend to pursue. 
 And the tailor scream'd, " He promised to pay 
 The 'dentical hour that he cut away." 
 O the Prince's, &c. 
 
 They sought him that night, and they sought him 
 next day, [away; 
 
 And they sought him in vain when a week pass'd 
 In the Canongate, Cowgate, all over the town. 
 Old Cabbage sought wildly, the bhrd was flown, " 
 
 And years flew by, he was neatly done. 
 
 Yet the beau, though he managed his clutchets to 
 
 shun. 
 At times hove in sight, when each imp shouted, 
 
 " Beaus 
 Should never forget to pay their clo's I" 
 O the Prince's, &c. 
 
 At length a live bundle of rags was seen 
 In a field of barley near Juniper Green : 
 Can I credit my eyes ? 'twas our hero indeed, — 
 in running so fast, he had run to seed! 
 Sad, sad was his fate ! be wam'd, ye beaus. 
 And never forget to pay your " clo's !" 
 He had hired himself out at a penny a day. 
 As a bogle to frighten the crows away ! 
 O the Prince's street beau, 
 Tho &te of the Prince's street beau ! 
 
 1 fosE^ifrt alane. 
 
 ' Lucy's Flittin."— 
 
 [At,KX. Buchanan. — Air, 
 Here first printed.] 
 
 I wander'd alane at the break o' the momin' — 
 The dun clouds o' nicht were a' wearin' awa', — 
 The sun rose in glory, the grey hills adornin', 
 A' glintin' like gowd were their tappits o' snaw; 
 Adown by my side row'd the rock- bedded Kelvin, 
 While nature aroun' was beginnin' to green. 
 An' auld cottar bodies their yardies were delvin', 
 Kenin' thrift in the mom brocht pleasure at 
 
 I leant me against an auld mossy clad palin'. 
 An' noo an' then dichted a tear frae my e'e — 
 1 look'd on the bodies, an' envied their toilin' — 
 Though lowly their lot, they seem'd happy by 
 
 me. 
 I thocht on my riches, yet feckless the treasure, 
 I tried to forget, but the labour was vain ; 
 My wifie an' bairn were a' my life's pleasure, 
 An' they to the grave baith thegither had gane. 
 
 The thochts o' her love had awaken'd my sor- 
 
 The laugh o' my baimie cam' back on mine ears, 
 An' piercin' my heart wi' the force o' an arrqw. 
 It opened anew the saft channel C tears. 
 
143 
 
 •00Tn8B8OVO& 
 
 I srmt Ml' I Mblird, tin I IhoAt flk «a« taft* M, A 
 
 O WMTj th* dv waa, when tb«7 wen tete ftw 
 
 LwTin' UM lu»«, the iMt iMf <m tht tmt 
 ~ t tte oHdd look ^itaMn « 
 
 I'm WM-HM' tibsy A' look M wmAT M SMb 
 I waodor 0M aften, to btmk ndiadM^, 
 On Ok thfaic tkati Uefia% tho BMskB 1 M^ 
 Hoi WBlth to tbo «««y 1 Uk* p«M» to Hm low^. 
 8m bnidwM wl* grief, I BMm fH« tOI I te^ 
 
 ^dfecj^m IStff • 
 
 [WiLUAit Fn 
 
 Wmmtm trw, y« «m grw , giwi. 
 Watm irtaa$ Mawln' yonr Tninhii 
 
 WIU gmn Iwvot bMk to }onr ktnnckM bvtaf : 
 Biilq»tag,nkMl 
 MajOflownn'pMi, 
 
 BtodHB tTM, bof« bcoriwn tm, 
 Tbo watld to Ai* o* tranehwio! 
 
 Andlmatotflonldpnv 
 
 Tbnt,«t«tkodar, 
 JhuM at roar Mid mot I might 4w. 
 
 {WtujuuWi 
 
 WhMltklnkoattov 
 Thnft «alti mo, kifo, tat thM. 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 143 . 
 
 [John Mitchbi.1..— Here first printed.] 
 
 Whkk gowd'8 in the pocket there's mirth in the lia'. 
 
 And lightly the hours o'er our heads glide awa'. 
 
 The tongue tells its tales wi' tlie cantiest glee. 
 
 And the lips wear a smile that's near seen on — "poor me !' 
 
 But when in the pocket the fingers in vain 
 Attempt but ae coin o' our Queen's to obtain. 
 How dowie we sit wi' the tear in our e'e. 
 And sigh as we whisper in secret — " poor me !" 
 
 Our trade's gane awa' and my meal-pock is toom. 
 And muckle I fear I'll ne'er fiU't at the loom, 
 Sae I to a far distant kintra maun flee ; 
 For, O ! I am weary o' singing — " poor me 1" 
 
 I ance dream't that fortune had featber'd my nest, 
 But dreams are aye contrar', sae I maun just rest 
 On what poortith likes in my cauld hame to lea'. 
 With whom I aft sing in sad chorus—" poor me !" 
 
 My coat is thread bare, and my cheeks ha'e grown thin. 
 And drear is the path fate has doom'd me to rin. 
 The vera wee birds, as I pass them, agree 
 To sing but ae sang, and that sang is—" poor me !" 
 
 The flowers in their beauty will shed their perfiime 
 On a' that comes near them to gaze on their bloom, 
 But do what I will, frae my presence men flee. 
 They canna be fesh'd wi' the lilt o'— " poor mel" 
 
 [W. A. Foster.— Here first printed.] 
 
 Come listen now, ladies,— it winna be lang. 
 While I sing you a cannie Northumberland sang ; 
 It will tell you o' sports that have lang been my pride. 
 And the games we've been haddin' in bonnie Till sidej 
 There 's few keener o' them, — come tell me o' ane, — 
 For thrawing the hammer, or putting the stane. 
 
 The Cheviot bred lads may beat us for speed ; 
 
 And the prize for the jumping may gang to the Tweedj 
 
 The quoits to the town, and the race to the hill ; 
 
 But there's something we'll keep on the banks of the Till; 
 
 Two prizes there are, — I will yield them to nane — 
 
 The thrawing the hammer and putting the stane. 
 
144 Boomea sobos. 
 
 John Oola, wt' hk rifle, may beat as, I trow ; 
 
 Lrt thm MBM tao tht BMumiont •>« TwMd 10 tiw n^ 
 Won BBtah tkn fcr MBMhtog at AaU BmAm laUt 
 Ar, itn, look mad mo-a* thw nodiai ««• tatM, 
 Bj Uwawiaf tte kMBOMr aad mttliw tk* ilMMb 
 
 Eul, CrookhMB, aad FH4, hav* mnMiltAdigr, 
 
 Bat • bMd oTrnMnni kM that tetti^-aM anti 
 ▲ad 1 taO o' tiM lamM IB BV ate oMlkar «aagM I 
 «r« Bk* iport b«l MM agMi«,-iMllit w alaaa, 
 WhM tkmwiat tlw k— ww ■■# piittim Iko alaaa. 
 
 €it s^utif • 
 
 UMBAirMM Motiwiw >H to ■■* by Mr. IWakal, OtaagMV.] 
 RoasAB fcr tka tktalli i tk» ktsfo aMtthk tkMK 
 
 A^ffcrtka B aa w tei— rk^y-kaBt kow a 
 Tha atMiW kwatei, «mI faavd*4 ikMIt te aMi 
 
 Tli tka Baiw *a fMad «i«h pwli ki Mi «iK 
 WkM ka Aadova tkt HM wttk tko «tH» «rkh aOskt t 
 ~s Iba Bewar tkat laiagka at tka atorai as It U«ii«k 
 ■H» tba tiiim tki gwiaw it gratial 
 
 Boaad tka lvva4tl>M kMMO a^ Mr ate aalHa kwd- 
 On tba bonaaited brow, aa ika kOtoTtha bfaad- 
 On tka tea e* tba ibtaM. mid *a *airti «r tka Boa, 
 May tba tbktfa ba awB wb«a tha IkMb *Oidd bat 
 
 Hala kaarti «a ka^ yK to Uaai !■ Ma OMMi 
 Bold barpa w* bait |ot to aaaad Ma avptaaart 
 Bow tbaa eaa h Aida, wbaa ate ahMa as* aM flhav, 
 Aai tm many btaw aprotttiaf tka IktiHi art kaaa? 
 TbaabarrabfcrtbatbkUat tka baaaa Bae l Mil ' 
 Tba attTBTMn tbiatia «r BaetlMid Mr nal 
 A Of fbr tba flowcfi la yoar MdybsOt bvwan, 
 Tba atraof bMtdad. wwl gurdad tbklla Mr OMl 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 145 
 
 [This was an old song even in Ramsay's days, 
 us it was marked with a Z in the first volume of 
 his Miscellany. The title there given to it is 
 "For the love of Jean," which must have some 
 relation to another song to the same tune. 
 •' Jocky and Jenny," says Mr. Robert Chambers, 
 "were names which, for a long period previous 
 to the early part of the last century, acted as 
 general titles for every Scottish pair in humble 
 life. The male name, in particular, was then 
 invariably used by the English as appropriate to 
 the personified idea of a Scotsman — exactly as 
 Sandy is used at the present day."] 
 
 JocKY said to Jenny, Jenny wilt thou wed ? 
 Ne'er a fit, quo' Jenny, for my tocher-gude ; 
 For my tocher-gude, I winna marry thee. 
 E'en 's ye like, quo' Johnnie ; ye may let it be ! 
 
 I ha'e gowd and gear ; I ha'e land eneuch ; 
 I ha'e seven good owsen gangln' in a pleuch ; 
 Gangin' in a pleuch, and linkin' ower the lea: 
 And gin ye winna tak' me, I can let ye be. 
 
 I ha'e a gude ha' house, a bam, and a byre, 
 A stack afore the door; I'll mak' a rantin fire: 
 I'll mak* a rantin fire, and merry shall we be : 
 And, gin ye winna tak' me, I can let ye be.^ 
 
 Jenny said to Jocky, Gin ye winna tell, 
 Ye shall be the lad ; I'll be the lass mysell 
 Ye're a bonnie lad, and I'm a lassie free ; 
 Ye're welcomer to tak' me than to let me be. 
 
 OTitftin a mik of lE^Wiutgl). 
 
 [This is an improved version of an old song 
 supposed to have been written by Tom D'Urfey, 
 towards the close of the 17th century, and entitled 
 "'Twas within a furlong of Edinborough town." 
 The old air is to be found in Oswald's collection : 
 the air now in use is the composition of Mr. James 
 Hook, father of the late Theodore Hook. The 
 words here given are from the first volume of 
 Johnson's Museum, 1787.] 
 
 Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town^ 
 
 In the rosy time of the year ; 
 Sweet flowers bloom 'd, and the grass was down, 
 
 And each shepherd woo'd his dear. 
 
 Bonnie Jocky, blythe and gay, 
 Kiss'd sweet Jenny, making hay. 
 The lassie blush'd, and frowning, cried, "No, no 
 
 it will not do ; 
 I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle 
 too." 
 
 Jocky was a wag that never would wed. 
 Though long he had followed the lass : 
 Contented she earned and eat her brown bread. 
 And merrily turn'd up the grass. 
 Bonnie Jocky, blythe and free, 
 "Won her heart right merrily : 
 Yet still she blush'd, and frowning, cried, " No, 
 
 no, it will not do ; 
 I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle 
 too." 
 
 But when he vow'd he would make her his bride. 
 
 Though his flocks and herds were not few. 
 She gave him her hand, and a kiss beside. 
 And vow'd she'd for ever be true. 
 Bonnie Jocky, blythe and free. 
 Won her heart right merrily : 
 At church she no more frowning cried, " No, no, 
 
 it wiM not do ; 
 I connd*, cannot, wounot, wonnot, mannot buckle 
 too." 
 
 [The tune of " O'er the hills and far away" is a 
 very old Scottish melody. We find it mentioned 
 by Pepys in the days of Charles the Second. It is 
 also selected by Gay for one of his songs in the 
 Beggar's Opera, "Were I laid on Greenland's 
 coast." The song here given is, witJi the excep- 
 tion of the chorus, not proi^erly a Scottish pro- 
 duction, being rather a London imitation of 
 Scottish song, brought out about the beginning 
 of the last century, and published with the music 
 in the " Pills to Purge Melancholy," <2d edition, 
 1709) where it is called " Jocky's Lamentation." 
 Ramsay adopts the song in his Miscellany, with 
 some verbal alterations.] 
 
 JocKT met with Jenny fair, 
 A ft by the dawning of the day : 
 But Jocky now is full of care, 
 r Since Jenny staw his heart away. 
 
146 
 
 WUohfMpoarJoekjollMtaa, F»— • Hiili rfcinai K 1»— ^ 
 
 1lHt«iwh»loT«daflckl«Btad. Aad — ■yi»>l'Biiii H » flip. 
 
 ▲ad in orer tiM hnk I 
 Ofw the hillt and fkr away, 
 Ow th* kOto and ikr away, 
 Tha wtad haa Mawn my plaU away. 
 
 Vow Joeky WM a booah lad 
 
 Bat BOW, poor maal ha^ o^hi laaa «« 
 flbMt Jtmqr haa garl Um dMpalr. 
 Tottiif Joelqr waa a plpat^ aoa, 
 ▲ad Ml la lo«« wh« ha WW yooc t 
 Bat a' tha nwlagi that ht eooM play, 
 Wat o'ar th* hllK aad lu> away. 
 ▲adirso«llMhBlib**> 
 
 I aaw, iha aHantd aaa fli' oTgrnea, 
 WHh aoiklaloy nqr havt WW flll'd, 
 Thanaow.alail with aonvw kfll'd. 
 OhI waadMbirtaatoaaaatdr, 
 Twad pot aa Mid to oqr dflpiirt 
 laalMd of tiMt riw li eaUad. 
 
 ▲ad pat aa «ad to a* vgr !>«< 
 
 BaieOhlriMliMfi 
 
 Bat aha tHaaipha fai pvaad dMala, 
 ▲ad takai a plaaaava la av palB. 
 ▲^IM«nvlkihflkb*a. 
 
 Raid waa nqr hap to fh* la loiv 
 With ana that doca aM liUhlMi paofo; 
 Bard was Biy fliit to eoait a aaUd, 
 That haa my auaataat haart batiayM. 
 ▲ thomand ttaiaa to ma db* awon, 
 8ha wad ba ttaa te ofanoon : 
 Bat.tomyt*M;akkal lay. 
 (Bba ataw aiy haait aad taa away, 
 ▲ad Itl oW tha hUla, In. 
 
 flfaMa thai Aa wlU aaa phy taha, 
 I Btaaa gaa waadar ftw her mkt, 
 ▲ad, fai Ok wood aad gioacny giova. 
 
 in 
 
 ^IH^ cam »s pott {)eart. 
 
 [Wairraatgrl 
 to tha taaa of *■ aw tha UBi aad te awiv. " J 
 
 Bow aaa aqr poor haoit ba fiad. 
 
 Bow aaa 1 tha thoi^ht ftaaao» 
 
 Ba^ «a tha aav to Mai hit to I 
 
 ■tin a«y haul ia with m/ lowi 
 Vlfht^daMaaai 
 
 VishttydmuMaadl 
 
 • «p«a^iayl 
 
 • kyd«y. 
 
 ▲t Ito atartaai aiillaHlit hoiar, 
 
 Whaa alaf lato with booadlaa pewar. 
 
 «atkadoafelti«foar. 
 
 Btaaa— I w«apaad| 
 FW hia wwd ihara to awv 
 
 FMaa, thy olhra waad astaad. 
 
 FlUaqradlorawataM 
 d, fai Ok wood aad gioacny giova. jj To wy awaa lh<f itoii 
 
 alvhfauralBff.adiaalBlove! ^ My daar tad tton to a 
 

 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 147 
 
 
 '^utEteisiifee. ^ 
 
 i They charge a penny for ilka horse. 
 In troth she'll no be sheaper. 
 For nought but gaun upon the ground. 
 
 
 
 [TuNB, " Clout the Caudron."— This ludicrous 
 
 And they gi'e her a paper. 
 
 
 
 description of a Highlaudman's perplexities under 
 
 
 
 
 the laws against wearing the Highland garb, the 
 
 They take the horse then py te head. 
 
 
 
 innovations of Turnpike roads, &c., is said to have 
 
 And there they make him stand, man ; 
 
 
 
 been written by Douoald Graham, bellman in 
 
 She tell them she had seen the day 
 
 
 
 Glasgow, and author of a metrical account of the 
 
 They had nae sic command, man. 
 
 
 
 Rebellion of '45. Dougald was bom about the 
 
 
 
 
 year 1724, and died in 1779. A memoir of him 
 
 Nae doubt nainsell maun draw her purse; 
 
 
 
 will be found in Chambers's Scottish Biographical 
 
 And pay him what him like, man; 
 
 
 
 Dictionary.] 
 
 She'll see a shudgement on his toor. 
 That filthy turnimspike, man. 
 
 
 
 Herseli, pe Highland shentleman. 
 
 
 
 
 Pe auld as Pothwell Prig, man ; 
 
 But she'll awa' to ta Highland hills. 
 
 
 
 And many alterations seen 
 
 Where deil a ane dare turn her, 
 
 
 
 Amang te Lawland Whig, man. 
 
 And no come near te turnunspike. 
 
 
 
 Fa a dra, diddle diddle dee, &c. 
 
 Unless it pe to pum her. 
 
 
 
 First when she to te Lawlands came 
 
 
 
 
 Nainsell was driving cows, man. 
 
 
 
 
 There was nae laws about him's nerse. 
 
 
 
 
 About te preeks or trews, man. 
 
 ®Ji? ^nU i^igPainMan. 
 
 
 
 jNainseU did wear te phUabeg, 
 
 
 
 
 Te plaid prick'd on her shouder ; 
 
 [Jambs Hooo.— Tune, " Killiecrankie."] 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Her pistol sharged with powder. 
 
 Hersell pe auchty years and twa, 
 Te twenty-tird o' May, man ; 
 
 
 
 But for whereas these cursed preeks. 
 
 She twell amang the Heelan hills. 
 
 
 
 Wherewith her legs pe lockit; 
 
 Ayont the reefer Spey, man. 
 
 
 
 Ohon that ere she saw the day ! 
 
 Tat year tey foucht the Sherra-muir, 
 
 
 
 For a' her houghs pe prokit. 
 
 She first peheld te licht, man ; 
 Tey shot my father in tat stoure— 
 
 
 
 Every thing in te Highlands now 
 
 A plaguit, vexin spite, man. 
 
 
 
 Pe turn'd to alteration ; 
 
 
 
 
 Te sodger dwall at our door cheek. 
 
 I've feucht in Scotland here at hame. 
 
 
 
 And tat pe great vexation. 
 
 In France and Shermanie, man ; 
 And cot tree tespurt pluddy oons, 
 
 
 
 Scotland pe turn'd a Ningland now. 
 
 Beyond te 'Lantic sea, man : 
 
 
 
 The laws pring in te caudger ; 
 
 But wae licht on te nasty cun. 
 
 
 
 NainseU wad dirk him for his deeds, 
 
 Tat ever she pe porn, man ; 
 
 
 
 But, oh ! she fears te sodger. 
 
 Phile koot klymore te tristle caird. 
 Her leaves pe never torn, man. 
 
 
 
 Anither law came after tat. 
 
 
 
 
 Me never saw the like, man. 
 
 Ae tay I shot, and shot, and shot. 
 
 
 
 They mak' a lang road on te crund. 
 
 Phane'er it cam' my turn, man; 
 
 
 
 And ca' him Tumimspike, man , 
 
 Put a" te force tat I could gi'e, 
 Te powter wadna pum, man. 
 
 
 
 And wow she be a ponny road. 
 
 A filty loun cam' wi' his cun. 
 
 
 
 Like Loudon corn riggs, man. 
 
 Resolvt to too me harm, man ; 
 
 
 
 Where twa carts may gang on her. 
 
 And wi* te tirk upon her nose 
 
 
 
 And no preak ither's legs, man. 
 
 L» — __ 
 
 . Ke me a pluddy arm, man. 
 
 
 
148 
 
 Aad MIt kk McpMr tait, null 
 flu 4rtw my •wort, aod a* • MbI 
 
 B««rt aff to tetf «^ Mt. MM. 
 Bt vate to ton o^ a* ngr trtdai 
 
 MyooaapaMaa W ii H ii,— a, 
 Arno pa jte pMM aay kaak, 
 
 Tto a* Pite Mjr kaa, MM. 
 
 Ci I ■■ Bww T^iiab*T<ar«rilM»aadarthat.-] 
 
 Hatmil pa Matator flkoa IfHab^ 
 Ft aald'k ta te(y-t«« inaa. 
 
 ▲ad ^TM bt aa-d to prig, a 
 
 Ta toqr ton to wklt. ■«(■ I 
 Bat a* to tooB tkl^i rf» pa MM. 
 
 ■o»fto|Mll 
 
 OahaBlaAaaf kv 
 ▲a*»«^«loada 
 Pidr maa I IT II19 BMir |oa to 
 
 1kMMkMBtMika«a.a 
 
 n> Craad to BMito to to kM» 
 
 P«patoaltoairfd 
 
 ▲a* ifM *a« pa Mk-aoi, ■ 
 Tlapla«tom«aBVa< 
 
 Bar poal «aa troim-d, iMMl 0M t^M, 
 
 BImV aatod lU dytav 4^r» BiM, 
 Bo tett I ihaH pa A*.eod ao aota. 
 
 An* tna iha tara to wkUky 'nn, 
 P* piaw to «•• tn^ tnaa, aiaa t 
 
 P«i Augaf iha «ll pM aalMiV to. 
 Tat agra taak toaib aa% aaa. 
 
 rtop«pliiit*alk. 
 
 BhU woaiw «kar tqr a* foti^ooa 
 To top toir pM aP toMl, totoi t 
 
 Ik tril a ipaaa to a* to IwaM, 
 BBtaa|rMa«lii«.toaa. 
 
 ifca i taa w la — to M i l towi, toa» 
 
 FotoilaMarfr 
 OralMwkatferi 
 
 P* pet kw la to riMil, aMa. 
 Wkar iha wad toood Itar oiony a tajr. 
 
 M ■imati la «a to «aa yt Mra. 
 
 Ft Jav tha watm aat, iMa, 
 ▲ad aaAv da diy, ttai^hika wad 
 
 ▲• tiV lilto maaatola 9«rt, aiai 
 F» Mnapr fer «a toa to laaapa, 
 
 lite ipaaklH la a mw, Btoa : 
 ▲* ptaalla priglrt tir want or oO, 
 
 ▲ad tril a wtak ava, maa. 
 
 Ik OhMfow Mk ba aaee tA, 
 
 Ha*)* iMBafi wl* to tiO, Baa.~ 
 Wr An toy giaad to toit o* woo. 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. ] 49 
 
 
 Wi' fire tey spin, wi' fire tey weave, ^ 
 
 f She'll met Shony Grant her cosin's son. 
 
 
 
 Wi' fire do ilka turn, man. 
 
 An' Tuncan, an' Toukal, an' Tonal Cunn, 
 
 
 
 Na, some o' tem will eat ta fire. 
 
 An' twa three more— an' she had sio fun. 
 
 
 
 And no him's pelly pum, man. 
 
 But she'll tum't oot a saut aaut mornin'. 
 
 
 
 Wi' fire tey mak' ta coach pe rin. 
 
 Bae Shony Grant, a shUl she'U ha'e 
 
 
 
 Upon ta railman'8 raw, man. 
 
 0' ta fera cootest usquapae. 
 
 
 
 Nainsel will saw him teuk ta road. 
 
 An' she'll pochtet a shill, aye an' twa three mae. 
 
 
 
 An' teil a horse to traw, man ; 
 
 An' she'll trank till ta fera neist mornin'. 
 
 
 
 Anither coach to Paisley rin. 
 
 
 
 
 Tey'U call him Lauchie's motion. 
 
 She'll sat, an* she'U trank, an' she'll roar, an' she'U 
 
 
 
 But oich ! she was plawn a' to bits. 
 
 sang. 
 
 
 
 By rascal rogue M'Splosion. 
 
 An' aye for ta shiU ta peU she'U rang. 
 
 An' she'll maet sic a tin fat a man she'U prang. 
 
 
 
 Wi' fire tey mak' ta vessels rin 
 
 An' she'll say't— " Co home 'tis mornin'." 
 
 
 
 Upon ta river Clyde, man. 
 
 
 
 
 She saw't hersel, as sure's a gun. 
 
 Ta man she'll had on ta great pig coat. 
 
 
 
 As she stood on ta side, man : 
 
 An' in her han' a rung she'll cot. 
 
 
 
 But gin you'll no peUeve her word. 
 
 An' a pumin' cruzie, an' she'll say't you sot 
 
 
 
 Gang to ta Proomielaw, man. 
 
 She'U maun go to ta Offish tis mornin'. 
 
 
 
 You'll saw ta ship wi' twa miU-wheels, 
 
 
 
 
 Pe grund ta water sma', man. 
 
 She'U say't to ta man— " De an DiaouJ thm 
 duitse f" 
 
 
 
 Oich ! sic a town a« Glasgow town, 
 
 An' ta man she'U say't—" Pe quiet as ta mouse. 
 
 
 
 She never see pefore, man. 
 
 Or nelse o'er her nottle she'U come fu' crousc. 
 
 
 
 Ta houses tere pe mile and mair. 
 
 An' she'U put ta Offish in you in ta mornin ." 
 
 
 
 Wi' names "poon ilka toor, man. 
 
 
 
 
 An' in teir muckle windows tere, 
 
 Ta man she'U dunt on ta stane her stick. 
 
 
 
 She'll saw't, sure's teath, for sale, man. 
 
 An' fan she'U pe eheuk her rick-tick-tick. 
 
 
 
 Praw shentleman's pe want ta head. 
 
 An' fan she'U pe catchet her by ta neck. 
 
 
 
 An' leddies want ta tail, man. 
 
 An' trawn her to ta Offish in ta mornin'. 
 
 
 
 She wonders what ta peoples do. 
 
 Ta mornin' come she'U be procht before 
 
 
 
 Wi' a' ta praw things tere, man. 
 
 Ta gentleman's praw, an' her pones aU sore. 
 
 
 
 Gi'e her ta prose, ta kilt, an' hose. 
 
 An' ta shentleman's say't, " You tog, what for 
 
 
 
 For tem she wadna care, man. 
 
 You'U maet sic a tin in tis mornin'.'* 
 
 
 
 And aye gi'e her ta pickle sneesh. 
 
 
 
 
 And wee drap parley pree, man. 
 
 She'U teukit aflf her ponnet and she'U maet her a 
 
 
 
 For a' ta praws in Glasgow town. 
 
 poo. 
 
 
 
 She no gi'e a paw-prown-pee, man. 
 
 An' she'U say't, " Please her Grace she cot her sel* 
 
 foo. 
 But shust let her co and she'll never to 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Ta like no more in ta mornin'. 
 
 
 
 ®a #fei)» 
 
 But fan she'U ha'et to ta shentleman's praw 
 
 
 
 Ta Sheordie frae out 0' her sporan traw. 
 
 
 
 
 An' she'U roart out loot—" De an diaoul ahae gra t 
 
 
 
 [Alkx. Fishkr.— Air, " Johnny Cope."J 
 
 Oh hone ri 'tis mornin' !" 
 fan she'U pe sait ta shentlemans, " she'U no 
 
 
 
 Hkr nainsel' come frae ta hielan' hill. 
 
 
 
 
 To pionny town 0' Glascow till. 
 
 What fore she'U pe here like ta lallan prute. 
 
 
 
 But o' Glaacow she's koten her pelly fill, ^ 
 
 But she'U maet her cause either pad or coot. 
 
 
 
 Bhe'U no forget tis twa tree mornin'. < 
 
 y For she'U teuk you to ta law this mornin'.*' 
 
 
 
 
150 
 
 iOOTTUB 80V08. 
 
 I licetolHWMMMfyball, 
 
 Aa'rfMllMiidlMrlotk 
 Olah t *i «ldaft kBMT wteft to do a^ 
 
 Aa* kla* the WM Hfte to kot s«m'. 
 Turn oot o' to oflUi to to OMRito'. 
 
 Oh i tot alM war to to BMaat paek, 
 Wluv tm'mr to |wllS«H toft to craak, 
 Aa* wfaaia alM wad foMtn to •orro' a ptosk, 
 Fra* B'Mi «* ter ipofaB to to aaavBtai*. 
 
 Aa tot thoa was tiMra k« «MteM ton, 
 Aa' Taaoaa, aa' Tookal, aad Toaal Oaaa, 
 
 [AiA. Boaaaa. Air * Tufcanf Cbpt^'^ 
 
 «ta% 
 
 Dot rfMH rit pgr to frMUc* IMT baftrfti to daw , 
 Aa'iwMnlehCTaluuika,tUl the]r>t nd ai to baw, 
 
 Aa' a' fti' o' mtriM Oka momto*. 
 Bat her nalnad' at laM to to Lalaaa can* dooa, 
 Aa* will got her a piaeo inaag to adUr 01— chow 
 
 toon; 
 WliarclM^ BOO pruah-to>poot, aa' pv poltah-ta> 
 
 Aa' po riMatkBoaal flankto la to nomla*. 
 
 Bat at la«t Am will tarn vary ftell o* to pvoad. 
 An' the'll bold ap bar baada, aa' aball apoka vaqr 
 
 kNid, 
 An' ■ba'Q look wl'dladatata •poB to low tirtjr etowd. 
 Tat will bint *poat to doon ilka nMcnin*. 
 
 It pt Av toe azpnat wr to laaria to go { 
 
 Tat ika han ^WHC tft piMa d» woa para to. 
 Tkaato totowaafy''laMiMi, whawftatodid 
 
 yo-Htoto'. 
 Tat yoaH aet gha to iMrfa todaMaaB*todaaa?* 
 Bat tola a' f 1 1 1 <i ■iiiili, aaaty mm *wt to 
 
 Thagr wad apaWa al banpanaa aaa toaaarato*. 
 
 Boa, ih«^ ttaolMte'ifaall jat tora a pmw waitor^ 
 
 WhaaAawavtotaapanpaa'padiaMVHywcOi 
 Aa'pjrShaoiflat aaariMV atop^ atoVpanaMar 
 
 laapltotf'a'tl 
 
 Wkaa akail M^ ap to rffB a^ tha ** OoMaa Oeai 
 
 Aa* win alt to kto pMtoar bar avdtoi to gTa 
 Ta bar wiym aa* hv baato to to narato* I 
 
 ) HIaTagri 
 
 «ka1l bal^ a alraagar. aba*n bMk W7 aby-Uka ! 
 SMmaawaalaeqaalatwl yoar Wgb klatoa dla- 
 
 Balboagbl aaaarbaad.ibainetplwi^orflaplli 
 »a aeaato taa to bewa at tha tl 0^ Olndea. 
 
 Bat bar kilt aba'U i 
 
 Aa' riM'D laani to to lB4f to aerap aa' to pow, air, 
 
 A n' ■ay to to ibintlwnaai, Bow did yaa*n do, air > 
 
 Aa'l * " ' 
 
1 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. ]51 
 
 
 An' when she'll pe spoket ta laigh kintra jabber, i 
 
 f With Delia's breath my joy expired. 
 
 
 
 She'll gi'e hersel' out for ta laird o' Lochaber, 
 
 'Twas Delia's smiles my fancy fired ; 
 
 
 
 Shust come for amusements to turn habberdaber. 
 
 Like that poor bird I pine, and prove 
 
 
 
 For tat will pe prawer tan herding ta cow. 
 
 Nought can supply the place of love. 
 
 
 
 She'll got a big shop, an' she'll tura'd a big dealer ; 
 
 Dark as his feathers was the fate. 
 
 
 
 She was caution hersel', for they'll no sought no 
 
 That robb'd him of his darling mate ; 
 
 
 
 bailer. 
 
 Dimm'd is the lustre of his eye. 
 
 
 
 But Tugal M'Tagger hersel' mak's a failure,— 
 
 That wont to gaze the sun-bright sky. 
 
 
 
 They'll call her a bankrumpt, a trade she'll not 
 
 To him is now for ever lost. 
 
 
 
 knew. 
 
 The heartfelt bliss he once could boast ; 
 Thy sorrows, hapless bird, display. 
 
 
 
 They'll called a great meeting, she'll look very 
 
 An image of my soul's dismay. 
 
 
 
 quate now. 
 
 
 
 
 She'll fain win awa', but they'll tell her to wait now; 
 
 
 
 
 They'll spoket a lang time, 'pout a great estate now; 
 
 
 
 
 She'll thocht that they'U thocht her the laird o' 
 Glendoo. 
 
 JMarg'^ l)wam» 
 
 
 
 They'll wrote a lang while about a trust deeder. 
 
 [The author of this beautiful poem was John 
 
 
 
 She'll no write a word, for hersel' couldna read her. 
 
 Lowe, a son of the gardener at Kenmure castle 
 
 
 
 They'll sought compongzition, hough, hough. 
 
 in Galloway^ Having studied for the church, he 
 was employed as tutor by Jlr. Macghie at Airds, 
 
 
 
 never heed her,— 
 
 
 
 There's no sic a word 'mang the hills o' Glendoo. 
 
 an estate near the confluence of the Dee and the 
 Ken. While residing there, about the year 1772, 
 
 
 
 But had she her durk, hersel' would devour them. 
 
 a gentleman named Alexander Miller, the lover 
 
 
 
 They'll put her in jail when she'll stood there 
 
 of Miss Marj- Macghie, was drowned at sea— and 
 
 
 
 before them ; 
 
 this gave occasion to the song which preserves 
 
 
 
 But faith she'll got out on a hashimanorum ; 
 
 Lowe's name. Lowe's life was unfortunate. He 
 
 
 
 And now she's as free as the win's on Glendoo. 
 
 died in America towards the close of the last cen- 
 tury.] 
 
 The moon had cUmb'd the highest hill, 
 Which rises o'er the source of Dee, 
 
 
 
 ^|n? Wluk lEagk* 
 
 And from the eastern summit shed 
 
 Her silver light on tower and tree ; 
 When Mary laid her down to sleep. 
 
 
 
 [Written by Dr. Fordyck, and published in 
 
 Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea ; 
 
 
 
 Johnson's Museum. Dr. Fordyce perished at sea 
 
 When soft and low, a voice was heard. 
 
 
 
 in the year 1755.] 
 
 Saying, " Mary, weep no more for me !" 
 
 
 
 Hark ! yonder eagle lonely wails. 
 
 She from her pillow gently raised 
 
 
 
 His faithful bosom grief assails ; 
 
 Her head, to ask who there might be. 
 
 
 
 Last night I heard him in my dream. 
 
 And saw young Sandy shivering stand. 
 
 
 
 When death and woe were all the theme. 
 
 With visage pale, and hollow e'e. 
 
 
 
 Like that poor bird I make my moan. 
 
 " Mary dear, cold is my clay ; 
 
 
 
 1 grieve for dearest Delia gone ; 
 
 It lies beneath a stormy sea. 
 
 
 
 With him to gloomy rocks I fly. 
 
 Far, far from thee, I sleep in death. 
 
 
 
 He mourns for love and so do 1. 
 
 So, Mary, weep no more for me 1 
 
 
 
 •Twaa mighty love that tamed his breast, 
 
 Three stormy nights and stormy days. 
 
 
 
 •Tis tender grief that breaks hia rest ; 
 
 We tossed upon the raging main ; 
 
 
 
 He droops his wings, he hangs his head. 
 
 And long we strove our bark to save. 
 
 
 
 Since she he fondly loved was dead. • 
 
 ^ But all our striving was in vain. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
152 
 
 ■ooTTiBu soicoa 
 
 Thailannii 
 8o,M«7. 
 
 ,whnlMtfOT«kIIMB7Moed, A Ob li« |wr ckMk to hIb^ Wl 
 
 twwOlbdwtthloMfvlbM: f Tov lMa< m «y MmI4m 
 
 iipMt,uMlIatf«tt; Oh agr ftH Iktek M ma, Wm 
 
 f.wwpnomanrorBM! WIm Iam<Md«iifu»! 
 
 We noQ tlMdl nwat opoa thai Aon, 
 Whv* lo*« Is ikw ftnoi do«bi and owe. 
 
 No awM «r flta47 «»M dw Mb 
 
 " 8wwt lUiy, wMp DO man tar i 
 
 tri^e filing ^lainK. 
 
 [WiLUAH FAkcwsa, aatlnr of "Tka fl 
 
 Tub* 
 
 Art di«rtf to an Iho pM» or Maf I 
 Tho Mf4» oa o««fy ip««]r>b0*> 
 Ton 
 
 Bovokl 
 VoriVVtaf aor 
 AJllOM^tetho 
 loMvadty ' 
 
 Oioftailooo! ask 
 
 ayrgiWMMika^ 
 Bat IM aa «■« «paa jri 
 
 Voakanigaataqr 
 UtiMiltoaiovlM 
 
 ▲ad' - ■ 
 
 lavwihali 
 
 r^rfttta'aa yi 
 FartlHlM«« 
 ApalrliaiHtiiilM 
 
 >,|«taa»«lfc. 
 
 OrtowBkanAiiHil 
 
 OeooMlaadto 
 Tho MwaraifB baka of lo«o laiiaft t 
 IV pnMM* iMttagjoy aten Mag, 
 ▲ad gifo tlM 9«ar Hwaal aprtaf. 
 
 iVlS jbtil) i]» Utte to tmD. 
 
 [William Morasawsu^ — Thfa 
 aarpoam Um hisim author^ " J«anla 
 
 Mt held to IOm to rrod. WlUia. 
 
 My hmrt it Uka to hnmk— 
 I'm wfarin' off nay feet, WUli*. 
 
 I'm djrta' for yoiur aka i 
 
 BMahimiMitftalva, 
 AaddMa«artd^*ai 
 
 Hat tmnaaa kafltai* o«w 
 ▲adkaMi'oaari. 
 
 Wkf «H»9*a«fcr« 
 
 ▲ad ilik at' a* I na- 
 
 laaaaalHaMlte^lHN 
 
 OrkoailalMahlba. 
 
 ▲ Moaa 
 
 ▲ mil 
 
 Ok! ha< 
 
 nth 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. |53 
 
 
 Anither, and anither yet I— ^ Spring on the inountains laughs the while. 
 
 
 
 How fiist my life-strings break ! 
 
 Thy green woods wave in vernal air ; 
 
 
 
 Fareweel ! fareweel ! through yon kirk -yard 
 
 But the loved scenes may vainly smile- 
 
 
 
 Step lichtly for my sake ! 
 
 Not e'en thy dust is there. 
 
 
 
 The lavrock in the lift, Willie, 
 
 On thy blue hills no bugle sound 
 
 
 
 That lilts far ower our held. 
 
 Is mixing with the torrent's roar; 
 
 
 
 Will sing the morn as merrilie 
 
 Uumark'd the red deer sport around— 
 
 
 
 Abune the clay-cauld deid ; 
 
 Thou lead'st the chase no more. 
 
 
 
 And this green turf we're sittin' on. 
 
 Thy gates are closed, thy halls are stiU- 
 
 
 
 Wi' dew-draps shimmerin' sheen. 
 
 Those halls where s^vell'd the coral strain ; 
 
 
 
 Will hap the heart that luvit thee 
 
 They hear the wild winds murmuring shrill. 
 
 
 
 As warld has seldom seen. 
 
 And all is hush'd again. 
 
 
 
 But oh ! remember me, Willie, 
 
 Thy bard his pealing harp has broke— 
 
 
 
 On land where'er ye be — 
 
 His fire, his joy of song, is past! 
 
 
 
 And oh ! think on the leal, leal heart, 
 
 One lay to moum thy fkte he woke. 
 
 
 
 That ne'er luvit ane but thee ! 
 
 His saddest, and his last. 
 
 
 
 And oh ! think on the cauld, cauld mools. 
 
 No other theme to him is dear 
 
 
 
 That file my yellow hair- 
 
 Than lofty deeds of thine: 
 
 
 
 That kiss the cheek, and kiss the chin, 
 
 Hush'd be the strain thou canst not hear. 
 
 
 
 Ye never sail kiss mair ! 
 
 Last of a mighty line. 
 
 
 
 
 (^aIIum=s-<SkE. 
 
 
 
 mu%t nf a itigftlaw^ <^Ud. 
 
 [Jamhs Hogg.— Air, "Malcohn of the Glen."J 
 Was ever old warrior of suffering so weary ? 
 
 
 
 [Set to music by E. A. Smith.] 
 
 Was ever the wild beast so bayed in his den ? 
 The Southron blood hounds lie in kennels so neai 
 
 
 
 Hos of the mighty and the free. 
 
 That death would be freedom to Callufti-a-Glen. 
 
 
 
 Loved leader of the faithful brave. 
 
 
 
 Was it for high-rank'd chief like thee 
 
 My chief they have slain, and of stay have bereft me. 
 
 
 
 To fill a nameless grave ? 
 
 My sons are all slain and my daughters have left 
 
 
 
 Oh, hadst thou slumber'd with the slain. 
 
 me ; [ten. 
 
 
 
 Had glory's death-bed been tliy lot. 
 
 No child to protect me, where once there was 
 
 
 
 Even though on red CuUoden's plain. 
 
 And woe to the grey hairs of Callum-a-Glen. 
 
 
 
 We then had mourn 'd thee not. 
 
 The homes of my kindred are blazing to heaven, 
 
 
 
 But darkly closed thy mom of fame. 
 
 The bright sun of morning has blushed at the 
 
 
 
 That mom whose sunbeams rose so fair : 
 
 view; 
 
 
 
 Eevenge alone may breathe thy name. 
 
 The moon has stood still on the verge of the even. 
 
 
 
 The watch-word of despair. 
 
 To wipe from her pale cheek the tint of the dew: 
 
 
 
 Yet, oh, if gallant spirit's power 
 
 For the dew it lies red on the vales of Lochaber ; 
 
 
 
 Has e'er ennobled death like thine. 
 
 It sprinkles the cot and it flows from the pen. 
 
 
 
 Then glory mark'd thy parting hour. 
 
 The pride of my country is fallen for ever ! 
 
 
 
 Last of a mighty line. 
 
 Death, hast thou no shaft for old Callum-a-Glen? 
 
 
 
 O'er thy own bowers the sunshine falls. 
 
 The sun in his glory has looked on our sorrow. 
 
 
 
 But cannot cheer their lonely gloom ; 
 
 The stars have wept blood over hamlet and lea: 
 
 
 
 Those beams that gild thy native walls 
 
 Oh, is there no day-spring for Scotland? no morrow 
 
 
 
 Are sleeping on thy tomb. j 
 
 <f Of bright renovation for souls of the free ? 
 
 
 
 
154 aOORiBH 80V0& 
 
 T«:«MaboT*anhMlMhtldoard««<otlMt A 
 Oar valoor MMl aoth •!« not hid fkon hb km I 
 
 Tb* daj k aMdlag of Km ntonntkm 
 On an th« proad tea «r old G»llWB-»«lM. 
 
 3)o]bii 9o^. 
 
 Brs a tmfbl* mu. John Tod, John Tod, 
 
 Ho*! • tMTfbU mnn, John Tod; 
 Ho noM* in tho how*, ho Molda aft tho deer. 
 
 Ho noldo In the rttj hlo rand, John Tod, 
 
 Ho noldo in Um VM7 hlo rond. 
 
 TIm wonna a' kar John Tod, John Tod, 
 
 The woant a' fear John Tod ; 
 When hoi poMlng bgr. the naochan will oty, 
 
 Bomli an ill woan, John Tod, John Tod, 
 
 Horn an 01 waan, John Ted. 
 
 Tho oallanta a* fear John Tod, John 1M, 
 The eallanta a' fear John Tod ; 
 
 V Umt ataal bat a naop, tha hrfdto hail whip, 
 And ifa ■nee wool dona or John Ted, John Tod, 
 And ttlnneo wool doM ^ John Tod. 
 
 And aaw fa nao llttla John 1M, John 1M r 
 
 O oaw yo nao Uttlo John Ted ? 
 HlaaheoBUM]r««ni«la,and hb feat ttagr ««• 
 
 Bat alont doH he iuw on Um road, John 1M, 
 Bat Matt da« he SBi« on the nad. 
 
 How ia he fendln', John Tod, John Tod ? 
 
 How ia he fendin*. John Ted? 
 Ho la aeoortn' the land wi* a nmf in hia hand. 
 
 And the Franeh wadan MfhlM John Tod, 
 John Tod. 
 
 And the Ficneh wadna ftlfhiaa John Ttod. 
 
 r«^oon-tmmtandbatlaf^,JohnTMi,JohnTod, 
 
 YeTa taatit and taUarM, John Ted } 
 Wi* jrour auld atrlppitoowi 7« look malatUkaa lUla I 
 Bat there'a nouaa in the Unin', John Tad, John 
 Tod, 
 
 Minthollnln'.JohnTod. 
 
 Ho-a wool raapeoklt, John 1V)d, John iy>d. 
 Hoi wool raapeddt, John Tod ; 
 
 Thoof h a tarrlbia man, we'd a' gaaji wrang. 
 If bo ahoukl leave oa. John Tod. John Tod, 
 irha ahoald iMkve ua, John Tod. 
 
 SM^iilUvt. 
 
 Trua'lMilhn 
 
 TeHa'ha^ah 
 He1l«aaaaale 
 
 Bat,feith! heifer f 
 
 r than hel eat, John 
 
 Hladeablet la w^jfe, John Mant, John Mat, 
 
 Hla dooMat la B^flt, John Mant, 
 Rla ham dawn in I 
 
 And hlaatoekfai^aie warfhiy fant, John Mmt. 
 Te^a*ka'e,fea. 
 
 Be ewaaa Hhaa trooper, John Mant, John Meat. 
 
 Be eweare Hha a traopar, John Mantt 
 Be neir Mlaki at a lee, and hell fecfet wi* a Aae, 
 
 TW Mm bt lihiiiitl hi the fent, John Mant. 
 TeVn'hal^fea. 
 
 Be« wMka te the ridai, Join Mant, John Mant, 
 
 I wf a daut. John 
 
 mla1feemnt,heph 
 
 ibelaHyeMlBhtela 
 
 Te11a*ha>a,*a. 
 
 The weaaa thejr let Aw wf John Mant, John MaaV 
 The weane thagr fot ftni wf John Meat, 
 
 Thajr hoot aai tfMf «qr aa *ay oae hhn pHt ky. 
 
 Bat wMki thei^ ha iMda thoM a ilan^ John 
 
 Ten a* hnx »^ lUmu 
 
 The hMaaa a* le^ John Meat, John Mant, 
 
 The hMOHa* k^ Joha Mantt 
 Th^ aweor iti no tino, bat thar fit thMSMli im. 
 
 Tba wtvaa ara fend o* John MaaU John Mant, 
 
 The wiraa ate a* Ibad o' John Mantt 
 Tbayaigrhelagran'.thejr neW mind their gaU 
 
 Te11a'ha'e,fee. 
 
 Saa I fedd pa tak' tant o* John Mant, John Maat, 
 
 I redd ye tak* taat o' John Mant) 
 He*a no weal to ha<e fer a IHand or a fea, 
 
 8ae 1 radd ye heap ont or hie ehMrt, Joha Mart. 
 Tema'hal,**. 
 
1 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SOiJGS. 155 
 
 
 4 
 
 f 0, who would choose a crown. 
 
 
 
 
 Wi' its perils and its fame. 
 
 
 
 Wi^m tje \^t tnrnt Jame. 
 
 And miss a bonnie lassie 
 When the kye come hame ? 
 
 
 
 [This spirited song by the Ettrick Shepherd 
 
 See yonder pawky shepherd 
 
 
 
 first appeared in his novel entitled "The Three 
 
 That lingers on the hill— 
 
 
 
 Perils of Man," 1821, 3 vols. It is sung to the old 
 
 His yowes are in the fauld. 
 
 
 
 tune of "The Blathrie o*t."] 
 
 And his lambs are lying still; 
 Yet he downa gang to rest. 
 
 
 
 Come all ye jolly shepherds 
 
 For his heart is in a flame 
 
 
 
 That whistle through the glen. 
 
 To meet his bonnie lassie 
 
 
 
 I'll tell ye of a secret 
 
 When the kye come hame. 
 
 
 
 That courtiers dinna ken. 
 
 
 
 
 What is the greatest bliss 
 
 Awa' wi' fame and fortune— 
 
 
 
 That the tongue o' man can name ? 
 
 What comfort can they gi'e ?— 
 
 
 
 'Tis to woo a bonnie lassie 
 
 And a' the arts that prey 
 
 
 
 When the kye come hame. 
 
 On man's life and libertie ! 
 
 
 
 When the kye come hame. 
 
 Gi'e me the highest joy 
 
 
 
 When the kye come hame. 
 
 That the heart o' man can fi»me; 
 
 
 
 'Tween the gloamin and the mirk. 
 
 My bonnie, bonnie lassie. 
 
 
 
 When the kye come hame. 
 
 When the kye come hame. 
 
 
 
 'Tis not beneath the burgonet. 
 
 
 
 
 Nor yet beneath the crown. 
 
 
 
 
 •Tis not on couch of velvet. 
 
 
 
 
 Nor yet on bed of down : 
 
 
 
 
 •Tis beneath the spreading birch. 
 In the dell without a name, 
 
 "^^t %tAm$ fei' mt. 
 
 
 
 Wi' a bonnie, bonnie lassie. 
 
 
 
 
 When the kye come hame. 
 
 [James Hooo.— Air, "Driving the Steer."J 
 
 
 
 There the blackbird bigs his nest 
 
 I'l.L sing of yon glen o' red heather. 
 
 
 
 For the mate he loves to see. 
 
 An' a dear thing that ca's it her hame. 
 
 
 
 And up upon the tapmost bough. 
 
 Wha's a' made o' love life together. 
 
 
 
 Oh, a happy bird is he ! 
 
 Frae the tie o' the shoe to the kembe. 
 
 
 
 Then he pours his melting ditty. 
 
 Love beckons in ev'ry sweet motion. 
 
 
 
 And love 'tis a' the theme. 
 
 Commanding due homage to gi'e ; 
 
 
 
 And he'll woo his bonrie lassie 
 
 But the shrine of my dearest devotion 
 
 
 
 When the kye come hame. 
 
 Is the bend o' her bonnie e'e bree. 
 
 
 
 When the bluart bears a pearl. 
 
 I fleech'd and I pray'd the dear lassie 
 
 
 
 And the daisy turns a pea. 
 
 To gang to the biakens wi' me. 
 
 
 
 And the bonnie lucken gowan 
 
 But though neither lordly nor saucy. 
 
 
 
 Has fauldit up his e'e. 
 
 Her answer was, " Laith wUl 1 be. 
 
 
 
 Then the laverock frae the blue lift 
 
 Ah ! is it nae cruel to press me 
 
 
 
 Draps down, and thinks nae shame 
 
 To that which wad breed my heart wae. 
 
 
 
 To woo his bonnie lassie 
 
 An' try to entice a poor lassie 
 
 
 
 When the kye come hame. 
 
 The gate she's o'er ready to gae. 
 
 
 
 Then the eye shines sae bright. 
 
 " I neither ha'e father nor mither. 
 
 
 
 The haill soul to beguile. 
 
 Good counsel or caution to gi'e. 
 
 
 
 There's love in every whisper. 
 
 And prudence has whisper'd me never 
 
 
 
 And joy in every smile ; < 
 
 , To gang to the braltens wi' thee. 
 
 
 
 1 
 
166 
 
 800R18B MVOB. 
 
 Bat •' «»d Iw tint, wtthoot blUng, 
 
 •• Daw kMfa, how OBS 9« apteaU at, 
 
 For ]r* •>• tb* riehMk yooac My 
 TiMt cw fMd «« tlw ytk-MllB ? 
 
 Toar ■nUa ttet b bilth« thuioay. 
 The bend e* TOUT nasy •V^na, 
 
 Ab4 tte lof»4iBBks aMBtli It «■ bemdi 
 
 TtaMM joy la tte Mytkt MooBlBff telB«» 
 WiMB lo«« lailB la avwy fpaag tet; 
 
 Thm'kioy la tht bwatiM cT aatan^ 
 Thara-sjof la tte daaet aa4 tte wtaw t 
 
 lad ttet b 10 low and «» Airirii 
 Tho ftod llttk hMit thart oar alB. 
 
 ®l^f JrlotDft 0* 9«iAltiif . 
 
 iTun m 
 
 by TAimAaitA, and oM to aMMie bjr B. ▲. ftBttk, 
 wM ftnt latoodaaod 10 tiM pabte la tlwywr Un. 
 "TiMtblid ^ .. - 
 
 For 
 
 wlMPd M%M la ta Mmm Ik* Mwt tooMT or 
 
 flta«oa4hoa owaHawwIi, tlqrh9«Hititk*flf«alBt, 
 Thoa'rt dMT to llM oAooi of CbMv«M« ilw I 
 
 How ko» won av 4iV« <in I Ml •<* "V 'm^ 
 Tho ipoMi or iho d^ oMBod tea* aad «al 
 
 I Bt^ oftw a agraipk 1 ooaM oa' aqr Awr boili 
 m ekafiMd wl* awoot J«^ tk* flowor o^ I 
 
 flnWMd. TlMpoot,**lMadd^**kadaopartlw 
 lar Adr oao la hlo «y* at tho IIM, aad Joiii wao 
 qoMo aa Iniglnanr paiBinji " Tto tnrtk H 
 TuuMhm wmto tho word! to a^flMt tho eM 
 > or DaaMaMT^-ki 
 
 itltlo. HoBovor WMla Daablaao^featft 
 
 hk 
 
 Icoi MB tho oua fo dewa oror *• M^ ] 
 
 Tax OBB haa IBM dowa oW llM kAy Bn LoHMBd, 
 
 And Ml tlw rod oloadoto fVHldoo^tfMflaoaa, 
 While lonely I otfay. Ib tko calm rianav gkamla*. 
 
 To mii« oa cwwi JMilt, tfio doworo^ DaablHM. 
 How tweot li the briw, wl* Mi nil kaldlB* UooHml 
 
 And twoH It the bilk, wl' Hi naaHo or pooB I 
 Tot i wool w and ddror. and diar to tkh koooo^ 
 
 li lovolj yeaag JMiio, thi fc w 
 
 Aad laokoa aBMolhli«thi M^torHiil 
 
 [TliM boaaMri Mag wBO wilttM Igr TAjmABitx 
 tolkaoMalrofBoBBloOBBdiOw- Mr. Booi of 
 Atirlinaliii UBipiiiiilatBaofcrit. Olnlftr 
 bwwofcata^iiBlilifainiioifc aooiofPiiJiy.) 
 
 Kaaa 
 Ba«< 
 
 » thoy te^ mank'4 mg doar 
 
 BalAvtotkoi 
 
 AadBowltlia 
 Am n ttl^ aroaad ao wao biytha 
 
 Vow aaUhli^ to hwud bat tho wlad wlitolllac 
 (oaaw. 
 to MB bot tfao wMo ^idli^ 
 
 (Johaatot 
 wao to a^y 
 Tli wtaitw wl* tlMBi aad *tfi wlatv wT BM^ 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 157 
 
 
 Ton cauld sleety cloud skiffs alang the bleak moun- '^ Come as the winds come, when 
 
 
 
 tain, 
 
 Forests are rended : 
 
 
 
 And shakes the dark firs on the stey rocky brae. 
 
 Come as the waves come, when 
 
 
 
 While down the deep glen brawls the snaw -flooded 
 
 Navies are stranded. 
 
 
 
 fountain. 
 
 Faster come, faster come. 
 
 
 
 That murmur'd sae sweet to my laddie and me. 
 
 Faster and faster : 
 
 
 
 It's no its loud roar on the wintry winds swellin'. 
 
 Chief, vassal, page, and groom. 
 
 
 
 It's no the cauld blast brings the tear to my e'e , 
 
 Tenant and master. 
 
 
 
 For, ! gin I saw but my bonnie Scots callan. 
 
 
 
 
 The dark days o' winter were simmer to me. 
 
 Fast they come, fast they come ; 
 See how they gather ; 
 
 
 
 
 Wide waves the eagle plume. 
 Blended with heather. 
 
 
 
 Wi^tm^ d mmuil D|)io 
 
 Cast your plaids, draw your blades, 
 
 Forward each man set; 
 Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, 
 
 
 
 [The "Pibroch of Donald the Black" is a very 
 
 Now for the onset 1 
 
 
 
 ancient pibroch belonging to Clan Macdonald, 
 
 
 
 
 and supposed to refer to the expedition of Donald 
 
 
 
 
 Balloch, who, in 1431, launched from the isles 
 
 
 
 
 with a considerable force, invaded Lochaber, and 
 
 
 
 
 at Inverlochy defeated and put to flight the Earls 
 
 
 
 
 of Mar and Caithness, though at the head of an 
 army superior to his own. The song here given 
 
 ilMscgw|ciD:'0 fei|!ww§» 
 
 
 
 was written by Sm Walter Scott for Campbell's 
 
 
 
 
 Albyn's Anthology, 1816. It may also be seen set 
 
 [Thkse verses were written by Sir Walter 
 
 
 
 to music in Thomson's collection, 1830.] 
 
 ScoTT for Albyn's Anthology in 1816. They are 
 adapted to a very wild, yet hvely gathering-tune. 
 
 
 
 Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, 
 
 used by the Macgregors. The severe treatment of 
 
 
 
 Pibroch of Donuil, 
 
 tnis clan, their outlawry, and the very proscrip- 
 
 
 
 Wake thy wild voice anew. 
 
 tion of their name, are alluded to here.] 
 
 
 
 Summon Clan Conuil. 
 
 
 
 
 Come away, come away. 
 
 The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae, 
 
 
 
 Hark to the summons; 
 
 And the clan has a name that is nameless by day- 
 
 
 
 Come in your war array. 
 
 Then gather, gather, gather, Grigalach ! 
 
 
 
 Grentles and commons! 
 
 Our signal for fight, which from monarchs we drew, 
 
 
 
 Come from deep glen, and 
 
 Must be heard but by night, in our vengeful hal- 
 
 
 
 From mountain so rocky, 
 
 loo- 
 
 
 
 The war-pipe and pennon 
 
 Then halloo, halloo, halloo, Grigalach ! 
 
 
 
 Are at Inverlochy. 
 
 
 
 
 Come every hiU-plaid, and 
 
 Glenorchy's proud mountains, Calchuim and her 
 
 
 
 True heart that wears one ; 
 
 towers. 
 
 
 
 Come every steel blade, and 
 
 Glenstrae, and Glenlyon, no longer are ours— 
 
 
 
 Strong hand that bears one ! 
 
 We're landless, landless, landless, Grigalach! 
 
 
 
 Leave the deer, leave the steer. 
 
 But. doomed and devoted by vassal and lord. 
 
 
 
 Leave nets and barges ; 
 
 
 
 
 Come vtdth your fighting gear. 
 
 Then courage, courage, courage, Grigalach J 
 
 
 
 Broadswords and targes. 
 
 
 
 
 Leave untended the herd. 
 
 If they rob ua of name, and pursue us with beagles. 
 
 
 
 The flock without shelter; 
 
 Give their roof to the flames, and their flesh to the 
 
 
 
 Leave the corpse uninterr'd. 
 
 eagles— [Uich ! 
 
 
 
 The bride at the altar. ^ 
 
 I, Then vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, Griga* 
 
 
 
 
 
158 
 
 flOOmSR 80H08. 
 B tb* fbfot, or tam oa tlM 4 
 
 SonalD Caitl). 
 
 [Wkittw \if 8ni Wai.t«» Boott kr Attrnti 
 ▲Btholosy. Tol. U. 1818, mhI Mt to mwle Is Mr. 
 •rhomwo't ooUwtkm, ISSL] 
 
 DowAio OAOia't eooM apda I 
 Donald Giirdi eooM i«ite i 
 1W Um nrw* In bragh and gbn, 
 Donuld Gkbd*! oooM afidal 
 
 DoMld ObM cMi HM and *«, 
 
 Drink tiU tlM gndmutt b* bBad, 
 
 Hoop • kslu, doot n p«a. 
 Or cnMk a pow wl' ooy ann t 
 1W1 tlM am* tai brush and gl« 
 Donald curd's eooM afate. 
 
 ■banM>,Hiiia».lwnia 
 B* oaa wank wlNn tkiy am « 
 Mot Ibr bonntlth, or rNrard, 
 Daor thqr niaU wt* Donald QiM. 
 
 FMtatbuoUi wlfc 
 maantti 
 
 WlMn iMH Am bo^ itoal and MOiT. 
 Koopt tha eantlo o* tho cnaMj : 
 HlghhMMl ^Icfand Lawlaad laM 
 Maun fl** w«jr to Donald Qilrl. 
 
 Btoek tho awmrte, lock the hlrt, 
 KIm ooom gear will mar ba mltti 
 Donah! Oafa<d llnda orm thhigf 
 Wbm Allan Oregor tend tho tiafti 
 Donta o* kabbnok. talti o' woo, 
 WbilM a hm and whOa a too ; 
 Weba or dads tnm badge or Tmrd— 
 Wan Um waddle, Donald GMrd ! 
 
 GMg to Mlb«. hvi to aim ( 
 Ba»OaMldQiM.«r ^ 
 thagMltoahH 
 «r aim. and 
 
 [Tua Mt. Chomb old. waa aetiaoertad bi 
 aaj i^akr liPiaHnn af flBoMbb oonfi tffl that 
 orDafMBMdtalTli. - Tbeta h aMrtber eet o( 
 
 aawyamjMaggla, 
 Saw yo mjr Maggie^ 
 gawyanvMaggla. 
 
 What wtfk hM yoor MaggK 
 What 0HMfc baa 9«v Maggla, 
 
 That aM MV km bar *«r (fey). 
 
 qnotod part, to be Iba oM 
 In ~ '■" 
 
 batbaoffl- 
 I have 
 netwoaooge 
 
 Vmmmtni wblla that wbleb I tobe to ba tho old 
 aoi^ b In trmj db igb i wl li m oa l b "J 
 
1 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 159 
 
 
 ! how Peggy charms me ; i 
 Every look still warms me; 
 
 ^ "^tu^ a "^mli^ 
 
 
 
 Every thought alarms me; 
 
 
 
 
 Lest she lo'e nae me. 
 
 [This is an extension by Burns of a Jacobite 
 
 
 
 Peggy (loth discover 
 
 fragment beginning, " Here's a health to ane that's 
 
 
 
 Nought but charms all over : 
 
 awa'." It was found among the poet's papers 
 
 
 
 Nature bids me love her ; 
 
 after his death, and first published in its complete 
 
 
 
 That's a law to me. 
 
 form in the Scots Magazine for January, 1818.] 
 
 
 
 Who would leave a lover. 
 
 Hebe's a health to them that's awa'. 
 
 
 
 To become a rover? 
 
 Here's a health to them that's awa' ; 
 
 
 
 No, I'll ne'er give over. 
 
 And wha winna wish guid luck to our cause. 
 
 
 
 Till I happy be. 
 
 May never guid luck be their fa' ! 
 
 
 
 For since love inspires me. 
 
 It's guid to be merry and wise. 
 
 
 
 As her beauty fires me. 
 
 It's guid to be honest and true. 
 
 
 
 And her absence tires me. 
 
 It's guid to support Caledonia's cause. 
 
 
 
 Nought can please but she. 
 
 And bide by the buff and the blue, f 
 
 
 
 When I hope to gain her. 
 
 Here's a health to them that's awa'. 
 
 
 
 Fate seems to detain her; 
 
 Here's a health to them that's awa' ; 
 
 
 
 Could I but obtain her. 
 
 Here's a health to Charlie,! the chief o' the clan. 
 
 
 
 Happy would I be 
 
 Although that his band be but sma'. 
 
 
 
 I'll lie down before her. 
 
 May liberty meet with success ! 
 
 
 
 Bless, sigh, and adore her. 
 
 May prudence protect her frae evil! 
 
 
 
 With faint looks implore her. 
 
 May tyrants and tyranny tine in the mist. 
 
 
 
 Till she pity me. 
 
 And wander their way to the devil ! 
 Here's a health to them that's awa'. 
 
 
 
 
 Here's a health to them that's awa' ; 
 Here's a health to Tammie, || the Norland laddie. 
 That lives at the lug o' the law : 
 
 
 
 ®i)e ^mi ftaf ^ atoa\ 
 
 Here's freedom to him that wad read. 
 
 Here's freedom to him that wad write I 
 There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should be 
 
 
 
 [Written by Mb. Dunlop, late collector at 
 
 heard. 
 
 
 
 the custom-house, Port-Glasgow.] 
 
 But they wham the truth wad indite. 
 
 
 
 Hebe's to the year that's awa' • 
 
 Here's a health to them that's awa'. 
 
 
 
 We wUl drink it in strong and in sma' ; 
 
 Here's a health to them that's awa' ; 
 
 
 
 And here's to ilk bonnie young lassie we lo'ed. 
 
 Here's chieftain M*Leod,§ a chieftain worth gowd. 
 
 
 
 While swift flew the year that's awa'. 
 
 Though bred amang mountains o' snaw ! 
 
 
 
 And here's to ilk, &c. 
 
 Here's a health to them that's awa'. 
 Here's a health to them that's awa' ; 
 
 
 
 Here's to the sodger who bled. 
 
 And wha winna wish guid luck to our cause. 
 
 
 
 And the sailor who bravely did fa' ; 
 
 May never guid luck be their fa' ! 
 
 
 
 Their fame is alive, though their spirits are fled 
 
 
 
 
 On the wings of the year that's awa'. 
 
 
 
 
 Their fame is alive, &c. 
 
 f The colour of the Whigs. The striped waLst- 
 
 
 
 Here's to the Mends we can trust. 
 
 coat, which figures so prominently in the portroiifl 
 
 
 
 When the storms of adversity blaw; 
 
 of Burns, was buff and blue. 
 
 
 
 May they live in our song, and be nearest our hearts. 
 
 % The Eight Hon. Charles James Fox. 
 
 
 
 Nor depart like the year that's awa'. 
 
 II LordErskine. 
 
 
 
 May they live, &c. < 
 
 ^ § M'Leod, chief of that clan. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
160 
 
 Vnue'$( aiDl)te)^. 
 
 ■corrtffif ioNot. 
 
 lull iniliili «• 
 
 It «M aB iM kiii «rtht Mi«*— 
 
 Ing that bttftat 
 
 wHh moM pntfoalv ■tlwIliiB, Iw tkei«M tt 
 
 mneh teMv adapttd lor gl*la« 
 
 poetfy thra ** Lewi* Oovteo." TlM Ibm of 
 
 "Bey, tatti* Uiti^ It mm of 
 
 Miti^ty. Barvtai|«tkMlWBMtwMi*tmll* 
 
 tion la nraj parti «r ■h«Im4, tfM H 
 
 ■ •rBMM*- 
 
 bom. Thh tradttlM li dMpvlid fegr BUms, «■ 
 tlM - - - - - 
 
 I, and by tiM iiyiwiBniHia 
 or oMm willm » te back M «IM IMi cMtaiy. 
 wlioairffBtolli»80Dlakaa4 IfWi a M|k ■!■•• 
 of pwftgtfoa to tW niidiil art. •'B^.IbMI* 
 talUt"hMbwiwwnJ»i|iHiMHab»tiw— i 
 tan* ai *« B«y now tbt «ay^«K* wMoaiJ t^ 
 Duofaar and olh«> BeettMb forti of ttw ilstMtk 
 erataiy, and fcr whM ilwaaiw llo«t|OBni| 
 
 TlMjoniaaok 
 
 Tbetl 
 
 On lOfan wna tjMf 
 How •kainh the dTK 
 Tb« alsht !• MAr gon 
 
 In a VS. Lat0 Book, bowrrpr, of Oordon ofS t ia* 
 looh, IflV, Um air of '* Tb« dajr dawto** Is gtmrn, 
 and It dUkn t'*>^ (^o"> t^ tma In ^ 
 aa n la now gmomllr raotlvid. W* know of no 
 Mtniloa of Um wonb '* Rcy. tattto tahto.- ba-^ 
 
 i,«haia%«rwal 
 
 Ortatlrtiilil 
 VOTTa Ika dar . M« BOT^ ttw tow: 
 ■m Ito frnrt aTkMla lovi 
 
 WW will ba a IfaMar lm«» ^ 
 Wtowmmaai i w ai d l igBwa> 
 
 LrtWaataniaadlMt 
 
 F » aidofM award wm a^BBfly draw. 
 
 ly iili ii l uu 'b wmm aad yataa. 
 Br yoaraoaa la wrrOt ahalna, 
 Wa wm diato ear daaiart fttea, 
 
 Batttoyitollbaftaa. 
 Uy Ito yroad warpara towl 
 Tomato ftdllB amy fba f 
 UbartjniiBavaqrblowl 
 
 Lvt tt* do or dial 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 #Vt iill unh Mh riamte\ 
 
 O'ER hill and dale roamin', at day da^vn or gloamin', 
 
 At kirk, or at market, or dance on the green. 
 Now Bosa's beauty praisin', now sad and silent gazin'. 
 
 Now sighin' and vowin', young Donald was seen. 
 With frowns she met his glances, with sneers his fond advances. 
 
 She laugh'd when he spak' with the tear in his e'e. 
 And sprung away flauntin', some idle chorus chauntin'. 
 
 Whene'er he sigh'd " Rosa! thou'rt dear, dear to me." 
 
 The youth tir'd with doubtin', and teaz'd by her floutin'. 
 
 Grew proud, and resented her scorning ere long. 
 No more fond vows breathing — for others wild flowers wreathing. 
 
 He mark'd not her beauty, nor thrill'd at her song. 
 Though her neck was the whitest, her blue eyes the brightest, 
 
 He vaunted of maiden's more lovely than she ; 
 Whose eyes tender languish would charm all his anguish, 
 
 And sigh'd no more "Rosa, thou'rt dear, dear to me." 
 
 Proud hearts wdll be changing, soon Rosa was ranging. 
 
 Pale, waesome, and weeping, and ghaist-likc alane. 
 Through scenes that once delighted, though now lone and blighted. 
 
 Unblest by the vows she might ne'er hear again. 
 But, ah ! love 's not thrown off, as spring-flowers are blown off. 
 
 Her truant was waitin' beside the hawthorn tree ; 
 He threw his arms around her, and oh I so kind he found her, 
 
 They murmur'd together, " Thou'rt dear, dear to me." 
 
 [Joseph Macorboor.— Air, " Kinloch of Kinloch."] 
 How blythely the pipe through Glenlyon was sounding. 
 
 At morn when the clans to the merry dance hied ; 
 And gay were the love-knots, o'er hearts fondly bounding. 
 
 When Ronald woo'd Flora, and made her his bride. 
 But war's banner streaming, soon chang'd their fond dreanung,— 
 
 The battle cry echoed around and above ; 
 Broad claymores were glancing, and war-steeds were prancing; 
 
 Up, Ronald ! to arms for home and your love. 
 
 All was hush'd o'er the hill, where love linger'd despairing. 
 
 With her bride-maids still deck'd in their gay festal gear 1 
 And she wept as she saw them fresh garlands preparing, 
 
 Which might laurel Love's brow, or be strew'd o'er his bier I 
 Put, cheer thee, fond maiden — each wild breeze is laden 
 
 With victory's slogan, through mountain and grove ; 
 Where death streams were gushing, and war-steeds were ruahiug. 
 
 Lord Ronald has conquer'd for home and for love J 
 
 161 
 
169 
 
 Vffeabf sotttKf r before folk. 
 
 wood, la taRM ef hich flOBOM 
 • rVvth.] 
 
 ■rarUiiv 
 
 AaddlHMteawi 
 
 It tmdiM gi^ ■» Bdlte paiiS 
 €Mb «« WH* MMi and hMvd tqr « 
 To tak* a kki, or gnmi !«■ mm; 
 
 1. 
 
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 T« tdl me that nqr tMt li adrt 
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 Vor toat BV atodB wT Toar Mad fteaka. 
 
 Te trfl M Ikat ay «pa Ma ae^M. 
 Mr talH, I daato, an a' «Mrfl» 
 ▲ta - 
 
 That X ikoaM Mftr to to UiTtf, 
 Oaa, pK a Bhm tea tto prtMi. 
 
 TeMftak*« 
 
 TBXAVflWXI. 
 
 Oan aa gM^ gyto kdbM Mk 7 
 
 la a* fM do^ to «* ye m^, 
 Te^ rta a pawUa eaaidaf ««g. 
 Ttoi aiy pear erlii ye lad atonjr* 
 ▲a* dk« M dsM kitee Mk ! 
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 CtoilkritovekiteaMk, 
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 Tat. 
 
 nal Bpk Bto BmH teklddn ftolt, 
 ■t, pfanv, aa* ilpa, MM tnpli ■ 
 1 1 BMaa pvM^ tkeagk I AoaM 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. J(J3 
 
 
 
 
 Can I behave, can I behave, • 
 
 When Jockie's far awa' at sea. 
 
 
 
 
 Can I behave before folk. 
 
 When Jockie's far awa'. 
 
 
 
 
 When temptingly it offers me 
 
 But what are a' thae joys to me. 
 
 
 
 
 So rich a treat— before folk? 
 
 When Jockie's far awa' ? 
 
 
 
 
 That gowden hair Bae sunny bright ; 
 
 Last May mom how sweet to see 
 
 
 
 
 That shapely neck o' snavi-y white ; 
 
 The Uttle lambkins play. 
 
 
 
 
 That tongue, even when it tries to flyte. 
 
 Whilst my dear lad, alang wi' me. 
 
 
 
 
 Provokes me tiU't before folk ! 
 
 Did kindly walk this way. 
 
 
 
 
 Can I behave, can I behave. 
 
 On yon green bank wild flow'rs he pou'd, 
 
 
 
 
 Can I behave before folk. 
 
 To busk my bosom braw ; 
 
 
 
 
 When Ilka charm, young, fresh, an' warm. 
 
 Sweet, sweet he talk'd, and aft he vow'd. 
 
 
 
 
 Cries, "kiss me now"— before folk? 
 
 But now he's far awa'. 
 But now, &c. 
 
 
 
 
 An' ! that pawkie, rowin' e'e. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Sae roguishly it blinks on me. 
 
 gentle peace return again. 
 
 
 
 
 1 canna, for my saul, let be. 
 
 Bring Jockie to my arms. 
 
 
 
 
 Frae kissing you before folk ! 
 
 Frae dangers on the raging main. 
 
 
 
 
 Can I behave, can I behave. 
 
 Frae cruel war's alarms. 
 
 
 
 
 Can I behave before folk. 
 
 Gin e'er we meet, nae mair we'll part 
 
 
 
 
 When ilka glint conveys a hint 
 
 As lang's we've breath to draw; 
 
 
 
 
 To tak' a smack— before folk ? 
 
 Nae mair I'll sing wi' aching heart. 
 My Jockie's fkr awa'. 
 
 
 
 
 Ye own, that were we baith our lane. 
 
 My Jockie's, &c. 
 
 
 
 
 Ye wadna grudge to grant me ane; 
 
 
 
 
 
 Weel, gin there be nae harm in't then. 
 
 
 
 
 
 What harm is in't before folk ? 
 
 
 
 
 
 Can I behave, can I behave. 
 Can I behave before folk. 
 
 IV^ m t^ut tj^nn'mit Umk, • 
 
 
 
 
 Sly hypocrite ! an anchorite 
 
 
 
 
 
 Could scarce desist— before folk ! 
 
 [Al-EX. RODGKR.] 
 
 
 
 
 But after a' that has been said. 
 
 It's no that thou'rt bonnie, it's no that thou'rt 
 
 
 
 
 Since ye are willing to be wed. 
 
 braw. 
 
 
 
 
 We'll ha'e a " blythsome bridal " made. 
 
 It's no that tliy skin has the whiteness o' gnaw. 
 
 
 
 
 When ye'U be mine before folk ! 
 
 It's no that thy form is perfection itsel', [tell; 
 
 
 
 
 Then I'll behave, then I'll behave. 
 
 That mak's my heart feel what my tongue canna 
 
 ^ 
 
 
 
 Then I'll behave before folk ; 
 
 But oh ! it's the soul beaming out frae thine e'e. 
 
 
 
 
 For whereas then, ye'll aft get " ten," 
 
 That mak's thee sae dear and sae lovely to me. 
 
 
 
 
 It winna be before folk ! 
 
 It's pleasant to look on that mild blushing face, 
 Sae sweetly adorn'd wi' ilk feminine grace. 
 
 
 
 
 ' 3l^cMe'^ im aitoa\ 
 
 It's joyous to gaze on these tresses sae bright, 
 O'ershading a forehead sae smooth and sae white; 
 
 
 
 
 [Walter Watson.] 
 
 But to dwell on the glances that dart frae thine e'e. 
 
 
 
 
 Jeanie ! it's evendown rapture to me. 
 
 
 
 
 2?ow simmer decks the fields wi' flow'rs. 
 
 
 
 
 
 The woods wi' leaves so green ; 
 
 That form may be wasted by lingering decay. 
 
 
 
 
 And little birds around their bow'rs. 
 
 The bloom of that cheek may be wither'd away. 
 
 
 
 
 In harmony convene : 
 
 Those gay gowden ringlets that yield such delight. 
 
 
 
 
 The cuckoo flies from tree to tree. 
 
 By tlie cauld breath o' time may be changed into 
 
 
 
 
 Whilst saft the zephyrs blaw ; 
 
 white ; 
 
 
 
 
 But what are a' thae joys to me. 
 
 But the soul's fervid flashes that brighten thine e'e, 
 
 
 
 
 When Jockie's far awa' ? i 
 
 f-. Are the offspring o' heaven, and never can die. 
 
 
 
 
 
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 aa* m awa- baaw to My aattkar, I irfiL 
 
 ■aa, m aMal yaa m 
 
 Wmr, inawa* kaawtoaRjadakar, I wtii 
 Tm, in awa* kaaM to a«y,adlkM, I wlB, 
 Voir, in aa«' koaa to aiy mMmt, I wWt 
 
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 Aa* III >«t b* yttor tin a* thcdUMr. I wUL 
 
 'S^ii J^U) d lElunmoie. 
 
 Par nana bat ootmI^ aaa I bm kaaabaam 
 Aa- Ika illHl««4y Mlla yaar kMd auy pa» »- 
 
 Fkl«a> I'll awa* ham* to mjr mitlwr, 1 wlM. 
 
 AoAFnaaaMli 
 YtflklfkaM 
 Barrfgka 
 aararftam 
 
 Itopata^ atoM^ baf^A WM Ika daa^ 
 - - - prttoaaaka 
 
 aad lavar *a kM«ahkad tfaaac 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS I55 
 
 
 But a little bird sang at this fair captive's grate, ^ 'Deed, lad, quo' she, your offer's fe-ir. 
 
 
 
 And seem'd as it chirrup'd, to soften her fate. 
 
 I really think I'U tak' it. 
 
 
 
 Ah ! Flora, fair Flora,— ah ! Flora Macdonald ! 
 
 Sae, gang awa', get out the mare. 
 
 
 
 Ah ! Flora, the maid of Dunmore— 
 
 We'll baith slip on the back o't; 
 
 
 
 The maid of Dunmore, the maid of Dunmore, 
 
 For gin I wait my father's time. 
 
 
 
 Ah ! weep for the maid, the maid of Dunmore ! 
 
 I'll wait till I be fifty; 
 But na ;— I'll marry in my prime. 
 
 
 
 The maid tied a note to this little bird's neck. 
 
 An' mak' a wife most thrifty. 
 
 
 
 And pointed to home, like a far distant speck. 
 
 
 
 
 O'er land and o'er water away the bird fle\v, 
 
 AVow ! Robin was an angry man. 
 
 
 
 Sought kinsman and lover;— the courier they 
 
 At tyning 0' his dochter : 
 
 
 
 knew; 
 
 Through a' the kintra-side he ran. 
 
 
 
 But soon a brave knight burst the prison-house 
 
 An' far an' near he sought her ; 
 
 
 
 door. 
 
 But when he cam' to our fire-end. 
 
 
 
 A nd rescued his bride from the tow'r of Dunmore. 
 
 An' fand us baith thegither. 
 
 
 
 Ah ! Flora, fair Flora,— ah ! Flora Macdonald ! 
 
 Quo' I, gudeman, I've ta'en your bairn, 
 
 
 
 Ah : Flora, the maid of Dunmore— 
 
 An' ye may tak' my mither. 
 
 
 
 The maid of Dunmore, the maid of Dunmore, 
 
 
 
 
 Ah ! joy to the maid, the maid of Dunmore ! 
 
 Auld Robin girn'd an* sheuk his pow, 
 Guid sooth ! quo' he, you're merry. 
 
 But I'll just tak' ye at your word. 
 An' end this hurry-burry ; 
 
 So Robin an' our auld wife 
 
 
 
 0i^ mii'^n mm*L 
 
 Agreed to creep thegither; 
 
 Now, I ha'e Robin Tamson's pet. 
 
 An' Robin has my mither. 
 
 
 
 [A LEX. RoDGEK.— Air, " The Comclips."] 
 
 
 
 
 My mither men't my auld breeks, 
 
 
 
 
 An' wow ! but they were duddy. 
 
 
 
 
 And sent me to get Mally shod 
 
 
 
 
 At Robin Tamson's smiddy ; 
 
 <Bmn M%^. 
 
 
 
 The smiddy stands beside the burn 
 
 
 
 That wimples through the clachan. 
 
 
 
 
 I never yet gae by the door. 
 
 [This is one of " Peggy's" songs in Ramsay's 
 
 
 
 But aye I fa' a-laughin'. 
 
 "Gentle Shepherd." There were older words 
 than Ramsay's to the tune of " Corn Rigs," the 
 
 
 
 For Robin was a walthy carle. 
 
 chorus of which was— 
 
 
 
 An' had ae bonnie dochter. 
 Yet ne'er wad let her tak' a man. 
 Though mony lads had sought her; 
 
 " 0, com rigs, and rye rigs, 
 And corn rigs are bonnie. 
 And gin ye meet a bonnie lass. 
 
 
 
 And what think ye 0' my exploit ?— 
 The time our mare was shoeing. 
 
 Prin up her cockemony." 
 
 
 
 I slippit up beside the lass. 
 
 Gay selected the tune for one of his songs in the 
 
 
 
 An' briskly fell a-wooing. 
 
 opera entitled " Polly," printed in 1729.] 
 
 
 
 An' aye she e'ed my auld breeks. 
 
 My Patie is a lover gay ; 
 
 
 
 The time that we sat crackin'. 
 
 His mind is never muddy ; 
 
 
 
 Quo' I, my lass, ne'er mind the cloutn. 
 
 His breath is sweeter than new hay ; 
 
 
 
 I've new anes for the makin' ; 
 
 His face is fair and ruddy. 
 
 
 
 But gin ye'll just come hame wi' me. 
 
 ' His shape is handsome middle size ; 
 
 
 
 An' lea' the carle, your father. 
 
 ! He's stately in his walking ; 
 
 
 
 Ye'se get my breeks to keep in trim. 
 
 } The shining of his een surprise ; 
 
 
 
 Mysel', an' a' thegither. ^ 
 
 ^ 'Tis heaven to hear him talking. 
 
 
 
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 O aoBM aana* aa* 111 daaa* laaad a h w it ya. 
 
 Tarn Btiv aialB wte tea «y anH IB I dM. 
 

 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 167 
 
 
 Eai^^k, of), Uabt mt^ 
 
 
 
 [Joseph Macqreook.] 
 
 
 % 
 
 Down whar the bumie rins whimplin* and cheery. 
 When leva's star was smilin* ; I met wi' my dearie ; 
 Ah ! vain was its smilin', she wadna believe me. 
 But said wi* a saucy air, " Laddie, Oh ! leave me, 
 " Leave me, leave me, laddie. Oh! leave me." 
 
 
 « 
 
 " I've lo'ed thee o'er truly to seek a new dearie, 
 I've lo'ed thee o'er fondly, through Ufe e'er to weary, 
 I've lo'ed thee o'er lang, love, at last to deceive thee: 
 Look cauldly or kindly, but bid me not leave thee." 
 
 Leave thee, leave thee, &o, 
 
 " There's nae ither saft e'e that fills me wi' pleasure. 
 There's nae ither rose-lip has half o' its treasure. 
 There's nae ither bower, love, shall ever receive me. 
 Till death break this fond heart— oh, then I maun leave thee. " 
 Leave thee, leave thee, &c. 
 
 The tears o'er her cheeks ran like dew frae red roses ; 
 What hope to the lover one tear-drop discloses ; 
 1 kiss'd them, and blest her, at last to relieve me 
 Bhe yielded her hand, and sigh'd, " Oh ! never leave me." 
 Leave me, leave me, &c. 
 
 FuKOET na', dear lassie, when I'm far frae thee. 
 
 Forget na' the tear that may steal frae my ee ; 
 
 Oh think on the time we sae happy ha'e been ; 
 
 Oh think on the wandering beneath the moon's beam. 
 
 I vnll think on the tear thou wilt shed when alone. 
 And fondly remember each dear woodland scene, 
 I'll bless the sweet smile, that still woo'd me to thee. 
 And hope, sweetly smiling, will gladden my ee. 
 
 1 see the rose fading, dear maid, on thy cheek, 
 I feel the heart thi-obbings, thy anguish that speak ; 
 But let the tear-drop nor sorrow be thine. 
 Peace rest in thy bosom, and sorrow be mine. 
 
 When 'midst the rude storm on the wide-swelling sea. 
 Fond fancy will turn to this hour, love, wi' thee; 
 I'll sigh to the billows to waft me ashore, 
 ^ To pjirt frae my hame and my lassie no more. 
 
 
 
108 
 
 A Lofd B«Bkatlim «M *Mh 
 
 »«ttlt of MitM-iKkiu 
 
 [TnbiUtltorflbMtfr-aMlrOTlHmbkMOAtrifl!. 
 
 the 13th HovHibv, ms, Ut w— Uw tavni oT 
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 ▲ad soBw «qr thai thi7 waa. 
 ▲ad MB* ay that aaao waa at a*. aMMi 
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 ▲ad wo taa. aad fhtj raai aad th^ mm, 
 
 and wona* 
 And wo laa, aad thsy waawa*, awa. 
 
 IHMi WhlttMa^i ditBsas ma awa', naa) 
 
 «(U9 
 
 ibaoo HMTyPS) lotooh 
 
 |tlJ«hi^lB*DahB«r 
 
 (Tli 
 ; ad a body «r his vasiali hi ths royal a 
 
 ~ Bagh OtoapbsB, thM Ivfl of Lsadoa. of 
 
 Brato Afprto aad Brihaisa, W 
 Not lUn Mghtsd U*oa,(l) 
 WMehBothosd) aad Baddta«tBo<4) obw, taoa t 
 
 Porthsyan,wlthW1ghtBMn,(0) V W Iho EWl of 0^, bvothw to tho Dabo of 
 
 Advaaesd OB tho right, man, |' Afgylo. Boa 
 
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 OMtrs of tho royal army. attho oagiipmoat. 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGa. 169 ' 
 
 
 Grave Mar8haU(l) and Lithgow,(2) ^ Pitsligo (17) and OgUvie (18) a', man, | 
 
 
 
 And Glengary'8 (3) pith, too. 
 
 And brothers Balfours, 
 
 
 
 Assisted by brave Logie A'mon', (4) 
 
 They stood the first stours; 
 
 
 
 And Gordons tlie bright. 
 
 Clackmannan (19) and Burleigh (20) did claw. 
 
 
 
 Sae boldly did fight. 
 
 man. 
 
 
 
 The red-coats took flight and awa', man. 
 
 But Cleppan (21) acted pretty. 
 
 
 
 Strathmore (5) and Oanronald (6) 
 
 And Strowan,(22) the witty. 
 
 
 
 Cried still, "Advance, Donald !" 
 
 A poet that pleases us a', man ; 
 
 
 
 Till both of these heroes did fa', man; 
 
 For mine is but rhyme. 
 
 
 
 For there was sic hashing. 
 
 In respect of what's fine. 
 
 
 
 And broadswords a-clashing, 
 
 Or what he is able to draw, man. 
 
 
 
 Brave Forfar (7) hirasell got a claw, mnn. 
 
 For Huntly (23) and Sinclair,(24) 
 
 
 
 Lord Perth (8) stood the storm. 
 
 They baith play'd the tinkler. 
 
 
 
 Seaforth (9) but lukewarm, j 
 
 With consciences black like a craw, man ; 
 
 
 
 Kilsyth(lO) and Strathallan(ll) not slaw, man ; 
 
 Some Angus and Fife men. 
 
 
 
 AndHamUton(12)pled 
 
 They ran for their life, man. 
 
 
 
 The men were not bred. 
 
 And ne'er a Lot's wife there at a', man 1 
 
 
 
 For he had no fancy to fa', man. 
 
 Then Lawrie, the traitor. 
 
 
 
 Brave, generous Southesk, (18) 
 
 Who betray'd his master. 
 
 
 
 Tullibardine (14) was brisk, 
 
 His king, and his country, and a', man, 
 
 
 
 Whose father, indeed, would not draw, man. 
 
 Pretending Mar might 
 
 
 
 Into the same yoke. 
 
 Give order to fight 
 
 
 
 Which served for a cloak. 
 
 To the right of the army awa', man ; 
 
 
 
 To keep the estate 'twixt them twa, man. 
 
 Then Lawrie, for fear 
 
 
 
 Lord Rollo, (15) not fear'd. 
 
 Of what he might hear. 
 
 
 
 Kintore (16) and his beard. 
 
 Took Drummond's best horse, and awa', raanj 
 'Stead of going to Perth, 
 He crossed the Firth, 
 
 
 
 
 
 Alongst Stirling Bridge, and awa', man. 
 
 
 
 (1) (2) The Earls of Mai-ischal and Linlithgow. 
 
 
 
 
 (3)TheChiefofGlengary. 
 
 To London he press'd. 
 
 
 
 (4) Thomas Drummond of Logie Almond. 
 
 And there he address'd. 
 
 
 
 (5) The Earl of Strathmore, kiUed in the battle 
 
 That he behaved best o' them a', nian ; 
 
 
 
 (6) The Chief of Clanranald, also killed. 
 
 And there, without strife. 
 
 
 
 (7) The Earl of Forfar— on the King's side- 
 
 Got settled for Ufe, 
 
 
 
 wounded in the engagement. 
 
 An hundred a-year to his fk', man. 
 
 
 
 (8) James, Lord Drummond, eldest son of the 
 
 
 
 
 Earl of Perth, was Lieutenant-General of horse 
 under the Earl of Mar, and behaved with great 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 gallantry. 
 
 (17) Lord Pitdligo. He was again "out" hi 
 
 
 
 (9) William Mackenzie, fifth Ejirl of Seaforth. 
 
 the '45. V 
 
 
 
 (10) The Viscount Kilsyth. 
 
 (18) Lord Ogilvie, son of the Earl of Airly. 
 
 
 
 (11) The Viscount Strathallan. 
 
 (19) Bruce, Laird of Clackmannan. 
 
 
 
 (12) Lieutenant-general George Hamilton, com- 
 
 (20) A relation of Lord Burleigh. 
 
 
 
 manding under the Earl of Mar. 
 
 (21) Major William Clephane. 
 
 
 
 (13) James, fifth Earl of Southesk. 
 
 (22) Alexander Robertson of Struan, chief of the 
 
 
 
 (14) The Marquis of TuUibardme, eldest son of 
 
 Robertsons. He was a poet, and died in 1749. 
 
 
 
 theDukeofAthole. 
 
 (23) Alexander, ]\Iarquis of Huntly, afterwards 
 
 
 
 (15) Robert, Lord Rollo. He died in 1758. 
 
 Duke of Gordon. 
 
 
 
 (16) WUliam Keith, Earl of Kintore. • 
 
 ^ <24) The Master of Sinclair. He died in 1750. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
ITO 
 
 In: 
 H« 
 
 ilDd fo off the ttiCe with a p*', aum^ ) 
 
 Bob Box (S) stood watch 
 
 OnahUl^torloflMch 
 Tb* boo«gr. Itar oi«h» tlMt I anr, nasi 
 
 Kor ho Mitf afdvMMid 
 
 fkoB tbo ptaet ho «M ilMOii, 
 Tm BD Bon to do th«» at •*, nu. 
 
 8»«oantooktho«ihl, 
 
 i i Or If thm iw II l««ln — a*, —a. 
 
 For ho took ttM goat. 
 
 Whieh traly was wit, 
 
 Bbri«dtii« It tlBM to withdiaw, 
 
 ▲adtraavatH'Ltaa, 
 
 Aad tho Otoh orifeoVatlh I m 
 
 Whoa 
 
 ■ tobo«««B 
 
 aoo had Mi tht Dite oTAiololianqr, aad Jolaoi 
 thoBMlofMaiXbifcwthofcaMKIatoniMi^ to 
 aot ao a ipgr I and «hat« brfag MBpkgrid l«r Mar to 
 
 ho ga«« a eoBtniy ototomwit, aad, aAw aMlat 
 
 royal mnaj^-ttttt tg M, Clawlii'i. 
 (1) Tho odotaatod Bob Bof . ThIi i 
 
 tSif aMD fepaut tbfm a'. 
 
 [taitoHBBtohalhoMeaodooac la yolaftol 
 ■aliaHi m tho nl[|M» of tho bottto oT ahoriff. 
 
 ' hkwwaorthoaaihor. Woted 
 
 lii,bat 
 
 Tko toawMk «^ I tow, WBK 
 Wa dM Mft doaht to aHUha raai, 
 ▲ad «ta tho diV and a% WOUa. 
 
 To frt M» iMTd a te*, Wmio, 
 WhOo i4pm phqr tea light to Ml, 
 Wf, tUkk Wh%iaim', WBIlo. 
 Upaad«Htf,*a. 
 
 I ^Mo pravnitod, bjr mtaod motlvii, ft«a»>alB. 
 
 ilthor parigr: ho ooold aet flfht agataHl tha H 
 
 I of Mar, MBrfrtaat with hlo nnMcHnw, aor H (t) As 
 Id ho oppon tho Daho of Ainrlo, withoat taw H OcvdsB. 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. ] ^j 
 
 
 
 But when our standard was set up, < 
 
 \ 
 
 
 
 So fierce the wind did blaw, Willie, 
 The golden knop down from the top 
 
 ^attk ^f Sljerif =|mui5:. 
 
 
 
 Unto the ground did fa', Willie. 
 
 
 
 
 Then second-sighted Sandy said. 
 
 [This originaUy appeared in a broad-sheet, with 
 
 
 
 We'll do nae gude at a', Willie, 
 
 the title of "A Dialogue between WUl Lickladle 
 
 
 
 WTiile pipers play'd frae right to left, 
 
 and Tom Cleancogue, twa shepherds wha were 
 
 
 
 Fy, furich Whigs awa', Willie. 
 
 feeding their flocks on the Ocliil hills on the day 
 
 
 
 Up and waur, &c. 
 
 the battle of Sheriff-muir was fought." It waa 
 written by the Rev. John Barclay, the founder 
 
 
 
 When brawly they attacked our left. 
 
 of the religious sect called the Bereans, who was 
 
 
 
 Our front, and flank, and a', Willie, 
 
 bom in the parish of MuthUl in 1734, and died in 
 
 
 
 Our bauld commander on the green. 
 
 1798. The tune is called " The Camerons' March" 
 
 
 
 Our faes their left did ca', Willie, 
 
 or " The Cameronian Rant," and is a very quick 
 
 
 
 And there the greatest slaughter made 
 
 reel tune.] 
 
 
 
 That e'er poor Tonald saw, Willie, 
 
 
 
 
 While pipers play'd frae right to left. 
 
 Pray came you here the fight to shun. 
 
 
 
 Fy, furich Whigs awa', Willie. 
 
 Or keep the sheep wi' me, man ? 
 
 
 
 Up and waur, &c. 
 
 Or was you at the Sherra-muir, 
 And did the battle see, man ? 
 
 
 
 First when they saw our Highland mob. 
 
 Pray tell whilk o' the parties wan. 
 
 
 
 They swore they'd slay us a', Willie; 
 
 For weel I wat I Siiw them run 
 
 
 
 And yet ane fyl'd his breeks for fear. 
 
 Both south and north, when they begun 
 
 
 
 And BO did rin awa', WUlie. 
 
 To pell, and meU, and kiU, and fell. 
 
 
 
 We drave them back to Bonnybrigs, 
 
 With muskets snell and pistols kneU, 
 
 
 
 Dragoons, and foot, and a', Willie, 
 
 And some to heU did flee, man. 
 
 
 
 While pipers play'd frae right to left. 
 
 Huh ! hey dum dirrum hey dum dan. 
 
 
 
 Fy, furich Whigs awa', WilUe. 
 
 Huh ! hey dum dirrum dey dan. 
 
 
 
 Up and waur, &c. 
 
 Huh ! hey dum dirrum hey dum dandj". 
 Hey dum dirrum dey dan. 
 
 
 
 But when their general view'd our lines. 
 
 
 
 
 And them in order saw, Willie, 
 
 But, my dear WUl, I kenna stUl 
 
 
 
 He straight did march into the town, 
 
 WhUk 0' the twa did lose, man ; 
 
 
 
 And back his left did draw, Willie. 
 
 For weel I wat they had gude skUl 
 
 
 
 Thus we taught them the better gate 
 
 To set upo' their foes, man. 
 
 
 
 To get a better fa', Willie, 
 
 The redcoats they are train'd, you see. 
 
 
 
 While pipers play'd frae right to left. 
 
 The clans always disdain to flee ; 
 
 
 
 Fy, furich Whigs awa', WUlie. 
 
 Wha then should gain the victory? 
 
 
 
 Up and waur, &e. 
 
 But the Highland race, all in a brace. 
 With a swift pace, to the Whigs' disgrace, 
 
 
 
 And then we rallied on the hills, 
 
 Did put to chase their foes, man. 
 
 
 
 And bravely up did draw, Willie ; 
 
 Huh ! hey dum dirrum, &c. 
 
 
 
 But gin ye speer wha wan the day. 
 
 
 
 
 I'll tell ye what 1 saw, WilUe : 
 
 Now, how deU, Tarn, can this be true f 
 
 
 
 We baith did fight, and baith were beat. 
 
 I saw the chase gae north, man. 
 
 
 
 And baith did rin awa', Willie. 
 
 But weel I wat they did pursue 
 
 
 
 Bo there's my canty Highland sang. 
 
 Them even unto Forth, man. 
 
 
 
 About the thing I saw, WUlie. 
 
 Frae Dunblane they ran, i' my own sight. 
 
 
 
 Up and waur, &c. 
 
 And got o'er the bridge wi' a' their might. 
 And those at Stirling took their flight: 
 Gif only ye had been wi' me. 
 
 
 
 \ 
 
 You had seen them flee, of each degree. 
 For fear to die wi' sloth, man. 
 ^ Huh ! hey dum dirnun, &c. 
 
 
 
 1 
 
172 
 
 FiM Furth onto DandM, mail. 
 TIM Ml wliit gmml iMl BM rida» 
 
 ThiU<taqr« 
 
 For tmr, bjr torn, thtA thtf ■! 
 Adr eosoM o^ bnw, all oiTtef « 
 T«ad« thwk fOiiW d<y* «•, ■ 
 Buhl I 
 
 I «• bat fcw llkt fmkMB 
 Atamag y«a flrfslilid «vw, BMSt 
 
 I taurmjr Lord PumwM b* afada. 
 Or that h*^ tava jort aow, maa. 
 
 For Uwach hla«aem obiy» 
 
 His «oirrrd)7 aominaiia ran a«if , 
 
 For ftar ttw r ' 
 
 8m how they dala» aad « 
 
 nMy0«Marthqn« 
 WofcMiha nflw 
 
 Aad boldly flfht thi 
 Oi«a thMD a tnial to 
 
 HahlhuydaM 
 
 To had a niinMMi tatm, a 
 
 Their mottoM do oar • 
 
 Aad pat «■ to a kM, OMB. 
 Yooni hMT of oi •» botMr OM^ 
 WhoB wt attaok wf BIghlaad taowa. 
 To haah. aad aaaib, and dMl^ aad bralM. 
 Tin tho Md, thoagh bnM. bo an o^^MVMad, 
 But eoat or plaid, wV iiarpwi dMd, 
 
 In thrtr oBold bad, that% BOM, naa. 
 Utth!hiyd 
 
 Twa gMilalo ftao tho flold did roa. 
 
 I^Nda HttBtly aad Saalbrth, man ; 
 They eried aad ma, grim death to ebon, 
 
 ThoM heroM or the north, maa. 
 They're flttM fcr Ibr book or pea. 
 Than ander Man to lead oa men I 
 
 Their kfa« had poM 
 
 ThM eaeh WMg ealM wad 
 
 f I liliiirniiwilliiiiiiinal. 
 
 Aad rent it at the aewa, maa. 
 
 Iluii! h«y4amdlr««M.tab 
 
 M'Orifan they kr off dM etaad. 
 
 • agbtaatMile, 
 riidU«iM»ballliMaiii«yt 
 Aad devt lahe iha ariM K 
 That ony oAoer WH Mt *ilm 
 That laa that degr, aad waa Mt ta-M 
 BthM i^div to or ftMa DMbhmot 
 When Whii aad Tea. te thair tey, 
 Birovo fcr gleey, to oar eorrew, 
 meaedetoeyhaehla. 
 
 Uoh ! hv 4mm dtorvm. *ab 
 
 »attb of ^erif .^ttir. 
 
 [mill 
 
 toJol 
 aad whkh, at wOl bo eeoB, iB *a 
 
 O, OAH* yo boN the ftcht to el 
 Or herd the iteop wl' mo, I 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. I73 
 
 
 I saw the battle, aair and teuch, w Now wad ye sing thU double flight. 
 
 
 
 And reekin' red ran mony a sheuch ; 
 
 Some fell for wrang, and some for right ; 
 
 
 
 My heart, for fear, ga'e sough for sough. 
 
 And mony bade the world gude night; 
 
 
 
 To hear the thuds, and see the cluds. 
 
 Say pell and mell, wi' muskets' knell. 
 
 
 
 0' clans frae wuds, in tartan duds. 
 
 How Tories fell, and Whigs to heU 
 
 
 
 Wha glaum 'd at kingdoms three, man. 
 
 Flew afif in fritrhted bands, man. 
 
 
 
 The red-coat lads, wi' black cockades. 
 
 
 
 
 To meet them were na slaw, man; 
 
 
 
 
 They rush'd, and push'd, and bluid out-gush'd. 
 And mony a bouk did fa', man : 
 
 ^|e lit^gatf W>xi%. 
 
 
 
 The great Argjie led on his files. 
 
 [Alexander Rodger.— Air, " The Cameronian 
 
 
 
 I wat they glanced twenty miles ; 
 
 Rant."— The Drygate Brig is a small bridge in 
 
 
 
 They hough 'd the clans like nine-pin kyles ; 
 
 the north-east and most ancient district of the 
 
 
 
 They hack'd and hash'd, while broadswords clash 'd. 
 
 city of Glasgow, which over-arches the fiar-famed 
 
 
 
 And through they dash'd, and hew'd and smashed. 
 
 Molendinar burn.] 
 
 
 
 Till fey men died awa', man. 
 
 
 
 
 But had you seen the philabegs. 
 
 And skj-rin' tartan trews, man. 
 When in the teeth they daur'd our Whigs 
 
 And covenant true -blues, man: 
 In lines extended lang and large. 
 When bayonets opposed the targe. 
 And thousjmds hasten'd to the charge : 
 Wi' Highland wrath, they frae the sheath 
 Drew blades 0' death, till, out 0' breatli. 
 
 Last Monday night, at sax o'clock. 
 
 To Mirran Gibb's I went, man. 
 To snuff, an' crack, an' toom the cap. 
 
 It was my haJe intent, man : 
 So down I sat an' pried the yill. 
 Syne luggit out my sneeshin mill. 
 An' took a pinch wi' right good will, 
 0' beggar's brown, (the best in town,) 
 Then sent it roun' about the room, 
 
 
 
 They fled like frighted doos, man. 
 
 To gi'e ilk ane a scent, man. 
 
 
 
 how deil, Tam, can that be true ? 
 
 The sneeshin' mill, the cap gaed round, 
 
 
 
 The chase gaed frae the north, man ; 
 
 The joke, the crack an' a', man, 
 
 
 
 I saw mysell, they did pursue 
 
 'Bout markets, trade and daily ncMrs, 
 
 
 
 The horsemen back to Forth, man ; 
 
 To wear the time awa', man ; 
 
 
 
 And at Dunblane, in my ain sight. 
 
 Ye never saw a blither set. 
 
 
 
 They took the brig wi' a' their might. 
 
 0' queer auld- fashion 'd bodies met. 
 
 
 
 And straight to StWing wing'd their flight; 
 
 For fient a grain 0' pride nor pet. 
 
 
 
 fiut, cursed lot ! the gates were shut. 
 
 Nor eating care gat footing there. 
 
 
 
 And mony a huntit puir red-coat 
 
 But friendship rare, aye found sincere. 
 
 
 
 For fear amaist did swarf, man. 
 
 An' hearts without a flaw, man. 
 
 
 
 My sister Kate cam' up the gate. 
 
 To cringing courtiers, kings may blaw. 
 
 
 
 Wi' crowdie unto me, man ; 
 
 How rich they are an' great, man. 
 
 
 
 She swore she saw some rebels run 
 
 But kings could match na us at a'. 
 
 
 
 Frae Perth unto Dundee, man : 
 
 Wi' a' their regal state, man ; 
 
 
 
 Their left-hand general had nae skill. 
 
 For Mirran's swats, sae brisk and fell. 
 
 
 
 The Angus lads had nae guid-will 
 
 An' Turner's snuff, sae sharp an' snell. 
 
 
 
 That day their neebours' bluid to spill ; 
 
 Made ilk ane quite forget himsel'. 
 
 
 
 For fear, by foes, that they should lose 
 
 Made young the auld, infl.amed the cauld. 
 
 
 
 Their cogs 0' brose, they scared at blows. 
 
 
 
 
 And hameward fast did flee, man. 
 
 1 That daur'd the power o' fate, man. 
 
 
 
 They've lost some gallant gentlemen 
 
 But what axe a' sic mighty schemes, 
 
 
 
 Amang the Highland clans, man ; 
 
 When ance the spell is broke, man ? 
 
 
 
 1 fear my Lord. Panmure is slain. 
 
 1 A set o* maut-inspired whims, 
 
 
 
 Or in his enemies' hands, man. { 
 
 ', That end in perfect smoke, man. 
 
 
 
 
174 
 
 
 WkM ttMi niglit kte, I took tiw gait. 
 
 I dotting eom' awB\ wmn. 
 
 The win' begui to blow, i 
 Wtam I evD' to tbo Dimto Brff. 
 TiM %in' blow aff My fiM taowB wit. 
 That whMod Kta ««f wkk«i%, 
 A* ap H flow, oat e^ ny vlow. 
 White I ttood glowTfn', wadb* Uao, 
 
 Wl' wido ojrtondcd jow, man. 
 
 Tlinuig poatrin' wl' nj alaff, i 
 
 ▲a* AaOod oqr ploklo niia; a 
 HjotaffooK 
 Aavhlft mj a 
 Whllknitod 
 Bat wlMT tt flow. 1 Dovor kMW, 
 Tot Mir I no thk oiaffc ■• blai^ 
 
 ItlooksaMfl 
 
 ToormlttklMidboM 
 4a' 9«t, a qaomr aalla iltK 
 
 I trow JO aofov aw, BMB. 
 I*vo ttvod tUr flftriwa aa* sMrir, 
 
 My wtff flow afl; I tint nj itafl; 
 I •kaO'd mj matB, I pool*d oqr loo4; 
 Aa* btak mj moot aa' a% OMa. 
 
 Sow wad yo proflt bgr my loa? 
 Thoo tak* adrleo tnm no, OMa, 
 
 Ob ftnaoi e* bariqr bioo, naa ; 
 Vor dflak eaa hoHi a BMn HM high. 
 A* mak* bli kMid inalil ftoaeh tko okjr, 
 Bat down ho toinhki Iqr-^ui'-fey, 
 Wf tie a thad, inaag olaaoo aa' mad. 
 That all itt guld. If dirt an' Maid 
 
 Bo a' he hoo to dm, num. 
 
 If arrraa bj Jomm Lowa, aa tf i w of ** Maty'o 
 
 ■fMiwMM 
 
 F»DaiJ«y»ii« |l ili1l l i IHr , 
 
 Aad ftaai a ifrfBf wMMrt flMf t 
 I aoaao ly C^vlMa^ bamMm ki 
 Tool^taiyOnwiilki^liiiiiii, 
 Aai flfo IkM iim ■>!>■■ Ifc 
 
 L 
 
 [Tn kMBlIM iaao «r«*Mi«B QmHo- hm 
 kooM oftwi ortmioiia^i ■— ftai toOwiaM, a — t- 
 oal uwBiinMi wha Mood la tho oaftf P«t of tho 
 la««0Btai7. BatMlitoboftMndtaiapakltea. 
 
 TaaM^-whora ttb oaDod *'TlM Boom oCOkHM.- 
 ThoeldwardiaTCMppaood tokoloot. ThoM. 
 lowk^Bppo ar In Boid^ O nJltol i w i. XTTI, batky 
 wlH« aathor io ftol kaowa.] 
 
 My OoHb kUi no oooaa away. 
 
 b tho ohonao oTIooo divloy. 
 
 T» own nqr l0«at mM UHi aif owaia. 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 175 
 
 No longer can my heart conceal 
 
 The painful pleasing flame I feel. 
 
 My soul retorts the am'rous strain. 
 
 And echoes back in love again ; 
 
 Where lurks my songster ? fi-om what grove 
 
 Does Colin pour his notes of love ? 
 
 O bring me to the happy bow'r, 
 
 "Where mutual love may bliss secure. 
 
 Ye vocal hills that catch the song, 
 Repeating, as it flies along. 
 To Colin's ear my strain convey. 
 And say, I haste to come away. 
 Ye zephyrs soft that fen the gale. 
 Waft to my love the soothing tale ; 
 In whispers all my soul express. 
 And tell, I haste his arms to bless. 
 
 II. 
 
 [Written by Richard Hewit, who, when 
 very young, was engaged by the blind poet, Br. 
 Blacklock, as his guide and amanuensis. Hewit 
 subsequently became secretary to Lord Milton, 
 and died in 1794. He was a native of Cumber- 
 land.] 
 
 'TwAs in that season of the year. 
 When all things gay and sweet appear. 
 That Colin, with the morning ray. 
 Arose and sung his rural lay. 
 Of Nannie's charms the shepherd sung : 
 The hills and dales with Nannie rung : 
 While Roslin Castle heard the swain. 
 And echoed back his cheerful strain. 
 
 Awake, sweet muse ! The breathing spring 
 With rapture warms : awake, and sing 
 Awake and join the vocal throng. 
 And liail the morning with a song : 
 To Nannie raise the cheerful lay ; 
 O, bid her haste and come away 
 In sweetest smiles herself adorn. 
 And add new graces to the mora ! 
 
 O look, my love ! on every spray 
 A feather'd warbler tunes his lay ; 
 'Tis beauty fires the ravish'd throng. 
 And love inspires the melting song: 
 Then let the raptured notes arise : 
 For beauty darts from Nannie's eyes ; 
 And love my rising bosom warms. 
 And fills my soul with sweet alarms. 
 
 Oh, come, my love ! Thy Colin's lay 
 
 With rapture calls : O, come away I 
 
 Come, while the muse this wreath shall twine 
 
 Around that modest brow of thine. 
 
 O I hither haste, and with thee bring 
 
 That beauty blooming like the spring. 
 
 Those graces that divinely shine. 
 
 And charm this ravish'd heart of mine 1 
 
 ®J)ie gkiDm^ miglt. 
 
 [Written by Burns to tlie tune of " Roslin 
 Castle." It was afterwards set to music by hia 
 fi-iend Allan Masterton, and called " The bonnie 
 banks of Ayr." " I had been for some time," 
 says the poet, " skulking from covert to covert, 
 under all the terrors of a jail, as some ill-advised 
 people had uncoupled the merciless pack of the 
 law at my heels. I had taken the last farewell of 
 my few friends; my chest was on the road to 
 Greenock; and I had composed the last song I 
 should ever measure in Caledonia — ' The gloomy 
 night is gathering fast,' — when a letter from Dr. 
 Blacklock to a friend of mine overthrew all my 
 schemes, by opening new prospects to my ambi- 
 tion." Professor Walker completes the sketch 
 from materials supplied by the Poet : " Burns had 
 left Dr. Lawrie's family after a visit, which he 
 expected to be the last, and on his way home had 
 to cross a wide stretch of solitary moor. His mind 
 was strongly affected by parting for ever with a 
 scene where he had tasted so much elegant and 
 social pleasure, and depressed by the contrasted 
 gloom of his prospects : the aspect of nature har- 
 monised with his feelings ; it was a lowering and 
 heavy evening in the end of autumn. The wind 
 was up and whistled through tlie rushes and long 
 spear-grass which bent before it. The clouds were 
 driving across the sky ; and cold pelting showers 
 at intervals added discomfort of body and cheer- 
 lessness of mind. Under these circumstances, and 
 in this frame. Burns composed this poem."] 
 
 The gloomy night is gath'ring fast, 
 Loud roars the wild inconstant blast. 
 Yon murky cloud is foul with rain, 
 I see it driving o'er the plain. 
 The hunter now has left the moor, 
 The scatter'd coveys meet secure. 
 While here I wander, prest witli core, 
 ; Along the lonely banks of Ayr. 
 
176 
 
 9f Mi^ WtUtKt* nVMfi tOffBJ 
 ACMM h« piMM MOM Ay 
 
 A» Mi fbs mmll^ tnipail 4r i 
 f blood to bMT It mv*. 
 
 IniMtdMi^ 
 Fkr <k«ai tiM boBBl* iMUiks oT Att. 
 
 Tto not that iktal, dMdljr dbon: 
 TiMwgfa dMtk te amy dbupa « 
 
 ttailtMf 
 a of Ayr. 
 
 To Imiti th* boonte !■ 
 
 ^OldODllA^h 
 
 Thaa 
 
 Panning pMfty v^appgr lova f ' 
 F Mi ipJ I , —y IH iaii , fcim il l , — y torn. 
 My p«Mt wHk *M, my l0*« witli thw I 
 Thtbtmngtof mylwMt fl ii hm 
 rM«««D tte bouto teate «r Ayr. 
 
 Saarff Gti* 
 
 Teto»«IilMi.k«a 
 Bmtkmmttmtfmmai, 
 
 [ran li aObckMiy iMMatlai 
 
 tiMlMtenftasy. Itbih— talu haw M 
 Vol. L Bbhm aq« or R datt **lt li a 
 
 TIm aoaspoav «r 
 itkorortbiwat* 
 
 A* Jamto Gay furd Uytbi hh way. 
 
 Aloof tho banks of TwMd t 
 A bonny laK, ai aw waa, 
 
 Oama trtpptat o'totha HMad i 
 ThB baarty iwain, antaasht to Men, 
 
 TiM bosom nymph anayM : 
 And ftaD oTglM, aa lad ooald ba. 
 
 OW MO and tela, anv platai aiii oiK 
 UtktmaR«ytkay«<Bti 
 
 And M llMy a«JM. flTlMa tiMf mft^ 
 Andii|B«Mikto« 
 
 And now Ika MB bnd mm to noen, 
 
 (IWaanMliarklipnir^.) 
 WkM to a An* tMr atopa tlMgr mm 
 
 T» pMi tka mld-dny hoar: 
 Tha bonny lad raw^ In Ub phJd, 
 
 And ha to 0Bi« to town. 
 
 9Mt<i« 
 
 Tham^ Hilhhn oan flmaano«r,myioelHgnia«v 
 Portom I Mifa4lli«, aat thh li my Mmia. 
 Baato, haata» Biy daar loahiar, to ma baak a^aln. 
 
 Daar laaiy, ton, why 17 thinaaO 
 Then haatly wand*nat ben > 
 
 If jr awaa, aha aqr<At aia atiaylag wtda; 
 Qm'it toa ma, lnddy» when ? 
 
 Wojlii I ml 
 
 It aakm ma to dfh, 1 from toan 
 ml wU my danr Jaohqr vMmnM fc 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. ^I^^ 
 
 
 But hope shall sustain me, nor will I despair. ^ 
 
 
 
 He promis'd he would in a fortnight be here ; 
 
 
 
 
 On fond expectation my wishes I'll feast. 
 For love, my dear Jockey, to Jenny will haste : 
 
 ^ftie %mn'^ ^uluU. 
 
 
 
 Then, fareweU, each care, and adieu, each vain 
 
 
 
 
 sigh, 
 
 [Burns, while he admired the air of " Deil tak' 
 
 
 
 Who'll then be so blest or so happy as I ; 
 
 the wars," thought the words of Tom D'Urfey a 
 
 
 
 I'll sing on the meadows, and alter my strain. 
 
 poor imitation of Scottish song, as indeed they 
 
 
 
 When Jocky returns to my arms back again. 
 
 are, and wTote the following stanzas to the same 
 tune, for Thomson's collection. The heroine was 
 Miss Philadelphia Macmurdo.] 
 
 
 
 Mnl U¥ m hm^. 
 
 Slkep'st thou or wak'st thou, fairest creature ? 
 
 Rosy morn now lifts his eye. 
 Numbering Uka bud which Nature 
 
 Waters wi' the tears of joy : 
 
 
 
 [The fine old Scotch air that goes by this name 
 
 Now through the leafy woods. 
 
 
 
 will be found in Play ford's collection Of Scotch 
 
 And by the reeking floods. 
 
 
 
 tunes published in 1698. The words are supposed 
 
 Wild Nature's tenants freely, gladly stray; 
 
 
 
 to be by Tom D'Urfey. They appear in the first 
 
 The lintwhite in his bower 
 
 
 
 edition of his " Pills to Purge Melancholy".] 
 
 Chants o'er the breathing flower; 
 The laverock to the sky 
 
 
 
 Deil tak' the wars that hurried Billy firom me. 
 
 Ascends wi' sangs of joy. 
 
 
 
 Who to love me just had sworn ; 
 
 While the sun and thou arise, to bless the day. 
 
 
 
 They made him captain sure to undo me— 
 
 
 
 
 Woe's me he'll ne'er return. 
 
 Phoebus gilding the brow o' morning. 
 
 
 
 A thousand loons abroad will fight him. 
 
 Banishes ilka darksome shaile. 
 
 
 
 He from thousands ne'er will run. 
 
 Nature gladdening and adorning; 
 
 
 
 Day and night I did invite him. 
 
 Such to me my lovely maid. 
 
 
 
 To stay at home from sword and gun. 
 
 When absent frae my fair. 
 
 
 
 I us'd alluring graces. 
 
 The murky shades o' care; 
 
 
 
 With muckle kind embraces. 
 
 With s'.arless gloom o'ercast my sullen sky ; 
 
 
 
 Now sighing, then crying, tears dropping fall; 
 
 But when, in beauty's light. 
 
 
 
 And had he my soft arms 
 
 She meets my ravished sight. 
 
 
 
 Preferr'd to war's alarms. 
 
 When through my very heart 
 
 
 
 Jly love grown mad, aU for my bonnie lad. 
 
 Her beaming glories dart ; 
 
 
 
 1 fear in my fit I had granted all. 
 
 'Tis then I wake to life, to light, to joy. 
 
 
 
 I wash'd and I patch'd, to mak' me look provok- 
 ing 
 
 
 
 
 mgj 
 Snares that they told me would catch the men. 
 And on my head a huge commode sat poking, 
 JVTiich made me show as tall again ; 
 
 i^m% ^m^u i^nmf. 
 
 
 
 For a new gown too I paid muckle money. 
 
 
 
 
 Which with golden flow'rs did shine ; 
 
 [This was another song which Burns wrote to 
 
 
 
 My love well might think me gay and bonny. 
 
 the tune of "Deil tak' the wars," and sent to 
 
 
 
 No Scots lass was e'er so fine. 
 
 Thomson's collection. Jean Lorimer, the " lassie 
 
 
 
 My petticoat I spotted. 
 
 wi- the lint-white loclcs," was the subject of the 
 
 
 
 Fringe too with thread I knotted. 
 
 song.] 
 
 
 
 Lace shoes, and silk hose, garter full over knee ; 
 
 
 
 
 But oh! the fatal thought. 
 
 Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion 
 
 
 
 To Billy these are nought; 
 
 Round the wealthy, titled bride: 
 
 
 
 
 But when compared with real passion. 
 
 
 
 W hen he, silly loon, might have plundered me . ^ 
 
 ; Poor Is all that princely pride. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
178 
 
 HOOTTUB SOMOa. 
 
 What aw tli> »■% pli—irw ? 
 Tb* gay (Midj gtu* of vanity aail art : 
 Tte polUb'd invtlii Uaa* 
 Magr draw tb* woodtliiff taat, 
 ▲ad eoofUr gnuMtoor bffgbt 
 
 iCblerk 
 Id dmpUdty*! anajr ( 
 hotttjmyooitrwwmiaptaiat a omm la, 
 ShilBkliit ftm tha fiaa oTdiV? 
 O thm, tha hMVt ata)Hfe« 
 And aU iwiiliwi ilMiirini, 
 In lov«% daUfMU kMM ihi ahalH Iht « 
 
 Tte iratk or what to IM iM. 
 
 ▲adfooBlBttlalwMa 
 
 Tbo woridH lmp«WI crown, 
 Evan Availeo weald diay 
 Bkwonlilpp^Mtr. 
 And ftvl Ouwtth rTry vohi Lofo% t 
 
 SiltiKinn. 
 
 wblehtnlw^teaaoldM^PBfclylaiJoanOfcaaa 
 of FaaayoaWty Bvt^ fer bmi^ Mly yvnoaa of 
 thoBawM of TiitniiH laliiHiBl. SrJoka 
 waiBMMli vmid la ■■HjrtlK Mi oifcwlM 
 •wwwgMifcod B««iilalim Joha Ctok of 
 Bdla. tka wrikor of Iko wiai^ •• Vanl IMhi^ 
 waa hk na, and ho WBO ooMMfaaatfr fnaiiilkv 
 of tholalaoeoontrfc LovdBdla. Ao aai« Inl 
 •ppoand la **TIm CharaMr," Utebvck, ITU, 
 VoL XL. bat wUboat tba laot vona, wUoli WM 
 oftcrwardaaddod bjr tb* aatbor.] 
 
 Mannv aMf tbo amid bo • 
 
 AadtetktkMwMploalr 
 Offood hHd oaboa Mt adllHr I 
 
 Good rffno an HMoi, aqr fl 
 
 Forfcaldiqraadlilrdof 
 Bo^aiob' 
 
 Andaawaadll 
 TaliVharoa 
 
 Ho flUa borfdo a flhaa baulk 
 
 For fgal daj aad Idr day 
 
 Hon ay* bri^li« «m kori 
 Baa ayo a ponay ki bb paao 
 
 Aad gla riio plMMo, a good bl cbooN^ 
 Aad bnapa of jaOow batt». 
 
 Wboa Jando ftnl did woe no, 
 I oplerM what wao bk calllaff I 
 
 7alr maU, M7I ba, O eona aad Mo^ 
 To>» wt k omo to a^ JwoDiag: 
 
 Wkb aal^taawa ab bo talk bk taK 
 WUob i«M kba a^v tb- aamr < 
 
 Wkaai bo a bfcir-a poMy tkbif. 
 Whoa a arfUar Bfw ae l^tf r 
 
 (A »a*— rrofaaoMoi ^i liilaJokaeeal 
 >,rwtll.l7aL TboakkoM^aad «■• 
 
 HBT.fhodM^a 
 
 Daoty wao tbo oeal. 
 
 DMty waa tba kki. 
 Tfeat I gat (hM tbo minor ' 
 
 Boy, tbo dotty nOWr. 
 
 AadUodaotyaMki 
 Loooo BO oa the oalBag 
 
 Iinittodaolypo< 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 179 
 
 nUs the dusty peck, 
 Brings the dusty oiler : 
 
 I wad gi'e my coatie 
 For the dusty miller. 
 
 JEg ^i^lifie uuh mt. 
 
 From "The Gaber- 
 
 [Jamks Ballantine.- 
 lunzie'3 Wallet."] 
 
 O NATURE is bonnie and blythsome to see, 
 Wi' the gowd on her brow, an' the light in her e'e ; 
 An' sweet is her summer sang rollin* in glee. 
 As it thrills the heart-strings o' my fiddle and me. 
 
 When the young morning blinks through araang 
 
 the black cluds. 
 An' the southland breeze rustles out through the 
 green wuds ; 
 The lark in the lift, and the raerl on the tree, 
 Baith strike the key-note to my fiddle an' me. 
 
 When amang the crisp heather upon the hill-side. 
 Mine e'e fu* o' rapture, my soul fu' o" pride; 
 The wee heather-lintie an' wild hinny-bee 
 A' join in the strain wi' my fiddle an' me. 
 
 When daunderin'at e'en doun the dark dowie dells. 
 
 To cheer the wee gowans, an' charm the wee bells — 
 
 The sweet purling rill wimples doun to the sea. 
 
 Dancing light to the notes o' my fiddle an' me. 
 
 At kirn or at weddin', at tryst or at fair. 
 There's nae saul-felt music unless we be there ; 
 Wi' a spark in my heart, an' a drap in my e'e. 
 The vera floor loups to my fiddle an' me. 
 
 E'en now when the cauld drift sweeps ower the 
 bleak hill. 
 
 An' mony stout hearts sink beneath the fell chill. 
 What keeps my puir callant alive on my knee. 
 But twa-three blythe staves frae my fiddle and 
 
 My fiddle's my life-spring, my fiddle's my a'. 
 She clings to me close when a' else are awa' ; 
 
 Time may force friends to part, he may wyle 
 faes to gree. 
 
 Death only can part my auld fiddle an' me. ^, 
 
 ^mU^xtmL 
 
 [Written by Alex. Wilson of Paisley, the 
 author of "Watty and Meg," and the great 
 ornithologist of America. This was a youthful 
 production of Wilson's, and seems to have been 
 occasioned by certain inhospitable treatment 
 which he had received at Auchtertool, a small 
 village in Fifeshire, while travelling the country 
 as a pedlar. His experience of the fatigues of a 
 pedlar's life, and of the indignities to which it was 
 occasionally exposed, was only fitting him all the 
 better for his afterwards glorious career — when he 
 had to travel through immeasurable tracts of the 
 woods of America, in search of his favourite birds, 
 and subject himself to the unsympathising rude- 
 ness of the early settlers there, who could not 
 comprehend the enthusiasm, or be brought to 
 patronize the exertions, of the young naturalist. 
 The song is marked, in the volume of his poems 
 published at Paisley in 1790, to the tune of " One 
 bottle more."] 
 
 From the village of Lesly with a heart full of glee. 
 And my pack on my shoulders, I rambled out free, 
 Resolved that same evening, as Luna was full. 
 To lodge ten miles distant, in old Auchtertool. 
 
 Through many a lone cottage and farm-house I 
 
 steer'd. 
 Took their money, and off with my budget I sheer'dj 
 The road I explored out, without form or rule. 
 Still asking the nearest to old Auchtertool. 
 
 A clown I accosted. Inquiring the road. 
 
 He stared like an idiot, then roar'd out, " Gude 
 
 G-d! 
 Gin ye're ga'n there for quarters, ye're surely a fool, 
 For there's nought but starvation in auld Auch- 
 tertool !" 
 
 Unminding his nonsense, my march I pursued. 
 Till I came to a hill top, where joyful I view'd. 
 Surrounded with mountains, and many a white 
 
 pool. 
 The small smoky village of old Auchtertool. 
 
 At length 1 arrived at the edge of the town, 
 As Phoebus behind a high mountain went down ; 
 The clouds gather'd dreary, and weather blew foul , 
 And I hugg'd myself safe now in old Auchtertool. 
 
180 
 
 ▲n inn I biqnlnd art, a 
 
 Porikta 
 
 •* I M^v kspc rie lodcMS IB Mid AMMirtoaL- 
 
 With Mora X toon left her to Ih* OB ter vrM*i 
 Bat, MUag. WM told, thov WM neo* dH b«M^ 
 Kaevpi aa old Wmnr, who aawfctptaw l i n o l , 
 
 TehkmaailoB la 
 U« op'd. bat u aooB a* I dand to taapiaia, 
 U« ■hat it Uki thaadv. aad nn«^ a kawi, 
 ThatnmtthwrtacfcaanwrafaM iaihlBlnni 
 
 Piufuhad BOW to fuff tito I^iw i l B te I aanl* 
 Aad oAr^ to cadid tha wntoh, ir ha dant: 
 Bat tha door ha fhat bolted, the Boraaa blew cool, 
 Aad Ml na aU Mendleea la old AaehtartooL 
 
 Ota 
 
 ahawa 
 
 ■pMft^taadtfgliha^) 
 rritalMllBMitolM, 
 MialWl ddlgiyh . 
 b Ika a>M hamfl^ ha •Waap^ 
 Wa Man aa «• aaew tad ana hhB, 
 So Btab^ ta eapen aad laapa, 
 ToB woald n*«r that aoBM davO «aa la hta 
 Tb aaaiWi hia hadh aa aivan. 
 
 Diprlvad oTaD riMll 
 Till I earn* to a nla'd old hoaw Igr Ita read I 
 Hera tta night I will ■paad,BDd,laapind fegr ttaoiri, 
 ini amd up aooM pnvara fcr oM Aaahlvtool. 
 
 9fte Group. 
 
 [Bt Aus. WtiMi ar VhMiy. IWaa^ '*PMr 
 Laaria.**— Wa !>«• thk as eoa««3iaf aa ' 
 tag diatoh of Wlbaa^ 
 waa tta poor waarar aai< 
 of hhnarif IB tta Ian 
 
 laBtlOM *'tta WBBt of 
 
 Bihary, thows how BtHa ha kaaw of 1 
 ta had a gnat ohfaei to toBtoad fer.] 
 
 OoMS All ap tta bowl, nf bnna bojik! 
 
 And roond kt M drda tta tNMBto 
 Baoal mygoodfcnowa,r<>oltol 
 
 For here la a Ibantata of pl eaa are. 
 And while tta Ug bompar doth pMt. 
 
 Old Baeebaa ihaU never eoofoond BM : 
 ru drink, and, toilwwa avaiy glaan. 
 
 Loud roar of the wlti that auroaad m% 
 And bring thdreadi talent to view. 
 
 Iraprtmli. Here dtibjBiy aide, 
 A hamYooa Toong aoa of tta naaaa, 
 
 Wta lord o'er oar paatoea can tide, 
 Aad wind ttam wtanear ta etaaea. 
 
 BtoltalaMoitoalavar. 
 rhaftO«pM*MliH»gltohhB wtap^ 
 Aad toata feki Mi MiMr kr aew, 
 Da kari tta haaaMto aad brftaa. 
 
 Sow a(Bhk« Ita «W to dMM aas 
 Tat —wllMi ta% BiiBiBlhUi WBto, 
 
 Btojojaaiattaaa 
 And hia aiiBB7 tta waat ofaBibMli 
 To altaib to tta Botlaa ortek. 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 181 
 
 
 But round with the liquor, my boys ! 
 
 ' A bairn in her bosom I lay a' the night. 
 
 
 
 •Tis folly to languish repining; 
 
 When there, neither bogles nor ghaists could me 
 
 
 
 To swell up the tide of our joys. 
 
 fright; 
 
 
 
 This brimmer was sent us so shining. 
 
 When yamm'rin', she hush'd me to sleep on her 
 
 
 
 Since blockheads and asses grow rich. 
 
 knee: 
 
 
 
 And modesty murders the wearer. 
 
 ! whae'er can compare wi' my mammy to me ? 
 
 
 
 If Merit must cower in the ditch. 
 
 
 
 
 May she still have a bumper to cheer her. 
 
 Fu' aft in her face I ha'e look'd up fu' fain. 
 
 
 
 And raise her poor head to the skies. 
 
 WhUe fondly she clasp'd me and croon'd some 
 auld strain. 
 
 
 
 
 And aften the saut tear wad start to my e'e : 
 They were waesome, the sangs o' my mammy, to 
 
 
 
 ril Wt tiu, ^unu. 
 
 me. 
 
 
 
 
 ! yes, 1 ha'e grat for the twa bonnie weans 
 
 . 
 
 
 [From a collection of Poems published in 1836, 
 
 The wee robins cover'd wi' leaves wi' sic pains : 
 
 
 
 entitled "The Sea N>-mph's Wake, and other 
 
 And still, like a sunbeam that glints o'er the sea. 
 
 
 
 Poems: by Robert Hamilton." Mr. Hamilton 
 
 The auld sangs C my mammy return back to me. 
 
 
 
 was subsequently resident in New York, and 
 
 
 
 
 editor there of a popular monthly miscellany. 
 
 When sickness o'ercam' me, she watch'd late and 
 
 
 
 callPd "The Ladies' Companion."] 
 
 air. 
 If open'd my dull e'e, I aye saw her there ; 
 
 
 
 I'LL lo'e thee, Annie, while the dew 
 
 When roses my pale cheeks o'erspread, blythe was 
 
 
 
 In siller bells hings on the tree; 
 
 she— 
 
 
 
 Or while the burnie's waves o' blue 
 
 ! whae'er was sae kind as my mammy to me ? 
 
 
 
 Rin wimplin' to the rowin* sea. 
 
 
 
 
 I'll lo'e thee while the gowan mild 
 
 Lang, lang I'll remember the days that are gane. 
 
 
 
 Its crimson fringe spreads on the lea ; 
 
 Since first I could lisp mam' and toddle my lane; 
 
 
 
 "While blooms the heather in the wild— 
 
 Though sair I be toss'd upon life's troubled sea. 
 
 
 
 Oh! Annie, I'll be true to thee. 
 
 Yet my heart, will aye cling wi' affection to thee. 
 W. G. B, 
 
 
 
 I'll lo'e thee while the Untie sings 
 
 
 
 
 His sang o' love on whinny brae ; 
 
 
 
 
 I'll lo'e thee while the crystal springs 
 Glint in the gowden gleams o' day; 
 
 ms Pfggg'a §M«. 
 
 
 
 I'll lo'e thee while there's licht aboon. 
 
 
 
 
 And stars to stud the breast o' sky ; 
 
 [Writtkn by Burns in 1787, for Johnson's 
 
 
 
 I'll lo'e thee till life's day is done. 
 
 Museum, but not brought out there till the last 
 
 
 
 And bless thee wl' my latest sigh. 
 
 volume. Mr. Grcorge Thomson inserted it in the 
 3d vol. of the 1st edition of his collection, chiing- 
 ing the name "Peggy" to that of "Mary," and 
 directing the song to be sung to the tune of " The 
 
 
 
 img JEammg, 
 
 Ewie wi' the crooked horn." The heroine of the 
 song was Miss Margaret Chalmers, youngest 
 daughter of James Chalmers, Esq. of Fingland, 
 
 
 
 [This song, to the tune of " Contented wl' little 
 
 and one of the poet's most confidential female 
 
 
 
 and cantie wl' mair," or, as it was more anciently 
 
 correspondents. She married, in Dec. 1788, Lewis 
 
 
 
 called, "Lumps o' puddin'," is here printed for 
 
 Hay, Esq. Edinburgh, and afterwards long resided 
 
 
 
 the first time.] 
 
 in the south of France.] 
 
 
 
 Ilk ane now-a-days brags awa' 'bout his dear. 
 
 My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form. 
 
 
 
 And praises her ripe lips and bright een sae clear; 
 
 The frost of hermit age might warm; 
 
 
 
 But neither the ripe lip nor bonnie blue e'e 
 
 My Peggy's worth, my Peggy's mind. 
 
 
 
 Can compare wi' the blink o' my mammy to me. { 
 
 ; Might charm the first of human kind. 
 
 
 
189 
 
 1 low flij Paarfe aafri air, 
 B» ftM ■> tnOjr hwrnlr Ihlr. 
 Hot attht gme* w ««M ofart. 
 
 n* Wg^ kot, Um roM^ d|V, 
 Tkt ktadli^ faHtra of an ey* i 
 Wka bsl owm tibiir nagle fwi 
 
 Tka 
 Tha 
 The gmtle look, that faft 
 
 S&txatjbalUn'K ftsnunt. 
 
 B«,WriMMlkfl 
 
 (TualMi 
 
 Jm 
 
 Hiif li to Tmom aflw tha battit ot 
 «kanklaftlhar«M*aa. "Thaalr.-Hva 
 "li IIM aonpoillteB flf OM ar tka ««vtMi 
 
 ipvosta Oi JaaoMlMBt wa asiaM I 
 voitfiaiidalrtoCliatMMM. lb toB Ika awti 
 ar iMt. aaaapt «IM Biy paarfaM ««• kMtotf I 
 BriiaMdaaMa^mrJai 
 
 by wy af afaa fa t^airflt." ) 
 
 BawBag taiBpaM^ anv aw Hwai 
 TarMd tanauta, wtetnr aarrfBag, 
 
 Cbywal itiMnHli, jwtjy ttoajafc 
 
 t0eloatf •* toinff flnii. 
 
 [Warm* ty Bvmaa to ITS fer . 
 
 Ta faOaato MgM, I rate la rigkt. 
 
 B a w aia a'' b a —i a A— i 
 !!■ toiaiV ftwa toa fti' af gtaab, 
 
 Taar iMBrt *a am tnpaa. 
 
 BarAtoliHhitiMawaai 
 iMJImptj laaad, kar faatj oBlM. 
 yyaaishttvaB. 
 
 Toatli. g*ae», and lava, atbrntant ■«««. 
 ▲ad pteMaia kaia tka vaa 1 
 
 Bolt not aajr tUttnetad Bilad. 
 
 la tha eaoat Of rifkl aap^id. 
 Wroogi IfOarioM to ladiaat. 
 
 CftenA 09tttent. 
 
 CTM Mhmli^ la aa awly pfodoctioa or Taoa A* 
 CAarraaix, aatbor of ika ** Plaaaaiaa at Uof,- 
 b«l la Mt hMtodad to a^r aallaetod adMaa ar hia 
 wariatkaAwakMwat Iltoadaftof 
 
 •1 
 
 Batthahai 
 BbIiiI wbaal haa drHaa o-ar aa. 
 
 Hot a hopa that daia attend, 
 Tha wUa world to all batea aa- 
 
 B«t a irarU wlihoat a IHaad i 
 
 O Onava Ooatmt! at Cbj moai ■atWH MtHma, 
 I woold an tha gay hopaa oT my baaeok lailgB/— 
 f avaald part with ambltloa thy aotaiy to bt, 
 Aad toMiha aot a tww bat to ftiaadahlg and tk«a> 
 
 Batdqrpn 
 
 appMuiftotoaiif 
 
 ^•r. 
 
 Uk>tkagDld« w lea r ' J otoa d a»tka<atgBaftkaaty; 
 Ko laaHa that haiWi as tka graan arfltov ma 
 la aa ibart M tta MDlla af tky Ikvoar to ma. 
 
^ 1 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. J 33 
 
 
 In the pulse of my heart I have nourish'd a care, ^ ! gin I were where Gadle ring. 
 
 
 
 That forbids me thy sweet inspiration to share; 
 
 Where Gadie rins— where Gadie rins. 
 
 
 
 The noon of my youth slow departing I see. 
 
 ! gin I were where Gadie rins, 
 
 
 
 But its years as they pass bring no tidings of thee. 
 
 Bv the foot 0' Bennachie! 
 
 
 
 Cherub Content ! at thy moss-cover'd shrine. 
 
 
 
 
 I would offer my vows, if Matilda were mine ; 
 
 
 
 
 Could I call her my own whom enraptur'd I see, 
 1 would breathe not a vow but to friendship and 
 thee. 
 
 m^l^mi'ict mix dUx'^. 
 
 
 
 [John Imlah.] 
 
 
 
 
 Thou'rt sair alter'd now, May, 
 
 
 
 WJiew Calik tiB^, 
 
 Thou'rt sair alter'd now. 
 The rose is vrither'd frae thy cheek, 
 The wrinkle's on thy brow ; 
 
 
 
 [From " Poems and Songs: by John Imlah," 
 
 And grey hath grown the locks 0' jet. 
 
 
 
 London, 1841, 12mo.— Gadie is a rivulet, and 
 
 Sae shining wont to be. 
 
 
 
 Bennachie a mountain, in Aberdeenshire.] 
 
 Thou alter'd sair,— but. May, thou'rt yet 
 The May 0' yore to me. 
 
 
 
 ! oiN I were where Gadie rins. 
 
 
 
 
 Where Gadie rins— where Gadie rins. 
 
 Thy voice is faint and low. May, 
 
 
 
 ! gin I were where Gadie rins. 
 
 That aft in former time 
 
 
 
 By the foot 0' Bennachie ! 
 
 Hath woke the wild bird's envious chant. 
 The echo's amorous chime ; 
 
 
 
 I've roam'd by Tweed— I've roam'd by Tay, 
 
 Thy e'e hath lost its early light. 
 
 
 
 By border Nith and highland Spey, 
 
 My star in ither years. 
 
 
 
 But dearer far to me than they. 
 
 That aye hath beam'd sae kindly bright. 
 
 
 
 The braes o* Bennachie. 
 
 To me through smiles and tears. 
 
 
 
 When blade and blossoms sprout in spring, 
 
 For a* the signs that show. May, 
 
 
 
 And bid the burdies wag the wing. 
 
 The gloamin' 0' our day. 
 
 
 
 They blithely bob, and soar, and sing, 
 
 I lo'ed thee young— I lo'e thee yet. 
 
 
 
 By the foot 0' Bennachie. 
 
 Myainauldwifie, May; 
 Nae dearer hope ha'e I than this. 
 
 
 
 When simmer deeds the varied scene. 
 
 Beyond the day we die. 
 
 
 
 Wi' licht o* gowd and leaves 0' green. 
 
 Thy charms shall bloom again to blesa 
 
 
 
 I fain wad be where aft I've been. 
 
 
 
 
 At the foot C Bennachie. 
 
 
 
 
 When autumn's yellow sheaf is shorn. 
 
 
 
 
 And barn-yards stored wi' stooks 0' com, 
 , 'Tis blythe to toom the clyack horn. 
 
 ;§M2 tfjife Um\. 
 
 
 
 At the foot o' Bennachie ! 
 
 [John Imlah.] 
 
 
 
 When winter winds blaw sharp and shrill, 
 
 
 
 
 O'er icy burn and sheeted hill. 
 
 Fare thee weel, my bonnie lass, 
 
 
 
 'Die ingle neuk is gleesome stUI, 
 
 Fare thee weel, my ain lassie .' 
 
 
 
 At the foot of Bennachie. 
 
 Monie a day maun come and pass, 
 Ere we shall meet again. Lassie ! 
 
 
 
 Though few to welcome me remain. 
 
 Monie a chance and monie a change. 
 
 
 
 Though a' I loved be dead and gane. 
 
 Ere that lang day we'll see, lassie! 
 
 
 
 I'll back, though I should live alane. 
 
 But where'er my feet may range. 
 
 
 
 To the foot of Bennachie. : 
 
 (^ My heart shall be with thee, lassie ! 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
184 
 
 aoonuBsovoa, 
 
 
 Jij 
 
 WImt* «« M* aft kai* OMl, kMit I 
 
 I tor cwBMijr tofC(M( 
 
 MylofBMK 
 Jcgr iwqr coom, bat at««r mak* 
 nw pmcBt Hm tte pMt, iMri* ! 
 
 avlat BM bMk, to Sad tlMi 
 latoHMUlBMBvaiali 
 
 ^ Auld Adaa hd a ««wte Uto 
 Tin K««, hi Id«i% kaMk 
 
 SBc'bf Dtunli to tfyrm. 
 
 ▲ iMaMiitolMr-^M 
 I ^ yoa jajr, wba ka% toanA 1 
 
 I ftd tor xoo— I kn tha OM*- 
 
 WlMB aoma toir UdaTa^ kaavti lan rw. 
 
 iRi ftiii BBiff . 
 
 fFa. 
 U.UI 
 
 Qua waak In hcr^ Um UmdnMmt, 
 T«t ««*n tofghrlac « ' 
 
 O ! wcaria to' tiw vamaidted, 
 
 TlM]r>» tMa, iln* ftrat tka wartd btfaa, 
 O' triiiaiaff mten— and wajwaid nlod, 
 
 Tha blnring or Um bam o' maa { 
 T«i allw a% do what wt eaa, 
 
 Tha bonnla doan wa caaaa Mam* I 
 
 B Saa wl* oar ban, l| 
 
 rtah thaiaaaBa woold bMToar namti ^ 
 
 -A to. LAisa ariNthla.l 
 
 Fara«y«dtolMi 
 l«adaafi^Hgrate«l 
 
 AbaMri«|atI>aaa«« 
 AbattoroaMaaba- 
 
 IwadMifTtaiynlnwl 
 rbra«y«itolaMi 
 
 Tbigb 
 
 AM* Am* 
 
 Aa^ffadaarfa'thaa 
 An* aya g«da wf m 
 
 I «adaa gl^ aay ala « 
 Ttorooywltolaw! 
 
 Ab'O 
 
 Th^Mllajr 
 WlHBaiWtlHtoibrai 
 
 X«adaagl>i»]rala«i1» 
 ftooaf wItolMau 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 8C0TTISH SONGS. 185 
 
 
 ^ But be we clad in braiil-claith coat. 
 
 
 
 ^t* ftn^ir^to'^ Dag* 
 
 Or hame-spun hodden grey. 
 Let Scot rejoice wi' brither Scot, 
 Upon St. Arfdrew'9 day! 
 
 
 
 [John Imlah. Tune, " The Miller o' Dron."— 
 
 Where'er we live, &c. 
 
 
 
 "Saints," observes the author in a note to this song. 
 
 
 
 
 " seem to have the fate of prophets—but Uttle or no 
 
 Have we not cause to crack fti' crouse. 
 
 
 
 honour in their own country. St. Andrew's Day 
 
 When this dear day returns. 
 
 
 
 
 Dear to the land of Robert Bruce, 
 
 
 
 —and particuLorly so in London and in America. 
 
 The land of Robert Burns ! 
 
 
 
 The principal festival of that ancient and excel- 
 
 Wha better raised the patriot brand. 
 
 
 
 lent Corporation, the Scottish Hospital, in the 
 
 And pour'd the patriot lay. 
 
 
 
 metropolis, is held on this day, and is generally 
 
 Than prince and peasant of the land 
 
 
 
 well attended by Scotsmen, and the benevolent 
 
 That loves St. Andrew's Day ! 
 
 
 
 natives of other countries. A worthy Alderman, 
 
 Where'er we live, &c. 
 
 
 
 well known for his strict attention to his magiste- 
 
 
 
 
 rial duties, a few years ago, when he was Lord 
 
 " The better day the better deed," 
 
 
 
 Mayor, presided in the absence of the late Duke of 
 
 The saying's auld, I trow. 
 
 
 
 Gordon, and paid a compliment to his country- 
 
 Those of our nation here in need, 
 
 
 
 men, whose names were in the book of subscribers 
 
 Be they remember'd now ; 
 
 
 
 to this charity, by terming the printed list a good 
 
 Each mite on high Is treasure stored 
 
 
 
 Scotch Directoiy— at least, he added, all Scotsmen 
 
 We here to poortith pay. 
 
 
 
 worth inquiring for were recorded in it. The last 
 
 'Twill crown our cup— 'twill bless our board. 
 
 
 
 verse of this song alludes to the festival of that 
 
 Upon St. Andrew's day ! 
 
 
 
 body, and the objects contemplated by their na- 
 
 Where'er we live, whate'er our lot. 
 
 
 
 tional and convivial meetings."] 
 
 Still will I plead and pray 
 That Scot rejoice wi' brither Scot, 
 
 
 
 Hebe's health and hail to Goth and Gael, 
 
 Upon St. Andrew's Day. 
 
 
 
 "Wha bear the Norlan' name. 
 
 1 
 
 
 
 Blythe be they a'— the far awa'. 
 
 
 
 
 And happier folk at hame ! 
 
 
 
 
 And spend we gowd or but a grot. 
 Our drink be what it may. 
 
 ^^t mn Jiali ^Mppeli. 
 
 
 
 Let Scot r^oice wi' brither Scot, 
 
 
 
 
 Upon St. Andrew's day. 
 
 [David Vedper. — From "The Edinburgh 
 
 
 
 Where'er we live, whate'er our lot. 
 
 Literary Gazette," vol. II. 1830.] 
 
 
 
 Still will I plead and pray 
 
 
 
 
 That Scot rejoice wi' brither Scot, 
 
 The sun had slipped ayont the hill. 
 
 
 
 Upon St. Andrew's Day. 
 
 The darg was done in barn an' byre; 
 The carle hunsel', come hame frae the mill. 
 
 
 
 Some seek the Edens o' the east. 
 
 Was luntin' his cutty before the fire : 
 
 
 
 Some Carib isles explore — 
 
 The lads and lasses had just sitten down. 
 
 
 
 The forests of the " far-off" west. 
 
 The hearth was sweepit fu' canty an' clean. 
 
 
 
 And Afric's savage shore ; 
 
 When the cadgie laird o' Windlestraetown 
 
 
 
 Still charms of native speech and spot. 
 
 Cam' in for till haud his Hallowe'en. 
 
 
 
 And native springs for aye. 
 
 
 
 
 Will band like brithers Scot with Scot, 
 
 The gudewife beck'd, the carle boo'd ; 
 
 
 
 Upon St. Andrew's day. 
 
 In owre to the deas the laird gaed he: 
 
 
 
 Where'er we Uve, &c. 
 
 The swankies a', they glowr'd like wud. 
 The lasses leugh i' their sleeves sae slee ; 
 
 
 
 Some that have won an honour'd name. 
 
 An' sweet wee Liliaa was unco fear'd. 
 
 
 
 Some that have gather'd gear. 
 
 Tho' she blumed like a rose in a garden green ; 
 
 
 
 And others a' unknown to fame 
 
 An' sair she blush'd when she saw the laird 
 
 
 
 Or fortune may be here ; ^ 
 
 ^ Come there for till haud hia Hallowe'en ! 
 
 
 
Bflwrw M fMfi nqr Ilia III diM. 
 8taMb««IaiBk ~ " 
 
 TIM pAwkj sold wllb. at ths 
 Took mmf »n' tifkr,m* 
 ihmd,mf 
 
 AMi^9 
 
 H«« BMk* ym • iMly. aad tkat rffte MM, 
 I draunt It tm\m owro, I'm ■»•, fHlRHa."<-> 
 
 ** A bipdn bon," <■>• W l « i n iilil^ M ■ 1^ 
 ** Ifo kMigr to book «• miiiai^r 
 
 * rn ttf* by tlM alti, ftr bMftv. kr «MV^ 
 
 wm 7* do Um Uco, 1117 boujr lUf ^ 
 To «U Ate* at ny board Km lb* ikMlM* olar, 
 
 ▲a* fowd IB floirpiao |«ri ba>i kr •!• r~ 
 Tbo Dili •!• oMMno hM «• tb* tafK 
 
 Wool. «Ml tft Ihif tMtod wT MSlMO 0^ I 
 And owMtOo la Mi tiMctthtrlkiy ailBlilo I 
 
 ** »o» biHHd te v* ko ihli BalloM^ r 
 
 I ntititx gat. 
 
 rrM« « TIM UhibMili Umffy QmM*.* «^. 
 II. UMl-AIr, ** Lidrd o^ OMbyr*.'! 
 
 IIOM^btaokoX 
 
 In 
 
 Wf Um bonnj «M kMlt 
 But 1 lak • kind bMit, ■ 
 
 ▲a4L«bU WM WMlk MM 
 
 BodisHi'd wl* tflnhots sad p o artla o mm mmi 
 ▲ wod Modilt pofw. Bad a laag pod^iw,— 
 Bttt tiMM wltboat tra* lot*, wad ao^ aolMd aia. 
 
 Oooumnd aw to Joaalo* tharo^ giaM la Iht air. 
 And parity ratcm in bar bonn Mt ftdr; 
 Tbo tomo of bar Tolflo and Um bUak or bar «X 
 
 SottaA of Swidff . 
 
 rhaUbfavkMftliflid. 
 aMaAgiif aadftvoi 
 
 Aad la Hi plaM ho laobi M ■ 
 
 It dMMB aqr baart at ova M a 
 
 Tm 
 
 alKM 
 
 hllla 
 
 Btabaaqrlooa. 
 
 r^ aM •» wad iMi yaafli I halt I 
 aaMaTDaadaa. 
 t «a fai«^ tlM bMhi «r Toy. 
 
 abappfvaa^koba. 
 
 Vit %B$% 0* iku. 
 
 [Sta Ab 
 
 " Aa. Maiy, ■ 1 iiImI Ma l i, l u aaa O l 
 Uj bepM art iowa. hr a** ta wm*i 
 
 ala 
 
 f 
 
 la Wmo la Ma lafM aatHM? 
 Bagag^ Iha BMra to ba bk brtia, 
 Ak I ha^i ya, ba^ ya to^ tka HM ^ 
 
 Abi bait jFa, aaia ya la-ba tka la 
 WbtaabotaiftaabM.bawBiybBMlibapalir^ ll ^ 
 
 Tbo'Idiaawl'tboloddloB.aaddrtokwI'ikabAdiy "TaaaaaavowaMfiadfawa. 
 BattoBMatkarafala,aadkar8«aHl»lralMthMa,n Or b<gar wad, arl' aaa g h t atai 
 
 •IralMtlnaa, n -. 
 
 — -«l Mybyaaradrawa'd.aqrboaMlidawa. 
 
 1 Ml laatokaapikaaBoatkikoMMv-- 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 aCOTTISH S0KO3. jg^ 
 
 
 " o:'.;;ira°;Ard'';r«,ehm. t ®»«t^ Kfe'^ gia& «om«tg. 
 
 
 
 For Willie's sake, I Willie lo'ed ; 
 
 
 
 
 Though poor, ye are my WUlie still"— 
 
 [This popular song is said to be a translation 
 from the German, by Sir Alexander Boswem., 
 
 
 
 " Ye canna thole the wind or rain. 
 
 liart. of Auchinleck, author of " Jenny's Baw- 
 
 
 
 Or wander, friendless, far frae hame; 
 
 bee," &c.] 
 
 
 
 Cheer, cheer your heart, some other swain 
 
 
 
 
 Will soon blot out lost WUUe's name"— 
 
 Taste life's glad moments. 
 
 Whilst the wasting taper glows; 
 
 
 
 *• I'll tak' my bundle in my hand, 
 
 Pluck, ere it withers, 
 
 
 
 An' wipe tlie dew-drop frae my e'e. 
 
 The quickly fading rose. 
 
 
 
 I'll wander wi' ye ower the land, 
 
 
 
 
 I'll venture wi' ye ower the sea'.'— 
 
 Man blindly follows grief and care. 
 He seeks for thorns, and finds his share. 
 
 
 
 " Forgi'e me, love ; 'twas all a snare ; 
 
 Whilst violets to the passing air 
 
 
 
 My flocks are safe ; we needna part; 
 
 Unheeded shed their blossoms. 
 
 
 
 I'd forfeit them, and ten times mair. 
 
 Taste life's, &c. 
 
 
 
 To clasp thee, Mary, to my heart." 
 
 When tim'rous nature veils her form. 
 
 
 
 " How could ye wi' my feelings sport. 
 
 And rolling thunder spreads alarm. 
 
 
 
 Or doubt a heart sae warm and true i> 
 
 Then, ah ! how sweet, when lull'd the storm. 
 
 
 
 I iraist could wish ye mischief for't. 
 
 The sun smiles forth at even. 
 
 
 
 But canna wiah ought ill to you." 
 
 Taste life's, &c. 
 How spleen and envy anxious flies. 
 
 
 
 
 And meek content, in humble guise. 
 Improves the shrub, a tree shall rise. 
 Which golden fruits shall yield him. 
 
 
 
 E^^ JMHi^'0 mjemoE^traEceo 
 
 Taste life s, &c. 
 Who fosters faith in upright breast, 
 
 
 
 [Thomas Cahphell.] 
 
 And freely gives to the distress'd. 
 
 There sweet contentment builds her nest. 
 
 
 
 Ne'\kr wedding, ever wooing. 
 
 And flutters round his bosom. 
 
 
 
 Still a love-torn heart pursuing ; 
 
 Taste Ufe's, &c. 
 
 
 
 Read you not the vsrongs you're doing. 
 
 
 
 
 In my cheek's pale hue ? 
 
 And when life's path grows dark and stniit 
 
 
 
 All my life with sorrow strewing. 
 
 And pressing ills on ills await. 
 
 
 
 Wed— or cease to woo. 
 
 Then friendship, son-ow to abate. 
 The helping hand will offer. 
 
 
 
 Rivals banish'd, bosoms plighted. 
 
 Taste life's, &c. 
 
 
 
 Btill our days are disunited i 
 
 
 
 
 Now the lamp of hope is lighted. 
 
 She dries his tears, she strews his way. 
 
 
 
 Now half quench'd appears. 
 
 E'en to the grave, with flow'rets gay ; 
 
 
 
 Damp'd, and wavering, and benighted. 
 
 Turns night to morn, and morn to day. 
 
 
 
 'Midst my sighs and tears. 
 
 And pleasure still increases. 
 Taste life's, &c 
 
 
 
 Charms you call your dearest blessing. 
 
 
 
 
 Lips that thrill at your caressing. 
 
 Of life she is the fairest band, " . 
 
 
 
 
 Joins brothers truly hand in hand ; 
 
 
 
 Soon you'll make them grow 
 
 Thus onward to a better land 
 
 
 
 Dim, and worthless your possessing. 
 
 Man journeys light tuid cheerly. 
 
 
 
 Not with age but woe. ^ 
 
 ^ Tuste life's, &c 
 
 
 
]g3 SOORUB 80VG& 
 
 Knt 'ji to ti)ee, mp ^otttol) U$%U. 
 
 Um*m • to thM, f fliuillMi kilt ! hm"* • bwnr hoMk •» tk«. 
 
 For thiiM tx* ■» brifht, thy ton » lig bt, aad tky ••■» w An aai ft«t{ 
 
 FW an thin* artlM aNvuMK, aad an thy MtH* fTM^ 
 
 Var tht marie or thy BlrtkAd votat. Md tiw MaiMM «r thy fhni 
 
 For thy fttlMMi look and i^Mih riMMia. I»t awBti as VMrii caa ht^ 
 
 H<reii a haalth, f BiinllMh hwrii! tera^ahMrtf iMaMhlalkwt 
 
 Hcm-B to thM, ay BBotttah iMtol-ttoagh my gkw ofyoaA b a^l 
 And I. •• one* I Ml and draamad. maM fcri aad drmm M man i 
 Thoogh tha world, wtth an te ftmli aad atanM, haa ChilM my Mat at hM, 
 And fMifaH, with tht IbodAd loola oTyoatMhl IktoBdM^ paat; 
 Thoagh my path It dark and londly. bow, «fw Ihto wartdli dwi u y m^- 
 B«f«^ah«lth,my8eottiahteido! hara^ahmrtyhmlthtothm! 
 
 Bara^ t» thao. my Seetthh kato l-thoagh I know thai Bot tor ma 
 la thtea tya 00 Mfht, thy tern M litht, and thy ilip w dm aad ftao : 
 noi«h thoa, with aald aad oaialM loohi wOt oftm paoi ma by, 
 UMNudaaa or my awrilliv hmrt, aad oTmy wMfhl igwi 
 
 Bomn a hoalth. any SoattMi liariol haa'fe a hoaity hmUh to thaal 
 
 Bm«MtethM.my8ea«tWilBHla! whn I matt thoo hilho throat 
 
 Of mtfiyyoathoapdrntriltat, <it<BfMthlwiri| aloag, 
 ,^ - . -- . - 
 
 Aaitfli 
 
 ABdl. 
 
 Aad fer OMO, vy ■iMIlii hMria I doMi a ilddy dMoa wtth *aa. 
 
 Bm^tathtt^mylliHllitlMriai-IAaBthhAofthaotow. 
 Whi 1 1 Htaataad fckaHHar »■! MlHtt ■» Ihttaih htaota i 
 I ihaB htar thy owtH and laatMiW volt*, hi ataqr wlad * 
 A> K whitit bom Urn ahaailtBtd aah. Hi Pithtmd aaf 
 In Um gloiaa of tho wild Itarttt, hi tht itnaom or tha am, 
 IihaUthiakfrnySeottkhlaaitol 1 iteB oHm Ihiak oa thoo. 
 
 Boroii to thoo, aqr SeettWb hMtlt!-^ mr Md aad lontly hean, 
 
 Tht thoofht orthM ooamo o^ ma, Iht tha bmath or dlttaat flowom;— 
 
 Lika tht BHole tiMU onchaata mim oar. tht righto that Umb mfaM oya, 
 
 LIka tht Todurt or tho mtadew, Bha tho aaaia or tha riiy, 
 
 LIka tho lalnbow tn tht •foaiag, Bhatha tl mi iiiii i oa tht two. 
 
 It tha thooght, toy Boottkh taariti k tha IMH^ thaiVht OB thta. 
 
 Herrttethto,my8eottfah l ta ri i l t hnn^ toy — » B Wri waa bo d—h, 
 (For gravtr thov^to and datko, wMh my gn«to ymiB, am eoana,) 
 Thoo^ my loal matt bnmt tha boadi or OMfth, aad Itani to aoar on hifh. 
 And to kwk oo thit worMi Mlhi with a oahn and tobtr tyt; 
 Thoo^ tha meny wtao maat atUom flow, tho nvri etaar Itar ma*— 
 tolnmiUdilBkahmlthtothaa. 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 Here's a health, my Scottish lassie ! here's a parting health to thee ; 
 
 May thine be still a cloudless lot, though it be far from me ! 
 
 May still thy laughing eye be bright, and open still thy brow. 
 
 Thy thoughts as pure, thy speech as free, thy heart as light as now ! 
 
 And, whatsoe'er my after fate, my dearest toast shall be, — 
 
 Still a health, my Scottish lassie ! still a hearty health to thee ! 
 
 ^Iie mu^ m tfee hxM. 
 
 A' THn witches langsyne were humpbackit and auld. 
 
 Clad In thin tattered rags that scarce kept out the cauld, 
 
 A' were blear-e'ed, an' toothless, an' wrinkled, an' din. 
 
 Ilka ane had an ugly grey beard on her chin ; 
 
 But fu' sweet is the smile, and like snaw the bit bosom. 
 
 And black are the e'en, ay, black as the slae. 
 
 An' as blooming the cheeks as the rose's sweet blossom, 
 
 C the bonnie young witch that wins on the brae. 
 
 They might travel at night in the shape o' a hare — 
 
 They might elfshoot a quey — they might lame a grey mare : 
 
 They might mak' the gudewife ca' in vain at her kirn. 
 
 Lose the loop o' her stocking, or ravel her pirn, — 
 
 Put the milk frae her cow, an' mae tricks as uneannie — 
 
 As queer and as deil-like as ony o' thae. 
 
 But o' a' the auld witches e'er kent by your grannie, 
 
 I could wager there's nane like the witch on the brae. 
 
 'Twere a sin to believe her coUeagued wi' the deil. 
 Yet for a' that she casts her enchantments as weel: 
 An' although she ne'er rode on a stick to the moon. 
 She has set the auld dominie twice aff the tune. 
 Ay, and even Mess John ance or twice ga'e a stammer. 
 But brought himsel' right wi' a hum and a hae ! 
 An' a' body says it was just wi' some glamour 
 Frae the twa pawkie e'en o' the witch on the brae. 
 
 No a lad 1' the parish e'er gets a night's sleep. 
 There's no ane mak's a tryst that he ever can keep 
 Ilka lass far an' near fears she'll die an auld maid. 
 An' the piper and fiddler complain o' dull trade; 
 For although tailor Rab night an' day has been busy. 
 Yet there's nae been a waddin these sax months and mae; 
 An', they say, it's a' for that trig winsome hizzie. 
 The bit bonnie young witch that wins on the brae. 
 
 She ne'er passes the mill but the dam aye rins out. 
 
 For the miller forgets what he should be about: 
 
 Neither mason nor sclater can ane work a turn. 
 
 An' whene'er the smith sees her, some shoe's sure to burn. 
 
 189 
 
190 
 
 Haw ilBfi • qoMT ■»• Mfw, orlrils a 4M«> Morj. 
 
 >• wad Ml* iM't* bMB dnrna^ ta» Igr fii* hidl «w Mfli« 
 An' In aiyi tbuft tkt wtah di««« kte tlMM to 4iV^. 
 Foribt took hk 1M» pMm to papv k« kalr. 
 Lite tte VMI, I «M p«t IB • t«7 avt* •«*<»«, 
 I hud BM pMM at hMM. M' MW kMi wten lo ^ • 
 Bat, to wt MCh HV toar M' IMT wiMlnr- -^-^-^ 
 I «0 tooa to Ikt wurioriilhat ^MM oa II 
 
 nCM«AB>ra H AMtt-raa. aathef«« af * Tl» Ovttocm cT OlMaarato.'H 
 
 I BA*8 n«a fiaal aav, and «i la fiaat hax 
 M aiW hMdi aad iaa ladla a' aaw^ wf toawa. 
 Attmmwm^mtwtmma^wtntmml'whtm, 
 WlM* «to fnad ridaa fl^ «l»dav kai dMrfai Mf «• t 
 Bat a ilikt to* drillhttiM tMw, 1 aaw iVM, 
 
 A.ti - ■' 
 
 My a 
 
 My ato I f Mi, ay ato di a H i. 
 OllMwr»iii<HtoaifMaa>ri 
 
 ABM BMir, gad* to Haaihrt. raMd ay ato 
 
 Vaaft 
 
 I MV toi^ arlMB I'M BHny, aad iUli «taa rn ad. 
 Km MtohMd to dNBd. aad aaa bmUm to tar. 
 Bat tiatk to driiikt BM, aad MMdAlp to ckMV I 
 or a* foadt to kaffptaMi aw ««r trtod, 
 Thmri aaat k^f » Buv ai aatfH ato totoMi. 
 
 Mja 
 
 Otl 
 
 WiMB I draw to aiy itool tm mtj congr fc i ftlKan a, 
 My h«K tear* M lifht I Mam toBt te Biy ato I 
 Gtoa^ dowa OB tiM wtod. II li alMB aat a^ light. 
 PMt tfaahiM tto^ Mm bat aa dNHM «rika Bight. 
 1 hMT bat toad ««lMi» hand flMM t am, 
 ▲ad BMih aft aftattoa giMt fend ftaa Ilk a<a; 
 VaalaatBhtagio'flattinr* mm bnaatlagi oTptM*, 
 
 Myalaiiiillli,Biyatoi 
 O t 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. jQ] 
 
 
 ^ He did like ony mavis sing, 
 
 
 
 1 
 
 And as I in his oxter sat. 
 
 
 
 %iuhm BU^ U^ CUttjJ gWE, 
 
 He ca'd me aye his bonnie thing. 
 And mony a sappy kiss I gat. 
 
 I ha'e been east, I ha'e been west. 
 
 
 
 [The lively and popular tune of "A.ndro and 
 
 I ha'e been far ayont the sun ; 
 
 
 
 hia cutty gun," otherwise known by the name of 
 
 But the blythest Lid that e'er I saw. 
 
 
 
 " Blythe, blythe and merrj- was she," is old. The 
 
 Was Andro wi' his cutty gun. 
 
 
 
 song is given in the fourth vol. of the Tea-Table 
 
 
 
 
 Miscellany, without any mark. " This blythsome 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 and convivial merriment, is an intimate favourite 
 
 
 
 
 at bridal trystes and house-heatings. It contains 
 
 
 
 
 a spirited picture of a country ale-house, touched 
 off with all the lightsome gayety so peculiar to the 
 
 ' M^tii2 torn ^Jf ♦ 
 
 
 
 rural muse of Scotland." Elsewhere, in a letter 
 
 
 
 
 to Thomson (Nov. 19, 1794) " ' Andro and his 
 
 [Written by Bukns, in 1787, to the tune of 
 
 
 
 cutty gun' is the work of a master." A " Hawick 
 
 "Andro and his cutty gun," and published in the 
 
 
 
 gill," alluded to in the chorus, was a double gill : 
 
 second vol. of Johnson's Museum. " I composed 
 
 
 
 a " tappit-hen" was a quart stoup with a nob on 
 
 these verses," saj's the poet, "while I strayed at 
 
 
 
 the top of the lid.] 
 
 Auchtertyre with Sir WUliam Murray." The 
 heroine was " Miss Euphemia Murray, commonly 
 and deservedly called The Flower of Strathmore." 
 
 
 
 Blythe, blj-the, and merry waa she. 
 
 Miss Murray was distinguished for her affability 
 
 
 
 Blythe was she but and ben ; 
 
 as well as beauty, and delighted in pointing out 
 
 
 
 And weel she loo'd a Hawick gill. 
 
 to the poet the romantic scenery of the banks of 
 
 
 
 And leugh to see a tappit hen. 
 
 the Earn. She was married in 1794 to Lord Meth- 
 ven, a judge in the court of session.] 
 
 
 
 She took me in, and set me down. 
 
 Blythe, blythe and merry was she. 
 
 
 
 And hecht to keep me lawing-free ; 
 
 Blythe waa she but and ben, 
 
 
 
 But, cunning carline that she was. 
 
 Blythe by the banks of Earn, 
 
 
 
 She gart me birl my bawbee. 
 
 And blythe in Glenturit glen. 
 
 
 
 We-loo'd the liquor well enough ; 
 
 By Ochtertyre there grows the aik. 
 
 
 
 But waes my heart my cash was done. 
 
 On Yarrow braes the birken shaw , 
 
 
 
 Before that I had quench'd my drouth. 
 
 But Phemie was a bonnier lass. 
 
 
 
 And laith I was to pawn my shoon. 
 
 Tlian braes o' Yarrow ever saw. 
 
 
 
 When we had three times toom'd our stoup. 
 
 Her looks were like a flower in May, 
 
 
 
 And the neist chappin new begun. 
 
 Her smile was like a simmer mom ; 
 
 
 
 Wha started in, to heeze our hope. 
 
 She tripped by the banks o' Earn, 
 
 
 
 But Andro wi* his cutty gun. 
 
 As light's a bird upon a thorn. 
 
 
 
 The carline brought her kebbuck ben. 
 
 Her bonnie face it was as meek. 
 
 
 
 With girdle-cakes weel toasted brown. 
 
 As onie lamb upon a lee; 
 
 
 
 Weel does the canny kimmer ken 
 
 The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet 
 
 
 
 They gar the swats gae glibber down. 
 
 As was the blink o' Phemie's e'e. 
 
 
 
 We ca'd the bicker aft about ; 
 
 The Highland hills I've wander'd wide. 
 
 
 
 Till dawning we ne'er jee'd our bun. 
 
 And o'er the Lawlands 1 ha'e been ; 
 
 
 
 And aye the cleanest drinker out. 
 
 But Phemie was the blythest la«. 
 
 
 
 Was Andro wi' his cutty gun 
 
 f That ever trod the dewy green. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
109 
 
 idlStf^e anD t^utit. 
 
 (Wmttsv bf Jamm Boo* Io fb« tarn of 
 «*Aa«iDMidkii«attygm»." Bon* eopia of tkit 
 ■oaf am doQbbU* ln«tk «r whM b km •!««, 
 bat tkt ovt^M iwilwi ii mmdk tk* Man pn- 
 1 
 
 On 
 
 Bat ^iBj^ffowB Cbt MvHt Sowv 
 Tba biaM or Etiriflk ««« Hw. 
 
 Hv •% th* Tlotet Ht «r «mi 
 
 flOOTTUB SOVOS. 
 
 A TotlJ 
 
 TM la h« boMB Hati Mi kaa^ 
 
 Had I hm hum at mj wm b aaw. 
 
 That ftaadi aa«Uh foo noBBtal 
 To iMip OM wl* tht bar* aa* cwMb 
 
 Aa' la Biy armo at •'•ataf Bai 
 O MM blytlMi aa' O «• «hMiyi 
 
 O MM bappy «• wad bo! 
 Tho buamW to tbo •«• io doar, 
 
 B«t P«ar* doamr fcr to HM. 
 
 9fte ibodal Cmp 
 
 [OaAmuaOaAT. 
 Vaa.'^Tba AaM-KM-LaArf^ w ■Hiiiil !■ Iba 
 ftmrtk mM, Is litaatod Doar AMiratkv, la rMb, 
 tho nridMMo «rtho aatlvr whM tko aoag i 
 
 oompoood.— Tbio It tbe miOmH iwina.) 
 
 Btrma, Uytko, aad nmwj an «•. 
 
 Bljrtho an «•, aaa aad a* I 
 ▲An ba^o «• flatttjr boon. 
 
 Tho gkamtai' nw oo a' A doira. 
 
 And lytf^tf nlrtb hat boon oar Ck' : 
 Bat ea* tho ochor toaat aroan'. 
 
 TiU nhontlfflog boglao to cnw. 
 
 Tho aold kirk bdl hn dbapplt twal. 
 
 Wha ouoi thoai^ ika had ckappit twa I 
 Wo'n Uokt o" kMit, and otoaa pavt. 
 
 Thoogktiaoaadtldaikoaklrinawa'. Aald Sootkiii noa riftB aft bo ftva. 
 
 And, fif liko hor «• an ear boon, 
 I diaM deobt won drink It dnr. 
 
 ■booM w pu« IVfbo AaM.Klril.UMk. 
 
 Ornondtka i i M ilil k MliAknw^ 
 AaMCtootlo II iini akirid iltkl nlA. 
 
 Orfl«M«rainRloo«r! 
 
 Than iD no a» a Mlal «i^ 
 And aonrnikid tho dappio daW« I 
 
 Jwt rit a arUiOp tho oan nH9 nBite. 
 Aad Ufht 00 a' nonoi tho k»n. 
 
 (Watma br • Jpamnmaa oaMMMaater ta 
 
 niii fib nfrniioi M'rniii.tolb^r 
 
 of wnnd othv oenvlrial aad pntriolii ommp. 
 
 a* thogHhar,- aad anothor ontltlod "TW t»»- 
 
 onhitkoi mniiiilia JI«FlMl«aoaa 
 
 dhtwawdatriiaiim 
 
 aUMtthaiovUB. Ho «ao a natin, m « 
 ■land^Ptrt niiiiiia,thoagklnBtwriilwllnthr 
 9atmiditr^Tmm,*'Amin9aAhi»mMjtaM,''] 
 
 Bi.Traa.b|yth«.a 
 
 Wkfc «m h«» wtV ba% adnvpb- 
 •ntkk'iaoaa kaM oya boon ftoo. 
 
 r o««kt «n an «o tnat ann*. 
 
 m nMrnlh* ionono orlliM <M dmw . 
 Tot. dnMi to rin, tko oartn raon' 
 Oriid, Doach aa don^ tkon a«mM 
 
 Tba taadlord than tho nappio briap. 
 And loart^ rti* happy a' najr biw 
 
 I tiM oogao X tho ckorao rtap^ 
 
SCOTTISH SO^GS, 
 
 193 
 
 Then like our dads o' auld lang syne. 
 
 Let social glee unite us a'. 
 Aye biy the to meet, our mou's to weet, 
 
 liut aye as sweirt to gang awa'. 
 
 i\ 
 
 [Adam Knox. — Tune, "Andro and his cutty 
 gtin." — Strathbungo is a small hamlet about a 
 mile south of Glasgow.] 
 
 BiiYTHE, blythe could I be wi' her, 
 Happy baith at morn and e'en. 
 
 To my breast I'd warmly press her. 
 Charming maid, Strathbungo Jean. 
 
 The Glasgow lasses dress fu' bravr. 
 
 And country girls gang neat and clean. 
 
 But nane o' them's a match ava 
 
 To m.y sweet maid, Strathbungo Jean. 
 
 Though they be dress'd in rich attire. 
 In silii brocade and mos-de-laine, 
 
 Wi' busk and pad and satin stays. 
 They'll never ding Strathbungo Jean. 
 
 Bedeck'd in striped gown and coat. 
 Silk handkerchief and apron clean, 
 
 Cheerfully tripping to her work, 
 Ilk day I meet Strathbungo Jean. 
 
 Ye gods who rule men's destinies, 
 I humbly pray you'll me befrien'. 
 
 And aid me in my dearest wish 
 
 To gain my sweet Strathbungo Jean. 
 
 Gi'e to the ambitious priest a kirk, 
 
 Gi'e riches to the miser mean. 
 Let the coquette new conquests make. 
 
 But, ! gi'e me Strathbungo Jean ' 
 
 No happiness all day have I, 
 My senses are bewilder'd clean. 
 
 In bed all night on her I crj-. 
 
 My heav'n on earth, Strathbungo Jean. 
 
 Should fortune kindly make her mine, 
 I would not change for Britain's queen ; 
 
 But fondly in my anfls I'd clasp 
 
 My chiu raing maid, Strathbungo Jean. 
 
 ^cllira dcKsle. 
 
 [This highly popular song first appeared in 
 " The Harp of Renfrewshire," a collection of songs 
 published at Taisley in two small volumes, about 
 the year 1820. In the Index to that work, " John 
 Sim" is the name given as the author of the song. 
 Mr. Sim furnished a numler of original pieces for 
 the Harp of Renfrewshire, and indeed had a con- 
 siderable hand in getting up the work, but before 
 its completion, he left I'aisley for the West Indies, 
 where he died soon after his arrival. Meanwhile, 
 the song rose into repute, when Mr. Thomas 
 Lyi.e, surgeon, Glasgow, stepped forward and 
 declared himself to be the author. In support of 
 his claim, he stated, that he was in the habit of 
 corresponding with Mr. Sim during the publica- 
 tion of the Harp of Renfrewshire — that he sent 
 him the song of Kelvin Grove, with another song, 
 to be published anonymously in that work— that 
 Mr. Sim having transcribed them both, they were 
 found among his papers after his departure, and 
 naturally enough supposed to be his own. So 
 satisfactorily did Mr. Lyle establish his claim, that 
 Mr. Purdie, music-seller, Edinburgh, was induced 
 to become the purchsiser of the copyright from 
 him, although he had previously bargained for 
 the copyright with Mr. Sim's executors for a few 
 pounds. — Kelvin Grove, a picturesque and richly 
 wooded dell through which the river Kelvin flows, 
 lies at a very short distance to the north-west of 
 Glasgow, and will in all probability soon be com- 
 prehended within the wide-spreading boundaries 
 of the city itself. At one part of it (North Wood- 
 side) is an old well, called the Pear-Tree-Well, 
 from a pear-tree which formerly grew over ^t 
 This used to be, and still is to some extent, a 
 favourite place of resort for young parties from 
 the city on summer afternoons. The tune of 
 Kelvin Grove, or " Bonnie lassie, O," was origi- 
 nally arranged with an accompaniment for thp 
 piano-forte by R. A. Smith, and subsequently by 
 Mr. Braham. We give here the author's own 
 version of the song, from a small collection of 
 Ballads and Sdngs, original and selected, published 
 by himself in ISiJ. It differs somewhat from tlie 
 copy in " The Harp of Renfrewshire," which has 
 only six stanzas.] 
 
 Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, O, 
 Through its mazes let us rove, bonnie lassie, O, 
 
 Where the rose in all her pride. 
 
 Paints the hollow dingle side, 
 , Where the midnight fairies glide, bonnie lassie, O 
 
]94 
 
 
 M«miidvbytiMmm.baul*lMii*.0, # Tk* ImMtet vM vfl mm pvtaM 
 
 lh«eo«* bald* Ikt Tin. boDBtolMrie.O. Tht air. «kn ftialM^ ly Aprfhuyn, 
 
 or tlM iQwtaff imMnr Ml. 
 
 O 
 
 • WlMB in nnHBOT «• af« tlMN, taMit iMrii. O, 
 TiMra, th* JUypter* «HMaa piMM, 
 Throw* a nA, tat ■««« paiHM, 
 
 ■l>lM*sO. 
 
 Thoi^ 1 4m ao» aJI Hi !■■> >■■■!■ iM^r. O. 
 
 A« tiM mil* or totVM^ HiM. kMHii ImK O, 
 T«t wltll krtuM •• Mf iMib 
 I cpuld Majr tlv IttlMn fiMi^ 
 
 Aad wta tbM te mr M4«, tanl* iMlib O. 
 
 UDUylowr — ttriifcof,liaBli 
 Ii«|oofloM«i«fft«rdif 
 
 vbMkiWite. 
 
 Wl—jili II iWiiwittlwwaa, 
 
 ftan Mik Im4 I BMt A*^. kM^* li^». O. V uuwwii. 
 
 Th— luwwB f K«M« gww. I mih tM^« o, I (Tm«m LviJb— D«mm to 
 
 Aad adkn loaU I !•«•. tonli iHili. O. 
 To Ite rl*«r wtodliV aliw, 
 
 K«w 10 tiMo oraO Mil *M, taMte iMii. U. 
 
 Whoa «PM a »HgB *M«, WMte IM^ ti. 
 
 i I Ml ahM hattf*^ f«w. hwalo ki^ O, 
 
 orthgrlowwhiihiv. 
 l^Mawwyohoi a tm^, fciiaah' ImIo, U. 
 
 jitewv «rate. lito ho fh««l la fM 
 
 SKekmnf ^mmtx. 
 
 CTmomao LTLs^Alr. ** HlshlaaA Hany iMk 
 
 •sain." rim puUtabod In "Tho PwtMlo «t 
 
 Im Plora'o tnla tho gnwoa wait. 
 
 MThackafala. 
 
 lac-phMoaa «ho ahom oT tho Ifik of O|fio, i 
 
 ■If^^ i iili H r w^m a 
 
 iiHiilhH Thotaaalt%lH«w|lMiih*aMlo. 
 
 hat aot naVy oo.) kr tho paiy ooi of 
 
 org 
 
 higatahli 
 
 •0 ttai«r*i 1 
 
 I. bat ««y «[V*i9««lei 
 b, T«* ar «MM of li 
 
 ■Ight. 1lM* wo aUr-tM ipoilM «r Ihli iaowt 
 MBtlMi ••« ih* ftar fHMM «r tho gloho. of 
 «HM tvo «alr ■>• ikaai !■ •■» ••• ooaatty. 
 vte. tho Olew-wotai aad tho flir^.-] 
 
 aboaM«rihoilifa«BMoat 
 Ha tho hMdhyihwa t iwlag fcB. 
 •Twist Ho«y-Loah. aaa daih I 
 
 rroai tho imr iftti, ■nimlaai Iwwr, 
 
 anti mjr wMoiHlBt tMrtipo tfMo, 
 

 •- 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH S0NG3. ] 95 
 
 
 When the distant beacon's revolving light ^ No ! Fare thee weU, Phebe ; I'm owre vfae to weep. 
 
 
 
 Bids my lone steps seek the shore. 
 
 Or to think o' the broom growing bonnie an' fair ; 
 
 
 
 There the rush of the flow-tide's rippling wave 
 
 Siiice thy heart is anither's, in death I maun sleep, 
 
 
 
 Meets tlie dash of the fisher's oar^ 
 
 'Neath the broom on the lea, an' the bawm 
 
 
 
 And the dim-seen steam-boat's hollow soiind. 
 
 sunny air. 
 
 
 
 As she sea-ward, tracks her way ; 
 
 
 
 
 All else are asleep in the still calm night. 
 
 
 
 
 And robed in the misty grey. 
 
 
 
 
 When the glow-worm lits her elfin lamp. 
 And the night breeze sweeps the hill; 
 
 #E tje DcatJ) csf Wnm^. 
 
 
 
 It's sweet, on thy rock-bound shores, Dunoon, 
 
 
 
 
 To wander at fancy's will. 
 
 [Richard Gall.— Tune, "0, wat ye wha's in 
 
 
 
 Eliza ! with thee, in this solitude. 
 
 yon toun."] 
 
 
 
 Life's cares would pass away. 
 
 
 
 
 Like the fleecy clouds over grey Kilmun, 
 
 Thkrb'b waefti' news in yon town. 
 
 
 
 At the wake of early day. 
 
 As e'er tlie warld heard ava ; 
 There's dolefu' news in yon town. 
 For Robbie's gane an' left them a'. 
 
 
 
 I SttCe fej^SlDi COntJTEt. 
 
 How blythe it was to see his face 
 
 Come keeking by the hallan wa' ! 
 He ne'er was sweir to say the grace. 
 
 
 
 [Thomas Lti-k.] 
 
 But BOW he's gane an' left them a*. 
 
 
 
 I ANCK knew content, but its smiles are awa'. 
 
 He was the lad wha made them glad. 
 
 
 
 The broom blooms bonnie, an' grows sae fair^ 
 
 Whanever he the reed did blaw : 
 
 
 
 Each tried frienil, forsakes me, sweet Phebe an' a'. 
 
 The lasses there may drap a tear. 
 
 
 
 So I ne'er vriO. gae down to the broom ony mair. 
 
 Their funny friend is now awa'. 
 
 
 
 How light was my step, and my heart, how gay ! 
 
 Nae daffin now in yon town ; 
 
 
 
 The broom blooms bonnie, the broom blooms fkir; 
 
 The browster-wife gets leave to draw 
 
 
 
 Till Phebe was crown'J our queen of the May, 
 
 An' drink hersel', in yon town. 
 
 
 
 When the bloom 0' the broom strew'd its sweets 
 
 Sin' Robbie gaed an' left them a*. 
 
 
 
 on the air. 
 
 The lawin's canny counted now. 
 
 
 
 She was mine when the snaw-draps hung white 
 
 The bell that tinkled ne'er will draw. 
 
 
 
 on the lea, 
 
 The king will never get his due. 
 
 
 
 Ere the broom bloom 'd bonnie, an' grew sae fair ; 
 
 Sin' Robbie gaed and left them a'. 
 
 
 
 TiU May-day, anither wysed Phebe fi-ae me. 
 
 
 
 
 So I ne'er will gae down to the broom ony mair. 
 
 The squads 0' chiels that lo'ed a splore 
 On winter e'enings, never ca; 
 
 
 
 
 Their blythesome moments a' are o'er. 
 
 
 
 When broom waves lonely, an' bleak blaws the 
 
 Sin' Robbie's gane an' left them a'. 
 
 
 
 For Phelie to me now is naething ava, [air ; 
 
 
 
 
 If my heart could say, " Gang to the broom nae 
 
 Frae a' the een in yon town 
 
 
 
 mair." 
 
 I see the tears 0' sorrow fa' , 
 An' weel they may, in yon town. 
 
 
 
 "Durst I trow that thy dreams in the night hover 
 
 Nae canty sang they hear ava. 
 
 
 
 Where broom blooms bonnie, and grows sae fair : 1 
 
 Their e'ening sky begins to lour. 
 
 
 
 The swain (who, while waking, thou thinks of no 1 
 
 The murky clouds thegither draw ; 
 
 
 
 more,) [ony mair ?" 
 
 'Twas but a blink afore a shower, 
 
 
 
 Whisp'riug, " Love, will ye gang to the broom ^ 
 
 ; Ere Robbie gaed and left them a' 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
196 
 
 BCOTTUUI SOBOa. 
 
 • lMd«HtUi^«lM»«Mk: 4 o 
 
 Tiff M» h» rfttlaff niM A Cfmw 
 Auu« tiM rwk. who* nttoM MtoMik^ 
 
 B« tewtit iMd li BOW »•»'. 
 
 Batandd I kj 1117 hand apoa 
 
 Aa'anvwAbi 
 An'Ultafl 
 
 Ifttw 
 
 Then wad I Hp« nj ptmdk, am* daw. 
 An' tCMp it whI aoMMC Ifca immI^ 
 
 A* hkot* I'd tip w rt ly m: 
 
 Var warUl |car I dteaa <M«, 
 
 Com*. MMid. will fim tkt tatflfy>bfw 
 T» hli knU taM Iten amr »«•*. 
 
 
 A «M kit iMila «Ml aqr «!>«• 
 
 laMiMaakHpi 
 Oipwkaaar 
 
 M7«aaWllMil»tali 
 Tka lltlla sattltM dem ma «haHk, 
 
 a': 
 
 a^lMTMBl 
 
 at. 
 
 OaumftA a dart o* lovt to ma. 
 O fjmk aa b> year ooaftjy qnmnt, Aa. 
 
 TIM iBMS fiUr la SeotlaM Uc. 
 
 Thalr baaatk* a* what tonc«M eaa taO? 
 Boto^ tiM IkbcRto' than a 
 
 Uy w«k Mt lamit baan tht balL 
 
 V«r M8B IIM twteUa «f IMT t^t 
 It migbt aa hMi ay !•« tka dqr, 
 A waate* ladt af wa ta dMtb 
 O iV«k aa af yav aaartly «BM 
 
 I toiftaa gang iacli. 
 
 (BmBABS OAtA.] 
 
 I wtmiAvmfflaaktaaMymaHMaya^lB, 
 W—fartMhaamawyimmy^alai 
 l*fa ImM Igr tar apan UMai aagM yaaii as* m, 
 
 BrtlHaafariaiytaditeafyHMII^aln, 
 Ifa Md Iv hw apiM, *ak 
 
 Taa^ lot—li w'daw f Mm 
 Wf piaUto «w hawy*. as* tMM 
 
 Aa* yM^« haaaa hb watda wf a SMMli iT Bay vMa^ 
 WMat Mlaa MibMaB,lMrt4MMH«daa*iyB. 
 Aa'iUMaal, **0 ^flteali, nayahayamritef- 
 WMi t Mi aa hb hama^ *8. 
 
 ■ «■ Irfk la te tail «r fhrir •>•, 
 
 Wi'Jd 
 
 haafclaaiyma 
 • I«aa«,*a. 
 
 ViDr maay 1ai« ywr Ma* 1 plart «a Om ha. 
 My maanay WM Uad M a mMhir caaM ha I 
 faaMdhyharaiaaalhaaiaafilyfaffaaad b^ 
 BatWawartaaf bMfctaayai—iiaiala 
 l*«a halt hy kv afaaa, iNb 
 
 IBaaaABB «AU.] 
 
 BAtao, hako, nqr waa wia ttdag, 
 O mfUy Horn thy hBakhi' t^t 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 197 
 
 Thy dnddie now is far awa', 
 
 A sailor laddie o'er the sea ; - 
 But Hope aye hechts his safe return 
 To you, my bonitie lamb, an' me. 
 
 Baloo, baloo, my wee wee thing, 
 
 O saftly close thy blinkin' e'e ' 
 Baloo, baloo, my wee wee thing, 
 
 For thou art doubly dear to me. 
 Thy face is simple, sweet, an' mild. 
 
 Like ony simmer e'ening fa' ; 
 Thy sparkling e'e is bonnie black ; 
 
 Thy neck is like the mountain snaw. 
 
 Baloo, baloo, my wee wee thing, 
 
 O saftly close thy blinkin' e'e ! 
 Baloo, baloo, my wee wee thing. 
 
 For thou art doubly dear to me. 
 O but thy daddie's absence lang. 
 
 Might break my dowie heart in twa, 
 Wert thou na left a dawtit pledge. 
 
 To steal the eerie hours awa'. 
 
 ^i$ ^diilmmh OTUcI). 
 
 [Richard Gall.] 
 
 For mony lang year I ha'e heard frae my grannie. 
 
 Of brownies an' bogles by yon castle wa'. 
 Of auld wither'd hags, that were never thought 
 cannie. 
 An' fairies that danced till they heard the cock 
 craw. 
 I leugh at her tales ; an' last owk, i' the gloamin', 
 I dander'd, alane, down the Hazlewood green : 
 Alas ! I was reckless, an' rue sair my roaming. 
 For I met a young witch wi' twa bonme black 
 een. 
 
 I thought o' the stams in a frorty night glancing. 
 Whan a' the lift round them is cloudless and 
 blue; 
 
 I look'd again, an' my heart fell a dancing ; 
 Whan 1 wad ha'e spoken, she glamour'd my 
 
 wae to her cantraips ! for dumpish'd I wander j 
 At kirk or at market there's nought to be seen; 
 
 For she dances afore me wherever I dander. 
 The Hazlewood Witch wi' the bonnie black een. 
 
 [This is given in the last volume of Johnson "t 
 Museum, adapted to an air by Allan Masterton, 
 as a production of Eobert Bums. It was, how- 
 ever, in reality written by Richard Gall, and 
 the following particulars regarding it are given 
 by Mr. Starke, the intimate friend of Gall, in his 
 sketch of the life of that young song-writer, 
 printed in the Biographica Scotica, at Edinburgh, 
 In 1805. — "One of Mr. Gall's songs, in particular, 
 the original manusci ipt of which I have by me, 
 has acquired a high degree of praise, fVom its 
 having been printed among the works of Burns, 
 and generally thought the protluction of that poet. 
 The reverse, indeed, was only known to a few of 
 Mr. Gall's friends, to whom he communicated 
 the verses before they were published. The fame 
 of Bums stands in no need of the aid of others to 
 support it ; and to render back the song in ques- 
 tion to its true author, is but an act of distriba 
 tive justice due alike to both these departed poets, 
 whose ears are now equally insensible to the in- 
 cense of flattery or the slanders of malevolence. 
 At the time when the Scots Musical Museum 
 was published at Edinburgh by Mr. Johnson^ 
 several of Burns's songs made their appearance ir 
 that publication. Mr. Gall wrote the following 
 song, entitled, 'A Farewell to Ayrshire,' prefixed 
 Burns's name to it, and sent it anonymously to 
 the publisher of that work. From thence it has 
 been copied into the later editions of the works of 
 Burns. In publishing the song in this manner, 
 Mr. Gall probably thought that it might, under 
 the sanction of a name known to the world, ac- 
 quire some notice; whUe, in other circumstances, 
 its fate might have been * to waste its sweetness in 
 the desert air.' "] 
 
 Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure. 
 
 Scenes that former thoughts renew. 
 Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure. 
 
 Now a sad and last adieu ! 
 Bonnie Boon, sae sweet at gloamin', 
 
 Fai-e thee weel before I gang ! 
 Bonnie Boon, whare, early' roaming. 
 
 First I weaved the rustic sang ! 
 
 Bowers, adieu ! whare love decoying. 
 First enthrall'd this hejirt o' mine ; 
 There the saftest sweets eiyoying, 
 ; Sweets that memory ne'er shall tine. 
 
198 
 
 Ymh^mttmaatdm 
 
 Bat, •!■•! ^riMB feread to hvot. 
 
 nmi^ tk 4«ibl]r d«r to OM . 
 :— M I tfctok I did rtmm it. 
 
 Haw toMh tepflOT «mM I b»l 
 IMM* of WM sad «n« of plMMto, 
 
 inbe 9til»t o' tit eUn. 
 
 [WmrrrawbyjAjMiMninyinf ■ liito— ito 
 byJ. nster.] 
 
 O Bomiiat tiM IBy that MooiM Is *• «yiV, 
 
 And lUr it tb« dMny tkM gmm «■ Ik* tn*i 
 Tte piteNM flDitai wmmtk m i» «#■■■« lh» 
 
 ▲■d ■ I l u l l tfw HM I—— ^ III I liait#»i 
 Hair dwr to av kMvt b tkM to«nw <«^r 4li«l* 
 
 4l'«« Ht fai a ftodM arid «Hik^ I 
 
 A* IMidllj •hmda* Ikik k«Mi 
 
 And toMtkliw in ««■ Ik* ak^ I 
 
 Uk* M^ili ariMT Milk* piya 
 
 •fHtk>gifii*iiitriiin*ldi 
 
 ■i»*i 
 
 • Mm 
 
 That M*an>d fef Ik* bdrMk, Ik* fdd* vr tk* 
 
 Tk*wB*,ia^M»,iMBatolh*lMid*^Mili<iiii^ 
 
 Tk* M a | > U » * Ma*dw—kkiik*a>to>»>**, 
 Tk* wwry k«ftlaB«ifcr tk* iiii>alat nn^aaada*. 
 MiMMalk*^ MPMt Matll*, 
 
 b Ik* d^r Ikaft 1« «a* Ik* yaa^ iMri* toy aia, 
 
 lM«k a' **aU fenak* M. «!• k« in k* kappf 
 
 j OBtlMbaaka*'tk»Sadikk,lk*pttd*«'tk*glMk 
 
 Wbar iato i* Ik* glniif% tf |k* Im^-Utt 
 I— wftkafckifW t» II* ditto k^B^r* I 
 
 9rtk*k 
 
 Aji'ktylk*Mik*liiBk 
 
 Aad a warfd cr kalli« i* Ik* toto ar kar •%. 
 Tk* frtM* BMr k* pioad a^ kli wato kaardad to»> 
 
 Tk* kilr ^ kk gnad*ar aa* 
 Thiyt»aaalk*k*|if4a— dwalttoayk 
 WkM akHM wT Ik* ai«*l «r laf* aad cr I*. 
 
 1 •«• Mia tk* day dawa, to a dw«*todM9fte' f*i 
 
 rk* otood* Alato* kvkkt to a d**p aaakto BiM, 
 Aad tk* «aitk Muhto* kaik to Ik* ftod m «a 
 
 I*«« dnau'd e' a palae* wi' i*iii ^naikt kaX 
 Aad proad waM a' fUttoria* to itak Hiaiiiil 
 
 • iklato* AOr tbro* tb* niM-ttotod air, 
 aai a^ iBi* paail* aad raiili* al»«ca : 
 
 [Waap* Vf DAjita^ Wasa, OwiA 
 If W. B. MaoM.] 
 
 Wrakltodi,U«akrfiy, 
 Cka yoa irfl BM, to! aM «rtqr ' 
 Ak ! tril aM, wiv tra* kff* **ald k* 
 
 AAaM to Mto Ik* ktodir tofrite 
 
 or kka dto totoiW kaai Mha vaaM IM. 
 
 T*l Iktok* ■»*• Uto aBlk* «kli» ' 
 
 Oka yoa toO Bi^ to! a* wky 
 
 U««klkald,L*wkiky? 
 
 L***lilteld.L*f*k*y. 
 Okajtoi to! to*b ton iM wkr ^ 
 
 raif, li^lfclitodwaO 
 
 I<sv* li toald, L*«« i* Iky ^ 
 
 Lav* I* tttoM, Lev* k diy, 
 CkM faa ton BM, 1*0 aw wlif 
 
 Wm poar kar kMft wkaa an i* laaai 
 
 i«r BBlH to aay kat to aaa. 
 
 Cka )«B toU ■*, ton BM wkgr 
 L*f«klkal4,L*«*iBrfiy^ 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 199 
 
 [The author of this song was James Brown, 
 long known in the west of Scotland in his profes- 
 sional capacities of musician and dancing-master. 
 In his latter days he was afflicted with blindness, 
 and kept a small public house, in Jamaica Street, 
 Glasgow, where ht died in 1836. He left a great 
 number of songs in manuscript.] 
 
 Since uncle's death I've lads anew. 
 That never came before to woo ; 
 But to the laddie I'll be true. 
 That lo'ed me first of onie, O ; 
 I've lads anew since I gat gear, 
 Before my price they'd hardly speer ; 
 But nane to me is half so dear. 
 As my true lover Johnnie, O. 
 
 Weel do 1 mind o' auld langsyne. 
 How they would laugh at me and mine ; 
 Now I'll pay them back in their ain coui. 
 And show them I lo'e Johnnie, O. 
 Weel mind I, in my youthfu' days, 
 How happy I've been gath'rin' slaes. 
 And rowin' on yon breckan braes, 
 Wi' the flower of Caledonia. 
 
 The Laird comes o'er and tells my dad. 
 That surely I am turning mad. 
 And tells my mam I lo'e a lad 
 That's neither rich nor bonnie, O. 
 The Laird is but a silly gowk. 
 For tho' my Johnnie has ntve stock. 
 Yet he's the flow'r o" a' the flock, 
 And the pride of Caledonia. 
 
 When to the Laird I wrought for fee, 
 He wadna look nor speak to me. 
 But now at breakfast, dine, and tea. 
 He'd fain mak' me his cronie, O ; 
 But sure as gowd cures the heart-ach. 
 It's only for my siller's sake ; 
 The mair o' me that they a' make. 
 The mak I lo'e my Johnnie, 0. 
 
 But now my wedding day is set. 
 
 When I'll be married to my pet. 
 
 With pleasure I will pay the debt, 
 
 I've awn sac lang to Johnnie, O. 
 
 Come, fiddler, now cast aff your coat, 
 
 We's dance a reel upon the spot, 
 
 Play " Jockie's made a wedding o't," 
 
 Or " Snod your cockernonie," O. ^ 
 
 Now laddies keep your lasses till't. 
 And lasses a' your coaties kilt. 
 And let us ha'e a cantie lilt. 
 Since I ha'e got my Johnnie, O ; 
 I've got my heart's desire at last. 
 Though many frowns between us past, 
 And since we're tied baith hard and fast. 
 May peace crown Caledonia ! 
 
 [Gibson.] 
 
 Cou'd I be glad or happy yestreen. 
 
 When somebody wasna there. 
 Cou'd I look blythe or cheery yestreen, 
 
 Alas ! when my heart was sair. 
 
 What need I think or care about ane, 
 Wha maybe cares little for me ;— 
 
 Ay: somebody's gotten my heart unsought, 
 An' what mair has a lassie to gi'e ? 
 
 Somebody's words are wonderfu' words, 
 They're wonderfu' words to hear ; 
 
 Somebody's words can lighten the heart, 
 Or fill the e'e wi* a tear. 
 
 They may say's they like, they maydo's they like. 
 
 An' somebody I may tine ; 
 But I'll live's I am, an' I'll dee's I am. 
 
 If somebody mayna be mine. 
 
 [Tune " Humours of Glen." " Charming 
 Nancy," says the Rev. Mr. Skinner, in a letter 
 to Burns, " is the real production of genius in ;. 
 ploughman of twenty years of age at the time of 
 its appearing, with no more education than what 
 he picked up at an eld farmer grandfather's fire- 
 side, though now by the strength of natural parts, 
 he is clerk to a thriving bleachfield in the neigh- 
 bourhood."] 
 
 Some sing of sweet MaJly, some sing of fair Nelly, 
 And some call sweet Susie the cause of their pain. 
 
 Some love to be jolly, some love melancholy. 
 And some luve to sing of the Humouca of Gleu 
 
2U0 
 
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 Tto todars itoBB. bbM PWMk b bBw. 
 •Utod. kdPi. |i^ toltor Udi to hitoa. 
 
 TOBTiBW^ A* tkrivta* to BBd OBI.' 
 
 I'M wm to «a yM iianlin dab.— 
 WiM toto W» Ikb MBW <|b«bM a iMi 
 
 Ay, ay, yoto driirk BO n to «■, 
 To tOB «Bd to* ■», Mat, yoBftoTi 
 
 m MMtrt tto iMt. aad litt^ tor b 
 
 tTaa aaltor «r iMi iM tokt b •MHfBQy aaM 
 to to ■oa—t Bwtoa^JaWBk, aMaMtoBortto 
 r«.wkofcr toBBy yaktobbM a la nnmi l' »wt 
 
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 IU*ByaawB.latko« 
 
 Ttotod-to«M»«1M 
 
 Or Ito tear dwafflag, i 
 
 r^toaaatid gumin. 
 
 •lMtar»aallMar^ 
 O, tkas |a to> aaaa aqr dMT baito, 
 
 TkakMtotlo^toiiark^ 
 Bat tv ftw tfM kasw ar aay bflla, 
 
 fto to««y a lBi« oidb B«PB'. 
 
 Bar kab b «to «f1a« ar «to btockMtd, 
 * >do*o, 
 htgnrnA 
 ariovob 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 201 
 
 
 Though green be thy hanks, sweet Clutba. ^ The tear trickles doun JVae my e'e. 
 
 
 
 Thy beauties ne'er charm me ava ; 
 
 An' my heart's like to break e'en in twa. 
 
 
 
 Forgive me, ye maids o' sweet Clutha, 
 
 When I think on my auld wife an' bairns. 
 
 
 
 My heart is wi' her that's awa*. 
 
 That now are sae far far awa*. 
 
 
 
 O love, thou'rt a dear fleeting pleasure ! 
 
 Come in thou puir lyart auld carle. 
 
 
 
 The sweetest we mortals here know ; 
 
 And here nae mair ill shalt thou dree; 
 
 
 
 But soon is thy heav'n, bright beaming. 
 
 As lang as I'm laird o* this manor, 
 
 
 
 O'ercast with the darkness of woe. 
 
 There's nane shall gae helpless frae me. 
 
 
 
 As the moon, on the oft -changing ocean. 
 
 
 
 
 Delights the lone mariner's eye. 
 
 And ye shall get a wee cot-house. 
 
 
 
 Till red rush the storms of the desert. 
 
 An' ye shall get baith milk an' meal; 
 
 
 
 And dark billows tumble on high. 
 
 For he that has sent it to me. 
 Has sent it to use it weeL 
 
 
 
 m^ %vM W^%W^* Ww^^ 
 
 [Jamks Hooo.] 
 
 
 
 rSAin also to be a production of Robhkt Bitrns, 
 
 
 
 
 JuNioK, eldest son of the poet. It is given in the 
 
 There's nae laddie coming for thee, my dear Jean, 
 
 
 
 "Spirit of British Song" (Glasgow, 1825.) where 
 
 There's nae laddie coming for thee, my dear Jean ; 
 
 
 
 it is stated that it was communicated by the 
 
 I ha'e watch'd thee at mid-day, at morn, an' 
 
 
 
 Huthor, before he went to London, to a near rela- 
 
 
 
 tion residing at Mauchline, from whose recitation 
 
 An' there's nae laddie coming for thee, my dear " 
 Jean. 
 
 
 
 it was taken down for that work.] 
 
 
 
 
 But be nae down hearted though lovers gang by. 
 
 
 
 Oh ! pity an auld Highlan* piper. 
 
 Thou'rt my only sister, thy brother am I ; 
 
 
 
 An' dinna for want let him dee ; 
 
 An' aye in my wee house thou welcome shalt be. 
 
 
 
 Oh ! look at my faithfu' wee doggie. 
 
 An' while I ha'e saxpence, I'll share it wi' thee. 
 
 
 
 The icicle hangs frae his c'e. 
 
 Jeanie, dear Jeanie, when we twa were young. 
 
 
 
 I ance had a weel theekit cot-house 
 
 I sat on your knee, to your bosom 1 clung ; 
 
 
 
 On Morvala's sea-beaten shore ; 
 
 You kiss'd me, an' clasp'd me, an' croon'd your 
 
 
 
 But our laird turn d me out frae my cot-house , 
 
 bit sang. 
 
 
 
 Alas : 1 was feckless an' puir. 
 
 An' bore me about when you hardly doughtgaug. 
 An' when I fell sick, wi' a red watery e'e 
 
 
 
 My twa sons were baith press'd for sailors. 
 
 You watch'd your wee brother, an' fear'd he wad 
 
 
 
 An' brave for their kintra did fh'; 
 
 dee; 
 
 
 
 My auld wife she died soon o' sorrow. 
 
 1 felt tho cool hand, and the kindly embrace. 
 
 
 
 An' left me bereft o' them a'. 
 
 An' the warm trickling tears drappin' aft on my 
 lace. 
 
 
 
 I downa do ony sair wark, 
 
 
 
 For maist bauld is my lyart auld pow. 
 
 Sae wae was my kind heart to see my Jean weep. 
 
 
 
 So 1 beg wi' my pipes, an' my doggie. 
 
 I closed my sick e'e, though I wasna asleep; 
 
 
 
 An' mony a place we've been through. 
 
 An' I'll never forget till the day that I dee. 
 The gratitude due, my dear Jeanie, to thee! 
 
 
 
 I set mysel' down 1' the gloamin'. 
 
 Then be nae down-hearted, for nae lad can feel 
 
 
 
 An' tak' my wee dog on my knee. 
 
 Sic true love as I do, or ken ye sae weel ; 
 
 
 
 All" 1 play on my pipes wi' sad sorrow, 
 
 My heart it yearns o'er thee, and grieved wad I be 
 
 
 
 An' the tear trickles doun frae my e'e. ^ 
 
 ^ If aught were to part my dear Jejvnie an' me. 
 
 
202 
 
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 yaa<r>atla'atMor»aoe aaa n a tl aa r oa laofctao! 
 Kaa towtowdlo gattloaa-aaa ■Mfi'paddto* yaofelaaf 
 Vao toaa I* tto yMK^ twtk Uawa hmO ap Oksdootoaol 
 
 Mora aaM |yar» l « t> >t l aaKM doad rito Ai 
 Bar tola, fcathy ailaalo, itolaffaa'awa't 
 Ttopoyoatorpowtota^— ortyaorl 
 
 Otttlteatotoatio! ttoagk ak I* tto dof wTia^ 
 
 Think ctot tto grwa fia* IMP aa diV te kiV «•' |a K- 
 Thtnk o' tto loal BilBBlo aianai to upo w» |al 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 203 
 
 Xallan' joes — Hielan' joes — Meg ance had wale ; 
 
 Fo'k wi* the siller, and chiefs wi' the tail ! 
 
 The yaud left the bum to drink out o* Meg's pail — 
 
 The sheltie braw kent " the Maclane." 
 Awa' owre the muir they cam' stottin' an' stoicherin' ! 
 Trainper an' traveller, a' beakin' an' broicherin' ! 
 Cadgers an' cuddy -creels, oigherin' ! — hoigherin* ! 
 
 " The lanlowpers !" — quo' Maggy Maclane. 
 
 Cowtes were to fother : — Meg owre the bum flang ! 
 Nowte were to tether : — Meg through the wood rang ! 
 The widow she kenn'd-na to bless or to bann ! 
 
 Sic waste o' gude wooers to hain ! 
 Yet, aye at the souter, Meg grumph'd her I an' grumph'd her! 
 The loot-shouther'd wabster, she huniph'd her! and humph'd htirl 
 The lamiter tailor, she stump'd her! an' stump'd her! 
 
 Her minnie might groo or grane ! 
 
 The tailor he likit cockleekie broo ; 
 
 An' doon he cam' wi' a beck an' a boo ; — 
 
 Quo' Meg, — " We'se sune tak' the cleckcn aff you;" — 
 
 An' plump ! i' the burn he's gane ! 
 The widow's cheek redden'd ; her heart it play'd thud! aye ; 
 Her garters she cuist roon' his neck like a wuddie I 
 She linkit him oot ; but wi' wringin' his duddies. 
 
 Her weed -ring it's burst in twain! 
 
 Wowf was the widow — to haud nor to bing ! 
 The tailor he's afF, an' he's coft a new ring '. 
 Th' deil squeeze his craig's no wordy the string ! — 
 
 He's waddet auld Widow MacIaue ! 
 Auld ? — an' a bride ! Na, ye'd pitied the tea-pat .' 
 O saut were the skadyens ! but balm's in Glenlivat 
 The haggis was bockin' oot bluters o' bree-fat. 
 
 An' hotch'd to the piper its lane.— 
 
 Doon the bumside, i' the lown o' the glen, 
 Meg reists her bird-lane, i' a but-an-a-ben : 
 Steal doon when ye dow, — i' the dearth, gentlemen,— 
 
 Ye'se be awmous to Maggy Maclane ! 
 Lane banks the virgin — nae white pows now keekin 
 Through key-hole an' cranny, nae cash blade stan's sleekiu' 
 His nicherin' naigie, his gaudamous seekin' ! 
 
 Alack for the days that are gane ! 
 
 Lame's fa'n the Bouter!— some steek i' his thiel 
 The cooper's clean gyte, wi' a hoopin' coughee ! 
 The smith's got sae blin' — wi' a spunk i' his e'e ! — 
 
 He's tyned glint o' Maggy Maclane ! 
 Meg brake the kirk pew -door— Auld Beukie leuk'd near-na her} 
 She dunkled her pattie — Young Sneckie ne'er speir'd for her ! 
 But the warat'a when the wee mouse leuks oot, wi' a tear to her, 
 
 Frae the meal-kist o' Maggy Maclane I 
 
304 BOCiTTUB BOKOilL 
 
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SCOTTISH SONGS. 206 
 
 hugged myself In my obscurity." It i-emains to be added, that although " Auld Robin Gray" was 
 originally written to the old tune of " The Bridegroom greits when the sun gaes down," it is now, 
 with the exception of the first verse, which retains the old air, universally sung to a beautiful modern 
 tune, composed by the Rev. William Leeves, rector of Wrington, who died in 1828. aged 80. "We do 
 not here give the continuation or second part of" Auld Robin Gray," in which the old gentleman is 
 made to die, and " young Jamie" to marry the widow, as it is admitted on all hands to be a failure, 
 and to destroy toLilly the beauty of the original story. In the present version we follow chiefly the old 
 reading, which differs somewhat from that given by the authoress when late in life, as the alterations 
 she then made do not appear to us to be improvements.] 
 
 When tlie sheep are in the fauld, and the k)*e a" at harae. 
 When a' the weary world to sleep are gane. 
 The wacs o' my heart fit' in showers frae my e'e. 
 While my gudeman lies sound by me. 
 
 Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for hia bride ; 
 But saving a crown he had naething else beside. 
 To make the crown a pound, my Jamie gaed to sea; 
 And the crown and the pound, thev were baith for me ! 
 
 He hadna been awa' a week but only twa, 
 
 Wlien my mither she fell sick, and the cow was stown awa ; 
 
 My father bralc his arm — my Jamie at the sea — 
 
 And Auld Robin Gray came a-courting me. 
 
 My father couldna work — ^my mither couldna spin ; 
 I toil'd day and night, but their bread I couldna win ; 
 Auld Rob maintained them baith, and, wi' tears in his e'e. 
 Said, " Jenny, for their sakes, will you marry me ?" 
 
 My heart it said na, and I look'd for Jamie back ; 
 But hard blew the winds, and his ship was a wrack : 
 His ship it was a wrack ! Why didna Jenny dee ? 
 And wherefore was 1 spar'd to cry, Wae is me ! 
 
 My father argued sair — my mither didna speak. 
 But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break ; 
 They gied him my hand, but my heart was in the sea ; 
 And so Auld Robin Gray, he was gudeman to me. 
 
 I hadna been his wife, a week but only four. 
 
 When mournfu* as I sat on the stane at the door, 
 
 I saw my Jamie's ghaist — I couldna think it he. 
 
 Till he said, " I'm come hame, my love, to marry tbee!^ 
 
 sair, sair did we greet, and mickle did we say ; 
 Ae kiss we took — nae mair — I bad him gang away. 
 
 1 wish that i were dead, but I'm no like to dee* 
 And why do I live to say, Wae is me! 
 
 I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin; 
 I darena think o' Jamie, for that wad be a sin- 
 But I will do my best a gude wife aye to be. 
 For Auld Bobin Gray, be is kind to me. 
 
206 
 
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 A« WMkb^ iM «o«M iHito OTL 
 
 BOTi^«Otl»lMa.*0. 
 
 Tboi»ftr o n l i^ oMarftMaoMidfrK. 
 
 Wkv mon tfam OM^ bifilM t 
 teo, wkMk o/W tbo lB«« oru 
 
 How w* Uw, nj Mof aad wo. 
 
 How W« lOVO, Md how W gIMk 
 
 I cuoas bgr how ftw aiif OM : 
 Bm, whkik onv Cht hn« on. 
 Wha I wWi ««« manmr HHOt, 
 
 ®i)e IrBttH o' i^Oftftftf Vlttf • 
 
 (Tmi* m«. to^tno or "yy^ <^ < *• 
 
 Uvorpool oMnqr !«■•«•■•• MidMflf ataaaMiA* 
 Tmonrdianor holdthMO to oHHMMnttMi «# 
 ttM Mrth-day ofEoborl Dtfm.] 
 
 WhMOMOVHll 
 
 Mo«a»Mth to Bfc — d Mfht o h oo u , 
 Th«« to o^iejr tho lov* OX 
 B«ra^ to tht hwd. *«. 
 
 Am a a bMd, and wMto wo *talw 
 Wo< rtoHolwir hlia tAt§H Bah, 
 m >ov» iw •««, and aam «Mp itah 
 BMMiliIko wMrttof WMO vx 
 
 0t«rtUgf «iU) ti)e cm o't. 
 
 fWarrnDilyl 
 
 «a,Otaaiew,ahoat 
 
 flw yov IMl to Iho ma or«* WhMte ow Iho lM» 
 
 DoMld. Tht M^lo PA. aad 
 Urtaal laka«-^Aln»flM AaMftiHi «MM. 
 
 Noo, bjr nj titi^. Ok taMMr dMP, 
 
 I trow yr» a' tight wilaomi hwo i 
 
 Won prov* to mirth o«r tMlo ttmr. 
 
 Bat wlaiia prova tho davoo^ 
 
 H—^ to tht had o^ Inn hh 
 
 Tartan ktlto aad tany woo* t 
 O fer a waaght o^ BK 
 
 IbONOOX 
 
 Dowf aad dowto bt bk lot, 
 Wbat'er daslto a farlthor Soot, 
 Vn' hdpinc haa' to ohart a gmd. 
 If waat ritoold OMk* hka emm ot. 
 
 ■^1 
 
 I*«o wao^ yo aailr thaa hata y oar. 
 ▲a* ITjaf^d wad OM aoor ooa d ipo«. 
 
 Wl' Matoaioi, aa* tho oavo &%. 
 Jtaartothapolati daiiii I-ai witi 
 WB fo ba aqr haf laawno. twoK > 
 naha haa% aad wtff a hargala b* t, 
 
 ▲a* aOW thlak oa tfM oaio o-u 
 
 Ka, aa, ^aar Kato. I wtaaa wad. 
 O'tfoaMaMlH ayoborodoi 
 
 ^r aanhit*, aa' th» oaia v^l 
 ▲ «^l»B»'aall*o'glw. 
 A wift atW tUak to atak* o* BM, 
 rfeaa taB aa* iVfifw I'D hoop ftao. 
 

 
 
 BCOTTISH SONGS. 207 
 
 
 Weel, weel, said Robin, in reply, ^ The English Rose was ne'er sae red. 
 
 
 
 Ye ne'er again shall me deny, 
 
 The Shamrock waved whare glory led. 
 
 
 
 Ye may a toothless maiden die 
 
 And the Scottish Thistle raised its head. 
 
 
 
 For me, I'll tak' nae care o't. 
 
 An' smiled upon Vittoria. 
 
 
 
 Fare weel for ever !— aflf I hie ;— 
 
 
 
 
 Sae took his leave without a sigh ■ 
 
 Loud was the battle's stormy swell. 
 
 
 
 Oh ! stop, quo' Kate, I'm yours, I'll try 
 
 Whare thousands fought and mony fell ; 
 
 
 
 The married life, an' care o't. 
 
 But the Glasgow heroes bore the bell 
 At the battle of Vittoria. 
 
 
 
 Rab wheel't about, to Kate cam' back, 
 
 The Paris maids may ban them a'. 
 
 
 
 An' ga'e her mou' a hearty smack. 
 
 Their lads are maistly wede awa'. 
 
 
 
 Syne lengthen'd out a lovin' crack 
 
 An' cauld an' pale as wreaths o' snaw 
 
 
 
 'Bout marriage an' the care o't. 
 
 They lie upon Vittoria. 
 
 
 
 Though as she thocht she didna speak. 
 
 
 
 
 An' lookit unco mira an' meek, • 
 
 Wi' quakin' heart and tremblin' knees 
 
 
 
 Yet blythe was she wi' Rab to cleek 
 
 The Eagle standard-bearer flees. 
 
 
 
 In marriage, wi' the care o't. 
 
 While the "meteor flag" floats to the bree/e. 
 
 An' wantons on Vittoria. 
 Britannia's glory there was shown, 
 By the undaunted Wellington, 
 
 
 
 ^ittotia. 
 
 An' the tyrant trembled on his throne. 
 
 
 
 Whan hearin' o' Vittoria. 
 
 
 
 [William Glbn.— Air, " Whistle o'er the lave 
 
 Peace to the spirits o" the brave. 
 
 
 
 .■)'t."— This song was written on the occasion of 
 
 Let a' their trophies for them wave. 
 
 
 
 the battle of Vittoria, at which the 71st or Glas- 
 
 An' green be our Cadogan's grave. 
 
 
 
 gow regiment of light infantry played a distin- 
 
 Upon thy field, Vittoria ! 
 
 
 
 guished part. We have been told, that when first 
 
 There let eternal laurels bloom. 
 
 
 
 produced at the old theatre in Queen street. 
 
 WTiile maidens mourn his early doom. 
 
 
 
 Glasgow, the song was received with rapturous 
 
 An' deck his lowly honour'd tomb 
 
 
 
 applause, and had a run of many nights.] 
 
 Wi' roses on Vittoria. 
 
 
 
 SjtNo a' ye bards wi* loud acclaim, 
 
 Ye Caledonian war-pipes play. 
 
 
 
 High glory gi'e to gallant Grahamo, 
 
 Barossa heard your Highlan' lay. 
 
 
 
 Heap laurels on our Marshall's fame. 
 
 An' the gallant Scot show'd there that day. 
 
 
 
 Wha conquer'd at Vittoria. 
 
 A prelude to Vittoria, 
 
 
 
 Triumphant freedom smiled on Spain, 
 
 Shout to the heroes— swell ilk voice. 
 
 
 
 An' raised her stately form again. 
 
 To them wha made poor Spain rqoice 
 
 
 
 Whan the British Lion shook his mane 
 
 Shout Wellington an' Lynedoch, boys. 
 
 
 
 On the mountains o' Vittoria. 
 
 Barossa an' Vittoria ! 
 
 
 
 Let blust'rin' Suchet crously crack. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Let Joseph rin the coward's track, 
 
 
 
 
 And Jourdan wish his baton back. 
 He left upon Vittoria , 
 
 1i©at im%. 
 
 
 
 If e'er they meet their worthy king. 
 
 
 
 
 Let them dance roun' him in a ring. 
 
 [From " The Lady of the Lake," by SirW altrr 
 
 
 
 An' some Scottish piper play the spring 
 
 Scott. This may be appropriately sung to the 
 
 
 
 He blew them at Vittoria. 
 
 tune of " The Banks of the Devon."] 
 
 
 
 Gi'e truth an' honour to the Dane, 
 
 Hail to the chief who in triumph advances ' 
 
 
 
 Gi'e German's monarch heart and brain ; 
 
 Honour'd and bless'd be the ever-green Pine ! 
 
 
 
 But aye in sic a cause as Spain, 
 
 Long may the Tree, in his banner that glances-. 
 
 
 
 Gi'e Britons a Vittoria. ^ 
 
 ■f Flourish, the shelter and pnice of our Ime ! 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
M8 
 
 ■ — dlllMyw<iM, A Twmkmntnmmmtmtmmm. 
 
 Moofd la lk» tMlai rsak, 
 Piwrto Uh liBiiiU'w ikMk, 
 FtaMT kt iwii khm tlM mte II Uott I 
 M— *<tli —d lliwiaMiM, th— , 
 liin Mi pulw MM, 
 
 " Bpa«%h Ti* AipiM dte. iMiiHwr 
 
 rOMlBOlMf* 
 
 grvBH l»«v rial 
 
 And UMb«t«r Lech UMoa«ll»4«4Mtarrida. 
 WMMraadlMftaaii 
 Lot ■han iOT i l —riyt, 
 
 lUak arOui-AlptaM Willi ter Md wMk «wt 
 
 ^rMr,ftrtk«prfi««rtt* 
 
 tr«rai»i«lliM laafMlMdM 
 
 Olifcrt «!■) 
 
 W«mvMkMMifi 
 
 tpvvt 
 
 " ■odMlcil VM AlplM dkll, IWI IMW •■ 
 
 ^tts'fl ttoa lobcrtf. 
 
 [Warrrair bjrBASBar Loeiioas, aboal UBi^tB 
 thttoMofDmit DtdaDdMaryOraj." nt» 
 Mitf Um edMr wag hf tkt wow •adMr, gHm la 
 p. IM, bavt only bclbct appmnd la a ■nail local 
 B»lto>naBy,«alilbd -Th»Tmmtl»9iAptn»J^ 
 
 Ihua aaaty, !*«• tata laag jroar can^ 
 
 Toar oeaBMb gald ka% Mhi awi 
 ■ow la a Uttl* OM sac* nair 
 
 ▲a* hallk 1 toal4r iPi^ «r I 
 ■Ml-Mpatlaaf ' 
 
 Tb to a My plHMM BH, 
 
 Aadtoikiltowrtoawtl 
 
 Bb latt aad iMto «allM aw t 
 Dal, aaa^, 11 avw iraM la laa, 
 ▲aiAsMyaadrtona. 
 
 Aa* tkas ftfiri to Maay t 
 • toayato 
 
 ttoa^ aa l aai M f , ito toi p ila irtto. 
 
 tWitUAH CBAWat TWat, "Lawla Oe: 
 - - J 
 
 lis 
 
 aa'wtoiwUaw, 
 
 TW taw to yaatk aMy ftovi awldK 
 Aad yaatldbl daya al'iay tofalla, 
 TlM Vy* ka. wtUi law y crm, 
 lljgrlMB«f*« ttoroaa^ li aaa i . 
 
 WiMt tkoaglitka roH^ tdariM Mib 
 Aad UlH dfaap toaMlk Um ttoidib 
 la danaaal IfcUwyiBI iiaiala, 
 Ttogmar to bad. to kh^am atato. 
 ]latkf«adalifhto,fta^ 
 
SCOTTISH SONGSi 
 
 209 
 
 ®5ie UmH d tf)e W^hm. 
 
 ["These verses," says Burns, "were composed 
 on a charming girl, a Miss Cliarlotte Hamilton, 
 who is now married to James M'Kitrick Adair, 
 Esq., physician. She is sister to my worthy friend 
 Gavin Hamilton, of Mauchline; and was bom on 
 the banks of Ayr, but was, at the time I wrote 
 these lines, (August, 1787,) residing at Herveyston, 
 In Clackmannanshire, on the romantic banks of 
 the little river Devon. — I first heard the air from 
 a lady in Inverness and got the notes taken down 
 for tliifl work."— The name of the Gaelic air is 
 "Banarach Donnach Ruidh," or "The Brown 
 Dairy-maid."] 
 
 How pleasant the banks of the clear-winding 
 Devon, 
 
 "With green-spreading bushes, and flowers 
 blooming fair 
 But the bonniest flower on the banks of the Devon 
 
 Was once a sweet bud on the braes of the Ayr. 
 Mild be the sun on this sweet blushing flower. 
 
 In the gay rosy morn, as it bathes in the dew ; 
 And gentle the fall of the soft vernal shower. 
 
 That steals on the evening each leaf to renew ! 
 
 O spare the dear blossom, ye orient breezes, 
 
 "With chill hoary wing as ye usher the dawn ! 
 And fsiT be thou distant, thou reptile, that seizes 
 
 The verdure and pride of the garden and lawn ! 
 Let Bourbon exult in her gay gilded lilies. 
 
 And England triumphant display her proud 
 rose; 
 A fairer than either adorns the green valleys. 
 
 Where Devon, sweet Devon, meandering flows. 
 
 [Written by Burns fo* Thomson's collection, 
 to the tune of " Rothiemurchus* Rant." The 
 heroine was Jean Lorimer, of whom we have had 
 occasion to speak in previous notes.] 
 
 Lassie wi' the lint- white locks, 
 
 Bonnie lassie, artless lassie. 
 Wilt thou wi' me tend the flocks ? 
 
 Wilt thou be my dearie, ? 
 
 Now Nature deads the flowery lea. 
 And a* is young and sweet like thee; 
 0, wilt thou share its joys wi' me. 
 And say thou'lt be my dearie, O ? 
 Lajssie wi, &c. 
 
 And when the welcome summer shower 
 Has cheer'd ilk drooping little flower. 
 We'll to the breathing woodbine bower. 
 At sultry noon, my dearie, 0. 
 
 When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray. 
 The weary shearer's hameward way. 
 Through yellow-waving flelds we'll stray. 
 And talk o' love, my dearie, O. 
 
 And when the howling wintry blast 
 Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest. 
 Enclasped to my faithfu' breast, 
 I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O. 
 
 [Another song by Burns in honour of Jean 
 Lorimer, the "lassie wi* the lint-white locks." 
 Bums wrote it to aid the eloquence of a Mr. Gil- 
 lespie, one of her suitors. The eloquence and the 
 poet's verse were equally unavailing ; she married 
 an officer who used her cruelly, and the result was 
 a separation after a few months. " Craigie-bum- 
 wood," says Currie, " is situated on the banks of 
 the river Moffat, about three miles distant from 
 the village of that name. The woods of Craigie- 
 bum and Dumcriefl' were at one time fovourite 
 haunts of our poet. It was there he met the 
 ' Lassie wi' the lint-white locks,' and there he con- 
 ceived several of his beautiful lyrics." The chorus 
 of the present song is old.] 
 
 Sweet closes the evening on Craigie-bum-wood, 
 
 And blithely awaukens the morrow; 
 But the pride of the spring in the Craigie-burn 
 Can yield to me nothing but sorrow. [wood. 
 Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie, 
 
 And O ! to be lying beyond thee , 
 
 O sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep 
 
 That's laid in the bed beyond thee J 
 
 I see the spreading leaves and flowers, 
 
 1 hear the wild birds singing; 
 But pleasure they ha'e nane for me, 
 
 While care my heart is wringing. 
 
210 
 
 I eurna Ml, I wtam Ml, 
 
 Bat MOM |0«» wfll tewk ■ 
 IflBiwIitlMHir. 
 
 I M tiM* giMiteS iMltM, aM Ml, 
 
 lM*tlMt»l*W»l 
 
 Ifth— wOiWitrfiliiilil 
 
 la lot* to Ha and lH«iy*, 
 Twad ba mjr dMi. llMt «a ka n«a, 
 MybMrt«adb«M " 
 
 Bat, J«aoto, aqr thoa wilt ba mfot. 
 Hay. tboa lo'w aaaa hakn awi 
 
 And a* Bj daia ar lift to aMoa 
 Illg 
 
 Aad O, to ba lyliW toyvM Ckw* 
 O ffWMtly, Kiaadiy, axMl SMf Im ilHp 
 T1«n laid la tte bad b^wd IkM I 
 
 (StHigie-bttnt'tMO^. 
 
 tTma b aaaikar «OTri 
 
 ^f Vtan akora Vonaio. 
 
 IWairrBiMdtoMMnMpilrW.OnraxAs.] 
 
 War IkM 0ik flV baMla kMi> 
 WBt «kaa t*. «y bnw iHria, 
 
 .Wnt Hwa go, mj ayar aay. 
 
 8«mT fti'a tka ata a« GMgla-tatm, 
 And blttba awabaa tha l a atf aw i 
 
 Bat a' tha prida V apttat^ mbam 
 Can TMd mt aaakt baft aav>«* 
 
 laaa tha flow 
 
 Ihaartka' 
 
 Batwkataa 
 
 natal. Mb woaU I any grtaft tepart. 
 
 Tat dan na Ibr your aagrr t 
 Bat aaerat lova wtU biaak mj baan, 
 
 IfleooeaalltlaBflar. 
 
 IftheaiaAMatopHyma, 
 
 If tboa abaH lava aalthar, 
 Whaa jraa fvaaa laavaa iMla ftaa tba tMb 
 gmva tbcy'U mithmr. 
 
 Wr LawlMid ipaaobaa iM, laarfa, 
 Wtet ka« Mpwtaaaaaa tea Iha baart, 
 ■aa M II ba tea IhtaMj laMa. 
 
 Wr Av dbHV III da* Ikf waM, 
 Wir «M aMad liv IMr. laaria t 
 Tkoattriaay tartet XMMd aM tha wa*. 
 
 ■M^ baaoto «a flaa. M* 
 
 iahaal.««1l>ahithaiaal, 
 
 toaba^a'baUdMwlMria. 
 
 ll hm tha an, tha hart, Iha ia^ 
 
 Tha toaMtaa na riv, laa*h 
 fbr dMh M* dmha l-B baal tha bnba. 
 
 -Ta«,I<Bta,nrbaMla] 
 Taa, in fa, nf bmw laama; 
 
 in hot mjr aaata. Ill «Mt tha foata, 
 Oa tha btan abooa Bamw, laddla. 
 
 Tha Ion thoa baar^M fer HMb hidd 
 Dk }ogr aa* aan wl* thn in dban^ 
 UatO tha day I daa. h 
 
 anan waal, eana wM, 111 hilt aad taa, 
 V» tha bmnabooa Baaaw, teddla." 
 
1 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 211 
 
 
 ^ Anstruther Musomanik Society, in October, 1814. 
 
 
 
 
 "We here give the author's latest improved copy. 
 
 
 
 m^m ^utnimin* 
 
 as it appears in his " Lays and Lyrics." The two 
 versions, it will be seen, differ materially from 
 each other.— Air, " Andro and his cutty gun."] 
 
 
 
 [From a very elegant volume of poema, entitled. 
 
 
 
 
 " Lays and Lyrics, by Captain Charles Gray, of 
 
 Blythb, blythe, and merry are we. 
 
 
 
 the Royal Marines, F. R. A. S. E. :" Edinburgh, 
 
 Blythe are we, ane and a' j 
 
 
 
 1841.— Captain Gray has been long known as a 
 
 Aften ha'e we cantie been. 
 
 
 
 successful song-writer. So far back as 1811, he 
 
 But sic a nicht we never saw J 
 
 
 
 published a small collection of " Poems and 
 
 The gloamin saw us a' sit down. 
 
 
 
 Songs," some of the latter of which have become 
 
 And meikle mirth has been our fa'; 
 
 
 
 established favourites with the public. The Cap- 
 
 Then let the sang and toast gae roun' 
 
 
 
 tain was a native of Anstruther, in Fifeshire: and, 
 
 •Till chanticleer begins to craw 1 
 
 
 
 alter a service in the royal marine forces of nearly 
 
 Blythe, blythe, and merry are we — 
 
 
 
 forty years, retired to Edinburgh, where he died. 
 
 Pick and wale o' merry men ; 
 
 
 
 14th AprU, 18->1. The present fine song has been 
 
 "What care we though the cock may craw. 
 
 
 
 set to music by Mr. Peter AJacleod.] 
 
 We're masters o' the tappit-hen 1 
 
 
 
 When autumn haa laid her sickle by. 
 
 The auld kirk bell has chappit twal— 
 
 
 
 And the stacks are theekit to baud them dry; 
 
 Wha cares though she had chappit twa ; 
 
 
 
 And the sapless leaves come down frae the trees. 
 
 We're licht o' heart and winna part, 
 
 
 
 And dance about in the fitfu' breeze ; 
 
 Though time and tide may rin awa! 
 
 
 
 And the robin again sits burd-alane. 
 
 Blythe, blythe, and merry are we— 
 
 
 
 And sings his sang on the auld peat stane; 
 
 Hearts that care can never ding ; 
 
 
 
 When come is the hour o' gloamin grey. 
 
 Then let time pass—we'll steal his glaas. 
 
 
 
 Oh ! sweet is to me tlie minstrel's lay. 
 
 And pu' a feather frae his wingl 
 
 
 
 "When winter is driving his cloud on the gale, ' 
 
 Now is the witchin' time of nicht. 
 
 
 
 And spairgin about his snaw and his hail. 
 
 . When ghaists, they say, are to be seen ; 
 
 
 
 And the door is steekit against the blast. 
 
 And fays dance to the glow-worm's licht 
 
 
 
 And the winnocks wi' wedges are firm and fast. 
 
 Wi' fairies in their gowns of green. 
 
 
 
 And the ribs are rypet, the cannel a-light. 
 
 Blythe, blythe, and merry are we— 
 
 
 
 And the fire on the hearth is bleezin' bright. 
 
 Ghaists may tak' their midnicht stroll ; 
 
 
 
 And the bicker is reamin' wi' pithy brown ale; 
 
 Witches ride on brooms astride. 
 
 
 
 Oh • dear is to me a sang or a tale. 
 
 While we Bit by the witchin' bowl 1 
 
 
 
 Then I tove awa' by the ingle -side. 
 
 Tut ! never speir how wears the morn— 
 
 
 
 And tell o' the blasts I was wont to bide. 
 
 The moon's still blinkin' i' the sky. 
 
 
 
 When the nichts were lang and the sea ran high. 
 
 And, gif like her we fill our horn, 
 
 
 
 And the moon hid her face in the depths of the sky. 
 
 I dinna doubt we'll drink it dry! 
 
 
 
 And the mast was strained, and the canvass rent. 
 
 Blythe, blythe, and merry are we— 
 
 
 
 By some demon on message of mischief sent ; 
 
 Blythe out-owre the barley bree ; 
 
 
 
 Oh ! I bless my stars that at hame I can bide. 
 
 And let me tell, the moon hersel' 
 
 
 
 For dear, dear to me is my ain ingle-side. 
 
 Aft dips her toom horn i' the sea 1 
 
 
 
 
 Then fill us up a social cup, 
 
 And never mind the dapple-dawn ; 
 
 
 
 ^^e Social €ui^> 
 
 Just sit awhile— the sun may smile 
 
 And licht us a' across the lawn; 
 
 Blythe, blythe, and merry are we ;— 
 
 
 
 [At page 192 will be found the original version 
 
 See : the sun is keekin' ben ; 
 
 
 
 of this popular song, by Captain Charles Gray, 
 
 Gi'e time his glass— for months may pass 
 
 
 
 which was written for the first anniversary of tlie^ 
 
 p Ere we ha'e sic a nicht again ! 
 
 
 
213 
 
 SnUtet 0i'9,m%ttt. * Kit SU^grt* gulx. 
 
 -Air, ** J«nnr> Bkwtaa.-] 
 
 O AuJvrsa M'ALLtrrca, 
 Toar ilMintrr mU m •' aaCif 
 
 1 ad 94iMr «■ tiN gnM. 
 
 TIM adBw, HiU>, «M fldftai' Ma 
 TodMM tlM HicbUad flta^ hk Imm, 
 H* lap M kith M Ikva^ waoM, 
 
 Aa roaad aboot tlM itaf h* wkadt, 
 AadoMtekbtlMmilMi 
 
 Ohipw rMr." VM Hpalw at a mkmi ang 
 'itwiad awala M^ir, >iiagfcl HI 
 
 Wacaaliwa aatfrii« af Mm aattar k<y«M ikal 
 
 ^Mbyttadaaii^iiiliit. Ba dkd ai l^tliwd, 
 mkrMw.lM4 TiM Mraf 01a«ivlilMMaa* 
 
 OAlHMvM' 
 
 I'd 
 
 tta MaMd vaafc af Ja|7 II 
 
 O, Tsa va ftaa OM MM Wai d «ai 
 .■•ja 
 
 FarllM kdi aad tka kaM aia 
 ABd a* ba^ aaw la a HMTi 
 
 r>i^ haalB |«b Md IM at ba laaglag. 
 0», Mtfi, van ba lH«MM 1 kar. 
 
 Ilari 
 Ilk I 
 Tba fary loadlai 
 
 >-i wiwg 1 ■l■ ^y ««■■» Tbaa Tarn km fat a^ la a hany^ 
 
 9fm wt* aaaa aad aaalH. H •A*' ^'**' ^** I** *"*^ MomI* aaad, 
 
 a'bkara^BMdldiaK Aad a plat •• aUlb bna* bt did wany. 
 
 1W aMfc* hka aaik lai«h kr Ite f«^ t 
 
 yarhM^wtelkaaalda 
 O immrM«A 
 
 vaMabnatl, 
 
 Fowwaal 
 
 For ha got baad & alawaiM Kak, 
 
 ** OaaM bHa," qaec ba, ** in tbaw tba gala 
 
 t9 teaoa tba M%^«r-f ftag.** 
 Tht msbkDd flat ba daaaad wr ska, 
 Aad kp aa ba «M« twn to Ami 
 
 d tript It light 
 OAnkkrM 
 
 Vewi 
 
 Aad WMiy booghi aia waatla* latt, 
 
 B«M«i th^ Mir wi* drouth wm« atrat, 
 
 Wl' danein' «• I waen. 
 I tfov tht gauotTMa gat a lift, 
 A ad rooad tha bicker fWw lilw drift. 
 And AUkkr that vtry night, 
 
 Ouold aoaroaly ataod hk koa. 
 O AUkkr UU 
 
 AadailaB^aakaBi. 
 
 Oa paiyaM iha laaaa kr la 
 
 laiktBMiaaam 
 
 Vaw Ibm bt vaa bhHBk« dM l«Mr, 
 Taa altht ba bad gat btaaal ka, 
 
 Aad tf]*kd gkad Mi^gy MaeTkar, 
 Aad kith ba tbeeht ibaaM kr to f«ib 
 
 Uh aariaa, fbr aadgk. Ml a o cblag 
 
 Vpea thak wbkt nagaaad thair hnmm, 
 Wl* anoflBg. and kaghlng, aad JokSag, 
 
 Eb • kfd what a awam o* l«Bw Mb, 
 Baw^<pa«r|jr, wfld baaaCa, wbad ar kitana, 
 Swaalyalaa's, Maktar Paaeh.aadyBab Jack 
 Uktaknaaaaaraa.ka. 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 213 
 
 
 Now WUlock and Tam gayan bouzie, l 
 
 i Says Tam, " Wlia did that, deil confound him— 
 
 
 
 By this time had met wi* their joes. 
 
 Fair play, let me win at the loon," 
 
 
 
 Consented wi* Gibbie and Susy 
 
 And he whirled his stick round and round him. 
 
 
 
 To gang awa' down to the shows ; 
 
 And swore like a very dragoon. 
 
 
 
 'Twas there was the fiddling and drumming, 
 
 Lilt te turan an uran, &c. 
 
 
 
 Sic a crowd they could scarcely get through. 
 
 
 
 
 Fiddles, trumpets, and organs a bumming ; 
 
 Then next for a house they gaed glow'ring. 
 
 
 
 O. Sirs, what a hully-baloo. 
 
 Whare they might get wetting their mou'. 
 
 
 
 Lilt te turan an uran, &o. 
 
 Says Meg, " Here's a house keeps a pouring, 
 Wi' the sign o' the muckle black cow." 
 
 
 
 Then hie to the tents at the paling. 
 
 " A cow !" quo' Jenny, ' ' ye gawky ! 
 
 
 
 Weel theeked wi' blankets and mats. 
 
 Preserve us ! but ye've little skill. 
 
 
 
 And deals seated round like a tap-room. 
 
 Did ye e'er see a hawky like thai- 
 
 
 
 Supported on stanes and on pats ; 
 
 Look again and ye'U see it's a bill." 
 
 
 
 The whisky like water they're selling,— 
 
 Lilt te turan an uran, &c. 
 
 
 
 And porter as sma' as their yill,— 
 And aye as you're pouring they're telling, 
 "Troth dear, it's just sixpence the gill!' 
 Lilt te turan an uran, &c. 
 
 But just as they darkened the entry. 
 Says Willie, " We're now far eneugh, 
 
 I see it's a house for the gentry,— 
 
 Let's gang to the sign o' the pleugh." 
 
 
 
 Says Meg—" See yon beast wi' the claes on't, 
 Wi' the face o't as black as the soot, 
 
 Preserve's ! it has fingers and taes on't— 
 Eh, lass, it's an unco like brute '" 
 
 " Na faith," then says Gibbie, " we'se raither 
 Gae dauner to auld Luckie Gunn's, 
 
 For there I'm to meet wi' my faither. 
 And auld uncle John o' the Whins." 
 Lilt te turan an uran, &c. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 " 0, woman, but ye are a gomeral. 
 
 
 
 
 To mak' sic a won'er at that, 
 
 Now they a' in Luckie's had landed. 
 
 
 
 D'ye na ken, you daft gowk, that' a mongrel. 
 
 Twa rounds at the bicker to try. 
 
 
 
 That's bred 'twixt a dog and a cat." 
 
 The whisky and yill round was handed. 
 
 
 
 Lilt te turan an uran, &c. 
 
 And baps in great bourocks did lie. 
 Blind Aleck the fiddler was trysted. 
 
 
 
 "See yon souple jaud how she's dancing. 
 
 And he was to handle the bow; 
 
 
 
 Wi' the white ruffled breeks and red shoon. 
 
 On a big barrel head he was hoisted. 
 
 
 
 Frae tap to the tae she's a' glancing. 
 
 To keep himsel' out o' the row. 
 
 
 
 Wi' gowd and a feather aboon.— 
 
 Lilt te turan an uran, &c. 
 
 
 
 My troth, she's a braw decent kimmer. 
 
 
 
 
 As I have yet seen in the fair." 
 
 Had ye seen sic a din and guffawing. 
 
 
 
 "Her decent!" quo' Meg, "she's a limmer. 
 
 Sic hooching and dancing was there. 
 
 
 
 Or, fiiith, she would never be there." 
 
 Sic rugging, and riving, and drawing. 
 
 
 
 Lilt te turan an uran, &c. 
 
 Was ne'er seen before in a fair. 
 For Tam, he wi' Maggy was wheeling. 
 
 
 
 Now Gibbie was wanting a toothfu'. 
 
 And he gied sic a terrible loup. 
 
 
 
 Says he, " I'm right tired o' the fun. 
 
 That his head came a thump on the ceiling. 
 
 
 
 D'ye think we'd be the waur o' a mouthfu* 
 
 And he cam' down wi' a dump on lus doup. 
 
 
 
 gude nappy yill and a bun ?" 
 
 Lilt te turan an uran, &c. 
 
 
 
 " Wi' a' my heart," Tam says, " I'm willing,— 
 
 
 
 
 'Tis best for to water the corn ; 
 
 Now they ate and they drank till their bellies 
 
 
 
 By jing, I've a bonnie white shilling. 
 
 Were bent like the head o' a drum. 
 
 
 
 And a saxpence that ne'er saw the morn." 
 
 Syne they raise, and they capered like fillies. 
 
 
 
 Lilt te turan an uran, &c. 
 
 Whene'er that tlie fiddle play'd bum. 
 Wi' dancing they now were grown w«ary. 
 
 
 
 Before they got out o' the bustle. 
 
 And scarcely were able to stan'. 
 
 
 
 Poor Tam got his fairing I trow. 
 
 So they took to the road a' fu' cheerjr. 
 
 
 
 For a stick at the ginge'bread play'd whistle. 
 
 As day was beginning to dawn. 
 
 
 
 And knocked him down like a cow : { 
 
 ■f Lilt te turan an uran. &c. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
914 
 
 
 ThM hMl Ml aw cfw, JsmK 
 
 Thorn hM* Ml vm aw. 
 ▲llMi kMl IhM «ewK tliM iwl 
 
 Vtfw tImi'M Mi thy iMi Ibray*- 
 
 TbeooMMlowa 
 
 8oM ■» «wfy c^M III «lai^ 
 
 ^8 ^' i^tdqn* 
 
 (JAim Bom.] 
 
 8h«^ pl»r^ tiM 4«a 
 Aa'a'tlMlMidMl 
 
 MM^llOfWBtlM 
 
 Aa* •Bool'tf him 
 
 n* ftoaglMBaa ploafht wlUieat tha aoek • 
 
 Tba fidaaa whiMla* vanly ] 
 The riHvbwd pla« aaww kh terii. 
 
 Th* tailor lad's ^•a «««r tlM bad I 
 
 Tho ooMor oa*! a paHojrt 
 Tho wwvarH aobt out thraofh.tho «*b, 
 
 ▲a*a-JbrM«io'Marlqr. 
 
 WlHirilah 
 lol 
 
 Aa'thidawBh 
 
 fi*nts. 
 
 [W'sirraa tjr Bvaat Ibt TknMWH MBvotioa, 
 »a tho tarn or '«Tho C>aahirt Wlfc." O o rta ti 
 {A(pm M* f .i h eoi) lo tfco i l j u l of tha — n.] 
 
 aaoI.avMlhMM^ 
 
 M.aqrlo«otrVMi9t 
 
 patoaloacnjvoias 
 
 Valhfhaao«lir«fk«ft. 
 
 iwMkhakay* 
 
 Tata awy tWaooyooof loo% 
 Uitldl>a»tlfc|lio III 
 
 WlAi b Mb whM wMMlat la«a> 
 
 mihto ' 
 
 V 
 
 iratafony a ia m la t . 
 
 (Mo4ora Jaootllt oMf .] 
 
 n«^ amo tho hOk that I lo^ «arf { 
 BoH o««« tho hUli w daiaaa aoaM. 
 B«1 owia tho hUli aiOBt DamhhUM. 
 Wha oooa wU flrt Mo woieoaM hana. 
 
 My Mhor» IBM fta tfhl flbr hha. 
 My Mthon wtaaa hUo at hana. 
 My Bilthor giooli aad ptays to thon, 
 ▲ad ^too4 iho thlaks thoyn ao to Mhw 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 215 
 
 
 The Whigs may scofif, the Whigs may jeer, ^ 
 
 
 
 But, ah I that luve maun be sincere. 
 
 
 
 
 Which still keeps true whate'er betide. 
 An* for his sake leaves a' beside. 
 
 iWsr]CP blearier* 
 
 
 
 He's owre the hills, && 
 
 [Written by Thomas Atkinson. Setto music 
 
 
 
 His right these hills, his right these plains ; 
 
 by T. M'Farlane. Mr. Atkinson was a bookseller 
 
 
 
 O'er Highland hearts secure he reigns; 
 
 in Glasgow, and author of a vast variety of fugi- 
 
 
 
 What lads e'er did, our lads will do: 
 
 tive pieces in prose and verse. He died of pulmo- 
 
 
 
 Were I a lad, I"d follow him too. 
 
 nary disease while on his passage to Barbadoes for 
 
 
 
 He's owi-e the hills, &c. 
 
 the benefit of his health, on the 10th of October, 
 1833, in the 32d year of his age.] 
 
 
 
 Sae noble a look, sae princely an air. 
 
 
 
 
 Sae gallant and bold, sae young and sae feir; 
 
 She's aff and awa' like the lang summer day. 
 
 
 
 Oh ! did you but see him, ye'd do as we've done ; 
 
 And our hearts and our hills are now lanesome 
 
 
 
 
 and dreary ; [brae. 
 
 
 
 He's owre the hills, &c. 
 
 The sun-blinks o' June will come back ower the 
 But lang for blythe Mary fu' mony may weary ■ 
 
 
 
 
 For mair hearts than mine 
 
 Kenq'd o' nane that were dearer; 
 
 
 
 n m^^'^ ftomg. 
 
 But nane mair will pine 
 
 
 
 For the sweet Mary Shearer 1 
 
 
 
 [James Hooo.] 
 
 She cam' wi" the spring just like ane o' its flowerr, 
 And the blue bell and Mary baith blossom'd 
 
 
 
 Where the pools are bright and deep. 
 
 thegither; 
 
 
 
 Where the grey trout lies asleep. 
 
 The bloom o' the mountain again will be ours. 
 
 
 
 Up the river and o'er the lea. 
 
 But the rose o' the valley nae mair will come 
 
 
 
 That's the way for Billy and me. 
 
 hither ! 
 
 
 
 Where the blackbird sings the latest, 
 
 Her kind looks stUl endear her; 
 
 
 
 Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest. 
 
 For the heart maun be dead 
 
 
 
 Where the nestUngs chirp and flee. 
 
 . That forgets Mary Shearer! 
 
 
 
 That's the way for Billy and me. 
 
 Than her brow ne'er a fairer wi' jewels was hung ; 
 
 
 
 Where the mowers mow the cleanest. 
 
 An e'e that was brighter ne'er glanced on a lover ; 
 
 
 
 Where the hay lies thick and greenest; 
 
 Sounds safter ne'er dropt frae an aye-saying tongue. 
 
 
 
 There to trace the homeward bee. 
 
 Nor mair pure is the white o' her bridal -bed cover. 
 
 
 
 That's the way for Billy and me. 
 
 ! he maun be bless'd 
 
 Wha's aUowed to be near her; 
 
 
 
 Where the hazel bank is steepest. 
 
 For the fairest and best 
 
 
 
 Where the shadow falls the deepest. 
 
 0* her kind's Mary Shearer 1 
 
 
 
 Where the clustering nuts fall free. 
 
 
 
 
 That's the way for Billy and me. 
 
 But fkrewell, Gleulin, and Dunoon, and Loch 
 
 
 
 Why the boys should drive away 
 
 Striven, 
 My country and kin !— since I've sae lov'd the 
 
 
 
 Little sweet maidens from the play, j 
 
 stranger ; 
 
 
 
 Or love to banter and fight so well. 
 
 Whare she's been maun be either a pine ora heaven. 
 
 
 
 That's the thing I never could tell. 
 
 —Sae across the braid warld for a while I'm a 
 
 
 
 But this I know, I love to play. 
 
 ranger! 
 Though I try to forget- 
 
 
 
 Through the meadow, among the hay; 
 
 In my heart still I '11 wear her :— 
 
 
 
 Bp the water and o'er the lea. 
 
 For mine may be yet. 
 
 
 
 That's the way for Billy and me. ^ 
 
 ; —Name and a'— Mary Shearer ! 
 
 
 
 1 
 
216 
 
 ^ob toed, ms (oatle. 
 
 CTmn a aiian p*riodS«l oOhd '*T1m Was- 
 «to6tai|0wlBlflia. TlMwwAi 
 
 Mam wmk, ay SMny bmb m% 
 
 ▲ad thm^ griif la aqr klfcM^ te'. 
 ▲Dd tiM ikW H teMOA Utkt •■ llM mmrj wm 
 
 Aad *• »!■« tt Mmt HiM, amA lh> i 
 
 ■ tfa* dMp, 4wp nm la tiM Mh, alt kniw 
 
 0SilIif hxtTn^ a petit o' ma«t. 
 
 rwanraa fey BvBM la 17*. Mi Ml l» BMl* 
 bf ABM MmMIiib la J«lw«a^ MaMM. Loriu 
 hart IM pVMMand thii ** tiM kal of an Bafagii 
 t I /■ ■■■ii ptMH.- Tto aMa«li« wUjfk l» 
 aaiaHatn lack plaaa ntanaa laa Vm^ MnHHi 
 iriaol, ariha BUk MmI, WMafgli, Mi Aite 
 
 Laou. la tba pailik af 1 
 
 Iba «* m aairleaa Lerl aT fnpiili aaay Uk.- 
 iriael,aa la daty beaad, pnwt aead kb bM. TW 
 
 Wa an M ka, MTM M llMt fca. 
 Bat >M a «aa iny la aar a^ I 
 
 Tkna aMn^ kaja t toaw aia «ai 
 
 Lad away a aMit wiT m wmnj ^mm 
 
 Aad aaay aaa «• hapa la ka I 
 
 It li tka Miaa I km I 
 
 nan Utakki* tallM BA aw kiat 
 ika Alaa aM kririH la vyla ai lHM% 
 
 Ballf agr aaalk *•« Mil aaaa. 
 
 Wka iaIAal ila •• gaac a«a% 
 
 A aaakald aaaaii laaa to k* I 
 Wka kM kaMa kli ateir tkiUl di*. 
 
 Ha li Iha kla« Mai« ai tkiaa. 
 
 ODQUn TO TBB ABOTB 
 
 pTitMM fey Ja«» aiB w ia aa a, aai pafeBAid 
 la tfM aaoai vakaa af *• Tka Hatp mt CWido 
 — — Uaa maal aai AUm 
 
 mtalaaiarlkalBil*^ 
 
 laakiyai^a'lkalkaai 
 
 la^killkaaX 
 Tto aaak alilM aaw, tka day arfgkt da« 
 
 faataaroaladapaft. ** Tkt air li MaaMloa'fe,* 
 ayi Bataa, "thaaoat bakMk ... Wa lad 
 nek ajayooa aartlag. tkat Mr. MaaMtoa aad I 
 
 •-J 
 
 O, Wttxia bnand a paak ar a 
 
 Aai" 
 Hunt 
 
 Taa 
 
 Fsard wdhan anr mar Mid ma* 
 kfcn tka Iktl apiumkli aata, 
 •aak. Bit, kaMad yM wmaa an. 
 Tat tkay taan m fea*. Aa. 
 
 Tlat^ a* Ha naMtala lipa m Mr, 
 Aad karalar ikaa irttk feliiwl^ pky 
 ▲vaka tte aam^ adid aite#. 
 Bat ny tkay aat,aad a ya U w y aat 
 
 **Tkaali jaat a «*a drap ta oar a^l 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 217 ' 
 
 
 The moon still fills her silver horn, '■ 
 
 i A leal light heart beat in my breast. 
 
 
 
 But, ah ! her beams nae mair they see ; 
 
 My hands unstain'd wi' plunder; 
 
 
 
 Nor crowing cock, nor dawning morn. 
 
 And for fair Scotia hame again. 
 
 
 
 Disturbs the worm's dark revelry. 
 
 I cheery on did wander. 
 
 
 
 For they were na fou, na, nae that fou. 
 
 I thought upon the banks o' Coil, 
 
 
 
 But clay-cauld death has clos'd ilk e'e. 
 
 I thought upon my Nancy ; 
 
 
 
 And, waefu', now the gowden morn 
 
 I thought upon the witching smile. 
 
 
 
 Ueams on the graves o" a' the three. 
 
 That caught my youthful fancy. 
 
 
 
 Nae mair in learning Willie toils. 
 
 At length I reach'd the bonnie glen. 
 
 
 
 Nor Allan wakes the melting lay, 
 
 Where eariy life I sported ; 
 
 
 
 Nor Eab, wi' fancy-witching wiles. 
 
 I pass'd the mill and trysting thorn. 
 
 
 
 Beguiles the hour o' dawning day. 
 
 Where Nancy oft I courted. 
 
 
 
 For though they were na very fou. 
 
 Wha spied I but my ain dear maid. 
 
 
 
 That wicked wee drap in the e'e 
 
 Down by her mother's dwelling .■> 
 
 
 
 Has done its turn — untimely, now 
 
 And turn'd me round to hide the flood 
 
 
 
 The green grass waves o'er a' the three. 
 
 That in my e'e was swelling. 
 
 
 
 
 Wi' alter'd voice, quoth I, Sweet lass. 
 
 
 
 Ei$ ^^Ihux^^ Mrtuirn* 
 
 Sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom, 
 ! happy, happy may he be. 
 
 
 
 [The original words of the fine old Scotch air 
 called " The Mill, Mill, 0," are rather coarse and 
 indelicate. The same objection holds, though in 
 a smaller degree, to Ramsay's version of " The 
 Mill, MUl, 0," beginning. 
 
 That's dearest to thy bosom . 
 My purse is light, I've far to gang. 
 
 And fain wad be thy lodger , 
 I've served my king and country lang. 
 
 Tak' pity on a sodger. 
 
 
 
 " Beneath a green shade I fand a fair maid 
 
 
 
 
 Was sleeping sound and still, 0." 
 
 Sae wistfully she gazed on me. 
 
 
 
 But the words of Burns to the same tune, which 
 
 And lovelier grew than ever ; 
 
 
 
 he wTote for Thomson's collection, are fortunately 
 
 Quoth she, A sodger ance I loved. 
 
 
 
 beyond the reach of cavil, being alike remarkable 
 
 Forget him will I never. 
 
 
 
 for purity of thought and diction. " Bums, I 
 
 Our humble cot and hamely fare. 
 
 
 
 have been informed," (thus writes a Dumfries- 
 
 Ye freely shall partake o't; 
 
 
 
 shire clergyman to Thomson,) " was one summer 
 
 That gallant badge, the dear cockade. 
 
 
 
 evening in the inn at Brownhill, with a couple of 
 
 Ye're welcome for the sake o't. 
 
 
 
 friends, when a poor way-worn soldier passed the 
 
 
 
 
 window. Of a sudden it struck the poet to call 
 
 She gazed— she redden'd like a rose— 
 
 
 
 him in, and get the recital of his adventures; 
 
 Syne pale as ony lily ; 
 
 
 
 after hearing which he all at once fell into one of 
 
 She sank within my arms, and cried. 
 
 
 
 those fits of abstraction, not unusual to him. He 
 
 Art thou my ain dear Willie ? 
 
 
 
 was lifted to the region where he had his garland 
 
 By Him, who made yon sun and sky. 
 
 
 
 and his singing-robes al)Out him, and the result 
 
 By whom true love's regarded ; 
 
 
 
 was this admirable song he sent you for * The 
 
 I am the man ! and thus may still 
 
 
 
 Mill, Mill, 0.'"] 
 
 True lovers be rewarded. 
 
 
 
 When wild war's deadly blast was blawn, 
 
 The wars are o'er, and I'm come hame. 
 
 
 
 And gentle peace returning. 
 
 And find thee still true-hearted ; 
 
 
 
 Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless. 
 
 Though poor in gear, we're rich in love. 
 
 
 
 And mony a widow mourning : 
 
 And mair we'se ne'er be parted. 
 
 
 
 1 left the lines and tented field. 
 
 Quoth she. My grandsire left me gowd. 
 
 
 
 Where lang id been a lodger. 
 
 A mailin' plenish'd fairly; 
 
 
 
 My humble knapsack a' my wealth ; 
 
 Then come, my faithfu* sodger lad. 
 
 
 
 A poor but honest sodger. i 
 
 A Thou'rt welcome to it dearly. 
 
 
 
 
218 
 
 ror foM tfc> >■■! jliiigii l>> 
 
 Tkt" 
 
 But SMvy ■ tks Mflfi^i pnM^ 
 
 TIM «4lW^ KMlUlli kOMV. 
 
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 kfOHrploMhstlwMMri Ummi»,Umt»? 
 
 Vot aovat kim M ft K 
 B««b« lM% Irii CMS 
 la day aad kov fl^ tfMfK. 
 
 Song to ^irit. 
 
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 paMUhad In tte *'XdtaibaBk LMmy JavMl*** 
 ia». SHtoBMMlobyJ.T.MiV.J 
 
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 BoumoM «0ii Ika powv Omfs oiv Ml 
 
 mM^a'bdbmwi 
 
 rar^ Ite dm* i fM, Itf or amr, 
 T«^ my ala, wkam^ II mail 
 
 Vbt eot%'%ulx\>. 
 
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 «r Bam**y. althoivk II 1* aaaNtkam attribMid I* 
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 Aadarilkaaaed. 
 T*il *apmyfc idrki 
 
 Bm«a«a% tkBa<* pm* wad. 1 1 
 
 Ola ftr* Im^ m* look hoaaK 
 
 Aadikia* ' 
 Immmka^ 
 
 Aad il^pit«a«r ikm*b 
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 i«aal*i«mrk*. 
 
 MSflakdMpMayMda 
 Aaamikbai 
 
 Askaadatlap 
 
 fiB bay «agkl I aaW ka«* 
 
 Win*rily*mitl*kt 
 For «• MNMa ka^ bmwikkwv 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 219 
 
 
 When broken, frae care v? But now he has gotten 
 
 
 
 The fools are set free, 
 
 A hat and a feather,— 
 
 
 
 When we mak' them Mrda 
 
 Hey, brave Johnnie lad. 
 
 
 
 In the Abbey, quo' she. 
 
 Cock up your beaver ' 
 
 
 
 
 Cock up your beaver, 
 And cock it fu' sprush. 
 
 
 
 ^m^^. 
 
 We'll over the border 
 
 And gi'e them a brush; 
 There's somebody there 
 
 
 
 [James Stirrat of Dairy, Ayrshire. — Air, 
 
 We'll teach better behaviour— 
 
 
 
 •• Roy's Wife of Aldivalloch."— Here printed for 
 
 Hey, brave Johnnie lad. 
 
 
 
 the first time.] 
 
 Cock up your beaver! 
 
 
 
 Can my dearest Henry leave me ? 
 
 
 
 
 Why, ah ! why would he deceive me ? 
 Whence this cold and cruel change. 
 
 ^mn^ ^m% t^e Hl^eafefr. 
 
 
 
 That bids him thus forsake and grieve me ? 
 
 [Sir a. Boswkll, Bart.] 
 
 
 
 Can he the hours of love forget. 
 
 At Willie's wedding on the green. 
 
 
 
 The stolen hours I'll mind for ever. 
 
 The lasses, bonnie witches. 
 
 
 
 When doun the burn we fondly met. 
 
 Were a dress'd out in aprons clean. 
 
 
 
 And aften vow'd we ne'er should sever ? 
 
 And braw white Sunday mutches: 
 
 
 
 Will my Henry then deceive me ? 
 
 Auld Maggie bade the lads tak' teut. 
 
 
 
 Faithless laddie ! can he leave me ? 
 
 But Jock would not believe her; 
 
 
 
 Ne'er till now did fancy dream. 
 
 But soon the fool his folly kent. 
 
 
 
 My dearest laddie sae would grieve me. 
 
 For Jenny dang the Weaver. 
 And Jenny dang, Jenny dang. 
 
 
 
 And will he then me aye forsake ? 
 
 Jenny dang the Weaver ; 
 
 
 
 Must I for ever, ever lose him ? 
 
 But soon the fool his folly kent. 
 
 
 
 A nd can he leave this heart to break. 
 
 For Jenny dang the Weaver. 
 
 
 
 That swells and bursts within my bosom ? 
 
 
 
 
 Never, Henry, could I leave thee. 
 
 At ilka country dance or reel. 
 
 
 
 Never could this heart deceive thee ; 
 
 Wi' her he would be bobbing; 
 
 
 
 Why then, laddie, me forsake. 
 
 When she sat down— he sat down. 
 
 
 
 And sae wi' cruel absence grieve me ? 
 
 And to her would be gabbing ; 
 Where'er she gaed baith butt and ben. 
 
 
 
 
 The coof would never leave her; 
 Aye kecklin' like a clocking hen. 
 
 
 
 €uk uf ^mx Imhtx* 
 
 But Jenny dang tlie Weaver. 
 Jenny dang, &c. 
 
 
 
 [Thk tune called " Cock up your beaver" is old: 
 
 Quo' he. My lass, to speak my mind. 
 
 
 
 it can be traced at least as far back as Playford's 
 
 In troth I needna swither ; 
 
 
 
 " Dancing-Master" published in 1657. Of the 
 
 You've bonnie een, and if you're kind. 
 
 
 
 original words, the first stanza here given is all 
 
 I'll never seek anither: 
 
 
 
 that remains: the second stanza was added by 
 
 He humm'd and haw'd, the lass cried Peugh \ 
 
 
 
 Burns for Johnson's Museum. Hogg gives some 
 
 And bade the coof no deave her; 
 
 
 
 additional verses in his Jacobite Belies.] 
 
 Byne snapt her fingers, lap and leugh. 
 And dang the silly weaver. 
 
 
 
 When first my brave Johnnie lad 
 
 And Jenny dang, Jenny dang. 
 
 
 
 Came to this town. 
 
 Jenny dang the Weaver; 
 
 
 
 He had a blue bonnet 
 
 Syne snapt her fingers, lap and leugh, 
 
 
 
 That wanted the crown ; < 
 
 } And dang the silly Weaver. 
 
 
 
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 in haoo tho alarTy *y 
 Ualfl aiy Hal oa high 
 
 inteoiBoAHMtaian, 
 VotHnaorrifiH; 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 221 
 
 
 The courteous red-breast, he * 
 
 f Gay the sun's golden eye. 
 
 
 
 With leaves will cover me. 
 
 Peep'd o'er the mountains high ; 
 
 
 
 And sing my elegy 
 
 Such thy morn ! did I cry. 
 
 
 
 With doleful voice. 
 
 Phillis the fair. 
 
 
 
 And when a ghost I am. 
 
 In each bird's careless song. 
 
 
 
 I'll visit thee. 
 
 Glad did I share ; 
 
 
 
 Oh, thou deceitful dame. 
 
 While yon wild flowers among. 
 
 
 
 Whose cruelty 
 
 Chance led me there; 
 
 
 
 Has kill'd the kindest heart 
 
 Sweet to the opening day. 
 
 
 
 That e'er felt Cupid's dart. 
 
 Rosebuds bent the devi^ spray; 
 
 
 
 And never can desert 
 
 Such thy bloom ! did I say. 
 
 
 
 From loving thee I 
 
 Phillis the fair. 
 
 
 
 
 Dovm in a shady walk. 
 Doves cooing were : 
 
 
 
 ^u^ 1 a mH. 
 
 I marked the cruel hawk 
 Caught in a snare. 
 
 
 
 rWKiTTKN by BuKNs for Thomson's collection. 
 
 So kind may fortune be. 
 Such make his destiny ! 
 He who would injure thee, 
 Phillis the fair 
 
 
 
 to the tune of " Robin Adair," The poet, in com- 
 posing the song, had in his mind a passage in the 
 
 
 
 history of his friend Cunningham, who was jilted 
 
 *. AAx&uo uit; latjr. 
 
 
 
 by his sweetheart under peculiar circumstances of 
 
 
 
 
 aggravation.] 
 
 
 
 
 Had I a cave on some wild distant shore, 
 
 m^^n MnUn% Kitlj. 
 
 
 
 Where the winds howl to the waves' dashing roar : 
 
 
 
 
 There would I weep my woes. 
 There seek my lost repose. 
 Till grief my eyes should close, 
 Ne'er to wake more. 
 
 [This is another song written by BuRifs, for 
 Thomson's collection, in honour of Miss Phillis or 
 Philadelphia Macmurdo. It i' adapted to the tune 
 
 
 
 called " The Mucking 0' Geordie's Byre." The tune 
 
 
 
 Falsest of womankind, canst thou declare. 
 All thy fond -plighted vows— fleeting as air J 
 
 To thy new lover hie. 
 
 Laugh o'er thy peijury. 
 
 Then in thy bosom try 
 What peace is there. 
 
 has its name from an old song, the subject of which 
 was the complaint of a young lady (said to be a 
 baronet's daughter) who, about the beginning of 
 
 
 
 the last century, married one of her father's 
 
 
 
 tenants. Being disowned by her family, she was 
 obliged to submit to the drudgery of menial 
 labour. The two first verses are all that can be 
 
 
 
 
 quoted. 
 
 
 
 
 The mucking o' Geordie's byre. 
 
 
 
 mniii m fak. 
 
 And shooling the gruip sae clean. 
 Has gar'd me weit my cheeks. 
 An' greit wi' baith my e'en. 
 
 
 
 tAi,so written by Burns, for Thomson's collec- 
 
 It was not my father's will. 
 
 
 
 tion, to the tune of " Robin Adair." The Phillis 
 
 Nor yet my mither's desire, 
 
 
 
 here celebrated was Miss Phillis Macmurdo, after- 
 
 That e'er I should fyle my fingers. 
 
 
 
 wards Mrs Norman Lockhart of Camwath, who 
 
 Wi' mucking o' Geordie's bjTe. 
 
 
 
 died in 1825.] 
 
 Balloon Tytler wrote a version of the old song, 
 beginning, "As I went over yon meadow," but it 
 
 
 
 While larks with little wing 
 
 is very poor. In the Orpheus Caledonius, (172o,) 
 
 
 
 Fann'd the pure air. 
 
 the tune is given to different words, beginning. 
 
 
 
 Tasting the breathing spring. 
 
 " My father's a delvcr of dykes." These words 
 
 
 
 Forth I did fare; ^ 
 
 r Ramsay partially adopted in his song entitled 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
199 
 
 "ShMl mmtrr vM* «■ U toMA at Fi«i 4 
 
 thMi aT tk« Mi«, "TlM 
 
 ■ - - r «r - 
 
 BttM or whWina llMit 
 
 A wm Umtk tmlk ¥ lh« Tii wi, 
 O' thn* Mli ^ Iww IM^ «a>d !««•, 
 
 jkootnr wiatftaf ITttk I dM « 
 
 ToiBHktlM«li 
 
 OfF 
 
 Awft' «r|' foar haBHaai |« 
 TlMqrMwiH'hvan* 
 
 par At li ilaiylWtn «M<* 
 ¥» lowliad^ Iha Mifc af war ifcaiwiir. 
 
 Bar awaM kalDf Hp wkaa lli pewit 
 law lOr aai Wv pna b Um U^ ! 
 
 Te« kaat af gi^ iaa*M la Ika aftaar, 
 TiMy Ba^ wl* My PMBbaaa *l»i 
 
 Bar bnalk b llM taaalk arika weadMi 
 Ita 4aw.4ro9 af 4iaMaM iMr aya. 
 
 liar vote* li tha aaog afllM aMti^ai, 
 TlMt makaa Uneagli Ika pa«i « 
 
 Tha Uoaaa af a taa MBUBW daf I 
 Wbaa wartkln tha mind aTagr PhlilK 
 
 WOl doarM wtthaol a dMay. 
 Awa* wl* yovr ballaa and yoor bwatiat! 
 
 Tbajr aavw wl' bar caa oompartt 
 
 B«i BMl wf tha «MMi 0* tka fldr. 
 
 rwaimv Igr tta kta laa. J. Viaai, mtoMw 
 aflaiMlrtiMa,riilliiillrutatfca»Maaf*'Tlw 
 lf«aUM«fO«i<<»^kgF«a,- aTwhlaiitaaa awaa 
 Miiaal liiHaa la tha laUiiiiidia »a tfca paa- 
 aadkwaHV.] 
 
 Maa,waiiMB't< 
 
 Wro^M aa gla har Jadf I waa wmag} 
 Uk da«d «* tiM Hatila ilfaka iNi, 
 
 White. iMd ai a lawaek. aba auv I 
 Bar Oaordte kad praalMd ta BMnrtak 
 
 Aa* Mi«. aawam te ladMpab« 
 Ka« dTMnato' tlwiak aaald MlMfrte, 
 
 M7 Mabaatab dM Mg. allM jaar M, 
 AB- aa' wa, daft. Hai ii ibal Mag, 
 
 Aa' aajr. tlwy lainal aaaa » Iwar wa 
 1* Iba kM, tar aay flm, ffM a ii« I 
 
 Aa' aaar, tattiy iiiintui Ibryaltaa 
 Aa'Oaa»dte,paarMfaw| iNgraa' 
 
 Aa' aald daMH harial }— Vaa OMMar, 
 
 »I 
 
 lfiaat|a,yifcaalili Hi, 
 
 nat llH «bM» V Mi a% li laro^ eat. 
 
 That iMi kte* baMd li la^ aa a haibla, 
 TIau Mi OMa «a Mi tark ns>t aha«i 
 
 Hte plhatiaff waH MW tot Mm ii* I 
 ]f «r tiMt Mi haltii vhMa aa a dy^ 
 
 Far, taat a iMir haa ha a»a I 
 
 As* laath ar g«da fand te Mi ktet; 
 Aa' tfaOkr aaaMa at ay wardla, 
 y,I a a»a i aa fl wiiatl 
 
 WaUeaaidaaaalihinlitafat 
 
 TharaH joit ba aa bar la any piaaaaia^ 
 A bar tbati aft lll^i OM art' tatf , 
 
 Ban lie a haid, na'ar-ba-fawa wkm, 
 Ba Ukat hto «al te« tbaa hte fnr I 
 
 Aa' awaar aeacbt wl' fewl caa aaMf 
 Oadaaoalbl tt«llaMeffHaaaalltaiM 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 223 
 
 I dreamt that I rade in a chariot, 
 
 A flunkie ahint me in green ; 
 While Geordie cried out, he was harriet. 
 
 An' the saut tear was blindin' his een ; 
 But though 'gainst my spendin' he swear aye, 
 
 I'll ha'e frae him what ser's my turn ; 
 Let him slip awa* whan he grows wearie, 
 
 fcjhame fa' me ! gin lang 1 wad mourn ! 
 
 But Geordie, while Meg was haranguin'. 
 
 Was cloutin' his breeks i' the bauks. 
 An' when a' his failins she brang in. 
 
 His Strang, hazle-pike-staff he taks: 
 Designin' to rax her a lounder. 
 
 He chanced on the lather to shift, 
 An* down frae the bauks, flat's a flounder. 
 
 Flew, like a shot-starn frae the lift ! 
 
 But Meg, wi' the sight, was quite haster'd. 
 
 An' nae doubt, was bannin' Ul luck ; 
 While the face o* poor Geordie was plaster'd. 
 
 And his mou' was fill'd fu' wi' the muck ! 
 Confound ye ! cried Geordie, an' spat out 
 
 The glaur that adown his beard ran ; — 
 Preserve us ! quo' Meg, as she gat out 
 
 The door, — an' thus lost a gudeman ! 
 
 [This is a fragment of a Jacobitical song con- 
 tributed by Burns to Johnson's Museum. A 
 Si urious addition to it is given by Cromek in his 
 "Remains of Nithsdale and Galloway Song." 
 The old tune of " Bannocks o' bai-ley" was origi- 
 nally called "The Killogie," and was sung to 
 words, here inadmissible, beginning, 
 
 "A lad and a lassie lay in a Killogie." 
 Hogg, in his Jacobite Relics, vol. i., gives a song 
 to the same tune, called "Cakes of Crowdy," 
 written against the Revolution of 1688, but it is 
 not worth quoting.] 
 
 Bannocks o' bear-meal, bannocks o' barley ! 
 Here's to the Highlandman's bannocks o' barley ! 
 Wha in a brulyie will first cry a parley ? 
 Never the lads wi' the bannocks o' barley. 
 
 Bannocks o' bear-meal, bannocks o' barley ! 
 
 Here's to the Highlandman's bannocks o' barley ! 
 
 Wha, in his wae days, were loyal to Charlie ? 
 Wha but the lads wi' the bannocks o' barley ? 
 Bannocks o' bear-meal, &c. 
 
 lx%^u n mg name. 
 
 [Attributed to the celebrated John, Dvks 
 OF Arotll and Greenwich, who figures so 
 favourably in the " Heart of Midlothian" as the 
 patron of Jeanie Deans. He died in 1743, at the 
 age of sixty-three. A modified version of the 
 song, by Sir Alex. Boswell, Bart, of Auchinleck, 
 is given in the 3d. vol. of George Thomson's col- 
 lection. — Air, " Bannocks o' barley."] 
 
 Argyll is my name, and you may think it strange, 
 
 To live at a court, yet never to change ; 
 
 A' falsehood and flattery I do disdain, 
 
 In my secret thoughts nae guile does remain. 
 
 My king and my country's foes 1 have faced. 
 
 In city or battle I ne'er was disgraced ; 
 
 I do every thing for my country's weal. 
 
 And feast upon bannocks o' barley meal. 
 
 Adieu to the courtie of London tovni. 
 For to my ain countrie I will gang down; 
 At the sight of Kirkaldy ance again, 
 I'll cock up my bonnet, and march amain. 
 O, the muckle deil tak' a' your noise and strife 
 I'm fully resolved for a country life, 
 "WTiare a' the braw lasses, wlia ken me weel. 
 Will feed me wi' bannocks o' barley meal. 
 
 I will quickly lay down my sword and my gun. 
 And put my blue bonnet and my plaidie on ; 
 With my silk tjirtan hose, and leather-heel'd shoon. 
 And then I will look like a sprightly loon. 
 And when I'm sae dress'd frae tap to tae. 
 To meet my dear Maggie I vow 1 will gae, 
 Wi' target and hanger hung down to my heel ; 
 And I'll feast upon bannocks o' barley meal. 
 
 I'll buy a rich garment to gi'e to my dear, 
 A ribbon o' green for Maggie to wear; 
 And mony thing brawer than that I declare. 
 Gin she will gang wi' me to Paisley fair. 
 And when we are married, I'll keep her a cow. 
 And Maggie will milk when I gae to plow ; 
 We'll live a' the winter on beef and lang kail. 
 And feast upon bannocks o' barley meal. 
 
 Gin Maggie should chance to bring me a son. 
 He'll fight for his king, as his daddy has done ; 
 He'll hie him to Flanders, some breeding to learn, 
 ^ And then hame to Scotland, and get him a farm. 
 
And «lMt1 bt «• teivy M M^fl* Md ■» ' 
 
 Wfca JoH la fOT bomIim to Diwy L— i 
 T« hMto 0^ BMrindtB, I Ud |«« adiM. 
 fW drinldiv ud tawrlaff. I Imm H to ink 
 rm MKr nnt*^ Air » «enti7 Bi^ 
 Aad MM luit« «tn lt«« la hwry Bad Mrik I 
 m aff to tiM HIghlMMh m hmrit I can ml. 
 Aad whaiif 1 Um bMipocto cr barfay aiaaL 
 
 3ai^ Bttidbat* 
 
 rBoanr Vmrnu Air, 
 Printed here wtth Um finiilalia «r JTIaalMpak* 
 BstMT, Mr. T»H or Bdtobaish.] 
 
 AfWlaa^tttototo-toto. 
 
 ▲ MHRB aald caHhM b Ja 
 
 ▲ doadt aaM «BHtot b Jat 
 fW a p* *i«y body. ««l hMk a«r and te. 
 
 a«raMaaa*«^toaAi 
 
 T»«MiidiBaditiiiBHliiiilwpwwiil>ato^ 
 TWgr oaaaa flM fMt to Um paiMi a dny ; 
 la tidi qaMTbtod «" warid UnnM BMiV a « 
 
 Atoat— Hil» litoptoa 
 
 Tcaia a ^aMr aaal-^dnd am |« aaa, JaaH 
 
 Hm wteto to IW ailfMoai% aad jakM tiM gaM* 
 mWitowpaaa — iad,toatWi ilUjaoald 
 
 TaaYtaJMinyaaldbedi awto%littoyoafa 
 
 ^t 9Mitx'$ bonnff U^ie. 
 
 i«r8a«MMi«callid 
 
 ■TWOnnhraboaateli 
 
 Bv haaM Is a bawf to tiw b 
 
 ni to IMT aald b« a* tlMir Hnaaa HMy toO. 
 For ahrn Mold fBTtlMlr «!■■, ata tlw daadirito% 
 
 Bat JaaofK hit ttoM to wboa alght wttin dMa, 
 An* a' tiM aald wHas t»<hv to ftw tbo toaa. 
 To tril wbaft iWy aw aa, aad liMt ItlMr «% 
 
 ■*-•-' r -^-^T^ nr1 rlaiTtilni»i Ttnrt ITartiar 
 
 Aad,Of dMMaaadraaibaaatoj 
 A laird IM «aa akat «ii«iM k«, 
 
 BWi haMh to toadi aad tooa^r. 
 ■M«adaalM>iatolld, 
 
 V«r«ad«h«b»atodji 
 Bat rfM »ad haM a •aiB«>. 
 
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 It wlmiiHr Pay ibr aaa oridi aw^ to lito 
 Op«a «IM -ratgr b^fanlac " Wb«a H«bt 
 
 A kivd IM aaa tlMt aN«bt iHr, 
 nriihaHlitotoadii 
 
 AadJaaoTiaaldhoaMkasabattaadabM, fl Bat lo«« to IHm tiM a 
 
 «^__-..w . ' ' m ^ Wbaaaaltodopttod 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 225 
 
 
 He had the art to please ye, i 
 
 ^ Though ye had a' the sun shines on. 
 
 
 
 And was by a* respected ; 
 
 And the earth conceals sae lowly. 
 
 
 
 His airs sat round him easy, 
 
 I wad turn my back on you and it a'. 
 
 
 
 Genteel but unaffected. 
 
 And embrace my coUier laddie. 
 
 
 
 The collier's bonnie lassie. 
 
 
 
 
 Fair as the new-blown lilie. 
 
 I can win my five-pennies in a day. 
 
 
 
 Aye sweet, and never saucy. 
 
 And spen't at night fu' brawlie: 
 
 
 
 Secured the heart o- WiUie. 
 
 And make my bed in the collier's neuk, 
 And lie down wi' my collier laddie. 
 
 
 
 He loved, beyond expression, 
 
 
 
 
 The charms that were about her. 
 
 Love for love is the bargain for me. 
 
 
 
 And panted for possession ; 
 
 Tho' the wee cot-house should h&ud me, 
 
 
 
 His life was dull without hev. 
 
 And the warld before me to win my bread. 
 
 
 
 After mature resolving, 
 
 And fair fa' my collier laddie. 
 
 
 
 Close to his breast he held her , 
 
 
 
 
 In saftest flames dissolving. 
 
 
 
 
 He tenderly thus telled her: 
 
 
 
 
 My bonnie collier's daughter. 
 
 DdM^^^ ^Umn. 
 
 
 
 Let naething discompose ye ; 
 
 
 
 
 It's no your scanty tocher. 
 
 [Written by Burns, for Thomson's collection, 
 
 
 
 Shall ever gar me lose ye : 
 
 to the tune of "The Collier's bonnie lassie."] 
 
 
 
 For I have gear in plenty ; 
 
 
 
 
 And love says, it's my duty 
 
 Deluded swain, the pleasure 
 
 
 
 To ware what heaven has lent me 
 
 The fickle fair can give thee 
 
 
 
 Upon your wit and beauty. 
 
 Is but a fairy treasure- 
 
 Thy hopes will soon deceive thee. 
 
 > 
 
 
 
 The billows on the ocean. 
 
 The breezes idly roaming. 
 The clouds' uncertain motion. 
 
 
 
 m^ ^dWzx %umk. 
 
 They are but types of woman. 
 ! art thou not ashamed 
 
 
 
 [TuNK. "The Collier's bonnie lassie."— "I do 
 
 To doat upon a feature ? 
 
 
 
 not know," says Burns, " a Wyther old song 
 
 If man thou wouldst be named. 
 
 
 
 than this."— The poet himself furnished Johnson 
 
 Despise the silly creature. 
 
 
 
 with a copy of the words and the tune for the 
 
 
 
 
 Museum.] 
 
 Go, find an honest fellow ; 
 Good claret set before thee : 
 
 
 
 Whar live ye, my bonnie lass,. 
 
 Hold on till thou art mellow ; 
 
 
 
 And tell me what they ca' ye ? 
 
 And then to bed in glory. 
 
 
 
 My name, she says, is Mistress Jean, 
 
 
 
 
 And 1 follow the collier laddie. 
 
 
 
 
 See ye not yon hills and dales. 
 The sun shines on sae brawlie ! 
 
 ^12 1© tie JPTOWRniD^, iU. 
 
 
 
 They a' are mine, and they shall be thine. 
 
 
 
 
 Gin ye'U leave your collier laddie. 
 
 [James Macdonald.— Here first printed.] 
 
 
 
 Ye shall gang in gay attire. 
 
 Hie to the woodlands, hiej 
 
 
 
 Weel buskit up sae gawdy : 
 
 The balmy morning breeze. 
 
 
 
 And ane to wait on every hand. 
 
 And the laughing voice of merry spring 
 
 
 
 Gin ye'U leave your collier laddie. a 
 
 ^ Are piping 'mong the trees. 
 
 
 
 1 
 
226 
 
 TiM Hft Mm sky, Um ipttatM «wth. 
 
 Bto to *• woodlMidB, Mtt 
 
 TtelMitofrWkMittelM. 
 ▲ad llM nttlt Mvii ai« di^liW Mytto 
 
 la cfwy Doii MM* alMb aloag 
 Ialwi<th>taitcfl>i>wiU—if I 
 Tit lo*« thiU Mdi Umb dHui»-Bi 9 
 Oht lb tlw fciwj mrnO t <fMiy. 
 
 Btetalhaii 
 
 A noataUi* 
 
 9i% SloamiiiB ^^ iHrtliiiis. 
 
 Obi 
 
 Tbrnlorngtwrn t wammm h am n . 
 Th* oowrflp aad Um ivNt Um- Ml, 
 Tb* wfU row and th* ptaBpvMO, 
 
 in Mdt tlM *a47 gnm, 
 WltklMr au hMft ln«i kr III awB. 
 
 ▲ad *« aiy ao«H «no«<». 
 TIm pavHt te«**r ftVB MWth tkal 
 
 Th« imtbd — twtfcatiiat 
 
 Am aoagkt to IMT I Mi-li f^r t 
 Ok! Ih Ikt a » w| —atli <f lUy. 
 
 Vi>f SKoot^Ittiu 
 
 (Joaaru 
 
 lr.-La«rifttlllaff.1 
 
 ohaafctafaafiaMi 
 
 r Mfwl^ IIm tlMBBi cf Mm v^Biy MMadi^l* 
 
 T»wk— tfciBBin ■Ill wliitiaffcowa. 
 
 aad aritid dthw fbr tlw laa* of **LoA.SMck 
 • Aaalib-) 
 
 O tTAT, ai w i t witllag waeilMk, Miy, 
 
 Nor quit fbr aw llM tPMMkig ifHf • 
 ▲ haplMi lowcoarli thj ta]r* 
 Tbiyi 
 
 ▲tila, affalo that lcad« pari. 
 That I may catch thy aMitfaig art : 
 For Mudy that wad tooeh h«r b«art. 
 
 IO>,dia>aMal ■ iiiftBHil i lit laillii . 
 Tm^ tMa* wm a tart Ikrt t»MMiil%«M 
 P ai atli t aokMfcaadlalyt | ilii M ia 
 
 fly MUM iia •• pMr «mM Mt a Mr. 
 
 Ok. iMpa. tMlli iMpib <kM art foao. pM, ftr rvor. 
 
 Ve aMM tiv MgM kMMH Ma Oaiirii 
 fW la tMi loM banai *al iMri* ft 
 
 WUdilMi rftimk allk ililiMllii 
 
 flay, WM thy llttloai 
 
 ▲ad board tkM ai tkr avalMi «la4 ^ 
 
 BoO ilawtr aloi« o^ tko bod «r Ik* bnifvt 
 Ok, v«fo aot bk bMd ftaai bli ooA Madr fOlav, 
 Bat kMtM tko ooft OHMooodo aloag Igr biigmrob 
 
 ▲ad BihM bo tbo laA te tkooUBaoaorgloaBrfiV, 
 Tiontwtkiaao 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 227 
 
 [The story upon which this song is founded is 
 thus related in the first edition of Sir John Sin- 
 clair's Statistical Account of Scotland :— " In the 
 burial-ground of Kirkconnell, are still to be seen 
 the tombstones of Fair Helen, and her favourite 
 lover Adam Fleeming. She was a daughter of 
 the family of Kirkconnell, and fell a victim to the 
 jealousy of a lover. Being courted by two young 
 gentlemen at the same time, the one of whom 
 thinking himself slighted, vowed to sacrifice the 
 other to hia resentment, when he again discovered 
 him in her company. An opportunity soon pre- 
 sented itself, when the faithful pair, walking along 
 the romantic banks of the Kirtle, were discovered 
 from the opposite banks by the assassin. Helen 
 perceiving him lurking among the bushes, and 
 dreading the fatal resolution, rushed to her lover's 
 bosom, to rescue him from the danger ; and thus 
 receiving the wound intended for another, sunk 
 and expired in her favourite's arms. He imme- 
 diately revenged her death, and slew the mur- 
 derer. The inconsolable Adam Fleeming, now 
 sinking under the pressure of grief, went abroad 
 and served under the banners of Spain, against 
 the infidels. The impression, however, was too 
 strong to be obliterated. The image of woe 
 attended him thither; and the piecing remem- 
 brance of the tender scenes that were past, with 
 the melancholy reflection, that they could never 
 return, harassed his soul, and deprived his mind 
 of repose. He soon returned, and stretching him- 
 self on her grave, expired, and was buried by her 
 side. Upon the tombstone are engraven a sword 
 and cross, with * Hie jacet Adam Fleeming.' The 
 memory of this is preserved in an old Scots ballad, 
 which relates the tragical event, and which is 
 said to have been written by Adam Fleeming, 
 when in Spain." The following is the modern 
 version of this ballad, which is much abridged 
 from the old, and which yet retains all the beauty 
 and pathos of the original. The opening verse has 
 been made use of by Gifford in his poem "To 
 Anna." 
 
 " I wish I were where Anna lies ! 
 
 For I am sick of lingering here ; 
 And every hour affection cries. 
 
 Come, and partake my narrow bier '"] 
 
 I WISH I were where Helen lies — 
 Night and day on me she cries; 
 O that I were where Helen lies. 
 
 On fair Kirkconnell )ea. ■ 
 
 Helen feir, beyond compare, 
 I'll make a garland of thy hair. 
 Shall bind my heart for evermair. 
 Until the day I die. 
 
 Cursed he the heart that thought the tliought, 
 And cursed the hand that fired the shot. 
 When in my arms burd Helen dropt. 
 And died for sake o' me. 
 
 think na but my heart was sair 
 When my love fell and spak' nae raair : 
 
 1 laid her down wi' meikle care. 
 
 On fair Kirkconnell lea. 
 
 I laid her down, my sword did di-aw. 
 Stern was our strife in Kirtle-shaw— 
 I hew'd him down in pieces sma'. 
 For her that died for me. 
 
 O that I were where Helen lies. 
 
 Night and day on me she cries, 
 
 Out of my bed she bids me rise, 
 
 " come, my love, to me !" 
 
 Helen fair ! O Helen chaste ! 
 Were I with thee I would be blest. 
 Where thou liest low, and tak'st thy refct 
 
 On fair Ku-kconnell lea. 
 
 1 wish I were where Helen lies. 
 Night and day on me she cries ; 
 I'm sick of all beneath the skies. 
 
 Since my love died for me. 
 
 [Wii-MAM Anderson, author of "Landscaj* 
 Lyrics," &c. This song was vn-itten in 1832, and 
 is now for the first time printed here.] 
 
 On yonder sunny brae we met, 
 
 Amid the summer flowers ; 
 And never can my heart forget 
 
 The rapture of those hours. 
 When she I loved forsook her home 
 
 And there with me did stray ; 
 Oh ! much I wish again to roam 
 
 On yonder sunny brae. 
 
228 
 
 
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 IfyoBdiBaBaHlttML 
 
 tMMBMli.tki9-V.lMK 
 
 Tk«f|ilntUa«HatkM^ 
 And ntao kM flod BWBj, teaio, 
 
 TC« DMdBB OOk BM wkMOt 
 I mMMl OA iflMt, iMrfo. 
 
 Ob mj tfm and kMrt wad Mdo, 
 If I tky trotk niiiTl. laMt. 
 Aad tkoa nwt at Mf UdOk 
 
 Vm Miiidi «••• 
 
 CWiuiAK JlaaaaMB, BBlkM of 
 tttkm," MBtidkoMtotkolHttkM.] 
 
 I kMiiW Md fMr 0^ My ato, 
 Mtar.aBdMOBf ( 
 *MMOproBdto« 
 
 Wkaloatk'datMyJokitOBdiUliiiiililMjMaf, 
 > tBM kad BM polBt, aad tko tltkw 
 
 Wkaa ra plM^ to gft. a^ aqr CkiM aad My MBBk, 
 TkoM wM* fitav to ooMo, aad wr )ay to partak*, 
 pMroMBtattkovoB, 
 Mkyaqart*. 
 
 Frioadt bi dooMO I iMd wke ikMi cModid to|rt% 
 Thqr Mt owor tko toddy uatU Uwjr war* tai, 
 ^ Sm IdilBk by BiTMl', fer I'M aaokodr aaa. 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH BONGS. 229 
 
 
 Whan I'd nae need o* iJd, there were plenty tosi 
 
 f The groves may yet be green. 
 
 
 
 profTer, 
 
 The valleys still be gay. 
 
 
 
 And noo whan I want It, I ne'er get the oifer ; 
 
 And down the sunny glen 
 
 
 
 I could greet whan I think hoo my siller decreast. 
 
 The blackbird pour his lay ; 
 
 
 
 In the feasting o' those wha came only to feast. 
 
 But Scotia's harp no more 
 Swells in the vocal throng', 
 
 
 
 The fulsome respec' to my gowd they did gi'e. 
 
 Kor heard the minstrel's voice 
 
 
 
 I thought a' the time was intended for me;' 
 
 In rapture and in song : 
 
 
 
 But whanever the end o' my money they saw. 
 
 
 
 
 Their friendship, like it, also flicker'd awa'. 
 
 
 
 
 My advice ance was sought for by folks far and 
 
 
 
 
 near. 
 Sic great wisdom I had ere I tint a' my gear. 
 
 ^le Eil^a^^r'^ mik. 
 
 
 
 I'm as weel able yet to gi'e counsel that's true. 
 
 
 
 
 But I may jist baud my wheesht, for I'm naebody 
 
 [From Blackwood's Magazine. — Air, "The 
 
 
 
 noo. 
 
 Boatie Eows."] 
 
 
 
 
 Oh ! weel befa' the busy loom 
 That plies the hale day lang; 
 
 
 
 HameEt Ut tfjie UutU. 
 
 And, clicking briskly, fills the room 
 
 Wi' sic a cheery sang. 
 Oh ! weel befa' the eident han' 
 
 
 
 [Robert Gilkillan.— Tune, "Hame,.hame, to 
 my ain countrie."] 
 
 That deeds us, great and sma'. 
 And blessings on the kind gudeman 
 
 
 
 That dearly lo'es us a'. 
 
 
 
 Thk harp of Scotia dear. 
 
 Our purse is low, our lot is mean. 
 
 
 
 That oft in joy was strung; 
 
 But waur it well might be : 
 
 
 
 Alas ! 'tis silent now. 
 
 Our house is canty aye and clean. 
 
 
 
 And on the willows hung. 
 
 Our hearts frae canker free. 
 
 
 
 The balmy breath of mom 
 
 We fash wi' nae ambitious scheme, 
 
 
 
 Awakes no more the strain. 
 
 Nor heed affairs o' state ; 
 
 
 
 And to the gloamin' gale 
 
 We dinna strive against the stream. 
 
 
 
 It kindles not again ' 
 
 Or murmur at our fate. 
 
 
 
 The minstrels famed in song. 
 
 Oh ! mickle is the wealth that springs 
 
 
 
 Who gave to song its fame— 
 
 Frae industry and peace. 
 
 
 
 Ah ! whither have they fled. 
 
 Where nae reproach o' conscience stingp. 
 
 
 
 The high of note and name ? 
 
 And a' repinin's eease. 
 
 
 
 Alas ! not to the bowers 
 
 The heart will loathe the richest meat, 
 
 
 
 Of song, and summer fair. 
 
 If nae kind blessin's sent: 
 
 
 
 But in the tuneless grave, 
 
 The coarsest morsel will be sweet 
 
 
 
 We mark the mighty there ! 
 
 When kitchen'd wi' content. 
 
 
 
 The cloud that gathering comes 
 
 Oh ! wad the Power that rules o'er life 
 
 
 
 Across the evening sky. 
 
 Impart some gracious charm. 
 
 
 
 Obscures in heavy gloom 
 
 To keep me still a happy wife. 
 
 
 
 The fair stars clust'ring high ; 
 
 And shield the house frae harm. 
 
 
 
 Bo came the cloud of death, 
 
 Instead of wealth and growing care, 
 
 
 
 While yet we thought it day, 
 
 I ask but health and love : 
 
 
 
 And in the gloom of night 
 
 Instead of warldly wit and leir» 
 
 
 
 Took all our stars away. ^ 
 
 ^ Some wisdom from above. 
 
 
 
 
230 
 
 0«r halrasl ttt cooixt o^ ov bMrt, 
 W«11 twy hf tham to do oar part. 
 
 WhaftM 
 Thu jwl aa hoMrt a 
 
 
 Ova joothfli' 4a|a at* laag awa', 
 Paal and faa* e«r pttai* aa' a', 
 ▲ad ttaa hat* tagna to Ai* 
 Wf |oa aa' nw, nqr d«u1o, Ol 
 
 w qpkkUr flMti away, 
 ajTM tba lowm do a' dafligr, 
 ▲a' aw wan w% aajr doiirtc, O ! 
 
 7or «• b^lh Bi« wMfIa* aaM, 
 Toa*r growta' gnj, aa' I aa taalil, 
 OooUa* ftMi to wtatw eaaM 
 0'lift,t»«s,aqr4MK0t 
 
 Twa Mon a^ l«M ka% BHT kaad lad. 
 
 Oar •!■»« 9* jegri Ml' wa« wiTva had. 
 My aald, aiy hiOdn' dMia. Ot 
 
 Canaan 
 BtUl I* ai« my ate dMT iMi, 
 My aald. oiy MiMf dwK 01 
 
 5«iBr lot yoa «r ma • 
 THaada o* yonta aad rate* an fan*, 
 Wha tlM marrtod lUb lM«aa, 
 Wl' yoa aa' bm, ny daada, O ! 
 
 WbOat wc twa ayt ^arad ha"* bm. 
 Tin oar balmWt bainu wa'Tt nca, 
 Wha aoow day wl' divati frtaa 
 May aaa oa hap'd, my daaita, O : 
 
 flMt approaching to tha day, 
 Whaa thay doan oa baith will lay 
 la iha caald grava, my daaile, O • 
 
 ^ Whaawamaalthatlinlilhaar. 
 
 May dmIhM all^ haM tta« Mi powar, 
 %aa wH Ito la felirtK' ha«Nr 
 l»Ji|altoatM>»ilMll<i— KOI 
 
 (Tima, ** I am a maa aanarrtod.**— "Tha M> 
 lowteg c umpu a i tloa,'* aaya Bvan, la kto Oommoa* 
 pkMa Book, *'waa tka dm af mf paribnaaaiiM, 
 aad doaa at aa aarty portad af aiylHb» wInb aiy 
 haart gl oaad wMi haaaal warm ttmif§tttf, aaaa 
 ^a^atad aad aaaanapM wttk Urn mf of a 
 
 paitib aad iOly. bat 1 am ahmya plaamd wHh II, 
 m tt Pimlh la aiy adad ttoom happy digpa whaa 
 
 ■laaara. Tha aatjuit of It waa a yeai^ gtol, who 
 natly damrvad an ttot pmtom Ilava haalowad oa 
 
 bat I awliMiHy thiak m aUB, aawr thai ttoa ipaU to 
 kmg ateaa teahaa, aad tha oachaataMal at aa 
 aad.'^**TMB baUad,- mya Leekhart, **tho«ch 
 ' kgr Baraa aa a vary paMfb had tf^ 
 m aad thma lam of 
 whtoh ha aaad haidly ham kaM ariMaad at ahf 
 
 O.oawBllam 
 
 Ay.aadllamharalMi 
 Aad wMtot tint ftotaa vara 
 
 I'M tern a^teadmam Vol 
 
 ■allm^aaam 
 Aad amay fttU m hmw. 
 
 la|iliiiiiittothaa% 
 Bat witheat aoma battar qaaUltoi 
 tta^ aa a torn fcr aw. 
 
 Bat NaDya hMka art blltha aad flwaal, 
 
 Aad what to bmt or a'. 
 Bar wp wt a tt e e to ae mp iata^ 
 
 AadMrwlthoataflaw. 
 
 Aad thaa thawli aomathlag te ha> frii 
 Qaia oey dnm look waaL 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 231 
 
 X gaudy dress and gentle air 
 
 May slightly touch the heart, 
 But it's innocence and modesty 
 That polishes the dart. 
 
 'Tis this in Nelly pleases me, 
 •Tis this enchants my soul; 
 
 For absolutely In my breast 
 She reigns without control. 
 
 [Ai>EX. SaiART. — Here first printed.] 
 
 In life's sunny morning, by Esk's winding stream. 
 My days glided by like a beautiful dream. 
 And free as a bird I would carelessly rove. 
 Indulging fond visions of beauty and love. 
 
 Then nature was clad in her richest of green. 
 And youth's bounding pulse lent a charm to the 
 
 scene. 
 While each living thing in its joy was a part 
 Of the gladness that found a sweet home in my 
 
 heart. 
 
 By Esk's winding stream, in the pride of the yea''. 
 The banks are as green and the waters as clear. 
 But nature's soft verdure can never again 
 Impart the same feelings that gladdened me then. 
 
 Sweet home of my childhood ! though fer from my 
 
 view. 
 In fency's fond dreams I am ever with you ; 
 And Oh ! your remembrance can only depart 
 With the last throb of feeling that gladdens my 
 
 heart. 
 
 [Written by David Vkdder. Music by Peter 
 Macleod.] 
 
 Oh ! the sunny peaches glow. 
 
 And the grapes in clusters blush , 
 And the cooling silver streams 
 
 From their sylvan fountains rush ; 
 There is music in the grove, 
 
 And there is fragrance in the gale. 
 But there's nought sae dear to me 
 
 As my own Highland' vale. 
 
 Oh ! the queen-like virgin rose. 
 
 Of the dew and sunlight born, 
 And the azure violet 
 
 Spread their beauties to the morn ; 
 So does the hyacinth. 
 
 And the lily pure and pale. 
 But I love the daisy best 
 
 In my own Highland vale. 
 
 Hark ! hark, those thrilling notes ; 
 
 'Tis the nightingale complains ; 
 Oh ' the soul of music breathes 
 
 In those more than plaintive strains 
 But they're not so dear to me 
 
 As the murmur of the rill, 
 A nd the bleating of the lambs 
 
 On my own Highland hill. 
 
 Oh ! the flowerets fair may glow. 
 
 And the juicy fruits may blush. 
 And the beauteous birds may sing. 
 
 And the crystal streamlets rush. 
 And the verdant meads may smile. 
 
 And the cloudless sun may beam ; 
 But there's nought beneath the skies. 
 
 Like my own Highland hame ! 
 
 [Thomas C. Latto. — Here first printed* — Tune, 
 " The Flower o' Dunblane."] 
 
 HARK to the strain that sae sweetly is ringin'. 
 
 And echoing clearly o'er lake and o'er lea. 
 Like some fairy bird in the wilderness singin'. 
 
 It thrills to my heart, yet nae minstrel I see. 
 Round yonder rock knittin', a dear child is sittin', 
 
 Sae toilin' her pitifu' pittance is won, 
 Hersel' tho' we see nae, 'tis mitherless Jeanie, — 
 
 The bonnie blind lassie that sits i' the sun. 
 
 Five years syne come autumn she cam' wi' her 
 mither, 
 A sodger's puir widow, sair wasted an' gane ; 
 As brown fell the leaves, sae wi' them did she 
 wither, [lane. 
 
 And left the sweet child on the wide world her 
 She left Jeanie weepln', in His holy keepin' 
 Wha shelters the lamb frae the cauld wintrj' 
 win'. 
 We had little siller, yet a' were good till her. 
 The bonnie blind lassie that sits i' the sun. 
 
An* blxth* BOW M' 
 
 MOTTMHIOVML 
 
 ; ftM MMlB' to^Ohl 9m llw *affm to w Mm ft**, Ito 
 
 To •• Um fbUM rorai, «k* ww ImiI* to d«r. 
 Bra«r MdtM ouva lMr,«r bowitfH wmM pnv 
 
 Tte modMl Mt tefUB* tiMir m«Im WMdd 
 
 rorthotiufcol^—ti^fwtlWrtwUhto 
 
 Tte tanit Uiad iMila ihM iUi r Um an. 
 
 (PaonTami 
 
 I wATnr* «lw MOM Ukdl Mm « 
 
 Oh* te tiM tlMrn tow t h< Mr, tl» 
 
 ttooratow!— 
 TIN flMM «r low Ibww hMaVy aHBlk B 
 
 Tht ftoir o^ywlli iMB^i M tar «hM 
 ▲ad lew «M Wwla* la bar 0^ , 
 
 And Qiyate plum* aft kM»«w|.w* 
 Aroaad wal Um ttooni tow^ 
 Oh i tor tho tharm I 
 
 Tht flano o* low hmw boaal^ « 
 
 And Mil and awow tho bwn dU il^, 
 Whta trottin' bj tha thaam tow. 
 
 I kaa o* luuifht da Joya eaagraaslowaBwUi tha 
 
 WawatI Hhattoh^a 
 
 B«t,ahlteiagi«caaaa^ 
 WV law aawUi tha thom tow! 
 ffcrthatheratow th a ftaJt. tha aflk-whtoa 
 thonitna)— (tha thorn tiw i 
 
 or ar Um jaya thawn MM la wa Uha low aaaaih 
 
 [FaaH "IteLadjartha Laha.- bf StaW. flevrr.] 
 t! th7« 
 
 m, laal! thy warftsa ow. 
 
 a or flfhlto« IMte M otaw I 
 ■hip tha alaap that kaoara aoft bwaMai, 
 Manartott,B 
 
 Tnonp Bar pftaoah a 
 
 a haw. 
 
 Tatthatorfc^dHOilfta 
 
 At ttoa 4ny lawli, ftaw tha toflear, 
 Aad tha bHMm aawid hto dwB^ 
 
 ftawthaaadcyahallow. 
 
 iMawtaM ROW tM aaMy ahaUow* 
 Badar aaaada riMH BBM ha aaw^ 
 OaaaAi aar WHdaw ahaOaa^i haw I 
 Haart M a w M id^ ait gh aad ahaw Hm . 
 ■hiiBlli rtBa» ar nwiiwa toaBjIat 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 233 
 
 
 
 Huntsman, rest ! thy chase Is done ; < 
 
 ^ The boatie rows, the boatie rows. 
 
 
 
 While our slumb'rous spells assail ye, 1 
 
 The boatie rows indeed ; 
 
 
 
 Uream not, with the rising sun, 
 
 And happy be the lot of a' 
 
 • 
 
 
 Bugles here shall sound reveillie. 
 
 That wishes her to speed * 
 
 
 
 Bleep !— the deer is in his den ; 
 
 
 
 
 Sleep !— thy hounds are by thee lying . 
 
 I cuist my line in Largo Bay, 
 
 
 
 Sleep !— nor dream in yonder glen 
 
 And fishes I caught nine ; 
 
 
 
 How thy gallant steed lay dying. 
 
 There's three to boil, and three to fry. 
 
 
 
 Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done ; 
 
 And three to bait the line. 
 
 
 
 Think not of the rising sun ; 
 
 The boatie rows, the boatie rows. 
 
 
 
 For at dawning to assail ye. 
 
 The boatie rows indeed ; 
 
 
 
 Here no bugles sound reveilUe. 
 
 And happy be the lot of a' 
 That wishes her to speed » 
 
 weel may the boatie row. 
 That fills a heavy creel. 
 
 
 
 '^f])^ ^©atk M©fe^. 
 
 And cleads us a' frae head to feet. 
 And buys our parritch meal. 
 
 The boatie rows, the boatie rows, 
 The boatie rows indeed ; 
 
 
 
 [This song appears in Johnson's Museum with 
 
 And happy be the lot of a' 
 
 
 
 three different sets of music, but it is satisfactory 
 
 That wish the boatie speed. 
 
 
 
 tx> know that the air now universally adopted is 
 
 
 
 
 the genuine old one, It was arranged into a glee 
 
 When Jamie vow'd he would be mine. 
 
 
 
 by William Knyvett of London. Burns says. 
 
 And wan frae me my heart. 
 
 
 
 •' The author of the song beginning * weel may 
 
 muckle lighter grew my creel ! 
 
 
 
 the boatie row' was a Mr. Ewen of Aberdeen. 
 
 He swore we'd never part. 
 
 
 
 It is a charming display of womanly affection 
 
 The boatie rows, the boatie rows. 
 
 
 
 mingling with the concerns and occupations of life. 
 
 The boatie rows fa' weel ; 
 
 
 
 It is nearly equal to ' There's nae luck about the 
 
 And muckle lighter is the lade. 
 
 
 
 house.' " The Mr. Ewen here spoken of was J ohn 
 
 When love bears up the creel. 
 
 
 
 Ewen, Esq., who died at Aberdeen on the 21st 
 
 
 
 
 October, 1821, in the 80th year of his age. He was 
 
 My kurtch I put upon my head. 
 
 
 
 a native of Montrose, but went early in life to 
 
 And dress'd mysel' fu' braw : 
 
 
 
 Aberdeen, where he accumulated a fortune, partly 
 
 I trow my heart was dowf and wae, 
 
 
 
 as a dealer in hardware goods and partly by mar- 
 
 When Jamie gaed awa: 
 
 
 
 riage. On his death, he bequeathed tVie bulk of 
 
 But weel may the boatie row. 
 
 
 
 his property (something above Z,.15,000) towards 
 
 And lucky be her part ; 
 
 
 
 the founding of an Hospital at Montrose, similar 
 
 And lightsome be the lassie's care 
 
 
 
 to Gordon's Hospital of Aberdeen, for the main- 
 
 That yields an honest heart ! 
 
 
 
 tenance and education of boys, overlooking en- 
 
 
 
 
 tirely his only child, a daughter, who had married 
 
 When Sawnie, Jock, and Janetie, 
 
 
 
 in 1787, and gone abioad. The will was challenged 
 
 Are up, and gotten lear. 
 
 
 
 by his daughter, and finally set aside by the House 
 
 They'll help to gar the boatie row. 
 
 
 
 of Lords, in consequence of its uncertainty and 
 
 And lighten a' our care. 
 
 
 
 want of precision both as to the sum to be 
 
 The boatie rows, the boatie rows. 
 
 
 
 accumulated by the trustees before they were to 
 
 The boatie rows fu* weel ; 
 
 
 
 commence building the hospital, and as to the 
 
 And lightsome be her heart that bears 
 
 
 
 umuber of boys to be educated in it when built.] 
 
 The murlain and tlie creel ! 
 
 
 
 ivKKL may the boatie row, 
 
 And when wi' age we are worn down, 
 
 
 
 And better may she speed ' 
 
 And hirpling round the door. 
 
 
 
 And weel may tiie boatie row. 
 
 They'll row to keep us hale and wanr 
 
 
 
 That wins the bairns's bread ! t 
 
 |A As we did them before : 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
S34 
 
 ■OOnUBSOVML 
 
 Aad iHVPr to tiM M «r A* 
 Iteft wM «b« boa to «Hd I 
 
 riAMB If . 
 
 Tkc flkOHaff taM^Mt awMpi llM III 
 
 •.-J 
 
 UJoyoMlitattir. 
 TlM 4v» Wl> ■wtaf hi taMtf UMd. 
 
 AMtripplaca^ii 
 Lad rfMpkHd lads « 
 
 ■ •vMtafMai 
 
 tof»lBtafsn«k 
 
 ▲b4 jotai ov iwnMfej, 
 
 Vow b«r « haad, toy VMny 
 
 TteliOT liM iw K iyb 
 
 «»».-l 
 
 
 njtK blTtli*, an* hapfigr at* ««, 
 
 QuUd cu« to OatiM avrm't 
 Thb to bat M night o* oar llvw. 
 
 Tto ai^ls bowl «■ lA tlM tuol 
 Abooa th» wortd aatf «• Ito «■ 
 
 Umb toOTi yoto glM to av vtiwt iMw 
 
 ▲•> lMto% to !«. HT M«4 ■» f^to. 
 
 Ab* AaaM «» i^to, M^ barbnr apltob 
 
 Bat to a bawl bat ^■■■^f aniwa^B* 
 
 Tht Mnito tonvAi' yat w«r«a HMi 
 Wbgr ihaiM «• paH. «toMi teBi aiai haart 
 
 (WBtma ty BosM to 0M. aai to laaoaiy. 
 
 liwaaiwtoaaiatto mJmIm townii tattrnm- 
 a I II tot Th» Mtowl^ to aa aillbg iM— t, aa4 
 irainiiwWi toaaw^i bat will to a P aaii. I 
 thtok, to to twa ar ttoMa paM^ gtuA 9mm 
 
 -' - ■todtotollVM.'n 
 
 That bai«i hto toad, and a* that y 
 fto cowatd^lafa, wa pMi htm \ifi 
 
 twa. ^ Wadaaatopolr^kra'ibai, 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 235 
 
 
 
 For a' that, and a* that, ^ For a' that, and a' that. 
 
 
 
 Our toils obscure, and a' that, 
 
 An' twice as muckle's a' that ; 
 
 
 
 The rank is but the guinea-stamp— 
 
 I've lost but ane, I've twa behin'. 
 
 
 
 The man's the gowd, for a" that. 
 
 I've wife enough, for a' that. 
 
 
 
 What though on hamely fare we dine. 
 
 I never drank the Muses' stank. 
 
 
 
 Wear hoddin-grey, and a' that ? 
 
 Castalia's bum, and a' that ; 
 
 
 
 Gi'e fools their silks, and knaves their wine; 
 
 But there it streams, and richly reams. 
 
 
 
 A man's a man, for a' that; 
 
 My Helicon I ca' that. 
 
 
 
 For a' that, and a' that. 
 
 For a' that, &c. 
 
 
 
 Their tinsel show, and a' that. 
 
 
 
 
 The honest man, though e'er sae puir. 
 
 Great love I bear to a' the fah-, 
 
 
 
 la king o' men, for a* that. 
 
 Their humble slave, an' a' that; 
 But lordly Will, I hold it still 
 
 
 
 Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord. 
 
 A mortal sin to thraw that. 
 
 
 
 Wha struts, and stares, and a' that; 
 
 For a' that, &c. 
 
 
 
 Though hundreds worship at his word. 
 
 
 
 
 He's but a cuif, for a' that. 
 
 In raptures sweet, this hour we meet, 
 
 
 
 For a' that, and a' that. 
 
 Wi' mutual love, and a' that: 
 
 
 
 His ribbon, star, and a' that. 
 
 But for how lang the flee may stang. 
 
 
 
 The man of independent mind. 
 
 Let inclination law that. 
 
 
 
 He looks and laughs at a' that. 
 
 For a' that, &e. 
 
 
 
 A king can make a belted knight. 
 
 Their tricks and craft ha'e put me daft. 
 
 
 
 A marquis, duke, and a* that; 
 
 They've ta'en me in, and a' that ; 
 
 
 
 But an honest man's aboon his might. 
 
 But clear your decks, and here's The sex ! 
 
 
 i 
 
 Gude faith, he maunna fa' that ! 
 
 I like the jads for a' that. 
 
 
 
 For a' that, and a' that. 
 
 For a' that, and a' that. 
 
 
 
 Their dignities, and a' that, 
 
 An' twice as muckle's a' that ; 
 
 
 
 The pith o' sense, the pride o' worth, 
 
 My dearest bluid, to do them guid. 
 
 
 
 Are higher ranks than a' that. 
 
 They're welcome till't for a' that. 
 
 
 
 Then let us pray, that come it may. 
 
 
 
 
 As come it wUl, for a' that. 
 That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth. 
 
 ^mue 2^nx §\Wit% 
 
 
 
 May bear the gree, and a' that. 
 
 [Written by the Rev. John Skinner, author 
 
 
 
 For a' that, and a' that. 
 
 of " Tullochgorum," &c., to suit an air composed 
 
 
 
 It's comin' yet, for a' that. 
 
 by William Marshall, butler to the duke of Gor- 
 
 
 
 That man to man, the warld o'er. 
 
 don, and called "The Marquis of Huntly's Reel.' 
 
 
 
 Shall brothers be, for a' that. 
 
 Marshall was a distinguished composer of Scot- 
 tish airs and melodies, and also eminent as a 
 player on the violin. A collection of his tunes. 
 
 
 
 §nx a* tfeat* 
 
 consisting of 176, was published in 1822, which 
 
 
 
 was followed by a supplement containing 74 addi- 
 
 
 
 [This is the bard or fiddler's song In Burns's 
 Jolly Beggars. It is sung to the same tune as 
 the foregoing. Part of it appears in the 3d vol. of 
 Johnson's Museum. The first two lines in the 
 
 tional tunes. Every one is familiar with his " Miss 
 Admiral Gordon's Strathspey," to which Burns's 
 " Of a' the airts the wind can blaw" is sung. 
 Marshall was a native of Fochabers, and died so 
 
 
 
 chorus belong to an old song.] 
 
 recently as 1833, aged 85.] 
 
 
 
 I AM a bard of no regard 
 
 Tune your fiddles, tune them sweetly. 
 
 
 
 Wi' gentle folks, an' a' that: 
 
 Play the marquis' reel discreetly. 
 
 
 
 But Homer-like, the glowran byke. 
 
 Here we are a band completely 
 
 
 
 Frae town to town I draw tliat. < 
 
 ^ Fitted to be jolly. 
 
 
 
 
sse 
 
 flOOTTlBH tOjrOfl^ 
 
 Ohm, ay tafi, Mjnks Mi 
 
 Emyjiiiiiprtii itmibli 
 Smm «r Mb and k* Mt ■ 
 
 Now^ tbt MMM to b« nMny, 
 Baa(lh*tiHMi^li«r(r 
 
 
 
 ^Vfl^l WWl OBT BMM B 
 
 
 La^ !■ hmMk ni >— ». 
 yiuHii,too»— rpwHyJBiJMi^fca. 
 
 ¥e goDjL 
 
 [T— ifl—ilBdwtwt « 
 
 hi tfca Oi|t !■ Chliiialii (mm. UvmwtM 
 lylka aaMBRpBAii Wnxum B*am.Ta«> of a 
 •iv. aa lMHli«*Bia|«awMf«rMrthi 
 
 ■ a (aiil vaa BlMplMi^ plMaM UhI 
 WMi *a lilr kwiw af GMoam INMI » 
 
 I Mw *M Mgteirt ar*y MM. 
 
 8taa«r* Uka tha Mr ar Ttay, 
 
 FMllM fMBl khB aMqr MmN 
 WH and am^lk. airf riat an 
 
 Patt «r 4a|a Md Ml ar ghay I 
 To Um gnHM^ «rk«i old aad haaiy, 
 
 Emaom SHif ka ha la ttatj, tm. 
 
 Aad aaflly tan tear dav lloM. 
 lis iiiiliiiiiiBiwiia 
 
 W to • Mli» toe, Mr «l«i 
 Aa atoB to Imp a fod altva. 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 23? 
 
 
 'Tis true thy charms, powerful maid, 4 
 
 ? Johnny Smith has got a wife 
 
 
 
 To life can bring the silent shade : 
 
 "VVha scrimps him o' his cogie ; 
 
 
 
 Thou canst surpass the painter's art. 
 
 But were she mine, upon my life. 
 
 
 
 And real warmth and flames impart. 
 
 I'd dock her in a bogie. 
 
 
 
 But oh ! it ne'er can love like me. 
 
 For I maun ha'e my cogie, sirs. 
 
 
 
 I've ever lov'd, and lov'd but thee: 
 
 I canna want my cogie ; 
 
 
 
 Then, charmer, grant my fond request, 
 
 I wadna gi'e my three-gir'd cog 
 
 
 
 Bay thou canst love, and make me blest. 
 
 For a' the wives in Bogie. 
 
 Twa three todlin' weans they ha'e. 
 The pride o' a' Stra'bogie ; 
 
 
 
 €mU %uil iu nn^un. 
 
 Whene'er the totums cry for meat. 
 She curses aye his cogie; 
 
 
 
 [Thk popular tune of " Cauld Kail in Aber- 
 
 Crying, Wae betide the three-gir'd cog! 
 
 Oh, wae betide the cogie ! 
 It does mair skaith than a' the ills 
 
 
 
 deen" is not very old — at least it cannot be traced 
 
 
 
 in any of the older musical collections. The fol- 
 lowng are the earliest words to the tune, and are 
 
 That happen in Stra'bogie. 
 
 
 
 given in Herd's Collection of 1776. Perhaps the 
 
 She fand him ance at Willie Sharp's ; 
 
 
 
 reader may detect in them the meaning of the 
 
 And, what the maist did laugh at. 
 She brak the bicker, spilt the drink. 
 
 
 
 now proverbial phrase, " Cauld kail in Aberdeen, 
 
 
 
 and custocks in Strathbogie." 
 
 And tightly goufPd his haffet. 
 
 
 
 Cauld kail in Aberdeen, 
 
 Crying, Wae betide the three-gir'd cog- 
 
 
 
 And custocks in Strathbogie, 
 
 Oh, wae betide the cogie. 
 
 
 
 But yet 1 fear they'll cook o'er soon. 
 
 It does mair skaith than a' the ills 
 
 
 
 And never warm the cogie. 
 
 That happen in Stra'bogie. 
 
 
 
 The lasses about Bogie gicht. 
 
 
 
 
 Their limbs they are sae clean and tight. 
 
 Yet here's to ilka honest soul 
 
 
 
 That if they were but girded right. 
 
 Wha'll drink wi' me a cogie; 
 
 
 
 They'll dance the reel o' Bogie. 
 
 And for ilk silly whinging fool. 
 
 
 
 "Wow, Aberdeen, what did you mean, 
 Sae young a maid to woo, sir ? 
 
 I'm sure it was nae joke to her, 
 Whate'er it was to you, sir. 
 
 For lasses now are no sae blate 
 
 We'll dook him in a bogie. 
 
 For I maun ha'e my cogie, sirs, 
 I canna want my cogie: 
 
 I wadna gi'e my three-gir'd cog 
 For a the queans in Bogie. 
 
 
 
 But they ken auld folk's out o' date. 
 
 
 
 
 And better playfare can they get 
 
 
 
 
 Than custocks in Strathbogie. 
 
 €mU ^aO iu ^huhuu. 
 
 
 
 The " Bogie," here and elsewhere celebrated, is a 
 
 
 
 
 stream in Aberdeenshire, which runs through the 
 
 [This counter strain to the convivial song of the 
 
 
 
 beautiful strath or valley called Strathbogie. It 
 
 same name was written by Alexander fourth 
 
 
 
 is not known who was the author of the following 
 
 Duke of Gordo:* (bom in 1743; died in 1827,) 
 
 
 
 convivial song, but it is alluded to by Bums as an 
 
 and inserted in the second volume of Johnson's 
 
 
 
 old song.] 
 
 Museum.] 
 
 
 
 There's cauld kail in Aberdeen, 
 
 There's cauld kail in Aberdeen, 
 
 
 
 And custocks in Stra'bogie, 
 
 And custocks in Stra'bogie, 
 
 
 
 Where ilka lad maun ha'e his lass. 
 
 Gin I ha'e but a bonnie lass. 
 
 
 
 But I maun ha'e my cogie. 
 
 Ye're welcome to your bogle. 
 
 
 
 For I maun ha'e my cogie. Sirs, 
 
 And ye may sit up a' the night, 
 
 
 
 I canna want my co:;ie ; 
 
 And drink till it be braid day-light-. 
 
 
 
 I wadna gi'e my three-gir'd cog 
 
 Gi'e me a lass baith clean and tight, 
 
 
 
 For a' the wives in Bojrie. s" 
 
 ■f To dance the reel o' Bogie. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 Vow, piptr lai, baaf mp th* tpriaf ; 
 TIh «Mnrti7 IMMm li tka tMi«, 
 To pfte tMr ««i% «n «• tagfei 
 To 4mm Ik* SMi ar Bvgla. 
 
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 ▲ad ta^a a tkmt apM tte fma, 
 
 At tiMy do la SMi'bapot 
 Bat a' tlM iMiH look MB Ida, 
 W« eaoM iMakOMMTi to kalii. 
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 0atini Bail im Mntt m. 
 
 [TTatmDr tgr Wnxtaa BHa* koahata 
 
 MVOW.] 
 
 Tamo's moM kaO la Akiidwa, 
 
 ▲adhaaaodtotai ■ 
 BfMlkli^drtMaa 
 
 tXAl 
 
 ^Toaa, " Gk^MI ki AktodoM.-) 
 
 TkM.O 
 
 TiMfr 
 ItfBMtkt 
 
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 TW MPM of wM. Ik* «rii« oTJir, 
 
 Wka knodi o^ a* tkart feci* t 
 WkMcW I'M kHkt wl* wotkUy M 
 IdrawBlkntaiaoggI*. 
 
 I>tar M*«irt wMtfi, wMk kMi«M 0^^ 
 
 TidilMaMwti; 
 
 %f1rtM«r«M0itta^ 
 
 tkM,On 
 
 It wwMh OBN, M iikto Mfe^ tefkm 
 Aad Ml* kka kM Ik* koglib 
 
 Ol^ PkBBM kto woil iV(^ kogto, 
 01% toUkM ioka Mi kn*k*M too, 
 
 b d*l* afiMO ov ataidy *^ 
 
 Ufm Ikrir kak MO ■vofl*. 
 
 Otowtl wMk ira* ft«odoM<* wan 
 

 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 239 
 
 Then, revere the cogie, sirs, ^ When I've a bawbee in my pouch. 
 
 
 Our brave forefathers' cogie ; 
 
 I aften birl it frank and free , 
 
 
 It rous'd them up to douglity deeds. 
 
 To care, the carline, I ne'er crouch— 
 
 
 O'er which we'U lang be vogie. 
 
 The life o' man is barley bree! 
 
 
 Then here's may Scotland ne'er fa' down. 
 
 
 
 A cringing coward dogie, 
 
 
 
 But bauldly stand, and bang the loon, 
 Wha'd reave her of her cogie. 
 
 %iU B^t tja^ Um. 
 
 
 Then, protect the cogie, sirs, 
 
 
 
 Our good auld raither's cogie ; 
 
 [Tune, " Cauld kail in Aberdeen."] 
 
 
 For let her luggie e'er be drain'd 
 
 
 
 By ony foreign rogie. 
 
 Life aye has been a weary roun' 
 Whare expectation's bluntet, 
 
 
 
 Whare hope gets mony a crackit crown, 
 An' patience, sairly duntet, 
 
 
 %2i 'Eu^u^ %m%. 
 
 Alang the road rins hirplin' down 
 
 Beside neglectit merit, 
 Whase heart gi'es mony a weary stoun'. 
 
 
 [Written by Captain Charles Gray, of the 
 
 And broken is his spirit. 
 
 
 Royal Marines. Tune, " WiUie brew'd a peels o' 
 
 
 
 maut."] 
 
 But de'il me care though fate whiles glooms, 
 Gae, lassie, heat the water : 
 
 
 Lkt topers sing in praise of wine. 
 
 Wi' fate we'll never fash our thumbs. 
 
 
 Their midnicht balls, their mirth and glee; 
 
 But gar the gill-stoup clatter. 
 
 
 Auld Scotland's sons may fidge fu* fain 
 
 Punch is a sea whare care ne'er sooms. 
 
 
 While they ha'e routh o' barley-bree. 
 
 But pleasure rides it rarely , 
 
 
 The workman, wha has toiled a' day. 
 
 We'll fill again whan this ane tooins. 
 
 
 Sits down at nicht frae labour free; 
 
 Then let us set till't fairly. 
 
 
 Bee, care is fled ! his smile how gay. 
 
 
 
 When owre a stoup o' barley-bree. 
 
 
 
 Gif onie man, in barlikhood. 
 Should wi' his neebor disagree. 
 
 ^%PaE^ mw^* 
 
 
 Let them baith gang in social mood. 
 
 
 
 And settle't owre the barley bree : 
 
 [Duncan Campbell.] 
 
 
 For barley drink, wad they but think. 
 
 
 
 Is cheaper than a lawyer's fee ;— 
 
 Tk social sons of Caledon, 
 
 
 Though sairly vex'd, aye mind the text- 
 
 Wha like to rant and roar, sirs. 
 
 
 Its best to " tak' a pint and gree." 
 
 Wha like to drink and laugh and sing. 
 And join a pot encore, sirs. 
 
 
 Ken ye the witty Willie Clark? 
 
 Attentive listen to my lay. 
 
 
 A learned man, I trow, is he ; 
 
 'Twill make ye blythe and frisky 
 
 
 And nocht to him is deep or dark. 
 
 When I relate, without delay. 
 
 
 When seated by the barley-bree. 
 
 The praise of Highland whisky. 
 
 
 He tells a tale— he sings a sang— 
 
 
 
 While fast the merry moments flee ; 
 
 Aboon a' drink it bears the gree. 
 
 
 A winter nicht, though ne'er sae lang. 
 
 It's a drink that never fails man, 
 
 
 Seems short when " WilUe's wig's a-jce !" 
 
 Auld fools may drink their trash of tea, 
 And ither folks their ales, man ; 
 
 
 French brandy is but trash— shame fk't! 
 
 To a Scotchman gi'e him barley bree. 
 
 
 Jamaica rum 1 downa pree ; 
 
 If you would make him frisky. 
 
 
 Gi'e me the pith o' Scottish maut. 
 
 And then he'll swear nocht will him fear. 
 
 
 Aboon them baith it bears the giee. \ 
 
 \^ For sic'B the power of whisky. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
240 
 
 WV hnatdtf, or wl' fcnIfB 
 
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 W«llgivtte« 
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 H«tfV«nftvli« wiydMf , 
 Cttiw •■ jo«r fenlpi la*, av I, 
 
 0»» — looi HIilHMii Blirtif. 
 
 j^atflnell to SB^iAes. 
 
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 Vpla,*^ 
 
 OWftoon 
 
 HaoMaraokoik 
 
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 Vp la Iko air. 
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 Ba^«ry«.ka»«r1>|«. aad ka'o«l*|o.kHAa,|ot. 
 Vpla.*a. 
 
 BiMk Iko dOMO, koop oat tko A«««, 
 OoBM, Win, f^Haboat |0^ toart, 
 mnkHKaadiatlteal, 
 ABd lot ai kB<0 a Mitteaao bowt. 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 bCOTTISH SONGri. 241 
 
 
 Up wi't, there, there, * ^ 
 
 ' Yet hope's cheerfu' sun shall aboon my head hover, 
 
 
 
 I)inna cheat, but drink fiiir. 
 
 An' guide a lone wanderer when far, far frae 
 
 
 
 Huzza, huzza, and huzza lads, yet. 
 
 thee ; 
 
 
 
 Up wi't, &c. 
 
 For ne'er till it sets will I prove a false lover. 
 Or think o' anither, dear lassie, but thoe. 
 
 For ! thou art bonnie, &c. 
 
 
 
 HEilt ftoniL le mg ^cane* 
 
 
 
 
 [Written by Burns, to the tune of " The 
 
 
 
 
 Sutor's Dochter," in honour of Miss Janet Miller, 
 of Daiswinton.] 
 
 l.^.c5=1Eict©^| ftlBe. 
 
 
 
 Wilt thou be my dearie ? 
 
 [The tune called "Loch-Erroch Side" is altered 
 
 
 
 When sorrow wrings thy gentle heart. 
 
 from an older air called " I'm ower young to 
 
 
 
 Wilt thou let me cheer thee? 
 
 man-y yet," (see p. 123.) Loch-Erroch or Ericht 
 
 
 
 Hy the treasures of my soul. 
 
 is a large lake in Perthshire. The words of the pre- 
 
 
 
 That's the love 1 bear thee ! 
 
 sent song are ssiid to be by James Tyti.er, author 
 
 
 
 I swear and vow that only thou 
 
 of " The bonnie bracket Uissie," &c. Tytler was 
 
 
 
 Shall ever be my dearie. 
 
 the son of a clergyman at Brechin, and though 
 
 
 
 Only thou, I swear and vow. 
 
 educated first for the church, and afterwards for 
 
 
 
 Shall ever be my dearie. 
 
 the medical profession, he was mainly employed 
 through life in literarj' and chemical speculations. 
 
 
 
 Lassie, say thou lo'ea me, 
 
 He died in Massachusetts, North America, in 1805, 
 
 
 
 Or if thou wilt not be my ain, 
 
 aged 58. He was commonly called Balloon Tytler, 
 
 
 
 Say na thou'lt refuse me : 
 
 from having been the first in Scotland who ascended 
 
 
 
 If it winna, canna be. 
 
 iu a fire balloon upon the plan of Montgolfier.] 
 
 
 
 Thou for thine may choose me. 
 
 
 
 
 Let me, lassie, quickly die. 
 
 As I cam* by Loch-Erroch side. 
 
 
 
 Trusting that thou lo'es me. 
 
 The loity hills surveying, 
 
 
 
 Lassie, let me quickly die. 
 
 The water clear, the heather blooms. 
 
 
 
 Trusting that thou lo'ea me. 
 
 Their fragrance sweet conveying , 
 I met, unsought, my lovely maid. 
 
 
 
 
 I found her like May morning ; 
 With graces sweet, and charms so rare. 
 
 
 
 #, mg hh2'$ Imnk. 
 
 Her person all adorning. 
 How kind her looks, how blest was I, 
 
 
 
 ! MY love's bonnie, bonnie, bonnie. 
 
 While in my arms I prest her ! 
 
 
 
 ! my love's bonnie and dear to me ; 
 
 And she her wishes scarce conceal 'd. 
 
 
 
 The smile o' her fiice, and her e'e's witchin' grace. 
 
 As fondly I caress'd her : 
 
 
 
 Are mair tlian the wealth o' this warld can gi'e. 
 
 She said. If that your heart be trae. 
 
 
 
 Her voice is as sweet as the blackbird at gloamin". 
 
 If constantly you'll love n.e, 
 
 
 
 When echo repeats her solt notes to the ear. 
 
 1 heed not care nor fortune's frowns, 
 
 
 
 
 For nought but death shall move me. 
 
 
 
 Tluit dip in the stream o' the Carron sae clear. 
 
 
 
 
 ! my love's bonuie, &c. 
 
 But faithful, loving, trae, and kind. 
 For ever thou shalt find me; 
 
 
 
 Hut poortith's a foe to the peace o' this bosom. 
 
 And of our meeting here so sweet. 
 
 
 
 That g'.ows sae devoutly, dear lassie, for thee ; 
 
 Loch-Erroch sweet shall mind me. 
 
 
 
 Alas! that e'er poortith should blight love's young 
 
 Enraptured then. My lovely lass. 
 
 
 
 blossom. 
 
 I cried, no more we'll tarry • 
 
 
 
 V»hen riches nae lasting contentment can gi'e. 
 
 [ We'll leave the fair Loch- Erroch side^ 
 
 
 
 For ! my love's bonnie, &c. < 
 
 ft For lovers soon should maiTy, 
 
 • 
 
 
 
 
 
 
212 
 
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 And ifaif tha l0««i o" ajrmph or 
 
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 And «a» " anMter angla.* 
 
 Aw Ijfnit avH «l* jagdav ^af^i 
 
 aVnnMkuwna 
 
 An' tearti an* lMw% In ttondUup twina, 
 
 PfyyM»«r«uH, 
 
 ®, are je jilcrping, ^Bggit, 
 
 [Boaaar TAWAaitk^Alr, "flbapy Mi^gla.*'} 
 
 O, Aaa y daapfaa', MaoW ^ 
 
 O. ai« |« ilatfdn*. lia«|la? 
 Lrt ma In, ftir kwd Um linn 
 
 la raaitn* aw tba nariaak «n%l» I 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 243 
 
 
 Mirk and rainy is the night ; ^ To sleep I try, but no ae wink ; 
 
 
 
 No a starn in a' tlie carie ; 
 
 (Frae hapless luve, may fate aye screen us. 
 
 
 
 Lightnings gleam athwart the lift. 
 
 I sprawl an' fidget, whan 1 think 
 
 
 
 And winds drive on wi' winter's fury. 
 
 There's nought but a wee loan atween ua. 
 dearest, &c. 
 
 
 
 Fearfu' soughs the boor-tree bank ; 
 
 
 
 
 The rifted wood roars wild and drearie ; 
 
 Langsyne Leander ilka night 
 
 
 
 Loud the iron yett does clank; 
 
 Swam o'er the sea at Hero's biddin'; 
 
 
 
 And cry o' howlets mala me eerie. 
 
 But if my Kate wad me invite, 
 
 I've nought ado but jump the midden. 
 
 
 
 A boon my breath I daurna speak. 
 
 dearest, &c. 
 
 
 
 For fear I raise your waulu'ife daddy ; 
 
 
 
 
 Cauld's tlie blast upon my cheek; 
 
 
 
 
 rise, rise, my bonnie lady ! 
 
 
 
 
 She oped the door; she let him in ; 
 
 'EfjH H ti^ m%ix. 
 
 
 
 He cuist aside his dreepin' plaidie ; 
 
 
 
 
 Blaw your warst, ye wind and rain. 
 
 [Air, "Low down he's in the broom."] 
 
 
 
 Since, Maggie, now I'm in beside ye ! 
 
 This is the night my Johnny set. 
 
 
 
 Now, since ye're waukin', Maggie, 
 
 And promised to be here ; 
 
 
 
 Now, since ye're waukin', Maggie, 
 
 0, what can stay his longing step 
 
 
 
 What care I for howlet's cry. 
 
 He's fickle grown, 1 fear. 
 
 
 
 For boor-tree bank and warlock craigie? 
 
 Wae worth this wheel ! 'twill no riu ix)ua', 
 
 Nae mair tliis night I'll spin : 
 But count each minute wi' a sigh. 
 
 
 
 
 Till Johnny he steal in. 
 
 
 
 i^HB^^^mf 'Mutu. 
 
 How snug that canty fire it burns. 
 
 For twa to sit beside ; 
 And there fu' oft my Johnny sat. 
 
 
 
 [Buchanan.— Tune. "Sleepy Maggie."] 
 
 And I my blushes hid. 
 My father how ho snugly snores. 
 
 
 
 Now winter comes, wi' breath sae sneil. 
 
 My mother's fast asleep ; 
 
 
 
 And nips wi' frost the gizen'd gowan. 
 
 He promised oft, but, oh ! I fear. 
 
 
 
 Yet frosty winter, strange to tell ! 
 
 His word he will not keep. 
 
 
 
 Has set my thrawart heart a-lowin'. 
 
 What can it be keeps him fi-ae me ? 
 
 
 
 dearest, charming Katie ! 
 
 The road it's no sae lang ; 
 
 
 
 sweetest, winsome Katie ! 
 
 And frost and snaw is nought ava. 
 
 
 
 My heart has flown across the loan. 
 
 If fo'k were fain to gang. 
 
 
 
 To dwell wi' my sweet neibor Katie. 
 
 Some ither lass wi* bonnier face. 
 Has caught his wandering e'e; 
 
 
 
 When a' the chiels, wi' noses blae. 
 
 Than thole their jeers at kirk an' lair. 
 
 
 
 Creep chitt'rin' roun' the cantie ingle. 
 
 Oh! sooner let me dee. 
 
 
 
 Through sleet an* snaw to Kate I gae, 
 
 
 
 
 Drawn wi' a whang o' Cupid's lingle. 
 
 1 if we lasses could but gang 
 
 
 
 dearest, &c. 
 
 And woo the lads we like, 
 I'd run to thee, my Johnny dear. 
 
 
 
 When our back door I gang to steek. 
 
 Ne'er stop at bog or dyke ; 
 
 
 
 And bonnie Kate, frae her back win nock. 
 
 But custom's such a powerfu' thing. 
 
 
 
 Gi'ea a bit slee an' smilin' keek. 
 
 Men aye their will maun ha'e. 
 
 
 
 It warms me like a toasted bannock. 
 
 While mony a bonnie lassie site. 
 
 
 
 dearest, &c. ^ 
 
 ^ And naourns from day to daj. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
244 
 
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 aralaka feaad, wtlklka aiMla, te n^tmtTt 
 Obolaa AyvM aaa aaapRt** VU^i alw f aMMat 
 Iba maale) la BaaH^ IW-TMIa mmliiajy 
 Hafdii OoOactiaa, Jbaw Wka« n^ ka aalai Iha 
 a(«Mab«ialMMglf«|lnla»> 
 
 Tntrm la lkla%lay <Mrt Ban— j tm Hia aalkaf nf 
 Ihlaiwiloa >i ■ ■aii il i m ha nf tg l Ba l aiaaia 
 
 Taa algkt iMT MMa avada «a« 
 Aad sloaaqr «a«a Iha Mmi 
 
 or gUtrrti« ataff* appMT^ aa a 
 Thaa theaa la HaQTiayaB. 
 
 I batfJ mr fclr,my la w l y i l aa w, 
 ToriaaaadlalaMla. 
 
 Bat riia wHk aaaaalB aB 4lflaah 
 DM aiy fead aalt lapaaaai 
 
 ▲ad whila alM aU4 aiy fMfc daa^a, 
 «ka bat laftuaad aiy lorn 
 
 liar aaaatf «A had ptaand bataa^ 
 
 ^ aha tB i f awy aaaL 
 
 V^ ttt stnt alDE*. 
 
 iFawt— ■au^iiiiiiiji la UH 
 aad JahaaaaM Maaaaai Taaa, ** Uaad awa* ttaa 
 
 fVoa aft pMM aaa* feaa aM, Mary ; 
 Bar Maada aaa I aaaM aMha thaa ahty 
 
 Ua«l*lihaarlaa 
 
 M«aaldalaarlhaa,Mafyi 
 lihaadni Mar wyhtt, 
 TMak what y«i «• «r Mw llaq^ 
 
 That alala Iha hawt ar IhhM. Mary, 
 *nw laaa, I'ai aaa, aaa aa^w hh aad. 
 Or aat ala liifa as ariaa, Maiy. 
 
 Ba, I laaad aa^ Ihaa^ Maiy. 
 
 T hn ag h | aa*aa haaa tJaa, yat whPa I Braw 
 111 la^ aaaaa Od hat Ihaa. Maryi 
 
 lad Maada aa|at( aa I nN|lva, 
 
 Thy ainaga fa Ihaai aad bm, Mary t 
 ■a Ihaa, fttwaaO I or thh ba aora, 
 
 hataaw^llafyt 
 
 ■aaayaa'ta 
 
 Vardllhawar 
 
 ^ Bairahatl' 
 
 Bair what l*va doaa ftr thaa. Maiy. 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. Ojg 
 
 
 Eft me iu tjfe ae m%f)U ' 
 
 i Out ower the moas, out ower the nmir, 
 I came this dark and drearie hour ; 
 And here I stand without the door. 
 
 
 
 [Tick tune of " let me in this ae night" is to 
 
 Amid the pouring storm, jo. 
 
 
 
 be found under different names in some of the 
 
 O, let me in, &c. 
 
 
 
 oldest musical collections. The original words of 
 
 
 
 
 tlie song are given in Herd's collection, 1776, but 
 
 Thou hear'st the winter wind and weet; 
 
 
 
 w\ can only quote part of them.— 
 
 Nae star blinks through the driving sleet; 
 
 
 
 0, lassie, art thou sleeping yef 
 Or are you waking 1 would wit: 
 
 Tak' pity on my wearie feet. 
 And shield me frae the rain, jo. 
 
 
 
 For love has bound me hand and foot. 
 
 0, let me in, &c. 
 
 
 
 And I would fain be in, jo. 
 
 
 
 
 O, let me in this ae night. 
 
 This ae, ae, ae night, 
 0, let me in this ae night, 
 
 The bitter blast that round me blaws. 
 Unheeded howls, unheeded fa's ; 
 
 
 
 The cauldness o' thy heart's the cause 
 
 
 
 And I'll ne'er come back again, jo. 
 
 O' a' my grief and pain, jo. 
 0, let me in, &.c. 
 
 
 
 The morn it is the term -day. 
 
 
 
 
 I maun away, I eanna stay. 
 
 
 
 
 O, pity me before 1 gae. 
 
 
 
 
 And rise and let me in, jo. 
 
 
 
 
 0, let me in, &c. 
 
 
 
 
 The night it is haith cauld and weet; 
 The morn it will be snaw and sleet. 
 
 HER ANSWER. 
 
 
 
 My shoon are frozen to my feet. 
 
 
 
 
 Wi' stan.ling on the plain, jo. 
 
 TELL na me of wind and rain. 
 
 
 
 0, let me in, &c. 
 
 Upbraid na me wi* cauld disdain ! 
 
 
 
 I am the laird o' Windy-wa's, 
 
 Gae back the gate ye cam' again; 
 
 
 
 I come na here without a cause. 
 
 1 winna let you in, jo. 
 
 
 
 And I ha'e gotten mony fa's 
 
 1 tell you now, this ae night. 
 
 
 
 In coming thro' the plain, jo. 
 
 Thisae, ae, ae night; 
 
 
 
 O, let me in, &c. 
 
 And, ance for a', this ae night. 
 
 
 
 " My father's waking on the street. 
 
 I winna let you in, jo. 
 
 
 
 My mither the chamber-keys does keep ; 
 My chamber-door does chirp and cheep. 
 And I daurna let you in, jo. 
 
 " O, gae your ways this ae night, 
 
 Thi8ae,ae,ae night, 
 0, gae your ways this ae night. 
 
 The snellest blast, at mirkest hours, 
 That round the pathless wand'rer pours. 
 
 
 
 Is nought to what poor she endures. 
 That's trusted faithless man, jo. 
 I tell you now, &c. 
 
 
 
 For I dauma let you in." 
 
 The sweetest flower that deck'd the mead. 
 
 
 
 Here ends the remonstrance of the damsel — and 
 
 Now tix)dden like the vilest weed ; 
 
 
 
 here our quotation must stop. The following is 
 
 Let simple maid the lesson read. 
 
 
 
 Ddrns's version of the song, which he wrote for 
 
 The weird may be her ain, jo. 
 
 
 
 Tliumson's collection.] 
 
 I tell you now, &c. 
 
 
 
 0, LASSIE, art thou sleeping yet ? 
 
 The bird that charm 'd this summer day. 
 
 
 
 Or art tliou waukin', I would wit ? 
 
 Is now the cruel fowler's prey; 
 
 
 
 For love has bound me hand and foot. 
 
 Let witless, trusting woman say, 
 
 
 
 And I would fain be in, jo. 
 
 How aft her fate's the same, jo. 
 
 
 
 O, let me in this ae night. 
 
 1 tell you now, this ae night. 
 
 
 
 Thisae, ae, night; 
 
 This ae, ae, ae night. 
 
 
 
 For pity's sake, this ae night. 
 
 And, ance for a', this ae night. 
 
 
 
 O, rise and let me in, jo. ^ 
 
 ^ J winna let you in, jo. 
 
 
 
 1 
 
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 A LM«IIWrtMtlMMd 
 
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 FlMU4Hur, tB9 lan% a* cotntwt Mar, 
 
 Wu, itf fhNB thM, I wmaOmr htni 
 
 rar. ter fton ihM^ Um ftkti «««• 
 
 At whkh I BMM Rplaa, lof«w 
 
 O wwt Um^ lova» bat aaar awi 
 
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 BUB ba iiwait tiM iMtoAi* Iftw. 
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 ▲' that-* past liipl HiiaK 
 " r,OI 
 
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 iBwjHi^ HuaianiBnranb i UMf yaar aifvan aa^a aaa 
 
 aili^ritlHwllhariMblaval Tkvoan t w« aaw railpi, 
 
 WaleaMMMftraaMM 
 
 That biMli aadi b«d or hopa Bad jojr I 
 
 Aod ■haltw. dMda, a«r hooM hav* I, 
 
 liafa la tboH ariM of tklm, le«^ 
 
 Cold, atoff^ fr'Mdrfilp^ «acl part. 
 To polaoa krtamM vatkkM dart- 
 Let ow aot iMak tlv MtkM iHart, 
 
 BatdraMj tiMagk tha BMMati iHl, 
 O Wt HM thlak wv |«t iImB MMatl 
 rbat vnff fay «f aolaM tmmi 
 Qui aa thy CMorti Alaa, lava. 
 O «wt thaa, lava, hat Mar iMt 
 
 Hob I0^O|| l^acgTra;or. 
 
 «"*..*5ttf!* *• •"V *• •'^ •■^ aC - DaawB 
 Oru." Fi«Mk BMBaiwlttrMl th» OiaiiM Ami Mr 
 WJlar . . - 
 
 [WaMabyW.B.Paaa«A«. WWrfahyAlM.Ua.] 
 Baaa^ a hMlth t» Mr aaotlaad, tha laad ar tlM 
 
 B««^ a haaBh, haaala BaaMaai. ta Bm t 
 Bara^ahMBhhiMiahMdar mimliMBrMa, 
 
 A«4a 
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 Btva% a hMNh ta iBa laad wh«a ha 
 ar aM«Mtaad I 
 
 ■piv Barii haMM pM 
 • ar av ilihii and aw hvaa. 
 
 PAmsoa now thr bold Mtlaw, 
 Bob Roj Mac«n«ar, O! 
 
 Grant him maiejr, gaatka a'. 
 Bob B«gr Maqpagor, Ol 
 
 Let your haada aad iMarti agrv 
 
 Hrt Um Highlaad laddla Bm, 
 
 BabB(qrUactRflar,OI 
 
 Hlaht%htl 
 ThatwvaraTi 
 
 Aad *ilr valaar wHh piMHfa «a Ma ( 
 or tha amatha that wm» «m at wiiaaiia< W*. 
 
 ,thaUBMto,UwmM^ 
 
 Thanm a beagh af tha fa 
 
 BwrtMUfaitathaBi 
 Mi^thipaaerlaha 
 Aad rfmdd arQy dkaavd afiihi latctp 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SOJJGS. 2iJ 
 
 
 For while we re united foes threaten in vain, i 
 
 V Then Scotland's right, and Scotland's might. 
 
 
 
 And their daring our fame shall increase. 
 
 And Scotland's hills for me! 
 
 
 
 Till the banner of Victory o'er land and main. 
 
 We'll drink a cup to Scotland yet. 
 
 
 
 Triumphant is waving in Peace. 
 
 Wi' a' the honours three. 
 
 
 
 Here's a health, &c. 
 
 S5aErt m^ M^. 
 
 
 
 5:©it!a]ii^ gft. 
 
 [Robert Gilfillan.] 
 
 
 
 [Written by the Rev. H. S. Riddel. Set to 
 
 0, WHA are sae happy as me and my Janet ? 
 
 
 
 music by Peter Macleod.] 
 
 0, wha are sae happy as Janet and me ? 
 We're baith turning auld, and our walth is soon 
 
 
 
 Gae bring my gude auld harp ance mair. 
 
 tauld. 
 
 
 
 Gae bring it firm and fast — 
 
 But con ten tment ye'U find in our cottage sae wee. 
 
 
 
 For I maun sing anither sang. 
 
 She spins the lang day when I'm out wi' the owsen, 
 
 
 
 Ere a* my glee be past. 
 
 She croons i' the house while I sing at the plough; 
 
 
 
 And trow ye as I sing, my lads. 
 
 And aye her bly the smile welcomes me frao my toil. 
 
 
 
 The burden o't shall be. 
 
 As up the lang glen I come wearied, I trow ! 
 
 
 
 Auld Scotland's howes, and Scotland's knowes. 
 
 
 
 
 And Scotland's hills for me ! 
 
 When I'm at a teuk she is mending the cleading. 
 
 
 
 I'll drink a cup to Scotland yet. 
 
 She's darning the stockings when I sole the 
 
 
 
 Wi* a' the honours three. 
 
 shoon; [weary; 
 Our cracks keep us cheery— we work till we're 
 
 
 
 The heath waves wild upon her hills. 
 
 And syne we sup sowans when ance we are done. 
 
 
 
 And, foaming frae the fells. 
 
 She's baking a scone while I'm smoking my cutty. 
 
 
 
 Her founta.ins sing o' freedom still. 
 
 While I'm i' the stable she's milking the kye; 
 
 
 
 As they dance down the dells; 
 
 I env7 not kings when the gloaming time brings 
 
 
 
 And weel I lo'e the land, my lads. 
 
 The canty fireside to my Janet and I ! 
 
 
 
 That's girded by the sea; 
 
 
 
 
 ThL'n Scotland's dales, and Scotland's vales. 
 
 Aboon our auld heads we've a decent clay bigging. 
 
 
 
 And Scotland's hills for me ! 
 
 That keeps out the cauld when the simmer's 
 
 
 
 I'll drink a cup to Scotland yet. 
 
 awa' ; 
 
 
 
 Wi' a' the honours three. 
 
 We've tv/a wabs o* linen, o' Janet's ain spinning. 
 As thick as dog-luga, and as white as the snaw' 
 
 
 
 Her thistle wags upon the fields 
 
 We've a kebbuck or twa, and some meal i' the 
 
 
 
 Where Walljice bore his blade, 
 
 girnel ; 
 
 
 
 That gave her foemen's dearest bluid 
 
 Yon sow is our ain that plays grunt at the door ; 
 
 
 
 To dye her auld grey plaid ; 
 
 An' something, I've guess'd, 's in yon auld painted 
 
 
 
 And looking to the lift, my kids. 
 
 kist. 
 
 
 
 He sang this doughty glee, 
 
 That Janet, fell bodie, 's laid up to the fore 1 
 
 
 
 Auld Scotland's right, and Scotland's might. 
 
 
 
 
 And Scotland's hills for me ! 
 
 Nae doubt, we have haen our .ain sorrows and 
 
 
 
 Then drink a cup to Scotland yet. 
 
 troubles. 
 
 
 
 Wi' a' the honours three. 
 
 Aften times pouches toom , and hearts fu' o' care 5 
 But still, wi' our crosses, our sorrows and losses. 
 
 
 
 They tell C lands wi' brighter skies, 
 
 Contentment, be thankit, hjis aye been our share; 
 
 
 
 Where freedom's voice ne'er rang — 
 
 I've an auld rusty sword, that was left by my father. 
 
 
 
 Gi'e me the hills where Ossian dwelt. 
 
 Whilk ne'er shall be drawn till our king has a fae: 
 
 
 
 And Coila's Minstrel sang; 
 
 We lui'e friends ane or twa, that aft gi'e us a ca'. 
 
 
 
 For I've nae skill o" lands, my lads. 
 
 To laugh when we're happy, or grieve when 
 
 
 
 That ken na to be free. •i^ 
 
 ^ we're w.ae. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Aa* flonklM «• «M* Ote Item «r Ui a^ I 
 Hi* Mjr. •!• hnw. BMf rfft la iMT htt*, 
 
 Uui art tlMgr audr bi^ tbu iuMi sad OM ? 
 A* j« «te Miv kwt tlM itnislii rawl to bt iMpvy. 
 
 WbA •!• MM aoBtmi wt* tiM hH tiMt J* tffW. 
 CeifM 4owB iB AM diPriUa' cT wlilk !>• btaa 
 
 TaiiIi 
 
 ■ Itlvli 
 
 fMiaMiM'i 
 
 (BOMOIT AlXAV.] 
 
 Aft mm wTtlng, «jn bagvUlaii 
 Y« ha% mamu my knvt fka* i 
 
 Fondly wMlag, tMdljr VHlag* 
 Ltl m* lovt, Bor low* la «atai 
 
 t,>«ytW%litliMiiln, 
 
 Bonate iMrii^ MjitlMM iMta, 
 
 Ax«aM«ylla«,af«h _ 
 Y« ha** Momi aij iHut ftw aau 
 
 ta^ar it, man, tak' it. 
 
 [TlMMrtlMrorthla ahtw mic, wt b*lh««, W- 
 !• ofwl to PiMcy, whMV he iwblWMd a wmB vol. 
 
 OfpOMMtslSU. HthMllBCVdM. Ul*nMM«M 
 
 Datip Wswraa.— Atr, " Bnm aad OsUtr.**] 
 
 Wnbh I WM m millrr In FUb, 
 
 tekl, Tak* Imim a ww flow to your wift. 
 To bdp 10 bo bcooa to j«arM)p<r. 
 
 Tbo flartead aad fMV fer aqr Mflib 
 Aadlwyfcrtiw i lilibij aadyl. 
 
 For isfMi 10 iMbo rWilgr d 
 Tot I «o tlMl M dtaaa «Hl Mi 
 
 Od. 1 tlMM«ht Bka dwit II «ad omokH t 
 flai 1 dai« ftaa av BoHo «rlMl «M lat, 
 flttD tlM bappor Mid, Tbk* M, aMa, tab* tt. 
 Thoabtyfcriho ■«•*•. 
 
 A 
 TotUMR^kv 
 
 boM w HM ploa|Bf 
 
 a«* Mi obMBOVMa olapport 
 
 J vharb add If Hw kiVpift 
 I wbilM tbiiiflbl » iiiri a»t» wwa, 
 
 itagrliV. iteBM, b yov OHMlMoo ao ohaMt I 
 Bal whaa I fMw diy tw a bon^ 
 
 U ohaafl^t a|o to TU* H. am. lab* H. 
 
 lbadlBi«bo«i 
 Aad •!• wfeMi I pavpotod to faal 11, 
 
 MbM ayo to aM. TMrM, aau^ tab* M 
 
 Bat th» want Iblaf r did la av Mb, 
 
 Kao doabt bat yoU tMab I «M ««af ot. 
 Od. 1 laaM a bH bodio la F» 
 
 A' toy taK aad bo awdo a bH ai« o*^ 
 I bafo ayo bad a votoo a* aiy day*. 
 
 Bm lbrili«la* I aow fat tbo baook o^) 
 Tot I try wbylM, jaM tkiakli« to pl«M 
 
 My frlMl bort. wi' Tkk* It, man, tok* It. 
 Tboa bqr Ibr tho nUD, &o. 
 
 Knw, tollhr aad a* ao I am, 
 TbIs fltf I eaa ON tbiwi^ tho aMttvi 
 
 Mab gTMdy tbaa aw or Hm I 
 

 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH S0NG3. 249 
 
 
 For 'twad seem that the hale race o* men, ^ 
 Or wi' safety, the ha'f we may mak' it. 
 
 €va!c^eialH. 
 
 
 
 Ila'e some speaking happer within, 
 
 
 
 
 That says aye to them, Tak' it, man, tak' it. 
 
 [Robert Allan.— Air, " Kelvin Grove."] 
 
 
 
 Then hey for the mill, &e. 
 
 Thk simmer sweetly smiles in Caledonia, 
 
 
 
 
 The simmer sweetly smiles in Caledonia, 
 
 
 
 Cl^amp^ie ^Im, 
 
 Whare the scented hawthorns bLaw, 
 White aa the drifted snaw, 
 
 
 
 'Mang the bonnie woods and wUds o* Caledonia. 
 
 
 
 [Jamks L\wsov, formerly of Glasgow, siibso- 
 
 
 
 
 quentljof New York. -Tune, "Kelvin Grove."— 
 
 There's mountain, hill, and dale. In Caledonia, 
 
 
 
 Campsie Glen is a beautiful valley near the village 
 
 There's mountain, hill, and dale, in Caledonia, 
 
 
 
 or Clachan of Campsie in Stirlingshire, rich in 
 
 There's mountain, hill, and dale. 
 
 
 
 geological and botanical treasures, and enlivene<l 
 
 Where lovers tell then- tale. 
 
 
 
 by a cascade or waterfall. It is situated about ten 
 
 By the bonnie siller streams C Caledonia. 
 
 
 
 miles north of Glasgow, and forms a favourite 
 
 
 
 
 summer-day resort to the inhabitants of thatcity.j 
 
 The twilight hour is sweet in Caledonia, 
 The twilight hour is sweet in Caledonia, 
 
 
 
 Lkt us owre to Campsie Glen, bonnie lassie, 0, 
 
 The twilight hour is sweet. 
 
 
 
 By the dingle that you ken, bonnie lassie, 0, 
 
 When fa's the dewy weet. 
 
 
 
 To the tree where first we woo'd. 
 
 On the bonnie banks and braes o' Caledonia. 
 
 
 
 And cut our names so rude, 
 
 
 
 
 Deep in the sauch-tree's wood, bonnie lassie, 0. 
 
 The glens are wild and steep in Caledonia, 
 The glens are wild and steep in Caledonia, 
 
 
 
 O'er the willow brig we'll wend, bonnie lassie, 0, 
 
 The glens are wild and steep. 
 
 
 
 And the ladders we'll ascend, bonnie lassie, 0, 
 
 And the ocean's wide and deep, 
 
 
 
 Where the woodroof loves to hide 
 
 That encircles thee, my native Caledonia. 
 
 
 
 Its scented leaves, beside 
 
 
 
 
 The streamlets, as they glide, bonnie lassie, 0. 
 
 There's a bonnie, bonnie lass in Caledonia, 
 There's a bonnie, bonnie hiss in Caledonia, 
 
 
 
 TVTiere the blue bell on the brae, bonnie lassie, 0, 
 
 Ilka airt the wind can blaw. 
 
 
 
 \\ here the sweetest scented slae, bonnie lassie, 0, 
 
 She's fairest o' them a', 
 
 
 
 And the flow'rets ever new. 
 
 An' the dearest ane to me in Caledonia. 
 
 
 
 Of nature's painting true. 
 
 
 
 
 All fragrant bloom for you, bonnie lassie, 0. 
 
 
 
 
 Where the music of the wood, bonnie lassie, 0, 
 And the dashing of the flood, bonnie lassie, 0, 
 
 1 ^uU li^tra'^. 
 
 
 
 O'er the rock and ravine mingle. 
 
 
 
 
 And glen and mountain dingle, 
 
 [Robert Milliken, bookseller, Glasgow.— Air, 
 
 
 
 With the merry echoes tingle, bonnie lassie, 0. 
 
 " Kelvin Grove."— Here lii-st printed.] 
 
 
 
 On the moss-seat we'll recline, bonnie lassie, 0, 
 
 I HA VH listen'd to your sang, bonnie lassie, O, 
 
 
 
 Wi' a hand in each of thine, bonnie lassie, ; 
 
 And thought the time nae lang, bonnie hissie, 0; 
 
 
 
 The bosom's warmest thrill 
 
 There was something in your Lay, 
 
 
 
 Beats truer, safter still, 
 
 0' that saft sweet melody. 
 
 
 
 A» our hearts now glowing fill, bonnie lassie, 0. 
 
 I will mind for mony a day, bonnie lassie, 0. 
 
 
 
 Then before bright heaven's eye, bonnie lassie, 0, 
 
 It was 0' that pleasant kind, bonnie lassie, 0, 
 
 
 
 We wUl double love-knots tie, bonnie lassie, O ; 
 
 That can soothe a weary mind, bonnie Uissie, ; 
 
 
 
 Then true affection plighted. 
 
 It was far more dear to me 
 
 
 
 We'll love and live united. 
 
 Than the blossom on tlie tree, 
 
 
 
 With hearts and hands united, bonnie lassie, 0. ^ 
 
 |.To the cheerfu' humming bee, bonnie Uisaie, 0, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
260 
 
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 ThM Mi« «r Orafoite, komia kMri^ O, 
 lHattaidllMaMVievtD 
 
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 WiMo llM c^MriBf ihatow* Ml, 
 To my oMOHty that IH orU, booBM kMrfa, O. 
 
 (Am, « My CBlr jo Md tevK 0.*^ 
 
 Dm ymi t^ m* jreaag Mjito Biowii* 
 
 TIM besnlMt IM to AMiMwMI » 
 Of*' tlM midda Um imtWi lomi'* 
 
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 To«ngr 
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 Wm«« BflMir MMk M «v omw. 
 
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 lite l^hlBlBfi flMUi« to lM» «^ 
 
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 Or ftremf glo— ii mp fcy 
 
 Or msTte on Um b 
 Wl' Ujrateli mag oooM MW eomf«»> 
 
 Mm toaddt trifir to bar HMi, 
 
 rtM wmI pat OD, MM DMt aad oImui I 
 
 LUiovtnMl dorwton l«nk* mmI teMi^ 
 Am ai* was tofvlj lo b« MHu 
 
 Mm waa MM idia glaOnt qMoa, 
 That took dellirht tojook and plart 
 
 la aUaot thrUt ftao room to •^M, 
 iBm puM d bar t»M ftac dajr to dajr. 
 
 Wtet tai arar tookM aa AadNV aigM, 
 
 TbavBlaara'iBl ' 
 BotaftwMalakvd 
 
 Xaaa dwv^ analr a 
 
 Ok! wflkwlM Ibr Aadfvw aovl 
 nolwi 
 
 ■m b «a a* har aaa a ikaam. 
 
 TIM wani aad tolk aTa' Um taarat 
 Tan ftHIa whaa yv iMar har a 
 
 Tbaa - - 
 
 Loaa toi«l« M* lu«ar la har ax 
 
 Bar diaip«i« malto aaa mab b ai 
 Bar hair iMafi kaMarli« •W har I 
 
 llMT balralH to Um «a*» 
 « Um aaooli aad ahafaa abooi 
 
 raw «f taml toefaa mlam', 
 And, atbBa^ try to gra ta a doat. 
 
 Thai 
 
 bad la 
 amir 
 ahakMsa 
 
 It friam tiM mam to toO tha OMMa 
 WhMi maka a «wtl«y pair antwppy i 
 
 Lac pnnlmt maidMM o^ It paom 
 Tha gratia Mjnla Uka a drappla I 
 
Bt'OTTiSU SONGy. 251 
 
 [William Glen.] 
 
 How eerily, how drearily, how wearily to pine, 
 \\'hen my love's in a foreign land, far frae thae arma o' mine. 
 Three years ha'e come an' gane sin' first he said to me. 
 That he wad stay at hame wi' Jean, wi' her to live and die ; 
 The day comes in wi' sorrow now, the night is wild and drear, 
 An' every hour that passeth by, 1 water wi' a tear. 
 
 I kiss my bonnie baby, I clasp it to my breast. 
 Ah ! aft wi' sic a warm embrace its father hath me prest! 
 And whan I gaze upon its face, as it lies upon my knee. 
 The ciystal draps out owre my cheeks will fa' fnie ilka e'e, 
 
 ! mony a mony a burning tear upon its face will fa'. 
 For oh ! it's like my bonnie love, an' he is for awa'. 
 
 ■Whan the spring-tim.e had gane by and the rose began to blaw. 
 An' the harebell an' the violet adorn'd ilk bonnie shaw, 
 'Twas then my love cam' courtin' me, and wan my youthfu' heart. 
 An' mony a tear it cost my love, ere he could frae me part. 
 But though he's in a foreign land, far far across the sea, 
 
 1 ken my Jamie's guileless heart is faithfu' unto me. 
 
 Ye wastlin' vdn's upon the main, blaw wi' a steady breeze. 
 And waft my Jamie hame again across the roarin' seas, 
 O ! when he clasps me in his arms, in a' his manly pride, 
 I'll ne'er exchange that ae embrace for a' the world beside. 
 Then blow a steady gale, ye win's, waft him across the sea. 
 And bring my Jamie hame again to his wee bairn and uic. 
 
 [James Macdonald. — Here first printed.] 
 
 On ! Jeanie Graham, oh ! Jeanie Graham, thou'rt dearer far to n>e 
 
 Than summer to a weary soul upon a wintry sea; 
 
 Thy walk is like a silver clud abune the deep green hills. 
 
 Thy voice is sweeter than the sang o' bonnie leesome rills. 
 
 The melody o' life an' love dwalls in that heart o' thine ; 
 
 Oh ! whiit a prince of joy were I, if, Jeanie, thou wert mine ! 
 
 Oh ! Jeanie Graham, thy very name is music to my ear. 
 
 Thy lightsome step, thy merry laugh, thine e'e sae bright and clear. 
 
 As dew drops on the hawthorn tree, around my heart still hang, 
 
 An', like the haly pillar cloud, they float where'er I gang : 
 
 Oh ! joy dwell in j'our bonnie briest wharever you may bel 
 
 The very Kebla of my soul thou wert and Jirt to me. 
 
26S 
 
 Vlt Sk^iwkW taiuL 
 
 •«fy, 1814. WhM osif n f«n«r ac^ Im ybllA ii a i iiliwi af ^mm. wIMi «m mmIi aii. 
 
 mlf«4. Ha lattwly ewiil—>wl * TW Lw^i Tlw - Hli «Mlk teak plM> te lh» Imm» «r kh Uad 
 
 firlMd, patroa.«a4UagiBplMr,Mia.ioiuMleMarLafMMakIlMik,lsI»M.Mr. napMMtaaim. 
 
 •ad oUmw by Ntooll wtiaOad alMu fcu a, — m» p a n n m ai K iHa H aa t t Ifca ^ af Mi pa»» 
 
 lUbar. Mr. Tall of Mlabwglu) 
 
 I anwa ihif a^ MaMy <w<i m* ii m ji' aiatH aj— i^ 
 
 Far glaarfa* aiNH^ ast paaaaia* MMte ttf im paaMM mm mmivmi 
 
 Bat I wlB ikwa* kaivtaMM. whWi avMlia kaaoaM tol, 
 
 WkOa IIMnlB' ta tkt MRia* aawi* aP aDaUaur* ■Vtaata* WbaH. 
 
 Tka IplMriii* Wkarfl tfM flplMila' Wlwril Mm «afy MOM li 4mh^ 
 ItMladiMaaPthaarlaMra l i fcM W w Hilh a M o^ tiw yar- 
 O- aoBla kaan la iMMly kaX vMa Maw li OS tlM kni t 
 Aa« aaa* IMMB wkOa iNf a^ MiM ■MtlMd'* %teate* WiMiL 
 
 O I MHl 1 1«% «M MMkMpi^ Mi« la ifrti« ihw # «te jaM 
 OIWMl lla^ tiM III tktt% awoa la — »y My la Iwari 
 
 «^ in0f« aa'jaf UMvaM aaaa llaiM «• waal- 
 a Ifca MfT ar ■aiiilaai^ »Haa>a' 
 
 ^Bf mail tof'll mttt. 
 
 [Xam •m^-AIr, •• Wail aaal kariia Iha teakj glHk'^ 
 ITAa BMlr warn aaat afaia, a^ !•••> Iv yM baia Ma, 
 Vaa oMhr wall waadar tkriagk ika p««a^ hf fom hmrm dta^ 
 Vaw afala tka Maviriay »U1 wa kaB a« alaaa ar 4af, 
 Vor waaaar agate win alfafdowa hf yoabataMa* 
 
 TatBam^oft wtn Ibodly brood, oa yaa bara aida, 
 OW kaaata whidi wt taa all ba"* trod, by yoa bara aMa, 
 MB Iha walk w1* ma UmmiU ahara. Uka«<li Ugr feot aaa aavar 
 Baad to aarth tha gewaa tbir, dewa by yoa bara aida. 
 
 Vow tu lanaa^ freai avaiy aaaa, ^aaa yas aata ilda, 
 Tkoa Maaaa^l, a^ !•««, aa aafri Mr, 'kaattfaa barn ddai 
 Aad tfaaflaia pHy kaow. aaia tka laar fcr Mi wiU (low, 
 Wko Maat Uafar kaia balaw, aaara by yoa bara alda. 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 BCOTTISH SONGS. 253 
 
 
 ^^t ^immipir mn. 
 
 ^ Ceylon's glistening pearls are sought 
 In its deepest waters; 
 From the darkest mines are brought 
 
 
 
 fRoBERT GiLFiLLAN.— Tune, "The Lea Rig."] 
 
 Gems for beauty's daughters- 
 
 
 
 The simmer sun now blinks again. 
 
 Through the rent and shiver'd rock 
 
 
 
 The laverock seeks the morning sky. 
 
 Limpid water breaketh ; 
 
 
 
 The gowan glitters on the plain. 
 
 'Tis but when the cords are struck 
 
 
 
 The daisy on the mountain high; 
 
 That their music waketh. 
 
 
 
 And blythe my laddie on the hill 
 
 
 
 
 Sings wi' a heart, save true love, freej 
 
 Flowers by heedless footsteps prest. 
 
 
 
 His sang it seems to please me still. 
 
 All their sweets surrender ; 
 
 
 
 Although I ken 'tis a' 'bout me ! 
 
 Gold must brook the fiery test. 
 Ere it show its splendour. 
 
 
 
 He speaks o* love, I think o' nane. 
 
 
 
 
 He says without me he wad dee ; 
 
 When the twilight cold and damp 
 
 
 
 I bid him woo some ither ane. 
 
 Gloom and silence bringeth. 
 
 
 
 But aye he fondly turns to me. 
 
 Then the glowworm lights its lamp. 
 
 
 
 His pipe is sweetest on the hill. 
 
 And the bulbul singeth. 
 
 
 
 His voice is saftest on the lea; 
 
 
 
 
 1 canna lo'e the laddie ill 
 
 Stars come forth when night her shroud 
 
 
 
 That's aye sae unco fond o' me. 
 
 Draws as daylight fainteth; 
 Only on the tearful cloud 
 
 
 
 The bee is for the moorland bound. 
 
 God his rainbow painteth. 
 
 
 
 The mavis sings the braes amang. 
 
 
 
 
 And nature, in her happy round. 
 
 Weep not, then, o'er poet's •wrong. 
 
 
 
 Is rife wi* music, mirth, an' sang. 
 
 Mourn not his mischances,— 
 
 
 
 Alake ! my heart, whaur wilt thou gang ? 
 
 Sorrow is the source of song. 
 
 
 
 'Tis no as it has been wi' thee ! 
 
 And of gentle fancies. 
 
 
 
 To be sae coy is surely wrang. 
 
 
 
 
 The laddie's aye sae kind to me. 
 
 
 
 
 
 il* i^o^jg*^ Ukt U ib^ maricie^. 
 
 
 
 goinroiu an^ ^m%. 
 
 [We find the original of this in the Scots Mag. 
 axine for July, 1802, where it is signed " Duncan 
 
 
 
 [James Hedderwick, Junr., editor of " The 
 
 Gray." There are some verbal differences between 
 
 
 
 Glasgow Citizen."] 
 
 the old copy and the present.] 
 
 
 
 Wkep not over poet's wrong. 
 
 As Jenny sat down wi' her wheel by the fire. 
 
 
 
 Mourn not his mischances,—- 
 
 An' thought o' the time that was fast fleein' by'er, 
 
 
 
 Sorrow is the source of song. 
 
 She said to hersel' wi' a heavy hoch hie. 
 
 
 
 And of gentle Cancies. 
 
 Oh ! a' body's like to be married but me. 
 
 
 
 Rills o'er rocky beds are borne. 
 
 
 
 
 Ere they gush in whiteness; 
 
 And though I've had wooers mysel' ane or twa; 
 
 
 
 Pebbles are wave-chafed and worn. 
 
 Yet a lad to my mind 1 ne'er could yet see. 
 
 
 
 Ere they show their brightness. 
 
 Oh ! a' body's like to be married but me. 
 
 
 
 Sweetest gleam the morning flowers 
 
 There's Lowrie, the lawjer, would ha'e me fu' fiiin, 
 
 
 
 "When in tears they waken ; 
 
 Who has baith a house un' a yard o' his ain : 
 
 
 
 Earth enjoys refreshing showers 
 
 But before I'd gang to it I rather wad die. 
 
 
 
 >\ hen the boughs are shaken. < 
 
 ^ A wee stumpiu' body ! he'll never get me. 
 
 
 
 
^4 aOOTTUiB tOJKQM. 
 
 tbm^ nUkaf, mrtomtm,tem Lumb m^ JbBMlfcfwtfalatardirtelMl p«v» 
 
 WriMyritowbnUMtbatfMMUMtofni. Bat iww Ila nii n i . IM gltoli >» ■> ihnf, 
 BM,Fidr4Mv(l,te|MM>vaMtak«raqr«>, , Uto aqr MlMr. thi Omw taftM m^ 
 OklA'bodjmttatotoBMwriiidtatBtw H 
 
 Bat I Mw « lid by jM Mithh bm M*, 
 
 • t 
 
 Ola 1 had ny will Moa h • aia I ««m>d b*. 
 Gkl a* body's Uk* to b« marmd bat mm. 
 
 I glad bin a look, ai a klad laiilt ibfHld, 
 My ftWa% If tbay kMS'd U, waaldaanH nn virf I 
 For tho* boaatoaad gald,ha^ao «««tlia bawbMb 
 Ohl a' bodyii Uko to bo BMRiod bat BM. 
 
 Tte bard to tak* olMlter boUai a Wtli dylio, 
 Tto hard fer to tak* aao wo aooor oaa Mia, 
 Tia bafd fbr to kafo aao «• tela wad bo vl*. 
 Tot It Is iMudor tba 
 
 Vita SitMf'K Soumfs* 
 
 ( A* oaat ^Mr. VMki7. (• *• OV«»«r* B^ 
 Boy."-Alr, •• Qaaboil WMb.-] 
 
 TovaMyttato^yaarWaUaaoairf bng •'ywir 
 
 Bat whan win ja lad M a aHMi a^ rfe aM, 
 Aa a tkoni^-bnd taal Mafbol Waa««o> 
 
 Ut aaoo Vlaol Jwolo aoaM aador yoar olMT, 
 ▲ika 
 
 TbMO olamta* okMi la tko olaehaa kaid lf«b 
 Thoyni BO gfa a body bat kafd wotda. 
 
 My Ikttk I tboy ihaDlad If afolB tkoy «« Iqr. 
 ▲ bot petard ao IBM ao thoir bnM owoHai 
 
 Itnao ' 
 
 For 
 
 To bo pWMd aft by ootWs BBd baailHl 
 Bat V I wan BfOliOiov. a^ ooBoaiHHol IV tiy 
 
 TolH tt li r — Ipfcrftkawolilitof l koli b aiil l M 
 Dot atop, giMll itop BWMl aa, H ii iiai n K 
 
 For if BBo «i«i to bono aOb Nototo IB, 
 
 .l><te*rtaBdkiil»- 
 
 tr^f olD S^oUi air. 
 
 1 olMpid ay IbIhU haad^ aad aoH 
 
 Ctoaitohwi 
 
 TotBDoliniarbynBritMbOb 
 My oMM. *■ aJd. 1 boar bar yrt. 
 
 nat Ito bMOBtfillM palar mf , 
 P^ oB IIM dark bbw ■»- 
 
 A laad af h«* aad BMBBtyB f 
 
 ▲ad oA I dfOBBi of teBBlBlM blaa. 
 
 AadHaoBMibartopla, 
 Aad wftk H aamn a brahMi teal 
 
 ortaan,ldaMaadBaodfyi 
 OM teaoi. voiaaa. oaw ao woBt, 
 
 ▲adwDlBaliBaBMby. 
 
 ToBi •ukar,bey.loo«dtluifta«oottHII> 
 
 loft il I n li'dotillo la tha bail thing BOB, H BomM I«uiglft««aj 
 
 laldmyblthar.thoDaaaoB,bataaaw. Aad wl|y I waav to hiar It aftOl, 
 
 My pair eoBrfn Bab, O ! his tmlblo wUb 
 
 Was too proad, that dM ohoas to dlMWB bm^ 
 FWaft a bedlo oartd aho fbr a Biagltoniftri 1Mb, 
 
 T0B« 
 
 rhoai 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 255 
 
 
 I heard my mother sing that song, W Amang alehouse wives she rules the roast; 
 
 
 
 And then I left our hall ; 
 
 For upo' the Sabbath days 
 
 
 
 Ere 1 returned again, 'twas long. 
 
 She puts on her weel hain'd tartain plaid 
 
 
 
 But death had reft me all. 
 
 An' the rest o' her Sabbath claes; 
 
 
 
 The wallflower hung on turret strong. 
 
 An' she sits, nae less ! in the minister's seat: 
 
 
 
 The moss on ruin grey. 
 
 Ilk psalm she lilts, I ween— 
 
 
 
 And all who sung or heard that song 
 
 There's no an auld wife in the public line 
 
 
 
 Were gone— were wede away. 
 
 Can match wi' Janet Macbean. 
 
 
 
 I heard a stranger sing that air— 
 
 
 
 
 A little fair-haired child. 
 
 
 
 
 With sunny brow that knew no care. 
 
 
 
 
 Withjoyrus eye and mild; 
 
 
 
 
 She warbled snatches of that strain. 
 And laughed right joyously; 
 
 <B ^u^p humik U^^. 
 
 
 
 In after years she may retain 
 
 
 
 
 Its memory, lilie nie. 
 
 SAY, bonnie lass, will ye lie in a barrack, 
 And marry a sodger, and carry his wallet? 
 say will you leave baith your mammy and 
 
 daddy. 
 And go to the wars with your sodger laddie ? 
 say, will you leave baith your mammy and 
 
 
 
 ^umt JEaci^eaira* 
 
 daddy. 
 And go to the wars with your sodger laddie ? 
 
 
 
 [Fkom *' Poems and Songs by Robert Nicoll." 
 
 yes, bonnie lad, I will lie in a barrack. 
 
 
 
 W^. Tait, Edinburgh.] 
 
 And marry a sodger, and carry his wallet; 
 I'll neither ask leave of my mammy nor daddy, 
 
 
 
 Janet Macbean a public keeps. 
 
 But aflf and away with my dear sodger laddie ? 
 
 
 
 An' a merry auld wife is she ; 
 
 
 
 
 An' she sells her yill wi* a jaunty air 
 
 say, bonnie lass, will ye go a-cam.paigning. 
 
 
 
 That wad please your heart to see. 
 
 And bear all the hardships of battle and famine ? 
 
 
 
 Her drink's o* the best— she's hearty aye. 
 
 When wounded and bleeding, then wilt thou draw 
 
 
 
 An' her house is neat an' clean- 
 
 near me. 
 
 
 
 There's no an auld wife in the pubUc line 
 
 And kindly support me, and tenderly cheer me ? 
 
 
 
 Can match wi' Janet Macbean. 
 
 yes, I will brave all these perils you mention. 
 
 
 
 She has aye a curtsey for the laird 
 
 And twenty times more if you had the invention. 
 
 
 
 When he comes to drink his can. 
 
 Neither hunger, nor cold, nor dangers alarm m.e. 
 
 
 
 An' a laugh for the farmer an" his wife. 
 
 While I have my Harry, my dearest, to charm me. 
 
 
 
 An* a joke for the farmer's man. 
 
 
 
 
 She toddles but an' she toddles ben. 
 
 
 
 
 Like onie wee bit queen— 
 
 
 
 
 There's no an auld wife in the public line 
 
 
 
 
 Can match wi' Janet Macbean. 
 
 
 
 
 The beggar wives gang a' to her. 
 
 ^6i? €iiiideic'^ im%. 
 
 
 
 An' she sairs them wi' bread an' cheese ;— 
 
 
 
 
 Her bread in bannocks an' cheese iu whangs 
 
 [Am, "Cauld kail in Aberdeen."] 
 
 
 
 Wi' a blythe.gudewill she gi'es. 
 
 
 
 
 Vow, the kintra-side will miss her sair 
 
 Whan chittering birds, on flichfring wing, 
 
 
 
 When she's laid aneath the green— 
 
 A bout the barn doors mingle. 
 
 
 
 There's no an auld wife in the public line 
 
 And biting frost, and cranreuch cauld. 
 
 
 
 Can match wi' Janet Macbean. ^ 
 
 1^ Drive coofs around the ingle j 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
2d6 
 
 imiDtfMloslitlMe 
 
 MomsHfluKoa 
 
 And nMik ttM m «f Birtii aad itlMw 
 to wy, BM^, ftwiy ■wlliw , 
 
 0«rlMfa«yh 
 
 And bMi and bmmM 9^ iMKt Mb«v, 
 
 WhM 0^ th»lMf<«MM sMvfnci 
 
 Tn chMk bjr jowl Wilkin tto bm«h, 
 
 Ttejrn InM tU» MM aaWMr. 
 Thn mod tlM li« «• flock «f' ftln, 
 la aaold, MMld, Ihiatr ■■Ifcir. 
 
 V{^ AiftKft. 
 
 flllkapavt," 
 
 Cri«,«*Of«i« 
 
 Py, Joka. (^, riww At wkuwrt 
 II«IM» - 
 
 Tbak 
 
 Th> wlad bkww wwg mt ftaMliNb 
 nrhta ■baltkt w» Mck» aff bi iMMit 
 To «kai« tk* ia^t^ k 
 
 AboatttMbsatdwvf 
 Wl' mirtk and glM, *laiB Um «M. 
 Iaeaald,«aaM,ft« 
 
 la eaaljr crad% and ■n«i and jekH 
 Tka Bitkt drivto Ml wl* daflbt*. 
 
 Aad Majr a Mttl* riMt li la>a. 
 WMIa «n« tka Isddjr «|aaai«. 
 
 CaAvirr ■• aMia 
 
 ■Irtnlartl 
 ■M Ik* ko«n awajr 
 WMk tlKjr aff«lHa lah «rio««b 
 
 Uikt arkMrt, *aa ^aMIrt ttgr as^. 
 
 ■ ••tkttargiglMkaBr. 
 
 Vat Hka ikHw I «ak» ^IB, 
 
 Vee-total ^ng. 
 
 [Am. " CkaU kaQ hi AbtfdMa.-] 
 
 Taaaa'a aaald kril ki A twdw, 
 AndiiiiiiikikiWwakbngiti 
 Aad Man and aiM tktrw Ujrtka aad Kla. 
 
 AadUdaiaAatlktaaflat 
 I'M Ml !• Iraa, yail navwiw 
 CpaadB'tgrtkaaotto' 
 
 Taaaf WH «aa kaaw and «mI pat mm, 
 MB* HytlM waa ka and t««to, 
 
 An4 kt IOC koaagr Mary !>«>•. 
 Tkaflawwa 
 
1 - -, 1 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 257 
 
 
 
 TVha wad hae thocht at wooing time, ^ Aft may I meet the morning dew 
 
 
 
 He'd e'er forsJiken Mary, 
 
 Lang greet till 1 be weary. 
 
 
 
 Anil ta'en him to the tipplin' tnule 
 
 Thou canna, winna, gentle maid. 
 
 
 
 Wi' boozin' Eab and Hairy. 
 
 Thou canna be my dearie. 
 
 
 
 Sair Mary wrought, sair :Mary grat, 
 
 
 
 
 She scarce could lift the ladle ; 
 
 
 
 
 Wi' pithless feet 'tween ilka greet, 
 
 
 
 
 She rock'd the borrowed cradle. 
 Her weddin' plenishin' was gane. 
 
 ^^M*^ tit iDeSu. 
 
 
 
 She never thought to borrow : 
 
 
 
 
 Her bonny face was waxin' wan. 
 
 [The author of this and the following song wa« 
 
 
 
 And Will wrought all the sorrow. 
 
 John Goluik, the original editor of the Paisley 
 Advertiser. He was a native of A jt, and for some 
 
 
 
 He's reelin' hame ae winter night. 
 
 time before he started the Paisley newspaper. 
 
 
 
 Some Liter nor the gloamin' ; 
 
 w hich was the first ever published in that town , and 
 
 
 
 He's ta'en the rig— he's miss'd the brig. 
 
 was begun on the 9th Oct. 1824, he had been en- 
 
 
 
 And Bogie's ower him foamin'. 
 
 gaged as editor of the Ayr Courier. Previous to 
 
 
 
 Wi' broken ^anes out ower the stanes. 
 
 this, too, in 1822, he had brought out by sub- 
 
 
 
 He creepit up Strathbogie, 
 
 scription a small volume of " Poems and Songs." 
 
 
 
 And a' the nicht he pray'd wi' might. 
 
 He died suddenly, from the bursting of a blood- 
 
 
 
 To keep him frae the cogie. 
 
 vessel, on the 27th Feb. 1826, in the twenty-eighth 
 year of his age. At the time of his death, he was 
 
 
 
 Now Mary's heart is light again, 
 
 engaged in compiling forMr. M'Phun of Glasgow 
 
 
 
 She's neither sick nor silly ; 
 
 a collection of songs, which was published in two 
 
 
 
 For auld or young, nae sinfu' tongue 
 
 small volumes, with the title of " The Spirit of 
 
 
 
 Could e'er entice her Willie. 
 
 British Song."] 
 
 
 
 And aye the sang through Bogie rang. 
 
 
 
 
 ! haud ye frae the cogie ! 
 
 Sweet's the dew-deck'd rose in June^ 
 
 
 
 The weary gill's the sairest ill 
 
 And my fair to see, Annie, 
 
 
 
 On braes o' fair Strathbogie. 
 
 But there's ne'er a flower that blooms. 
 
 Is half so (air as thee, Annie. 
 Beside those blooming cheeks o' thine. 
 
 
 
 
 The opening rose its beauties tine. 
 Thy lips the rubies far outshine; 
 Love sparkles in thy e'e, Annie. 
 
 
 
 Me^ gl^am^ ti$ mn. 
 
 The snaw that decks yon mountain top. 
 
 
 
 
 Nae purer is than thee, Annie ; 
 
 
 
 [Dr. Coupkr.— Air, " Nlel Gow."] 
 
 The haughty mien, and pridefu' look. 
 Are banish'd far frae thee, Annie ; 
 
 
 
 Red gleams the sun on yon hill tap. 
 
 And in thy sweet angelic face. 
 
 
 
 The dew sits on the gowan ; 
 
 Triumphant beams each modest grace, 
 
 
 
 Deep murmurs through her glens the Spey, 
 
 " And ne'er did G ecian chisel trace," 
 
 
 
 Around Kinrara rowan. 
 
 A form sae bright as thiue, Auuie. 
 
 
 
 Where art thou, fairest, kindest laaa? 
 
 
 
 
 Alas ! wert tliou but near me. 
 
 Wha could behold thy rosy cheek. 
 
 
 
 Thy gentle soul, thy melting eye. 
 
 And no feel love s sharp pang, Annie ? 
 
 
 
 Would ever, ever cheer me. 
 
 What heart could view thy smiling looks. 
 And plot to Jo thee wrang. Annie ? 
 
 
 
 The lavTock sings amang the clouds. 
 
 Thy name in ilka sang I'll weave. 
 
 
 
 f he lambs they sport so cheerie. 
 
 My heart, mv soul wi' thee 111 leave. 
 
 
 
 And I sit weeping by the birk. 
 
 And never, till I cease to breatne. 
 
 
 
 where art thou my dearie ? e 
 
 y ill cease to UxinK on tuee, Anuie. 
 
 
 
 
358 
 
 flail ctn tfrs Bo](om« 
 
 Tl» put tot low and MM. IhMIk ? 
 
 MomaH soHoai. 
 
 A TiMn 
 
 •m tedir Ph^ii ^ tkn, Mil* ? 
 
 ■ la foa lovt^B^Mat t o w, 
 Toa f««r^ fef ooMy kawoMy p— r , 
 
 Toaia M^w loro MO tat ■•. I^Mo. 
 WBt tkoa-^wOt thoa ■■■( oai ln«o m 
 Wla ny kMfft, aad tiMa «nilfa aw/ 
 
 Ol8|apart«>rawlaMlib 
 
 AA ho>» yo roootf aiy ra^ okodi* 
 
 Aft pnUa^d aqr i^artlliV oX laMliW 
 Aft aid BOO boa oa Mrtk yo^ Hik, 
 
 I aft wmaki ^oa4 at i^iolog^ fc*, 
 
 IW talaofcc llMoa wnalk o^ flowv^ 
 
 ■lafoia. 
 
 ^ftolloaiO^OMM 
 
 
 BlowllH^ial, 
 
 kai "aoaik «ho laKlko kairt to Wi, 
 Ttaft kaali ftr loM^ aai dMw kiMaw 
 
 Wla aqr kMft aad tftaa doMNa ao / 
 
 Ok f itat kMft wOllnok. kdto«« ao, 
 Ola y« port ftao aM, kkMtak 
 
 Tooil moM a kna aai^ oaaot aad kir, 
 — t lawr ta a llM tkiao, laiJK 
 
 A lo«« MM tra M ariaa. laMla. 
 Bo* ataa Ikat katt li laM at art, 
 Tkal kait ttat loM |o kMt aa« kat. 
 
 To»Hilaiattkiw^kt,>allwoa>s 
 Wa ko lo«o aad tkkMb loMlo. 
 
 (Mrreaatu — Air, *■ Tkoa koaalo « 
 Ciaifto taa."] 
 
 O I waas I on tk« hmtky kUli, 
 That ria abooa tk* tttaahy lat 
 
 Aad waadftait by tk* oootal rilk, 
 WkvH Maiy, flat i ooartod tkai 
 
 fikma t ^-C l i aa V AINf.w 0I » aoa a*- 
 k'Attya, tto gnat 0m oT niliiaii, tea «ali»y 
 
 oa t k ^a ^ th* wkol* kaal* o/iko I 
 
 otoaadoT 
 
 On *• ofey BM-aa«i Ik* «tai b a«aki t 
 TkokoatMoatk>ikollio,|kiik|poatkokJl^ 
 Ak t aew ki a aoaoat a«y oaoalqr I laai 
 Tko ant I aa te amiv, iv oa Iko vaoo. 
 
 Oi Ika «ka wall, fta ika woO, Otaiia* 
 kAttya. Ck'Alkya. 
 
 O! kao tka voO, taa tka aoB, Olo 
 
 I aaopwadoftkopiiowoaitktiMaaofayokK 
 Aadtoalatkma— oi a tkortaafa^lMk; 
 Aa4 aoor ki kla gaalaoa ko tavao aa away, 
 WkMwyHia mk k dia ^y ii aad aty loria aia 
 
 Oklki«ikaiall,te. 
 
 poyMoaaflTaiyaai 
 I fo to kaa akw of iko kMB of tl 
 Or to «o aakMMalad oa CkMMte^ 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 259 
 
 Ib%%u ^uu^^x. 
 
 ["Tnis old song," says Bums, "so pregnant 
 with Scottish naivete and energy, is much relished 
 by all ranks, notwithstjiiiding its broad wit and 
 palpable allusions. Its language is a precious 
 model of imitation: sly, sprightly, and forcibly 
 expressive. Maggie's tongue wags out the nick- 
 names of Rob the piper, with all the careless 
 lightsomeness of unrestrained gaiety." — The au- 
 thor of "Maggie Lauder" is generally said to be 
 Francis Skmpi-k, Esq. of Beltrees in Renfrew- 
 shire, who lived about the middle of the seven- 
 teenth century, and who is also the reputed author 
 of the songs entitled " The Blythsome Bridal" and 
 •' She rose and let me in," (see pages 99 and 244.) 
 Semple was the descendant of a poetical family. 
 A progenitor of his — Robert, Lord Semple, was a 
 voluminous versifier in the previous century, and 
 published a number of works between the years 
 1565 and 1573. The cousin -german of this writer. 
 Sir James Semple of Beltrees, was author of " The 
 Packman's Pater-noster;" his successor, Robert 
 Semple, was author of the celebrated ** Epitaph 
 on Habbie Simpson," and father of Francis 
 Semple, the subject of the present notice. Besides 
 the songs ascribed to him, Francis Semple was 
 author of "The Banishment of Poverty," and 
 some epitaphs in Pennycooke's collection of Poeti- 
 cal Pieces. Mr. Motherwell, we know, at one 
 time contemplated collecting and publishing the 
 works of the Semples of Beltrees, but whether he 
 had proceeded any way in the undertaking before 
 his lamented death we cannot say. Doubts as to 
 Semple being the author of "Maggie Lauder" 
 have been thrown out, on two grounds: first, 
 that the scene of the song belongs to Fifeshire i 
 and secojidly, that the song, if so old as Semple's 
 day, would have appeared in Ramsay's Tea-Table 
 Miscellany, which it does not. To these objec- 
 tions it may be answered, that, although the 
 heroine, Maggie Lauder, professedly belongs to 
 Anster in Fife, the scene of the song is not laid 
 there ; for the third line says, "A piper met her 
 gaun to Fife." The allusion also to "Habbie 
 Simpson" in the last stanza, " Sin' we lost Habbie 
 Simpson," may be considered favourable to Sem- 
 ple's claim, for Habbie was a noted piper in 
 Kilbarchan, a village in Renfrewshire, contiguous 
 to the estate of Beltrees. A statue of Habbie is 
 still to be seen in a niche of the village steeple 
 of the place. As to the song not appearing in 
 Ramsay's Tea-Table Miscellany, that might arise ^ 
 
 from accident or oversight: the tune of "Maggie 
 Lauder" can at least be traced as far back as the 
 beginning of the last century, and Gay introduces 
 it in his musical opera of Achilles, printed in 1733. 
 With all this, we candidly confess, that, judging 
 from internal evidence, we would be inclined to 
 pronounce "Maggie Lauder" to be a produc- 
 tion subsequent, and not anterior, to the days of 
 Ramsay.] 
 
 Wha wadna be in love 
 
 Wi' bonnie Maggie Lauder ? 
 A piper met her gaun to Fife, 
 
 And speir'd what was't they ca'd her; — 
 Right scornfully she answer'd him. 
 
 Begone you hallanshaker ! 
 Jog en your gate, you bladderskate. 
 
 My name is Maggie Lauder. 
 
 Maggie, quo' he, and by my bags, 
 
 I'm fidgin' fain to see thee ; 
 Sit down by me, my bonnie bird. 
 
 In troth I winna steer thee : 
 For I'm a piper to my trade. 
 
 My name is Rob the Ranter ; 
 The lasses loup as they were daft. 
 
 When I blaw up my chanter. 
 
 Piper, quo' Meg, ha'e ye your bags ? 
 
 Or is your drone in order ? 
 If ye be Rob, I've heard of you. 
 
 Live you upo' the border ? 
 The lasses a', baith far and near. 
 
 Have heard o' Rob the Ranter; 
 I'll shake my foot wi' right gude will, 
 
 Gif you'll blaw up your chanter. 
 
 Then to his bags he flew wi' speed. 
 
 About the drone he twisted ; 
 Meg up and wallop'd o'er the green. 
 
 For brawly could she frisk it. 
 Weel done ! quo he — play up ! quo' she ; 
 
 Weel bobb'd! quo' Rob the Ranter; 
 'Tis worth my while to play indeed. 
 
 When I ha'e sic a dancer. 
 
 Weel ha'e you play'd your part, quo' Meg, 
 
 Your cheeks are like the crimson ; 
 There's nane in Scotland plays sae weel, 
 
 Since we lost Habbie Simpson. 
 I've lived in Fife, baith maid and wife, 
 
 These ten years and a quarter ; 
 Gin' ye should come to Anster fair, 
 
 Speir ye for Maggie Lauder. 
 
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SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 261 
 
 VTi' guid ait cakes, or butter bakes, 
 And routh o* whiskey toddy, 
 
 WTia daur complain, or mak' a mane. 
 That man's a saul-lesa body : 
 
 ^nU ^umt Mdt^. 
 
 [AtR, "Johnnie M'Gill," 
 Cockpen."] 
 
 or "The Laird o' 
 
 AuLD Janet Baird, auld Janet Baird, 
 A wonderfu' woman was auld Janet Baird, 
 Come gentle or semple, come cadger or caird, 
 A groat made them welcome wi' auld Janet 
 Baird. 
 
 Auld Janet Baird was a changewife o' fame, 
 Wha keepit guid liquor, as weel's a guide name ; 
 Could pray wi' the priest, an' could laugh wi* the 
 
 laird. 
 For learned an' leesome was auld Janet Baird. 
 
 Auld Janet could brew a browst o' guid ale. 
 An' baket guid bannocks to quicken its sale. 
 An' while that a customer's pouch held a plack, 
 Auld Janet ne'er fail'd in her sang or her crack. 
 
 Auld Janet Baird was baith gaucy and sleek, 
 Wi' the cherry's dark red on her lip and her cheek, 
 Wi' a temper and tongue like a fiddle in time. 
 An' merry an' licht as a laverock in June. 
 
 Auld Janet Baird had a purse fu' o' gowd, 
 A but an' a ben wi' guid plenisliin' stow'd, 
 A kist fu' o* naiprie, a cow, and kail yard ; 
 An' wha was sae bein or sae braw's Janet Baird ? 
 
 Auld Janet grew wanton, auld Janet grew braw. 
 Wore new-fangled mutches, red ribbons, an' a' , 
 At bridal or blythe-meat, at preachin' or fair. 
 The priest might be absent, but Janet was there. 
 
 Auld Janet grew skeich, an' auld Janet grew 
 crouse, [house, 
 
 An* she thocht a guidman a great mense to a 
 And aft to herself she wad sich and complain, 
 " O, woman's a wearifu' creature alane 1" 
 
 The clack o' sic beinness brought customers routh. 
 To crack wi' the carlin, an' slocken their drouth. 
 An' mony's the wooer who vow'd and declared. 
 He'd sell his best yaud to win auld Janet Baird. ^ 
 
 ^But Janet had secretly nourished for lang 
 A sort of love-liking for honest Laird Strang; 
 "He's sober an' civil — his youth can be spared ; 
 He'd mak' a douce husband," quoth auld Janet 
 Baird. 
 
 The wooer that's hooly is oftentimes crost. 
 
 An' words wared on courtin' are often words lost ; 
 
 " For better for waur, here's my loof," quoth the 
 
 Laird; 
 " Content ; it's a bargain," quoth auld Janet Baird. 
 
 The marriage was settled, the bridal day set. 
 The priest, an' the piper, an' kindred were met. 
 They've wedded an' bedded, an* sickerly pair'd. 
 She's now Mrs. Strang that was auld Janet Baird. 
 
 ^f)2 miu <MuU 0im. 
 
 [Henry S. Ribdhll.— First published in the 
 Portfolio of British Songs. The air is an old reel 
 tune, originally called " The Drummer," but now 
 better known by the name of " The Tailor," for 
 which Bums wrote some words, with the burthen, 
 " For weel he kenn'd the way, 0."J 
 About the closin' o' the day. 
 
 The wild green woods amang, O, 
 A wee auld man cam' doon this way. 
 
 As fast as he could gang, O. 
 
 He entered into this wee house. 
 
 Where unco weel kent he, O, 
 
 That there, there lived a virtuous lass. 
 
 And fair as fair could be O. 
 
 For he had vow'd to ha'e, 0, 
 
 To ha'e, O, to ha'e, O, 
 For he had vow'd to ha'e, O, 
 A wifie o' his ain, O. 
 
 He tell't the auld gudewife he'd come 
 
 Her dochter Jean to woo, 0, 
 And gin she would but come wi' him. 
 
 She never would it rue, O. 
 For he had oxen, horse, and kye. 
 
 And sheep upon the hill, 0, 
 And monie a cannie thing forbye. 
 
 That should be at her will, 0. 
 For he had vow'd, &c. 
 
 The auld gudewife replied in turn. 
 
 Up rising frae her stool, O, 
 The lass that would your proffer spurn. 
 
 Would surely be a fool, 0. 
 
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 To Biar ■« tat*, ft Mf p* tatat 
 
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 OBtktBMBlaadAorn, 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 2C3 
 
 
 WTien our brave Highland blades, ^ CLnehan bairnies roar wi' fright, 
 
 
 
 ^Vi' their claymores and plaids. 
 
 CLichan dogs tak' to their trotters , 
 
 
 
 In the field drive hke sheep a' our foes, man; 
 
 Clachan wives the pathway dicht 
 
 
 
 Their courage and pow'r— 
 
 To tranquillise his thraward features 
 
 
 
 Spring frae this to be sure, 
 
 Gangrel bodies in the street 
 
 
 
 They're the noble effects o' the brose, man. 
 
 Beck and bow to make him civil. 
 
 
 
 Then hey, &c. 
 
 Tenant bodies in his debt. 
 
 Shun him as they'd shun the devlL 
 
 
 
 But your spyndle-shank'd sparks. 
 
 Heard ye e'er, &c. 
 
 
 
 Wlia sae ill fill their sarks. 
 
 
 
 
 Vour pale-visaged milksops and beaux, man; 
 
 Few gangs trigger to the fair. 
 
 
 
 I think when I see them. 
 
 Few gangs to the kirk sae gaucie,— 
 
 
 
 'Twere kindness to gi'e them— 
 
 Few wi' Donald can compare 
 
 
 
 A cogie 0' yill or o' brose, man. 
 
 To keep the cantel o' the causie : 
 
 
 
 Then hey, &c. 
 
 In his breast a bladd o' stane, 
 Neith his hat a box o' brochan. 
 
 
 
 "WTiat John Bull despises. 
 
 In his nieve a wally cane, 
 
 
 
 Our better sense prizes. 
 
 Thus the tyrant rules the clachan. 
 
 
 
 He denies eatin' blanter ava, man; 
 
 Heard ye e'er, &c. 
 
 
 
 But by eatin' o' blanter. 
 
 
 
 
 His mare's grown, I'll warrant her. 
 
 
 
 
 The manliest brute o' the twa, man. 
 
 
 
 
 Then hey, &c. 
 
 IMte mtk. 
 
 
 
 Miraall 'Bunn. 
 
 [Said to be composed by a Seceding aergyman 
 at Biggar.] 
 
 
 
 Ida sriD Webster.— Air, " Johnnie Pringle."] 
 
 LOVH ! thou delights in man's ruin. 
 Thy conquests they cost us full dear; 
 
 
 
 Heard ye e'er o' Donald Gunn, 
 
 Maun I forfeit my life for the viewing 
 
 
 
 Ance sae duddy, dowf, and needy. 
 
 The charms o' that lovely Miss Weir ? 
 
 
 
 Now a laird in yonder toun. 
 
 Tho' sometimes thou bid me aspire. 
 
 
 
 Callous-hearted, proud, and greedy. 
 
 Again thou distracts me wi' fear 
 And envy o* ane that is higher— 
 
 
 
 Up the glen aboon the linn. 
 
 Wha's even'd to the charming Miss Weir. 
 
 
 
 Donald met wi' Maggie Millar, 
 
 
 
 
 "VVooed the lass amang the whins. 
 
 As down in yon valley a-walking. 
 
 
 
 Because she had the word o' siller ; 
 
 Whare nae christen'd creature was near. 
 
 
 
 Jleg was neither trig nor braw. 
 
 The birds all around me were talking 
 
 
 
 Had mae fauts than ane laid till her; 
 
 0' naething but charming Miss Weir : 
 
 
 
 Donald looket ower them a'. 
 
 That sweet little bird, called the Unnet, 
 
 
 
 A' his thought was on the siller. 
 
 In accents delightfully dear. 
 
 
 
 Heard ye e'er, &«. 
 
 Declai-ed to the world that in it 
 
 Was nought hke the lovely Miss Weir. 
 
 
 
 Donald grew baith braid and braw. 
 
 
 
 
 Ceased to bore the whinstone quarry. 
 
 Oh Cupid ! my head it is muddy. 
 
 
 
 Maggie's sUler pays for a'. 
 
 I wish it may ever be clear ; 
 
 
 
 Breeks instead o' duddy barrie : 
 
 For aye, when I sit down to study. 
 
 
 
 Though he's ignorant as a stirk, 
 
 My mind runs on charming Miss Weir. 
 
 
 
 Though he's doure as ony donkey ; 
 
 I'm tosb'd like a ship on the ocean. 
 
 
 
 Yet, by accidentia jirk 
 
 That kens na what course for to steer; 
 
 
 
 Donald rides before a flunky. 
 
 Yet at times I'm so vain in my motion. 
 
 
 
 Heard ye e'er, &c. ^ 
 
 p. As hope for the lovely Miss Weir. 
 
 
 
 
 
264 
 
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 itommluLAm. MmI» bf A. Lm.1 
 
 BbtI •» tiM RMu kMttMT, 
 Il«yi ibr lb* HWm kMtkt 
 
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 Tk» booate bnMi o- Rklui 
 
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 I>nr to »•. Md ay* 
 
 TIM iMte ud taMM Mr <ki«MMr ( 
 
 B«7! krlkt BMui iMBllMr, 
 
 ll«yi te ito HMm inlfcir, 
 Dmt to m*« Mid •!• alMdl ha* 
 
 TW bewda braaa 9f HMmm hmtOm, 
 Tha baaato Md wUb, fef laak Mri Um, 
 
 An tiprd irtik gMid to riMMT wMka 
 
 Bay I fcr Ite HMaa kMlhar, 
 !>■» to oM, aad aia ib«B ba. 
 Tba baaala bfaai 
 
 ISPI^e %iM of ymtoii ^tn. 
 
 fAujui CvmmioKAK.— Air. ** 0«od alfhtaad 
 Joybawfyaa-."] 
 
 TailaHllMdMltiMa 
 
 Tha daw Ml aoft. tlM wtad «M lowBT, 
 lU gaatia bnatk amang Uw tewata 
 
 Saaiva ittR^i tka tUatltli top or down I 
 TiM dapplad aaraUow MIUm pool. 
 
 Tha aton iwa bltokli^ aw tka hill, 
 Whni I a>ai anoat tha hMrihoTM SNW 
 
 Tha loably laH «r Faartm-toUL 
 
 HarlpahadwavdaaMdi 
 Lad haaw ■imiit liiibli ihi ii> kmmm, 
 ThalatolylMiafn— laiin 
 
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 I MM, fvaattoiMaB, teak aM «<«•. 
 
 Bat glrfe a Uii. M« aa«a with aia ; 
 A iavallavlMa O mrm feak^ ap,— 
 
 Tha toaia aafadrapptag tea har a>w 
 I ha'a a lad wha •« kr a»a'. 
 
 That »aal caald wta a waaaa^ wm « 
 Mj h«rt% ahaady Ml af tova^ 
 
 »wih tfcatota» law ar, Pi inaim, 
 
 »a« «ka li IM aaali IMM ito a hH^ 
 
 I ida «Mi hlii^l IbMi ftaa har a^ 
 1 toak a» ktai ar har aama^ alMh— 
 
 My haaft la Ihn afalkw lava, 
 
 »atklkahi»a|ylaaiaf Pitotoa adH 
 
 Bm taarb ay ktott kaaa aaght of 0«d, 
 Or Hiklli gtoAtowa to toy a> i 
 
 Tin my ton drap af hiaad ba attl. 
 
 My I 
 
 M|r vaMa aa Daa^ adid baaka. 
 Aad Vlth-a RiMaaBa tola to Ai't 
 Oy Aa aad OtoadMiii haa»li atraoM 
 
 O lihay ato Hgkto af a hetoda klad, 
 Aa ■!■ ikiai aa aala aad hIB, 
 
 BM Ihato/^ aa «|k* pato Ihaaa an a« 
 Tkatotolytotoaf Piiia illli 
 

 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 265 
 
 
 '^S^ 0fmmer mmn. ' 
 
 ^ Then swell the sang baith loud and lane, 
 Till the hills like aspens quiver ; 
 An' fill ye up, and toast the cup. 
 
 
 [J. Mitchell.— Air, "Green grows the rashes."] 
 
 Th« land o' cakes for ever. 
 
 
 Bkight shines the simmer's mom. 
 
 Be scom'd the Scot within whose heart 
 
 
 Bright shines the sknmer's mom ; 
 
 Nae patriot flame is burning ; 
 
 
 Come let us view the flowery fields. 
 
 Wha kent nae pain frae hame to part, 
 
 
 And hail wi' joy the waving coin. 
 
 Nae joy when back returning. 
 Nae love for him in life shall yearn. 
 
 
 Let those who think that pleasure lies 
 
 Nae tears in death deplore him ; 
 
 
 Within the magic glasses, 0, 
 
 He hath nae coronach nor caira. 
 
 
 Come view with me the glorious skies, 
 
 Wha shames the land that bore him. 
 
 
 And own themselves but asses, 0. 
 
 Then swell the sang, &c. 
 
 
 Bright shines, &c. 
 
 Fair flower the gowans in our glens. 
 
 
 WiU dissipation's feeble gait 
 
 The heather on our mountains ; 
 
 
 Wi' health's elastic step compare ? 
 
 The blue bells deck our wizard dens. 
 
 
 Will aching heads ne'er leam to hate 
 
 An' kiss our sparkling fountains. 
 
 
 The haunts, where lurlcs the demon care ? 
 
 On knock an' knowe, the wliin an' broom. 
 
 
 Bright shines, &c. 
 
 An' on the braes the breckan ; 
 Not even Eden's flowers in bloom 
 
 
 Refreshing is the moming air. 
 
 Could sweeter blossoms reckon. 
 
 
 The night is damp and dreary, ; 
 
 Then swell the sang, &c. 
 
 
 The fool who would the two compare. 
 
 
 
 May sleep till he is weary, 0. 
 
 "When flows our quegh within the glen. 
 
 
 Bright shines, «&c. 
 
 Within the hall our glasses ; 
 We'll toast auld Scotland's honest men. 
 
 
 Then let us seek the flowery dells. 
 
 Thrice o'er her bonnie lasses. 
 
 
 Where health is in attendance, 0, 
 
 And deep we'll drink the Queen and Kirk, 
 
 
 And from the pure, the crystal rills. 
 
 Our country and our freedom ; 
 
 
 Drink to sweet independence, 0. 
 
 Wi' broad claj-more an' Highland dirk. 
 
 
 Bright shines, &c. 
 
 We're ready when they need them. 
 Then swell the sang, &c. 
 
 
 The tavern's roar, then, let us shun. 
 
 
 
 if health or wealth we prize them, ; 
 
 
 
 The poor man's fortune is begun. 
 
 
 
 When he learns to despise them, 0. 
 Bright shines, &c. 
 
 [Poetry and Air by Dr. E. Spittal.] 
 
 
 ^6^ EaE^ (S)' ®£ite» 
 
 Oh ! deck thy hair wi' the heather bell. 
 The heather bell alone; 
 
 
 [John Ibilah.— Air, *• The Black Watch."] 
 
 Leave roses to the Lowland maid. 
 The Lowland maid alone. 
 
 
 The land o' cakes! the land o' cakes ! 
 
 I've seen thee wi' the gay, gay rose. 
 
 
 ! monie a blessing on it ; 
 
 And wi' the heather bell,— 
 
 
 Fair fa' the land o" hills, o' lakes. 
 
 I love you much with both, fair maid; 
 
 
 The bagpipe and the bonnet. 
 
 But wear the heather bell. 
 
 
 The countrie o' the kilted clans. 
 
 For the heather beU, the heather bell. 
 
 
 That cowed the Bane and Roman ; 
 
 Which breathes the mountain air. 
 
 
 Whose sons ha'e stiU the hearts an' ban's 
 
 Is far more fit than roses gay 
 
 
 To welcome friend or foeman. ^ 
 
 ^ To deck thy flowing hair. 
 
 
 
 
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 BCOTTISn S0NG3. 26*7 
 
 
 ^ Then bring us a tank<ard o' nnppy gude ale ; 
 
 
 
 §^m^ €M^^, 
 
 For to comlbrt our hearts and enliven the tale ; 
 
 We'll aye be the merrier the langor we sit, 
 
 For weTe drank thegither mony a time, and tae 
 
 
 
 [Alexander Laing.] 
 
 will we yet. 
 And sae will we yet, &c. 
 
 
 
 Mary ance had mony a charm. 
 
 
 
 
 Few could boast o" half sae mony ; 
 
 Success to the farmer, and prosper his plough, 
 
 
 
 In ilka day an' Sunday claes. 
 
 Rewarding his eident toils a' the year through • 
 
 
 
 Mary aye was neat and bonnie. 
 
 Our seed time and harvest we ever will get. 
 
 
 
 But the fairest flow'r o' May 
 
 For we've lippen'd aye to providence, and sae will 
 
 
 
 Is nae in a' the wreath o' July; 
 
 we yet. 
 
 
 
 And now amang the maidens gay. 
 
 And sae will we yet, &c. 
 
 
 
 Ye winna meet wi' Mary Cowley 1 
 
 Long live the king, and happy may he be, 
 
 
 
 Mary ance had mony a lad. 
 
 And success to his forces by land and by sea ! 
 
 
 
 Few could boast o' half sae mony ; 
 
 His enemies to triumph we never \vill permit, 
 
 
 
 But ah ! the silly fickle maid, 
 
 Britons aye have been victorious, and sae will 
 
 
 
 The newest aye was best of ony. 
 
 they yet. 
 
 
 
 Now the laddies woo nae mair. 
 
 And sae will they yet, &c. 
 
 
 
 Now the lassie rues her folly ; 
 
 
 
 
 1 And dowie are the wearie days 
 
 Let the glass keep its course, and go merrily roun'. 
 
 
 
 An' lanely nights C Mary Cowley' 
 
 For the sun has to rise, though the moon it goes 
 down. 
 
 
 
 Lassie, I maun leave you too. 
 
 Till the house be rinnin* roun' about, it's time 
 
 
 
 Though 1 lo'e you best C ony; 
 
 enough to flit. 
 
 
 
 Ye ha'e wooers mony ane. 
 
 When we fell, we aye got up again, and sae wiU 
 
 
 
 Ye winna ken the want C Johnny ! 
 
 we yet. 
 
 
 
 Lassie, yet, afore we part. 
 
 And sae will we yet, &c. 
 
 
 
 0, tak' the lad that lo'es you truly. 
 
 
 
 
 Lest ye be left wi' shame an' wae. 
 
 
 
 
 To dree the fate o' Mary Cowley. 
 
 M^t^t Bu fot m. 
 
 
 
 ^M feill ^t gict 
 
 [Written by Ebknezer Picken, a native of 
 Paisley, whose poems were published at Edin- 
 burgh in 1813, in two small vols. He died in 1815 
 
 
 
 [Written many years ago by Walter Wat- 
 
 or 1816.] 
 
 
 
 son, a weaver in Kirkintilloch.] 
 
 Bltthe are we set wi' ither ; 
 
 
 
 Bit ye down here, my cronies, and gi'e us your 
 
 Fling care ayont the moon ; 
 
 
 
 crack. 
 
 Nae sae aft we meet thegither I 
 
 
 
 Let the win' tak' the care o' this life on its back. 
 
 Wha wad think o' parting soon ? 
 
 
 
 Our hearts to despondency we never will submit, 
 
 Though snaw bends down the forest trees. 
 
 
 
 For we've aye been provided for, and sae will we 
 
 And burn and river cease to flow ; 
 
 
 
 yet. 
 
 Though nature's tide has shor'd to freeie. 
 
 
 
 And sae will we yet, &c. 
 
 And winter nithers a' below. 
 Blythe are we, &c. 
 
 
 
 Let the miser delight in the hoarding of pelf. 
 
 
 
 
 Since he has not the saul to enjoy it himself: 
 
 Now, round the ingle cheerly met. 
 
 
 
 Since the bounty of providence is new ev'ry day, 
 
 We'll Bcog the blast and dread nae harm, 
 
 
 
 As we journey through life, let us live by the way. 
 
 Wi' jaws o' toddy reeking het, 
 
 
 
 Let us live by the way, &c. { 
 
 ^ We'U keep the genial current warm. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
M8 
 
 
 Tto vvUlac flM wfB taahh ptaNt 
 
 BiltlMaNfM^lM. 
 
 VI)f lanl) for mt. 
 
 (Wmrrar by J. H>i 
 Igr8.11tfr.] 
 
 I*va bwB apaa < 
 
 AD4lilMMioeMaio4Mli 
 
 TkttefkMOMlltl^ri 
 Bat l0*«av li tkt fHM MM^ 
 
 TI»Mil,ttMlal%lka«m. 
 WlMo bathii to Bfkt flT aU«iriihra 4 
 
 Thalaadi ttelaadi kmwm. 
 
 Tha ttanahn wavaa X*«a gIMai tfW 
 
 rarihaoMi 
 
 laravlact 
 
 Batao«rilM»lMiaiftaail 
 
 TiMfa Wt aw aw ka { 
 Tb»arali>iHfcBa— Bflwai^ 
 
 If on f sttl^. 
 
 TW HBt af birdi oQ avwy UO, 
 TiMlBBdl UMkadlfcraa. 
 
 Tba blDowa I hata bam 
 Wban tfaqmO^ fai 
 AsdsiglitlMr ~ ' 
 
 DatglvanaiHttotha 
 
 MyheaM " " 
 Vrhtn wtadi aaajrhowl, bat data aoft pkrea, 
 
 Tbtlaad' tba land! flartna. 
 
 Thtfnummmmmdwn* 
 
 Thtj win a* aar piM 
 
 Ataai-alB«iaMa» 
 Tat wl' awwt aen«i«t ai 
 
 AtaarataiaraMai 
 Wa aovj B8t a Hag, 
 Forriahaaaaaabftac 
 
 Ato 
 

 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. ggg 
 
 And when the time shall come, ^ 
 
 f Wild is thy lay and loud. 
 
 
 At our ain fireside. 
 
 Far in the downy cloud ; 
 
 
 That'll lay us in the tomb. 
 
 Love gives it energy, love gave it birth ; 
 
 
 Frae our ain fireside ; 
 
 Where on the dewy wing. 
 
 
 "Wi' faith that cjinna shrink. 
 
 Where art thou journeying ? 
 
 
 We'll no tremble on the brink, 
 
 Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth. 
 
 
 When death shall loose the link. 
 
 
 
 At our ain fireside. 
 
 O'er fell and mountain sheen. 
 O'er moor and mountain green, 
 O'er the red streamer that heralds the day; 
 Over the cloudlet dim. 
 Over the rainbow's rim. 
 
 
 %ib2 m2 t|e 2m* 
 
 Musical cherub, hie, hie thee away. 
 Then when the gloaming conies. 
 
 
 [J. MiTCHHi.L, Paisley. Air, " Gran an Gig." 
 
 Low in the heather blooms. 
 
 
 —This originally appeared in a small book of i 
 
 Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be 1 
 
 
 Proverbs published by Mr. John Keilson of 
 
 Bird of the wilderness. 
 
 
 Paisley.] 
 
 Blessed is thy dwelling-place. 
 Oh ! to abide in the desert with thee. 
 
 
 Oh give me the ear that is deaf to the ills. 
 
 
 
 Which the slanderer's tongue has in store ; 
 
 
 
 And the eye that the moisture of pity distills. 
 
 
 
 When the good and the great are no more. 
 
 'E'^2 ®l35ief^* 
 
 
 ! give me the tongue that disdains to repeat 
 
 
 What envy so glibly will tell. 
 
 [W. Alkxandkk.] 
 
 
 But responds to our joys when in fiiendship we 
 
 
 
 meet 
 
 " If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, 
 
 
 1 Round ttie board, care's dark thoughts to dispell. 
 
 Go visit it by the pale moon light."— Scott. 
 
 
 j give me the heart that can bleed for the woes ' 
 
 Oh, ha'e ye seen the Tweed while the moon shone 
 
 
 1 Which another is fated to feel— 
 
 bright. 
 
 
 i And the hand that on penury freely bestows. 
 
 And the stars gemmed the sky wi' their siller ligh t ? 
 
 
 Yet the gift will as nobly conceal. 
 
 If ye ha'ena seen it, then 
 
 
 Give me these, and I vow in my journey through 
 
 Half its sweets ye canna ken 
 
 
 life. 
 
 Oh, gae back and look again 
 
 
 Care ne'er will a shadow impart; 
 
 On a shining night ! 
 
 
 If Nature bestow on my friend and my wife. 
 
 
 
 Such an ear, such a tongue, such a heart. 
 
 Oh, ha'e ye seen the Tweed when the cloister and 
 
 isle 
 In the long shadows slept of the mouldering pile ? 
 
 
 
 
 
 Oh the fondest canna deem 
 
 
 
 What that silent scene doth seem 
 
 
 ^■J)^ Harfe* 
 
 Till beneath pale Cynthia's beam 
 He hath gazed awhile! 
 
 
 [James Hooo.— Music by Clark.] 
 
 Oh, ha'e ye seen the Tweed when the moon's in 
 the cloud- 
 
 
 Bird of the wilderness. 
 
 When the dark waves are rolling baith fierce and 
 
 
 Blythesome and cumberless. 
 
 loud? 
 
 
 Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea 1 
 
 Oh, beware ilk wizard den, 
 
 
 Emblem of happiness. 
 
 For in sooth ye mayna ken. 
 
 
 Blessed is thy dwelling-place. 
 
 What spirits roam the glen 
 
 
 Ob ! to abide in the desert with thee I t 
 
 . 'Neath their dusky shroud ! 
 
 
 • 
 
970 
 
 Oh. ka% !• MM Um TwMd « 
 
 WlMB Ik* MB «ipi Ilk MD « 
 OktlinivMHlBts^ 
 
 aUJTflBH 0OVOil 
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 Hwnwiiwtilhiw 
 
 Bat k*^ y* MB «M 
 
 LH tiM T«»w4 to «f>v ■• Mr, 
 
 WiMt ««• »• Ikt ff%p 9^ Tiir 
 
 Oh, k»^> jiv MB llw T««d «Wli Ito w 
 Aad tiM Mn fMB^A tht il^ «!* « 
 
 IfytlM'MIMBll.IlM 
 
 BBlfirfe awvHi yt MMB hH, 
 Oh, gM bMk aad loaki«Bla 
 
 ^xxn foe tl)f HHsftUiM* 
 
 [AxBBBW Pabb^-Mb* tf «. ■wr.] 
 
 BoBBAt Ibr Ih* WihlMKli! th* tm tMMftii 
 
 Blfhteatei 
 llMhMW or th» ihMflWB, lh« hMB, aB« Ih* ft«k 
 
 iMghbMal, 
 IwlfciyJoBn^yiWB^thB hill Hill ■>. 
 
 At 114 
 
 Aadi 
 
 IB Mi 
 
 ThnhonBlfertht 
 Tkth»lMid«r4MpdMidM, bT 
 
 WImM Iht hBfltaMM rtfVli Ib BHfteMi «B 
 
 For IkM II hM Bdfht IhBl «» war t 
 
 Ib th« wUd dloy dUk Itet BM dMHBff Ikt riv* 
 Thsa hBHBi t« the HifhtaBdi» Mi 
 
 €bt Biiiits Bit yuii. 
 
 rWnuAvC 
 
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 OVB MlV kB« BB «% to B BMH, 
 
 nm Itm tkM «h» ■■■Q pliwi pNMkvt 
 
 O, M «M i^. i^l O, M VMilr M« rfMkilt 
 
 BBtBB^VBVB kailBf li 4i7 BBia M k* tmMk 
 
 W« towM l«ai« Mr. MHMk, 
 
 W« pBii kkn arr M BBi «r 1047 1 
 
 TB «r pBt kkB bbOM oal «r ika ka^T' 
 
 0,«B«Mi^.i^itai 
 
 I «kMi M^, Mi flMMI Bi B*, 
 «Bi4 IV BBi BM> bAW kkB * 
 
 o,«i«««Mtir,4yite. 
 
 W«BriJ^B,wkl»hoBflllgtll 
 
 Tkaft •• kMT Mm fBBf ttMB|h«>rBa 
 Wat. (tka^h B «M tfiy BB lh« wh«IM 
 A« BrfMkliw^ Ik* «M «B MbbbI Bfl 
 
 0,M«Mi|rld^,*B. 
 
 BbI to BM* I* «» hMrt o* Um nM~ 
 
 Th« dalBtr kM »toa UmU «• ptoitad 
 Wm to |M a BihMlpdoB aflt. 
 
 o,M«Mrfr.«l9ri*^ 
 
 Tka yoBiv MMB k* or Ik* klA, 
 9r kn* hal a kBBd hi MllMia« I 
 
 Birt Miv took Ik* tok 0^ «k« «afk, 
 Aad Ik* ifOBbI* Ik* tM C dliiiil^ 
 0,»*iM»a|r**irl*e. 
 
UNIVERSITY 
 
 s£^LiFOR^^lfe* 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. P^J • 
 
 
 
 A gran' watch was gotten belyve, ^ 
 
 for a soft and gentle wind ! 
 
 
 
 And May, wi' sma; prigging conscntit 
 
 I heard a fair one cry ; 
 
 
 
 To be ane o' a party o' five 
 
 But give to me the swelling breeze. 
 
 
 
 To gang to the manse and present it. 
 
 And white waves heaving high. i 
 
 
 
 0, we were sly, sly ' <Scc. 
 
 The white waves heaving high, my lads. 
 
 The good ship tight and free— i 
 
 
 
 We a* gied a word o' advice 
 
 The world of waters is our home. 
 
 
 
 To May in a deep consultation, 
 
 And merry men are we. 
 
 
 
 To ha'e something to say unco nice. 
 
 
 
 
 And to speak for the hale deputation. 
 
 There's tempest in yon honied moon. 
 
 
 
 0, we were sly, sly ! &c. 
 
 And lightning in yon cloud; 
 And hark the music, mariners ! 
 
 
 
 Taking present and speech baith in hand. 
 
 The wind is wakening loud. | 
 
 
 
 May delivered a bonnie palaver. 
 
 The wind is wakening loud, my toys, j 
 
 
 
 To let Mr. M'Gock understand 
 
 The lightning flashes free— j 
 
 
 
 How zealous she was in his favour. 
 
 The hollow oak our palace is, | 
 
 
 
 0, we were sly, sly ! &c. 
 
 Our heritage the sea. 1 
 
 
 
 She said that the gift was to prove. 
 
 
 
 
 That his female friends valued him highly. 
 
 
 
 
 But it couldna express a' their love ; 
 
 
 
 
 And she glintit her e'e at him slyly. 
 
 
 
 
 0, we were sly, sly ! &c. 
 
 JEg Umk miU. 
 
 
 
 He put the gold watch in his fab. 
 
 
 
 
 And proudly he said he would wear it ; 
 
 [W. Millar.— Music by P. M'Leoi.] 
 
 
 
 And, after some flattering gab. 
 
 
 
 
 Tauld May he was gaun to be marryit. 
 
 
 
 
 0, we were sly, sly ! 0, we were sly and sleekit ! 
 
 Oh, weel I mind the happy days. 
 
 
 
 But Mr. M'Gock was nae gowk, wi' our dainty 
 
 The days o' youthfu' love and pride. 
 
 
 
 bit plan to be cleekit. 
 
 When "mang the glens and heath'ry braes, 
 1 woo'd and won my bonnie bride; 
 
 
 
 May came hame wi' her heart to her mouth. 
 
 And weel I mind the blessed time. 
 
 
 
 And became, frae that hour, a dissenter. 
 
 When Hymen wove the nuptial spell. 
 
 
 
 And now she's renewing her youth 
 
 And waken'd joys whilk few but they 
 
 
 
 Wi' some hopes o' the burgher pi-ecentor. 
 
 Far, far an' owre in heav'n can tell. 
 
 
 
 0, but she's sly, sly ! 0, but she's sly and sleekit ! 
 
 
 
 
 And cleverly opens ae door as soon as another is 
 
 My bonnie wife— the charm C Ufe, 
 
 
 
 steekit. 
 
 She's man- than India's gowd to me; 
 Oh ! blessings on my bonnie wile, 
 I'U like her till the day I dee. 
 
 
 
 fl 5®e4 #m« 
 
 She's aye sae blythe when I come hame, 
 Sae glad o' e'e, sae sweet o' mou'. 
 The saft voice o' my couthie dame 
 
 
 
 [Am/An Cunningham.] 
 
 Is kinder than the turtle's coo. 
 
 
 
 A WKT sheet and a flowing sea, 
 
 And then she's aye sae gude and meek 
 
 
 
 A vkdnd that follows fast. 
 
 That angel's e'en her hejixt might see ; 
 
 
 
 And fills the white and rustling sail, 
 
 I think its maistly for her sake 
 
 
 
 And bends the gallant mast. 
 
 Contentment likes to dwell wi' me. 
 
 
 
 And bends the gallant mast, ray boys. 
 
 When gay young frien's come down the gate, 
 
 
 
 WhUe like the eagle free, 
 
 Or aiblins been auld birkie's ca'. 
 
 
 
 Away the good ship flies, and leaves 
 
 Our wee bit cot she mak's sae neat. 
 
 
 
 
 ■f It's no that unco-like ava : 
 
 
 
 
 
279 
 
 Ifarfcw— iffcipfcr ili liii l mm 
 
 A VowfroalktMMaWB'feloi^bm*. 
 
 ■dn^t 
 
 TWni m m IMM 1— If fcit fcMl n g fc t 
 
 ra'tiwfivalli 
 
 n* •!« ar joy Hgkft ap IMT •%> 
 
 Aad ft* tfMT* gwl* iMT portlM b^ 
 
 Aad «lNa tte m 9^ M IW <lo«a, 
 
 And «iidlMiiava» Ih* wHi atooa, 
 Mak* IMT tte iHppiMi «^ tfM UmI. 
 JiybWMil»» l> iU tk mm trm, 
 Bw^ BHir ttaa ladtam fowtf to ■% 
 Oil I biMiiafi «■ vqr borate wiftk 
 
 ^t I,tM 0* flttiiitfniif . 
 
 (TAWtiiwiii Mii^ty». A. WmMk Iiim 
 
 MIM.) 
 
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 (Bn 
 
 ifMIHl i lll .»Jl l ll lW% Ml 
 
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 Fab loM MMBg 
 
 9rmi^^tmmAw9oif§ 
 
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 J«i> n> Ming >Mk Mid b— 
 
 ItbttabibMMllittelM 
 Aat»ammi»f hm fcgr oay. 
 
 Aad I ba>i tiM aiy «■»■* 4H»t 
 Prt II iiMi« li >t ^iftdn ewr. 
 
 r|»b«tlMl««WH 
 ToiMibtftmrblliid, 
 
 O I iii.lBw^— — fcirl 
 Jkmm 
 
 laasMift 
 
 
 TI||wttdMi«aosif, 
 
 ia r aur and fiV tteft toif MaiTt 
 Th» fl<m<r o' Aiia nlMi i 
 
 ■rtk ikjr voir bowv, 
 !**• Mt ftt twiltiht boor. 
 
 W* fBvt osr ■ 
 
 MjJai 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 273 
 
 
 A 
 But why should I sigh. 
 
 ^ For a' that, and a' that ; 
 
 
 
 The summer is nigh. 
 
 They're dear to me, for a' that. 
 
 
 
 And the birds sing again from the tree ! 
 
 1 lo'e them still, and ever will. 
 
 
 
 The roses shall bloom. 
 
 Though ane did jilt, and a' that. 
 
 
 
 And the soft breezes soon 
 
 
 
 
 Bhall waft him again from the sea. 
 
 
 
 
 Thou bright star of night. 
 
 
 
 
 Oh! guide him aright: 
 
 
 
 
 From dangers my Jamie keep free. 
 
 W^z '^imm'^ 'Mim. 
 
 
 
 Now of wealth I've a store. 
 
 
 
 He shall wander no more. 
 
 
 
 
 I«'e'er again shall he sail on the sea. 
 
 [Bt John Jack, Rutherglen.] 
 How dear to me yon broomy knowe. 
 
 
 
 
 By a' the places roun'. 
 The birdies there ha'e blyther notes. 
 
 
 
 il %u$$k §K\X. 
 
 The burn a sweeter soun'; 
 The hawthorn bush blooms richer far. 
 The flowers appear mair gay. 
 
 
 
 [Captain Charles Gray, R. M.— Air, " For 
 
 And nature wears a brighter hue. 
 
 
 
 a' that, and a' that."] 
 
 On yonder broomy brae. 
 
 
 
 A Lassie fair— the deil-may-care — 
 
 There first I tauld my artless love, 
 
 
 
 A nee lichtlied me and a' that. 
 
 And met a kind return ; 
 
 
 
 And though I'm poor, you may be sure. 
 
 There first I preed my lassie's mou' 
 
 
 
 I didna like to claw that; 
 
 Beside the wimplin' burn : 
 
 
 
 For a' that, and a* that. 
 
 
 
 
 I'm hearty still for a' that, 
 
 At hour o* gloamin' grey. 
 
 
 
 1 gat the slight, I took it light. 
 
 I gang to meet my ain dear lasa. 
 
 
 
 And that's the way to thraw that. 
 
 On yonder broomy brae. 
 
 
 
 Gif they should nick you wi' this trick. 
 
 -— 
 
 
 
 Ne'er break your heart and a' thai, 1 
 
 
 
 
 Just c;lower about, you'll find ane out. 
 
 
 
 
 Will ease your pain and a' that; 
 And a' that, and a* that. 
 
 (SIiDioim^ EEi^nter. 
 
 
 
 Your sighs and sabs, and a' that. 
 
 
 
 
 6ae never dwine about ae quean. 
 
 [This fine sopg w{u written by Tannahili. 
 
 
 
 There's plenty yet for a' that! 
 
 about the year 1808, and the music arranged by 
 E. A. Smith from what was considered an old 
 
 
 
 Nane but a fool spurns nature's rule. 
 
 air, called "Lord Balgonie's Favourite." The 
 
 
 
 To love and wed, and a' that ; 
 
 editor, however, of Albyn's Anthology (Alexan- 
 
 
 
 Or gin a lass to him proves fause. 
 
 der Campbell) afterwards claimed the air as his 
 
 
 
 Tak's to his bed, and a' that ; 
 
 own.] 
 
 
 
 And a' that, and a' that. 
 
 
 
 
 Nae doctor's drugs, and a' that. 
 
 Gloomy winter's now awa', 
 
 
 
 "Will ever prove a cure for love. 
 
 Baft the westlin' breezes blaw: 
 
 
 
 Like kiss again, and a' that I 
 
 'Mang the birks o' Stanley-shaw 
 The mavis sings fu' cheerie, 0. 
 
 
 
 Gif I can find ane to my mind. 
 
 Sweet the craw-fiower's early bell 
 
 
 
 My heart and hand, and a' that, 
 
 Decks Gleniffer-8 dewy dell. 
 
 
 
 To her 1 11 gi'e, h^it^ ft^nk and free. 
 
 Blooming like thy bonnie sel'. 
 
 
 
 They're my delight for a* that; ^ 
 
 } Wy young, my artless dearie, 0. 
 
 
 
 
f74 
 
 OiittTTUM 80N0& 
 
 lAfWMlsteltiM 
 
 ■ n«bi««te,0. 
 
 rmlklj temOKM frtoff* tlM reck^ 
 ▲■4 Bn tlili« h chMrti, 0> 
 
 Jogr to OM tlMJ CMM Mi«. 
 
 rr««««<iM—«iiii g ii i ii**fw imM i f i 
 
 L*4dto," vlikh «w «at to M aM toMi U«L ar 
 
 wMd^ Mac Mi toM, at* MV mMT totaolMB. 
 tiM bwtkMi «rilH OTlttoy •««§»■ tkMt 
 
 WlM I «M iick ••< lft» to Aw 
 Ito i«*^ ■» to kli BlfklMii fWili.'' 
 Bamm V wreto ««• wto or ww^i to II 
 
 «JM*'TlMBltiaMi4LMri*.** Aa ft n lM i w 
 •IM ar tkt lattor wm aftor«af<4. paUMkad. to 
 wUali Dr. Aim, tka ■■ l >> w itoi l «y i i i | | i ii i . m« 
 M«r MMtob Dr. An**^ tna k tka «M 
 
 toaaljraad 
 
 "TltoPawat," 0771^) i 
 ««ll4ma«a waadfa^ toglaMBg. 
 
 *' Ah. iBf« a pair «aa M«ar ««.•* fta.1 
 
 Taa Lawtond kMto ihlak thif ara laa* 
 Bat O ! thiTM MiB and M^ faadr t 
 
 A in w«f« frM at win to 
 To to tlw ■■ailMl 
 IM toll' yaai^ PiaaM arWfcct twa, 
 
 Wllk 
 
 Oaiy 
 
 TW toaaatt baaa la Wtraaa toav. 
 
 la »• lite ain. ari* art, laad* iwJy. 
 Ctoaparvd to Mm, Ws bat a atoara. 
 
 Ha^ iav ftr to ^ laftaa pWdla. 
 
 OW toatj hfll wf kto< III fw, 
 AadlMvaaifl ' 
 
 A patotod laaa, aad iflhM ted. 
 
 Majr piMa* a Lawtoad laird aad ladr I 
 Bat I aaa kki aad to M glad 
 
 Biktod a kadh to ^ BlgMBad plaldla. 
 O toy >— k, *a 
 
 I M* ktoi ^ daw BltMaad laddla, 
 Aad ka tot M kb laarlaad la«, 
 «p»faaa»lal 
 
 Km juafJBy IH a^ pNtoad. 
 
 Tltoa Ikat kk toto prava traa I 
 
 lAt atoa to kka. wkMi M^ il 
 
 iktoawi|iMiiiw 
 
 )3oniiU Gtof gf fftmplitll. 
 
 (Baoarsaaa Itoai tia d ltl ew lif tUm Flaky. 
 aatkarafWaBaaa.* Amofid ftroaa tka aid 
 akfeyB.A.8Mllk.] 
 
 BM aptoi BMwd*, md Wih «pea Taj. 
 
 aaataaadajt 
 
 Aadaaalptoakaarny 
 au liii— k lllgklaB 
 Mjkaaflaaai, rtainnNr "V^«-^«-^^«^ || Aad aat aaato kk >— a k wMfc wr 
 MvkwfaaatiBdMfd. and lava lawatd. 1) " My ■aadoar Mm pa^. aad ayj 
 Tka Lavtoad to»aad kar ll%kkad toddb% ^ By liani k to haBd, aad ay tokM 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 275 
 
 
 
 ^ Rob Mat^regor'B come again I 
 
 
 
 
 M^l JEaicgfegor* 
 
 Rob Macgregor's come again . 
 We'll get back the days that's gane, 
 Rob Macgregor's come again ! 
 
 
 
 
 IWrittkn by D. Thomson of Galaahiels.— Air, 
 
 
 
 
 
 '^DoiuildCaird."] 
 
 Robin Roy's caught at last. 
 Bring the wuddie, baud him fast ; 
 
 
 
 
 Rob Macgrkoor's come again. 
 
 Robin loups and takes the i.ver. 
 
 
 
 
 Ilka ane tliought dead and gane ; 
 
 Lost for ance, and lost for ever; 
 
 
 
 
 By a wizard's cantrip slight. 
 
 Jouking up and jouking down. 
 
 
 
 
 Rob again has seen the light. 
 
 Like an otter swam the loon ! 
 
 
 
 
 He appears in a' his glory. 
 
 Rob has baffled a' the guard. 
 
 
 
 
 Laughing baith at Whig and Torj- ; 
 
 No sneaked aff like Donald Caird. 
 
 
 
 
 Rob's a chief o' some regard. 
 
 Rob Macgregor's aff again ! 
 
 
 
 
 Ko a scamp like Donald Caird. 
 
 Rob Macgregor's aff again ! 
 
 
 
 
 Rob Macgregor's come again ! 
 
 Highland blood, and Highland bane ! 
 
 
 
 
 Rob Macgregor's come again ! 
 
 Rob Macgregor's ne'er been ta'eni 
 
 
 
 
 Think ye does the shirra ken. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Rob Macgregor's back again. 
 
 1 
 
 
 
 
 Bars o' iron and bolts o' steel 
 
 
 
 
 
 Yield to Rob, for Rob's a deil ; 
 Glasgow jail it canna hand him. 
 
 ^au!^^ '^ait^» 
 
 
 
 
 Ko a beagle dares to daud him. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Rob has keys to ilka prison. 
 
 [Air, " Donald Caird."] 
 
 
 
 
 Turnkey cousins by the dozen; 
 
 
 
 
 
 Borough bailies and their guard 
 
 
 
 
 
 Shrink afore the Highland laird. 
 
 Baui-dy Baird's come again. 
 
 
 
 
 Rob Macgregor's come again ! 
 
 Bauldy Baird's come again, 
 
 
 
 
 Rob Macgregor's come again • 
 
 Tell the news through brugh and glen. 
 
 
 
 
 Lawland bodies pay your kain. 
 
 Bauldy Baird's come back again ! 
 
 
 
 
 Rob Macgregor's come again. 
 
 Bauldy Baird can buy and seU 
 
 
 
 
 Robin's wife's a wife o' mettle. 
 
 Barrels o' herring, and lades o' meal ; 
 
 
 
 
 Weel she guards auld Scotland's kettle ; 
 
 Cheat till the guidman be poor. 
 
 
 
 
 Nought to Helen is a prize 
 
 And pouch till the guidwife look sour; 
 
 
 
 
 Like an imp of the excise ! 
 
 Laugh and clatter, curse and ban. 
 
 
 
 
 A' the Highland hills in chorus. 
 
 Tell a lee wi' ony man. 
 
 
 
 
 Sing the dirge of ganger Morris, 
 
 Tell the news to a' you ken, 
 
 
 
 
 A' the pack might weel be spared. 
 
 That Bauldy Baird's come again. 
 
 
 
 
 Reavers waur than Donald Caird. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Rob Macgregor's come again ! 
 
 Bauldy Baird can drink, I trow. 
 
 
 
 
 Rob Macgregor's come again ! 
 
 Till a' the bodies roun' be fou ; 
 
 
 
 
 Lomonds wild are a' his ain. 
 
 Ilka ane that shares his bicker. 
 
 
 
 
 We're fain to see him back again. 
 
 Kens how Bauldy pays his liquor. 
 When your fou, he's on the catch : 
 
 
 
 
 Rob Macgregor dealt in cattle. 
 
 He'll buy your blankets, corn, or watch. 
 
 
 
 
 But to pay them was a battle ; 
 
 Ye sharpers a', though London-rear'd, 
 
 
 
 
 Robin took a shorter plan. 
 
 Are a' but cuife to Bauldy Baird. 
 
 
 
 
 Clear'd the marches like a man. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Now he's king o' hill and dale. 
 
 Bauldy Baird can brag o' gambling, 
 
 
 
 
 A' the Lennox pays black mail. 
 
 Kens the airts o' dark dissemblin,:^. 
 
 
 
 
 Soger lads be on your guard. 
 
 Bauldy Baird can mak' a ten. 
 
 
 
 
 ye are nu catching Donald Caird. { 
 
 ', To cut the Jack, an' Catch -tl^-ten. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
276 
 
 iCOTTm SOSOib 
 
 raraa 
 
 in ft* MM ID BMUir BiM. 
 
 Oi ilo» ttol Jit ftw^ ilMt Ifcl jrti. 
 
 Sloala o^ «irD, aad ifcMVM 9^ pi 
 
 Ob atal4y Hypl Ik* b» «M vflB, 
 T» 4MV Mb oa a otft te>Ul t 
 
 Itaii kt rilpt tht loop aad WltlM bwgl* I 
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 SCOTTISH SONGS. 277 
 
 
 
 For he was kent balth far and wide. 
 For he could den and he could hide. 
 
 \ mmik mn^dttuil 
 
 
 
 And cadge wha like the kintra thro'. 
 
 
 
 
 JS'ane could cadge like him, I trow. 
 
 1 rKitPATRicK.— Air, " Lassie wi' the lint-white 
 
 
 
 The weaiie body, &c. 
 
 locks."] 
 
 
 
 Lang did they curse his soupple legs. 
 
 Queer Willie Waggletail, 
 
 
 
 When he ran aff wi' hens and eggs. 
 
 The auld farrant donnart body. 
 
 
 
 The wives would cry, the dell be int. 
 
 He fed me aye on lang kail. 
 
 
 
 If L hinna lost my tait C lint; 
 
 Soups 0' broo, and draps o' crowdie ; 
 
 
 
 And then they'd rue his freenly gills. 
 
 Cream scones three times a-year; 
 
 
 
 That gart them aft to sign his bills. 
 
 Whey to cool the bluid in simmer; 
 
 
 
 And mony a wearie wicht, I trow. 
 
 British wine the saul to cheer. 
 
 
 
 Paid dear enough for gettin' fou. 
 
 Wi' swats that reamed aboon the timmer. 
 
 
 
 The wearie body, &c. 
 
 
 
 
 At last he thocht to save his neck. 
 
 Though Willie Waggletail's awa'. 
 
 His gear '11 mak' me blythe and bonnie : 
 
 
 
 He hied him aff to cauld Quebec, 
 
 Come ower the burn, sweet Johnnie Faa ; 
 
 
 
 And there set up the grocer trade. 
 
 For wha has cheeks sae red as Johnnie ? 
 
 
 
 And many a pauky trick he play'd; 
 
 Come to my arms, my Johnnie Faa, 
 
 
 
 But Yankie he was nae sic fool. 
 
 I'll daut ye late and bkss ye early; 
 
 
 
 He dipp'd the cadger in the pool. 
 
 Our lairds ha'e doft their bonnets braw, 
 
 
 
 And for fear he would their country stain. 
 
 To fight for Scotland and Prince Charlie. 
 
 
 
 They kickit the body back again. 
 
 
 
 
 The wearie body, &c. 
 
 As Johnnie Faa gaed ower the bum. 
 
 
 
 i had you seen sic consternation, 
 
 He sung unto himsel' fu' cheerie,— 
 
 
 
 Ilk fhce was mark'd wi' pale vexation ; 
 
 Uech ! things ha'e ta'en an awfu' turn. 
 
 
 
 And young and auld aUke complain. 
 
 Sin' Luckie Waggletail's my dearie; 
 
 
 
 Is the wearie body back again ? 
 
 My heart loups licht, and vow I'm fain. 
 
 
 
 The shuttle chocked in the shed. 
 
 To think upon the jig that's coming , 
 
 
 
 The list'nin' tailor brak' his thread ; 
 
 But, as sure as death, I maist think shame 
 
 
 
 The Wright, wi' spite, threw by his plane. 
 
 To marry Willie Wagtail's woman. 
 
 
 
 Is the body really back again ? 
 
 
 
 
 The wearie body, &c. 
 
 
 
 
 The sturdy mason drapp'd his mell, 
 
 'E'f}2 WiunUx, 
 
 
 
 The blacksmith's big fore-hammer fell ; 
 
 
 
 
 The cannie nurse let fa* the wean — 
 
 Losh ! woman, d'ye think he's back again ' 
 
 [Air, " The green purse."] 
 
 
 
 The chattin' barber cut the face. 
 
 
 
 
 The auld guidman forgat the grace. 
 
 I ha'k a green purse and a wee pickle gowd. 
 
 
 
 Na ! the lasses wadna lie their lane. 
 
 A bonnie piece Ian' an' a plantin' on't. 
 
 
 
 Sin' e'er they heard o' him back again. 
 
 It fattens my flocks, an' my barns it has stow'd. 
 
 
 
 The wearie body, &c. 
 
 But the best thing o' a's yet a- wan tin' on't. 
 
 
 
 Weel may Scotland greet wi' spite. 
 
 There's a but and a ben, a stable, a byre. 
 
 
 
 And gi'e the Yankies a' the wite. 
 
 A guid kale yard and a weel snecket yett. 
 
 
 
 That wadna let the wicht remain. 
 
 Wi' plenty o' peats to throw o' the fire. 
 
 
 
 But pest us wi' him back again ; 
 
 But the best thing o' a's a wantin' yet. 
 
 
 
 For weel I wat they kent fu' weel. 
 
 
 
 
 A rogue like him was just a deil ; 
 
 I thought o" a wife for ten years and mair. 
 
 
 
 They raicht had mair respect for men. 
 
 But nane will answer that stops herrabont. 
 
 
 
 Than sent the body back again. 
 
 And I ha'e nae time to gang here and there; 
 
 
 
 The wearie body, &c. i 
 
 i A wauter I am, and I'll bide sae, I doubt. 
 
 
 
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 SCOTTISH S0NG3. 279 
 
 
 Her xnither wears a plettit mutch ; w YeTe weel, and wats nae, as we say. 
 
 
 
 Her father is an honest dyker. 
 
 In getting leave to dwell beside her; 
 
 
 
 An' she hersel's a daintie quean. 
 
 And gin ye had her mair your ain, 
 
 
 
 Ye winna shaw me monie like her. 
 
 Ye'd maybe find it waur to guide her. 
 
 
 
 Wooing at her, &c. 
 
 Wooing at her, &c. 
 
 
 
 A pleasant lass she's kent to be. 
 
 Ah ! Lawrie, ye've debauch 'd the lass. 
 
 
 
 ^Vi' fouth o' sense an' smeddum in .ler; 
 
 Wi' vile new-fangled tricks ye've play'd ner; 
 
 
 
 There's no a swankie far or near. 
 
 Depraved her morals ;— like an ass. 
 
 
 
 But tries wi' a' his might to win her. 
 
 Ye've counted her, and syne betray'd her. 
 
 
 
 Wooing at her, &c. 
 
 Wi* hanging of her, burning of her 
 Cutting, hacking, slashing at her; 
 
 
 
 But sweet and pleasant as she is. 
 
 Bonnie Lizy Liberty, 
 
 
 
 She winna thole the marriage tether. 
 
 May ban the day ye ettled at her. 
 
 
 
 But likes to rove and rant about. 
 
 
 
 
 Like highland couts amang the heather. 
 
 
 
 
 Wooing at her, &c. 
 
 
 
 
 
 It's seven years, and somewhat mair, 
 
 
 
 
 Sin' Matthew Dutch made coartship till 
 her, 
 
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 A merchant bluff, ayont the burn. 
 
 
 
 
 Wi' heaps o' breeks an* bags o' siller. 
 
 r.A BALLAD of the Forty-five, written, com- 
 
 
 
 Wooing at her, &c. 
 
 posed, and dedicated to the Clan, by Miss Ross.j 
 
 
 
 The next to him was Baltic John, I 
 
 
 
 
 Stept up the brae and ke'tket at her. 
 
 Banners are waving o'er Morven's dark heath. 
 
 
 
 Syne turn'd as great a fool's he came. 
 
 Claymores are flashing from many a sheath ; 
 
 
 
 And in a day or twa furgat her. 
 
 Hark ! 'tis the Kathering. On, onward ! they cry; 
 
 
 
 Wooing at her, &c. 
 
 Far flies the signal to conquer or die. 
 Then follow thee, follow a boat to the sea. 
 
 
 
 Now Lawrie French has ta'en the whim. 
 
 Thy Prince in Glen Moidart is waiting for thee. 
 
 
 
 To toss his airs, and frisk about her , 
 
 Where war-pipes are sounding and banners are 
 
 
 
 And Malcolm Fleming puffs and swears 
 
 free. 
 
 
 
 He disna value life without her. 
 
 Maclaiue and his clansmen the foremost you'll 
 
 
 
 Wooing at her, &c. 
 
 see. 
 
 
 
 They've casten out wi' a' their kin. 
 
 Wildly the war-cry has startled yon stag. 
 
 
 
 Thinking that wad gar them get her ; 
 
 And waken'd the echoes of Gillian's lone crag ; 
 
 
 
 Yet after a' t.ie fush they've ta'en. 
 
 Up hill and down glen each brave mountaineer 
 
 
 
 They maybe winna be the better. 
 
 Has belted his plaid and has mounted his spear. 
 
 
 
 Wooing at her, &c. 
 
 Then foUow thee, &c. 
 
 
 
 But Donald Scot's the happy Lad, 
 
 The signal is heard from mountain to shore. 
 
 
 
 Wha seems to be the coshest wi' her; 
 
 1 They rush like the flood o'er dark Con-y-vohr , 
 
 
 
 lie never fails to get a kiss. 
 
 The war-note is sounding, loud, wildly, and high. 
 
 
 
 As aften as he likes to see her. 
 
 Louder they shout. On, to conquer or diel 
 
 
 
 Wooing at her, &c. 
 
 Then follow thee, &c. 
 
 
 
 But Donald, tak' a friend's advice. 
 
 The heath-bell at mom so proudly ye trod, 
 
 
 
 Although 1 ken ye fain wad ha'e her. 
 
 Son of the mountain 1 now covers thy sod ; 
 
 
 
 F'eii just be doing as ye are. 
 
 Wrapt in your plaid, "mid the bravest ye iie, 
 
 
 
 And haud wi' what ye're getting frae her. 
 
 ; Tlie words as ye fell still conquer or die. 
 
 
 
 VV ooing at her, &c. f 
 
 K Then tbllow thee, &c. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 Amang our native woods and braes how pleasant the time. 
 To pu' for her I loo'd sae dear the primrose in its prime : 
 Then fairer bloom'd ilk bonnie flower, mair sweet the birds did sing. 
 When wi' the lass I dearly lo'ed, in days o' langsyne. 
 Then fairer bloom'd, &c. 
 
 Nae mair amang our bonnie glens we'll garlands entwine. 
 Nor pu' the wild-flower by the burn, to busk my lassie fine ; 
 Nae mair upon yon sunny knowe we'll mark the sun decline. 
 Nor tell the tender tales that pleased in days o' langsyne. 
 Nae mair upon, &c. 
 
 But still through life we'll happy be, at fate ne'er repine: 
 Though warldly cares, at times, should thiaw, we'll ne'er our pleasure j ne j 
 While seated here, in frien'ly glow, wi' hearts an' ban's we join. 
 And bring again, wi' cantie glee, the days o' langsyne. 
 While seated here, &c. 
 
 [William Motherwell. — Music by R. A. Smith.] 
 
 Oh wae be to the orders that marched my.Iuve awa'. 
 And wae be to the cruel cause that gars my tears doun fa' ! 
 Oh wae be to the bluidy wars in Hie Germanic, 
 For they ha'e ta'en my luve, and left a broken heart to me 
 
 The drums beat in the mornin' afore the scnech o' day. 
 
 And the wee wee fifes piped loud and shrill, while yet the morn was gre" } 
 
 The bonnie flags were a' unfurl'd, a gallant sight to see. 
 
 But waes me for my sodger lad tliat mai ched to Germanic. 
 
 Oh, lang, lang is the travel to the bonnie Pier o' Leith, 
 Oh dreich it is to gang on foot wi' the snaw drift in the teeth' 
 And oh, the cauld wind froze the tear that gather'd in my e'e. 
 When I gade there to see my luve embark for Germanic ! 
 
 I looked ower the braid blue sea, sae lang as could be seen 
 
 Ae wee bit sail upon the ship, that my sodger lad was in ; 
 
 But the wind was blawin' sair and snell, and the ship sailed speedilie. 
 
 And the waves and cruel wars ha'e twinn'd my winsome luve frae me, 
 
 I never think o' dancin', and I downa try to sing. 
 
 But a' the day I spier what news kind neibour bodies bring; 
 
 1 sometimes knit a stocking, if knittin' it may be. 
 
 Syne for every loop that I cast on, I'm sure to let doun three. 
 
 My father says I'm in a pet, my mither jeers at me. 
 
 And bans me for a dautit wean, in dorts for aye to be; 
 
 But little weet they o' the cause tliat drumles sae my e'e: 
 
 Oh they ha'e nae winsome luve like mine in the wars o' Gennaniol 
 
 28J 
 
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 SCOTTISH SONGS. 283 
 
 
 
 Yet none shall hear the sigh ^ Eeinembrance broods still on the horr, 
 
 
 
 That struggles to be free. 
 
 WTien first witliin yon lonely bovver. 
 
 
 
 No tear shall ti-ace this sallow cheek. 
 
 I felt the love-enslaving power 
 
 
 
 Nor murmur burst from me. 
 
 Of thy sweet chai-ms, my dearie, 0. 
 
 
 
 Though silent be my woe. 
 
 
 
 
 'Tis not the less severe — 
 
 
 
 
 Forlorn I brood on former joys 
 To love and mem'ry dear. 
 
 Im ^lammei!:* 
 
 
 
 She minds na o* the vows 
 
 [Written by Burns for Johnson's Museum, 
 
 
 
 That seal'd our youthful love, 
 
 The air is an old one, and is called *' The Country 
 
 
 
 But heaven has records that will last. 
 
 Lass."] 
 
 
 
 My faith and truth to prove. 
 
 In summer, when the hay was mawn. 
 And corn wav'd green in ilka field. 
 
 
 
 
 While clover blooms white o'er the lea. 
 And roses blaw in illia bield ; 
 
 
 
 ?^©to arlratlg. 
 
 Blythe Bessie in the milking shiel'. 
 
 Says, I'll be wed, come o't what will. 
 Out spak' a dame in wrinkl'd eil'. 
 
 
 
 [James Yoor,.— Air, "My Nannie, 0."] 
 
 O' gude advisement comes nae ill. 
 
 
 
 How ardently my bosom glows 
 
 'Tis ye ha'e wooers mony a ane. 
 
 
 
 Wi' love to thee, my dearie, 0, 
 
 And, lassie, ye're but young ye ken. 
 
 
 
 My panting heart its passion shows. 
 
 Then wait a wee, and canny wale 
 
 
 
 Whenever thou art near me, 0. 
 
 A routhie but, a routhie ben : 
 
 
 
 The sweetness o' thy artless smile. 
 
 There's Johnnie o' the Busky Glen, 
 
 
 
 Thy sparkling e'e's resistless wile. 
 
 Fu' is his barn, fu' is his byre; 
 
 
 
 Gars sober reason back recoil. 
 
 Talc' this frae me, my bonnie hen. 
 
 
 
 Wi' love turn'd tapsalteerie, 0. 
 
 'Tis plenty beets the lover's fire. 
 
 
 
 Thy lips, sure seats o' sweet delight. 
 
 For Johnnie o' the Buskie Glen 
 
 
 
 Wha e'er may hafiins see them, 0, 
 
 I dinna care a single flee; 
 
 
 
 ilaun be a cauldrife, lifeless wight. 
 
 He lo'es see weel his craps an' kye. 
 
 
 
 Shou'd he no try to pree them, ; 
 
 He has nae love to spare for me . 
 
 
 
 To me thou ever shalt be dear. 
 
 But blythe's the blink o' Robie's e'e. 
 
 
 
 Thy image in my heart 1 11 wear, 
 
 And weel I wat he lo'es me dear; 
 
 
 
 Contentment's sun my day shall cheer. 
 
 Ae blink o' him I wadna gi'e 
 
 
 
 As lang's thou'lt be my dearie, 0. 
 
 For Buskie Glen and a' his gear. 
 
 
 
 Nae will-o'-wisp's delusive blaze. 
 
 thoughtless lassie, life's a faught, 
 
 
 
 Through fortune's fen sae drearie, 0. 
 
 The canniest gate the strife is sair; 
 
 
 
 Nor wealth, nor fame's attractive rays. 
 
 But aye fu' han't is fechting best. 
 
 
 
 irihall lure me frae my dearie, ; 
 
 A hungry care's an unco care : 
 
 
 
 But through the rural shady grove, 
 
 But some will spend and some will spare. 
 
 
 
 Owre flow'ry lea wi' thee I'll rove; 
 
 And wllfu- folk maun ha'e then- will ; 
 
 
 
 My cot shall be the seat o' love 
 
 Syne as ye brew, my maiden fair. 
 
 
 
 While life remains, my dearie, 0. 
 
 Keep mind that ye maun drink the yill. 
 
 
 
 The pleasing scenes of nature gay. 
 
 O gear will buy me rigs C land. 
 
 
 
 May charm the heart that's sairy, ; 
 
 And gear will buy me sheep and kye. 
 
 
 
 Yet even such scenes to me add wae. 
 
 But the tender heart o' leesoii.e love. 
 
 
 
 When absent frae my dearie, 0. f 
 
 '-, The gowd and siller cjinna buy. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
284 
 
 ■OOmSH SOVQiL 
 
 Wa Mif %• pMT, laM* aai 1 1 
 
 O0««Mit Mid lov* bfftafi PMM aad joy { 
 Wkai aalr !»>• qonm ayoa a thiwM? 
 
 9f)e VtrUt-iinotjt. 
 
 (Tm k u aMdfad i 
 
 i«r AloatM^ 
 MMnm,'tai IIm brand lk\Atm dhriMl, ky aa 
 
 «r Um KM* lala psbllt Npirtk] 
 
 Bit tiM bank, Wir «H boralib 
 
 n«y tlM >■■■!■ ta ili l Un til 
 Tlflit and bMBte ««m Umj a', 
 
 ftooM dbd la Mm, MM aM la POT*. 
 Wl' gh a iia ' l ii M i i tm I t ill iiiiB. 
 ABd flMwn ayaa tkilr aiBlilHalk 
 
 r Mlk «MII' Ite WiVM a* «f • fiMHh 
 And wl*ad tk* iMli liavpy diVil 
 And mikl* llMakt llMy V IMT abiiW 
 ▲odM 
 
 [Joit» ■ok-^Alr, •• Booala iM^a, 0."] 
 
 O. WB aft ba** nwi at •■•B, beonl* Panft O, 
 OB tte baaki oTOwi M* ft«a. bOMli P««i7.0, 
 
 A Wkaa tiM klilr artMoa VHl. koaali ^my. 0), 
 la kw AtfkOT f«to WM dMW taaida J^BT* O, 
 rf9<r«>nMB^ 
 
 •TiaUMkai, 
 
 BftOw 
 
 IMB HHMBBdariBliOTkOTa, bMBtoKnjr.Ob 
 » liw gabaf 11 n lB g bonw. I laali Kgy, O, 
 
 W« haw* hwd la MkM dk, 
 
 Widii tfc* «aM that HpfTd If . 
 
 ~ BT.O. 
 
 Wktbl thoa lladilai awaM llv Iot^ taaala 
 
 WWte Uty f«Wi^ ftnMat bMM* 
 T» av bMliiW kHtt I prasM, 
 ««>v VM aHfftal hair w UhI. bsaafa P(fg7. O* 
 
 Ko«r. atari tfMW MHM BM a^, baaaia riw7. (^ 
 Vow.alMl waaMt ao amv baaala raggy, O, 
 
 Ohlaa^afBla,l«paM. 
 
 Wm wa Biart at ammar a***, 
 OatkabaakaarQtft Ma »iaaa« baaala Paggx.O. 
 
 THbadal Ibna baaa tww ta aw, baaala P>ngy, O, 
 Aa I Mill ba^» baaa la tbaa, bOBBla PatO, O, 
 
 ▲adfaa 
 
 or.o. 
 
 Vit Smi)ftnP8 j^«tf»et. 
 
 Lanw.] 
 
 Aa ! laiBla. I Iklali «r a arfr btohaa baart. 
 
 Ob tba Ittbl bapfv tbaa tbanaaa'i 
 W b iBiB l a t yataayaarfc a d iBl l b a f ^ bB aa, 
 
 Aa* fMrtlM aa* lliv*^~^* aMBUna,*^— 
 Oa tha biKiM bang dap vbaa ya ptay^ aa tha 
 
 Vbr tea baiyalftfbaaddla, baaala Panr.O. ^ 
 
 Aa* wbaa I BByabad aiy taam I 
 BowyabAa'yaarplay'ihlBCiaB'letfttr^aa'raB 
 Aa* BWt BM ata'aa aaoaat baaM. 
 
 O, tbaa X aaM bapnr. aa* tad a«M tbt bopra 
 
 AAaliaa BM taUagly diaw I 
 Tba tan ar iba flitaia tbaft ami aw at ttaa^ 
 
 A* ted wbw X thachi apea yaat 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 286 
 
 I thocht gin 1 liv'd to be helpless an' auld, 
 Gin second childhood I should se«^— 
 
 Should providence spare, 1 had ane growih' up. 
 Wad then be a parent to me. 
 
 r taught you betimes, as a father should do. 
 
 The path o' true virtue to prize ; 
 A n' as far as I could, wi' the precepts I gave, 
 
 I gave you example likewise ; 
 An' duly at morning an' even ng I pray'd. 
 
 That gudeness wad aye be your guide- 
 But ye've chosen to walk i' your ain wilfu' ways, 
 
 And the blessing has yet been denied. 
 
 Ye've left me to see that I've rested my hopes. 
 
 On the perishing faith of a dream ; 
 The dawn o" your promise— the day-spring o' 
 life, 
 
 Ye've clouded wi' sin an' wi' shame. 
 Oh ! lassie, I think wi' a sair broken heart. 
 
 On the licht happy time that's awa' ; 
 When smiling ye sat on your fond mither's knee. 
 
 An' prattl'd an' lisped—" mamma !" 
 
 JE^ Jeatt"^ m^ Bin. 
 
 [This very sensible ditty of a young maiden was 
 first printed in Herd's collection of 1776. It is 
 adapted to a tune called " We'll kick the world 
 before us."] 
 
 'Trs no very lang sinsyne, 
 
 That I had a lad o' my ain ; 
 But now he's awa' to anither. 
 
 And left me a' my lane. 
 The lass he is courting has siller. 
 
 And I ha'e nane at a'. 
 And 'tis nought but the love o' the tocher 
 
 That's tane my lad awa'. 
 
 But I'm blythe that my heart's my ain. 
 
 And I'll keep it a' my life. 
 Until that I meet wi' a lad, 
 
 Wha has sense to wale a good wife. 
 For though I say't mysel'. 
 
 That should nae say't, 'tis true. 
 The lad that gets me for a wife 
 
 He'll ne'er ha'e occasion to rue. i 
 
 I gang aye fu' clean and fu' tosh, 
 
 As a' the neighbours can tell. 
 Though I've seldom a gown on my back. 
 
 But sic as I spin mysel' ; 
 And when I'mi clad in my curtsey, 
 
 I think mysel' as braw 
 As Susie, wi' her pearling. 
 
 That's tane my lad awa'. 
 
 But I wish they were buckl'd thegither. 
 
 And may they live happy for life ; 
 Though Willie now slights me, an's left me. 
 
 The chiel he deserves a gudewife. 
 But, O ! I am blythe that I miss'd him. 
 
 As blythe as I weel can be ; 
 For ane that's sae keen o' the siller. 
 
 Would never agree wi' me. 
 
 But the truth is, I am aye hearty, 
 
 I hate to be scrimpit or scant ; 
 The wee thing I ha'e I'll mak' use o't. 
 
 And there's nane about me shall want: 
 For I'm a gude guide o' the warld, 
 
 I ken when to haud and to gi'e ; 
 But whinging and cringing for siller 
 
 Would never agree wi' me. 
 
 Contentment is better than riches. 
 
 And he wha has that has enough ; 
 The master is seldom sae happy 
 
 As Robin that drives the plough. 
 But if a young lad wad cast up. 
 
 To mak' me his partner for life. 
 If the chiel has the sense to be happy. 
 
 He'll fa' on his feet for a wife. 
 
 ^a^ Bioit tie Mmh> 
 
 [W. M'Laren.— First printed in "The Harp 
 of Renfrewshire."] 
 
 Though the winter of age wreathes her snow on 
 
 his head. 
 And the blooming effulgence of summer is fled. 
 Though the voice that was sweet, as the harp' 
 
 softest string. 
 Be trem'lous, and low as the zephjTS of spring. 
 Yet say not the Bard has turned old. 
 
386 
 
 t^i^yEtStiriU--'' rr.-i.--i — -•P.»-i-«€.i 
 
 ▲•tta -bBm or tiM »of« ankvilMsartiw ■ 
 
 In ti- l-n «r kli cMifM A Mt-i iliM. 
 I teM HriM at Ik* fkHM «r kto mVlwMi ira> 
 tte Mm «r Ik* fMrt lHSk>i bMk to 
 
 kt rilBfi ar tte valoRN- 4Mdi Itet — • 
 ekMicryiakirfhitk«aM H l k » t — 10— , 
 
 I 
 
 IMvttkMlgkttoMiii 
 
 
 I la «k» MV. «r k- kMii «- lk» Ijmw 
 lH«kiti7«ta4i 
 
 TtoffMe Mi wad ty tkt tkMdw of kMVM. 
 And -Blli •« tk* MBm« IT 
 iMH-at Md d-r o^ tk 
 
 k> <j» tkrt i]i| tk« -— ih or kii 
 
 lS3lMwf«lmtwWi«B 
 
 Aad iilMt kh k0p M tkt ffcMoiar tk* tnN«,<- 
 
 A«u ■*. *• l-id «f ■— kit k-^ 
 
 T» ««» ■- -M M «ai7 MM, 
 ■M ipM «r •• k- fw te kad 
 B* aw* •• -H a diV «-!• lUfc 
 A iBl «• HrtfM. M k* cr giM, 
 
 Myk*MtdMa*««rkM, 
 Aad aaM «- grt -*>f » ■- 
 Aal*Ml*«rik*#M. 
 
 Myla*lnnl»»da>,i 
 
 fWfva-«rk««m« 
 
 Wr a* kk <MMNi« rfMi». aad Iq-. 
 A la« «• Uytk*. *•. 
 
 Wkan a* kli -Mldlr ■-» to M ? 
 I tkal Ml n -ii l ii •»•'• 
 
 Aad ■•, to Mof kk pik aad k«k, 
 Wl- Jand* to d- kkk ii fl i^i. 
 A kl ■- H|tk», ka. 
 
 Aj-k«fd« 
 Akda* 
 
 fTf^etf *# ttOttf to $Mt(f . 
 
 (lAni Tooi^^Ak, * BMkk -m y-i i 
 
 ■kr.-J 
 
 TnaiftMMtoaM 
 
 TkMV^aOMBVl 
 
 Or«--toiiVlkkkM|r 
 
 Or Hfkft tk* glo*» or dark da 
 OA to Ik* -tadi ay trkf 1 kB, 
 
 Tto dta—y •ik0% iMky aritf 
 Xka» kM«« M taak at— *• t-^ 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH S0NG3. 287 
 
 
 
 The little wild bird's merry lay, ■^ Till then, let every chance unite, 
 
 
 
 That wont my lightsome heart to cheer. 
 
 To weigh our love, and fix delight. 
 
 
 
 In murmuring tchoes dies away, 
 
 And I'll look down on such wi' spite. 
 
 
 
 And melts like sorrow on my ear. 
 
 Who doubt that Robin lo'es me. 
 
 
 
 The voice of joy no more can cheer. 
 
 hey, Robin, quo' she. 
 
 
 
 The look of love no more can warm, 
 
 hey, Robin, quo' she. 
 
 
 
 Since mute for aye's that voice so dear, 
 
 hey, Robin, quo' she. 
 
 
 
 And clos'd that eye alone could charm. 
 
 Kind Robin lo'es me. 
 
 
 
 'E>inU M^Mn h'H mt. 
 
 Amid Loch Cat'rine's scenery wild. 
 Is seen my Lassie's dwelling. 
 
 
 
 [The old original words to the beautiful Scottish 
 
 Where cavem'd rocks on mountains pil'd 
 
 
 
 meludy or " Kind Robin lo'es me" are scarce fit 
 
 Howl to the sea-breeze swelling : — 
 
 
 
 for insertion here. The following version of the 
 
 She's purer than the snaw that fa's 
 
 
 
 song appears in Herd's collection, 1776.] 
 
 On mountain's summit airy ; 
 The sweetest mountain flow'r that blaws 
 
 
 
 Robin is my only jo. 
 
 Is not so fair as Mary. 
 
 
 
 Robin has the art to lo'e. 
 
 
 
 
 So to his suit I mean to bow. 
 
 'Tis sweet when woodland echo rings. 
 
 
 
 Because I ken he lo'es me. 
 
 Where purling streams meander. 
 
 
 
 Happy, happy was the shower. 
 
 But sweeter when my Mary sings. 
 
 
 
 That led me to his birken bower. 
 
 As through the glens v-e wander. 
 
 
 
 Whare first of love I felt the power. 
 
 
 
 
 And kend that Robin lo'ed me. 
 
 The fabled elf or fairy. 
 Or skiff, that skuns the crystal tide. 
 
 
 
 They speak of napkins, speak of rings. 
 
 Moves not more light than Mary. 
 
 
 
 Speak of gloves and kissing strings. 
 
 
 
 
 And name a thousand bonnie things. 
 
 From Lowland plains I've wandered far. 
 
 
 
 And ca' them signs he io'es me. 
 
 In endless search of pleasure ; 
 
 
 
 But I prefer a smack of Rob, 
 
 Till guided by some friendly star, 
 
 
 
 Sporting on the velvet fog, 
 
 1 found this lovely treasure. 
 
 
 
 To gifts as lang's a plaiden wob. 
 
 Although my native home has charms, 
 
 
 
 Because I ken he loe's me. 
 
 Amang these hills I'll tarry ; 
 And while life's blood my bosom warms. 
 
 
 
 He's tall and sonsy, frank and free. 
 
 I'U love my dearest Maiy. 
 
 
 
 Lo'ed by a', and dear to me. 
 
 
 
 
 Wi' him I'd live, wi' him I'd die. 
 
 
 
 
 Because my Robin lo'es me. 
 
 Emllaibg^ 
 
 
 
 My titty, Mary, said to me. 
 
 
 
 Our courtship but a joke wad be. 
 
 [John Sim.— Air, " Bonnie Wood o' Cragic 
 
 
 
 And I, or lang, be made to see. 
 
 Lee."] 
 
 
 
 That Robin did na lo'e me. 
 
 Rest, lovely babe, on mother's knee. 
 Rest, lovely babe, on mother's knee. 
 
 
 
 But little kens she what lias been. 
 
 And cry na sae to fill wi' wae 
 
 
 
 Me and my honest Rob between. 
 
 The heart that only beats for thee. 
 
 
 
 And in his wooing, sae keen. 
 
 
 
 
 Kind Robin is that lo'es me. 
 
 Thou hast, my babe, nae father now, 
 
 
 
 Then fly, ye lazy hours, away. 
 
 To care for thee when I am gone ; 
 
 
 
 And hasten on the happy day, [say. 
 
 And I ha'e ne'er a friend sae true 
 
 
 
 When " join your hands," Mess John sliall 
 
 As would my bonnie baby own. 
 
 
 
 A nd mak' him mine that lo'es m«. ^ 
 
 ■f Rest, lovely babe, &c. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
288 
 
 0!MMi.M4I«MlilMlittMI A IiVdr.j»lMMa«Htar«if, 
 
 If*] 
 
 Tky AUhar aft p«t «B to ■!•; 
 
 
 TO IfcM la iMn kadrt •rwavi •■•<*■• 
 rte* I BlfM iMfB tkr MiM Mi^ 
 Hot !««• Hm IB Ite ««M ataHb 
 
 
 My — » kll — tt iM Kw yoM'. 
 Or «f^ a MM te M^ MB I 
 
 • l«mMto«wa4,1 
 
 Or M«li, «r IMB, «r gl^ a liip^ 
 T» lit av irikv hHT, SMI t 
 
 I'M— it|— , — »■ tar, a 
 
 Ilka Jeak MMy fM A J«Mi, 
 
 iriM kM HBM to tl7, BAa 
 
 DteM look Um aat kMtf tfafl. 
 Or tolk abeat «kr «bM aa kMl, 
 
 And kMp Um bladM ftat l«ar d 
 For ha wte bM hb «Bk to Mk, 
 W* kMM a* AmpIm, Btoa. 
 irakMiifo.ft«. 
 
 I met jrm Utcij a' yoor lao*, 
 Yc ■Mm'd likaaaa ■towa hm tki 
 Tour toHk a^ «haMii«« la |«ar iMad, 
 
 Wa« «aai fer ato akaM *• kMMi 
 ■a* «rfl loar ailad. ar. IT yaa pliM^ 
 Vaa kHi^v tak ai k^ik, toaa. 
 IfalMiKtab 
 
 ffoftfft nun. 
 
 [ Ata, " l-n WMb .f AkAtoBHk.] 
 
 Ootffc iilll naHi'iaa kiaiil ■■■. 
 
 A kaaalB IM kP te •• tkt Mmh, 
 
 Uow happir. aad ka« ktal thr aMH^ 
 Hlt4«|i 
 
 Vtoda^loto^aMat ^ Sa kaatok bma aaii k«ato kMH^ 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 [Written and Composed by James Jaap.] 
 
 A BONNIER lass there never was, the sun ne'er shone the hke upon. 
 She's (air and sweet, neat and complete, the bonnie lass of Haddington ; 
 And in her face there shines sic grace, her smile's sae sweet to look upon. 
 Sae fair's the lass, nane can surpass the bonnie lass of Haddington. 
 
 When night comes near, and all is drear, my fancy roams on her alone. 
 She is the light that cheers the night, the bonnie lass of Haddington, 
 Jly every care, my every prayer, my every thought I think upon, 
 'Tis were she mine, this maid divine, the bonnie lass of Haddington. 
 
 (g^ai ge Ire me* 
 
 Can ye lo'e me weel, lassie, to this heart then swiftly flee. 
 Here you aye shall dwell, lassie, more than a' the world to me. 
 When the moonbeams shine sae clear, at that hour by lovers blect. 
 At the gloamin', lassie dear, haste to meet this throbbing brciist. 
 Can you lo'e me weel, Lissie, to this heart then swiftly flee. 
 Here you aye shall dwell, lassie, more than all the world to me. 
 
 Where the bumie flows, lassie, gently owre the mountain side. 
 And the wild flower blows, lassie, watered by the streamlet tide. 
 As the hare-bell's blossoms shine, on the bleak and barren brae, 
 Let that brilliant eye of thine light me on my lonely way. 
 Can ye lo'e me weel, lassie, to this heart then swiftly flee. 
 Here you aye shall dwell, lassie, more than all the world to me. 
 
 [W. Alexander.] 
 
 On ! the wild roving years of youth are all flown away. 
 
 As gay romantic morning dreams before the dawn of day. 
 
 And cahiker joys, and deeper thoughts, and love which may not mtuu, 
 
 Are blending with the sunny smiles that cheer the scenes of home. 
 
 The gazing crowd, what is it now ? its praise we cannot prize — 
 The flattering slave perchance we hear, but silently despise — 
 The loud, yet passing peal of mirth, which rang in bower or hall — 
 One fiaithful heart's affection won — is worth a world of all. 
 
 289 
 
290 
 
 • » tkoMMMl rtraoM, !■ bHfltt fM «hM ikMB I 
 
 Tto thw with llfc, A llMMMad hofM «ar jroattM iksi«kto 41«MiW 
 
 TUl all tbdr glewinc cnersiM la om 4mr wltli MbMti 
 
 Oh ! br«k aot thra tbt iptil wlMi «^ %»}«r aMi MV MIgK 
 
 Vtmiif fRuxn Gtmnf • 
 
 irBoa a Y«lanM of awatt and tlivaiit poMM paWlrftail a« Oh««0w tai Utt. mm6m th» tMI* < 
 ^^ saTPMATfan. Ify Jamu PAassa.'^ 
 
 Oa! wharha^yabatawmla* what ha** |a >w nwlaw 
 
 Whar ha* y bmn wamhi', hoaah Maiy Ommm/ 
 Whar ha>» jw hMa roamla' Ihli oaaU «a«ii giMaila*— 
 
 Whar ha'« i* bMa nan i ia ', mm fcr awa* ftat haoM f 
 nw lar li la jfwr •i»-«rMrt lh» pMvly dm ttat MM It?— 
 
 It aMd aa' ■» «» ba, boaato IU17 Ohmm! 
 Tha*^ a glaw oa jfoar chMh~waa% Iha danaMh »Hi thai iMt H »— 
 
 O. what gan !• gntt, OT what pu« !• ihfaUi iteaa ? 
 
 _tlll 
 k Mnww hi yaar bona, boaala Mary Qaant! 
 Am hlithmaa ■■ jw aMd Id ha^ O, wha «0aM cw ha% Ihoiht It^- 
 
 SoMMoa^f OF IthcT hat bom ■UF~*4alp ta bhunal 
 Toar Mqs that wa» aa HohlMM, ^at* «MVte' rfow aad o«l«, 
 
 ▲a* Mir year rtte h altaf^ haaala Maiy Omaw! 
 A oaahM^ la tha had tJpt arteht ha-^ bin iiwii mm ohawy, 
 Ola ha had hipt Mi Mth la thM, boaali Maiy OfMaa f 
 
 iP98 firft an^ lajtt lobe. 
 
 tJAvai M ma a w t ia H o— prlalad kr Iha Inl Hbm.] 
 
 MOKNiwo tfana or happlaoH^ O § 
 When li«ht o* haart aa* tt' tf hepa 1 taamM ^V^'ym, 
 An- aa * pu-d Uk boaala flowor ihiim Iha ^athUa* daw, 
 
 1 ehupvi It to my bcwMt and mM. O Jaaala, tto Uka yoa i 
 
 Tho prtda o* May. tha ptak or Jaaa, tha lam or nmaor^ hawar* 
 W«« naa «• awaai by haafaa thaa, aiy wiaaoaa vHaa W flovar*. 
 
 ThyohwkmalrMftthaaahbrdawa.aa whila m dtlvn Maw, 
 Thlaa •> o' k>ve, thy Iwnnte locks, la happy dnama, yat U! 
 Upon my eauld aad farokaa haart, aa* glow hi Mnw ihMa 
 Thu *• the flowMB that o««r paw oa CaMok^ Ailty poM, 
 Thy Uib waa mlaa, aiy Uto waa tMaa, yal ar WM bat a 4i«»-. 
 Thahoarlapaat , aay M aa rtlay haart oaa oaly i^gh, F^owalL 
 
SCO'J'llSH SONGS. 
 
 291 
 
 '^it ikth d ^rftE^#5]p« 
 
 [Air, ** The kail brose of auld Scotland."] 
 
 The cauld blasts o' winter blaw chill o'er the 
 
 plain. 
 And nature grows pale 'neath the tyrant's domain; 
 We'll seek our lov'd cottage, and leave the bleak 
 scene; 
 For there's nought like the circle of friendship 
 To brighten life's path with a smile. 
 
 The heart leaps wi* joy, by the canty fireside. 
 Surrounded by faces whose faith has been tried. 
 Where kind hospitality loves to preside ; 
 For there's nought like the circle of friendship 
 To brighten life's path with a smUe. 
 
 Tho' our table is spread with no Epicure's fare ; 
 Tho' our wealth is but sma', we shall never despair. 
 While we just ha'e a plack wi' a neighbour to 
 share ; 
 Still we'll meet in the circle of friendship 
 And brighten life's path with a smile. 
 
 The nabob surrounded with splendour may pine; 
 
 For friends are but scanty where sycophants 
 shine ; — 
 
 Here the juice of the malt is as sweet as the vine ; 
 And there's nought like the circle of friendship 
 To brighten life's path with a smile. 
 
 J et statesmen delight in the court's vain parade, 
 \> here each plays for self in the great masque- 
 rade. — 
 Our pleasures tho' humble, we trust are repaid ; 
 For there's nought like the circle of friendship 
 To brighten life's path with a smile. 
 
 While the coxcomb is lost in the butterfly throng. 
 
 Where the dance to the music is floating along ; 
 
 We enjoy our bit crack, wi' a canty Scots song; 
 
 For there's nought like the circle of friendship 
 
 To brighten life's path with a smile. 
 
 Then blest be the faces that welcom'd me here. 
 Wherever 1 wander they'll ever be dear, — 
 While our glasses, at parting, will brim with a 
 tear; 
 For there's nought like the circle of friendship 
 To brighten life's path with a smile. • 
 
 [From Ramsay's Tea-Table Miscellany. Tune, 
 ' Kirk wad let me be."J 
 
 I WAS once a weel -tocher 'd lass. 
 
 My mither left dollars to me . 
 But now I'm brought to a poor pass. 
 
 My step-dame has gart them flee. 
 My father, he's aften frae hame. 
 
 And she plays the deil with his gear; 
 She neither has lawtith nor shame, 
 
 And keeps the haill house in a steer. 
 
 She's barmy-faced, thriftless, and bauld^ 
 
 And gars me aft fret and repine ; 
 While hungry, half-naked, and cauld, 
 
 1 see her destroy what's mine. 
 But soon I might hope a revenge. 
 
 And soon of my sorrows be free ; 
 My poortith to plenty wad change. 
 
 If she were hung up on a tree. 
 
 Quoth Ringan, wha lang time had loo'd 
 
 This bonnie lass ttnderlie, 
 I'll tak' thee, sweet May, in thy snood, 
 
 Gif thou wilt gae hame with me. 
 'Tis only yoursel' that 1 want; 
 
 Your kindness is better to me 
 Than a' that your stepmother, scant 
 
 Of grace, now has taken frae thee. 
 
 I'm but a young farmer, it's true. 
 
 And ye are the sprout of a laird ; 
 But I have milk-cattle enow. 
 
 And ruth of good rucks in my yard. 
 Ye shall have naething to fash ye. 
 
 Sax servants "(hall jouk to thee: 
 Then kilt up thy -^oats my lassie, 
 
 And gae thy ways hame with me. 
 
 The maiden her reason employ'd. 
 
 Not thinking the offer amiss. 
 Consented, while Ringan, o'erjoy'd. 
 
 Received her with mony a kiss. 
 And now she sits blythely singin'. 
 
 And joking her drunken stepdame. 
 Delighted with her dear Ringan, 
 
 That makes her goodwife at Imme. 
 
203 
 
 (Tvffs, " ZttHek buka.*^ 
 
 8ni iprliic her gnem wOd dte l oM, 
 Uinto twMtiir dMBt on Uks ipniy f 
 
 'Jdany limunij r kboww ttM ■HpiMra p 
 WkOt tportif* kmbkiMrMBd Mb 
 
 Kninptimd BOW I tok* By ««|r, 
 
 WbDt Jogr MlDfCM A* tlM MMM I 
 
 Down bjr yoo ihaded ttrwrn I mnj. 
 To omH Ml* bail nqr booal* J«uk 
 
 Tt Kdlborn fiovw, by 
 
 WtaM* aepbjm ipart ai 
 Tew arinr MMB !•«• ^ 
 
 Art dniMr teivy tai |wr b0««n» 
 Whw AnsimaM MMM tlM 4n>y •^M. 
 
 I inui<hr wbaw y— > mtmrnkH f t mM% 
 To MMI an* 1^ ny boMb Jam. 
 
 L>t giaailwir war km loHy 4 
 
 Throafli nnisB hHMB wt avMiM foaM^ 
 
 ▲a* tar har phm aaaMrfsf Mil 
 Olv* mo Mr aain*^ wmI ■■■•• 
 
 ?$er ibfue roUitt* e>. 
 
 [HoiM^Tano, " Banks of Ibt DatMi."] 
 
 Mr Ia«l« b loMly M MiV-diV. a^ovvki^ 
 
 Wi' fowaaa aa' prtBTOMB Uka giH« hat 
 Tbo* twrnt Is tiM liolM, WW blowa r «iw aBrBtet. 
 
 Aa tradar aa* tiTMt h bOT Mm raUla* «^ 
 O ny, what la whitar than saaw on tiM moaatata ? 
 
 Or whjit wl* the rad loa* la baaaigr oaa ytt? 
 Yea, whiter her boaan than saaw on Iha moaalala. 
 
 And bonnia bar fiwa aa the red roa^ aaa ba. 
 
 Sm yn lo*ly«t>n>MP' that atanda by tha wfM wood. 
 Hwlfad roaad wl' awaoi btter aad fn 
 
 YwasyoadwIiptattkalrrtdayaoraiyddMhei 
 
 And flaat idt the powar o* a k/rc-raUla' ela^ 
 
 Iktt huw l*fB baM toaiiag aa 
 
 Ay» daar waa tka anOay wtort Kttrkk aHaadirM I 
 
 JLja tfaar waa Ika Utek o^ bar Mae raUla* •>». 
 
 Oftrtfcai iiliifcaaJOfcr the bear, [bai 
 
 Wkaa #awB ly yaa fPMBwaai ib> paaarfMi «a 
 «•» Mm oa tka 
 
 Zit lxAk» o' GUii!irt. 
 
 rr0«a,-t 
 
 lear'at aaav IM afyaarad bi "Tba ^Hbat lary. 
 - " afaaa».''0>iii i.WH Obifcanh^ 
 
 ki fbfii fmm, mtm^mm,} 
 
 VawlaaMrya 
 
 O abaraibBg aia tka laaarfat rui^ 
 Whaia raral pluaira ktad^ dwvllit 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH S0NG8. 293 
 
 
 Yes, wi' that bonnle Clachan Glen, ^ 
 
 
 
 Wluu-e birdies chant the artless strain. 
 Her warks she crown 'd— and mark'd her ain 
 
 m^ fki^ie* 
 
 
 
 The bonnie banks o' Glaizart. 
 
 
 
 
 Eclipsing a' her favours high. 
 
 [Tune, "Old Highland laddie."J 
 
 
 
 She blythe proclaim'd wi' smiling eye. 
 
 
 
 
 " Now, never now, shall scene outvie 
 
 The wind blew hie owre muir and lea. 
 
 
 
 The bonnie banks o' GJaizart." 
 
 And dark and stormy grew the weather; 
 The rain rain'd sair; nae shelter near 
 
 
 
 
 But my luve's plaid amang the heather. 
 my bonnie Highland lad. 
 
 
 
 JEe^s, ®. 
 
 My winsome, weelfar'd Highland laddie ; 
 
 
 
 Wha wad mind the wind and rain. 
 
 
 
 
 Sae weel row'd in his tartan plaidie ? 
 
 
 
 [TiTNB, " Gloomy winter's now awa'."] 
 
 Close to his breast he held me fast; 
 
 
 
 Trit-lino Harp, come let us sing. 
 
 Sae cozie, warm, we lay thegither ; 
 
 
 
 Come let me brace ilk gowden string. 
 
 Nae simmer heat was half sae sweet 
 
 
 
 And warble owre some bonnie spring. 
 
 As my luve's plaid amang the heather I 
 
 
 
 In praise o' my sweet Mary, 0. 
 
 my bonnie, &c. 
 
 
 
 The lay along let sweetly move. 
 
 
 
 
 Freely let the love-notes rove. 
 
 •Mid wind and rain he tauld his tale ; 
 
 
 
 Peerless, yea, resound my love, 
 
 My lightsome heart grew like a faither ; 
 
 
 
 My blythe, my bonnie Mary, 0. 
 
 It lap sae quick I cou'dna speak. 
 
 
 
 For she's handsome, sweet, and fair. 
 
 But silent sigh'd amang the heather. 
 
 
 
 Blooming, sprightly, mild, and rare; 
 
 my bonnie, &c. 
 
 
 
 Ke'er shall maid wi' her compare. 
 
 
 
 
 My blythe, my darling Mary, 0. 
 
 The storm blew past; we kiss'd in haste ; 
 I hameward ran and tauld my mither ; 
 
 
 
 Though Burns divine, in rapture keen. 
 
 She gloom'd at first, but soon confest 
 
 
 
 Sang sweetly o* his " Bonnie Jean," 
 
 The bowls row'd right amang the heather. 
 
 
 
 She scarcely e'er in shape or mien. 
 
 my bonnie, &c. 
 
 
 
 Could match my bonnie Mary, 0. 
 
 
 
 
 Though Tannahill in numbers fain. 
 
 Now Hymen's beam gil<ls bank and stream. 
 
 
 
 ExtoU'd his " Jessie o' Bumblane," 
 
 Whare Will and I fresh .flowers will gather; 
 
 
 
 And though her praises charm ilk swain. 
 
 Nae storms I fear, I've got my dear 
 
 
 
 Excell'd she's now by Mary, 0. 
 
 Kind-hearted lad amang the heather. 
 
 
 
 had thae twa sweet bards but seen 
 
 my bonnie Highland lad. 
 
 
 
 This blooming maid o' bonnie mien. 
 
 My winsome, weelfar'd Highland laddie ; 
 
 
 
 They'd tuned her heavenly lyres I ween. 
 
 Should storms appear, my VViU's aye near 
 
 
 
 And peerless made my Mary, 0. 
 
 To row me in his tartan plaidie. 
 
 
 
 Ye powers aboon, guard frae harms 
 
 
 
 
 The maid whase smile my bosom warms. 
 
 
 
 
 And lang endow'd wi' rovvth o' charms. 
 
 
 
 
 Let bloom n)y bonnie Mary, 0. 
 
 I^Jie ^ptoing ®'t» 
 
 
 
 guide her through this dreary vale 
 
 
 
 O' sorrow, trouble, woe, and wail, 
 
 
 
 
 And heaven-ward when she soars, entail 
 
 [TuNH, "Rock and wee pickle tow."J 
 
 
 
 Eternal bliss on Mary, 0. 
 
 
 
 
 For O she's handsome, sweet, and fair. 
 
 i Now Sandy, the winter's cauH blasts are awa'. 
 
 
 
 Blooming, sprightly, mild, and rare; 
 
 j And simmer, we've seen the beginning o't 
 
 
 
 Ke'er shall maid wi' her compare. 
 
 ! I've lang been wearied o' fnwt and o' snaw 
 
 
 
 My blythe, my darling 31ary, O. < 
 
 ^ And sair ha'e I tired o' the spinning o't; 
 
 
 
 1 
 
2U 
 
 vcomsB 8OVO811 
 
 Tor wh<a W9 ht> mmnkA mat ehirHng wm thia, % 
 Aod poortith. 7* hm, OMdt B* «idcat to •rla. 
 Twa* Mn lovt •* yni tiMt Am vwt im begin. 
 And Hiiilim h>^ ftnowwl tk» »to»ing ox 
 
 ViBilodtktbiglBBlVoX 
 And 7* ffMd to wark, b* It ft«M «r brt tkaWf 
 
 My toA WM DM lc« at Um «teBli« e^: 
 Bot BOW ««r«t A putry Mtk BMekk aad Ai' 
 O' Uka thlag fuda fer to fli^ la Hm OMB* { 
 A ban^o'ala.wl'aoaMaiMrtfertobraw, 
 
 To mak' m AMfrt tito h ag ln D lin o^l. 
 
 Andwl 
 
 Ha* malr I ait dowa to «lM iViBBlHt •% 
 Kor rm gang to tofl la tka aMM adds ^da, 
 
 Aa UttW think on tha btflairii« o^t 
 O* ahaep «• hav aeona, aad ar |g« ti>«i^4v«. 
 Far laa «• ka> aMa wad wite at «i* b|yti»i 
 Bat thrill and iadoMiy BMki paar ftait to ' 
 
 A ehar ptooTV tiMM b tlM ipiaaiiV art. 
 
 AKlMingkatovaarrii«aonralock«Mk«taMi% 
 
 And hMfttato sad kaid tlw baflaaliW •% 
 lVh«n f was iBgagtt tha «««b to«i*, 
 
 A Dd Artt nqr jrooag ddll triad tht lylaaliv ant 
 But oow «a aaa diaai la oar pMdIaa tot MM*, 
 Fa* aaat and te* ataw gM to kkrk ar to IM*, 
 And look «|a at hlytkt aa tha ktot ar tiMto a*. 
 01c laak hto haM «r tka kiflBatav «ru 
 
 Wtt !m!l on tfje brier. 
 
 [TviiB, ** Tba QunpbalW aia eonUa*."] 
 
 Tna bad on tha briar tt la boaala oao^l^ 
 
 An* aM la tha Oowor oa tha ha*. laMi 
 
 Row twaetahlnca tha rad artttag ana In tha atiaan. 
 
 But thoa art tha awcottat of a', laa. 
 
 Tba teTaroek oa tha laa, haa, 
 
 The Untie oe tha tne. hwe. 
 
 The marie aft rmawa hor aMtg, 
 
 Bat nana e* them einga like thee, laa. 
 
 The naethiC o* frianOa aaagr ba happ7, 1 own. 
 
 An' bUakao^ aentantgl'e oaa*. kaat 
 But fBptaia aa^er oeaMa frae the a'e to tha heart, 
 
 data only whan lova gl^M the law. tea. 
 
 a eaa q a- ri ag M igiiai 
 Aa* patriea Aght to ha ftaa. latot 
 
 I ha^ kali^ HBjeii^i kg thaa^ Um. 
 ■«bataaaaw.lBai. 
 
 Ill wear thg dtolB «r a* aij heart, 
 OITya wfll ba toy ahi* hMk. 
 
 Tha Inn laalllag kha tiat I itoal fta> Hiy ■»» 
 
 Siimif 9Mt. 
 
 CFia the ariglaal P a l attiI>»Tta.eto page «.) 
 
 Tfiah 
 
 ■ Ada wad Iwt ftae ma 
 
 WhOa M^ a aaa I hate to gl^ 
 
 BatoalylMatlalltoelib 
 I laaraid It aariy la toy fwrth. 
 WhM hMliV kaaaada eaoeed a 
 
 0,1 
 lae 
 
 iDwIalitta 
 Mtaaai 
 
 iWatoryo 
 
 Aa* nt It ay wl* a* fear Mil, 
 Thaa^ aaa abathepey aer Hlghlaad laal, 
 Oaato «p to Dataitle Dnvla. 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 295 
 
 
 Though bardies a'. In former times, "* Though pure the flowers that blaw unseen 
 
 
 
 Ha'e stain'd my sang, wae worth their rhymes ! 
 
 Amang her native woodlands green. 
 
 
 
 They had but little mense, wj* crimes. 
 
 Yet purer far's the heart, I ween. 
 
 
 
 To blast my Daintie Davie. 
 
 Of artless Highland Maiy, 0. 
 
 
 
 The rankest weeds the garden spoil, 
 
 Lassie wi', &c. 
 
 
 
 When labour tak's the play a while; 
 
 
 
 
 The lamp gaes out for want o' oil. 
 
 Let others range frae isle to isle. 
 
 
 
 And sae it fared wi' Davie. 
 
 Where never-ending simmers smile •— 
 
 
 
 Daintie Davie, &c. 
 
 Mair dear the groves o' Ballochyle, 
 That shelter Highland Mary, 0. 
 
 
 
 There's ne'er a bar but what's complete. 
 
 Lassie wi', &c. 
 
 
 
 While ilka note is aye so sweet. 
 
 
 
 
 That auld and young get to their feet. 
 
 I'd cheerfu' toil frae dawn o* day. 
 
 
 
 When they hear Daintie Davie. 
 
 O'tr yon lone glen and ferny brae. 
 
 
 
 Until the latest hour of time. 
 
 Could 1 but get, by gloaming grey. 
 
 
 
 When music a' her power shall tine, 
 
 Ae blythsome blink o' Mary, 0. 
 
 
 
 Each hill, an" dale, an' grove, shall ring 
 
 Lassie wi', &c. 
 
 
 
 Wi' bonnie Daintie Davie. 
 
 
 
 
 0, Daintie Davie, &c. 
 
 may nae cloud the sun o'ercast, 
 To chill this floweret's snawie breast! 
 
 
 
 
 Nae reptile's breath untimely blast 
 
 
 
 %umk Ui* t^e mhm kcfe. 
 
 The op'ning bloom of Mary, 01 
 Lassie wi', &c. 
 
 
 
 [A. Fletcher, schoolmaster, Dunoon, Argyle- 
 
 
 
 
 shire.— Tune, " Lassie wi' the lint-white locks."] 
 
 i^lEie=i0geli ^nm. 
 
 
 
 Lassie wi' the raven locks. 
 
 Charming lassie. Highland lassie; 
 
 [Written by Angus Fletcher, among the 
 ruins of Dunoon Castle, which command a dis- 
 
 
 
 Gladly wad I tend thy flocks. 
 
 tant view of Montstuart in the Isle of Bute. This 
 
 
 
 Bonnie Highland Mary, 0. 
 
 song appeared first in a Greenock Newspaper, 
 
 
 
 WTiere Echaig joins the briny tide. 
 And Cowal's hills spread far and wide. 
 
 January 1806, but is here given with the author's 
 latest corrections. It was wiitten to the air of 
 " Miss Forbes' farewell to Banff," and has also 
 
 
 
 Alang the winding banks o' Clyde, 
 
 been set to music of its own by an Edinburgh 
 
 
 
 1 met wi' Highland Mary, 0. 
 Lassie wi', &c. 
 
 publisher, who calls the tune *' The Flower of 
 Dunoon."] 
 
 
 
 Her foot sae neatly mark'd the sand, 
 
 Nine times bleak winter's cranreuch snell 
 
 
 
 An' gently waved her lily hand. 
 
 Despoiled o' bloom the daisied lea; 
 
 
 
 As, slow, she traced the sea-beat strand. 
 
 And nine times has the primrose pale 
 
 
 
 The lovely Highland Mary, 0. 
 
 Spread round the dells of Coir-in-t-shee, 
 
 
 
 Lassie wi', &c. 
 
 Since, where Montstuart's dusky grove 
 Waves o'er yon foaming distant sea. 
 
 
 
 How mildly glanced her hazel e'e ! 
 
 I blushing own'd my youthful love. 
 
 
 
 Like sunbeams on the dewy lea :— 
 
 And Blue-eyed Anne reproved na me. 
 
 
 
 It, stowlins, wiled the heart frae me. 
 
 
 
 
 The witching smile of Mary, 0. 
 
 Wha then wad think our joys could fade? 
 
 
 
 Lassie wi', &c. 
 
 Love's dearest pleasures a' we knew; 
 And not a cloud was seen to shade 
 
 
 
 Her eye-brows of a jetty-hue ; 
 
 The blissful scenes young fancy drew. 
 
 
 
 Her lips "like rose-buds moist wi' dew;" 
 
 But scowling tempests soon o'ercast 
 
 
 
 A sweeter face ne'er bless'd my view 
 
 Our azure skies and summer sea— 
 
 
 
 • Than youthfu' Highland Mary's, 0. 
 
 I've borne misfortune's rudest blast. 
 
 
 
 Lassie wi', &c. ^ 
 
 } Yet Blue-eyed Anne still smiles on nie. 
 
 
 
2^6 
 
 ■oonisn BOMGs. 
 
 • ■UbitMlvid,aoaMnnit«my A 
 
 Bwi calMly if— *<*••— lMi*y 
 
 And ftft in dirab thto boMT 
 
 Wh«i ipriBg rrrtvH «Mh 
 
 To vtafw yoa awMt MqpHMH^ 
 
 flowvaad tn*. 
 
 (Toirm, " For A* that M a* llMl.*^WHlln ly 
 A Lu. Docoi^a, • mmmi te PMhkwi, FMifelM^ 
 who pabUahcd • ««laiM of pooas la 1Mb] 
 
 What aOs 70a aow, my 4*latl« Pats, 
 
 T« wlaaa w«4 an' a' that? 
 Say, aia y flqrd. or an ]p« Mala, 
 To ten yoor lort ao' a' that > 
 To kki aa' dap, aa' a' that? 
 O ly Ibr ■hama. aa' a' that. 
 To ipowi yow Bk withoat a wUb I 
 Tto BO tha fate aim that. 
 
 Era laag yoa wfll grow aald sad tall, 
 
 Yoar teflbte white aa' a* Ifcati 
 Ao* whanl tht M«|, tha Kate, or IWl, 
 
 Win ha-o yoo tfna wV a' that ? 
 
 Aa'lMi 
 Ha^tp 
 
 aa'walaawtth, 
 haa*a'lhatt 
 
 iH«ta. 
 
 WhMB^d koa aa' a' that: 
 Wl* biBMl ■• grry, thtra*! aai 
 ▲ kte tat you, aa' a' that. 
 
 O rtead aa ap wf whno aa' how, 
 Wl* Ub aa' bate aa* a' that. 
 
 Wl' tahloM Mnpto aol a kw t 
 Pa* ap yoor haart aa' a* ttMt. 
 diaai'a'thatt 
 
 The htaMy-nooD win ao^w fai« 4oa«, 
 Ifffoidtt wwl an' a' that. 
 
 There's monie Uae baith doaaa aa* Mr, 
 
 Ku' soa«y, fler, an' a' that. 
 Wad auit yoo to a vary hair, 
 Saa davor therra an' a' that : 
 Handeomr, yonng, an' a' that. 
 Baa aomplaiaant an' a' that : 
 Saa awaai an' braw, and icude an' a' t 
 What alia tha diWld at a' that ? 
 
 a a'.-] 
 rIolMaHoal 
 
 la MIy thgnaa tlaqr aagbl te oaar. 
 ■ow «A !•«• wwtdaTM IV Iho Gtpda, 
 
 Whoa altkt ohMMii tha hMdMBfi 
 TtalMarlteBMnalf 
 
 n«aiC||i«raldrb 
 
 No powor oa Mrfk oaa flhaaga tef hMvl 
 
 Or tMT that «ta« taaa aa» av Bhh 
 Aad whia thb wortd aad 1 riian pott. 
 
 fbr than I'D oBit a hwk baMad. 
 BwUllly flht thaa aalfl wo aaat. 
 
 BwUllly awagr aaah day aad yaar, 
 Uatn ay aady IMiadi 1 graat. 
 
 And kite acala ay Maiydtea 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 [Tune, " Jessie the Fower o' Dumblane." This 
 and the two following songs were first published 
 in " The Fooket Encyclopedia of Song," Glasgow, 
 1816.] 
 
 By the side o' yon river, as Bessie sat sighin', 
 
 Lamentin' her Jamie frae her far awa'. 
 The last sound o' the bell on the night breeze was 
 dyin'. 
 
 An' careless aroun' her the dew-drops did fa' ; 
 O ! welcome, she cried, thou sweet hour of devo- 
 tion ! 
 
 O rise, bonnie moon, a young lassie does ca' ; 
 Shine clearly, an' witness my full heart's emotion ; 
 
 I'll think on my Jamie, though he be awa'. 
 
 O ! gin he was here, or gin I had gaen wi' him : — 
 
 But whisht my fond heart, he will quickly return; 
 My arms shall enfauld him ; soon, soon shall I see 
 him. 
 
 An' ne'er on this bank again lanely I'll mourn. 
 An' thou, bonnie moon, whast beheld my sad 
 wailin', 
 
 O tell it to Jamie, O tell it him a' ; 
 While gazin' on thee, owre the deep as he's sailin', 
 
 O ! fkir be the breezes aroun' him that blaw. 
 
 How sweet ist to see thee shine clearly and bonnie. 
 
 On the gay fiel's o' harst, or the silvery snaw — 
 How sweet are these scenes ! but far sweeter than 
 onie 
 
 The lad to me dearest, though he be awa' : 
 For what to me's Nature, though varied in feature; 
 
 Without him — nae joy can it gi'e me ava : — 
 O ! come then, my laddie, O come, binna later. 
 
 For drearie'a the time whan frae me ye're awa". 
 
 ,11: Wdm* 
 
 [TuNK, "Humours of Glen."] 
 
 TnK bright rose o' simmer the brier was adornin'. 
 An' sweet fell the perfume encirclin' the flower. 
 
 An' rich on its leaves hung the tears o' the mornin'. 
 An" saft sigh'd the gale thro' the brier-shaded 
 bower : 
 
 297 
 
 But Helen, fair Helen, the early dawn courtin', 
 Appear'd, an' now pale grew the rooe's deep dye; 
 
 When rival'd Aurora beheld the nymph sponi;i'. 
 She mantled her face in a fold o' the sky. 
 
 Enraptured I saw her sae bloomin' an' bonnie. 
 
 That love bade the full tide o' fervour to flow ; 
 But blame na my ardour, for tell me could onie 
 
 Resist the fond impulse— ah ! tell me ? oh no. — 
 Though calm was the hour, and delicious the 
 pleasure. 
 
 When viewin' the beauties o' Nature sae fair. 
 Beside lovely Helen, 'twas joy without measuix". 
 
 The fairest, the dearest, the sweetest was there 
 
 A boon may I venture to beg trae thee. Heaven ? 
 
 Amid a' my care, an' my toil, an* my fear. 
 Be the heart-warmin' impulse o' frien'ship me 
 given. 
 
 To live in her smile, or be worthy her tear : 
 An' never, thou dread power. Adversity, bend her; 
 
 Frae sadness an' sorrow, oh ! aye be she free : 
 That ilka true bliss may for ever attend her, — 
 
 Is the prayer o' the poet, dear Helen, for thee. 
 
 [Nkthkki-ke is four miles south-west of Glasgow.] 
 
 AtTLD farran' can tie bodie. 
 Cam' ye frae the Netherlee ? 
 
 Auld farran' cantie bodie. 
 Did you there my lassie see ? 
 
 Kind, an' blythe, an' sweet aa onie. 
 
 Fairer never can ye see ; 
 In face an' form my lassie's bonnie. 
 
 Dimpled love sits in her e'e. 
 Auld farran', &c. 
 
 Hair like the mornin's gouden beam. 
 On the tapmaist mountain hie ; 
 
 An' oh ! whan dress'd in tartan sheeu. 
 Beauty's power is ill to dree. 
 Auld farran', &c. 
 
 Her lips wad mak' the cherry blush 
 Deeper red — though red it be ; 
 
 An' weel like I the dew to brush 
 Frae her lips sae sweet an' wee. 
 , Auld farran', fico. 
 
208 
 
 BbI «wMi yt tiM iMilt tibta, 
 
 Throogh tbt wood cr owi« tht toA ? 
 Tboagh jr**i« Ik* wait «> CMitiwt OMB, 
 To Mk ter qirieklir OMuui I aM. 
 Dm* 7* «Ml ClM, Ibank bmlltl 
 WkM I* m* t tlM M«lh«to«, 
 Spiv tar n*. uM tema* bedl% 
 Thm «lM iMri* dMT yvH «•. 
 
 I^ie, lonnlt luMklt. 
 
 SOOmSB •0V4 
 
 6 
 
 All tta* •eUceUoM m bo maoajmam ptu d— II bb , 
 bat w* iMT* tlM MtlMirltjr of • hlgWy ■ ■ ■■ i iii 
 cormpoDdMi Ibr M]rtoff Umu It «m wrttira ky 
 th* Rmt. Jamb BoacTMAii. mlaMH' cT UbmO; 
 la KtaeMdbMridrr, who dtod at u a*RMMidi«t 
 laorab«rttl»yMrl77». Mr.lliiagwM wpoIo 
 othorpoollMlpiMM, tat BOMof r 
 tbo paMle «wpt thk M^.aad th* 
 that broaffht H to Ucbt «M thia. AboMthatlna 
 It was writtM, an Itlnanwt tiaihw tt mmit» 
 appwfad la tho diatriet, and happaalag «a 9i« a 
 eopjr oTlt, ho Mac H ta hb fltaaM^at his aoMam, 
 aad OB othar oeearioaa, Ml H M«ali«d a loeal 
 popakrHy.aod thodaanaad ' 
 maeh that tha aid oTtht piialv wm 
 •upply than, aad tbaa. hgr aad bjw. It 
 bo oficaad aw tho aoaatry hi 
 It la 
 
 Uic. bonalalM 
 And ir jroar dmp waadw IH fho tlMai a Ivbi 
 8ao happj aa woU ba om yeodar gnoB ikadiw 
 ir ya'U bo my dawtia, aad dt IB B^ flaM. 
 
 A yow* aad twa taBuntaa aia a* Bif kaM ataok. 
 
 But I'll wU a lamtnlo oat o^ my woo iook. 
 
 To buy thoo a hoad-plMO. mm bonaio aad bndd, 
 
 Ifyo-U bo Bqr dawtio, aad ait la nqr plaU. 
 
 I ha'o a woo whIUJo mado mo a troot erool, 
 A nd, oh, that ww whiulo I Itklt tt wool : 
 But ru tt'ot to my laarfo. and mair If I had, 
 Ifaholl bo my dawtlo, and rit la my plaM. 
 
 I ha'o llttio illlar. bat ao haaf-fMro fta. 
 But ity* will uk* It. I'U fi'ot a* to thoo| 
 And th«n we'll be marrkd. and Uo In ao bod, 
 UfU bo my dawt)o» aad rft la my plaid. 
 
 01b VtLWH^*$ Sb9^t* 
 
 raa h|a ai« iBwtlBg IB tta iMiW 
 Tho owoi UMt «B tko btao. 
 
 Ho b«doi BM laa« awayl 
 
 Aa* ayo tho BoUa amf by tha waa. 
 
 Ab* hlo Boto iBd a Moiiinii Ih*. 
 
 ▲a* tha ooffMo anavM IB tha ilBd, 
 
 Tin oat MB* tka WM f 
 
 AaMt howfcH a fiBO* iw tho bbU grqr had, 
 rot tho haad lay a* Ito huMi 
 
 Bat I win Mok oat tho robto^ sort, 
 
 Ab* tha Boot of th* aoail iky. 
 yteHwriOwlMdrUM 
 
 tmm Mtfa^riW h Ika iilll >»«■! p>a. 
 
 oTAaavo Ffcarcaaa, aad §m a j yoa f oi 
 ■Mial Vimt^pwn ahaat Uw yr UPtorl. 
 ii» a itltiB to a Oaollo air, batUBi^almko 
 ■ to tiM faad aid taaa aT ** WBb was B wBB> 
 wag." OlsBilifBil,wnaftt»rtik1iiii|>s^ 
 
 - iBninlialpfcwBalfcapBsHiaf «■■ 
 
 Byak 
 
 1 toM my law. wUkMttasi ktarfMi^ 
 TtotholMrioafthsOkB. 
 
 Boy tho baralo^ dtaBfOt ttaa I 
 Dmt »o mo^ tho bowalo taario 
 LMBg la yoa laAls glSB. 
 
 aadl ba 0^ aqr lurrtts thoBot 
 fior.oB tky baak my HIghhuid lasils 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. O99 
 
 
 
 There, as she mark'd the sportive fishes ' 
 
 '^ In vain will spring her gowans spread 
 
 
 
 
 Upward spring v/r quiVring fin, 
 
 Owre the green swairded lea : 
 
 
 
 
 1 slyly stole some melting kisses. 
 
 The rose beneath the hawthorn shade 
 
 
 
 
 Trae the lassie 0' the glen. 
 
 Will bloom in vain for me: 
 
 
 
 
 the birken, &c. 
 
 In vain will spring bedeck the bowers 
 Wi' buds and blossoms braw— 
 
 
 
 
 What bliss ! to sit, and nane to fash us. 
 
 ' The gloomy storm already lowers 
 
 
 
 
 In some sweet wee bowery den ; 
 
 That drives me far awa'. 
 
 
 
 
 Or fondly stray amang the rashes. 
 
 Then fkre ye weel, &c. 
 
 
 
 
 Wi' the lassie o* the glen. 
 
 
 
 
 
 the birken, &c. 
 
 winter ! spare the peacefu' scene 
 Where early joys I knew: 
 
 
 
 
 An I though I wander now unhappy. 
 
 Still be its fields unfading green. 
 
 
 
 
 Far frae scenes we haunted then, 
 
 Its sky unclouded blue. 
 
 
 
 
 I'U ne'er forget the— bank sae grassy. 
 
 Ye lads and lasses ! when sae blythe 
 
 
 
 
 Kor— the lassie o' the glen. 
 
 The social crack ye ca'— 
 
 
 
 
 the birken, &c. 
 
 spare the tribute of a sigh 
 For me, when far awa' ! 
 
 
 
 
 
 Then fare ye weel, &c 
 
 
 
 
 -^^le iFatefeielL 
 
 ^mx JEarjg. 
 
 
 
 
 [J. BuRTT.— Tune, " Jockie's far awa'."] 
 
 [Anous Fletcher.— Tune, "A* body's like to 
 
 
 
 
 WKLCOMK winter ! wi' thy storms. 
 
 get married but me."] 
 
 
 
 
 Thy frosts, an' hills o' sna' ; 
 
 
 
 
 
 Dismantle nature 0' her charms. 
 
 I MET my dear lasfiie short syne in yon dale. 
 
 
 
 
 For I maun lea' them a'. 
 
 But deep was her bigh, and her cheek it was pale; 
 
 
 
 
 I've moum'd the gowan wither'd laid 
 
 And sad the saft smile that was heaven to see : 
 
 
 
 
 Upon its wallow bier ; 
 
 Poor Mary, I fear, is unhappy— like me. 
 
 
 
 
 I've seen the rose-bud drooping fade 
 
 
 
 
 
 Beneath the devv7 tear. 
 
 A feverish heat has deprived o* their bloom 
 
 
 
 
 Then fare ye weel, my frien's sae dear. 
 
 
 
 
 
 For I maun lea'e you a'. 
 
 An' changed is the glance 0' her blythe hazel e'e,— 
 
 
 
 
 will ye sometimes shed a tear 
 
 Poor Mary, I fear, is unhappy— like me. 
 
 
 
 
 For me, when far awa' ? 
 
 
 
 
 
 For me, when far frae hame and you. 
 
 'Twas thus a fair floweret adom'd my lone walk. 
 
 
 
 
 Where ceaseless tempests blaw. 
 
 But chill blew the east on its tender green stalk : 
 
 
 
 
 Will ye repeat my last adieu. 
 
 No more its sweet blossoms allure the wild bee- 
 
 
 
 
 An' mourn that I'm awa' ? 
 
 Poor Mary, I fear, is unhappy— like me. 
 
 
 
 
 I've seen the wood, where rude winds rave. 
 
 If I were but destined to ca' her my ain. 
 
 
 
 
 In gay green mantle drest ; 
 
 I'd shield her sae fondly frae sna', win', an' rain; 
 
 
 
 
 But now its leafless branches wave 
 
 And, nightly, this bosom her pillow wad be :— 
 
 
 
 
 Wild whistling in the blast: 
 
 Poor Mary, I fear, is unhappy— like me. 
 
 
 
 
 So perish'd a' my youthfu' joy. 
 
 
 
 
 
 An' left me thus to mourn : 
 
 Detraction and malice— society's pest! 
 
 
 
 
 The vernal sun will gild the sky. 
 
 I know 'tis your venom that pains her pure breast ; 
 
 
 
 
 But joy will ne'er return. 
 
 But, for that haven, 'yont life's stormy sta. 
 
 
 
 
 Then Care ye weel, &c. ^ 
 
 A Where Mary, 1 trust, shall be happy wi' me ! 
 
 
 
 
 
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300 
 
 ®atlf VLimt. 
 
 [WiuJAK Tm 
 
 scomsH lovoa 
 
 A BaiCH 
 
 61a !•« 
 
 HyblHite'I'dgl^ttkM, 
 Gfai I* wimld twn yow teM, Md Wi« 
 Stock by-flUM dtoy* t» ■•-<— 
 
 m* a* tlM frtoadi I lo'ad afr l«l» 
 In dajw a^ laat iyaa. 
 
 OiUadlya 
 
 For tkveatlk tka iBlil a* te^ yaan 
 
 im Iwva bibtad my lada a^ «amp 
 And, Ught a* bMfft and Umk, 
 
 in Mlovr yoa Ummgh «ar|y Mo«b 
 By dMtaaa* oovaada diak 
 
 O I kad BM to tha d<ar lafad ipe«. 
 
 And a* llM «orid 1 »«, 
 
 A 
 
 Aadf fMCH aartSt mv bm mi 
 
 Ab haar »y tiMt aaM «kal^. 
 That ban Bif BwtlMr laaft, aad «a 
 
 My Madly wadwr tt Mia 
 O, Ttaal I^ flMyM a* I'm vwtk, 
 
 OravarBlKlaba, 
 For aa laok ^ tkak blMMd haa. 
 
 Salt wwB «!• gftef kr aa i 
 
 Andy CBna^ CbMa^ a bbtaB aowvp 
 
 O* aariy lava t 
 ClMd,alcadi«BlaMi« 
 
 Wl' leavca o^ gloaqr fiwa »— 
 A nd, O ! bring baok to bmH via ^«a, 
 
 Fna oat tha dattaooia tnnb, 
 M J carly>l<»t, my bonnl* brtdc. 
 
 In a' bcr maiden bloonu 
 
 O ! ernd carle, I plead la vals— 
 
 Ye leave m« to my ktei 
 Wl' moody brow, and ridant ttktf, 
 
 Tt keep yoor onward fates 
 
 >*Wfl^« 
 
 Zit autumii If abf#. 
 
 (Atam.MiM 
 
 ThakaflMta^ll 
 na bMi «m sooa ba »«•, dHT May, 
 
 TWaw 
 Aadeaea 
 
 TW Madk bat AMi-tbt tovM Iwati 
 to«a% 
 lipMlaflkawlMdi 
 
 Aad Ika ptek-aaa a'ike labaarir ««fKt 
 la watUag hMd bMMalk. 
 
 -.Ml 
 
 AflM^tara^dtatl 
 
 Bynagta^^ Biy baad« a 
 Harwaapatlaaibtaa 
 
 Vi by wttft wif aaHy leva ? arliyhaavat 
 WKh righa thy geslla bfeaM ^ 
 H iflly ««adt 0^ mlai^ 
 k thy taaoB^ nail 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 301 
 
 For why should I stand haverin' here, 
 Like pulin* hopeless swain. 
 
 When ilka blush, and sigh, and tear. 
 Declares ye a' my ain I 
 
 [" This song," says Burns, " was the work of 
 a very worthy, facetious old fellow, John Lap- 
 RAiK, late of Dalfram, near Muirkirk; which 
 little projwrty he was obliged to sell, in conse- 
 quence of some connection, as security, for some 
 persons concerned in that villanous bubble. The 
 Ayr Bank. He has often told me that he com- 
 posed this song one day when his wife had been 
 fretting o'er their misfortunes." It will be recol- 
 lected, that Bums, hearing the song sung at a 
 " country rocking," was so much taken with it 
 that he addressed a rhyming epistle to Lapraik, 
 which opened up a correspondence between them. 
 The poet says, 
 
 " There was ae sang amang the rest, 
 Aboon them a' it pleased me best. 
 That some kind husband had addrest 
 To some sweet wife : 
 It thrill'd the heart-strings thro' the breast, 
 A* to the life." 
 Lapraik was greatly the senior of Burns, having 
 been born in 1727, yet he long survived him, as he 
 died at Muirkirk, where he latterly kept the vil- 
 lage post office, in 1807. In 178S, he published 
 at Kilmarnock a volume of poems, but none of 
 them surpassed, if they e(iualled, the song which 
 drew forth the generous praise of Burns.— 
 Tune, " The Scots Recluse," or " Johnnie's Grey 
 Breeks."] 
 
 When I upon thy bosom lean. 
 
 And fondly clasp thee a* my ain, 
 I glory in the sacred ties i 
 
 That made us ane, wha ance were twain. 
 A mutual flame inspires us baith. 
 
 The tender look, the meltin' kiss: 
 Even years shall ne'er destroy our love. 
 
 But only gi'e us change o' bliss. 
 
 Ha'e I a' wish ? it's a' for thee ! 
 
 I ken thy wish is me to please. 
 Our moments pass sae smooth away, 
 
 That numbers on us look and gaze , 
 
 Weel pleased they see our happy days. 
 Nor envy's sel' finds aught to blame ; 
 
 And aye, when weary cares arise. 
 Thy bosom still shall be my hame. 
 
 I'll lay me there and tak' my rest: 
 
 And, if that aught disturb my dear, 
 I'll bid her laugh her cares away. 
 
 And beg her not to drop a tear. 
 Ha'e I a joy ? it's a' her ain ! 
 
 United still her heart and mine ; 
 They're like the woodbine round the tree. 
 
 That's twined till death shall them disjoin. 
 
 [This was introduced as a Scotch song in Bick- 
 erstafTs opera of " Love in a Village," first acted 
 at Co vent Garden Theatre in 1762. J 
 
 Down the burn and through the mead. 
 His golden locks wav'd o'er his brow ; 
 Johnnie lilting, tun'd his reed, 
 A nd Mary wip'd her bonnie mou* : 
 Dear she loo'd the well known song. 
 While her Johnnie, blythe and bonnie. 
 Sung her praise the whole day long. 
 Down the burn and through the mead. 
 His golden locks wav'd o'er his brow 
 Johnnie lilting, tun'd his reed, 
 A nd Mary wip'd her bonnie mou'. 
 
 Costly claiths she had but few; 
 Of rings and jewels nae great store ; 
 Her face was fair, her love was true. 
 And Johnnie wisely wish'd nae more. 
 Love's the pearl the shepherds prize ; 
 O'er the mountain, near the fountain. 
 Love delights the shepherd's eyes. 
 Down the burn, &c. 
 
 Gold and titles give not health. 
 And Johnnie could nae these impart; 
 Youthfu' Mary's greatest wealth. 
 Was still her faithfu" Johnnie's heart 
 Sweet the joys the lovers find. 
 Great the treasure, sweet the pleasure. 
 Where the heart is always kind. 
 L J)own the burn, &c. 
 
302 
 
 [Tan WM wrKtni by BosBST C*A«rrras to tk« taMoflU aawrlMnvlkM^'aBtfprtHMbitlM 
 Tm-TahU MkoalUny.] 
 
 On day I hMM Manr aty, how tlmn I 1miv« Um* ? 
 
 Stay, dmntH Adoota. tuy; why wilt thoa ght^mmf 
 ▲iMf my fcod hMTt wUl bTMk, if thtm ■hoald iMv* «Mi 
 
 111 >f« aad 4to te> thy MlM, frt aOTw lMf« thM. 
 
 flier, lofdy 44miIs, aiy. bM MwydMrivad thM? 
 
 Did e'er htr yomg howl bttniy arv lofv. thm hat ffitaaii lkM> 
 Ify cotMUnt mind mtr ■ball Maayi thea may talkvt am. 
 
 Ill km Umc, Ud, aisht and day, aad aaav Imv* thaa. 
 
 Adonia, my ehannlnc yoath, what caa tallava that ? 
 
 OaaMaiyUiyaaatttohaoocha? ThJibwaatihaU niilii thww 
 Mjr paarioa caa aaMr dMay, ntvw daaiHa thM I 
 
 t, taava thaa, hid, hOTT dHdII tam thM ^ 
 OhithaithooshtimkMmamdi 111 aavw iMva thaa i 
 Wham woald my Adoali fly f Why doai ha grlava ma f 
 Alas! mypeorhMrtwUldla,iridMaldlMfathaa» 
 
 iKs JLinnif *i tioa*. 
 
 [Tan waa wrKtaa by Bvaa* hi Diaaaihir. VM, kri 
 %w gada Mlowa whaa Jamla ^l awa," or ai It li aow a 
 
 allM Agaw M'f ihnm, Ji th» in iii I aiUjirt af tha »a«.J 
 
 Tha laaw-dmp aad |ii1ibiiiw aar woadlaadi adata, 
 Aad Ttoiat* Utha la tha waai o* tha mara i 
 They patn my mmI benm, aM ■ m« > ly thay hiawl 
 They mlad ma o* Maania— aod Kaaak 1 awa*. 
 
 Thoa lavaroek. that ■prlnct fVaa tha dcwa of tha biwa« 
 Tha thcphani to warn of tha (rrcy-brcaklng dawa , 
 And thou mellow marto, that halla tha altht4h'i 
 Olva ofar Ibr pi ^ ' a ^ y tTaaalaii awa*. 
 
 OoBM, aatama. Ma paaalva, la yallaw and giajr. 
 And wotlM ma wi' tkllnfi & natuia'a daeay 
 Tha dare, dreary wintar, and wild-drlvlng aaaw, 
 JLhuaa aaa daltght n»a— my H aante^ tanf. 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 303 
 
 
 ^ Sae merry as we twa ha'e been. 
 
 
 
 
 Sae merry as we twa ha'e been ! 
 
 
 
 ^M mewg u^ fee Ja'e h^m. 
 
 My heart it will break ere the spring. 
 As I think on the days that are gane. 
 
 
 
 [This is the title of a verj' old air, which is to 
 
 
 
 
 be fouud in our oldest musical collections. The 
 
 
 
 
 original words to the tund are probably lost. The 
 old chorus, however, is retained in the following 
 
 p?a]p mt fei* tj)^ |iett!c©at. 
 
 
 
 beautifully-natural song, which was first pnnted 
 
 
 
 
 in Herd's collection, 1776. Burns characterizes 
 
 [Thhrb was an old nursery song, the words of 
 
 
 
 the cliorus as " truly pathetic." 
 
 which ran somewhat thus : 
 
 
 
 ** Sae merry as we twa ha'e been. 
 
 " I'LL hap ye wi' my petticoat, 
 
 
 
 Sae merry as we twa ha'e been ! 
 
 My ain kind dow ; 
 
 
 
 My heart it is like for to break. 
 
 I'll hap ye wi' my petticoat. 
 
 
 
 When 1 think on the days we ha'e seen." 
 
 My ain kind dow. 
 
 
 
 The version here given of the present scng differs 
 
 The wind blaws cauld, my claithing's thin,— 
 
 
 
 somewhat, but chiefly in verbal points, from that 
 
 dearie, on me rue ; 
 
 
 
 Riven by Herd.] 
 
 And hap me wi* thy petticoat. 
 My ain kind dow." 
 
 
 
 A LASS that was laden wi* care 
 
 The tune to which this was sung was one of great 
 
 
 
 Sat heavily under a thorn ; 
 
 beauty and simplicity, although its simplicity 
 
 
 
 I listen'd a while for to hear. 
 
 has been somewhat injured by modem changes. 
 
 
 
 When thus sii€ began for to mourn :— - 
 
 Ramsay wrote the following words to the tune. 
 
 
 
 Whene'er my own lover was near. 
 
 but mistook himself greatly, we think, when he 
 
 
 
 Tiie birds seem'd far sweeter to sin^ ; 
 
 endeavoured to weave the words of a nurse's 
 
 
 
 The cold nipping winter-time wore 
 
 lulliby into an impassioned lover's address.] 
 
 
 
 A face that resembled the spring. 
 
 
 
 
 Sae merry as we twa ha'e been. 
 
 Bell, thy looks ha'e kill'd my heart. 
 
 
 
 Sae merry as we twa ha'e been ! 
 
 J pass the day in pain; 
 
 
 
 My heart is like for to break. 
 
 When night returns, 1 feel the smart, 
 
 
 
 When 1 think on the days we ha'e seen. 
 
 And wish for thee in vain. 
 I'm starving cold, while thou art warm ; 
 
 
 
 There was love in his sweet silent looks. 
 
 Have pity and incline. 
 
 
 
 There was love in the touch of his hand; 
 
 And grant me for a hap that charm- 
 
 
 
 I liked mair tiie glance o' his e'e. 
 
 ing petticoat of thine. 
 
 
 
 Then a' the green earth to command : 
 
 
 
 
 A word, and a look, and a touch- 
 
 My ravish'd fancy in amaze 
 
 
 
 Hard-hearted, oh ! how cnuld I be ? 
 
 Still wanders o'er thy charms, 
 
 
 
 Oh ! the cauldest lass i' the land 
 
 Delusive dreams ten thousand ways 
 
 
 
 Wad ha'e sigh'd and ha'e melted like me ! 
 
 Present thee to my arms. 
 
 
 
 Sae merry as we twa ha'e been, 
 
 But waking, think what I endure. 
 
 
 
 Sae merry as we twa ha'e been ! 
 
 While cruel thou decline 
 
 
 
 I wonder my heart disna break, 
 
 Those pleasures, which alone can cure 
 
 
 
 When I think on the days we ha'e seen. 
 
 This panting breast of mine. 
 
 
 
 But now he is far, far awa'. 
 
 I faint, I fail, and wildly rove. 
 
 
 
 Between us is the rolling sea ; 
 
 Because you still deny 
 
 
 
 And the wind that wafts pleasure to a'. 
 
 The just reward that's due to love. 
 
 
 
 Brings nae word frae Willie to me. 
 
 And let true passion die. 
 
 
 
 At night, when the rest o' the folk 
 
 Oh ! turn, and let compassion seize 
 
 
 
 Are merrily seated to spin. 
 
 That lovely breast of thine ; 
 
 
 
 I sit mysel' under an oak, 
 
 Thy petticoat could give me ease. 
 
 
 
 A -heavily sighing for him. ^ 
 
 f If thou and it were mine. 
 
 
 
 
 
004 
 
 8COTnSB80SG& 
 
 Thatb 
 And tlMWrt too food te iBW to tUght, 
 
 By hind ting thodMlgik 
 lf«y*n the powcnoriofoagrM^ 
 
 At length to nnh* theo mlne^ 
 Or loow my ehatno nad Hi om tim 
 
 From trwy charm of thteo. 
 
 TTntt ditty, which bwthM 
 •enae and rural contmtmtnt. Is 
 •ong in the Tia-Tablo MlMtllowj, It li at hMt 
 older than the beginning of taMt W lai y, m It 
 appear* in " Pill* to Porgo MdaacMT* (^^ *«L 
 eirea 1700,) where It le e iiO Ba o ai< | tfbvelid 
 
 ■ung to the tone of ** OoM and Baw.* 
 nine old afa- of *'TIm OMmtiy Laarli gHw hi 
 Johaeon'a Museam. The a( i w|i aiaU »a | | OMdera 
 tune of "Sally In ottraDqr MoawlMU NMnUMlt.] 
 
 ALTMooon I be bat a ooantry kM, 
 Tet a lofty nJnd I bear, 0| 
 
 And think myeel' ae rich aa thOM 
 That rich appatH wear, O. 
 
 Although my gown be hame ipua grry, 
 MyeklaltisMadt,0, 
 
 Aa tbHB that Mtfai waada 4o «wr. 
 
 What tbMgk t Imp My IMkM^ **viW 
 
 Tht thing Ikat nam ha «0M» O ( 
 WithgaHaadicrthal— t luww. 
 
 To ihada na ftaa tiM H«» O ^ 
 When they aia tadta« plnMilly. 
 
 Whera graa and Oowat* do opting, O » 
 Tlten, on a flowary bank, at aooB, 
 
 i Mt ma down and elng, O. 
 
 »Iy Paleley pigiry, corked with ■«•, 
 
 Contain* my drink but thin, U | 
 h'o winea did e'er my bralne angiigi. 
 
 To tempt my mtnd to atai, O. 
 Hy country entda and wooden epoon, 
 
 I think than anoo toe, O } 
 And on a flowery bank, at noon, 
 
 1 let ae doan and dine, O. 
 
 A Ithoagh my paranta cannot ralaa 
 Great baga of ahlning gold, O, 
 
 Like them whaae daaghteta, now a-day», 
 iika ewlaa, are heaffht and aold. O t 
 
 Ifaaa 
 
 ThaB«nIdaartyhi«a,0, 
 TVongh ba want gear. 1 dlnaa aara, 
 
 My bands 1 «aa tanpavM. 0| 
 Xspaetlng kr a hIaaUag sua 
 
 DasBsndtag ftoB aboea, O I 
 TkM wati anbmaa. aad aewst^ IdK 
 
 ■aiwatlH — '■<^fa*«» O' 
 
 floumfi tit limitx, 
 
 [WnuAm Oaaas. Hats tnt prfatsd^— TWMk 
 «* Ow the BMilr aoMBg 
 
 Aaaiia tha bnaa akt 
 
 la ewnal Ua9% dsHghlfli' wea th er. 
 
 Bat Uytha and ao«a«y wan bar kaa. 
 And ttght bar atsp amaM tba beat 
 
 To tall ma tiaa aba dMaa awlthar, 
 ly ibe bMig bar bead, 
 liMaaiad^tba 
 
 Mam ha^a a etaek whan thay tefatbar. 
 
 We ^laka ^ khto, wa apaka «r tdia. 
 
 The aproating com, the boanle waalbari 
 
 O* every thing wa talk'd but love, 
 
 Thoagh hwa waa a' aar thoagbti lbsgltba> 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SOi^GS. SQo 
 
 
 Could I keep still my louping heart, ^ Why lov'd I the deserving swain. 
 
 
 
 Or ae word right put to auither. 
 
 Yet still thought shame, yet still thought sliame. 
 
 
 
 "When for my ain 1 tried to claim 
 
 When he my yielding heart did gain, 
 
 
 
 ' The bonnie lass amang the heather ? 
 
 To own my flame, to own my flame ? 
 Why took I pleasure to torment. 
 
 
 
 Ah no! though lang I ettled sair. 
 
 And seem too coy — ai;d seem too coy ? 
 
 
 
 My tongue could never slip the tether, 
 
 Which makes me now, alas ! lament 
 
 
 
 Eut weel the lassie guess'd my mind 
 
 My slighted joy, my slighted joy. 
 
 
 
 That night amang the blooming heather. 
 
 Ye fair, while beauty's in its spring. 
 
 
 
 The balmy air, the glowing slty. 
 
 Own your desire, own your desire ; 
 
 
 
 The thymey sod, the blo^ ming heather. 
 
 While love's young power, with his soft wing. 
 
 
 
 And sic an angel by my side— 
 
 Fans up the fire, fans up the fire. 
 
 
 
 I trow 'twas heaven a' thegither! 
 
 Oh ! do not with a silly pride. 
 Or low design, or low design. 
 
 
 
 The night grew late before we wist, 
 
 Refuse to be a happy bride. 
 
 
 
 It took us hours to part wi' ither ; 
 
 But answer plain, but answer plain." 
 
 
 
 And now she's mine, the bonnie lass 
 
 
 
 
 That staw my heart amang the heather. 
 
 Thus the fair mourner wail'd her crime. 
 With flowing eyes, with flowing eyes; 
 Glad Jamie heard her all the time. 
 
 
 
 ^|e Ea^^ o' Eil^feg'^t©M. 
 
 With sweet surprise, with sweet surprise. 
 Some god had led him to the grove. 
 
 
 
 [This is the name of an old tune and old song. 
 
 His mind unchang'd, his mind unchang'd. 
 
 
 
 Burns says, " The old song, in three eight line 
 
 Flew to her arms, and ciy'd, My love. 
 
 
 
 etanzas, is well known, and has merit as to M'it 
 
 I am reveng'd, I am reveng'd. 
 
 
 
 and humour; but it is rather unfit for insertion. 
 
 
 
 
 It begins. 
 
 
 
 
 • The bonnie lass C Livingstone, 
 
 
 
 
 Her name ye ken, her name ye ken. 
 And she has written in her contract 
 
 fll^w^g U a %uh^. 
 
 
 
 To lie her lane, to lie her lane,' &c." 
 
 
 
 
 The following song to the tune of " The Lass o' 
 
 [This sweet little song, headed, " Address to a 
 
 
 
 Livingstone," was written by Ramsay, and pub- 
 
 Lady," was written by Burns, to the tune of 
 
 
 
 lished'in the first volume of the Tea-Table Mis- 
 
 '• The Lass o' Livingston." The lady in question 
 
 
 
 ctllany.] 
 
 was Mrs. Riddel of Woodleigh Park.] 
 
 
 
 Pain'd with her slighting Jamie's love. 
 
 Oh, wert thou in the cauld blast. 
 
 
 
 Bell dropt a tear, Bell dropt a tear ; 
 
 On yonder lea, on yonder lea; 
 
 
 
 The gods descended fiom above. 
 
 My plaidie to the angry airt, 
 
 
 
 Well pleased to hear, well pleased to hear ; 
 
 I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee: 
 
 
 
 They heard the praises of the youth. 
 
 Or did misfortune's bitter storms 
 
 
 
 From her own tongue, firom her own tongue. 
 
 Around thee blaw, around thee blaw. 
 
 
 
 Who now converted was to truth. 
 
 1 Thy beild should be my bosom. 
 
 
 
 And thus she sung, and thus she sung ; 
 
 To share it a', to share it a'. 
 
 
 
 *' Bless'd days ! when our ingenuous sex. 
 
 Or were I in the wildest waste, 
 
 
 
 More frank and kind, more frank and kind. 
 
 Sae bleak and bare, sae bleak and bare. 
 
 
 
 Did not their lov'd adorers vex. 
 
 The desert were a paradise. 
 
 
 
 But spoke their mind, but spoke their mind 
 
 If thou wert there, if thou wert there. 
 
 
 
 Repenting now she prom is'd fair. 
 
 Or were 1 monarch o' the globe. 
 
 
 
 Would he return, would he return. 
 
 Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign ; 
 
 
 
 Bhe ne'er again would give him care. 
 
 The brightest jewel in my crown, 
 
 
 
 Or cause him mourn, or cause him mourn. ^ 
 
 1? Wad be my queen, wad be my queen. 
 
 V 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
306 
 
 ■OOmSB SOKCML 
 
 fTtif tf rook WB^ yUl^ 
 
 [Rbt. Hmmr S. RnsciA.] 
 
 X waniA tent (kt kiMto tiMt Ml tiM cut Md piMtk, 
 nai«li h* iboaU •«« tiHU taodM- tew UmM «i4j tMl ly ftrvi 
 Vtar h* UMft tea tkte bOM* A* l» tarfMl te*» kMntyM. 
 b tka klad aad MUdb* teMte UK* WW* tht OToak aai VteM. 
 
 At nora IM dtato Om nomriM «1M, kb flMcy fedk to vtew, 
 WkM tte terta ri^ ki Un knvMi akoM, n4 tkt AMNn mik* ^H 
 WbM tiM tkta ntei BMlli ••>>• tlMAMm, oww pdr and ftea aMmrC 
 
 ▲i MM W teuM Mm *»w«. Mik 
 WlMi hk locki ted a* «■ boMflto kdMT Mb to tte Ml I 
 Aad tkm ka itafi ar IMklkl totok tn Ika wlUi avaaad an gtod } 
 Ok, kofv tenv te ika toMte Ikaft Man Ika araak airt ptoM t 
 
 Ba pa** tka Uaona af knikar pvK, and tta VfAaalr na aaak, 
 FbrkaMaMtktWyMtoaiytoMr.aadtkakntotokUtoa^akaak. 
 
 ikad MM aM akaim na Oka Ika ted Itel Mua Ika anak aad ptoM. 
 
 Bmill toalaMtykawrtboM-toMbiaildinartogtolkaitea, 
 Ba anala BM to tka ftaaakta* giagr, wkM MM M aartk aM kMi 
 ABd taal and to«tw te Ma h«ut toMBik Ika ipnadtof rfwia. 
 fto Mai ba IMM tka My, 1 tn», to nv na to Mi fkrfd. 
 
 Tha foatk «> naiqr ttekn nay to kte Ilk aM rtda^ 
 
 And iroo Mnn a toMa Mi MMfHttted toMat 
 
 Bat M vttl WM toMalk Ika ton, wkan cknk to akaak k teto^ 
 
 Ok. MM Maart ttto tM toddte Ikat MM na to Mi plaM I 
 
 Ta ««ra ika tain ar Mikli* taM, ak, wkA Md M aanvlr y 
 ■■'pMitemfnanlgarlniiplaMttoniatbliBiaiMkad^ 
 
 Wkan ton te to tka baaan tkM, tka kaan aM M^n to nd I 
 
 ■m, ttoMgk Ul^ ill li^ tka laddte tint Man Iba anak aad pteM. 
 
 Vrince einxUi lEDtoatD. 
 
 (pATW TasDam.— ArrmntMl to a bnatliUI flaalte air Igr ftakqr Dm.] 
 
 Taukwmvl to thn, ^aetUad, thy la idm b bHgktid, 
 Th jr daMM an itovpad in tka Mead of tha bran t 
 
 And I. who thy wm^ with tka avoid wMid kan ilgktod. 
 An toand Ilka » fhffiUn nrf M tki «mn t 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 39^ 
 
 Impelled to the pursuit, by gold and by vengeance. 
 
 My foemen are swift as the storm -driven rack; 
 From the fierce brutal tribes they've selected their engines. 
 
 The beagles and blood-hounds are scenting my tract. 
 
 Farewell to thee, Scotland, thy hills are receding. 
 
 So beagles and blood-hounds can track as they may; 
 But my heart to its centre is wounded and bleeding. 
 
 For thousands who fell on Culloden's dark day. 
 The hill-fox's howl, and the lone widow's waitings. 
 
 Commingle at midnight, 'midst tempest and rain; 
 And the red mountiiin-streanilets by smouldering sheilings, 
 
 Brawl hoarsely and fiercely the dirge of the slain. 
 
 The chieftains and heroes who followed my banner 
 
 Are pining in dungeons, and bleaching on walla; 
 Or, stripp'd of their all, saving conscience and honour^ 
 
 The grass growing rank on their hearths and their halls. 
 Farewell to thee, Scotland, thy loftiest mountain 
 
 Is fading and blending with ocean and sky, 
 I groan — for my tears are dried up at the fountain — 
 
 A wanderer I've lived, and an exile I'll die. 
 
 [John Borns.] 
 
 Let me gaze on those mountains, with heath overgrown 
 'Mid whose wild flowers I sported, ere sorrow I knew ; 
 
 Let me leave them one tear, ere my bark shall be thrown 
 O'er the wave that may hide them for ever from view ! 
 
 Though I go to a land as enchanting and fair — 
 That has comforts as many, and troubles as few— 
 
 Where the heart, all it pants for, as freely may share. 
 And find its attachments as tender and true — 
 
 Yet the place of our birth, like our earliest love. 
 To the throb of affection must ever be dear; — 
 
 And kind, or severe, as our fortune may prove. 
 
 We look back on that spot— with a smile— or a tear. 
 
 Oh yes ! there's no loadstone that equals our home. 
 Nor II agnet so true as the pulse of the heart:— 
 
 And the mem'ry of boyhood, where'er we may roam. 
 Sheds a ray o'er the mind that will never depart 
 
 Farewell, Caledonia ! thou first in contending 
 Against the oppressors of freedom and truth — 
 
 May I fall like my fathers — thy blessings defending — 
 And Bleep 'neath the turf I h.ave trod in my youth I 
 
808 
 
 'WmiTTSir by A ToBOf La4y»-Tteib "V^ f 
 thntaa'a-tlMt.'*] 
 
 How Ittrd^ tha ftto of wooiMkiiii, 
 
 Wlwa I think oat IbmkMt 
 Whca tlM7 BiMt a jpooag nMiM iMr MlBdt 
 Tbqr dMVM taO kr a that, 
 rw •' that and a' that; 
 And twlet as ncOdt^ a* that! 
 Thoofh thqr lo't th* laOdl* aw MM ««!» 
 Thay 4araia tan kr a' tha*. 
 
 ^w wona^ MC MMonoai^ 
 
 WMeh aaans thk and a* ttwl. 
 Can ■• aonMal oar IbodHi 
 
 •OQTTIIB tOXOflb 
 AwriafafM 
 
 rora*tha«,<ta. 
 
 I «mr I win te aoM oTlhMB 
 nat plajr tht tMl and a* thai t 
 
 Whm 1 niMt a jfooat !■>■ ' 
 in tdll lota tea* that. 
 
 Th« borate hid tlwt I lo^ hMl, 
 MaD ba agr ala ftir a* thai. 
 
 Skralt'* (licit t**. 
 
 Tmb ■» latat MM roqr. tha grqr hBb 
 
 Light tpnat th» bwi* andmoanlid—'htoi 
 Whn tnM ta tha Upti ¥ b^ytht Magni dawto 
 
 My Jcaai* cam* UoMoff out own tht gMM ha. 
 To n-jtfh b«r tanpatlcnet, 1 crap 'maag tha bodMBs t 
 
 ▲ft.afi to tha kaat fato aba tara'd hw blaakt>i| 
 Than l yl i^ duwa d owij l ia ^alth^ bythawmewrtiaa, 
 
 ■yi «iiaagh tha fiani bhto I ata- to mj Jawal. 
 
 SmOCd on apftariflBipataaaath tha aai^ tnai 
 Thiak aa, daar hMth, thgr WOUaM baaa onMl^ 
 
 lM« hid -Miw tha bnhMM I waMhM fav 
 bhMka^B^ 
 TeaVa ao ilinlin, paarfeli Uamx apas Ihaa 
 
 Biant la Hw priMaaa hMfai«lad «r dnr I 
 Taadar aoHMa FiH9 ta awlaana May aMtahiti 
 
 Dafhuafaahartaihthiaiaaata- 
 O I htkl, Hlht *a^ daMfaw baan 
 
 la liinl^ atm. II ite and ipeit 
 
 •* I ana ^b«» aad jar«a vahaa^d M r 
 
 ra rta Md wbiri hv laaadi Jaaala la * iplM 
 
 KlBhvtaalaglahwi aaaaaaaaaaaai 
 
 • Mwj ■Ma.-^WID, I'M aa 
 
 Mi Hha ta dn^ awtlh ta ny Jaaa I hip, 
 
 Sntftt lift foa^ gap. 
 
 CTvn, "My M^Jaaad daarta, O.*^ 
 
 JIaa aavM ta BMh* Ma aafla. 0( 
 9r btohan ihaw I «taa' aaag, 
 
 Aa* taaad nay plpa Ih* ahaaita, 0| 
 Vaa UfdK afa^hi- ftaa tha traa, 
 Waa haaf «a mrtha, aaa lay aa BMW 
 
 f I am idirp, do not wakan 
 
 — , 
 
 Whaa baat o^ haart mm tanly. O, 
 Whan kr 5aa Qatha^ ^Haa bowwa, 
 aahalpiawaaiff<y,Ow~ 
 
. 1 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 509 
 
 
 I sought the long embattled line, ^ Thou knew'st my heart was a' thy ain. 
 
 
 Eager in glory's path to shine- 
 
 And thine thou vow'dst was mine alone; 
 
 
 But dool cam' owre the hapless time 
 
 But cursed gold has made us twain. 
 
 
 I yielded to the fairlie, 0. 
 
 Whom heaven had fated to be one. 
 
 
 But sin' the dearest bliss o' man, 
 
 Farewell, thou still beloved maid. 
 
 
 That wyles our way sae drearie, 0, 
 
 Love, rage, and grief, my soul disarms ; 
 
 
 The brawest lass in a' the Ian', 
 
 For never, never could I've staid. 
 
 
 SmUes on me kind an' cheerie, 0; 
 
 To see thee in another's arms. 
 
 
 Contented wi' my peacefu' lot. 
 
 No more by Avon's streams we'll stray. 
 
 
 My sorrows now are a' forgot; 
 
 Nor pu' the wild flowers as they blaw ; 
 
 
 An' monie mae I wad bear for't. 
 
 No longer hsten to the lay. 
 
 
 If blest wi' thee, my dearie, ! 
 
 That's carol'd through the burken shaw. 
 
 
 woman, man's delight an' care ! 
 
 
 
 The sweetest pride o' nature, 0, 
 
 
 
 Eeposes on her bosom fair. 
 Sits smilin' on ilk feature, ! 
 
 ^u^l, ge ml2 hxui^^. 
 
 
 Man may be bold, he may be strong, 
 
 Way figure through life's chequer'd throng. 
 
 [Andrew Simson.— Tune, " Bonnie Dundee."] 
 
 
 But stai the bard, in deathless song. 
 
 
 
 The chief o* works will rate her, ! 
 
 Hush, bush, ye rude breezes, my Harry is comin'. 
 
 Nor aim at my lover the blasts tliat ye blaw. 
 For he'd come to my arms, though the burn it 
 
 
 
 was foamin'. 
 In winter or summer, thro' sleet or thro' snaw. 
 
 
 ;^awfedl U ^^U-mzU. 
 
 He hears not, nor fears not your blustering thunder. 
 But thinks his dear lassie how soon he shall see ; 
 And oh ! may rude fate never cast us asunder. 
 
 
 [Andrew Simson.] 
 
 Nor blast all the hopes of my Harry and me. 
 My Harry is blythsome, my Harry is cheerie. 
 
 
 Farewell, ye vales where Avon flows. 
 
 Wi' him ilk thing round me looks bonnie and 
 
 
 Farewell, ye hills that rise around. 
 
 braw; [drearie. 
 
 
 Farewell, abodes of sweet repose. 
 
 But ilk thing aroun' me looks darksome and 
 
 
 Where innocence and peace abound. 
 
 If e'er he gaes frae me, or turns to gae 'wa. 
 
 
 Iso more beside your streams I'll stray. 
 
 Lang ha'e I lo'ed him, an' never, never. 
 
 
 Nor pu' the wild flowers as they blaw; 
 
 Can I think my dear laddie for ever to lea' ; 
 
 
 No longer listen to the lay. 
 
 But if 'tis our fate that death should us sever. 
 
 
 That's carol'd through the birken shaw. 
 
 One gi-ave shall receive both my Harry and me. 
 
 
 Farewell, Pomilion's flowery braes. 
 
 
 
 Whose murmuring rills so sweetly fa'. 
 
 
 
 Where aft I've spent the summer days. 
 When sorrow's hand was far awa' ! 
 
 €)'ex tie mi0t=^|tc©u^3:^. 
 
 
 Thou'st listen 'd to the lover's wail. 
 
 
 
 As am'rously thou glided through; 
 
 [J. BuRTT.— Tune, "Banks of the Devon."] 
 
 
 Thou'st listen'd to my artless tale. 
 
 
 
 But never heard'st a tale so tiue. 
 
 straying, 
 
 
 Farewell, thou dear ungratefu' maid. 
 
 1 Where the wild winds of winter incessantly rave ; 
 
 
 Thou'lt mind me when I'm far awa'; 
 
 j What woes wring my heart, while intently sur- 
 
 
 Aid but for thee, I might have staid. 
 
 1 veying [wave. 
 
 
 To breathe the gales that round thee blaw. 
 
 1^ The storm's gloomy path on the breast of the 
 
 
 ■ 
 
810 
 
 800TT18BBO!rO& 
 
 I Mllawt •Dow «M to widl. 
 
 Xfft ft toa 0M afiv lk«B a«f lovad Mthw dhoi* 
 Wh— tlwflwwrwhkhbloooi'diiiiiHiHlaOoila^ 
 
 Thapcfclaof my bo«m,iBj Ma>7^iioBMt«l 
 
 Vo ntora by Um bankaoTUM ilrMmWC wtH vrmadcr. 
 
 Aiid«nil«BttiwiiKmiMitaipMfcMlatk*«m«i»t 
 
 Ko - ----- 
 
 4 Mybnthm! mylNttnB, wtaMMVI 
 
 Von 
 
 I hMto with Um Morm to a a 
 Who* aBloMmm, rakHMBtod, ■ 
 
 ▲ad Joy ilMiL Mvlill Hf boHB 
 
 'WBrrraM by W. A. C.8itA«»,aMttT««r Ab«w 
 dMo. m4 tm F«bU*bMl la **Tte Edtotaisk 
 UolfcnUy 8oar«alr/ ilt<. a luti* Tolaa* 9i 
 which ih« Mihor wai Btttor. 
 
 Qy W» Md 4»1» M to day* aTyvM, 
 
 In aatl^M fariaad aad wfld tatoM, 
 
 ~ aadkMiariH 
 
 >drr.dfef««f aMtalBf IdlaoUMlMrl AtoM^ alHM» to *• cvmIbc toaM, 
 gfBf*. By tor tu w y aMtft af any aatHa <■ — a. 
 
 Waary.aada 
 HUthtaMi 
 
 CO* <toAWFva».-rNn «to Ayr 
 
 I^J 
 
 Atowa, a 
 
 By tb«aow«ryBHV|*araigrMlH«il 
 
 WMry. aad waa, aad Mat I ilaad, 
 'Mid Um old fiaaa bowan of a^ IrtlMriai 
 
 I bMf- th« (train or Um waadMtaf lOK 
 In «>b and rwU 'aild tht kr<aff UBii 
 SofUy bimt, m UMy d 
 Withtr 
 
 Aa aaM daltod fMaay. aad hib •«• tkalr toaat 
 ~ mmmh$fktitl%wmm. 
 
 b toad to lk» briva M a mMmt oaaM to I 
 ■m gfto Mai hb av. Md ilM flto hha toi 
 Par waa JokaiV I>«Maa to a* badr* a 
 
 Oh,wo«|oh.waal that «y toart ■beaM waar 
 The duU dark thadow oTfrtoTaad eaia. 
 With wood, and laka. aad atn 
 At flTMh aad adr as la tiBMi of aU I 
 
 Again I timi to my fitthcr^ 
 Uut U rings no mor« with th* toa« ornrirfb| 
 And I UM In rain, la thr aiawt oaha. 
 For tha low glad noto of tha tvtaing p«fan. 
 
 Thrnooni Um mooa t bvt dio looba not la 
 On ohildhoodt laafhttr and nMaboodl din ! 
 LMMly aad dhn tor pato skaaM AUl 
 O'ar bioton bUUci aad etombll^ wan ! 
 
 Bima^alttMl 
 
 And Oha hit toirit aaaati Johaay a Mra*. 
 Tha ftoov flto aaady aad any aHBpatoai 
 For waa Jahaay Daaoaa to a' bedTb waaa. 
 
 BaMtototlii Cto i UhB aMa i i db ia tl MatthrPwwaa, 
 Aa* gtowanat tka R iei u i t , aa* naa^ tfyly bnkto*. 
 Th>aftorw >y , l aa ihlat ,**BBy,wharaiaynatoi» 
 
 la tky BMahood, d«r Johaay, toyH not to aiy. 
 ** la Mrrow, aad iietonw, tha Lord waany Mny,** 
 And thtok aa tht d«|t that caa aoaia aet agaHi, 
 Whmt 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 311 
 
 
 (^uttk'0 OTet^^ing, " 
 
 t Happy, thou Indian grove, I'll say. 
 
 Where now my Nancy's path may be ! 
 While through thy sweets she loves to stray, 
 
 
 
 [From " Ancient Ballads and Songs of the 
 
 Oh, tell me, does she muse on me f 
 
 
 
 North of Scotland," collected by Peter Buchan : 
 
 
 
 
 Edinburgh, 1828.] 
 
 
 
 
 Busk and go, busk and go. 
 
 Busk and go to Cuttie's wedding! 
 
 JMg loade JEatg. 
 
 
 
 Wha wad be the lass or lad 
 
 
 
 
 That wadua gang an they were bidden? 
 
 [In a letter to Mrs. Dunlop, dated 17th Dec, 
 1788, Burns quotes this song, and " Should auld 
 
 
 
 Cuttie he's a lang man. 
 
 acquaintence be forgot," as old compositions, with 
 
 
 
 he'll get a little wifie; 
 
 which he is much pleased. He afterwards, in his 
 
 
 
 But he'll tak' on to the town loan 
 
 Notes on the Museum, says, " The silver Tassie ; 
 
 
 
 When she tak's on her fickie-fykie. 
 
 The air is Oswald's; the first half stenza of the 
 song is old j the rest mine." Mr. Peter Buchan gives 
 
 
 
 Cuttie he cam' here yestreen ; 
 
 the ballad, from which Burns borrowed the first 
 
 
 
 Cuttie he fell ower the midden ; 
 
 four lines of this charming song. It commences 
 
 
 
 He wat the house, and tint his shoon. 
 
 thus: 
 
 
 
 Courtin' at a cankert maiden. 
 
 " As I went out to take the air, 
 
 'Twas on the banks of Diveron water. 
 
 
 
 He sat him doun upon the green. 
 
 I chose a maid to be my love. 
 
 
 
 The lass cam' till him wi' a biddin'; 
 
 Were it my fortune for to get her." 
 
 
 
 He says. Gin ye were mine, my dame. 
 
 And towards the close of the ballad occurs the 
 
 
 
 Monie ane's be at our weddin'. 
 
 verse of which Burns took advantage: 
 " Ye'U bring me here a pint of wine. 
 
 
 
 Busk and go, busk and go. 
 
 A server and a silver tassie. 
 
 
 
 Busk and go to Cuttie's wedding ! 
 
 That I may drink, before I gang. 
 
 
 
 Wha wad be the lass or lad 
 
 A health to my ain bonnie lassie." 
 
 
 
 That wadna gang an they were bidden ? 
 
 The ballad, Mr. Buchan says, was composed in 
 the year 1636, by Alexander Lesley, Esq. of Kdin 
 
 
 
 
 on Diveron side, in honour of a certain Helen 
 Christie. Burns wroie his song after seeing a 
 
 
 
 m^M'^ ti^ "bmx. 
 
 young officer take leave of his sweetheart at the 
 pier of Leith, and embark for foreign service.] 
 
 
 
 [Written by Burns for Thomson's collection 
 to an Irish air called " Oran gaoil." The subject 
 of the song was Clarinda, who contemplated 
 going to the West Indies.] 
 
 Go fetch to me a pint o* wine. 
 And fill it in a silver tassie; 
 
 That I may drink, before I go, 
 A service to my bonnie lassie. 
 
 
 
 Behold the hour, the boat arrive; 
 
 The boat rocks at the pier of Leith, 
 
 
 
 Thou goest, thou darling of my heart ! 
 
 Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the ferry ; 
 
 
 
 Sever'd from thee, can 1 survive ? 
 
 The ship rides by the Berwick Law ; 
 
 
 
 But fate has will'd, and we must part. 
 
 And I maun lea' my bonnie Mary. 
 
 
 
 I'll often greet this surging swell. 
 
 
 
 
 Yon distent isle will often hail s 
 
 The trumpets sound, the banners fly ; 
 
 
 
 " E'en here I took my last farewell. 
 
 The glittering spears are ranked ready ; 
 
 
 
 There latest mark'd her vanish'd sail." 
 
 The shouts o' war are heard afar; 
 The battle closes thick and bloody: 
 
 
 
 Along the solitary shore. 
 
 But it's not the roar of sea or shore. 
 
 
 
 While flitting sea-fowl round me cry. 
 
 Would mak' me langer wish to tarry; 
 
 
 
 Acr» ss the rolling, dashing roar. 
 
 Nor shouts of war, that's heard afar. 
 
 
 
 I'll westward turn my wistful eye : i 
 
 y It'8 leaving thee, my bonnie Mary. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
312 
 
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 ■oomsB floiio*. 
 
 lb TW«a< 
 
 Uow twwt to tlUvk «r thw I 
 WkM blirtiM tht Mm c^ 4Mrai«' 
 
 Ab4 IMi Biskn MM* •vBta*, 
 ll0f«totktek«rikM. 
 
 An* tiM* tfM iMsM 4Mr4fi9 
 sun tovmUw at Ik* flvowHiip^ 
 
 ▲a'klirttir«kiof|kM| 
 Aa' «lMa fey Mmm, «r fawitida. 
 In Sim. or M tte BMrniys, 
 TiM BagMtac ■MaMBli coMtliv, 
 
 lpMMtM'«klak«rtiMaw 
 
 Aa*toi 
 
 0«| o^ ilM IriBi il0«r eaaJ«% 
 
 My 4raHM art ft* «r Umb. 
 
 TWslirfak wkM MmH avM tbM^ 
 (> think wkni «H«i 4tab«i ikat. 
 O think whMi irlMiiii UMi Uwi^ 
 U* ktaa thM tklaka V thMl 
 
 ftt^bkf to t^e %ti%u%. 
 
 (J. Bvim.] 
 
 Battaagll u* bM la yeatkH fay noni; 
 If BMi *• UaoB •mdH yaar ek«k. 
 fterawMl ymn- baaka, tte iMtm b •horn. 
 
 Or ika fc iaai ya l a lia . 
 If vataOr y« IM Uhm M«X 
 Ikanml yvar knl% Iki fe 
 
 Bat Vyaa M Ikak MaMM tf^ 
 
 rknmMl yaar kaakB» th» kaim b 
 
 A'llMkatlkata^a 
 
 Jhur If y* past «kal ka May mmt, 
 flMawail yaar kaahi^ yaar kakat li Aonk 
 
 naMtfMMwry 
 
 Bkt awk* kkB aMMlv a^ yaar fw 
 fkavwMl yMT kMk^ Ika kalalli 
 
 ■ tkBt«Mla4ika%f^ 
 
 Lm Bk ka aanlk* a' kv • 
 KaWttlBka^k-ki 1 
 
 S.a8 of U^f Kq^i^^* 
 
 4ae«aB af Seeaav Mnxsa, a«» «ai la I 
 UM,altfM«aHya«»af twM«yt«a. Ha « 
 aalHaaf Ok«vaw,ai " 
 ikHiofilMlBir. Baa 
 
 of giaal aMvtt to Iha pHtoOkab of tha diy. 
 raaarkaUt, Ikat Mi "Uy of tha BmiiliM,- 
 
 «M|y«ataftJ 
 
 Oat woaUlk 
 O^tkt 
 
 Ilia 
 
 hi 
 
 of 
 
 tto liafw of th« c ypn to b emk 
 oaliB of iBy Mfly gmvai 
 
— 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. S13 
 
 
 And my heart, with its pulses of fire and life, ^ Not where the repal streams 
 
 
 
 Oh ! would it were still as stone ; 
 
 Their foam-bells cast- 
 
 
 
 I am weary, weary of all the strife. 
 
 Where childhood's time of dreams 
 
 
 
 And the selfish world I've known. 
 
 And sunshine past. 
 
 
 
 I've drunk up bliss from a mantling cup. 
 
 Some in the mart, and some 
 
 
 
 When youth and joy were mine; 
 
 In stately halls. 
 
 
 
 But the cold black dregs are floating up. 
 
 With the ancestral gloom 
 
 
 
 Instead of the laughing wine ; 
 
 Of ancient walls; 
 
 
 
 And life hath lost its loveliness. 
 
 Some where the tempest sweeps 
 
 
 
 And youth hath spent its hour. 
 
 The desert waves; 
 
 
 
 And pleasure palls like bitterness. 
 
 Some where the myrtle weeps 
 
 
 
 And hope hath not a flower. 
 
 On Roman graves. 
 
 
 
 And love ! was it not a glorious eye 
 
 And pale young faces gleam 
 
 
 
 That smiled on my early dream ? 
 
 With solemn eyes ; 
 
 
 
 It is closed for aye wliere the long weeds sigh 
 
 Like a remember'd dream 
 
 
 
 In the churchyard by the stream : 
 
 The dead arise : 
 
 
 
 And fhme — oh ! mine were gorgeous hopes 
 
 In the red track of war 
 
 
 
 Of a flashing and young renown: 
 
 The restless sweep ; 
 
 
 
 But early, early the flower-leaf drops 
 
 In sunlit graves afar 
 
 
 
 From the withering seed-cup down. 
 
 The loved ones sleep. 
 
 
 
 And beauty ! have I not worshipp'd all 
 
 The braes are bright with flowers, 
 
 
 
 Her shining creations well ? 
 
 The mountain streams 
 
 
 
 The rock— the wood— the waterfall. 
 
 Foam past me in the showers 
 
 
 
 Where light or where love might dwell. 
 
 Of sunny gleams ; 
 
 
 
 But over all, and on my heart 
 
 But the light hearts that cast 
 
 
 
 The mildew hath fallen sadly— 
 
 A glory there 
 
 
 
 I have no spirit, I have no part 
 
 In the rejoicing past. 
 
 
 
 In the earth that smiles so gladly ! 
 
 Where are they :>— where ? 
 
 
 
 I only sigh for a quiet bright spot 
 
 
 
 
 In the churchyard by the stream. 
 
 
 
 
 Whereon the morning sunbeams float. 
 And the stars at midnight dream : 
 
 Miek^me ^umu iumz agaimi 
 
 
 
 Where only nature's sounds may wake 
 
 
 
 
 The sacred and silent air. 
 And only her beautiful things may break 
 
 [Written by H. S. Van Dyk.— Set to muski 
 by T. A. Rawlings.] 
 
 
 
 Through the long grass gathering there ! 
 
 
 
 
 Now mony a weary day has pass'd. 
 
 
 
 
 An' mony a lang an' sleepless night. 
 Sin' I beheld my sodger last. 
 
 
 
 M>i2Xt BX2 tjiieg. 
 
 W^ha left me for the cruel fight. 
 But though I wept that we maun part. 
 Though ilka pleasure turn'd to pain. 
 
 
 
 [Robert Miller.] 
 
 I'll keep a place within my heart 
 To welcome Jamie hame again. 
 
 
 
 The loved of early days! 
 
 He shall nae say that time has changed 
 
 
 
 Where are they ?— where ? 
 
 The passion I ha'e joy'd to feel, 
 
 
 
 Kot on the shining braes, 
 
 Nor that ae thought has been estranged 
 
 
 
 The mountains bare ;— ^ 
 
 ,', Frae ane whom I ha'e lo'ed sae weel. 
 
 
 
 1 
 
di4 
 
 A»4 kt ny b«m» m4«w m 
 
 AtImm, ni« dw And* «rMi «M MNi «hoi«, 
 Wttkft 
 
 rVvriDW h kMWB af Ik* UiiHy «r tk» to* 
 •Ir. ..Ikd ''Tht TaBMP-Salri LiMla»- UgtmA 
 thatHtevtryold. ■— fllll U li tfc< I W%I — I 
 woid* In hk ** TM-TMI* M i l I m i l y ," ■■«« tiM 
 Uttoof "TlM mU T«llMr.ai*« KaMli.- urf 
 
 totfatlHMtMMb WclMBMfVtolkMtt.] 
 
 Cried. Milk tte |«w«, iMb, tat MM arikw gM I 
 
 Ifcteii^ ■■nil. Inula 
 
 teklr. 
 Bar kMB^ ta «^k^ wtth • momM yro^ air t 
 
 TW ji«llair.talrd taddte Aid ka aV gadMM. 
 ik nd •!• M rfM atfMl, riM MRl^ BMC 
 Tht |dl9v-telrM iBddi* iMI to av IvdHMM. 
 
 n* ««lkw ta Mdd. Md Mf «tai«B ta Ihlm 
 ThtyawwinB <lil,Md <H| whiM karfitla> 
 TiMy wteM kMhC la. aMkMtii 1 *mU dMt 
 Oh. yvOow-tolnd laddK k> klad nto aa* 
 
 TIM fad*«r» «4h katl «• koa«, jMBta, «MM 
 
 TiMClMHitlOaMk'.l 
 
 Tbo<«k battv. Md d 
 
 I It crack aad 111 kka wt* ny lev* M haMhom. 
 If M Un« hair bo«r. aad wtll tTm BMk* H 
 thn*. [k*. 
 
 rer tlM |«lla«r-kalr^ taddta njr laiMwa Aan 
 
 (Bamat^ VnnoK.] 
 
 TkM rf|Mi«, kt wtak>4. wmM tail pMvati a 
 
 V^n ^^ Vfttie. 
 
 ' Th« T«lkm.IUIrM Laddta.-] 
 
 WvM int my dMT IMdiv iiMd «• Ika fiwa kOl, 
 
 Aadl— ■klmJwfjadiyya^dttl, 
 
 T* bMTifea adft kawli aM pida Ma la aM^ 
 WiMi I at tfH k^MliW to|aik«^ «««k ilM. 
 
 rATta. 
 Wtoa aava-fl1f«i «a««d yaOoiw. aad Uaa kaadMT- 
 
 kalta 
 BtaanM beaataM aMartead aad tMrt rWi« Mk, 
 Vm ktaa^ bftar. flv km^'kta. fa«« traakla la M, 
 irifcaadkat 
 

 
 SCOTTISH SONGS, 315 
 
 PATiE. ^ Now, it's, sleeping and waking. 
 
 
 Our Jenny sings saftly the "Cowden Broom- 
 
 He's aye in my e'e, 
 
 
 knowes," 
 
 And my heart aye plays 
 
 
 And Rosie lilts sweetly the "Milking the Ewes," 
 
 Dunt, dunt, dunt, pittie pattie. 
 
 
 There's few "Jenny Nettles" like Nancy can sing; 
 
 
 
 With, "Through the wood. Laddie," Bess gars 
 
 
 
 our lugs ring : 
 
 ill! im feH^ hnrtt me* 
 
 
 But when my dear Peggy sings, ■n-ith better skill. 
 
 
 
 The "Boatman," "Tweedside," or the "Lass of 
 
 [Tins song was written by Sir Walter Scott 
 
 
 the Mill," 
 
 in the year 1806. If we had not found it in the 
 
 
 'Tis many times sweeter and pleasing to me; 
 
 collected edition of his pt ems, we would not 
 
 
 For though they sing nicely, they cannot like thee. 
 
 readily have believed it to be a production of his.] 
 
 
 PEooy. 
 
 All joy was bereft me the day that you left me, 
 
 
 How easy can lasses trow what they desire. 
 
 And climb'd the tall vessel to sail yon wide sea; 
 
 
 With praises sae kindly increasing love's fire ! 
 
 weary betide it ! I wander'd beside it. 
 
 
 Give me still this pleasure, my study shall be 
 
 And bann'd it for parting my Willie and me. 
 
 
 To make myself better and sweeter for thee. 
 
 Far o'er the wave hast thou follow'd my fortune. 
 Oft fought the squadrons of France and of Spain ; 
 
 
 
 Ae kiss of welcome's worth twenty at parting. 
 Now I ha'e gotten my Willie again. 
 
 
 (©E raitoun^a^ TOornrag, 
 
 When the sky it was mirk, and the winds they 
 were wailing. 
 
 
 ["Thk Yellow-Hair'd Laddie" must have been 
 
 I sat on the beach wi' the tear in my e'e. 
 
 
 a favourite tune in Ramsay's day. Here is another 
 
 And thought o* the bark where my Willie was 
 
 
 song which appears in the "Tea-Table Miscel- 
 
 sailing, [me. 
 
 
 lany," adapted to the same air. It is marked by 
 
 And wish'd that the tempest could a' blaw on 
 
 
 simplicity and natural feeling.] 
 
 Now that thy gallant ship rides at her mooring. 
 
 
 On Whitsunday morning 
 
 Now that my wanderer's in safety at hame. 
 
 
 I went to the fair ; 
 
 Music to me were the wildest winds' roaring. 
 
 
 My yellow-hair'd laddie 
 
 That e'er o'er Inch-Keith drove the dark ocean 
 
 
 Was selling his ware ; 
 
 faem. 
 
 
 He gied me sic a blithe blink, 
 
 
 
 With his bonnie black e'e. 
 
 When the lights they did blaze, and the guns they 
 
 
 And a dear blink, and a fair blink. 
 
 did rattle. 
 
 
 It was unto me. 
 
 And blithe was each heart for the great victorj'. 
 In secret I wept for the dangers of battle. 
 
 
 I wist not what ailed me, 
 
 And thy glory itself was scarce comfort to me. 
 
 
 When my laddie cam' in ; 
 
 
 
 The little wee stei nies 
 
 But now Shalt thou tell, while I eagerly listen. 
 
 
 Flew aye frae my een ; 
 
 Of each bold adventure, and every brave scar ; 
 
 
 And the sweat it dropt down 
 
 And, trust me, I'll smile, though my een they 
 
 
 Frae my very e'e-bree. 
 
 may glisten. 
 
 
 For my heart aye played 
 
 For sweet after danger's the tale of the war. 
 
 
 Dunt, dunt, dunt, pittie pattie. 
 
 And oh, how we doubt when there's distance 
 
 
 I wist not what ailed me. 
 
 'tween lovers, [through the e'e, 
 
 
 When I went to my bed. 
 
 "When there's naething to speak to the heart 
 
 
 I tossed and I tumbled, 
 
 How often the kindest and warmest prove rovers. 
 
 
 And sleep frae me fled. ^ 
 
 ^ And the love of the feithfulest ebbs like the sea. 
 
 
 
 1 
 
BoorruB iiovoiL 
 
 X Mp ItN-I pbMd a 
 
 Nmr rn MW a* irtlilM ayv B«7 hftH 
 EDOogh. tigr iMlhMrt kM b«a coMl 
 
 WricBwi, fr«m wml»g •>» «R aad ( 
 
 Znoo^, DOW thy ■laiy la auMli flTtlaffT 
 Hm hBmbtod tht pgU> af F— >, llBlkMt,««i 
 eiMiaj 
 Ko mot* thaH tboa gitev* aa*. BO man AiJt tkM 
 bamina, 
 I aaw wlU part with 0)7 WUlla agala. 
 
 ^et (mrnif bladt eV. 
 
 pWnxtAM loiacjiir, aad wr «f " LaqTi St* 
 
 tia«.-J 
 
 Oatha 
 Thai 
 
 mrmmt 
 
 I tuaK o« oqr laaia, Mr fMNia aai aateia. 
 1 think «B «ka ■■Oa a' kw hawria Mack au 
 
 WhM kMUvy tka fatal ih'l. aad la^ load tha wte' 
 Maw^ 
 An'rimmaniiagrflhai 
 Ina Um wta* aor Iha lafa 
 aarmy 
 
 illktaUiaa 
 
 WhM awtft aatha hawk, la tht atorav VavMhar, 
 TteaaaldMriaa'wln'ea'vtha drift awiathtint 
 
 Thoash UdlaMta hhMt ea the ilda o' tha ■waatahi. 
 1 think on th» flBJl* a* kar booate blaek •"•. 
 
 WImr biaw a* a nadttn' I Ma tha laa laan^ 
 Tho* a' mat aa' booato, thqrfa aaathh^ laaaa { 
 
 I aish an' ait dowie. regardlaM what paaHS, 
 Whtn I mka the vnUa o* har bonato kiMk a>k 
 
 Wten thin twlnkUn' rtoutea aaaooae* tht gny 
 ^oamln', 
 Whan a* raand tha tngla'a m» ehwria taaw> 
 Than niariaddithtAt% Mftoo the hMK ataaUa*, 
 
 Mlada aa o^ tha snlb o' h 
 
 8B^If MM to \Attunt. 
 
 (BBa.«.VMa.] 
 
 Wnnaaawla 
 nuaagkilax 
 
 Ordiawt'hkidalha 
 Wl 
 
 Of.ar 
 
 I Jojfita* ilac tht boaala nald. 
 Ik* baMla aaM 1 lona aa waiL 
 
 DM aw Ika «MH aa Ika gNMi, 
 Or Wii^ ka«i« IM aanir «aw. 
 
 Attiaat Iky right ^-VkM Um kMt MM, 
 II ■ tkng«a*<fciak%aalihilid kaa : 
 
 Tha nMrntai* Mar «Mit tkaa aW a» 
 la rid« wMak Ml a aland aaMMl y 
 
 a await aMid IkOi «a warf. 
 
 Whatjay, what happtoMi I't ftail 
 Tbap 
 V»p 
 
 Bat ITaiV rispla aaw *a tfght«— 
 Tkat maaniAi* dar, ah I iteD 1 
 
 III bid ndlM la fwaat Migkt I 
 To lova aad bMalp bal adiaal 
 
 MroMMl 
 
 I in 
 
 hkMka^a. m The bannla imU I to-ad aa wari • 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 3] 7 
 
 
 ^5e C^Himy^fie %n^^k. ^ 
 
 ^ But when another swain, my fair, 
 Sh.all say you're fair to view ; 
 
 
 
 [Steele.— Tune, "Miss Forbes'8 Farewell."] 
 
 Let Jeanie whisper in his ear — 
 Pray what is that to you ? 
 
 
 
 I'M, ne'er forget yon bonnie glen, 
 
 
 
 
 'Mang Campsie fells siie vernal green. 
 
 
 
 
 For there I met the sweetest lass 
 Yon towering hills had ever seen. 
 
 '^Iir §dk ut Eiini^©ice^» 
 
 
 
 The smile of love sat on her lips. 
 
 
 
 
 And twinkled in her sparkling e'e ; 
 
 [This originally appeared in " The Portfolio of 
 
 
 
 And while I fondly gazed on her, 
 I wish'd she had been born for me. 
 
 British Song," Gkisgow, IS'M. It was written by 
 James Stihi-ing, at the tim« schoolmaster of St. 
 
 
 
 My thoughts are wandering 'mang yon braes. 
 And aye the lass I think I see. 
 
 James'sparish, Glasgow; He afterwards emigrated 
 to Canada.— Tune, "Eppie Macnab."] 
 
 
 
 Wha trippet o'er yon craggy rocks. 
 
 WEEi. may I mind on the folk at Lindores; 
 
 
 
 Ae joyful summer day wi' me. 
 
 Though it's lang sin' 1 had onie troke at Lindores j 
 For the blythe winter night 
 Flew o'er us fu' light. 
 
 
 
 There's nane can tell what's yet to come. 
 But round my heart I will entwine 
 
 
 
 The hope that time will bring the day. 
 
 Wi' the sang, an' the crack, an' the joke at Lin- 
 
 
 
 "When 1 can ca' yon lassie mine. 
 
 dores. 
 
 
 
 M^ SJeanie unh 1. 
 
 The auld wife an" the lasses would spin at Lindores ; 
 
 
 
 An' the auld man to tales would begin at Lindores, 
 
 
 
 How in days o' his youth 
 
 
 
 [The original of this song was written by Tom 
 
 The red rebels cam' south. 
 
 
 
 D'Urfey, and published in 1702. Ramsay altered 
 
 An' spulzied the feck o' his kin at Lindores. 
 
 
 
 and pruned it for his Miscellany, and since his ; 
 
 
 
 
 day it has been pruned still farther. It ib sung to 
 
 An' he'd tell monie strange says and saws at Lin- 
 
 
 
 lifferent tunes.] 
 
 dores; 
 How he hated the dominie's tawse at Lindores, 
 
 
 
 My Jeanie and I have toil'd 
 
 How i' the lang-day 
 
 
 
 The live-lang summer's day. 
 
 The truan' he'd play. 
 
 
 
 Till we were almost spoil'd 
 
 An' set aff to herrie the craws at Lindores. 
 
 
 
 At making of the hay. 
 
 
 
 
 Her kurchy was o' Holland clear. 
 
 An' he'd sing monie an auld warld rhyme at Lin- 
 
 
 
 Tied to her bonnie brow; 
 
 dores ; 
 
 
 
 I whisper'd something in her ear,— 
 
 An' tell o' the covenant time at Lindores; 
 
 
 
 But what is that to you ? 
 
 How Clavers, feU chiel' ! 
 "Was in league wi' the deil. 
 
 
 
 Her stockings were o' kersey green. 
 
 How a ball stottit ance aff his wame at Lindores. 
 
 
 
 And tight as ony silk ; 
 
 
 
 
 0, sic a leg was never seen ! 
 
 They were kind to ilk body that came to Lindores, 
 
 
 
 Her skin was white as milk ; 
 
 To the puir, an' the blind, an' the lame at Lindores; 
 
 
 
 Her hair was black as ane could wish ; 
 
 Wi' handful's o' meal. 
 
 
 
 And sweet, sweet was her mou' ! 
 
 An' wi' platefu's o' kale. 
 
 
 
 Ah ! Jeanie dantily can kiss- 
 
 An' the stranger was sure o' a hame at Lindores. 
 
 
 
 But what is that to you ? 
 
 But the auld man's departed this life at Lindores ; 
 
 
 
 The rose and lily baith combine 
 
 An' a tear's in the e'e o' the wife at Lindores; 
 
 
 
 To make my Jeanie fair : 
 
 I dinna weel ken 
 
 
 
 There is nae benison like mine; 
 
 Whan I'll be there again. 
 
 
 
 I have aniaist nae care. j 
 
 But sorrow, I'm fearin', is rife at Lindores. 
 
 
 
 
818 
 
 Vn of logic Gxttn. 
 
 [PiCXSM.] 
 
 Bv plHSBfV lofi( Infected, 
 
 Kind HMTiro. wb*a ImI iifMli*, 
 
 If 7 davVNM p»tli dkwAtd 
 
 T» Km of Ugla OiMB I 
 ¥rkiM tiMHUMi iwwti npsa ^n 
 
 It»dny 
 
 Bat MH in ptlte la HUBli^ 
 
 0i*w( Kaa of Lc«lt G>« ttt. 
 
 VoUrtaartlMkMvifsli 
 •9idr«sU|toOi 
 
 T« t0VB.te«d AasMi, toflvt VM, 
 
 in «B WlHM kt IHVIIH ■»- 
 
 T»VaB«rLagi*Ot«ai 
 My hMrt AaB — ^ diiiHi W 
 I M%r te Mk dten hBf* iMTi 
 la kfw aa< p«Mi to ««w 
 
 W«11llf«a«L<ftoOraM. 
 
 
 ▲^ at Ui Mt a gaOf kM«> 
 
 A DwpbilMglMwrd 
 
 And kna llM «Ib4 M»«« awia 
 Y> dowaa i» BMlaalnili ga^;. 
 Tb* aiprlB* aaali fMT Uaia «l 
 
 laNil«rflirilM^i 
 
 ▲B*ltoi«li«arC 
 
 MMOTrLM^kaai 
 
 • MMoaiaMMba. 
 
 Draw Mar, la ilOM kit ylrlMy WM) 
 *> MM MM alt, bitoa Uw Mam 
 MilMtlMManlMr. 
 
 Aa*«ta«««M,iht« 
 
 Alllliii I iiil^MtfcalMrl 
 
 • f^aVi mt. 
 
 '.-1 
 
 O, wno.** ■» •■ aqr ala OMa, 
 
 My ala laaB, aiy ala naa I 
 
 O. vMi^ aw •■ aty air faiMHat 
 
 rm «M t %lMMi kka iMlva^K 
 For ttair my iMm h taltar HiMi 
 r or fwi^ I «mdaa d^ UN iHM, 
 I M Mm Bakia aarrc «» MiM. 
 O, WMlM aw M a«y ala ■««, *«k 
 
 Bla.J«idiwMiW**l 
 Aa'tenwMililtoipN 
 M«f , rtai aad airaap akoat llw flai^ 
 «p UrMwyaa lahaah ftM Oa tyafc 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 319 
 
 
 For weel's me on my ain man ! ^ For -while I gaze my bosom glowg, 
 
 
 
 My ain man, my ain man ; 
 
 My blood in tides impetuous flows ; 
 
 
 
 For weel's me on my ain guderaan 1 
 
 Hope, fear, and joy, alternate roll. 
 
 
 
 I see him rinnin hame. 
 
 And floods of transport 'whelm my soul. 
 
 
 
 
 My falt'ring tongue attempts in vain 
 In soothing murmurs to complain ; 
 My tongue some secret magic ties. 
 
 
 
 gjeanie ^rajam* 
 
 My murmurs sink in broken sighs ! 
 Condemn'd to nurse eternal care. 
 
 
 
 ["Wilson.— Tune, "Ye banks and braes of 
 
 And ever drop the silent tear. 
 
 
 
 bonnie Doon."] 
 
 Unheard I mourn, unknown I sigh. 
 Unfriended Uve, unpitied die! 
 
 
 
 She whose lang loose unbraided hair 
 
 
 
 
 Falls on a breast o* purest snaw. 
 
 
 
 
 Was ance a maid as mild an' fair. 
 
 
 
 
 As e'er wil'd stripling's heart awa'. 
 
 
 
 
 But sorrows shade has diwun'd her e'e, 
 
 
 
 
 And gather'd round her happy hame. 
 Yet wherefore sad ? and where is he. 
 
 Mmnk JEarg ?^aIH^a|j. 
 
 
 
 The plighted love of Jeanie Graham ? 
 
 [Ai-LAN Cunningham.— Tune, " Luch'd n^ 
 
 
 
 The happy bridal day was near. 
 
 breachin."] 
 
 
 
 And blytbe young joy beam'd on her brow. 
 
 
 
 
 But he is low she lov'd so dear, 
 
 BoNNiH Mary Halliday, 
 
 
 
 And she a virgin widow now. 
 
 Turn again, 1 call you ; 
 
 
 
 The night was mirk, the stream was high. 
 
 If you go to the dewy wood 
 
 
 
 And deep and darkly down it came; 
 
 Sorrow will befall you. 
 
 
 
 He sunk— and wild his drowning cry 
 
 
 
 
 Rose in the blast to Jeanie Graham. 
 
 The ring-dove from the dewy wood 
 Is wailing sore and calling,- 
 
 
 
 Bright beams the sun on Garnet -hill. 
 
 And Annan water, 'tween its banks. 
 
 
 
 The stream is calm, the sky is clear ; 
 
 Is foaming far and falling. 
 
 
 
 But Jeanie'3 lover's heart is still. 
 
 
 
 
 Her angash'd sobs he cannot hear. 
 
 Gentle Mary Halliday, 
 
 
 
 Oh ! make b.s gr^ve in yonder dell. 
 
 Come, my bonnie lady — 
 
 
 
 Where willows wave above the stream. 
 
 Upon the river's woody bank 
 
 
 
 That every passing breeze may wail. 
 
 My steed is saddled ready. 
 
 
 
 For broken-hearted Jeanie Graham 
 
 And for thy haughty kinsman's threats 
 
 
 
 
 My faith shall never falter— 
 The bridal banquet's ready made, 
 * The priest is at the altar. 
 
 
 
 ®^S fata! ^MU* 
 
 Gentle Mary Halliday, 
 
 The towers of merry Preston 
 
 
 
 fSMOM-KTT.— Tune, "An' thou wert my ain 
 
 Have bridal candles gleaming bright— 
 
 
 
 thing."] 
 
 So busk thee, love, and hasten. 
 
 
 
 Thy fatal shafts unerring move ; 
 
 Come busk thee, love, and bowne thee 
 
 
 
 I bow before thine altar. Love ! 
 
 Through Tindal and green Mouswal; 
 
 
 
 I feel thy soft resistless flame 
 
 Come, be the grace and be the charm 
 
 
 
 Glide swift through all my vital frame 1 < 
 
 ^ To the proud towers of Mochusel. 
 
 
 
920 
 
 i^ W^mrt 
 
 Porwtt,aBdg 
 
 tmrn^madj^mf 
 
 — al^ititlHllPM<M 
 
 Wen nte tliy ll»>HiMii mt te» 
 
 
 Xn tiM lIlM cTtiM* •iHll « 
 To ciM« M apd to dMT 
 
 n>*« 'o«« LsrmDt«— Br. ! 
 •r Mr Water fleett, and of 
 111 imlltntliif fch boiriw tea 
 UngulriMd III— If M M € 
 dtedteJATataiaU.] 
 
 Howwwmyiwnl1«^t»^i»w, 
 
 ndrHMrtto Wn — H hiiw iwi t 
 
 WhOoti 
 
 To ne tlqr lov^r Am M klr. 
 
 Tho^k. biidaff o'^v Om anb or Bltlil, 
 Tte moon tl^ ttekllMaiM oulrirfM 
 
 Ilor ra|« eaa 1 
 
 Thhioanftenfli 
 
 yyhm 
 
 rvtowUlitkliM. 
 
 ■lll«lMB» 
 
 And whtapm to tlw dMii« lofv^ 
 That noo tho MB wU >!■• afidlB. 
 
 ThhMlittebrMaitlMii.1 
 
 aariatMaDd 
 
 And Mda tho )Mdli« tear! ospaad 
 la loM^ MWoaa MMair* 
 
 Ak I «■ I ftil •tti owaM to taPM^ 
 Bat oiNotv to te lavM ^riB. 
 
 Jbpf ai not of lotf • 
 
 SrBAK aat aflavo to aao wkMi k 
 lokrooMtoMloJcy} 
 
 And ikaao M MM Iho yka 
 
 Tot I IMM Ml <lw MaMMriBf kMO 
 
 O— dlMllB^OMiy, 
 
 And I teM watBhM tho taooM^ •««• 
 TlMt opMte «r pairiaa MHaatMVM, 
 
 Aad taa^ oa ^Mfctet ofM. Ikat 
 Wtet «lmla tan wmM I 
 
 AmA t IMM MBtrfiit Ite tekaf Um 
 
 rMM Migr Hpo «IHM lOM MUht pliy, 
 A ad ffMt tto 4o«nv k>«Mt ar Uteb 
 
 T«^ 1 te«o laa Itmr* laaddMlat 
 i 
 
 A Mr of ■fM'vy aw av teala. 
 It bri^i tta MM of tlaw IMV flrd. 
 
 &ontAiu'# Imu «totf • 
 
 rwarrrair %f Aaaaaw SaAava, a AaMariw 
 bPMtli,wkolalt«lytaagktdM«li«b BodM 
 In 181A, agod iB^oTaaa, *• Cria 10 Bn«k.-] 
 
 DeioaiMtpfctttewaMofyai 
 
 ■latMljr 
 
 I lOM yea kr that, bat of loM aaw a» ■ 
 An I had loi^ oto Hm Mfat'^d odth ay BtUy. 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 32 1 
 
 
 Oh ! they tell me my Billy looked lovely when dying, i 
 
 ""And here as I travel all tatter'd and torn. 
 
 
 
 That round him, the boldest in battle stood crying. 
 
 By bramble and brier, over mountain and moor. 
 
 
 
 "While from bis deep wound life's red floods fast 
 
 Not a bird bounds aloft to salute the new mom. 
 
 
 
 were drying. 
 
 But warbles aloud, Corunna's lone shore. 
 
 
 
 At evening's pale close on Corunna's lone shore. 
 
 It is heard in the blast when the tempest is blow- 
 
 
 
 That night Billy died as I lean'd on my pillow. 
 
 ing, 
 It is heard on the white broken waterfall flowing. 
 
 
 
 1 thrice was alarm'd with a knock at my dcor. 
 
 It is heard in the songs of the reaping and mow- 
 
 
 
 Thrice my name it was call'd with a voice soft and 
 
 ing,- 
 
 
 
 mellow, 
 
 Oh, my poor bleeding heart ! Oh, Corunna's lone 
 
 
 
 And thrice did I dream of Corunna's lone shore. 
 
 shore ! 
 
 
 
 Methought Billy stood on the beach where the 
 
 
 
 
 billow. 
 
 
 
 
 Boom'd over his head, breaking loud, long and 
 
 
 
 
 hollow; 
 In his hand he held waving a flag of green willow ; 
 
 m^ li%U ^i €&kn ^raiE, 
 
 
 
 Save me, God! he exclaimed, on Corunna's 
 
 
 
 
 lone shore. 
 
 [This and the following song were written by 
 a young man of the already poetically-occupied 
 
 
 
 And now when I mind on't,my dear Billy told me. 
 
 name of Dryden, and first appeared in " The 
 
 
 
 While tears wet his eyes, but those tears are no 
 
 Portfolio of British Song," Glasgow, 18S4.— Tune, 
 
 
 
 more. 
 
 " Braes of Balquither."] 
 
 
 
 At our parting, he never again would behold me ; 
 
 
 
 
 •Twaa strange then I thought on Corunna's 
 
 The sun on the billow 
 
 
 
 lone shore. 
 
 In glory reposes. 
 
 
 
 But shall I ne'er see him when drowsy -ey'd night 
 
 And his watery pillow 
 
 
 
 falls. 
 
 Is garaish'd with roses ; 
 
 
 
 When thro' the dark arch Luna's tremulous light 
 
 The cloud of the twiUght 
 
 
 
 falls, [crawls. 
 
 Its dew drops are strewing. 
 
 
 
 Aso'erhisnew grave, slow the glow-worm of night 
 
 It will chill my young Flora, 
 
 
 
 And ghosts of the slain, foot Corunna s lone shore-? 
 
 The hght of Glen Fruin. 
 
 
 
 Yes, yes, on this spot shall these arms infold him, 
 
 Away by the cottage 
 
 
 
 For here hath he kiss'd me a thousand times o'er ; 
 
 That stands 'neath the mountain— 
 
 
 
 How bewildered's my brain, now methinka I 
 
 Away by the d.irk pine 
 
 
 
 behold him. 
 
 That nods o'er the fountain. 
 
 
 
 All bloody and pale on Corunna's lone shore. 
 
 On the banks of the streamlet 
 
 
 
 Come away, my beloved, come in ha«te, my dear 
 
 That girdles yon ruin— 
 
 
 
 Billy, [Nelly, 
 
 I'll meet my young Flora, 
 
 
 
 On the winds wafting wing to thy languishing 
 
 The light of Glen Fruin. 
 
 
 
 I've got kisses in store, I've got secrets to tell thee. 
 
 
 
 
 Come, ghost of my love, from Corunna's lone 
 
 Thou maid of the mountain. 
 
 
 
 shore. 
 
 I love thee— how well. 
 My love-burning eye 
 
 
 
 Oh ! I'm told that my blue eyes have lost all their 
 
 And my pale cheek can tell. 
 
 
 
 splendour, [hoar. 
 
 I must love thee for ever 
 
 
 
 That my locks, once so yellow, now wave thin and 
 
 Though 'twere my undoing. 
 
 
 
 'Tis, they tell me, because I'm so restless to wander. 
 
 Thou pride of the hamlet, 
 
 
 
 And in thinking so much on Corunna's lone 
 
 Thou light of Glen Fruin. 
 
 
 
 shore. 
 
 
 
 
 But, God help me, where can I go to forget him ; 
 
 By the soft beaming ray 
 
 
 
 If to father's at home, in each comer I meet him. 
 
 That gleams from those eyes, 
 
 
 
 The sofa, alas ! where he us'd aye to seat him. 
 
 By that love blushing cheek. 
 
 
 
 Baj-s, Think, Nelly, think on Corunna's lone shore. ^ 
 
 © By those murmuring >iighs. 
 
 
 
 
 
822 
 
 Or tfw Mfkt tar «r n^lwB 
 Thaw qw4irfMa dvwtaf. 
 
 LtomT tlM beoBit brid* omm 4aM 
 
 AdsMtfathriMT^^ 
 
 TlMtldiVa 
 
 ■ ■■■n. 
 
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 XVr dmk bOTwa% ta««y IMt y 
 And «mI mmf th» W pvoad aad i«f« 
 
 
 
 Miipi 
 
 ▲ad Ite biMapwm Ml kb boMla WMt 
 
 TW bnlw or kMM to pldBlK* pliV 
 
 flMt <^ tiM ■MNUlto|PM'4 
 
 Wahrtac the iMvqr caaonr 
 
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 Itl Mai tkM, koMto lllfy,«ta«dMMatM» 
 
 • trlkal 
 
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 r«r IfeafkMtolif agrjiyato tfria waaijaMrtal 
 
 ■ vf Maf7 wiMa tfMMB faai dowm. 
 
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 111 mm «Ma kf Iba >aiBi» «*m II 
 
 Ohm to Mv paMtonMi. aad Ikgr M ^ 
 
 Amitmtmmftm»,^mmtt Mmf, «ihM Ika an 
 
 gaaadawa. 
 
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 fWAiaQW. Taaa, " WeoM aad -antol Mid A*.**] 
 
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 I AM a ye«M ton la my UoaHa, 
 
 My ^i li abam IwMrtgr-oM, 
 ^li Na4y to Ht r llM boaoM 
 

 
 BCOrTISH SONGS. 32^ 
 
 
 I've baith bread and kitchen nae scanty, ^ 
 
 > Kiss an' daut ye an' a'. 
 
 
 An' gowns i' the fashion fu* braw : 
 
 Daut an' kiss ye an' a' ; 
 
 
 But aye there's an unco bit wantie. 
 
 Young Andro' wad think himsel' haj py 
 
 
 That fashes me mair than them a*. 
 
 To kiss an' daut ye an' a'. 
 
 
 Ripe an' ready an' a'. 
 
 
 
 Ripe an' ready an' a'. 
 
 The mom I sail speak to my father. 
 
 
 I wish I may get a bit man 
 
 To big us an inset an' spence ; 
 
 
 Afore my beauty gae wa*. 
 
 Some plenishin" syne we will gather, 
 An' get a' thing manag't wi' mense ; 
 
 
 A' day as I spin' wi' my mither. 
 
 I'll get a wheen sarks frae my mither: 
 
 
 An' lilt owre mysel' a bit sang. 
 
 Mae kail i' the yard I will plant; 
 
 
 How lasses an' lads gae thegither. 
 
 An' then, when we're buckl't thegither. 
 
 
 0, sirs, but it gars me think lang; 
 
 I'll mak' up yer unco bit want. 
 
 
 A' night syne I'm like to gang crazy. 
 
 Kiss an' daut, &c. 
 
 
 I dream, an' I row, an' I gaunt. 
 
 
 
 Whare I might be lying fu' easy. 
 
 At e'en, when wi' toilin' I'm weary. 
 
 
 Au't warna that unco bit want. 
 
 An' beasts i' the stable an' byre. 
 
 
 Ripe and ready, &c. 
 
 I'll get a bit crack wi' my dearie. 
 An' dry my pleugh hose by the fire. 
 
 
 Young Andro' comes whyles at the gloamin'. 
 
 E'en lairds, wha' in coaches are carried. 
 
 
 An' draws in a stool by my side ; 
 
 A bonnier bride canna vaunt— 
 
 
 But aye he's sae fear't for a woman. 
 
 An' Maggie, lass, when we are married. 
 
 
 That aften his liice he maun hide. 
 
 I'll mak' up your unco bit want. 
 
 
 I steave up my temper-string gayly. 
 
 Kiss an' daut, &c. 
 
 
 An' whyles a bit verse I do chaunt ; 
 
 
 
 For lasses, ye ken, maun be wylie. 
 
 Though some tak' offence at our freedom. 
 
 
 To mak' up their unco bit want. 
 
 An' raise up a quarrelsome din. 
 
 
 Ripe and ready, &c. 
 
 To gar us believe, gin we heed them. 
 That tellin' the truth is a sin> 
 
 
 I'm thinkin', some night when he's risin'. 
 
 Wi' lang chaftit modest pretences. 
 
 
 I'll mak' a bit step to the door. 
 
 They fain wad appear to be saunts ; 
 
 
 An' raise a bit crack that's enticin'. 
 
 Yet few, wha's endow 'd wi' their senses. 
 
 
 To heighten his courage a bore— 
 
 But wishes supply for their wants. 
 
 
 For gin the laddie wad kipple. 
 
 Kissin' an' dautin' an' a'. 
 
 
 Sae merrily as we will rant; 
 
 Dautin' an' kissin' an' a'. 
 
 
 The punch out o' jugs we will tipple. 
 
 There's naething been langer in fashion. 
 
 
 The night I get free o' my want. 
 
 Than kissin' an' dautin' an' a'. 
 
 
 Ripe an' ready an" a'. 
 
 
 
 Ready an' ripe an a'. 
 
 
 
 1 11 mak' a guid wife to the laddie 
 
 
 
 Gin ever he tak' me uva'. 
 
 €dm €lmt 
 
 
 ANSWER. 
 
 [This la only a fragment of an old song : the 
 
 
 Dear Maggie, I'm doubtfu' ye're jokin'. 
 
 rest is supposed to be lost. Richard Gait com- 
 
 
 I wish ye may like me sae weel ; 
 
 municated it to Johnson's Museum, where it was 
 
 
 O' luve though I ne'er yet ha'e spoken^ 
 
 Bet to music by Stephen Clarke.] 
 
 
 It fashes me sair, I watweel; 
 
 
 
 Yer cheeks are sae roun' an' sae rosey - 
 
 Chakticlekr, wi' noisy whistle, 
 
 
 Yer e'en ha'e sae witchin' a cant— 
 
 Bids the housewife rise in haste 
 
 
 Yer breath is as sweet as a posey, 
 
 Colin Clout begins to hirsle. 
 
 
 A n' fain wad I mak' up yer want. r 
 
 ^ Slawly frae his sleepless nest, 
 
 
 
 
834 
 
 OM> poor Oatm, UMm lad. 
 
 Air ftw tiM kirid ko «rt«w Mi voMm. 
 
 ■Ot tiM OfflMt !■ a l0««, 
 
 !• tiM Irtd, W r tko kMwl 
 
 Aa'a 
 
 ▲•1 
 
 Wtethiflibr •HHOategtowrin', 
 
 twwyfttlolii 
 A**oalglill«HiMdlM 
 ▲• tko dif I in 
 
 Ah, J«ny t fte y* iMi to tak* K. 
 
 tlTl^e 3Lb^ of mg HoU. 
 
 rr«M a»4 Um Mkffrtaff M«oHglMll7«pp«i«d 
 IB -TlMPOTtftillo«rBil«Mi8o^,**wtthtkotaa- 
 
 Fm« off tMo Msay ■MwaMa^ilop 
 
 To OM iwmuitle UlUt ■I>o^ 
 TbUhoMitlwaUIprtM. 
 
 xhoMr«f«vi>^"viM«b 
 TiHiMy«rtofW*«. 
 
 Nillo 
 Vmrn 
 
 
 ^vHIl vWovooChqt mv^ Hy Mv^ 
 WMkYMoMoraviMk 
 
 IliMla Mi to wlat piMo «• t»- 
 
 WvtoolkMialalllMM) 
 fW Blihft, IkM itoHlto ilw AMito Mm 
 
 Opoi llHot UmI oktoo abovo^ 
 
 A« riMp, llMU ilMto toy pitoMt riMW, 
 
 Brt^ dNMW oTIw I toto, I to**, 
 
 IrtapliiiimoflwrHtoo. 
 
 jf ir» fit atoac. 
 
 iTmra, "Ik* B^klMi Watok."] 
 Fab. te •ny, la rtm 
 
 OakB-topoaMa 
 Tko — liwlH. Iliiiilkliiki^ 
 ▲ MftantM 
 
 tiMl b wttk Oik* koMdIat, 
 ▲lldtoliiinrailkadiad 
 la yo aad plala imai ii H ii f . 
 
 Iay« ai h* (om wi wwiy wa a d, 
 Witot li tko Ikoatkt tkat iloM? 
 
 Wlwlli Ik* arlik ko priHO ? 
 )kl Iklati ki n -1 '— -"— 
 
BCOTTISn SONGS. 
 
 325 
 
 And looks he not beyond that sea. 
 Where his lov'd land is lying ? 
 
 And is it not for it that he 
 So heavily is sighing ? 
 
 Scotland ! — the word sounds as a spell. 
 
 The marks of nmgic bearing. 
 And, like a mother's voice, doth swell 
 
 Remembrances endearing — 
 Tho' rough thy shore, and cold thy clime. 
 
 Thy son, where'er he ranges,— 
 Be't by the heavy-rolling Rhine, 
 
 Or heavier-rolling Ganges, — 
 Still thinks upon thy thousand rills. 
 
 While the big tear doth gather, — 
 And longs to climb thy hoary hills. 
 
 And brush then- native heather. 
 
 ^i2 itigPaE^ _ 
 
 [Abranoed to music by John Bamett.] 
 
 Oh! welcome, dear Scotland, my country, my 
 
 home. 
 From my own native country no more will I roam ; 
 I have travelled afar, but no spot upon earth 
 Can ofifer thy blessing, dear land of my birth. 
 For riches, for honour, lor fame have I fought, 
 A portion of each with my sword have I bought; 
 But purer delights I now hasten to feel 
 At home, with my baunocSs of barley meal. 
 
 Yet, still I am ready to fight in thy cause. 
 
 To guard our good monarch, religion, and laws; 
 
 Tho' the claims of my home are, wife, children, 
 
 and ease. 
 The claims of my duty are stronger than these. 
 But call me to splendour or pleasure, oh no ! 
 The splendour I'd scorn, and the pleasure forego; 
 No dainties abroad can such comfort reveal 
 As home, and a bannock of barley meal. 
 
 Yet think me not Idle, oh ! think not but here 
 Employment I find to a parent most dear; 
 In training my children their arms for the field. 
 Their hearts for those treasures which virtue will 
 
 yield. 
 A nd oh ! when by heaven I'm summon 'd away, 
 Ity children, your mother protect and obey ; 
 And the blessing of heaven, rewarding your zeal. 
 Will sweeten your bannock of barley meal. 
 
 [Tub first stanza by Burns, the second and 
 third by an Amateur. The first stanza was ori- 
 ginally adapted to the air entitled " Charles Goiv 
 don's Welcome Home."] 
 
 Out over the Forth I look'd to the north. 
 
 But what is the north or its Hielands to me ? 
 The south nor the east bring nae ease to my breast. 
 
 The wild rocky mountains, or dark rolling sea. 
 But I look to the west, when I gae to my rest. 
 
 That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be. 
 For far in the west lives the lad I lo'e best. 
 
 The laddie that's dear to my bairnie and me. 
 
 His father he frown 'd on the love of his boyhood. 
 
 And oh ! his proud mother look'd cold upon me ; 
 But he foUow'd me aye to royhame in the shealing. 
 
 And the hills of Breadalbane rang wild wi' our 
 
 glee. [bracken, 
 
 A' ttie lang summer day, 'mid the heather and 
 
 1 joy'd in the light o' his bonuie blue e'e ; 
 I little then thought that the wide western ocean 
 
 Would be rolling the day 'tween my laddie and 
 me. 
 
 When we plighted our fkitb by the cairn on the 
 mountain. 
 
 The deer and the roe stood bride-maidens to me; 
 And my bride's tyring glass was the clear crystal 
 fountain. 
 
 What then was the warld to my laddie and me ? 
 So I look to the west, when 1 gae to my rest. 
 
 That happy my dreams and my slumbers may be; 
 For far in the west is the lad I lo'e best. 
 
 He's seeking a hame for my bairnie and me. 
 
 [Written by Geo. Macfarrew.— Set to music 
 by T. Cooke.] 
 
 Caledonians, brave and bold. 
 Heroes, never bought or sold. 
 Sons of sires, who died of old 
 
 To gild a martial story ! 
 Beauty claims the warrior's shield. 
 In her cause the death sword yield, 
 Draw and join the battle field. 
 
 On to death or glory 1 
 
326 
 
 IVIM ««»M *m dw ^loftaM ttrMb ? 
 Wkcn'k tt» *«i wooM caiV to Mb. 
 WlMB ikUMr, haibud, dM^htor, wifc, 
 
 Fw pvonpft niMi kBpMMyvr 
 
 Wb> waaM yliM wft ■■ ikmtmt 
 
 ToUtmmtumamtbmmmtaitm? 
 POTtah tlM thooshtl Maiid, nod |«v all 
 
 OntodMtborgloty! 
 
 Th>t<n>tedMUfc,bytiwrdniiM» 
 UaboMu^, wnk. aai kauy I 
 
 Baifi wbe«MKti 
 
 This wiqrU« Iter 
 
 FoUow tkM tfaroich flood aad auiM^ 
 And iboat. For diMh or glory I 
 
 Jfair in Hinrara. 
 
 [Warrm by Iho Hot. Ma. AuAaMca, of 
 Forgoo, te nomoiy of iko hito DMiMaiof O«oloa. 
 -8ti to mMlo by Joha KmM, AbovdMik] 
 
 FAta la Ktawam MooM dw NM^ 
 AadKllljro 
 
 ▲ad 
 Rcrsnl 
 
 I'balfjb 
 
 RcroyolMplMdoaakai 
 
 H«raklBd,toe»MtthoBa 
 
 ADdfafothoBModtoa 
 
 TbjboainoBoa 
 
 ro moro Wad IbrtI 
 
 NoBtortUiorv 
 
 Long, long thjr loa riudl ( 
 Htr TalM, which tboo « 
 
 Bhallloeg look ehcortoM a 
 AndgrMUMD 
 
 And oft» amid ttet 
 
 Ailghd 
 
 Budalgut pflloWf 
 aoblt J«i>«. 
 
 willow. 
 
 ^otlaill mil C^Btlff. 
 
 CWairrojt aad amaipd If OMaaa l4«i«T.] 
 Soaooflfco — a tola ^wi. 
 
 Barfijatoa 
 
 iidtkrm, 
 
 BSWtt. 
 
 Who iMaoIr boad Iko kato 
 
 Vraatovadv? 
 WlM llMt witk rwOTd aad i 
 
 Xtokohomrilbov/ 
 
 iMdika 
 oTikoo 
 
 • bcavoUlghtaadaN 
 
 Bofoarwaroqra 
 
 €it ^tiO of IfUji. 
 
 rwanrw akaal tfW by tho S*v. W«. 
 DvraAa, lUk, MlalNv« partok oT ApploganluJ 
 
 WUto wlik tktob OB giMy pUknr, 
 MMadolllorttodwotL 
 
 LoMlrla tko OM bTMOO bkiwIiV, 
 Oflf ekaunt nqr lo*»4ont Mrali^ 
 
 To Ike atrt^mWt V " " 
 Murmur udak 
 
1 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 327 
 
 
 "Twas for her, the Maid of Islay, ^ Though the heather be my bed. 
 
 
 Time flew o'er me wing'd with joy ; 
 
 BrighUy pearl'd with silvery dew. 
 
 
 'Twas for her, the cheering smile aye 
 
 There'H a tear more bright I'll shed. 
 
 
 Beam'd with rapture in my eye. 
 
 Oh! my Highland lad, for you. 
 
 
 Kot the tempest raving round me. 
 
 O'er the mountain, &c. 
 
 
 Lightning's flash, or thunder's roll. 
 
 
 
 Not the ocean's rage could wound me. 
 
 Far awa' from love and home. 
 
 
 While her image fiU'd my soul. 
 
 O'er the heath with blossom clad; 
 While the night-bird sings I'U roam. 
 
 
 Farewell, days of purest pleasure. 
 
 Oh ! for thee, my Highland lad. 
 
 
 Long your loss my heart shall mourn ! 
 
 Though the heather, &c. 
 
 
 Farewell, hours of bliss the measure. 
 
 O'er the mountain, &c. 
 
 
 Bliss that never can return. 
 
 
 
 Cheerless o'er the wild heath wand'ring. 
 
 
 
 Cheerless o'er the wave-worn shore. 
 
 
 
 On the past with sadness pond'ring. 
 
 
 
 Hope's Ikir visions charm no more. 
 
 fT^e tJj^©^ d <^xui%k4m. 
 
 
 • 
 
 [Written by Tannahill, and set to music by 
 his friend James Barr of KUbarchan. Both the 
 
 
 lionnato 1^ m mm2. 
 
 words and air are sweet and natural. Cralgie-lea 
 lies to the north-west of Paisley, but its rural 
 beauties have been of late years encroached on by 
 
 
 O'er the braes and o'er the bum 
 
 the erection of a gas-work in its vicinity.] 
 
 
 Jessy strays baith night and morn. 
 
 
 
 Watching for her love's return 
 
 Thou bonnie wood of^raigie-lea. 
 
 
 From a distant shore. 
 
 Thou bonnie wood of Craigie-lea, 
 
 
 But, alas ! she looks in vain; 
 
 Near thee I pass'd life's early day, 1 
 
 
 He will ne'er return again ; 
 
 And won my Mary's heart in thee. 
 
 
 For in battle he was sLiin— 
 
 
 
 Donald is no more. 
 
 The broom, the brier, the birken bush. 
 
 
 For in battle, &c. 
 
 Bloom bonnie o'er the flowery lea, 
 An' a' the sweets that ane can wish 
 
 
 Hope awhile her bosom cheers— 
 
 Frae nature's hand, are strew'd on thee. 
 
 
 Boothes her doubts, allays her fears— 
 
 Thou bonnie wood, &c. 
 
 
 Btill her cheek is bathed in tears— 
 
 
 
 StUl her heart is sore. 
 
 Far ben thy dark-green planting's shade. 
 
 
 Vainly does she, night and morn. 
 
 The cushat ci-oodles am'rously. 
 
 
 I'ace the dreary braes and burn. 
 
 The mavis, down thy buchted glade. 
 
 
 Watching for her love's return- 
 
 Gars echo ring frae every tree. 
 
 
 Donald is no more. 
 
 Thou bonnie wood, <Scc. 
 
 
 For in battle, &c. 
 
 Awa', ye thoughtless, murd'ring gang. 
 
 
 
 Wha tear the nestlings ere they flee ! 
 They'll sing you yet a canty sang. 
 
 
 &u t^e m^namitHiE. 
 
 Then, in pity let them be ! 
 Thou bonnie wood, &c. 
 
 
 O'ER the mountain, o'er the lea. 
 
 When winter blaws in sleety showers. 
 
 
 With my kilt and Saxon plnid. 
 
 Frae aff the Norlan' hills sae hie. 
 
 
 And my tartan bonnet wee. 
 
 He lightly skiffs thy bonnie bowers. 
 
 
 Will I seek my Highland lad. 
 
 As laith to harm a flower in thee. 
 
 
 O'er tlie mountain, &c. ^ 
 
 % Thou bonnie wood. See, 
 
 
 1 
 
828 
 
 MidmM«nffaMOT«klhalMk 4 ^ 
 
 Or ««rlkt wU* AllMrtto n»} 
 
 [WBimDi hf TAtmAm n t . Bt H to mn^ 
 lLA.ftnlth.] 
 
 Tbrt ftM tito wOdwnd I iMd p«^ 
 Town 
 
 TiMMMMhWI 
 I««««lBprtH 
 
 ■ tawt MaapiVar *MN, 
 
 
 M 7 boMri* lid «M teM« aiff , 
 Tailed M tiM ffMNr MUow. 
 
 Or wiMk^ M rod^ ifciMift 
 Tat av* 1 hoft fcr kliN«Br«, 
 
 Aad altoa ty tb* wMdkuid I 
 
 ft famous maft. 
 
 (TmswaflilBtrodaMdhi Uw ■iliiiiri oym 
 •f^Bobfiogr." TIm «oHi an tokM, wMk ■oma 
 altHaHoM. IhMi a poaai Iqr WouawMtra, «rit> 
 ton OB vkltliV Bob B<91 tmva.] 
 
 Itokavkahaaathava, 
 
 ABd wMI^M Biy k ftwtoraaw, 
 
 Tk* a^lt ha li tad akawB. 
 
 Aad Bab, aad Bab b kfd batow. 
 
 AtMBIBiiaB,dWb 
 
 Wiu&*it t^ 4f land. 
 
 (Iir taMattaB afOwdH.) 
 Caov^r «M8 flto iMdarttalMdypaM ttMK 
 
 A r*aooa BMB «aa BoMb Baod. 
 
 Tha iBflMl tel]ad.ib«v^J«y, 
 But SaallaBd hM a ahM« food, 
 
 Bbahaa^ikahMlMrbeldRobBay. ^ 
 
 WbM« tha y«aa «r tfea taa« ftv apa hBdl itoad. 
 " ariha 
 
 aaa p«a aa Iha paaa ar tha «B, 
 
 - itaattilrtaHiiiMaft^ay 
 
 ^k «ha hMidarMf ilMi^ IlilhalMid afavyaa*. 
 
 (M. 
 
 Aad b than aa ahavBi to oar o«B BalHa aMih ? 
 DotaaatoltoiiaaiaitaBthtptoaaafaartofth^ 
 Art tha btoa hOli ar AlbyB Bot ««vtlqr sv aato ^ 
 

 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 329 
 
 Then strike the wild lyre, let it sweU with the^ 
 
 
 strain ; 
 
 
 
 Let the mighty in arms live and conquer again ; 
 Their past deeds of valour shall we not rehearse. 
 
 ^5e foc^ ipicimT©^^. 
 
 
 And the charms of our maidens resound in our 
 
 
 
 verse ? 
 
 My love is like the wee primrose 
 
 That smirks sae sweet beneath the thorn. 
 That modest keeks out frae the leaves. 
 
 An' sips the sweets frae dewy mom. 
 
 
 Ill mlm a Uuuth 
 
 I met her in my early walk. 
 
 As by the verdant woods I stray'd, 
 WTiaur nought but artless melody 
 
 
 [This and the six succeeding songs originally 
 
 Had ever charm'd her fragrant shade. 
 
 
 appeared, under different signatures, in "The 
 
 
 
 Literary Reporter," a weekly miscellany edited. 
 
 A bumie poppled by her bower. 
 
 
 published and printed, at Glasgow, by John 
 
 Whaur nature made a foggy seat- 
 
 
 Graham, in 1822-3, in 2 vols.— The author of the 
 
 While resting there she look'd and smiled. 
 
 
 first wtiich we give was William Bennie.] 
 
 And aye I felt my bosom beat. 
 I press'd her, smiling, to my lips— 
 
 
 I'LL twine a wreath, I'll twine a wreath. 
 
 Though she was laith, I pree'd her mou' ; 
 
 
 A garland for thy head— 
 
 And oh, sae sweet, sae virgin pure !— 
 
 
 The green, green leaves that fkncy weaves 
 
 'Twas hinny mix'd wi' draps o' dew. 
 
 
 Shall balmy fragrance shed ; 
 
 
 
 The blooming flowers from sylvan bowers 
 
 Whan gowden clouds float at the dawn. 
 
 
 Shall show a thousand dyes 
 
 I view the spot whaur Mary dwell*— 
 
 
 Around thy brow, like coloured bow 
 
 That rural spot whaur spotless love 
 
 
 That girds the summer skies. 
 
 Speaks to the heart which ardent swells. 
 May nae rude haun molest her youth- 
 
 
 The heather-bell, from cliff and feU, 
 
 May nae vile e'e disturb her hame— 
 
 
 I'll seek where zephyr blows; 
 
 Whan ocht unmodest enters there. 
 
 
 At early mom, from off the tlwrn. 
 
 May innocence put guilt to shame. 
 
 
 I'll cull the new-blown rose ; 
 
 
 
 And lily pale, from verdant vale, 
 
 
 
 That bends beneath the storm. 
 
 
 
 Emblem of you, all bathedin dew. 
 And spotless as thy form. 
 
 M^^m mmmtx*^ mn. 
 
 
 These, wreathed and bound, shall circle round, 
 
 When summer's sun shone warm and bright. 
 
 
 Thy lovely brow of white. 
 
 "And saft the Avestlan' breezes blew," 
 
 
 Where glossy hair in tresses fair. 
 
 As faur a maiden met my sight 
 
 
 Lilce clouds of summer night. 
 
 As ever poet's fancy drew. 
 
 
 Thine eyes o'ershade,— oh, lovely maid ! 
 
 'Twas on the banks of Locher's stream. 
 
 
 These eyes that oft beguile 
 
 Where roses bloom'd in a' their pride. 
 
 
 And charm my heart with magic art— 
 
 I saw this lass— so fair her mein— 
 
 
 So sweet thy dimpling smile. 
 
 She might ha'e been a monarch's bride. 
 
 
 This garland gay will soon decay 
 
 Though violets there did flourish fair. 
 
 
 And lose its lovely hue ; 
 
 An' on their blades hung draps o' dew; 
 
 
 But soul and heart shall rather part 
 
 These sparkling gems outrivalled were 
 
 
 Before I part from you. 
 
 By " her twa een sae bonnie blue." 
 
 
 This wreath will fade, ah, lovely maid! 
 
 Her lovely eyes' resplendent beam. 
 
 
 With leaves and blossoms wove; 
 
 Was far too bright for me to bear : 
 
 
 But age or care can ne'er impair 
 
 1 I turned, abashed, and in the stream 
 
 
 My heart's unchanging love. { 
 
 ^ Beheld her form^ divinely fair. 
 
 
 
 
330 
 
 A 
 
 BMOBf to IMT fey Loctet^ itd*. 
 
 Had eooM to ftait LoateTfe d 
 
 MyMwIaowiMntlip' 
 lterth«lBHwOlMW» 
 
 tthiilMifef I 
 
 WiiniB KiHto ftos tojolB flto ayaa» 
 TlMm Uf«i « tot wiMw hMMrt ptU« 
 QuinMMh wf a* tk* ktotm M%- 
 ItoliAi 
 
 Hit cfcMki ■!• «^ii «r no^r kMb 
 Hb «ta an «* Um boMlHl Mmi 
 But, oh • hi* haut, H It mm tfMb 
 I loT* mj galUat wavw. 
 
 LM othM ««4 fcr ah* a^ fHT t 
 Ola w* CM hMlth, I lM>t MM tar. 
 Thai poOTtllh CTv wlB aooM aar 
 Mjr ifc l w l ton, Iha i ww . 
 
 TwOl kaip ■■ blytha ftaa BMfB m «l 
 And happtoHi win Mm W tolghft 
 Upun mjr 
 
 Whan wtotf7 ^*ia^ MaaaaM aD4 ttm, 
 Mak' a' Um teo* «* aatan ma. 
 At •'•o. a caatar flra 101 hat 
 To fihaar mj gaUasi wnaww 
 
 ThrnhMtoyStTtaM: oh«lMtoyAt| 
 Brinf rooad tha dajr m to hia hffUa, 
 Than amoothljr awaat tha houa wlD glUa 
 O**? Jaania mad har wa a » « . 
 
 flltoas to tit mmdnim. 
 
 CWauuiOftak] 
 
 MM a haaUh-towaa li ttara to to toMd { 
 It Ufa M If aau udv «totor» daffc jaha, 
 
 WhUa tha iVal^ dariM Iha aanaiy anrad. 
 Thatff«ahaaa>*grt»Mtoih»il» 'Milmay 
 
 Bat thto li tha |mu« "MMh aTMiv^ 
 Ifl atoy to aan^ wtalth, a graaa IV (Bl to»^- 
 
 A«f to IfcB ■ iia !■!■ I, — f I 
 
 TiMgk to haalth ha hM haas a «IU « 
 
 Vcr «a afh mMV lhai«h afW a hoM 
 
 WMh MM aUarat a traa hichhwd 4li 
 
 wtthfa 
 
 laad 
 
 •.tl»iV«V; 
 
 A«vy to Iha aMMftoki^ totoF I 
 
 la *a hMii afflM kAi ito Iha iMAm «r hMllh, 
 
 lalhiuaii to aaUtoiiM affnuidawi 
 Thatw— w Irtw, —4 ■iiaalihi m> atowd with 
 
 »-» laM47 hi mMM af tor aplasdov. 
 iftaa «y to tor, 'Math tha hBpalM of ftari 
 
 Atoy to Iha ■ na itotBii wy 
 
 (WiujAJi Blais, ItoatatoBac) 
 
 Amu» Iha toMPaak aafei *• il^, 
 
 AM wafhlM, dtariy aaaa I 
 Aad itoMMT vl*«a «1' aanqrief 
 
 Har fowaagr vato •■ graaa. 
 Bat, ah i Iha atauaani bertha iMarm. 
 
 la n u mm i prtdaanard. 
 Vaa aMlr eaa ahaar thiB haart fttflara, 
 
 Ovahanar 
 
 Mj ma l»M Ml bf CkwBr% alda^ 
 
 That Altai dajr>-ah. «•• hatlda 
 Tto amal teathraaM ipMrl 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 231 
 
 
 His bonnet blue is fallen now ; ^ The merry fawn in wanton play. 
 
 
 
 And bluidy is the plaid 
 
 Chasing his twin down the sunny brae,— 
 
 
 
 That aften, on the mountain's brow. 
 
 Each thing of life with wilding glee. 
 
 
 
 Has wrapt his Highland Maid. 
 
 Shadows the bliss that waits for thee.— 
 
 Cheerly, Soldier! 
 
 
 
 My litther's sheeling on the hUl 
 
 
 
 
 Is dowie now and sad ; 
 
 
 
 
 The breezes whisper round me still. 
 
 
 
 
 I've lost my Highland Lad. 
 Upon Culloden's fatal heath 
 
 (^fDBIim' ti)T©' t|i? t^^* 
 
 
 
 He spake o' me, they said. 
 
 
 
 
 And faltered, wi' his dying breath. 
 
 [Thb original old words of " Comin' thro' the 
 
 
 
 "Adieu, my Highland Maid !" 
 
 rye," or " Gin a body meet a body," cannot be 
 satisfactorily traced. There are many different 
 
 
 
 The weary nicht for rest I seek ; 
 
 versions of the song. Some sets embrace such 
 
 
 
 The langsorae day I mourn ; 
 
 verses as the following : 
 
 
 
 The smile upon my withered cheek 
 
 Gin a body meet a body 
 
 
 
 Can never mair return : 
 
 Comin' frae the well. 
 
 
 
 But soon beneath the sod I'll lie 
 
 Gin a body kiss a body- 
 
 
 
 In yonder lonely glade; 
 
 Need a body tell ? 
 
 
 
 Then, haply, some may weep an* sigh— 
 
 Ilka Jenny has her Jocky, 
 
 
 
 "Adieu, sweet Highland Maid I" 
 
 Ne'er a ane ha'e I ; 
 But a' the lads they look at me— 
 And what the waur am I ? 
 
 
 
 
 Gin a body meet a body, 
 
 Comin' frae the town, (or thro' the broom,) 
 
 
 
 €^|)Wii;Ig, ^d^icr. 
 
 Gin a body kiss a body- 
 Need a body gloom ? &c. 
 The follovring is the version which is given in 
 
 
 
 Cheerlt, Soldier! the gladdening sun 
 
 Johnson's Museum, and which passed through 
 
 
 
 Springs over Albyn's mountains dun. 
 
 the hands of Burns. The air fonns, with slight 
 
 
 
 Purples each peak, and bravely now 
 
 variation, the tliird and fourth strains of the 
 
 
 
 Rests his flaming targe on the Grampians' brow. 
 
 strathspey called "The Miller's Daughter," in 
 
 
 
 Smiles o'er the land of the rock and tarn. 
 
 Gow'8 first CoUection.] 
 
 
 
 Of thine infant's couch, of thy father's cairn— 
 
 
 
 
 The land of the race of dauntless mood. 
 
 Coming through the rye, poor body. 
 
 
 
 ^\'ho grasp thy hand in brotherhood.— 
 
 Coming through the rye, 
 
 
 
 Cheerly, Soldier! 
 
 She draiglet a' her petticoatie. 
 Coming through the rye. 
 
 
 
 Cheerly, Soldier ! gladsome meeting. 
 
 Oh Jenny's a' wat, poor body. 
 
 
 
 The warm Sivlute, the victor's greeting. 
 
 Jenny's seldom dry; 
 
 
 
 Await thee. Now in blazing hall. 
 
 She draiglet a' her petticoatie. 
 
 
 
 Go thread the maze of the flowery ball ; 
 
 Coming through the rye. 
 
 
 
 Encircled fond by a kindred throng. 
 
 
 
 
 Tell of glories past— pour the heart-warm song; 
 
 Gin a body meet a body- 
 
 
 
 Or on yon blue hills the roe pursue 
 
 Coming through the rye. 
 
 
 
 With the sweep of the jovial view-halloo.— 
 
 Gin a body kiss a body- 
 
 
 
 Cheerly, Soldier! 
 
 Need a body cry ? 
 
 
 
 Cheerly, Soldier! she who loves thee 
 
 Gin a body meet a body 
 
 
 
 Blythe welcome sings 'neath the trj'sting tree : 
 
 Coming through the glen. 
 
 
 
 On the breeze of mom the heath-cock dancing. 
 
 Gin a body kiss a body— 
 
 
 
 On the gleaming lake the white swan glancing, , 
 
 ^ Need the warld ken? 
 
 
 
339 
 
 BOOTTUB aovoa 
 
 Oa Jtmmf^ m* wai, poor bodj; 
 jMuqrli Hidfloi dry • 
 
 OBBli« amgh tiw IT*. 
 
 0amin' t^ro' tit rge. 
 
 {Modem thMtrkii vwiIob.] 
 
 Out a bo4f omH b bedf 
 OmlB* thfoogklka lytb 
 
 Olaabodjkkiabo4y. 
 VMd a body cry f 
 
 A Wkw y« IMV Id |W Iww taaw lowm, 
 
 |{ AadkMUllVlMMM, 
 
 I O. dkuM, iamkt, look •» Umb, 
 
 For I oooM M1W Mdo Iho IM^ 
 TiMt yo>A 10/% SBlr tfeaa m 
 
 ▲ad O, I^ wo, Mf hMrt «Poi 
 Glaio^dpRwoMMlOMi 
 
 (*'Taanoalorilbaai,«Mk i 
 
 Haat,UMgraiy,ha>tIf 
 Tot a* tho lada tliiy mOo at mo, 
 Vnmm oomia* throagh tbo ryo. 
 Anaaf tho tnda thora b a twala 
 
 IdoarlyloMmyHUi 
 Bat whaar bio bamo. or what hh tm 
 I (liana can to tUL 
 
 Ola a body oMOt a body* 
 
 I iinitethoMawofioMM, oHhiolpihM 
 
 fa« a ifgM 10 thai of aatvoa, dte «ao ailiha 
 
 Olaabodygnotaho4y, 
 Voodahodyftoini? 
 
 Tot a' tho late thiy aaOo al M^ 
 Whoo oooBlB' thrai«h tho lyaw 
 AoMuw tho tnia thooo to a oooilB, 
 
 IdMilylo^aaByorfli 
 Bat wbaar hk bamo, or what hto aoa 
 
 0(» l)inna aj&li me. 
 
 (DumAfw— Taao, " Oooiia' throagh tho lya."] 
 
 Oa i dinoa aA mo ftn I le'o thooi 
 
 Troth, I dauma tell s 
 Dinoa oak mo gin I le'o yot 
 
 Aoklto'rMiiwl'. 
 
 Ob i dlnna look «o Mir at mo. 
 
 For wool yo koa no tnio; 
 O, gia yo look no tair at mo^ 
 
 Xdaanwlookatyou. 
 
 M la tho oM w«i«i to Mm popalw laao or «aor 
 tho MMh* aaaat Om hMthor.'"— JMH % Mr 
 
 TW bMilt kot hor rilhoa Hwod. 
 
 Tho aHOr I prtoM hw boaalo moa*. 
 Tho aalr 1 wtoh^ hor te av dMfta. 
 
 ▲ad O bat I WW aaoa ohowloi 
 
 Tho oaoed WM tiat, a watt a dny I 
 rte Birth WM hvaX 10 bllrt aad Mnr oU 
 
 I prMM>A hir iMad, iho olgb-d. I woa^d. 
 
 Aad opterM, What gan yo •ob, aiy doario ? 
 
 qaoth aho, I>o loot way oUhoa MMOdi 
 
 Vao toagif aMara, aer look oao d 
 m bay yoa an* thot^ twie* 00 good, 
 aa If yoaH onnwnt to bo ay doarto. 
 

 
 1 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. £33 
 
 
 Quoth she, If you will aye be mine, 
 
 il He praised my een sae bonnie blue, 
 
 
 Nae mair the snood shall make me dreary: 
 
 Sae lily-white my skin, 0, 
 
 
 I vow'd, I seal'd, and bless the time. 
 
 And syne he prie'd my bonnie mou', 
 
 
 That in the broom I met my dearie. 
 
 And said it was nae sin, 0. 
 And twine it weel, &c. 
 
 
 
 But he has left the lass he loo'd. 
 
 
 Mm Et^Jik bitj) mt. 
 
 His own true love forsaken ; 
 Which gars me sair to greet the snood, 
 1 lost amang the breckan. 
 
 
 [From a email tract entitled, " Love : by J. 0. 
 
 And twine it weel, &c. 
 
 
 Denovan :" Printed for the author at Edinburgh 
 
 
 
 in 1826. Denovan was the son of a printer in 
 
 
 
 Edinburgh, where he was born in 1798. Some 
 
 
 
 years of his early life were spent at sea, but latter- 
 
 
 
 ly he supported himself by a small business of his 
 
 
 
 own, in his native city, as a cofifee -roaster. He 
 died in 1827.] 
 
 ^it ^m^2t ni £iU. 
 
 
 The lark hath sought his grassy home. 
 
 Therb was a wee cooper who lived in Fife, 
 
 
 The bee her eglantine ; 
 
 Nickity, nackity, noo, noo, noo. 
 
 
 The silver lamps, in yon blue dome, 
 
 And he ban gotten a gentle wife. 
 
 
 Have just begun to shine ; 
 
 Hey Willie Wallacky, how John Dougall, 
 
 
 Then rest awhile with me, love, with me, love. 
 
 Alane, quo' rushety, roue, roue, roue. 
 
 
 Then rest awhile with me, love, 
 
 
 
 This breast wiU pillow thine. 
 
 She wadna bake, nor she wadna brew, 
 Nickety, &c. 
 
 
 The breeze that steals so softly by 
 
 For the spoiling o' her comely hue, 
 
 
 Hath caught the rose's kiss : ; 
 
 Hey Willie, &c. 
 
 
 The tear that wets the lily's eye ^^ 
 
 — 
 
 
 Is but a drop of bliss. 
 
 She wadna card, nor she wadna spin. 
 
 
 Then rest awhile with me, love, with me, love. 
 
 Nickety, &c. 
 
 
 Then rest awhile with me, love. 
 
 For the shaming o* her gentle kin. 
 
 
 Home ne'er had charms like this. 
 
 Hey WUlie, &c. 
 
 
 
 She wadna wash, nor she wadna wring, 
 Nickety, &c. 
 
 
 ^^im fewl t^t plai^Oo 
 
 For the spoiling o' her gouden ring. 
 Hey WUlie, &c. 
 
 
 [This song cannot be traced in any of the 
 
 The cooper's awa' to his woo pack, 
 
 
 earlier collections. It appears, however, in John- 
 
 Nickety, &c. 
 
 
 son's Museum, vol. 1. 1787. There is a plaintive 
 
 And has laid a sheep skin on his wife's back, 
 
 
 old air given in Oswald's collection, (1735-42,) 
 
 Hey Willie, &c. 
 
 
 with the title, " The lassie lost her silken snood."] , 
 
 It's I'll no thrash ye for your proud kin. 
 
 
 0, 1 HA'E lost my silken snood, 
 
 Nickety, &c. 
 
 
 That tied my hair sae yellow ; 
 
 But I will thrash my ain sheep skin. 
 
 
 I've gi'en my heart to the lad I loo'd. 
 
 Hey WUlie, &c. 
 
 
 lie was a gallant fellow. 
 
 
 
 And twine it weel, my bonnie dow. 
 
 Oh ! I win bake and I will brew. 
 
 
 And twine it weel the plaiden ; 
 
 Nickety, &c. 
 
 
 The lassie lost her silken snood, 
 
 And never mair think on my comely hue. 
 
 
 In pu'ing 0* the breckan. ^ 
 
 X, Hey WUUe, &c. 
 
 
 ■ 1 
 
S34 
 
 Oh! I win cud nd I wflliptai, 
 
 Aa4 M«w a^r Oriak oo a«y ■Hill* fete. 
 
 Okl I« 
 
 II« 
 
 Airf arrar BMir tMak M ay foaAM >teg, 
 B^r WBll*,te. 
 
 ▲•/•wkaha** 
 
 VkkMj.Md .. , 
 8Md |« fcr tiM «M aoovv a^ FMb, 
 
 *€:^e bonnic tel) ribbon. 
 
 4 TW^^^tMliwtekttMarWytawfei^' 
 ■• Mmm l» ■» te iii A kir» 
 OkanrivWBIKkM^M. 
 WkM k* hut 0M Ui «li M*k 
 
 T» k«r fete ili« a «i[^ air. 
 
 HaMliHa^Wt liimilirtr, 
 Ttaftte a flMMMA •« Am Mi«b 
 
 Wtea WW* «rti Mi «li ajn» 
 Lm tfraaa «ro«i o^ a ataMT aIgM, 
 
 ▲ tg teliwa. alMfei^ lfe« K 
 Mr I «nM #» « Mmteg «iK 
 
 Wr WM» Mi4 Mi ali aiHb 
 
 AlhMcal 
 
 ft— nwMiw%,«a4awa',aaitii|| 
 fciinaa j ■■>< iMak a Manna fedl 
 Wad MBTM Mf wmii^ «% •>•. 
 
 An' down la Bl. Jehnateo, a* biaw a 
 ▲ boaali nd itbboa ka fa>i ma. 
 
 aMMM ttnaMtaafediakadk, 
 
 That aai lad aa tka HMaa ha fM aa. 
 
 Or whaia luMV and »lik« to airay aMi 
 Andtill,aralaii awl iX >■<!>■>* >w^ 
 Ta Iha beaala rad ribtaa ka «a% aMb 
 
 Bat Aarttj, aema ar'alnt aaant Ika Mil daa. 
 Low down In kla grava wfU I lay AM t 
 
 «]ma Md a* Ika aarroaa 1 aaAr adlaa I 
 Aa* tka boaal* rad ribboa ka ■»>• aMb 
 
 SBiUU toi' \\t iois a.jtt. 
 
 [William CMALKcaa.] 
 
 On, aaw jr» WUUa fraa tha waal^ 
 Oh, aaw ya WUIIa la hia flaa^ 
 
 Ok, mwf Wmia ftaa tka waal. 
 Wkan ka kad fot kiB wig aitaa ^ 
 
 Aad nati aad laan aaatfaaaOy, 
 no Uk «wk^ aad. tka ra>y waaaa 
 
 aai« dMk-adHa WUHi^ algii ajaaw 
 
 ®, iDbijulf . 
 
 [TaaMrayM *0. wkMte,aad ni ram* m 
 yaa, ai y lad," aa a awy d fey J aka Ikrnaa, a 
 
 ikalMtaMtaiy. yKarfh kHiiiiiil H lato kh 
 aaada apan af "Yka Tmm faMhr," aeiad at 
 OMaatOwdnhitrML *• iMa* lava li tka piM, 
 miara IT I aaa,- k Iha apiaing af tka aoag to 
 wfeiakHlilkiiiiliilil SvaaawvatotwaaMi 
 araaatotoMMlii i iliilikig tka aaiaa af tka 
 
 aTaa^taatoBMwatM 
 
 Mnaaaat t^ atooa d i 
 
 L 
 
 O, vaiarta, aad m aeaM to yoa, any lad. 
 O, wklMK aad 111 aana to yoa, aiy lad, 
 Th(f fclkv aad aillhar and •• abaald gaa nwi, 
 O, wkMIs aad 111 aona to yoa, «y kid. 
 
 AadaoaaaMfaa 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 335 
 
 II. 
 
 O, WHISTLE, and I'll come to you, my lad; 
 O, whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad ; 
 Tho' father, and mother, and a' should gae mad, 
 O, whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad. 
 
 But warily tent, when you come to court me. 
 And come na unless the back-yett be a-jee ; 
 Syne up the back-stile, and let nae body see. 
 And come as ye were na comin' to me. 
 And come as ye were na comin' to me. 
 O, whistle, &c. 
 
 At kirk or at market, whene'er ye meet me. 
 Gang by me as though that ye cared na a flie ; 
 But steal me a blink o' your bonnie black e'e. 
 Yet look as ye were na lookin' at me. 
 Yet look as ye were na lookin' at me. 
 O, whistle, &c. 
 
 Aye vow and protest that ye care na for me. 
 And whyles ye may lichtly my beauty a wee ; 
 But court na anither, though jokin' ye be. 
 For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me. 
 For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me. 
 O, whistle, &C. 
 
 [The first stanza of this song was a fragment 
 by Tannahili.: the rest has been happily added by 
 Alkx. Rodoer. — Tune, " O, whistle, and I'll 
 come to you, my lad."] 
 
 CoaiE hame to your lingels, ye ne'er-do-weel loon, 
 YouTe the king o' the dyvours, the talk o' the town, 
 Sae soon as the Munonday morning comes in. 
 Your wearifu' daidling again maun begin. 
 Gudewife, you're a skillet, your tongue's just a bell, 
 To the peace o' gude fallows it rings the death -knell. 
 But clack till ye deafen auld Barnaby's mill. 
 The souter shall aye ha'e his Munonday's yiU. 
 
 Come hame to your lap-stane, come hame to your 
 
 last. 
 It's a bonnie affair that your family maun fast. 
 While you and your crew here a-guzzling maun sit, 
 Ye daised drunken gude-for-nocht heir of the pit; 
 Justleuk, how I'm gaun without stocking or shoe. 
 Your bairns a' in tatters, an' fotherleas too, 
 An' yet, quite content, like a sot, ye'U sit still. 
 Till your kyte's like to crack, wi' your Munonday's 
 
 yllL 
 
 I tell you, gudewife, gin you baud na your clack, 
 I'll lend you a reestle wi' this owre your back; 
 Maun we be abused an' aflronted by you, 
 Wi' siccan foul names as " loon," "dyvour," an' 
 
 " crew?" 
 Come hame to your lingels, this instant come 
 
 hame. 
 Or I'll redden your face, gin ye've yet ony shame. 
 For I'll bring a' the bairns, an' we'll just ha'e our 
 
 fill. 
 As weel as yoursel', o' your Munonday's yill. 
 
 Gin that be the gate o't, sirs, come, let us Ftir, 
 What need we sit here to be pestered by her ? 
 For she'll plague an* affront us as far as she can : 
 Did ever a woman sae bother a man ? 
 Frae yill house to yill bouse she'll after us rin. 
 An' raise the hale town wi' her yelpin' and din ; 
 Come, ca' the gudewife, bid her bring in her bill, 
 I see I maun quat takin' Munonday's yill. 
 
 [In Herd's collection the following fragment is 
 preserved : 
 
 I ha'e layen three herring a-sa't ; 
 
 Bonnie lasa, gin ze'U tak' me, tell me now ; 
 And I ha'e brew'n three pickles o' ma't. 
 And I canna cum ilka day to woo. 
 To woo, to woo, to lilt and to woo. 
 And I canna cum ilka day to woo. 
 
 I ha'e a wee calf that wad fain be a cow ; 
 
 Bonnie lass, gin ze'U tak' me, tell me now; 
 I ha'e a grice that wad fain be a sow. 
 And I canna cum ilka day to woo. 
 To woo, to woo, &c. 
 From this fragment, James Tytleb, otherwise 
 called Balloon Tytler, of whon\ we have spoken in 
 previous notes, constructed the following song, 
 which, with its lively air, is given in the third 
 volume of Johnson's Museum. Mr. Mackay, of 
 the Edinburgh theatre, used to sing the song 
 with pawkie glee, and was instrumental in ren- 
 dering it popular.] 
 
 I ha'e laid a herring in saut, 
 Lass gin ye lo'e me tell me now ! 
 I ha'e brew'd a forpet o' maut. 
 An' I canna come ilka day to woo. 
 
SS6 
 
 BOOTTJBB SOVOfl. 
 
 I haM a calf will MM bt » «nr. 
 Lam glB /• Io^ aw Icll m* now ! 
 I !»*• m pit wQl won Iw • aow, 
 ▲a' X eaana coom Uka day to woo. 
 
 I*** a hoow on joodar nMb» 
 La« ffte J* Vy* m* tell mo BOW ! 
 
 ikn' I eaoaa MnM Uka dajr to woo. 
 I ha^ a bat an' I ha'« a bra, 
 Laa gin |« krt BM tott mo DOW I 
 I Im** thrw ehkkMM an' a iu bn, 
 
 IT* a bM wT a iMppMr lig* 
 Lam (tin jrt 1o^ BM tab* OM aow I 
 Wbkrb Uka day lay* BM as tn, 
 An' IcannaooaMOkadajrtowoo. 
 I ba% a hritbndi apes nqr riMir, 
 La« glB yo lo** OM lak* DM aow 
 I downa mU U a' myaHf) 
 An'I« 
 
 VuHi*$ SBLMAn^. 
 
 [Tan Mag* « 
 or HcoUaad, WM Am pftDlil hitl 
 or Davy Bm4% aollMliaD. 177^ i 
 oMvtiMBtlMtdato. VotUaf b I 
 aatbor. ThataMDMAlabanaglaaaali 
 tial,b«lDDlac 
 
 Won put Ibt ihwp-tead iB llM pal, 
 Uorna and a' tbtfltlMr, *«.] 
 
 A* PalU can* «p fta* tbo gtm, 
 Drivte* bia woddm bdbra him, 
 
 H* BMi boDDli Mat gaaflac bBa»- 
 HMbaaaty was Mho fcr town BOW M 
 
 O MaoK bMib dteaa ya h 
 
 O Fatto. faMl, wte tell'd y* Ihaiy 
 I taow & Bowa thaTw bna HaBlr< 
 
 I'm nao to bo OMniad tbo yoar, 
 Tboagh I aboold bo ooorted by twontyl 
 
 Vow, Maolt. wbat fanyo to tont? 
 It t >BaDM that I ba'ODa a DMlloa y 
 
 Tho lad thai has gaar naodna want 
 
 KlfBoralMillaDa. ^ 
 
 If y dad 
 
 And; 
 AadthatwUboplMliror 
 
 ltea,Mi«|la.boi 
 Woal. Paila. hid. I 
 
 Btt iM y« Dwaa iVaIr at My «aft 
 YoBlo ^alto aa woal bam aa Bm, 
 
 Aad I OMUM Mf bBl rM fM4^ 
 
 Wa ba^ walth 0^ yafB la alaw^ 
 
 To BMk* DM a oaa aad a JlDVajr* 
 A ad plaUlD* OMnah to bo toowa- 
 
 Qiri gat yo. I ihHHi OMhDp yal 
 Vow li^ ih* y«, D^ boBDia M« I 
 
 I<to a^M lai a aauMldB ai* aa yo I 
 May my Back bo aa bwf aa Dqr hi^ 
 
 IT I bo as 01 hmbaad aato y« i 
 
 Baa fBBg yoBT way* hamo anai BOW t 
 Mak* laady fla iMa day MlaaD day 
 
 And ton yow ibihar ftao BMb 
 inbahlig 
 
 r iho biBalor B woathM} 
 kDd a' tha gBlto rf^lB* riM ma, 
 ft ton Iho Be«a to hw ibihar. 
 
 BoH BO bo of ilMt aUad OS iaaiiV 
 Thorns aao tar or thai, far Magi 
 
 rbr 1 91ft a btH aa tha boaa^. 
 Aad whaft waa Iha aMMtov a^ Ihaft? 
 
 It WM aaathlmi oaft or Mi poohat. 
 
 AamywoawhOaaAmthal. 
 
 WW aam* to oar MBte bat Pblla » 
 P wm ^ ap la a bmw aow ooal. 
 
 Aad www baft ha« 
 
 Bli boaaaft wM tmia ftaa aow. 
 And tai It a loor aad a aHtttab 
 
 To draw la a rtbboa aao Moo. 
 Tto bab aft tha aaak or hii ooaHa. 
 
 Oriad.1 
 
 Or I wtah Ift may riv* tea tho flggta' 
 Vow dmw la yoar aaaft, aad rfftdea«, 
 
 Aad triH a' yoar aowo to a hmiyi 
 Aad hMto yo, Mag, aad bo daai^ 
 

 
 
 
 bCOTTlSU SONGS. 337 
 
 
 Quoth I'atie, My news is na thrang ; ^ 
 
 ( He has coft me a rokelay o* blue. 
 
 
 
 Yestreen 1 was wi' his honour j 
 
 And a pair o* mittens o* green ; 
 
 
 
 I've tiv'en three rigs o' braw land. 
 
 The price was a kiss o' my mou' ; 
 
 
 
 And bound myself under a bonourt 
 
 And I paid him the debt yestreen. 
 
 
 
 And, now, my errand to you. 
 
 
 
 
 Is for Maggie to help me to labour ; 
 
 Let ithers brag weel o' their gear, 
 
 
 
 Cut I'm fear'd we'll need your best cow. 
 
 Their land, and their lordly degree { 
 
 
 
 Because that our haddin's but sober. 
 
 I carena for aught but my dear. 
 For he's ilka thing lordly to me: 
 
 
 
 Quoth William, To harl ye through. 
 
 His words are sae sugai"d, sae sweet ' 
 
 
 
 I'U be at the cost o' the bridal i 
 
 His sense drives ilk fear fer awa' ! 
 
 
 
 I'se cut the craig o' the ewe. 
 
 I listen, poor fool ! and 1 greet; 
 
 
 
 That had amaist dee'd o* the side-ill : 
 
 Yet how sweet are the tears as they fa' ! 
 
 
 
 And that'll be plenty o' broe. 
 
 
 
 
 Sae lai>g as our well is na reested. 
 
 Dear lassie, he cries wi' a jeer. 
 
 
 
 To a' the neebors and you ; 
 
 Ne'er heed what the auld anes will say ; 
 
 
 
 Sae I think we'U be n&e that ill feasted. 
 
 Though we've little to brag o'— ne'er fear; 
 What's gowd to a heart that is wae ? 
 
 
 
 Quoth Patie, that'll do weel. 
 
 Our laird has baith honours and wealth. 
 
 
 
 And I'll gi'e you your brose i'the mornin', 
 
 Yet see how he's dwining wi' care; 
 
 
 
 O' liail that was made yestreen, 
 
 Now we, though we've iiaething but healtt 
 
 
 
 For I like them best i' the forenoon. 
 
 Are cautie and leal evemiair. 
 
 
 
 Sae Tarn, the piper, did play ; 
 
 
 
 
 And ilka ane danced that was will in' ; 
 
 Marion ! the heart that is true. 
 
 
 
 And a' the lave they rankit through ; 
 
 Has something mair costly than gear- 
 
 
 
 And they held the wee stoupie aye filliu'. 
 
 Ilk e'en it has naething to rue- 
 Ilk morn it has naething to fear. 
 
 
 
 The auld wives sat and they chew'd ; 
 
 Ye warldlings, ga'e hoard up your store. 
 
 
 
 And when that the carles grew nappy. 
 
 And tremble for fear ought you tyne ; 
 
 
 
 They danced as weel as they dow'd. 
 
 Guard your treasures wi' lock, bar, and door, 
 
 
 
 Wi' a crack o' their thooms and a happie. 
 
 While here in n)y arms I lock mine ! 
 
 
 
 The hid that wore the white band. 
 
 
 
 
 I think they ca'd him Jamie Mather, 
 
 He ends wi' a kiss and a smile— 
 
 
 
 He took the bride by the hand. 
 
 Wae's me, can I tak' it amiss ! 
 
 
 
 And cried to play up Maggie Lauder. 
 
 My laddie's unpractised in guile, 
 He's free aye to daut and to kiss ! 
 
 
 
 
 Ye lasses wha lo'e to torment 
 
 
 
 1 W$h nfn a \uhhk Mi &m. 
 
 Your wooers wi' fause scorn and strife. 
 
 Play your pranks— I ha'e gi'en my consent, 
 
 And this night I am Jamie's for life. 
 
 
 
 [The first eight lines of this song, and other 
 
 
 
 
 eight rather too homely for extract here, are said 
 
 
 
 
 by Burns to have been written by the Rev. John 
 Clunik, minister of Borthwick, Midlothian, who 
 
 ^n^ aba', t^eice aba*. 
 
 
 
 died in 1819, aged 62. The rest of the song, be- 
 
 
 
 
 ginning " Let ithera brag weel o' their gear," is by 
 
 [The beautiftil air of " Here awa', there awa' " 
 
 
 
 Hector Macnkil. The tune bears a strong 
 
 is preserved in Oswald's collection of Scots tunes. 
 
 
 
 resemblance to the Irish air called " My lodging 
 
 1735-42. Herd, in his collection of 17G9, firac 
 
 
 
 ib on the cold ground."] 
 
 printed the following fragment of the old words. ] 
 
 
 
 I Lo'ED ne'er a laddie but ane; 
 
 Herb awa', there awa', here awa', Willie! 
 
 
 
 He lo'ed ne'er a lassie but me ; 
 
 Here awa', there awa', baud awa' hanie ! 
 
 
 
 He's willing to mak' me his ain ; 
 
 Lang have I sought thee, dear have I bought thee; 
 
 
 
 And his ain I am willing to be. 
 
 A Now I have gotten my Willie again. 
 
 
 
 
938 
 
 I^MMK IH i m i l i l iBi H , 
 
 Oft iWMtiM Mill MMlft 
 
 Low DOW tcwaixl* kU my aonow and pate. 
 
 Bm« awa', then awa', bcrt a«a', WUIIal 
 Han a«ra% than a«a*, haad avs*, kasMl — 
 
 Utetkli«piMii^«lwiWIIIIaMMkaM. H 
 
 MiMiilHtlaMkft 
 
 ■ #»lMii«r«wB«aa 
 
 SSIanDning SSIilllf. 
 
 CBoan, who i*aa taMI of tt« «bm of * Han 
 a«a% thaia aara*." wrola tka MkNrlag Am vana 
 lolt,telCM«l^ I!n,tMi MM Itan ta tlMiA- 
 
 aenii aonaa ttoa . Soaa vartal M mm fO am wmm 
 
 Bnfetea.] 
 
 BsftB »«•% Ikara ■«»* 
 
 Han aMA*, Mmm a«a% ImM ( 
 OoMi to aqr hoaoa, aif ate aa^ 
 
 lyrfl M Ikaa M^1« ■» av 
 
 oThkaaiV. 
 arKvaa, 
 
 Bli4attaMQykafU^I 
 VamaaliMttrMhaikha; 
 
 ■lallMypliatodHyiMa, 
 
 My paav *iplMBd lad fraa Um *«a r 
 AmbUlea baaltofc^a tka aate kay,~ 
 
 Aki HililiiUyapaiaawyto— <lt>y. 
 I toxoid aa *a tada MDefva toilt 
 
 ralaoi 
 
 alawya^i 
 
 Baal, ya vfM atonaa^la llMaa«aa«f>aar*HMtanl 
 
 How yoar diaad boarttat a la««r alanaal 
 Waakan, yr feaaaaMl fww faatl^, ya MDawal 
 
 Bat. ak. If W^Mlhlaa^aad Mladi aaMtStaali, 
 Flow atOI bacwaaa a^ tkaa dark kaavliW Mate 1 
 
 M ay I aavar an ll» May I attar trow tt. 
 Bat, dytef. baUtra tkat any WmWfe Mgr atel 
 
 &M9U VracK* 
 
 iMyyalagkaalakaBa 
 
 la 
 
 Ta 
 
 fWiLUiiv Jvuva MKK&a, t 
 
 ."3 
 
 Bt tka baaki of tka aijitol tiiaaai^ M^ 
 Wkaaa tka Waaokopa k« yaOow wa«a JakM^ 
 
 •tikaAapkMd^bowwtwteaa.aa Cka Ift ba vf daar Ji 
 
 MH tta Bw«B laBi kw pa^ k 
 kMoiy 
 
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 ' 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 33 y 
 
 
 The woodlands all May-blown appear ! ^ Than a' the pride that loads the tide. 
 
 
 
 The silver stream murmurs new charms 1 
 
 And crosses o'er the sultry line; 
 
 
 
 As my Jamie, sweet-smiling, draws near, 
 
 Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes, 
 
 
 
 And, all eager, I rush to his arms. 
 
 Heaven gave me more— it made thee mine. 
 
 
 
 
 "While day and night can bring delight. 
 Or nature aught of pleasure give ; 
 
 
 
 '^'tt lilg ©f tj)f bnk. 
 
 While joys above my mind can move. 
 For thee, and thee alone, I'll Uve ! 
 When that grim foe of Ufe below 
 
 
 
 [Allan Ramsay.— Tliis may be sung to the 
 
 Comes in between to make us part ; 
 
 
 
 tune of •* The Banks of Doon." J 
 
 The iron hand that breaks our band. 
 It breaks my bliss— it breaks my heart. 
 
 
 
 The lily of the vale is sweet ; 
 
 
 
 
 And sweeter still the op'ning rose; 
 
 
 
 
 But sweeter far my Mary is 
 
 
 
 
 Than any blooming flow'r that blows. 
 
 
 
 
 Whilst spring her fragrant blossoms spreads, 
 I'll wander oft by Mary's side. 
 
 m^2u ^|)h!! ti^ Mn xm^ 
 
 
 
 And whisper saft the tender tale. 
 
 
 
 
 By Forth, sweet Forth's meandering tide. 
 
 [This solemn warning sti-ain Sir WALrrn 
 Scott puts into the mouth of Fitz-Eustace, in th;- 
 
 
 
 There will we walk at early dawn. 
 
 thii-d canto of Marmion."— "A meUow voiw," 
 
 
 
 Ere yet the sun begins to shine ; 
 
 says the poet— 
 
 
 
 At eve oft to the lawn we'll tread. 
 
 
 
 
 And mark that splendid orb's decline. 
 
 "A MELLOW voice Fitz-Eustace had. 
 
 
 
 The fairest choicest flowers I'U crop. 
 
 The air he chose was wild and sad ; 
 
 
 
 To deck my lovely Mary's hair, 
 
 Such have I heard, in Scottish land. 
 
 
 
 And while I live, I vow and swear. 
 
 Rise from the busy harvest band. 
 
 
 
 She'll be my chief, my only care. 
 
 When falls before the mountaineer. 
 On Lowland plains, the ripen'd ear. 
 Now one shrill voice the notes prolong. 
 
 
 
 
 Now a wild chorus swells the song : 
 Oft have I listen'd, and stood stHl, 
 
 
 
 ■ ^5^ Mu^ M,^tmm. 
 
 As it came softened up the hill. 
 And deem'd it the lament of men 
 Who languish'd for their native glen; 
 
 
 
 [" I composed this song," says Burns, " out of 
 
 And thought how sad would be such sound 
 
 
 
 compliment to one of the happiest and worthiest 
 
 On Susquehana's swampy ground. 
 
 
 
 married couples in the world, Robert Riddel, Esq., 
 
 Kentucky's wood-encumber'd brake. 
 
 
 
 of Glenriddel, and his lady. At their fireside I 
 
 Or wild Ontario's boundless lake. 
 
 
 
 have enjoyed more pleasant evenings than at all 
 
 Where heart-sick exiles, in the strain. 
 
 
 
 the houses of fashionable people in the country put 
 
 Recall'd fair Scotland's hills again."] 
 
 
 
 together; and to their kindness and hospitality I 
 
 
 
 
 am indebted for many of the happiest hours in my 
 
 Where shall the lover rest. 
 
 
 
 life."— The song first appeared in Johnson's Mu- 
 
 Whom the fates sever. 
 
 
 
 seum to a tune composed by Mr. Riddel himself. 
 
 From his true maiden's breast. 
 
 
 
 which he called " The Seventh of November," 
 
 Parted for ever ? 
 
 
 
 that being the anniversary of his marriage."] 
 
 Where, through groves deep and high. 
 Sounds the far billow. 
 
 
 
 The day returns, my bosom bums. 
 
 Where early violets die. 
 
 
 
 The blissful day we twa did meet ; 
 
 Under the willow. 
 
 
 
 Though winter wild in tempest toil'd. 
 
 Eleu loro. 
 
 
 
 Ne'er summer-sun was half sae sweet. i 
 
 ; Soft shall be his pillovr. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 •awlMtec. 
 
 Am* thy nit ilAlllhM lBl% 
 
 mmm, O iMffOT, 
 KMlora. 
 
 BiriB.uidhB««ter? 
 In tte lott baltli, 
 BovMdMrBtgrll 
 
 Bcvlaio. 
 Thmitelltebt^rl^. 
 
 Ba- «lBt ri»n the «NlW flup 
 0%rtb>tlMlwi»wli 
 
 HhiImo. 
 
 Vtt foes for to fooo. 
 
 [WBtrraf tj RaevM MAoran to a taa* 
 whtoh b* pM*d «p tai AiiylMliki^, a^ whkli li 
 fhrmi la tWilBtli ««Ivm af Jnhawa^ Maiiw, 
 TIm toBf , hot f , Is now adaplid to Htm toaa «f 
 
 rkr ka^ 1 f to i ai •■« ■utrtaat aai a 
 
 V«W ka** 1 ttM yattotoak* lato to aay, 
 
 IW a«W kaad I aav tfll aato I toMd yoa t 
 Vow wa^ alaaa la Iha gMHi «aa« 
 
 WlMt tofa I tor lav amd-rtiW. loaaf kkMte I 
 
 I't'hataHal fcryaarrwiin tJwwal 
 It WM aat fbr aaalMag ja Wl pair yaaai 
 
 It waa tir my tariMT ya aato* toanwt aw. 
 a^r. ha> ya fowtf to talk ato agia laa^y ^ 
 
 A kasM tkat It «atto, wf w^tli to% my kiMla» 
 ' lyaaMwawdtiyfertowaal 
 
 I ka^ aaa ■awd to kaA ya iva caady i 
 I aaaaa bay paarllat aatf rfbkaM aaaw I 
 
 !>• aartkliv to kN« a^ koato ar ar pintr i 
 Ifa ttttl* to i^^kM a ktort tkat b tnM. 
 
 I aawr laiai May, aar OW toak aqr vow 
 r«a wasted pair Ms *v • •«• tea 
 lal 
 
 ftlMiwMttt «apkrtovaai 
 
 la% aa ya laotoitof ihtoki Bki tejaarataff ? 
 
 On tril nwy olilaO aao, booato yaaaf kMria, 
 
 Ok ton nta, yoaag iMria, konr fbr to woo ? 
 Oh tdl OM, oh tdl BO, boaalK awMt kiiria. 
 
 Oh tril nta, fwwt iMile, kow ibr to woo ? 
 Bay. BMaa I roM year ahoiks Ito tho BMrBta« ? 
 
 Upt Hka tht fOM ftaak BMhtoa^i air daw ? 
 8*7, nuuin I roan yoar mK% pawldi namlac ? 
 
 Ok toll DM, oh toU BM, how fcr to woo? 
 
 Wkal toalr. toy «tor inkaal^ Mii ya to to 
 
 Pbr ka> ya waate^. t kn, aiy «Mfr hiM 
 jrowtkatprvakaadato, tktot^aaaa 
 
 Wr iHalth wa« ha% plia» HI i 
 
 ■aai^i 
 I watm wUh^ to aalr tta* a b 
 
 naMatolfll 
 
 » «tov« hto. hi paMM hto» ha aa^ h« hH 
 
 Aad aftoa ha laMti hto htaala<M«Mi aoa' i 
 ▲ad ^Fa, •bwoM Ok kha, ^m dgh^ to hi 
 
 Oh hiAdlal ah laMla I wati wool «aa ya woe I 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 311 
 
 ®5^ ^igtjlan^ Ea^^k. 
 
 [Thi8 chaiiningly-natural effusion was written 
 by Burns early in life, in honour of his aftervvards- 
 to-be-immortalized Highland Mary. It is given 
 iu the second volume of Johnson's Museum, 
 adapted to an old reel tune, called "Maclauch- 
 lin's Scots Measure," but it may also be sung to 
 the tune of " Green grow the rashes." — " My 
 Highland Lassie," says the poet, "was a warm- 
 hearted, charming young creature, as ever blessed 
 a man with generous love. After a pretty long 
 trial of the most ardent reciprocal attachment, 
 we met by appointment, on the second Sunday of 
 May, in a sequestered spot on the banks of Ayr, 
 M here we spent the day in taking a farewell before 
 she should embark for the West Highlands, to 
 arrange matters among her friends for our pro- 
 jected change of life. At the close of the autumn 
 f llowing she crossed the sea to meet me at 
 Greenock, where she had scarce landed when she 
 was seized with a malignant fever, which hurried 
 my dear girl to her grave in a few days, before I 
 could even hear of her illness." Cromek adds a 
 few particulars of the final interview of the youth- 
 ful lovers. "This adieu was performed with all 
 those simple and striking ceremonials, which 
 rustic sentiment has devised to prolong tender 
 emotions and to inspire awe. The lovers stood 
 on each side of a small purling brook, they laved 
 their hands in the limpid stream, and holding a 
 Bible between them, they pronounced their vows 
 to be faithful to each other. They pjirted, never 
 to meet again." Cromek's account of this parting 
 interview was considered somewhat apocryphal, 
 till, a good many years ago, a pocket Bible, in two 
 volumes, presented by Burns to Mary Campbell, 
 was discovered in the possession of her sister at 
 Ardrossan. This Bible afterwards found its way 
 to Canada, whence the family had removed ; and 
 having excited the interest of some Scotsmen at 
 JMontreal, they purchased it, (for its possessors 
 were unfortunately in reduced circumstances,) 
 and had it conveyed back to Scotland, with the 
 view of being permanently placed in the monu- 
 ment at Ayr. On its arrival at Glasgow, Mr. 
 Weir, Stationer, Queen Street, (through the 
 instrumentality of whose son, we believe, the 
 precious relic was mainly procured,) kindly an- 
 nounced, that he would willingly show it for a 
 few days at his shop to any person who might 
 choose to 83e it. The result wjvs, that thousandsJ 
 
 flocked to obtain a view of this interesting memo- 
 rial, and the ladies, in particular, displayed an 
 unwonted eagerness regarding it, some of them 
 even crying, on beholding an object which ap- 
 pealed so largely to female sjTnpathies. On the 
 anniversary of the Poet in 1841, the Bible, inclosed 
 in an oaken glass case, was permanently deposited 
 among other relics in the monument at Ajt. 
 On the boards of one of the volumes is inscribed, 
 in Burns's hand-writing, — "'And ye shall not 
 swear by my name falsely, I am the Lord,' Levit. 
 chap. xix. V. 12;" and on the other, "*Thou 
 shalt not forswear thyself, but shalt perform unto 
 the Lord thine oath,' St. Matt. chap. v. v. 33 ;" 
 and on the blank leaves of both volumes, " Robert 
 Burns, Mossgiel." A monument, the expense of 
 which was defrayed by public subscription, is 
 now erected over the grave of Highland Marj' in 
 Greenock churchyard. The foundation-stone of 
 it was laid on the anniversary of the birth of the 
 Poet, in 1842.] 
 
 Nae gentle dames, though e'er sae fair, 
 
 Shall ever be my muse's care ; 
 
 Their titles a' are empty show ; 
 
 Gi'e me my Highland lassie, O. 
 Within the glen sae bushy, O, 
 Aboon the plain sae rushy, O, 
 I set me down wi' right good will. 
 To sing my Highland lassie, C . 
 
 Oh ! were yon hills and valleys mine 
 Yon pnlace and yon gardens fine ! 
 The world then the love sliould know 
 I bear my Highland lassie, O. 
 WitJiin the glen, &c. 
 
 But fickle fortune frowns on me. 
 And I maun cross the raging sea: 
 But while my crimson currents flow, 
 I'll love my Highland lassie, O. 
 Within the glen, &c. 
 
 Although through foreign climes I range, 
 I know her heart will never change. 
 For her bosom burns with honour's glow. 
 My faithful Highland lassie, O. 
 Within the glen, &c. 
 
 For her I'll dare the billows roar. 
 For her I'll trace a distant shore. 
 That Indian wealth may lustre throw. 
 Around my Highland lassie, O. 
 Within the glen, &c. 
 
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 Lodtert, *'«M ■cwnuMt to fcpmhtr, 17l», 
 oa ttenalf«W7«rtiM4qr to wMob b* kmitf 
 
 or tte d«tk «r Mi wtr iM% it«y ftMHnn 
 
 tonptoltaff tiM *y. wUcli «M 
 •ad atony. At k " 
 
 MntolMd oa a mmm of ■tnW( with 
 
 Taeo Ifav'riacttar. with taTal^ niy, 
 nat toTM to grwi Iha «Hjr Boca I 
 
 ' aoibarMtotte^r. 
 M J Vaiy fton aif toal wai tofa. 
 
 WhM, I9 th» wta«at Ayr. «« flHtb 
 «» ■«• «M Av cT panliV tow ? 
 
 Mr, 
 
 T » tort — vm waai tfc» im f i H ■ 
 Tha •>««• ipnat waatm to to pMi^ 
 
 Ptodyw^ Hm ««d afatoirt tof . 
 
 ItoM bat «to kapMtotaa tonapr aato^ 
 
 MyMaty.toMiipa t toidBiH 
 — IvftoMarMtoMNto^ 
 
 |te«8 0! tit SitAxt. 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 343 
 
 
 The stars of earth are beauteous gems, ^} Though boundless oceans roll between. 
 
 
 
 Of many a varied hue ; 
 
 If certain that his heart is nearj 
 
 
 
 But dearest of them all to me 
 
 A conscious transport glads each scene, 
 
 
 
 Are eyes of bonnie blue. 
 
 Soft is the sigh, and sweet the teai*. 
 E'en when by death's cold hand removed. 
 
 
 
 Blue are the mountains of our land. 
 
 We mourn the tenant of the tomb : 
 
 
 
 And blue her lakes so clear, 
 
 To think that e'en in death he loved. 
 
 
 
 Her glens are blue, but bluer far 
 
 Can gild the horrors of the gloom. 
 
 
 
 The eyes of Sally dear. 
 
 But bitter, bitter are the tears 
 
 
 
 Of stellar orbs let sages watch 
 
 Of her who slighted love bewails ; 
 
 
 
 The flight tPirough boundless skies; 
 
 No hope her dreary prospect cheers. 
 
 
 
 I'd rather watch the live long night. 
 
 No pleasing melancholy hails. 
 
 
 
 The beams of Sally's eyes. 
 
 Hers are the pangs of wounded pride. 
 Of blasted hope, of withered joy ; 
 
 
 
 Then sing ! then sing ! my Sally's eyes ! 
 
 The flatfring veil is rent aside. 
 
 
 
 Which beam with living love. 
 
 The flame of love burns to destroy. 
 
 
 
 Whose lustre pales all starry gems 
 
 
 
 
 That spangle heav'n above. 
 
 In vain does memory renew 
 
 
 
 W. G. B. 
 
 The hours once tinged in transport's dye ; 
 The sad reverse soon starts to view. 
 
 And turns the past to agony. 
 E'en time itself despairs to cure 
 
 Those pangs to ev'ry feeling due : 
 
 
 
 ^^2 Um^ 1 ^J)f^. 
 
 Ungenerous youth ! thy boast how poor. 
 To vrin a heart— and break it too. 
 
 
 
 [Tins highly finished lyric was the production 
 
 No cold approach, no alter'd mien. 
 
 
 
 of Mrs. Dugald Sthwart, the excellent and 
 
 Just what would make suspicion start; 
 
 
 
 accomplished wife of the celebrated professor of 
 
 No pause the dire extremes between. 
 
 
 
 moral philosophy in the university of Edinburgh. 
 
 He made me blest— and broke my heart. 
 
 
 
 Her maiden name was Helen D'Arcy Cranstoun, 
 
 From hope, the wretched 's anchor, torn ; 
 
 
 
 and she was the daughter of the Hon. George 
 
 Neglected and neglecting all; 
 
 
 
 Cranstoun, youngest son of William, fifth Lord 
 
 Friendless, forsaken, and forlorn ; 
 
 
 
 Cranstoun. She was born in the year 1765, mar- 
 
 The tear I shed must ever fall. 
 
 
 
 ried in 1790, and died I8th July, 1838. The song 
 
 
 
 
 was first published in the fourth volume of John- 
 
 
 
 
 son's Museum ( 792,^ adapted to an air, by John 
 
 
 
 
 Barret, an old English composer, called "lanthe 
 
 
 
 
 the lovely." The same air was selected by Gay for 
 
 
 
 
 one of his songs in " The Beggar's Opera," " When 
 he holds up his hands arraigned for life."— The 
 
 Wt)^ 'Mm=W2mip* 
 
 
 
 first four lines of the last stanza were written by 
 
 
 
 
 Burns, to suit the music, which requires double 
 
 [Thb following verses were addressed to Mrs. 
 
 
 
 verses.] 
 
 Dugald Stewart by Professor Thomas Bkown, 
 the distinguished successor of her husband in the 
 
 
 
 The tears I shed must ever fall : 
 
 moral phUosophy chair of Edinburgh. They were 
 
 
 
 I mourn not for an absent swain ; 
 
 entitled by their author, "The Non-Descripfc— 
 
 
 
 For thoughts may past delights recall. 
 
 To a very charming Monster."] 
 
 
 
 And parted lovers meet again. 
 
 
 
 
 I weep not for the silent dead : 
 
 Thou nameless loveliness, whose mind. 
 
 
 
 Their toils are past, their sorrows o'er; 
 
 With every grace to soothe, to warm. 
 
 
 
 And those they loved their steps shall tread. 
 
 Has lavish Nature bless'd,— and 'shrined 
 
 
 
 And death shall join to part no more. « 
 
 ^ The sweetness in as soft a form 1 
 
 
 
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 8CUTT18U aOMQB, 
 
 8*7 on mh»t wenAtr-hmuAug mQ 
 
 That langkly MirMt loi« aHfk* tail, 
 Mor l«n to fl> tlv dB«MM MM I 
 
 Far thto the eoH'd. tHdi Mfv «M^ 
 The MAttcfd gloilM of aw ptear- 
 
 ▲II that MioffiM Um Mftor AOr, 
 AU that exalU th* proodv naai 
 
 ' WlMg><ti«m yw iB'«rlfcl4Mali»y, 
 
 ByHiyM'ww,— tlw>mwf Bidlayt 
 Bm l0*ta*. »• moffta*. lH Ml kv my atory. 
 Vaaist «t' tiM d 
 
 ■pnaillB' iMtfcB 
 
 And gay d 
 
 Her worto itaM Atftaf ^ 
 
 81m PBly tn«i tt* •»>•*• taMi. 
 
 In Tata to nek a Uadrad iMi. 
 
 Tlfwl through htr Mwy wrtto* 1 *»V*— 
 When shall I rank thy ladteat plaM ? 
 
 Thoa dear pen>*««*t ■«■ » ■ ' ■ 'toy* 
 
 Thy emne •» toll, tt^ htort to ktad. 
 
 Thy voiee Ibr pHyH toMi w M. 
 All eprnk thee WoniMii kirtdqrmM 
 
 (Warrm ky WatTaa Waiw*, li i ito kt 
 ChiyHoo, la Stlritacihlf*, aad Mthar af Ike po- 
 poteraoofi. **fla* wfll «• ivl^'aai **J«ekle^ 
 kvawa'.* TkaktaeaafBithywi H iili l 
 
 flftttt SHttft. 
 
 Lodge. IhaiiilliawaC Mm, M*mf«,«toto«« 
 tkeit^eetaftkli— >. Oanitmtt% "mmmm 
 «M pnMstod to k» to nkw« i» kw BMlto, Mm 
 •NtkavMVtoMtoeiftonapaceea tolHrnak." 
 
 low^TwM, ** BUM cT Ol MO f i ky ."! 
 
 Wan* I think oo the r*«rt amllte o^ my ia« 
 My earee flee awa* Uhe a thief frae the day 
 My heart loop* Ught, aa' I join la a ma% 
 
 Amang the ewcet blrda on the hraaa •* Bem^ I 
 Howeweettheembcam,yrthow k oa t lkewiehM, 
 When lave fliU a-woota*, aa* ludei^y kki-fc" 
 WharMaryan' I meet amaaf Ike gnaa 
 That aeraea OS Me wMl aa Iha ka««r 
 
 There's nana aae trig, or aae Mr, aa aiy iMBla^ 
 
 An' mony a wooer ehe aaawen «i* Vay , 
 Wha Ihin wad ha'e her to lea's me akuM. 
 
 An' meet me nae mair on the braee o Badkgr* 
 I fearna* I earena, their braggin' o' iUkr, 
 Kor a' the fine things they eaa think oa to ton hi 
 Mae ▼aoatln'ean boy ker, naatknafaki'aaa a 
 ker. 
 
 ■I Btolr. Iaika**Bi%i«r Ayr.-**i« 
 siM oaa ef Kka aDagarisBl kali«» wko 
 t tha » aiMB rt l u a ka t aea a the Brtp*- 
 BlaMa. wMk miM kaalfaaat air. 
 ■aala tona «^ *a« Mm towanar Malr.-] 
 
 f laatfr. mm Afta^ mmmt Iky graM 
 toaaa. 
 . ■aaHy.llitoftttoatoaclatkyffMiMt 
 My MMyH arfsep ky Iky toaamattof atoMaai 
 
 Bow kfly. awaat Aftoa. Iky aalgkh u ai lag MIK 
 Fkr Muk^ with the ooafsm of liiii alaJlag 
 
 tills) 
 Tkato *rf|y I waadar, an moniilam kigk. 
 My floaka asd av Marr* aoato out to aay dia. 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 345 
 
 Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, •'■ 
 And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ! 
 ilow wanton thy waters her snowy feet Ltve, 
 As, gath'ring sweet flow rets, she atenas thy clear 
 wave I 
 
 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes; 
 Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; 
 My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream , 
 Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. 
 
 [Is a letter to Thomson, Burns says, " I got 
 an air, pretty enough, composed by Lady Eliza- 
 beth Heron of Heron, which she calls * The banks 
 of Cree.' Cree is a beautiful romantic stream ; 
 and as her Ladyship is a particular friend of mine, 
 1 have written the following song to it."] 
 
 Here is the glen, and here the bower. 
 All underneath the birchen shade ; 
 . The village bell lias told the hour, — 
 O what can stay my lovely maid ? 
 
 •Tis not Maria's whisi)erlng call ; 
 
 'Tis but the balmy-breathing gale, 
 Mix'd with some warbler's dying fall. 
 
 The dewy star of eve to hail. 
 
 It is Maria's voice I hear ! 
 
 .So calls the woodlark in the grove, 
 His little faithful mate to cheer. 
 
 At once 'tis music — and 'tis love. 
 
 And art thou come ! and art thou true I 
 O welcome dear to love and me ! 
 
 And let us all our vows renew. 
 Along the flowery banks of Cree. 
 
 [WirxiAM Gross. — Printed with the autlior's 
 latest corrections.] 
 
 Mv beltane o' life and my gay days are gane. 
 And now I am feckless, and dowie, and lane. 
 And my lammas o' life, wi' its floods o' saut tears. 
 Has drowned a' the joys o' my young hapuy years. 
 
 Full threescore and ten times the gowan has spread 
 Since firat owre the meadow wi' light foot I sped. 
 And threescore and ten times the blue bells ha'e 
 
 blawn. 
 Since to pu' them I first daunder'd blythe owre 
 
 the lawn. 
 
 The burn banks I lo'cd when a callant to range. 
 And the heather-clad braes, now seem eerie and 
 
 strange. 
 The burn seems na clear, and the lift seems na biue; 
 But it's ablins ray auld een that dinna tell true. 
 
 The mates o' my young days are a' wede awa'. 
 The sunshine they shared, but escaped frae the 
 
 snaw. 
 Like the swallows they fled when youth's warm 
 
 days were gane. 
 And I'm left like a winged ane in winter alane. 
 
 To yon aged hawthorn that bends o'er the burn. 
 Its far scattered b'ossoms can never return. 
 They are swept to the sea o'er dark plumb and 
 
 deep linn, 
 Sae, my comrades ha'o fiourish'd and fled ane by 
 
 It seems short to look back since my Peggy was 
 
 young, 
 Biiss beam'd in her features, joy flow'd frae her 
 
 tongue. 
 But my Peggy has left me, and gane like the lave. 
 And the wind whistles shrill o'er my dear Peggy's 
 
 grave. 
 
 My Peggy was ruddy, my Peggy was fhir. 
 Mild was her blue e'e, and modest her air; 
 But I needna tell now what my Peggy has been. 
 For blanch 'd are her red cheeks, and closed her 
 blue een. 
 
 The wind whistles shrill, snelland bitter's the blast. 
 And death o'er my head waves his fell rung at last : 
 I have heard for the last time the laverock's sweet 
 
 sang. 
 He may cour frae the storm by my grave or't be 
 
 lang. , 
 
 Soon may the worm on this auld body feed. 
 Soon may the nettles grow rank at my head, 
 And some herd in thae few words may sum up 
 
 my fame, 
 " There's an auld man lies here, I've forgotten 
 
 his name." 
 
846 
 
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 4 BaAhKmamiyammiutkAmm, 
 
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 ' mmt Innmr li mM to >■» tw | Tk* IaM tfOiMl. tfa* Bl| 
 ty lfc>«olid ftwi iu o f wbow a— l» HliBi||i» i^lli, 
 ... - -ifoflMiitta«H>«r»rtv 
 
 bmn, ^Mkttgtag mai m mmmum of dwrtfc. Hw 
 
 D 
 
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 ThbMdlatfwiM 
 To hai« opOB * tvMi 
 
 To luuif apoo A tTM, • tTM ! 
 
 ThaimntAmaimtipfdtmtht 
 LOm to a wolf, 10 wHitid K 
 
 My wy kHTt ««i aw^r knuk 
 WbMlMiI«kliik«9M, 
 
 PM—fyiiM^iil^alit 
 BM pMMHo liMi^te tifMi. 
 
 MoiM» — a 
 And waaM Ml ftaM ihHi «^ 
 
 TlM ■nrvMaB taB« I iid MM 
 WUkaoaiaiaaMatvkr. 
 
 I ftai^ by aU. teCh gnat aa« waV, 
 
 111 
 
 Ob.«a> 
 
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 Aa fcr aqr Mb 1 4a ael aaNb 
 If Jaatte « 
 
 UabPtiM— aillniwa 
 
 Ob, am» apoa tlUi kte of mlaa, 
 VabaatapanatMi! 
 
 rhatetfayarayMb. 
 %lka«wkflBl 
 
 Aa fcr ay ■»» It b bat ikart, 
 
 WbMldalbaaaMaii 
 
 Tayartw biHlibl— iialiBl, 
 
 TbOTtoab |aa« paayl* al, laht bMd. 
 TMi«mat«afeibyaM. 
 
 r by BvBM «• *t laaa ar**Ilaa- 
 
 «taay awa «ftMi aaaiMi 
 
 aboa* Hm btgtaalat ar *a iMl anrtanr. 
 In «MM «a tha ihaa MHb ba ykyad tfM I 
 
 wfcklibaba»lniiiiHilbiiMia,apoai 
 iH»fliMa,Miliillluaptfcalaitiaiinal, 
 HtoaayaMaTMialBawbavaald aailtibi to 
 
 I It la piMH oa iko 
 
 BMit bas OTiadt howvvVf la 
 ■ aa tka plaH of MaaylMaM^ a 
 
 lb aBd aoBviaied af bslay layala as 
 Hid aaptinmi, aad ayyvMor of bk 
 •a lap^ in a baaptaab mmmmm, aad 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 347 
 
 going up and down the country armed, and 
 keeping markets in a hostile manner," and was 
 sentenced to be executed at the cross of Banff, 
 November 16, 1700, eight days after his convic- 
 tion. Tradition asserts, that the magistrates 
 hurried on the execution early in the morning, 
 and that Macpherson suffered several hours before 
 the specified time. The motive for this indecent 
 haste is said to have been a desire to defeat a 
 reprieve, then on the way. An anonymous article 
 In the first volume of the New Monthly Maga- 
 zine, supplies some particulars of his lineage and 
 exploits. "James Macpherson was born of a 
 beautiful gipsy who, at a great wedding, attracted 
 the notice of a half-intoxicated Highland gentle- 
 man. He acknowledged the child, and had him 
 reai-ed in his house, until he lost his life in bravely 
 pursuing a hostile clan, to recover a spread of 
 cattle taken from Badenoch. The gipsy woman 
 hearing of this disaster in her rambles, the fol- 
 lowing summer came and took away her boy, but 
 she often returned with him, to wait upon his 
 reLations and clansmen, who never failed to clothe 
 him well, besides giving money to his mother. 
 He grew up in beauty, strength, and stature, 
 rarely equalled. His sword is still preserved at 
 Duff House, a residence of the Earl of Fife, and 
 few men cf our day could carry, far less wield it 
 as a weapon of war; and if it must be owned 
 that his prowess was debased by the exploits of a 
 freebooter, it is certain no act of cruelty, no rob- 
 bery of the widow, the fatherless, or the distressed, 
 and no murder, was ever perpetrated under his 
 command. He often gave the spoils of the rich 
 to relieve the poor; and all his tribe were re- 
 strained from many atrocities of rapine by the 
 awe of his mighty arm. Indeed it is said that a 
 dispute with an aspiring and savage man of his 
 tribe, who mshed to rob a gentleman's house, 
 while his wife and two children lay on the bier 
 for interment, was the cause of his being betrayed 
 to the vengeance of the Liw. He was betrayed by 
 a man of his own tribe, and was the last person 
 executed at Banff, previous to the abolition of 
 heritable jurisdiction."] 
 
 Farewkil, ye prisons dark and strong, 
 
 The wretch's destinie ! 
 M<vcpherson'8 time will not be long 
 On yonder gallows tree. 
 
 Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, 
 
 Sae dantonly gaed he. 
 He play'd a spring, and danced it round. 
 Beneath the gallows tree 1 
 
 Oh, what is death, but parting breath ? 
 
 On mony a bluidy plain 
 I've daur'd his face, and in this place 
 
 I scorn him yet again. 
 
 Untie these bands frae aff my hands. 
 
 And bring to me my sword ; 
 And there's nae man in a' Scotland 
 
 But I'll brave him at a word. 
 
 I've lived a life of sturt and strife ; 
 
 I die by treacherie : 
 It burns my heart I must depart. 
 
 And not avenged be. 
 
 Now fareweil, light, thou sunshine bright^ 
 
 And all beneath the sky ! 
 May coward shame distain his name. 
 
 The wretch that dares not die ! 
 
 [James Turner.] 
 
 By the side o' yon cleugh, whare the burnie rins 
 A lassie sat sighing and spinning her lane: [still, 
 
 " O gin the waes o' my heart wad lie still ! 
 There'll never be peace till our Habbie comes 
 hame. 
 
 "As my wheel it gaes round, and my lint tap I 
 spread. 
 Lint that I mean for bibs to my bairn ; 
 The warp shall be blue and the waft shall be red. 
 An" how braw we'll be a' when our Habbie 
 comes hame. 
 
 " That morning he left us our cock never crew. 
 Our grey clocking hen she gaed kecking her lane ; 
 
 The gowk frae the craft never cried cuckoo. 
 That wearyfu' morning our Habbie left hama 
 
 " When the wind blaws loud and tirls our strae. 
 An' a' our house sides are dreeping wi' rain, 
 
 An' ilka bum rows frae the bank to the brae, 
 I weep for our Habbie who rows i' the main. 
 
 " When the wars are owre, and quiet is the sea. 
 On board the Culloden our Hab will come haine j 
 
 My slumbers will then be as sweet as the Dee, 
 
 An' how blythe we'll be a' when our Habbie 
 ^ comes hame." 
 
348 
 
 eOOTTIflB 80908. 
 4^ fW 
 
 ^5^ tit bin> brarjs oCSanm:. 
 
 [Jom Bivvnum*.] 
 
 Ow the wild IMMB «r Grid*. I lontf a Mr Mr. 
 
 A U droopliif wMi dMT In Ikt bvMth of tht ■Mn^ 
 A UlymoroMrBMWblocBi'dlaUMVidliar* 
 
 Nor ro«, tte pif fBKtaB «r«t to adoffik 
 
 At Muhtaiff. an kMly, H i«w M Ik* «lnr. 
 Bat tmatf te ihrilir. to npHHm t t fwmt, 
 ▲nd cTcfy ehU blMft ftm tlw oold aovth IImA 
 
 Whm Ik* nihl iMiy kani hu«i OMT «• b«B I 
 ▲od a floww nek at ikk^ to CMBplato ll, wm 
 waated, 
 
 A floww tkal Bili^ aaatk tktgmr '*f 
 
 tors, 
 gtndcht kooM to adota H, I !«• tki* «Ur «yb 
 WiMVt, •« aiara.aad ai««Mi. I ka«« watokM M 
 wltkeart. 
 And blaanmtac rtfll, tt b qvMa ar tk* tmllij, 
 Th* f kMj of ipfflBC, and Ik* pvUt oT tk« jaar. 
 
 (Jofw •raoTwau.) 
 
 BaioaT b* Iki bio 
 
 Tb«w, UfklmM, fUdi Ik* aaaay dB|«, 
 
 ▲ad tk««, fey Blikt, Ik* BMHi^ pal* n 
 
 K**p aff blaek darfcB*a dmty. 
 Iko* ki Ik* ragrkawaa^d Spriaf 
 B« akstaMl swwti tofNkar brtaf , 
 Wbll* nmad hm, wild, ao waalM aiq 
 
 Her ehildmi flattw ctiiW7. 
 
 There bahny. lei Ik* mam 
 
 Boogk laft maof Ike bfaiMB trtre, ' 
 
 Wk«« Mrrtdi'd, the ebepbOTd-e pipe al « 
 
 UBkaB*d to **!« He hkaiy. 
 And tiMM, tma Ftailin aowfi* kora. 
 Let yaDow Aalama poar b*r com. 
 That hhtds tk* eomfng wtatry mora 
 
 Maj ae*, nor Irtmbl* eert*. 
 
 **>!•» 
 
 jrakfikqlMlat 
 
 Ta, pakBtefc a*a tt» lu aa y Ik wi i, 
 yarWdtea — a»^, a«dfcad|ydw 
 
 Yaar<M*ikaMtk*ttae*itor^a. 
 Vat krbrfriBdpaaiMi«««M^ 
 Tk* itomM or Mb, I*. waadeH^. km* 
 Mt«e «M ar tw*, »ko kef* a gmr* 
 
 r«aad «* Ikeir feet •«** apvur. 
 
 bli 
 
 n*to cfMlag bvaMk* k« *«F«i( porfbiM 
 
 Aad riMd tfM tfaat Iwr ■p*^ 
 Widi foa, Ckk wOdlr fkrokblBt b*«Ml, 
 Heir vara «ttk ava, ««k •*rfo«r prtol, 
 WoaM fhMl hi ^Ihm* alak to rtol, 
 Froan atrfib and toO aa* woary. 
 
 AaddMtollvb 
 
 tiMl f liB^r, lata, 
 ▲ MAwilbr 
 
 WtHf bwp Willi ihM. 
 
 Vbt VsiU of iSljifii. 
 
 IkltBifk 
 
 WHh pOsriai Blip to mam t 
 I maiird Ik* ha» wiaai ii wata 
 
 Ob flowlaii I^nM^ dd*. 
 Bat rickw fitf^ Ik* rtfb* riw ap«an 
 
 Wilkin tiMral«orChrdew 
 

 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 34 9 
 
 I roam'd the braes of bonnie Doon, 
 
 1? Fu' aft at e'en 
 
 
 The winding banks of Ayr, 
 
 Wi' dancing keen. 
 
 
 Where flutters many a small bird gay. 
 
 When a' were blythe and merry. 
 
 
 Blooms many a flow'ret fair; 
 
 I cared na by 
 
 
 But dearer far to me the stem 
 
 Sae sad was I 
 
 
 That once was Calder's pride. 
 
 In absence 0' ray dearie. 
 
 
 And blossoms now, the fairest flower. 
 
 But, praise be blest, 
 
 
 Within the vale of Clyde. 
 
 My mind's at lest, 
 I'm happy wi' my Jdhnny ; 
 
 
 Avaunt ! thou life-repressmg north ! 
 
 At kirk and fair, 
 
 
 Ye withering east winds too ! 
 
 I'se aye te there. 
 
 
 But come, thou all-reviving west. 
 
 And be as canty's ony. 
 
 
 Breathe soft thy genial dew ; 
 
 
 
 Until at length, in peaceful age. 
 
 
 
 This lovely floweret shed 
 Its last green leaf upon my tomb. 
 
 num^h JEilte, 
 
 
 Within the vale of Clyde. 
 
 [Lewis.— Air, " Miss Forbes' Farewell to Banff."] 
 
 Adieu ! romantic b.anks of Clyde, 
 Where oft I've spent the joyful day, 
 
 
 ®J)i0 titji^r mmn. 
 
 Now, weary wand'ring on thy side, 
 
 I pour the plaintive, joyless lay. 
 
 To other lands I'm doom'd to rove. 
 
 
 [Written by Burns to a Gaelic air, and con- 
 
 The thought with grief my bosom fills, 
 
 
 tributed to the Museum. The second strain of 
 
 Why am I forced to leave my love, 
 
 
 the tune strongly resembles the second part of 
 
 And wander fiir from Lanark Mills ? 
 
 
 " Fee him, father, fee him."] 
 
 Can I forget th' extatic hours. 
 
 
 The tither mom. 
 
 T\Tien ('scaped tlie village evening din) 
 
 
 When I forlorn, 
 
 I met my lass "midst Braxfield bowers. 
 
 
 Aneath an aik sat moaning. 
 
 Or near the falls of Corhouse Linn ? 
 
 
 I did na trow. 
 
 While close I clasp'd her to my breast. 
 
 
 I'd see my Jo, 
 
 (Th' idea still with rapture thriUs!) 
 
 
 Beside me gin the gloaming. 
 
 I thought myself completely blest. 
 
 
 But he sae trig. 
 
 By all the lads of Lanark Mills. 
 
 
 Lap o'er the rig, 
 
 
 
 And dawtingly did cheer me. 
 
 Deceitful, dear, delusive dream. 
 
 
 When I, what reck. 
 
 Thou'rt fled— alas ! I know not where. 
 
 
 Did least expec' 
 
 Evanish'd is each blissful gleam. 
 
 
 To see my lad so near mo. 
 
 And left behind a load of care. 
 Adieu ! dear winding banks of Clyde, 
 
 
 His bonnet he. 
 
 A long farewell, ye rising hills j 
 
 
 A thought ajee. 
 
 No more I'll wander on your side, 
 
 
 Cock'd sprush when first he clasp'd me ; 
 
 Though still my heart's at Lanark Mills. 
 
 
 And I, I wat. 
 
 
 
 Wi' fainness grat, 
 
 While Tintock stands the pride of hills, 
 
 
 While in his grips he press'd me. 
 
 While Clyde's dark stream rolls to the sea, 
 
 
 I)eil tak- the war 1 
 
 So long, my dcir-loved Lanark Mills, 
 
 
 1 late and air. 
 
 May heaven's best blessings smile on thee. 
 
 
 Ha'e wiih'd since Jock departed , 
 
 A last adieu ! My Mary dear. 
 
 
 But now as glad 
 
 The briny tear my eye distills ; 
 
 
 I'm wi' my lad, 
 
 WTiile reason's powers continue clear. 
 
 
 As short syne broken-hearted. < 
 
 ) I'U think of thee, and Lanark M Uls. 
 
 
 
 i 
 
850 
 
 flOOTTUHaOVML 
 
 f^it ttoopis foetf embadil). 
 
 l^tmmU^rwm.} 
 
 Tks «roepi 1MM afl MBbMM M bevi I 
 
 TIM lUps wm ■adv «mil } 
 Aodloriagwif,— < w iii l ii( iii ii i . 
 
 Thijr parted ft«m tfMir « 
 
 rraaanthilrlMUtd 
 
 And1toibdl»ohMiMH 
 
 Par Ite, riM flit ftwi nft MpM i 
 
 BcMflitoOTHllh 
 aiMvaateatai 
 
 
 
 "AklvbownwatAll 
 
 WbP«tfi«aMlakf, 
 Orrook tlv «»d)* «k«i IhH VHf^ 
 
 If 1 ilM«U abHM I* dto r 
 
 Ob boMd Am Mpb iMlgaid to fl4^» 
 Tt p h a al t Jay to Mmt, 
 
 Vwmmh 
 
 n« Mw h« loMly oa th* bM«h ; 
 
 H* Mw hw on Um itnuid I 
 And •» «t batDMi *f tmn rmeb, 
 
 Um mm hat wmw hat baadl 
 
 With thw ny toiri ihaD d 
 And bMifM. «lw pMlM IHUB 
 
 8B{)ni frft I fib. 
 
 rirMklvM^ 
 
 MMd, li Igr liMl. T. a 0»AV, «■ «r Okrtoto 
 CterlM Ofigrp MtkOT gf ** Ufa nd Lgnta.*] 
 
 laqrkMrtlKail 
 
 nald«vUaa«%a^ 
 
 OMt taa tka «M ar aoiaakadf i 
 
 Adora th* bf««r «r nMabody, 
 Aad IHMW to ««vta« wtaiplm da«« 
 
 «■§ aB0W]f ■■■■ at aoMMaadjf ■ 
 
 ■m Jlaaanb to torato^to fVlia, 
 Alilii^iiiiiaailMiiiilHit 
 
 • UMvatovaTai 
 Utafmmmiam 
 WftmmMaafm 
 
 Aaifc— Hiifitoii 
 
 Aadi iiiHi iiipa^a 
 My toart, awaptond, konw a«v. 
 ■laraaahpa ttoato to "aoaabadf r 
 
 Hapa «M««a I'M toa happf a 
 nadw|yto«adara ' ' 
 
 T1whfMrlMrtoaa,<wrtiwitol 
 
 TlMa,to«ikaadto) 
 
 TaVfladMUMltoattaft 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 351 
 
 [Burns wrote his first version of this clever 
 cliaracteristic song in 1787, for the second volume 
 of Johnson's Museum, but, through some means 
 or other, it was not inserted there. In 1795, he 
 revised it, and sent it to George Thomson's col- 
 lection, where it appeared, and speedily became 
 popular. Johnson afterwards produced the origi- 
 nal version of the song in the sixth volume of his 
 Museum. Thtre is not much difference between 
 Johnson's and Thomson's version. We here fol- 
 low the latter, with the exception of one line in 
 the last verse but one, where we keep by Johnson's 
 reading. It is the line — 
 
 " And how my auld shoon fitted her shauehled 
 feet," 
 which Tliomson reads thus— 
 
 " And how her new shoon fit her auld shauehled 
 feet," 
 But as " auld shoon" is a common phrase for a 
 discarded lover who pays his addresses to another, 
 the sarcasm, according to Johnson's reading, is 
 the more biting. The song is sung to an old tune 
 called " The Queen of the Lothians," to which 
 there are also old words, beginning. 
 The Queen o' the Lothians cam' cruising to Fife, 
 
 Fal de ral, lal de ral, lairo. 
 To see gin a wooer wad tak her for life. 
 
 Sing hey ! fal lal de ral, lal de ral, lal de ral. 
 
 Hey ! fal lal de ral, lairo. 
 —But we need not quote any more of this.] 
 
 Last May a braw wooer cam' down the lang glen. 
 And sair wi' his love he did deave me ; 
 
 I said there was naething I hated like men ; 
 The deuce gae wi' him to believe me, believe me. 
 The deuce gae wi* him to believe me ! 
 
 He spak' o' the darts o' my bonnie black e'en. 
 And vow'd for my love he was deein'. 
 
 I said he micht dee when he liked for Jean ; 
 The guid forgi'e me for leein', for leein'. 
 The guid forgi'e me for leein ! 
 
 A weel-stoekit mailin', himsel' for the laird. 
 And marriage afif-hand, were his profl'er. 
 
 1 never loot on that I kenn'd it or cared ; 
 But thocht I micht ha'e a waur offer, Avaur offer. 
 But thocht I micht ha'e a waur offer. < 
 
 ! But what wad ye think. In a fortnicht or leas— 
 The deil's in his taste to gang near her ! — 
 
 He up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess — 
 Guess ye how, the jaud ! 1 could bear her, could 
 
 bear her. 
 Guess ye how, the jaud ! I could bear her! 
 
 But a* the next week, as I fretted wi' care, 
 
 I gaed to the tryst o' Dalgarnock ; 
 And wha but my braw fiekle wooer was there ? 
 
 Wha glowr'd as he had seen a warlock, a wjir- 
 lock, 
 
 Wha glowr'd as he had seen a warlock. 
 
 Out ower my left shouther I gi'ed him a blink. 
 Lest neebors micht say I was saucy ; 
 
 My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink. 
 And vow'd [ was his dear lassie, dear lassie. 
 And vow'd I was his dear lassie. 
 
 I speir'd for my cousin, fu* couthie and sweet. 
 Gin she had recover 'd her hearin' ? 
 
 And how my auld shoon fitted her shauehled 
 feet? 
 Gude sauf us ! how he fell a-swearin', a-swearin', 
 Gude sauf us ! how he fell a-swearin'. 
 
 He begged, for gudesake ! I wad be his wdfe, 
 Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow ; 
 
 Sae, e'en to preserve the puir body in life, 
 I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow, 
 I think I maun wed him to-morrow. 
 
 mnt^ wi^. 
 
 [The words chiefly written, and the music 
 partly composed, by John Parry. The music is 
 founded on an ancient Northumbrian melody.] 
 
 *' O MERRY row ! merry row 
 
 The bonnie, bonnie bark! 
 Bring back my love to calm my woe. 
 
 Before the night grows dark ! 
 My Donald wears a bonnet blue, 
 A bonnet blue, a bonnet blue, 
 A snow-white rose upon it too, 
 
 A Highland lad is he. 
 Then merry row, O merry row 
 
 The bonnie, bonnie bark ! 
 O merry row ! O merry, merry row, 
 And bring him safe to me !" 
 
859 
 
 iBaadahoakpRvall, 
 I tkoso^HlMafd m LowUa4 bmM 
 
 A Monn •■«••■ 
 
 The wmms na httb-th* wm« rma hlgfe- 
 
 ▲ad dwfc and mmtkj «m Um tky— 
 
 Tk* wlad dM Umdtf row. 
 Bb( bmrjt vowd( O OMViy towd 
 n* boooto. bonalt barkl 
 
 • OSiiMfVl 
 
 Omigtaiit*$ Beitl) ^mig. 
 
 tnn Mttw flf dM tWD Mlvwtv mff, J. O. 
 Coaninca, M JX, li a aaiiv* of tiMtj- Or* & 
 ~ iii w in j l HyiiMii paMI». 
 « lOTMd la Aa«ka-ito «•« T«li 
 XmtmL TMi jOTSMl »• ««i«i kr 
 
 Maii«iarMtoao.c 
 
 rAa8WBi.la»|] 
 
 That wliBplM «• #iM(f • 
 
 Tht rpMRli knriMa kaawa, aai Ik* iMattHr^lM 
 TteaaMlHMalidtMw, (km 
 
 WTHiHytoairt Wawr, 
 
 And •• tht lofad MHM ar aty Ufc-^ «f1f ^. 
 
 AadUw.ayaladt art i 
 
 ll7lMaftafl«a««Mfll» 
 Vm tUak I «• laat kad bMa pM«id fta* ikM. 
 
 Ok,«hlak«^9Mrl0v«. 
 
 Wtea cmM divHt aovw 
 Tb« boMB that ava taal M aRMMir i^ *M. 
 
 Aad tkM, Biy Mdd IdliMr, 
 LoMd *lmaad Mthw, 
 And, nUtlMri ah eiaaa I mg 
 I Ml IhM bi Mffrew, 
 Batah,«alh«BMn«« 
 
 Tha ««da that ha** tvOT 
 
 Oh4iaMaw.( 
 Aa- la th«B t 
 
 Oa.« 
 
 (i. O. Ovwnaa.) 
 ^rihaaMh. 
 
 r(>r«Hi»li«i«M«l 
 
 Aa>h«)rtWMdarh««>^ 
 Aa* AUnal ■aww apa* tha ti 
 
 la aa aMir Idr Ihaa iha. 
 
 Haa aarth aaht aialr «M fl> y 
 A Ula taaawM^ *a hOa af a*. 
 
 fca, a>W daa h al a * y— ■ aaaaa at 
 Waiila l Hi iiaalhahaMi 
 
 L-.J 
 
 ncwriMaahyBoBai 
 
 . Maalalv 
 
 Oar Ma faat a haafhw aa dagr al « 
 i OW aaan aad efW vMaMa aad BM 
 f AtlaagthtMr " A>— lai 
 

 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 353 
 
 I red ycu beware at the hunting, young men, . 
 I red you l)eware at the hunting, young men; 41 
 
 k 
 
 
 i 
 
 
 Tak' some on the wing. 
 
 
 
 And some as they spring, 
 But cannily steal on the bonuie moor-hen. 
 
 ^uihf^ mu*^ im%. 
 
 
 Old Phoebus, himself, as he peeped o'er the hill. 
 
 [W. B. Sanostbb.— Here first printed.] 
 
 
 In spite at her plumage he tried his skill : 
 
 
 
 He leveUed hia rays where she basked In the 
 
 Oh weary long this lonely night. 
 
 
 His rays were outshone, and but marked where 
 she lay. 
 
 An' dowie dark the starless skies. 
 Like my poor heart that hath nae light. 
 
 
 But comes from my beloved's eyes. 
 
 
 They hunted the valley, they hunted the hill. 
 The best o" our lads wi' the best o' their skill j 
 
 A n' thine, dear babe, in lightest sleep. 
 Unbroken as the summer's deep. 
 
 
 I!ut still as the fairest she sat in their sight. 
 
 
 
 Then, whirr ! she waa over a mile at a flight. 
 
 Roll on, thou cold and stilly hours. 
 
 Roll on like waves that gently fan 
 The morning with her honied flowers. 
 
 
 
 When leaves grow brighter, every one. 
 An' the soft air, like silver bells. 
 Sings in the broom that gems our dells. 
 
 
 E^utea'^ lut a Umu. 
 
 I hear the gentle rush of wings— 
 I see the light of wandering stars. 
 
 
 [Captain Chaklks Gray, R. M.— Air, " Pin- 
 
 And many a budding hope upsprings. 
 
 
 kie House."] 
 
 Glittering with gowden dots and bars ; 
 But ah ! woe's me, 'tis in my mind 
 
 
 Louisa's but a lassie yet. 
 
 A peopled world, where all are blind. 
 
 
 Her age is no twice nine ; 
 
 
 
 She lang has been her mammle's pet— 
 
 And now, ah ! now, the vision fades. 
 
 
 1 wish that she were mine ! 
 
 The colours fly— the lights are gone— 
 
 
 She's licht o' heart, and licht o* foot- 
 
 The inmates hang their weary heads. 
 
 
 She's blythe as blythe can be ; 
 
 Their features freeze— are turn'd to stone 
 
 
 She's dear to a' her friends about. 
 
 Alas, alas ! my baby boy. 
 
 
 liut dearer far to me ! 
 
 Awake and give thy mother joy. 
 
 
 A fairer face I may ha'e seen. 
 
 
 
 And passed it lightly by. 
 
 
 
 L( uisa's in her tartan sheen. 
 
 
 
 Has fixed my wandering eye: 
 A thousand beauties there I trace. 
 
 'E'itx^ i^ a iMniir iofoer. 
 
 
 That ithers canna see ; 
 
 
 
 My blessings on that bonnie face- 
 
 
 
 She's a' the world to me 1 
 
 [Words and Music by Anhrkw Park.] 
 
 
 Oh, love has wiles at his command ! 
 
 There is a bonnie blushing flower. 
 
 
 Whene'er we chance to meet, 
 
 But ah ! I darena breathe the name ! 
 
 
 The slightest pressure o' her hand 
 
 1 fain would steal it frae its bower, 
 
 
 aiaks my fond bosom beat ; 
 
 Though a' should think me sair to blame. 
 
 
 I hear the throbbing o' my heart 
 
 It smiles sae sweet amang the rest. 
 
 
 While nought but her 1 see ; — 
 
 Like brightest star where ithers shine; 
 
 
 When shall i meet, nae mair to part. 
 
 Fain would I place it in my breast, 
 
 
 Louisa, dear, wi' thee? < 
 
 t And make this bonnie blossom mine. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
8A4 
 
 noorruiH 
 
 4 
 
 1 «• thk Mr, tto kvowit* •emm, 
 M7 kMtft b«li Mtk. wMk wWi itaMMk 
 
 Bat eh 1 1 ter to owa Hi AMWib 
 Or tow lttn»H» pmnmt ■taa, 
 
 Wtr dMmld It wither la n^ anas. 
 Wba> waafcl nnrif ay fcaaa h fal 
 
 ▲ wa'-7t coward th aaf fc to, awa'«— 
 That floww eaa a««w ti4» wMk laa^ 
 
 al 
 
 ■Aanlimll 
 
 Vat Mil 
 
 Wbca dMfUhM aB4 ater^ bf ma, 
 Aad a' tojrioy. aad a' atj aaia, 
 
 Thb boMla Maikli« aoaw ihaO bt ! 
 
 State tit Ktottl^. 
 
 [Woaat by J. B. FtAJteHa. Vaila alt 
 arraaftd bf O. Bavtart Biiatf ] 
 
 DaAwtl 
 Ofwra 
 
 Wlw kMdi aot tka MMnaw h aaa AM a^ iMaa. 
 Th« flaw thqr M* ••tfi'vtaf. fatfiltot. Prtk-rtac 
 
 Tha alaa» thqr ■>• gMhllat bf torfi and If taai 
 TIM baaaOTi thay ata i^ftaf , BriNk i^F**** 
 
 Tha b aa aaw thay ata ly t iial I w i to ilitoi y . 
 
 Ohaiaa ai y» tkarfal to tha dayaaf laaf 
 laaad to tka oniH. tha omH, IIm aMN, 
 Ha who bat MtofB li Mi H« «f IMm. 
 
 ! 
 blto 
 
 And wha baoi aai lOOToy li oaiMao* tkfawi 
 The itroaxlo !• over, over, over, 
 Tba atfaggW li fl 
 
 wka thair daty lana Aam» ! 
 ■ lia th tha—aad, aowtkod, Bcotlaad, Baatlaadl 
 
 With thy lovaa thistle new buuvk eatwine t 
 rbneahall ne'er part them, part them, part th«B, 
 
 But hand down the carlaad to each eon o- thiaa. . 
 
 ttUte h ■? •>* — 1» tirtMi H 1B» BMIi by 
 
 BliMl[iili««artoai,K 
 Ik vtftoto ItBH batoar Mi kM% 
 HhbiaamtlibhMtJab 
 Th« ay arn a*, fliy flMcl«HB W* 
 
 Aad hiy, toy ai mj t l u a i Bwia i 
 OTj^ttatmtoa BmI 1 «• hM. 
 
 «y j lii tl «iaWa« 
 Ht^aftMWMaad 
 
 WaaMahamala^M, 
 
 Chat aB Iha wat. pat an the diy, 
 
 Aad fae to tod. my dcaito. 
 
 Than ap wit a*. *a. 
 
 I lm> ba«i MM*. I ha^ baea wart. 
 
 The beaalMl ilghl that e^ I mw 
 
 fjAitae MAcaaaAi.ab— Rata Am pHatod.) 
 
 TwM al the hnv aftloamla* fli*. 
 
 The iaa had rowd him to hie rml, 
 Ae I aanle etarr-lhe elar o' luw. 
 
 Bat ■aiBa« hi the dappled weal. 
 The wtirf had Ml the »a1 hme tovMl, 
 
 Aad •maac the Mrk trae taaeaa 1^ eMI. 
 Whea, awaetor thaa the wild t^ 
 
 I mat Iha hMi a* Cia!gle hOL 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 A fragrant odour scarcely fanned 
 
 The water-lily's gentle brow, 
 \Vi' laden wing it stole and leant 
 
 Upon the lamb amang the dew ; 
 Nor woke the throstle as he slept, 
 
 And dream 'd o' many a joyous trill, 
 Amang the lovely beechen groves 
 
 That shade the lass o' Ci-aigle hill. 
 
 The beauty of Elora's fane 
 
 Kiss'd by the ruby lips o' morn, 
 And halo'd o'er wi" pearly gems. 
 
 The purest e'er from ocean borne. 
 May feast the soul o' pilgrim worn. 
 
 And make his raptured bosom thrill,- 
 A fairer sight now bless'd my eyes. 
 
 The bonnie lass o' Craigie hill. 
 
 She walked in gladness like the morn 
 
 Alang the dewy velvet green, 
 The brow o' night grew fair and bright, 
 
 Enamour'd wi' her bonnie een ; 
 A nd on her peerless cheeks were seen 
 
 The hues that opening rosebuds fill. 
 When summer skies, in rainbow dyes, 
 
 Bend o'er the lass o* Craigie hill. 
 
 That balmy eve, that lassie feir. 
 
 The looks o' love she gave to me, 
 Still glow within my bosom's core. 
 
 As diamonds in the deep, deep sea. 
 And till I lie on death's dark lea. 
 
 By elm-tree shade or mountain rill. 
 The pole star o' my heart shall be 
 
 The bonnie lass o' Craigie hill. 
 
 11! dfw nf m^ fjcatct. 
 
 As I was a walking ae May morning. 
 
 The fiddlers an' youngsters were making their 
 And there 1 saw my faithless lover, [game. 
 
 And a' my sorrows return 'd again. 
 "Well since he is gane, joy gang wi' him ; 
 
 It's ne'er be he shall gar me complain : 
 111 cheer up my heart, and I will get anither; 
 
 I'll never lay a' my love upon ane. 
 
 I could na get sleeping yestreen for weeping. 
 The tears ran down like showers o' rain ; 
 
 An' had na I got greiting my heart wad a broken ; 
 And O ! but love's a tormenting pain. 
 
 355 
 
 4", But since he is gane, mty joy gae wi' him ; 
 
 It's never be he that shall gar me complain : 
 I'll cheer up my heart, and 1 will get anither; 
 I'll never lay a' my love upon ane. 
 
 When I gade into my mither's new house, 
 
 I took my wheel and s.it down to spin ; 
 'Twas there I first began my thrift; 
 
 And a' the wooers came linking in. 
 It was gear he was seeking, but gear he'll na get ; 
 
 And its never be he that shall gar me com- 
 plain : 
 For I'll cheer up my heart, and I'll soon get 
 anither; 
 
 I'll never lay a' my love upon ane. 
 
 1 lia-f k^t mg hh2. 
 
 [Written by the Ettrick Shepherd, and first 
 published in "The Edinburgh Literary Journal." 
 Music composed by a Gentleman of Glasgow.] 
 
 I ha'e lost my love, an' I dinna ken how, 
 
 I ha'e lost my love, an' I carena ; 
 For laith will I be just to lie down an' dee. 
 And to sit down and greet wad be baimly; 
 j But a screed o' ill nature 1 canna weel help, 
 I At having been guidit unfairly; 
 I An' weel wad I like to gi'e women a skelp. 
 An' yerk their sweet hafifets fu" yarely. 
 
 j O ! plague on the limmers, sae sly an' demure. 
 
 As pawkie as de'ils wi' their smiling ; 
 
 1 As fickle as winter in sunshine and shower. 
 
 The hearts of a' mankind beguiling; 
 
 As sour as December, as soothing as May, 
 
 To suit their ain ends never doubt them ; 
 Their ill fau'ts I couldna tell ower in a day. 
 But their beauty's the warst thing about them ! 
 
 Ay, that's what sets up the hale warld in a 
 lowe — 
 
 Makes kingdoms to rise an' expire; 
 Man's might is nae mair than a flaughten o' tow. 
 
 Opposed to a bleeze o' reid fire ! 
 'Twas woman at first n ade creation to tend. 
 
 And of nature's prime lord made the pillow ! 
 An' 'tis her that will bring this ill warld to an 
 
 end — 
 ■ An' that will be seen an' heard tell o' I 
 
ss$ 
 
 A*fi tit mu\x. 
 
 
 ■ ■iUHfc<i««i^ thai 
 
 ifcawpiiH— ll iBiiwiMil,inHlli>iia 
 
 [Tmb mm of "O^ir Um avlr mm 
 Hmt'omi be ttMi4 tacfc at 1«mi m 
 B«r% (MiMltMi. akOTt UM jw m^ vfcOTa k 
 
 tMomti^ klfklr iV(r1lc4 «■< K 
 
 BnM. Ite wf iil Hw •€ Jaus flMfm. ft Urt 
 
 vlMtaTtlM Om «Ma<i7 «tdi MrOIv flay«n» 
 
 AawMtt. and «b* Hto. te Ac«i«Ml|y «r A !«»■• 
 
 tfBftr. "l taak ika mhi ' 
 
 tai.'* «|« BaiM, -aa aba vaa alMDtat ttnagk 
 
 AWmafc ha 4a« Ml «j aa, Bvm 
 
 aitod If » «w IMT 
 
 Um aaa( daaa aal af 
 
 avalaaM9ablkto«ai EtftoWfidk ts 
 
 ••Tka ATiakka CaaMapacaitai aC Baraa," a na* 
 
 aMir ar Jaaa Olatar la glTaa. ftaaa vM* va laka 
 
 lfcaii>»^aCiiliiiilB| ttaMlavlagpaMtait- 
 
 ' AavaabaniatdM Tiwfcaadaf KIlMiiiiit, 
 
 a»i>atmo<at» , itai,ar | iiiialiiiHii m iil« 
 
 tt«trat>wa. i ia w ai 
 
 laflihaaBlM at tlM Maik afaalaaa. hi wMah «M 
 
 Aqw I. My 4aar. «lHaa l» llir iHMia ? 
 
 U«Mrtrardaia,>nyt<l — a>hathar> 
 •ari *^ I mt tha taaar terfa 
 
 That ftai aiBMg UM UaaaM' kMttaak 
 
 Wa Mi aa «Mni ayaa • iMk, 
 
 4artha«i«a,aa4lBaaavU V 
 
 AvtthaMaCllMhanaaarihaaaakaiid || 
 Har I 
 
 vaa aM ar aivwMH^ aha*arad. If BVM ta la ba I 
 aiadMad, vHh iha mm ib h af fkOj. flaa, a»4 I 
 mMMtBM. AhaatlhattaMUMlraivartoe 
 maaaad, a htalhM' af Jaaala^ (Jwaa Olatar) ta- 1| 
 
 ■m akana^ aif hart. Mi afa il 
 
 % «a awl *j ! ifca dMB W B^hM, 
 
 In ttaaaiflagr af dMOoanpaay 
 daaah. vhkfe aaoamd aha 
 laavlac ataa<hiar, vhaaa 
 
 &n tit mult. 
 
 MtTtn^ojU'Mimmw^ 'ri'toili^B CTwalia«ilh«ai*aC*Owlha»rtra»Mt 
 I. M vaU aa aamal aOMn, laaaOaalihafftoV fl** heather.- mA «aa vrttiM fef trBWABT 
 I iaaaia and tha ♦ rtaUht af.ha»4 hlaihgaail' Hl««^». » MtNa af g> ili>ihaa. aad tgrmiaa 
 
 a «aa BMm4 • Ml M«faftMl.«Y yaMV I Mkr> •*» iM hi lot. at aa adimcai aiab 
 a«a( m). whaaa Ihay frntmrm ni tatr afcwli^li PpaUhhad a— Jl i i l aiai af pmrnm, la whiah, ■ 
 lathalatfa raa« af a paMla-haaaa aaOad iha D •* ("Maka nat, ha aiahna kr Ma aaiig pal«Kr af 
 'Blaok BouK*ftanailfBahavaihadaaraflhainialatoJ«BaOk«ir^ Piar BfMSf laan hatoa hii 
 II iiBl|aiB,hi>t by aaa Datld Laaaaau P ai li t yi1h.haiiwaa — i l wai aiaithaaaaa H y, partly 
 aylliiwiid ktr I Hiiiiirllai hhaarff ty tha aJa af Map 
 
 ««iiha«aaMli 
 
 Mai 
 
 • aftha 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. QQ^J 
 
 
 Ae morn of May, when fields were gay, ^ 
 
 
 
 Serene and charming was the weather, 
 I chanc'd to roam some miles frae home. 
 
 imtlm'^ un^ (^Jaiclie. 
 
 
 
 Far o'er yon muir, amang the heather. 
 
 
 
 
 O'er the muir amang the heather. 
 
 [Music arranged by R. A. Smith. At page 326 
 
 
 
 O'er the muir amang the heather. 
 
 will be found another song with the same fantiistio 
 
 
 
 How healthsome 'tis to range the muirs. 
 
 tide.] 
 
 
 
 And brush the dew from vernal heather. 
 
 O WHA's for Scotland and Charlie ? 
 
 
 
 I walk'd along and humm'd a song, 
 
 wha's for Scotland and CharUe ? 
 
 
 
 My heart was light as ony feather. 
 
 He's come o'er the sea 
 
 
 
 And soon did pass a lovely lass. 
 
 To his ain countrie ; 
 
 
 
 Was wading barefoot thro' the heather! 
 
 Now wha's for Scotland and Charlie ? 
 
 
 
 O'er the muir amang the heather. 
 
 Awa', awa', auld carlie. 
 
 
 
 O'er the muir amang the heather. 
 
 Awa', awa', auld carlie. 
 
 
 
 The bonniest lass that e'er 1 saw. 
 
 Gi'e Charlie his crown. 
 
 
 
 I met ae morn amang the heather. 
 
 And let him sit down, 
 Whare ye've been sae lang, auld carlie. 
 
 
 
 Her eyes divine, mair bright did shine. 
 
 
 
 
 Than the most clear unclouded ffither; 
 
 It's up in the morning early. 
 
 
 
 A fairer form did ne'er adorn 
 
 It's up in the morning early; 
 
 
 
 A brighter scene than blooming heather. 
 
 The bonnie white rose ; 
 
 
 
 O'er the muir amang the heather. 
 
 The plaid and the hose. 
 
 
 
 O'er the muir amang the heather. 
 
 Are on for Scotland and Charlie. 
 
 
 
 There's ne'er a lass in Scotia's isle. 
 
 
 
 
 Can vie with her amang the heather. 
 
 The swords are drawn now fairly. 
 The swords are drawn now fairly. 
 
 
 
 I said, " Dear maid, be not afraid ; 
 
 The swords they are drawn. 
 
 
 
 Pray, sit you down, let's talk together; 
 
 And the pipes they ha'e blawn 
 
 
 
 For, ! my fair, I vow and swear. 
 
 A pibroch for Scotland and Charlie. 
 
 
 
 You've stole my heart amang the heather." 
 
 
 
 
 O'er the muir amang the heather. 
 
 The flags are fleein' fu' rarely. 
 
 
 
 O'er the muir amang the heather. 
 
 The flags are fleein' fu' rarely, 
 
 
 
 Ye swsiins, beware of yonder muir. 
 
 And Charlie's awa' 
 
 
 
 You'll los3 your hearts amang the hea- 
 
 To see his ain ha'. 
 
 
 
 ther. 
 
 And to bung his faes right sairly. 
 Then wha's for Scotland and Charlie ? 
 
 
 
 She answer'd me, right modestly. 
 
 O wha's for Scotland and Charlie ? 
 
 
 
 " I go, kind Sir, to seek my father. 
 
 He's come o'er the sea 
 
 
 
 Whose fleecy charge, he tends at large. 
 
 To his ain countrie; 
 
 
 
 On yon green hills, beyond the heather." 
 
 Then wlia's for Scotland and Charlie ? 
 
 
 
 O'er the muir amang the heather. 
 
 
 
 
 O'er the muir amang the heather. 
 
 
 
 
 Were I a king, thou shou'dst be mine. 
 
 
 
 
 Dear blooming maid amang the heather. 
 
 
 
 
 Away she flew out of my view, 
 
 Her home or name I ne'er could gather. 
 
 €5m t^u Tm in hU* 
 
 1 
 
 
 
 But aye sin* syne I sigh and pine 
 
 
 
 
 For that sweet lass amang the heather. 
 
 ' Gin e'er I'm in love, it shall be with a 'ass 
 
 
 
 O'er the muir amang the hejither. 
 
 j As sweet as the mom dew that ligs on 'he grass , 
 
 
 
 O'er the muir amang the heather. 
 
 i Her cheeks maun be ruddy, her e'en maun be 
 
 
 
 While vital heat glows in my heart. 
 
 1 bright. 
 
 
 
 I'll love the lass amang the heather. i 
 
 Like stars in the sky on a cauld frosty night. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
858 
 
 aooTniiu soxea 
 
 !«e«MIbirtkMirieAkaltMlkia, A 
 
 
 M7 daddy w«l halt m* lo OMny irt* Brfl, 
 Dat wha iTMl IW* am that Iw caaaa Uka mMf 
 What tkor dM kas atikb, dM^ UMvy aad aaM, 
 
 Oh ! irta I fM ih a ««aM M IkK 
 
 Ok i fte I irt * a vliM •• IM^ 
 
 I'd «ki# kv>, a^ akM» k», 
 
 Aad ha^ kw, aM ikip kv, 
 
 Tha davll fcr MMkoaM aritaH a kiM. 
 
 ■k»«ma»tka>IHka^>ki r Nrt .fct>k,lll 
 ftar WIDjr did fer kOT a IMV wkite i«a. 
 Ok i gtai I frt ria a vaMM aa ttk^ 
 Ok i fla I «M ilt a «NM«M ai Ikl^ 
 
 Bataa4 — >lM<a,tka»>jinlklk'»lpy, 
 
 At Hrlka M a Marttav. as Hmmb* ■■ Mv i 
 Wka'i ftaa frota a' wiaafMat, aad JaagHag aai 
 
 Aad 111 lak- k«. aad aak* kir BV ■!• lMi« *r 
 
 Hlk. 
 Ok i gte I ttl ria a iMla at ikK 
 Ok I gla I fM ila a iMtia M ih «. 
 
 in kte kar aad ftwt k«. 
 
 S^f Vracn of ^ar, 
 
 (AuB-LAnaaTB 
 ■itod (wllkeai 
 kwafNw^lalba 
 
 UM,tdi«tdbyB.A.Btottk. Tkaak.aaBtdOTka 
 Biatt tTMar.- it oM and taatOtat. aad It MM It 
 kaft baw ptaiiad oa all nnntrfntt «k«i Ika lari 
 BimMirt kit elaa, at It wm oa Ihrir aMrck la 
 Ikt baMla aT SktRiftnulr. which «M tagM S«v. { 
 
 rkMBaNwim aad falkMt Hany HWI 
 
 ■Mdt hf Ikt BaHi My. aad ana vary aiataat: 
 
 1, ITTL 
 m Maalt. aari ar riHMMM I dltd ki Farii, ITS 
 (Itl Bany Martt. ki a lkw la Ikt aaH af Pka- 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 BCOTTISH SONG a. 359 
 
 
 Macdonald'8 men, ^ But I was baking when he came. 
 
 
 
 Clan-Ranald-8(11) men. 
 
 When he came, whon he came ; 
 
 
 
 Mackenrie'8(12) men, 
 
 I took him in and gied him a scone. 
 
 
 
 Macgillvary'8(13) men. 
 
 To thowe his frozen mou'. 
 
 
 
 Strathallan'8(14) men. 
 
 
 
 
 The Lowlan' men. 
 
 I set him in aside the bink ; 
 
 
 
 Of CaUender(15) and Airly.(18) 
 
 I ga'e him bread and ale to drink ; 
 But ne'er a blythe stjme wad he blink. 
 
 
 
 Fy ! Donald, up and let's awa'. 
 
 Until his wame was fu'. 
 
 
 
 We canna langer parlej'. 
 
 
 
 
 When Jamie'8 back is at the wa'. 
 
 Gae, get you gone, you cauldrife wooer. 
 
 
 
 The lad we lo'e sae dearly. 
 
 Ye sour-looking, cauldrife wooer! 
 
 
 
 We'll go— we'll go 
 
 I straightway show'd him to the door. 
 
 
 
 And meet the foe 
 
 Saying, Come nae mair to woo. 
 
 
 
 And fling the plaid, 
 
 
 
 
 And swing the blade. 
 
 There lay a deuk- dub before the door. 
 
 
 
 And forward dash- 
 
 Before the door, before the door ; 
 
 
 
 And hack and slash— 
 
 There lay a deuk -dub before the door. 
 
 
 
 And fleg the German Carlie. 
 
 And there feU he, I trow J 
 
 
 
 
 Out cam' the gudeman, and high he shouted; 
 
 
 
 ^■^^ Caul^rifie W^^er. 
 
 Out cam' the guid-wife, and laigh she louted ; 
 And a' the toun-neebors were gather'd about it; 
 
 
 
 [This song first api)eared in Herd's collection. 
 
 And there lay he I trow ! 
 
 
 
 1776. Nothing is known of its authorship. In 
 modem collections, it is generally entitled " The 
 
 Then out cam' I, and sneer'd and smil'd ; 
 
 
 
 Brisk Young Lad," a very different designation 
 
 Ye cam' to woo, but ye're a' beguiled; 
 
 
 
 from its original one of" The Cauldrife Wooer." 
 
 Ye've fa 'en i' the dirt, and ye're a' bef^Ied; 
 
 
 
 The tune, which is a lively one, goes by the comi- 
 
 We'll ha'e nae mair o' you 1 
 
 
 
 cal name of " Bung your eye in the morning."] 
 
 
 
 
 Thkrb cam* a young man to my daddie's door. 
 
 
 
 
 My daddie's door, my daddie's door; 
 
 There cam' a young man to my daddie's door. 
 
 ^^t jmai^ of SkM^nneL 
 
 
 
 <Jam' seeking me to woo. 
 
 
 
 
 And ^ow ! but he was a braw young lad. 
 
 [MuNRO.— Air by the Earl of Eglinton.] 
 
 
 
 A brisk young lad, and a braw young lad. 
 
 
 
 
 And wow : but he was a braw young lad. 
 
 The pearl of the fountain, the rose of the valley. 
 
 
 
 Cam' seeking me to woo. 
 
 Are sparkling and lovely, are stainless and mild; 
 The pearl sheds its ray 'neath the dark water 
 gaily. 
 
 
 
 (11) Ranald Macdonald, captain of clan-Ranald. 
 
 
 
 " He was the most gallant and generous young gen- 
 
 The rose opes its blossoms to bloom on the wild. 
 
 
 
 tleman among the clan: " he fell in the field of battle. 
 
 The pearl and the rose are the emblems of Mary, 
 
 
 
 (12) Mackenzie, earl of Seaforth: died 1740. 
 
 The maid of Glenconnel, once lovely and gay; 
 
 
 
 (13) Macgillvary : a name applied to the clans 
 
 A false lover woo'd her — ye damsels be wary — 
 
 
 
 in general. 
 
 Now scathed is the blossom, now dimni'd is the 
 
 
 
 (14) Strathal Ian— viscount Strathallan : he was 
 
 ray. 
 
 
 
 taken prisoner at Sherrif&nuir ; pardoned ; joined 
 
 
 
 
 Prince Charles Stuart, and fell in the battle of 
 
 You have seen her, when mom brightly dawn'd 
 
 
 
 CuUoden, 1746. 
 
 on the mountain. 
 
 
 
 (15) Callender— Livingston earl of Callender 
 
 Trip blythely along, singing sweet to the gale ; 
 
 
 
 and Linlithgow; attainted. 
 
 At noon, with her lambs, by the side of yon foun- 
 
 
 
 (16) Airly, Ogilvie, eldest son of the earl of 
 
 tain, 
 
 
 
 Airly; attainted, but afterwards pardoned. ^ 
 
 s Or wending, at eve, to her home In the vale. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
BOOTTlsa M>X61k 
 
 ■«< pBl», la Ow gtan At li « 
 
 mtJhmrmMmn - 
 
 f«w^*-«ai hew Ma kt I 
 
 »I H i i l t *^ 
 
 Si^e VriDal o*t. 
 
 (Warrra* ty AunAVMS Bmb. MikOT af 
 •• TIM FortaMMi AapktPta^** • poan 
 I* 17«, sad «r wpwrf III I mil Ml 
 e«hMi^«rtk»«i«B-law«B «m «dM * 
 
 ■•• «M kom la Atwliit^lw ahMt tlM fvr. 
 nw, aat «Bi pafMb MlMkaartw of LMklH la 
 F«dhffrfUi«,lbrll^fau«. Nc^MlallA TW 
 taa* •• Ik* pMwat aa^ ii a Rltklnid i*nuki|i^ 
 •alMhiH " '■■ ' - - - 
 
 Ta«T ay *alJWkqftl ipMi ««l 4^ 
 Tkayytkat l itki ji liywiawla^ 
 
 For ka gw aa W a aa ff Ifta 4af t 
 I kapa aaH ka>» a WMal a^i 
 
 B* Ikara art* Mm «M aiktfa* aaaai 
 I kapa apiall iM-a a bfMal oX 
 
 jka «a kal kat a UMal o^ 
 
 Aa «a kad bat a br«*J o% 
 W«^< lM«a tka i«aiM«» rM« kHk. 
 
 ANkaagk tkm a^kl batlda n eX 
 Par bMal 4a|i aaa MMtiy UBMi, 
 
 Aad 7«u« Mk Vka tka aaarfaf at. 
 Aa4 HrlkUan tiwf kai« ■» tt 
 
 AadUp— pkiytka l i I g a^ 
 
 Tka kMM nkt a ktIM a% 
 
 Tka kHM Uka a fatMU a^l 
 Tkdr kraaa aMaa ka ki auik aaa Sa, 
 
 Allkai«k tkat Ikiv riMBM faMa n af^ 
 TkalKHiia'tkakktlitfwa 
 
 Aa4aMka«aa*lad 
 
 aarv 
 
 »kliika( 
 (k«aX 
 
 lMa% 
 
 Pka tklik aa4 yaaa^kaM Ikv a 
 Ilk aaa aaatai Ika lelkar aX 
 
 
 fka dMy fea'k taw «r aaHat afi, 
 
 Pka tfMf ka« 4aaa at* aattaf at. 
 Far 4Bailag Umt gat la ika gPMa, 
 
 Aai aiklaa la ika kaaiki art! 
 Ba 4aaa« kaallfeal Auwaa IM*, 
 
 Aai laafa aftUka analM ai% 
 Aad ctepa kla kaa«i ftaa koaRk to koi 
 
 Aa< tuU akaat ika ftiilagi aru 
 
 UuB*BaM>] 
 
 Aa4 *a «ai »a in «k» iplaala' a>i 
 ■w laaM kar Aaaa, aa4 kaa laak laak ai 
 Aad ttat aaa a fead kaflaatai' art. 
 
 l<aa «aa«i« a «fk kr teat a^kt faa 
 t AadtkltaaatakalkakislMria'a^i 
 Bat I aaar I ikal aaait II kv aa k 
 
 Or awr I tiy Ika iplaala* art. 
 For aaav ttmtt aaar Ikty ca*d at tkty aa* mf, 
 DM ale a aMa^ aai wiwIiaBltr baki* aM i 
 Bat ya riMn lat Iwat kaMk ta kai« aad la 4i 
 aia, 
 Tkt aelal Uaw 1 117 Ika apiaalB* e^ 
 

 
 
 
 1 
 
 
 
 
 1 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 36] 
 
 
 I ha'e keepit my house now these threescore years,^ I'm right glad to heart, kimmer. 
 
 
 
 And aye I kept frae the spinnin" o't; 
 
 I'm right glad to hear't; 
 
 
 
 But how I was sarkit, foul fa' them that speirs. 
 
 I ha'e a gude braid claymore. 
 
 
 
 For it minds me upo' the beginnln' o't. 
 
 And for ffls sake I'll weart. 
 
 
 
 But our women are now-a-daj's a' grown sae braw. 
 
 Sin' Charlie he is landed. 
 
 
 
 That ilk anemaun ha'e a sark, and some ha'e twa— 
 
 We ha'e nae mair to fear ; 
 
 
 
 The warlds were better where ne'er ane ava 
 
 Bin' Charlie he is come, kimmer. 
 
 
 
 Had a rag, but ane at the beginnin' o't. 
 
 We'Uha'eajub'leeyear. 
 
 
 
 In the days they ca' yore, gin auld fouks bad but 
 won 
 To a surcojit, hough-syde, for the winnin o't. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Of coat-raips weel cut by the cast o' their bum. 
 
 
 
 
 They never socht mair o' the spinnin' o't. 
 
 ® J^ E^moiii^. 
 
 
 
 A pair o' grey hoggers weil cluikit benew. 
 
 
 
 
 Of nae other lit but the hue of the ewe. 
 
 
 
 
 With a pair o' rough mullions to scuff through 
 
 [Wm. Chalmers.] 
 
 
 
 the dew. 
 
 
 
 
 Was the fee they socht at the beginnin' o't. 
 
 "0, LAssiH, wilt thou go 
 
 
 
 But we maun ha'e linen, and that maun ha'e we. 
 
 To the Lomond wi' me. 
 
 
 
 And how get we that but by spinnin' o't? 
 
 The wild thyme's in bloom. 
 
 
 
 How can we ha'e face for to seek a gieat fee. 
 
 And the flow'r's on the lea ; 
 
 
 
 Except we can help at the winnin' o't ? 
 
 Wilt thou go, my dearest love ? 
 
 
 
 And we maun ha'e pearlins, and mabbies, and 
 
 I will ever constant prove. 
 
 
 
 cocks. 
 
 I'll range each hill and grove 
 
 
 
 And some other things that the ladies ca' smocka ; 
 
 On the Lomond wi' thee." 
 
 
 
 Ami how get we that, gin we tak' na our rocks. 
 
 
 
 
 And pow what we can at the spinnin' o't? 
 
 " young men are fickle. 
 Nor trusted to be. 
 
 
 
 'Tis needless for us to mak' our remarks, 
 
 And many a native gem 
 
 
 
 Frae our mither's miscookin' the spinnin' o't. 
 
 Shines fair on the lea : 
 
 
 
 She never kenn'd ocht o' the gueed o' the sarks. 
 
 Thou may see some lovely flower 
 
 
 
 Frae this aback to the beginnin' o't. 
 
 Of a more attractive power. 
 
 
 
 Twa-three ell o' plaiden was a' that was socht 
 
 And may take her to thy bower. 
 
 
 
 By our auld-warld bodies, and that bude be bought; 
 
 On the Lomond wi' thee." 
 
 
 
 For in ilka town siccan things wasna viTOcht— 
 
 
 
 
 Sae little they kenn'd o' the spinnin' o'tl 
 
 " The hynd shall forsake. 
 On the mountain, the doe ; 
 
 
 
 
 The stream of the fountain 
 Shall cease for to flow ; 
 
 
 
 Hiljiat*^ u* till? ^U2t. 
 
 Ben-Lomond shall bend 
 His high brow to the sea. 
 Ere I take to my bower. 
 
 
 
 [Jacobite Song.] 
 
 Any flower, love, but thee." 
 
 
 
 What's a' the steer, kimmer? 
 
 She's taken her mantle. 
 
 
 
 What's a' the steer ? 
 
 He's taken his plaid ; 
 
 
 
 CharUe he is landed. 
 
 He coft her a ring. 
 
 
 
 An', haith, he'll soon be here. 
 
 And he made her his tride: 
 
 
 
 The win' was at his back, carle. 
 
 They're far o'er yon hills 
 
 
 
 The win' was at his back ; 
 
 To spend their happy days. 
 
 
 
 I carena, sin' he's come, carle. 
 
 And range the woody glens 
 
 
 
 We were na worth a plack. ^ 
 
 ft 'Mang the Lomond braes. 
 
 

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 TlMf war* tiia boaato toanat 
 
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 SCOTTISH SONGS. 3(J3 
 
 #^taii:*^ ^^mt ■ 
 
 i Thou drank'st the precious blood of those 
 
 Who fought that day fu' ssiirly, 
 
 A glorious day for Scotland's foes. 
 
 
 [Written by Miss Annk Kkith, otherwise 
 
 Eventful for prince Charlie ! 
 
 
 called Mrs. Munay Keith, a lady whom Sir 
 
 
 
 "Walter Scott has portrayed in the Introduction 
 
 Oh ! Charlie, noble, gallant youth. 
 
 
 to the Chronicles of the Canongate, under the 
 
 Thy memory Scots revere ; 
 
 
 name of Mrs. Bethune Italiol. She was born in 
 
 They loved thee with the warmest truth. 
 
 
 1736, and died in April, 1818. In a letter to 
 
 Their hearts were all sincere: 
 
 
 Terry, dated 18th April, 1818, Sir Walter says. 
 
 But traitor knaves, with brib'ry base. 
 
 
 " You will be sorry to hear that we have lost 
 
 Made death's darts Hy fu' rarely. 
 
 
 our excellent old friend, Mrs. Murray Keith. 
 
 And Scotland lang will mind the place 
 
 
 Much tradition, and of the very best kind, has 
 
 She lost her royal Charlie. 
 
 
 died with this excellent old lady ; one of the few 
 
 
 
 persons whose spirits and cleanliness, and fresh- 
 
 
 
 ness of mind and body, made old age lovely and 
 
 
 
 desirable."— The music to " Oscar's Ghost" is by 
 Mrs. Tough.] 
 
 D'^mpin' SJ^S^* 
 
 
 0, SEE that form that faintly gleams ! 
 
 [The tune of "Jumpin* John," or "Joan's 
 
 
 'Tis Oscar come to cheer my dreams ! 
 
 Placket," is very old, and is thought to be the 
 
 
 On wings of wind he flies away ; 
 
 progenitor of the Irish air called " Lillibulero." 
 
 
 stay, my lovely Oscar, stay ! 
 
 There is a tradition that "Jumpin* John" was, 
 the tune played when Mary Queen of Scots was 
 
 
 Wake, Ossian, last of Fingal's line. 
 
 proceeding to her execution, but on this no reli- 
 
 
 And mix thy tears and sighs with mine; 
 
 ance can be placed, as it is very unlikely that 
 
 
 Awake the harp to doleful lays. 
 
 music of any kind was played on that melancholy 
 
 
 And soothe my soul with Oscar's praise. 
 
 occasion, and no contemporary accounts of her 
 deiith speak of music h.Hving been en, ployed. 
 
 
 The shell is ceased in Oscar's hall. 
 
 Part of the following words are old, and part 
 
 
 Since gloomy Kerbar wrought his fall ; 
 
 modern.] 
 
 
 The roe on Morven lightly bounds. 
 
 
 
 Nor hears the cry of Oscar's hounds. 
 
 Her daddie forbade, her minnie forbade. 
 
 Forbidden she wadna be ; 
 She wadna trow't, the brows't she brew'd 
 
 Wad taste sae bitterlie. 
 
 
 €ulI®^eH Pink. 
 
 The lang lad, they ca' Jumpin' John, 
 A ft spier'd the bonnie lassie ; 
 
 
 [.John ANnERsoN.— Air,"The HighlandWatch."] 
 
 But faither and mither agreed thegither. 
 That nae sic match sud be. 
 
 
 Cur-LODKN muir, Culloden field. 
 
 Her daddie, &c. 
 
 
 Long wilt thou be remember'd : 
 
 
 
 On thee the hero nobly fell. 
 
 A cow and a cauf, a ewe and a hauf. 
 
 
 And with the dead was number'd ; 
 
 And thretty gude shillins and three; 
 
 
 On thee the dearest blood was shed. 
 
 A vera gude tocher, a cotter man's dochter. 
 
 
 By numbers doubled fairly; 
 
 The lass wi- the bonnie black e'e. - 
 
 
 On thee the clans of Scotland bled 
 
 Her daddie, &c. 
 
 
 For tneir dear royal Charlie. 
 
 Her daddie bade her counsel tak'. 
 
 
 Thy broad brown sward that day was dyed. 
 
 But counsel she tuik nane; 
 
 
 The howes were clotted o'er; 
 
 And lang and sair the lassie rued. 
 
 
 Frum gaping wounds incessant flow'd 
 
 Sae fuil-like she'd been taen. 
 
 
 The red, red -reeking gore • 4 
 
 ^ Her daddie, «Scc. 
 
 
 
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 Aad 111 ho MMiy «r iha*.- 
 
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 AaMi thr top r thr hW, 
 
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 "Aaauiff thr rorki aad the 
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 Ohfao^te. 
 
1 
 
 
 
 BCOTTISH SONGS. 3G5 
 
 ^ Yet our words, when they awoke, 
 
 
 (©.I), ^$UU ^2ZZ. 
 
 Were like falling snow-flakes cold,— 
 And we never, never spoke 
 Of the happy days of old. 
 
 
 [Thomas Anderson. — Here first printed.— 
 
 
 
 Tune, "John Anderson, my jo. "J 
 
 And the sun it shone as brightly 
 As it shone when we had lov'd,— 
 
 
 On, Helen dear! oh, Helen dear! 
 
 And the summer winds as lightly 
 
 
 Do ye no mind the day, 
 
 O'er the summer ocean roved,— 
 
 
 When you and I were lad and lass. 
 
 And the trj'sting oak in yonder glen 
 
 
 And on the green did stray; 
 
 Still shook its branches bold ,— 
 
 
 When wearied wi' our walk at e'en. 
 
 But, ah I what spell revives again 
 
 
 1 kindly led you hame. 
 
 The faded loves of old? 
 
 
 And stole the tender parting kiss. 
 
 
 
 And breathed your cherish'd name? 
 
 And I long'd that we were parted. 
 For I could not hide the sigh ; 
 
 
 I'm sure our hearts were guileless thep. 
 
 And the bitter tear-drop started 
 
 
 And free from every stain ; 
 
 To the gentle maiden's eye. 
 
 
 We little dream'd that aught on earth 
 
 I walk'd the beach alone— 
 
 
 Could ever gi'e us pain. 
 
 But my heart— it felt so cold ! 
 
 
 But days and years ha'e o'er us pass'd. 
 
 I knew they had for ever gone, 
 
 
 And weel ye ken, I ween. 
 
 Those burning days of old I 
 
 
 That sorrows, toils, and troubles great. 
 
 
 
 Our dreary lot ha'e been. 
 
 
 
 And what may be our future fate. 
 
 
 
 Ah! little do we ken. 
 
 mim. 
 
 
 But, trustini; aye to providence. 
 
 
 We'll tak" What heaven may sen'. 
 
 
 
 This ehequer'd scene it soon will close. 
 
 [Burns.— Tune, " Gilderoy."— The heroine of 
 
 
 And we will get the ca'. 
 
 this song, some say, was Elizabeth Miller, one oJ 
 
 
 Just like the sere and yellow leaf, 
 
 the " Mauchline Belles;" others avow that she 
 
 
 When winter's bleak winds blaw. 
 
 was Elizabeth Black, afterwards Mrs. Stewart, a 
 vintner in Alva; while John Gait is of opinion that 
 
 
 
 the real lady was a relative of his own, named 
 Elizabeth Barbour.] 
 
 
 ^|i? ^agg of d^. 
 
 From thee, Eliza, I must go. 
 And from my native shore ; 
 
 
 [Charles Scott.— Hero first printed.] 
 
 The cruel fates between us throw 
 A boundless ocean's roar: 
 
 
 We stood beside the shore,— 
 
 But boundless oceans, roaring wide 
 
 
 And I knew not what to say, 
 
 Between my love and me. 
 
 
 For I lov'd her well before. 
 
 They never, never can divide 
 
 
 In my boyhood's golden day: 
 
 My heart and soul from thee. 
 
 
 And though her eye, retreating, 
 
 
 
 Left the plaintive tale untold, 
 
 Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear, 
 
 
 I felt her heart was beating 
 
 The maid that I adore ! 
 
 
 For the burning words of old. 
 
 A boding voice is in mine ear, 
 We part to meet no more. 
 
 
 We listen 'd to the ocean,— 
 
 But the last throb that leaves my heart, 
 
 
 But my lips they dared not speak. 
 
 While death stands victor by. 
 
 
 Though the life-blood, with emotion. 
 
 That throb, Eliza, is thy part, 
 
 
 Came in flushes to my cheek.— < 
 
 % And thine that latest sigh. 
 
 
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 SCOTTISH SONGS. 3(J7 
 
 To frisk like a gawky, ^ Aince mair I'll seek our trjstlng tree, 
 
 
 When naebody sees. 
 
 And wander o'er our haunts again : 
 
 
 An' jcuk like a maukin 
 
 Aince mair I'll climb the height sae nie. 
 
 
 Amang the green trees. 
 
 And look far o'er the pathless main— 
 
 
 O ! the sweets o* the gloamin*. 
 
 I'll look to where the welkin dark 
 
 
 How delicious they are ! 
 
 Seems resting on the azure sea. 
 
 
 ! the young lover's dream 
 
 Where last I saw the fading bark 
 
 
 Is behint them by far. 
 
 That wafted far my love frae me. 
 
 
 When ye gang through the streets 
 
 
 
 0' our blethrin' wee town. 
 
 
 
 Your best ye maun try a 
 
 
 
 Lang face to ha'e on : 
 
 
 
 In the gloamin' ye sen' 
 A- sic havers awa'. 
 
 ^t ibomie latLiigJg* 
 
 
 
 
 
 Fu' crousely ye craw. 
 
 [William Motherwell.] 
 
 
 ! the sweets, &c. 
 
 
 And should you some lo'ed ane, 
 
 Ye bonnie haughs and heather braes. 
 
 
 When wandering, meet, 
 
 Where I ha'e past youth's blythest days, 
 
 
 The shake o' the han', O ! 
 
 Ane idle dream o' bliss ye be. 
 
 
 How cordial, how sweet ! 
 
 That gars me sigh for my ain countrie. 
 
 
 Ye feel, then, true pleasure. 
 
 bauld we rade through Stirling toun. 
 
 
 Unmixed wi' alloy. 
 
 Wi' pistol, sword, and musquetoon. 
 
 
 Waxld's things ye forget 
 
 And banner braid display'd had we. 
 
 
 In th" excess o' your joy. 
 
 Like brave men balding companie. 
 
 
 ! the sweets, &c. 
 
 We left our luves, we left our hames. 
 
 
 
 We left our bairns and winsome dames, 
 And we drew our swords right manfully 
 
 
 I tunuu ^mih* 
 
 To back the king o' our ain countrie. 
 
 
 But Carlile yetts are wat wi' blude. 
 
 
 
 Micht matches richt, and dooms the guiie ; 
 And gentle blude o' ilk degree 
 
 
 [James Murray.— Here first printed.— Tune, 
 
 
 •' I canna leave my HighLand hame."j 
 
 Ha'e stain'd the hearths o' my ain countiie. 
 
 
 I CANNA gn)ile, I canna sing. 
 
 And d\vyning in this fremit land, 
 
 
 I hii'e nae heart for lightsome glee. 
 
 Does feckless mak' baith heart and han i. 
 
 
 I downa thole the mirth o' spring. 
 
 And gars thir tears drap frae my e'e. 
 
 
 Sin', they ha'e ta'en my lad fme me. 
 
 That ne'er sail fa' in my ain countrie. 
 
 
 I fiiin wad sigh and sab again, 
 
 Carron brig is auld and worn. 
 
 
 •Twad maybe help to soothe my care; 
 
 Where I and my forbears were born ; 
 
 
 I fain wad greet to drown my pain. 
 
 But bonnie is that brig to see 
 
 
 For, oh ! my heart is beating sair. 
 
 By ane flemit frae his ain countrie. 
 
 
 When wandering up the flowery dell. 
 
 And gladly to the listening ear 
 
 
 To meet wi' him that's far away. 
 
 Is borne the waters cruning clear. 
 
 
 I heard a widow'd mavis tell 
 
 Making a moan and melodic 
 
 
 Its sorrows in a doolfu' lay. 
 
 That weds my heart to my ain countrip. 
 
 
 1 could ha'e wept till day's decline. 
 
 gin I were a wee wee bird, 
 
 
 To hear its note of wild despair- 
 
 To light adown at Randiefuird, 
 
 
 Now a' that birdie's grief is mine. 
 
 And in Kirk-o'-Muir to close my e'e. 
 
 
 And I can ssib and greet nae mair. * 
 
 •f And fald my wings in my ain countrie ! 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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SCOTTISU CiO^'GS. 
 
 SG9 
 
 I've seen the morning 
 
 "With gold the hills adorning. 
 
 And loud teuipi'st storming before the mid-day. 
 I've seen Tweed's silver streajiis. 
 Shining in the sunny beams. 
 
 Grow drumly and dark as he row'd on his way. 
 
 Oh, fickle Fortune, 
 
 Why this cruel sporting ? 
 Oh, why still perplex us, poor sons of a day ? 
 
 Xae mair your smiles can cheer me, 
 
 Kae inuir your frowns can fear me ; 
 For the Flowers of the Forest are a wede away. 
 
 [Whitten by John' Struthers to the tune of 
 the " Flowers of the Forest." This is a versiflca- 
 t!on of the evening song sung by the negro women, 
 who gave food and shelter to poor Mungo Park 
 when about to perish. " The air," siiys Park, 
 " was plaintive, and the words literally translated 
 were these : * The winds roared, and the rains fell, 
 the poor white man, faint and weary, came and sat 
 under our tree. He has no mother to bring hhn 
 milk, he has no wife to grind his com : let us pity 
 the white man, no mother has he.' "] 
 
 The winds they were roaring. 
 
 The rains they were pouring, 
 ■yVTien, lonely, the white man, a wonder to see ! 
 
 Both hungry and weary. 
 
 Desponding and dreary. 
 He* came, and he sat in the shade of our tree. 
 
 No mother is by him, 
 
 "With milk to supply him ; 
 He wanders an outcast, how siid must he be 1 
 
 Even corn, could he find it, 
 
 He has no wife to grind it — 
 Let us pity the white man, no mother has he ! 
 
 E^rJ)=BH«3aif* 
 
 [One of the early productions of Lord Btbon. 
 It has been set to music by Mrs. Gibson.] 
 
 Away, ye gay Landscapes, ye gardens of roses. 
 In you let the minions of luxury rove ; 
 
 Kt store me the rocks where the snow-flake reposes. 
 If still they are sacred to freedom and love. 
 
 Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains. 
 Round their white summits tho' elements war, 
 
 Tho' cataracts foam 'stead of smooth flowing 
 fountains, 
 I sigh for the valley of dark Loch-na-gar. 
 
 Ah ! there my young footsteps in infancy wan- 
 dered ; 
 
 My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid : 
 On chieftains, long perish'd, my memoiy pondered. 
 
 As daily I strayed through the pine-covered 
 glade. 
 I sought not my home till the day's dying glory 
 
 Gave place to the rays of the bright polar-star ; 
 For fancy was cheered by traditional story. 
 
 Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch-na-gar. 
 
 Shades of the dead ! have I not heard your voices. 
 
 Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale ? 
 Surely the soul of the hero rejoices. 
 
 And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland 
 vale. 
 Round Loch-na-garr, while the stormy mist 
 gathers, 
 
 "Winter presides in his cold icy car; 
 Clouds there encircle the foi-ms of my fathers. 
 
 They dwell 'mid the tempests of dark Loch-na' 
 
 Ull mut hr^ihe. 
 
 ["Written by Robert Tannahii,l. In the life 
 of the poet, it is stated, that on one occasion, 
 while taking a solitary walk, his musings were 
 interrupted by the voice of a country-gurl, who 
 was singing a song of his own, 
 " We'll meet beside the dusky glen, on yon bum- 
 side." 
 This, he used to say, gave him great satisfaction, 
 as an accidental and unconscious evidence of the 
 rismg popularity of his songs.] 
 
 Wk'i.l meet beside the dusky glen on yon bum- 
 side, [side : 
 
 Where the bushes form a cozie den, on yon burn- 
 Though the broomy knowes be green. 
 Yet there we may be seen ; 
 
 But v^ e'U meet— we'll meet at e'en, down by yiin 
 burn -side. 
 
370 
 
 scurrwH MtoNia 
 
 §m w wHi www wr wood b l nt tkmm, — y— H Wmt^tmrni 
 
 WWte tai oliMvli anmlbiar li^ dvwB by )on bw 
 
 A«»% |« radt «Bftata* ««w, ttm jam bvD<«li 
 Thjwft Jij— D W wofcrywi.ty|wib i» * 
 
 Aad tiM niek4(i4|id «ho« *fe■^ «o«b tf |«i 
 
 (Totr tk» plMitfai' tapi u« Itafii «r fowd oa fw 
 
 And gloBinta' dmira Imt ftvfli ilmwi trw |<M 
 bnni-M*t 
 
 111 thfoi«k Uw ftMt alu*! 
 Hmw wrtt MMt, mgr alB d«ir J«ui i dswa I9 fM 
 
 SfOlap at tl)f 8SIM9. 
 
 Cm«-Mwwi— Iv Eamat ft«M Ml al 
 
 And isaaf taftv tUi^ tka vWav «M «»( 
 
 WHh ««ui«t Bltadk h«r. taim «M4]r Mid IMlb 
 T» Ida hM Mid «kip IMT I* a 
 
 T« arte a yoaai wMow, mjr laddlib 
 
 TIm arUear Art loatWh*. and B«««r aa hair 
 TlM waar ar tiM «aaHi« and has a iMd Aalr 
 Ofcvaiy tMi«laM^} *» ■ wittjr Mid tUir, 
 
 Aad hM a iM Jataitaia. my laddla. 
 Wbataoald lawWi bMMr.foarplwMiaftnaafa 
 IlMia a widoar, tk* bMnnlcat toM* la tlM towa. 
 With, Marthhtc bus^diaw ta yuor Meol mmI rit 
 
 Vb«» to Ite wMaw, Mgr laddlt. 
 
 fl^f koatiU bnuift laMie . 
 
 (tatiiatntta«arMiM««MaM. Thi 
 tail li If J«aaa TTT««a, mmmim^ mlkH 
 
 V af I 
 
 arM aagi«id la aiaay MMaiy ipMirialiaMb Ba 
 
 - af Miiiaiihi 
 
 1 
 
 mt^Umkmmak 
 
 AhitlMlai^hMdMftyi 
 
 AadWIhMkriaa 
 
 Bat aaw l^a aMHM BfaHH^ 
 
 My flfai •<*• hrtgM aMi ipaMlat. 
 
 Aad qnrt with tha wMow, my hwMla. 
 
 Thoafh atafffc lava and UmUmm ba all yoa ma 
 
 With tlw boaal* fi«5 wMow, m« t.ui.iu. 
 
 My p ft mm M wm lOMtly t 
 4yahafa.thtyMld.«a*aaBl 
 
 Bat aaw 1 aM fBiM ahaagad I 
 MyMyl Ny «« w i rt 
 
 A* liliUilinii Hyi 
 
 MyariidvMMMrMdi 
 
 wrtMiddiWifaiyhid. 
 
 OaeaMlBtahidirtraMib 
 
 OrhMaoMlallMna, 
 ■m* My hwa It aaMtiiM. 
 
 BaathMlaMlaaAMd, 
 
 I WMMa My bW Md ta da> »l 
 
 I nt saaSMt I haaa aflMMH* 
 
 L BMiMli«hlBtM«aB. 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 8C0TT1SU SONGS. 37i 
 
 
 Her lover heard her mourning, v 
 
 > But I gat ne'er sae sair a fleg. 
 
 
 
 As by he chanced to pass : 
 
 Since I came frae my daddy. 
 
 
 
 And pressed unto his bosom 
 
 The laird came rap, rap to the yett. 
 
 
 
 The lovely brucket lass. 
 
 When I was wi' his lady. 
 
 
 
 My dear, he said, cease grieving; 
 
 
 
 
 Wince that you lo'ed so true. 
 
 Then she put me behint a chair. 
 
 
 
 My bonnie brucket lassie. 
 
 And hap'd me wi' a plaidie. 
 
 
 
 I'll faithful prove to you. 
 
 But I was like to swarf wi' fear. 
 And wish'd me wi' my daddy. 
 The laird gaed out, he saw na me. 
 
 
 
 
 I gaed when I was ready : 
 I promised, but I ne'er gaed back. 
 
 
 
 1 J)s^ a "t^U^* 
 
 To see his bonnie lady. 
 
 
 
 [Printed in the second edition of David Herd's 
 collection, 1776. 13urns says that the song is 
 
 iPuiftitS) ^unm. 
 
 
 
 founded on fact. A John Hunter, the son of a 
 
 
 i 
 
 
 farmer in Galston parish, Ayrshire, was the hero 
 
 [Written by Burns to the tune of "I had a 
 
 
 
 of the story.] 
 
 horse."] 
 
 0, puiRTiTH cauld, and restless love. 
 
 
 
 I HAD a horse, and I had nae mair. 
 
 Ye wreck my peace between ye ; 
 
 
 
 I gat hira frae my daddy. 
 
 Yet puirtith a* I could forgi'e. 
 
 
 
 My purse was light, and my heart was sair. 
 
 An 'twere na for my Jeanie. 
 
 
 
 But my wit it was fu' ready. 
 
 0, why sliould fate sic pleasure have. 
 
 
 
 And sae I thought me on a time. 
 
 Life's dearest bands untwining J 
 
 
 
 Outwittens of my daddy. 
 
 Or why sae sweet a flower as love 
 
 
 
 To fee mysel' to a lowland laird, 
 
 Depend on Fortune's shining ? 
 
 
 
 Wha had a bonnie lady. 
 
 This world's wealth when I thinK on. 
 
 
 
 I wrote a letter, and thus began : 
 
 Its pride, and a' the lave o't; 
 
 
 
 Madam, be not offended. 
 
 Fie, fie on silly coward man. 
 
 
 
 I'm o'er the lugs in love wi' you. 
 
 That he should be the slave o't. 
 
 
 
 And care not though ye kend it : 
 
 
 
 
 For I get httle frae the laird. 
 
 Her een, sae bonnie blue, betray 
 
 
 
 And far less frae my daddy. 
 
 How she repays my passion ; 
 
 
 
 And I wad blythely be the man. 
 
 But prudence is her oworword aye. 
 
 
 
 Wad strive to please his lady. 
 
 She talks of rank and fashion. 
 
 
 
 She read the letter and she leugh. 
 
 0, wha can prudence think upon, 
 
 
 
 Ye needna been sae blate, man. 
 
 And sic a lassie by him .-> 
 
 
 
 You might ha'e come to me yoursel'. 
 
 0, wha can prudence think upon. 
 
 
 
 And tauld me o' your state, man 
 
 And sae in love as I am ? 
 
 
 
 Ye might ha'e come to me yoursel'. 
 
 
 
 
 Outwittens of ony body, 
 
 How blest the humWe cottar's lot! 
 
 
 
 And made John Goukstone of the laird. 
 
 He woos his sun pie dearie ; 
 
 
 
 And kiss'd hia bonnie lady. 
 
 The sillie bogles, wealth and state. 
 Can never make them eerie. 
 
 
 
 Then she pat siller in my purse ; 
 
 Oh, wliy should fate sic pleasure have. 
 
 
 
 We drank wine out o' a cogie. 
 
 Life's dearest bands untwining ? 
 
 
 
 She fee'd a man to rub my horse, 
 
 Or why sae sweet a flower as Io^ e 
 ? Depend on I'ortune's shining i» 
 
 
 
 And wow but I was vogie ! ^ 
 
 
 
 
 
372 
 
 [Tn " iMi «r FMl0% Man* tiM MM af «■ 
 
 800TT1511 bOXUit. 
 
 A wiibOTidMiMit«rw«. 
 
 wliMi flf tiM aoi« to MM to !««• taM a 
 ' af i«lMi AbiIiiiiib, rf ftoltoTj Mill, !■ 
 
 er 
 
 ■*»• LMi Of PiMitofM ur fiOf «a «ito» Mbro 
 r« day. M It to man M^r O ~ 
 
 hif li I lilwimi— «f «w dlltoiiBt po>^ **!■ 
 W«*lf^ Stoltotleal Aoeont sT HwnluM,* avt 
 B wa. " tWiMi^tolniiiMiil U*«rt>IaHiita« 
 
 wtera tai ttw irofftk of Hwittoiii, aa« tt>wh» to 
 ekiMdkgr AjmUM—Vte MtoMrt^aMoioto I 
 
 Boto«lBa«,«HMli^lt*MillwlMlJoiM iMl 
 
 to BmI J«ka biltov Bill HI II 111, tai BMMf ■* 
 
 CMiflMtlB'Iktii 
 
 IMppoarfi^Mil 
 
 
 LoadM CMIi, ud at «BMr pMteaii «Ui Mm. 
 
 Ta> iHi «r PMto^ Mm, 
 8MtanKli^ilM,aiMfiV. 
 
 BraMMi te thilr rtolav *Mm t 
 Taat»ll«Oiddglf«yOTlk, 
 
 Td pitoi tiMB witii hb hM 
 Tlvoafh aU agr ipMii na 
 
 Wtaa I awfc waiiaia iuH 
 Wiapt la a katoay kluk 
 
 (Wraxua OuB>.~Alr. «* Oiaa aa Aa% or TIm 
 ■Mf of OMlk.'*-TW Bm. lloaf7Qii«««M.llMl^ 
 ' afltaTM lagtaMt, M al «IM laMfa of 
 
 ▲t Ik* aaaart af glaiy tt» ar-alaf to oatoa. 
 
 HoalMlmiMi^fipaHoMitaw, 
 Tk* «la* an aB toaiiM, aa« Ih* «Mr.4rBpt am 
 
 At tiM war AmIi af taMK W» | 
 
 Aa to MfMna aMte AaaiaM to alirti ( 
 Aa4 llM of^ aa to olDaM, wa high «la>7 i»«k. 
 Who* Ttotoiy hvaw th* hM #th. 
 
 Boar aofe^ h* *■*■ ftato Ito* 1*M ar hto km. 
 
 Wlthito*iMlhaiartoi^taw4aahto>ra»C 
 WHh a trnmt hatm, hajatow tha ■niitolw, 
 
 Aad oayka* aa Itoa had aThto ral. 
 
 CMaiaa i ««h flofj ttaait avar h* aaaMd, 
 Aa< ft* hwaaaaf Qpiiii aad af ■oaii, 
 
 I ^ Aad asatotoiglr tart aa tkjr torn 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 373 
 
 ^Jie ^#Ih^tTi?!o 
 
 [This beautiftil little ballad first appeared as a 
 fragment in an Edinburgh newspaper, and its 
 authorship is generally ascribed to a Newcastle 
 poet of the name of Pickering, on no other good 
 ground that we know of, than that the original 
 communication to the newspaper bore upon 
 it the Newcastle post-mark. Donocht Head is a 
 mountain in the north of Scotland, and we prefer 
 it to a post-office stamp in mai-king out the coun- 
 try to which the song belongs. The verses are 
 adapted to the air called " Gordon Castle." The 
 last twelve lines in the present copy are by Cap- 
 tain Charles Gray, R. M., who has very happily 
 eked out the otherwise unfinished production. In 
 reference to this song, we have much pleasure 
 in printing the following communication from 
 Mr. Robert White, a Newcastle gentleman, who 
 himself entertains great doubts as to Pickering 
 being the author. — " These fine stanzas," says Mr. 
 White, "are indebted for much of their celebrity 
 to Robert Burns, who, in a letter to George Thom- 
 son of the 19th Oct., 1794, says, 'Donocht Head 
 is not mine ; I would give ten pounds it were. It 
 appeared first in the Edinburgh Herald, and came 
 til the editor of that paper with the Newcastle 
 post mark on it.' Six years afterwards, when 
 Currie's edition of the Poet's works, which 
 contained the above remarks, was published, a 
 correspondent of the Monthly Magazine, Vol. X. 
 208, affii-raed the fragment to have been written 
 by Mr. Georob Pickerino, of Newcastle upon 
 Tyne; and this assertion was corroborated by 
 another correspondent of the same periodical in 
 Vol. XI. 141. Since that period, it has been at- 
 tributed by the literati of Scotland to the same 
 individual, with this difference that in most 
 instances he has, by mistake, been called Thomat 
 instead of George. He was born at Simonburn in 
 Northumberland, about the beginning of 1758; 
 became a clerk to Mr. Davidson, a respectable 
 lawyer in Newcastle, in 1776, and afterwards ob- 
 tained the chief management of the Stamp Office 
 for Northumberland, Newcastle, and Berwick. 
 Subsequently he was unfortunate : he quitted the 
 north of England; res'ded for a time in Norfolk, and 
 it was believed, went abroad about 1798. After 
 being absent, and unknown even to all his early 
 friends, for upwards of a quarter of a century, he 
 returned to his native place in depressed circum- 
 stances, and died in the neighbourhood of New- 
 castle about 1830. His poetical pieces, with those 
 of Thomas Bedingfeld, an associate of his, were ^ 
 
 edited by James Ellis, Esq., of Otterburne, and 
 published in an octavo volume at Newcastle in 
 1815. As a poet, he possessed, perhaps, talent of 
 a more diversified kind than that of those who 
 generally supplied the magazines of his time with 
 verse : he is, as his humour veers, grave or gay, 
 witty or satirical ; but we think he succeeded best 
 when he drew not upon his imagination, but on 
 his reflective faculties or his feelings. To be sure, 
 at the period when he composed his pieces, the 
 prevailing taste for poetry was greatly swayed 
 by the mannerism and false glitter which our 
 acquaintance with French literature and Pope's 
 translation of Homer had introduced : Cowper in 
 England was beginning to occupy higher ground, 
 and Burns in Scotland was making a still nearer 
 approach to nature ; yet as Pickering shared little 
 of what these men possessed to overflowing, he was 
 more apt to follow the beaten path, than betake 
 himself to another through which he could not 
 clearly distinguish his way. He wrote a couple of 
 English songs, one of which is a pretended transla- 
 tion from what came before the public as a song 
 in the Lapland tongue, and may be estimated as 
 a favourable specimen of his ability. * The Min- 
 strel', only, appears in a Scottish garb, and forms 
 his chief passport to fame. Simple, touching, and 
 beautiful, its composition exhibits such an admi- 
 rable command of Scotland's vernacular language, 
 that we can scarcely believe a Northumbrian could 
 have written it, unless he had resided for a consid- 
 erable time in Caledonia, and been in daily inter- 
 course with her people. If, however, the author- 
 ship belongs to George Pickering, we look upon the 
 attempt as being remarkably happy. The addi- 
 tional lines by Capt. Charles Gray tend very ap- 
 propriately to complete the picture: they are 
 conceived and executed in the genuine spirit with 
 which the original stanzas seem to have been 
 penned."] 
 
 Kehn blaws the wind o'er Donocht head. 
 
 The snaw drives snelly through the dalej 
 The gaberlunzie tirls my sneck. 
 
 And, shiv'ring, tells his waefu' tale; — 
 " Cauld is the night, O let me in, 
 
 And dinna let your Minstrel fa'. 
 And dinna let his winding-sheet 
 
 Be naething but a wreath o' snaw. 
 
 Full ninety winters ha'e I seen. 
 
 And piped whare gorcocks whirring flew. 
 And mony a day ye've danc'd, I ween. 
 
 To lilts which frae my drone 1 blew." — 
 
374 
 
 ily KWli wriM. Mi MOT At oM, 
 
 ** CM a^ fadMMB. and tat hiai la i 
 Fer wmt yhmikm wfartv aif tat 
 
 My Bypb^ volBib O wovt ITS cwMt ! 
 
 •* Omh la. a«U Mtto ! IV 0lHr aqr In, 
 ▲ad atalr It MMBt a taaab IMM I 
 
 Toar Madt h tUa, !«*«• tiat llM tali, 
 Y«rf 
 
 ** Vaa haaw Wit I.- «lM Mlaitovl «U. 
 
 ** Bad partj Mrttb o^ntara^ ngqr IM* J 
 Aad. wwptes, at tht •«• o* Mb 
 
 I waadar throofli a wnath •'naw.- 
 ** WaM aw. aaM auh ! Md to jwrlato- 
 
 Yaaf walkt% tuOTi joai drftfdi^ thta ; 
 Mlat^aottek 
 
 i 
 Thaa 
 
 ▲additedtlMl 
 ▲bm BMdr tiM MImMI «aM a g 
 
 Ka> BMffff7 OK, bat «d a«d il0«| 
 la AwcTii wr It aMM'd la «al 
 
 A ftaa^kva ■allOT'a • 
 
 tn^f Vain, 9. 
 
 ( Warmn by jAKai trTaBAT tt IMiy. tai Ajrr* 
 dilfv, and moc at a OoaatnT laakhi^*— Prtetod 
 
 TbdrivadaHM 
 
 Or daadag la tht barm, O. 
 
 Bara, bani, bara, O ; 
 ^•H bwp titt «• b« Ilka U> «i% 
 
 Saa, flddkn, flVi a eanty •pring. 
 TUf ap UB '* rooTaad faflsn rtag,- 
 Aad IM aa daaOT tht UlgMaad Oas 
 — ' rlallMba^^O. 
 
 Wtl bravvly faat • 
 
 U biaaai & tfca bata. a 
 
 tapMbfaMtfi 
 
 Wdibil^l ail 
 
 Wr^MMMdai 
 
 Aad«Md« 
 
 W««« 
 
 W«« tifll kMp a» tka jvHal ipmw 
 
 Wkflt Um •• vlaci •'jiy iiaB IM 
 
 Baadioyba«r>aaa%'' 
 MM t» tka barm. O. 
 
 Wan !*>*«••> *«••. •• !>■■< hanm, 
 TUi«rfwri*atlMban,OI 
 
 f Jakm •nmaAT^WflMM fcr BanMr Aaal* 
 
 Taama^ aaa bavd M dMna m »cm, 
 VMbaidava 
 
 Tb* rfiipli karp or MtllM d«|« 
 
 la dkaM ^laibwi aow, 
 Aad BMdva art, wl* taadcM hfa, 
 riManiM tha Vlaa to woe. 
 BataMbardlaa'oMUK, 
 
 VMbardava, 
 Fiaa pmwfcy OeOa «la« a anli 
 

 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 375 
 
 nis hamely style Ifit Fashion spurn ; • 
 
 ■■ Frae feeling heart Tom Campbell's lays 
 
 
 She wants baith taste and skill. 
 
 In classic beauty flow. 
 
 
 Anil wiser should she ever turn. 
 
 But Robin's artless sang displays 
 
 
 Shell sing his sangs hersel*. 
 
 The saul's impassion'd glow. 
 
 
 For nae sang sic pathos speaks. 
 
 For nae bard by classic lore. 
 
 
 Nae sang ava ; 
 
 Nae bard ava, 
 
 
 And Fashion's foreign rants and squeaks 
 
 Has thrill'd the bosom's inmost core 
 
 
 Should a' be drurara'd awa". 
 
 Like Robin that's awa'. 
 
 
 Her far-fetch'd figures aye maun fail 
 
 A powerfu' harp did Byron sweep. 
 
 
 To touch the feeUng heart; 
 
 But not wi' happy glee ; 
 
 
 Siinplicitys direct appeal 
 
 And though his tones were strong and deep. 
 
 
 Excels sic learned art. 
 
 He ne'er could change the key. 
 
 
 And nae modern minstrel's lay. 
 
 For nae bard beneath the lift. 
 
 
 Nae lay ava. 
 
 Nae bard ava, * 
 
 
 Sae powerfully the heart can sway. 
 
 Wi' master skill the keys could shift 
 
 
 As Robin's that's awa'. 
 
 LUte Robin that's awa'. 
 
 
 For o'er his numbers Coila's muse 
 
 He needs nae monumental stanes 
 
 
 A magic influence breath'd, 
 
 To keep alive his fame. 
 
 
 And roun' her darling poet's brows 
 
 Auld Granny Scotland and her weans 
 
 
 A peerless crown had wTcath'd. 
 
 Will ever sing his name. 
 
 
 And nae wreath that e'er was seen. 
 
 For nae name does fame record. 
 
 
 Nae wreath ava. 
 
 Nae name ava. 
 
 
 Will bloom sae lang 's the holly green 
 
 By Caledonia mair ador'd 
 
 
 0' Robin that's awa'. 
 
 Than Robin's that's awa'. 
 
 
 Let Erin's minstrel, Tomm.y Moore, 
 
 
 
 His lyrics sweetly sing, 
 
 
 
 •Twad lend his harp a higher power 
 Would Coila add a string. 
 
 (©, leatie mt n©!. 
 
 
 For nae harp has yet been kent. 
 
 
 
 Nae harp ava, 
 
 tFrom a volume of very clever poetical pieces. 
 
 
 To match the harp by Coila lent 
 
 entitled, "liJimbling iihymes, by Alexanubu 
 
 
 To Robin that's awa'. 
 
 Smakt: Edinburgh, i834.j 
 
 
 And though our shepherd, Jamie Hogg, 
 
 0, T-KAVK me not ! the evening hour. 
 
 
 His pipe fu' sweetly plays. 
 
 So soft, so still, Is all our own ; 
 
 
 It ne'er will charm auld Scotland's lug 
 
 The dew descends on tree and flower, 
 
 
 Like Ploughman Robin's lays. 
 
 They breathe their sweets for thee alone. 
 
 
 For nae pipe will Jamie tune. 
 
 0, go not yet!— the evening star. 
 
 
 Nae pipe ava. 
 
 The rising moon, all bid thee stay; 
 
 
 Like tliat which breath'd by "bonnie 
 
 And dying echoes, faint and far. 
 
 
 Ere Robin gaed awa'. [Doou" 
 
 Invite our lingering steps to stray. 
 
 
 Even Scotland's pride. Sir Walter Scott, 
 
 Far from the city's noisy din. 
 
 
 Wha boldly strikes the lyre. 
 
 Beneath the pale moon's trembling light. 
 
 
 Maun yield to Robin's sweet love-note. 
 
 That lip to press— those smiles to win- 
 
 
 His native wit and fire. 
 
 Will lend a rapture to the night. 
 
 
 For nae bard hath ever sung. 
 
 I-et fortune fling her favours free 
 
 
 Nae bard ava. 
 
 To whom she will, I'll ne'er repine— 
 
 
 In hamely or in foreign tongue, 
 
 0, what la all the world to me, 
 
 
 Like Robin that's awa'. \ 
 
 ^. While thus 1 claap and call thee mine ? 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 UNIVERSITY 
 
376 
 
 note. 
 
 BOrYTTISR BDVOa 
 
 Wl' niB4y «M«W tt» *M 
 
 (WflXIAV 1 
 
 r.J 
 
 OtATa 
 
 BrmtiM hi tbM bMHl acBlo r 
 
 HmU ** Whm IM Mid, BHIM MW 
 
 AfliliMiriliH mill nil •* 
 
 aril HwpMt ><>■■ Mm 
 
 Th* 1011, all nmit^ m. 
 Win ••?!«• MM** aai an 
 
 > 4i Mr * >*>» 
 
 (Atn. RKAjrr^Alr. "Tliir ynv mM OoA 
 
 kbottt )«."J 
 
 Ow tewkto la tiM «lovct iM 
 
 *vM MMWfn* utt end wl* (ratwi* ■kw*, 
 ▲ad oar gwtowlft. wl* vyOmt iMad, 
 
 Bad jaM bMa oat tB mt Iht «0«r. 
 
 O.oar 
 
 nmn Mw a hOid la a* Iho laa* 
 Wf UsiMr haad aMtnlalai Iht tow. 
 
 Tbeagk ha ba poor h»*a aace paoad. 
 Aa' ay* auuui b* obryad at hama; 
 
 ▲o' than, when Wi la tMgrj mood, 
 Wlui eontm hln aaqr nw ttw auaa. 
 
 areata ka art*. 
 * My wtn fW 4a a** haad aa* iMart, 
 If ya«iB a w» haMh htod aa* «raa { 
 - " amhawaaaui^aart-. 
 
 Ta aat yaa Aoaa aa' hnr yaa %«^ 
 I totta Mfltta what y* a«a. 
 
 What aaad ta faaf aa* da aialB 
 
 Tha iMatf UMt 1 ha>» daw «raa aaw ? 
 
 WlAt Mli taatmM Ihli yrf* hi^ra '•^ 
 1 M^t (adawlH^ |aa Bt Iha aaw i* 
 
 Toar taafaa woa Hha a hoaay lahi 
 Aa* ai* y« «awM yt^ atW fa««a tuM 
 
 Bat hytha Ma aay iMah at haaMb 
 Bat aaw yo laafe aat dark aa' daar^ 
 
 TafBra«altoaiaa*ah 
 
 %aa ha hapM la laar aa* taa. 
 
 Whaa aat tha w» Bnr la a hart 
 ** CtaaM baah I aaaw ka* r ortia aar gi 
 
 •• OaaM ha* ! ahadlMaa h ffaai«h I 
 wiUfawaaaohay. 
 
 Ohadkat, laNh bf aWM aa' day. 
 ▲a' nady ay* ta tit tht aaw r 
 
 iKaxs. 
 
 rWairraii hy jAvai BrraaAT of Dairy, aad 
 yvlatad hM* aw tha niat inaa la a oMract ntak 
 Thia aaat wm Mt to araria by tha tota B. A. 
 HoUth, bat hia Volaa hata haaa aafcrtaaatriy 
 kat.] 
 
 «* la H»^ pay aMni."wta^haraa Mat Msh. 
 Aad yaathni* lov*^ aadaMtap tte 
 Oaaa laptai* ta tha aMtatf alth 
 
 WMMa tha anaa *r Mwj. 
 
 MyaladaarMMyt 
 Baa jaya baafath tha vaaMad ^ 
 

 
 — 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 377 
 
 The saored hours like moments flew, ^ lang may canty glee abomd. 
 
 
 1 Soft transports thrill'd my bosom through. 
 
 And happy love our pastime bless. 
 
 
 1 The warl' evanish'd frae my view 
 
 And lang may ilka year bring round 
 
 
 Within the arms of Mary ; 
 
 A rocking glorious as this. 
 
 
 My ain dear Mary, 
 
 
 
 Nae gloomy cares my soul e'er know 
 
 
 
 Within the arms of Mary. 
 
 
 
 Young fancy spread her visions gay, 
 Love fondly viewM the fair display. 
 
 0^, 1 h\^. 
 
 
 Hope show'd the blessfu" nuptial day 
 
 
 
 And I was rapt with Mary; 
 
 [From " Poetical Remains of the late RonpRT 
 
 
 1 My ain dear Mary, 
 
 Fkaser, Editor of the File Herald," Cupar, 18:^9. 
 
 
 1 The flowers of Eden strew'd the way 
 
 Mr. Eraser died in 1839 ; he was a native of Path- 
 
 
 That led me to my Mary. 
 
 head in Fifeshire.] 
 
 
 But life is now a dreary waste. 
 
 Oh, I lo'ed my lassie wcel. 
 
 
 I, lanely, wander sair depress'd. 
 
 How weel I canna tell — 
 
 
 For cold and lifeless is that breast 
 
 Lang, lang ere ithers trow'd. 
 
 
 Where throbb'd the heart of Mary; 
 
 Lang ere I wist mysel'. 
 
 
 My ain dear Mary, 
 
 At the school amang the lave. 
 
 
 She's gane to seats of blissfu' rest. 
 
 If I wrestled or I ran. 
 
 
 And I ha'e lost my Mary. 
 
 I cared nae for the prize 
 If she saw me when I wan. 
 
 
 
 Oh, I lo'ed my lassie weel. 
 
 
 ^1)2 UUm% ftuB. 
 
 When the gleesome days were gane, 
 'Mang a' the bonnie an' the gude 
 To match her saw I nane ; 
 
 
 [Writth.v for a Country Rocking by James 
 
 Though the cauld warl' o'er me cam 
 
 
 Gtirrat.— Here first printed.] 
 
 Wi' its cumber an' its toil. 
 My day-tide dool was a' forgot 
 
 
 The setting sun in gowden light. 
 
 In her blythe e'enin' smile. 
 
 
 The cloudless moon wi" sil'er ray, 
 
 
 
 The star 0' e'ening beaming bright 
 
 Oh, I lo'ed, nor lo'ed in vain. 
 
 
 Fu' bonnie, blythsome charms display. 
 
 An' though mony cam' to woo. 
 
 
 But bonnier blinks frae maiden eyes. 
 
 Wha to won her wad been fain. 
 
 
 This happy place and time endear. 
 
 Yet to me she aye was true ; 
 
 
 Outshine the lights that deck the skies. 
 
 She grat wi' very joy 
 
 
 And make a starry heaven here. 
 
 When our waddin' day was set. 
 An' though twal' gude years sinsyne ha'e fled, 
 
 
 Let titled rank in grandeur's glare 
 
 She's my darling lassie yet. 
 
 
 To waltzes sweep the painted ha'. 
 
 
 
 Simplicity 's a stranger there. 
 
 
 
 And happiness beyond their ea'. 
 
 
 
 But here in hamcly pleasure's ring, 
 
 Wi' smiles frae artless beauty crown 'd. 
 
 ^it ^miunV-^ S©ng. 
 
 
 Wc taste a bliss that ne'er can spring 
 
 
 
 Frae fashion's vain illusive round. 
 
 [William Wilson.] 
 
 
 The song, the dance, ilk bosom cheers. 
 
 Wha my kettle now will boil. 
 
 
 And a' in harmless daffin' join; 
 
 Wha will cheer me wi' her smile. 
 
 
 Even age throws aff his load of years. 
 
 Wha will lichten a' my toil. 
 
 
 And shakes his foot to " auld langsyne." « 
 
 ■f When thou art far awa" ? 
 
 
 
878 
 
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 rbaat,afMtfcalinai<attMJi|a— > 
 
 Ila%MMtetj«rtMrt 
 Blata^, rt» ■», wy t laali la nitwit 
 
 liw a litimw aflava t* Iril I 
 
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 Hot iMwt f«h«li4 MO*- 
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 And kbi ma wlMB 1 datm BM h 
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 KcMrtdawMikMalaMk 
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 Takvtkat>bra«B*. 
 
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 Gn»Ba«TAti«a.''IUI»b«rgk,tH7. Mr.TavW 
 ' rlB AMtmkvWaMar.nb- 
 
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 OraaBMjraaattoBM; 
 till bag ilaa* I mw yaar wteaoBN bai^ 
 
 Or tba ■Bbfc a'law anal tbik aU 
 
 [OmmmrAtvm.] 
 
 Taa prtBV«ai MaaB« ly bvm aad l«a% 
 
 Tkaaiiiiki i aBtkabBi 
 Tka Uvii BM di«li« «^a ar baa, 
 
 AB«B*bgbikBlM. 
 
 r ar M8 lb baaa^ fBiB t 
 RMta^ dsal Bvaa my katdwM k 
 
 Tkaim%ktaf mill iipaJB. 
 
 It mlBia am ar BV Maffjrk vob^ 
 TkBliVMkB BB* mak ta BM ! 
 
 llo» aaa I dt k«Ma tka laaran, 
 Ab4 «t tkma HBlb ma bir ? 
 
 Tkvy BriBd ma 0^ BV Manni bas 
 IkBl «Uba as am aaa BMb. 
 
 Tka aHMMr aaaB WO! |am a«B% 
 TW Aawma wtn dao^ aad daai 
 

 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 379 
 
 
 The sangsterg' glee will a* be hush'd, . 
 
 ' What think ye, lass, o' a' that ? 
 
 
 Like me they'll sadness ken ; i 
 
 What think ye, lass, o' a' that ? 
 
 
 And, wandering through the wintry woods, 
 
 What want 1 noo, my dainty doo. 
 
 
 I'll mak* them neebours then. 
 
 But just a wife to a' that. 
 
 
 Oh 1 could I hope for Mary's love. 
 
 Now, Jenny dear, my errand here. 
 
 
 As nature hopes for spring. 
 
 Is to seek ye to a' that; 
 
 
 Nae winter's gloom could o'er my heart. 
 
 My heart's a' loupin while I speer 
 
 
 Its darksome shadow fling. 
 
 Gin ye'U tak' me, wl' a' that. 
 
 
 But ah ! her love, and sunny Bmiles, 
 
 Mysel', my gear, an' a' that. 
 
 
 Mine ne'er again can be — 
 
 Mysel', my gear, an' a' that; 
 
 
 To ithers gladsome seasons come. 
 
 Come, gi e's your loof to be a proof. 
 
 
 It's winter aye wi* me! 
 
 Ye'U be a wife to a' that. 
 
 
 
 Syne Jenny laid her neive in his. 
 
 
 Hot® gienin^, U^o 
 
 Said, she'd bik' iiim wi' a' that; 
 An' he gied her a hearty kiss. 
 An* dauted her, an' a' that. 
 
 
 [This song has been erroneously ascribed to Mr. 
 
 They set a day, an' a' that. 
 
 
 Sommerville, and called jocosely the " Sommer- 
 
 They set a day, an' a' that ; 
 
 
 ville Testament." The real author is Mr. Eobf.rt 
 
 Whan she'd gang hame to be his dame. 
 
 
 LocHORE, two of whose songs will be found in a 
 
 An' haud a rant, an' a' that. 
 
 
 preceding part of the work.— Tune,"Garryowen "] 
 
 
 
 Now, Jenny lass, my bonnie bird, 
 
 
 
 My daddy's dead, an' a' that ; 
 
 
 
 He's snugly laid aneath the yird. 
 And I'm his heir, an' a' that. 
 
 SaMt 
 
 
 I'm now a laird, an' a' that; 
 
 
 
 I'm now a laird, an' a' that; 
 
 [Robert Nicoi.l.] 
 
 
 His gear an' land's at my command. 
 
 
 
 And muckle malr than a' that. 
 
 I'LL mak' a fire upo' the knowe. 
 An' blaw it till it bleeze an* lowe; 
 
 
 He left me wi' his deein' breath 
 
 Syne in't I'll ha'e ye burnt, I trow— 
 
 
 A dwallin' house, an' a' that; 
 
 Ye ha'e bewitch'd me, Janet ! 
 
 
 A barn, a byre, an' wabs o' claith— 
 
 
 
 A big peat-stack,- an' a' that. 
 
 Your een in ilka starn I see — 
 
 
 A mare, a foal, an' a' that. 
 
 The hale night lang I dream o' thee— 
 
 
 A mare, a foal, an' a' that. 
 
 The bonnie lintie on the lea. 
 
 
 Sax guid fat kye, a cauf forby, 
 
 I liken to you, Janet! 
 
 
 An' twa pet ewes, an' a' that. 
 
 When leaves are green, an' fresh an' fair- 
 
 
 A yard, a meadow, lang braid leas. 
 
 When blythe an' sunny is the air— 
 
 
 An' stacks o' corn an' a' that- 
 
 I stroke my beard, and say they're rare ; 
 
 
 Enclosed weel wi' thorns an' trees; 
 
 But naething like you, Janet ! 
 
 
 Au* carts, an' cars, an' a' that. 
 
 
 
 A pleugh, an' graith, an' a' that. 
 
 •Twas but yestreen, as I gaed hame. 
 
 
 A pleugh, an* graith, an' a' that ; 
 
 The minister said, " What is your name ?" 
 
 
 Guid harrows twa, cock, hens, an' a'— 
 
 My answer— 'deed I may think shame- 
 
 
 A gricie too, an' a' that. 
 
 Was, " Sir, my name is Janet !" 
 
 
 I've heaps o' claes for ilka days. 
 
 Last Sabbath, as I sang the psalm. 
 
 
 For Sundays too, an' a' that; 
 
 I fell into an unco dwaum. 
 
 
 I've bills an' bonds, on lairds an' lands, 
 
 An' naething frae my lips e'er cam' 
 
 
 An' siller, gowd, an' a' that. i 
 
 ^ But " Janet 1 Janet ! Janet •- 
 
 
 
 
 
 
380 
 
 toorrua aovoa 
 
 Dot MUM ar lha* ■•• Hkt •• 4»t 
 Bm I HMMn earn* Hi* tpwr at y««, 
 
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 rn MM 1w fHlMT 4fad or daft. 
 
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 AB'ir|a« 
 m far «IM f««MM« fc«t a pvoai; 
 Aa' pit ya 'watii th* ftollboatil Maft 
 fljua what wUI ya do, JaaH^ 
 
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 4yna la *t in lM> ya kanrt, I tMa^- 
 Ta IM« bawMoirtl Ma, JaaMl 
 
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 AadaaaHa^mMvto! 
 
 TtoaMMtyatinkMai 
 Bat I aaaM ««, ar ttda day Moatli. 
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 (FaoH a 1 
 
 bad. BarW.M.UBnumllMI«■^A.lC..•"Bdi»- 
 
 OflAvarlidkmar 
 Aa*flMidyliBi 
 
 Aa'SMdylaah 
 Aa*. bart afa*. I»^ mIm* 
 
 An' 
 
 • hifcy. 
 
 •I 
 
 BaltnOilaaiMMlqrl 
 fWinadyliakfavlad, 
 
 Aa* flandy la a tna. 
 An* amdy la a teania lad. 
 An', kol af a*, haM Mina • 
 
 AbM Ofnl*, wf kar fleik<«p naa^ 
 
 Bha Aifk Ilka o«y noaMi 
 An* «w bM paikto Maafaif, 
 
 rt LIsalt'a aaa fcr vaaa i|4ta, 
 Tbay gloar I0» any aa«l. 
 
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 TkakMBlawMlaaptai' 
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 AIM* 
 
 tfm^^tmm^ 
 
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 Of a t Miaul >a<M, 
 
 Aa* tk* aaaadi aTtka wild waad 
 
 In ttM paaM of ika tw«l|lN 
 

 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 33I 
 
 ■Where green leaves were wavin* ^ An' meikle an' lang they speak 
 
 
 ller eyelids did close. 
 
 O' their youthfu' days gane by, 
 
 
 " She lay in that bower 
 
 When the rose it was on the chock. 
 
 
 In her innocent sleep. 
 
 An' the peail was on the eye ! 
 
 
 And spirits around her 
 
 
 
 Their vigils did keep. 
 
 They talk 0' their bairnies' bairns, 
 They talk 0' the brave and free. 
 
 
 The butterfly breathed 
 
 They talk o* their mountain-cairiis. 
 
 
 On her cheek for a flower. 
 
 And they talk of the rolling sea,-- 
 
 
 1 A.S a pure maiden blush 
 
 And meikle an' lang they speak 
 
 
 Spoke the dream 0' the hour. 
 
 0' their youthfu' days gane by. 
 
 
 While the lassie was sleepin' 
 
 When the rose it was on the cheek. 
 
 
 A bauld youth came by,— 
 
 An' the pearl was on the eye ! 
 
 
 There was life in his footstep 
 
 
 
 An' love in his eye. 
 
 They talk 0' their friends lang gane, 
 
 
 He stood by the maiden 
 
 And the tear-draps blin' their e'e ; 
 
 
 Who lay in her dream. 
 
 They talk 0' the cauld kirk stane, 
 
 
 An' heard her in slumber 
 
 Whare sune they baith maun be. 
 
 
 Laigh murmur his name. 
 
 Yet each has had their half 
 
 
 I An idol she seem'd 
 
 0' the joys 0' this fitful aphere. 
 
 
 j Sae heavenly fair. 
 
 So whiles the auld folk laugh. 
 
 
 { An' he an idolater 
 
 And whiles they drap a tear ! 
 
 
 i Worshlppin' there. 
 
 
 
 He kiss'd her sweet lips. 
 
 
 
 An' her warm cheek he press'd ; 
 
 
 
 An' the lassie awoke 
 
 
 
 On her leal lover's breast! 
 
 
 
 The e'enin* was fa'in* 
 
 ?.?fsPaE^ imaiirg. 
 
 
 On mountain an' fell. 
 
 
 
 The rush 0' the stream 
 
 [Hon. Mrs. Norton.] 
 
 
 Through the darkness did swell; 
 
 
 
 But the maid an' her true love 
 
 I WOULD I were the light fern growing 
 
 
 Ne'er heeded the Jiour, 
 
 Beneath my Highland Mary's tread, 
 
 
 As they sat in their bliss 
 
 I would I were the green tree throwing 
 
 
 In that green briar bower. 
 
 Its shadow o'er her gentle head ! 
 
 
 He tauld a' his love. 
 
 I would I were a wild flower springing 
 
 
 While her tears fell like rain,- 
 
 Where my sweet Mary loves to rest. 
 
 
 Their joy was sae joyfu' 
 
 That she might pluck me while she's singing. 
 
 
 It maistly was pain. 
 
 And place me on her snowy breast! 
 
 
 They haraeward return'd 
 
 
 
 Through the simmer mist grey. 
 
 I would I were in yonder heaven 
 
 
 An' twa hearts were happy 
 
 A silver star, whose soft dim light 
 
 
 For ever and aye ! 
 
 Would rise to bless each summer even, 
 And watch my Mary all the night ! 
 
 
 
 I would, beneath these small white fingers. 
 
 
 m^ ^m §m^. 
 
 I were the lute her breath has fanned 
 The gentle lute, whose soft note lingers, 
 
 
 [Andrew Park.— Here first printed.] 
 
 As loth to leave her fairy hand ! 
 
 
 Thk auld folks sit by the fire. 
 
 Ah, happy things ! ye may not wander. 
 
 
 When the winter nichts are chiU; 
 
 From Scotland to some darker sky. 
 
 
 The auld wife she plies her wire. 
 
 But ever live unchanging yonder. 
 
 
 The auld man he quaffs his yill. ( 
 
 ^ To happiness and Mary nigh ! 
 
 
 
SS2 
 
 UpM Mi 4Mp tmMVM 
 
 4 BMMftr*«.tlw«lkte« 
 
 ^ttffn ilRnxj^'i Eammt. 
 
 
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 Oall 
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 Bat aaaktflui gIM Um «« 
 
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 Vow Imasdto «ak» «w Mny aMf 
 
 Tkt aanK aDl «!• »aar a aati. 
 
 rha SMaaail Mad la Mr IwllBad 
 May iw Uww ■ww<i ■■■■! i 
 
 lat I, tiM <pM*a ac a* BBoMaad, 
 Maaa Ht ia friwa tlf ai^ 
 
 IwaillMqaMi 
 
 Wkcrahappj I ha'*b«nit 
 Fa* Bgluly laM I In Uw aMra. 
 
 Aa btytlM lay dowa at t^a. 
 
 ▲ad na tlM tavwalta of Scatlaad. 
 
 Tet hva 1 li* la • 
 
 ▲ndn«Mr-«aiU 
 
 Vartka kata ttHt dnfa aa «aaads af «aik 
 
 BM *a aataaia ateda 
 
 Vjaaala^aMilaMgrUaia 
 <7paa O9 tiHaai dUaa^ 
 
 Ok.8aa 
 VaaaMdr.ta 
 
 ▲ad la dM awraw kaaaa ar daaU 
 
 S^ iKaUng 0' tit l^aj. 
 
 (laaaar Vieaix.] 
 
 ▲ad iMar *a MaakMid la «ha «aa«. 
 
 ▲ad tt% It «a« ftr auw. 
 
 Wa« gl> It auv »r wat> «• •«> 
 ForDkakMrtlitay, 
 
 ▲a hate aad iMwa trip ahMV 
 I«'tlwlui7l 
 
 It la aaaawaatly metid, 
 
 ItaHwaaawt 
 ▲kaaa, tka aaa haa altkar^d It, 
 
 DattkaialiiK 
 
 Cmm, laaaH, fbat •«•/! 
 TlH iMaft li daala aa% kt • 
 
 ▲tinaktef</th»lia7l 
 

 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 383 
 
 Step lightly o'er, gang saftly by. 
 
 There's mony a young brow braided 
 
 
 Mak* rig and furrow clean. 
 
 Wi' jewels o' far a£f isles, 
 
 
 And coil it up in fragrant heaps,— 
 
 But woe may be drinkin' the heart-springs 
 
 
 We maun ha'e done at e'en :— 
 
 While we see nought but smiles. 
 
 
 "We maun ha'e done at gloaming e'en ; 
 
 
 
 And when the clouds grow grey. 
 
 But adieu, my ain Eliza! ! 
 
 
 Ilk lad may kiss his bonnie lass 
 
 Where'er my wanderin's be, i 
 
 
 Amang the new-made hay I 
 
 Undyin' remembiance will mak' tliee i 
 The star o' my destinie ; ; 
 
 
 
 An' %veel I ken, thou loved one, j 
 That aye till I return | 
 Thou'lt treasure pure faith in thy bosom 
 
 
 m^bt'^ fl^ira. 
 
 Like a gem in a gowden urn. 
 
 
 [This song was written by Joseph Grant, a 
 
 
 
 Kincardineshire peasant, who, amid toil and 
 
 
 
 poverty, devoted his leisure hours to reading and 
 the cultivation of his mind. He composed verses 
 
 ?|>ig^!aiini^ (^©riwaciv 
 
 
 at the early age of fourteen; and when in his 
 
 
 
 twenty-third year he published " Juvenile Lays," 
 
 [From the "Lady's Poetical Album," Gla^aow, 
 
 
 a collection of poems. Two years thereafter, 
 
 1S30.] 
 
 
 he published " Kincardineshire Traditions" in 
 
 
 
 one small volume. At a later period of his life he 
 
 I'M, wake it no more 
 
 
 contributed several tales and sketches to " Cham- 
 
 By Strath -Fillan's blue fountain. 
 
 
 bers' Journal." He was engaged in preparing 
 
 By Achray'3 lonely shore. 
 
 
 a volume of his tales for the press, wlien he was 
 
 Or Benledi's high mountain- 
 
 
 seized with a cold, which settled on his lungs ; 
 
 No more wake the sound 
 
 
 and, returning home for the benefit of his native 
 
 Of the hunter's bold bugle; 
 
 
 air, he died at Affrusk, in April, 1835, in the 30th 
 
 For in death's narrow moiiml 
 
 
 year of his age.] 
 
 Lies my loved Coilantugal ' 
 
 
 Thb e'e o' the dawn, Eliza, 
 
 How oft has that horn 
 
 
 Blinks over the dark green sea. 
 
 To the chase hailed his coming. 
 
 
 An' the moon's creepin' down to the hill tap 
 
 At the first break of mom. 
 
 
 Richt dim an' drowsilie ; 
 
 Ere the bee raised its humming; 
 
 
 An' the music o' the mornin' 
 
 Ere the maid, blythe of mood. 
 
 
 Is murmurin' alang the air; 
 
 To the ewe-bught was wending,— 
 
 
 Yet still my dowie heart lingers 
 
 While each spray of the wood 
 
 
 To catch one sweet throb mair. 
 
 With the dew-drops was bending. 
 
 
 We've been as blest, Eliza, 
 
 When the fox from the shade 
 
 
 As children o' earth can be. 
 
 Of the pine-wood was peeping; 
 
 
 Though my fondest wish has been nipt by 
 
 When the deer through the glade 
 
 
 The bonds o' povertie ; 
 
 In the grey dawn was leaping ; 
 
 
 An' through life's misty sojourn. 
 
 When the mist of the hills 
 
 
 That still may be our fa'. 
 
 From the sun-rise was flying; 
 
 
 But hearts that are linked for ever 
 
 And no sound—save the rills 
 
 
 Ha'e strength to bear it a'. 
 
 And the wild breezes sighing— 
 
 
 The cot by the mutterin' burnie. 
 
 Then— oh, then— the far cry 
 
 
 1 ts wee bit garden an' field, 
 
 Of his deep-baying beagle. 
 
 
 May ha'e mair o' the blessin's o' heaven 
 
 From her eyrie on high 
 
 
 Than lichts on the lordliest bield. a 
 
 } How it stiirtlcd the eagle 
 
 
 
 
 
C84 
 
 BoomsB sosoa. 
 
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 • fl«a vtgrmm fe 
 
 wUdMdMtftVklMl 
 
 SBCeatie'jt URtll. 
 
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 tvaaflil 
 
 It WM IkMV «• t«B im M 
 
 By WMf<i^WlUd««IL 
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 AodloelMitoltokOT, 
 
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 Alwv* «r areaad t 
 W* Mt thM ««r !■«• DvMl, 
 And k«ilMd Mlt • 
 
 TUllMnfln-dBriMra, 
 And tlwy dnipt on ymr «w Isa^ 
 A wklli wMlth 10 OM I 
 
 How tk« wtelv ma^wt hnmg 
 
 On hnr* botm and lant 
 And the maM iHad to tUl|l|iUl* 
 
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 Yallffrt 
 
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 MyftMhivaaadl 
 Maythyioiabalaaa 
 
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 fMihowlh^onn 
 Batl|fhl.a»ilvl0vt, 
 
 Ilflwlo««raMa. 
 
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 k« to »«Blr by tW aalhor, with panihwiiM aa< 
 - HVaMawii by J«to M'Hai^ll ] 
 
 rMMr»fUyalai«, 
 
 Aa' f«t«t wat tiM air aa I 
 An* «wd thi «Mr Im «r 
 
 bttik ar har tva iMfkte 
 
 Aa aldM In liM ikandB a*» waadwM alBM. 
 1 iV«V>« Ha •»• laM M. gla rfwM b« atir ate I 
 Vm ««d «d rfM ipHMi, tat hw aM««r«a« ti>i^ 
 Wl* ita UbA a« hOTitaak, wl- tha f tint o' kwan. 
 
 At tlMaataaMi iMfta M, ny heart H grvw rfrii, 
 I «» tha MM bdtaff Ifcci MoenM oa h«r dM*i 
 
 BMX>iBa^i 
 
 I fctgot tha Wytha Mtek •• har 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 38-5 
 
 1 ^2mh 1^2 €bmin% linmf'^ hnkt. 
 
 [John Finlay. — Mr. Finlay was a native of Glasgow, and is well known by bia poem entitled, 
 * Wallace, or the Vale of Ellerslie." He died in 1810, at the age of 28.] 
 
 I HEARD the evening linnet's voice the woodland tufts among, 
 
 Yet sweeter were the tender notes of Isabella's song! 
 
 So soft into the ear they steal, so soft into the soul, 
 
 The deep'ning pain of love they soothe, and sorrow's pang control. 
 
 I look'd upon the pure Lrook that murmur'd through the glade. 
 
 And mingled in the melody that Isabella made; 
 
 Yet purer was the residence of Isabella's heart ! 
 
 Above the reach of pride and guile, above the reach of art. 
 
 1 look'd upon the azure of the deep unclouded sky. 
 Yet clearer was the blue serene of Isabella's eye ! 
 Ne'er softer fell the rain drop of the first relenting year. 
 Than fcills from Isabella's eye the pity-melted tear. 
 
 All this my fancy prompted, ere a sigh of sorrow prov'd 
 How hopelessly, yet faithfully, and tenderly I lov'd ! 
 Yet though bereft of hope I love, still will I love the more, 
 As distance binds the exile's heart to his dear native shore. 
 
 ^^2 ^nm$ d m^ :§utin%, 
 
 SvjntvBT) by misfortunes, and bow'd down with pain, 
 
 1 sought on the bosom of peace to recline ; 
 I hied to the home of my fathers again. 
 
 But the home of my fathers no longer was mine ! 
 The look that spoke gladness and welcome was gone; 
 
 The bliize that shone bright in the hall was no more : 
 A stranger was there with a bosom of stone. 
 
 And cold was his eye as I enter'd his door. 
 
 'Twas his, deaf to pity, to tenderness dead. 
 
 The fallen to crush, and the humble to spurn ; 
 But I staid not his scorn, — from his mansion I fled. 
 
 And my beating heart vow'd never more to return. 
 When home shall receive me, one home yet I know. 
 
 O'er its gloomy recess see the pine branches wave; 
 Tis the tomb of my fathers! — The world is my foe, 
 
 A nd all my inheritance now is a grave. 
 
 Tis the tomb of my fathers, the grey-moisten'd walls 
 
 Declining to earth, speak emphatic, decay ; 
 The gate off its hinges, and half-opening, calls 
 
 " Approach, most unhappy, thy dwelling of clay," 
 Alas! thou sole dwelling of all I hold dear, 
 
 How little this meeting once augur'd my breast! 
 From a wand'rer accept, oh, my fathers! this tear: 
 
 Eeceive him, the last of your race, to your rest ' 
 
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 doomsH aoaoib 
 
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 aiib 0tinbtttgft Hatir • 
 
 rrns flnt tlanai of thta •nmr brfooci t» aa aM 
 UrratkMu ditty: th* otlwr fWMi an bf m^MAV. 
 
 TlM tuM la oJl^l •' Wat >« wba I w» j i il r* 
 
 •nd •orocttiiM* ** TlM Tutan anvM.- "TWoM 
 toim of Idtotmsh.** mf Mr. Batart CHwl iw, 
 •*WNV«»4apa4ad. bat kmai^ a flM aT Iha 
 
 af whkli tha In* «am aaslBiM a pMaia ar cv 
 late OMIPM wWali aMafaMl a aH«B«9 ata la tka 
 •apMal artaoMaad. birt aia M«r toMy tofBMM 
 by aU a—pe ttw a all^a w y . AyMmgaaaatoy 
 
 4 Mjtev.^palkl.ihMkalafhaaMM 
 Itet aM«r atam a laav ■, 
 ■a* yv^w aM ar foar aritfara tfaltt. 
 Lm-« lar a waft a» la Iha hflL 
 
 OH. 
 
 talM a<f— ti^ af «IM i 
 
 whldi. la an Mi 1 1 iMiwI ■ 
 llabaMaaa 
 
 CI 
 
 m^^ 
 
 vary Aivuaimbljr la Ua tali. Ulaqaltoaa 
 aM* ai It to tnia, thai Hm BMia of 
 aaoaf paapla aT tha mMdla BMibala 
 
 both daring the dajr aad ttaavaatav, la tlw 
 dowB. or tha KlnTi Park, ar tha Mda aaw aaai»> 
 piad bj the K«w Tofwa, pwUlaai aow aaiy 
 known la artiiana and awtag fMk Tha aMg 
 « In tha l^a-TM>li Mtoaallim. HM.-) 
 
 JTov wat j9 wha I w>at |1n i u « 
 Oomiaff down tha atntt, tnjrioa ? 
 
 Mj B ii a tif , in her tartan wrfan. 
 Fa* baaalt, btmw, and a i»a» t ,myJoa' 
 
 ThaMaaaa 
 
 And a* iiiaUia'a paaa la anOa. 
 Tha aMwto. atohlii^to, aad lark. 
 
 Wa^iaalaa 
 
 Wan paa tha daMaa aa tha fiaaa. 
 
 tht laihia iiiaana ftaa tha bag< 
 BMaiaaa haadi* aaw aad thM^ wan kaa 
 
 ▲ad ipaft apaa tha «al«at Itag. 
 
 fhaMXap total 
 
 Miliv blrta haw fttBM a b 
 
 Wa« la tha aallw dMda a 
 
 KATtrt Ajrswn. 
 
 (W«rrT«H ate bjr Baimav. aad paMhhid k 
 tha Ha-Tfcldr Mlaanany, UU. ThalaaaiiaaBi 
 
 T 
 
 laaaaafilb 
 Valaakataqrtaa% 
 Or alM *a^ ba Ifhi to daoaar ■ 
 
 Blihlklawadltnlryaar 
 
 BwaH^r b atlHtyaaay 
 
 Than, fliaady, |«V ftat. 
 
 btojaari 
 
SCOTTISU ao:NQs. 
 
 For though my father has plenty 
 
 Of silver, and plenishing dainty. 
 
 Yet he's unco sweir 
 
 To twine wi' his gear ; 
 
 A ud sae we had need to be tenty. 
 
 Tutor my parents wi' caution, 
 
 Be wylie in ilka motion ; 
 
 Brag weel o' your land, 
 And there's my leal hand. 
 
 Win them, I'll be at your devotion. 
 
 [Written by Dr. Alexander Webster, one 
 of the ministers of Edinburgh. The tune is by 
 Oswald. Dr. Webster was bom at Edinburgh in 
 1707, and died there in 1784, in the 51st year of his 
 ministrj-.] 
 
 The spring-time returns, and clothes the green 
 plains. 
 
 And Alloa shines more cheerful and gay i 
 The lark tunes his throat, and the neighbouring 
 swains. 
 
 Sing merrily round me wherever I stray : 
 But Sandy nae mair returns to my view ; 
 
 Nae spring-time me cheers, nae music can charm; 
 He's gane ! and, I fear me, for ever: adieu ! 
 
 Adieu every pleasure this bosom can warm ! 
 
 O Alloa house 1 how much art tliou chang'd ! 
 
 How silent, how dull to me is each grove ! 
 Alane I here wander where ance we both rang'd, 
 
 Alaa ! where to please me my Sandy ance strove ! 
 Here, Sandy, I heard the tales that you tauld. 
 
 Here list'ned too fond whenever you sung; 
 Am I grown less fair then, that you are turn'd 
 cauld ? 
 
 Or, foolish, believ'd a false flattering tongue ? 
 
 So spoke the fair maid, when sorrow's keen pain. 
 
 And shame, her last fault'ring accents supprest; 
 For fate, at that moment, brought back her dear 
 swain. 
 
 Who heard, and with rapture his Nelly addrest: 
 My Nelly ! my fair, I come ; O my love ! 
 
 Nae power sluill thee tear again from my arms, 
 And, Nelly ! nae mair thy fond shepherd reprove, 
 
 Who knows thy fair worth, and adores a' thy 
 charms. 
 
 387 
 
 She heard ; and new joy shot thro' her saft frame; 
 
 And will you, my love ! be true ? she replied : 
 And livp I to meet my fond shepherd the sanae ? 
 
 Or dream I that Sandy will make me his bride? 
 O Nelly ! I live to find thee still kind : 
 
 Still true to thy swain, and lovely as true : 
 Then adieu to a' sorrow ; what soul is so blind. 
 
 As not to live happy for ever with you ? 
 
 [Also written by Dr. Webster to the tune of 
 " Alloa House," and first printed, though in an 
 incomplete form, in the Scots Magazine for No- 
 vember, 1747. This lyric is marked by very fer- 
 vent passion, and may be thought by some to be 
 rather strong language for a clergyman to use ; 
 but indeed, it is a curious fact that we are in- 
 debted to the cloth for many of our best love- 
 songs. The following four lines cannot be suffi- 
 ciently admired : 
 
 When I see you, I love you ; when hearing, adore; 
 I wonder, and think you a woman no more ; 
 Till, ynad rvV admiring, I canna contain. 
 And, kissing your lips, you turn noman again, 
 
 "There is a tradition," says Mr. Chambers, "that 
 Dr. Webster wrote this song in early life, in con- 
 sequence of a lady of superior rank, whom he was 
 engaged to woo for another, condescending to 
 betray a passion for him." The lady in question, 
 to whom Dr. Webster was eventually married, 
 was a daughter of Colonel Ersklne of Alva, and 
 nearly related to the Dundonald family.] 
 
 Oh, how could I venture to love one like thee. 
 And you not despise a poor conquest like me. 
 On lords, thy admirers, could look wi' disdain. 
 And knew I was naething, yet pitied my pain ? 
 You said, while they teased you with nonsense and 
 
 dress, 
 When real the passion, the vanity's less; 
 You saw through that silence which others despise. 
 And, while beaux were a-talking, read love in my 
 
 eyes. 
 
 Oh, how shall I fauld thee, and kiss a' thy charms. 
 Till, fainting wi' pleasure, I die in your arms ; 
 T'hrcugh all the wild transports of ecstiicy ttet, 
 «^TilI, sinking together, together were lost.' 
 
8^ 
 
 r«i* BuMO^M-mMi 
 
 Aad whM Ik* Aort imptafw u* aU •» ui «a4, 
 
 riiiM tMiimii wirtnw tiiin nil mciiT 
 
 U ^ that !• dOk iB Mik loA aad «Nh alM, 
 Th* gfaflM la vaUSiW adora |W ■ 
 WkM X «• yoa. I lef« yoat wkn 
 
 mi, aad Id' ^aOfflag, 1 «»aaa MatalB, 
 Aad, kkdaf yaw Upi, yaa tara woaaa at 
 
 With tiM* la av boMm how on I 
 
 in gan oa Ihjr bMatlM, aad look awa' eaia i 
 
 1*0 Mk thy advloa. whM with tRiahlH epvMM, 
 
 Wkkfcamrili^i hat ahw^ h toU. 
 
 la aO that I wfttt 11 ttvJadpaMt mialRi 
 TkywIf^MapmotwhatthyihinBidMli n ilii 
 in Um ihM aad fMH thM till jm* li all aw, 
 Aad ihM Mf* hi ftltilili, wiHa paMba'fe ao 
 
 9ii ««<o 6rtalr. 
 
 !T.M. 
 
 rtha0MMiiataaM^ 
 
 [Warrvw tv *» kit lUmaa Wan «• a 
 Mlltalr. «yaik li glaa la tho ilatli ««laaH ar 
 ' ll aK wI. ■■ — ^ itwaM hhi 
 
 adv. 
 
 Ijiyt ■wing Bty aatlva a 
 
 Ayataa 
 
 Think oa aa» wha IoIm yiw donrty, 
 booaM to Mok aa imoo crav*. 
 
 Tom awa' fhw fleothiii maastahM, 
 rar (hM a' thatii dntf ta dtvaO, 
 
 Mak-« my omi t«ra gMhla* fbuatatai^ 
 IM^i a dlrfc hi aiy pair auL 
 
 ▲adwhvalBihapttf 
 
 FMt aad M aar iMan rfMD » 
 ' MMMbaqrMdMhMtk 
 
 w«n« 
 Voat, av ^«Hi» «■ tl 
 
 Simrron*! flSekomt (amf. 
 
 (jAMOi llooa.— Xailt by B. A. taiMk.] 
 O vraiaa yaar harp, my Mary, 
 
 Aad >da tha maadl ^ Oial 
 
 laHiwadaHladla. 
 Fw hva. Mid bamaa, aad hiSaw, 
 
 Thdr aMg aia a' tha aaaa^ 
 And avaffy wavtag willow 
 
 O IM yoa thru*, aiy Maiy. 
 
 Thai waftiM oa tht plaaf 
 lu •mla M Ufht aad aliy, 
 
 Acoonia lajay wMi IfchK 
 
 ^ 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 389 
 
 The lark that soars to heaven 
 
 The sea-bird on the faem, 
 Are singing from morn 'till even, 
 
 " Brave Cameron's welcome hame." 
 
 D'ye mind, my ain dear Mary, 
 
 When we hid in the tree. 
 And saw our Auchnacary, 
 
 All flaming fearfully ? 
 The fire was red, red glaring. 
 
 And raefu' was the pine. 
 And aye you oried despairing. 
 
 My father's ha's are gane. 
 
 I said, my ain wee Mary, 
 
 D'ye see yon cloud sae dun, 
 That sails aboon the cary. 
 
 And hides the weary sun ? 
 Behind yon cloud sae dreary, 
 
 Beyond and far within. 
 There's ane, my dear wee Mary, 
 
 That views this deadly sin. 
 
 He sees this ruefu' reavery. 
 
 The rage of dastard knave ; 
 He saw our deeds of bravery, 
 
 And he'll reward the brave. 
 Though a' we had was given 
 
 For loyalty and faith, 
 I still had hopes that heaven 
 
 Would right the heroes' scalih. 
 
 The day is dawned in heaven, 
 
 For which we a' thought lang; 
 Tlie good, the just, is given 
 
 To right our nation's wrang. 
 My ain dear Auclinacary, 
 
 I ha'e thought lang for thee, 
 O sing to your harp, my Mary, 
 
 And sound its bunniust key. 
 
 [Onk of Allan Ramsay's very finest prrduc' 
 tions was a Scottish paraphrase or imitation of 
 Horace's celebrated 9th Ode, Ad Thaliarcum. It 
 commences thus : 
 
 Look up to Pentland's tow'ring tap, 
 
 Buried beneath great wreaths of snaw. 
 O'er ilka cleugh, ilk scar, and slap. 
 
 As high as ony Roman wa'. J 
 
 Driving their baws frae whins or tee, 
 
 There are nae gowfers to be seen. 
 Nor dousser fowk wysing a-jee 
 
 The byass-bouls on Tamson's green. 
 Then fling on coals, and rype the ribs. 
 
 And beek the house baith butt and ben ; 
 That mutchkin-stoup it bauds but dribs — 
 
 Then let's get in the tappit-hen. 
 Good claret best keeps out the cauld. 
 And drives away the winter soon ; 
 It makes a man baith gash and bauld. 
 And heaves his soul beyond the moon, &c. 
 From this ode Ramsay selected the seven con- 
 cluding verses, and published them in his Tea 
 Table Miscellany as a song, to the tune of " Fye, 
 gar rub her ower wi' strae," adopting the first four 
 lines of that old strain as his opening. " It is 
 self-evident," says Burns, " that the first four lines 
 of this song are part of a song more ancient than 
 Ramsay's beautiful verses which are annexed to 
 them. As music is the language of nature; and 
 poetry, particularly songs, are always less or more 
 localized (if I may be allowed the verb) by some of 
 the modifications of time and place, this is the 
 reason why so many of our Scots airs have out- 
 lived their original, and perhaps manysubsequent 
 sets of verses; except a single name, or phrase, or 
 sometimes one or two lines, simply to distinguish 
 the tunes by. To this day, among people who 
 know nothing of Ramsay's verses, the following 
 is the song, and all the song that ever I heard : 
 * Gin ye meet a bonnie lassie, 
 
 Gi'e her a kiss and let her gae ; 
 But gin ye meet a dirty hizzie, 
 Fye, gae rub her ower wi' strae. 
 Fye, gae rub her, rub her, rub her, 
 Fye, gae rub her ower wi' strae : 
 And gin ye meet a dirty hizzie, 
 Fye, gae rub her ower wi' strae.' " 
 
 The tune of '* Fye, gar rub her ower wi' strae" is 
 very old. We see it attached to one or two £n- 
 gKgh songs as far back as the beginning of ths 
 last century.] 
 
 Gin ye meet a bonnie lassie, 
 Gi'e her a kiss and let her gae ; 
 
 But if ye meet a dirty hizzie, 
 Fye, gar rub her ower wi' strae. 
 
 Be sure ye dinna quit the grip 
 Of ilka joy when ye are young. 
 
 Before auld age your vitals nip, 
 \ And lay ye twa-fauld ower a runff. 
 
390 
 
 Om poa *• fowM ia Mi yvkM, 
 
 ▲ad Umb, Iftjrta* •' tk« wyta 
 Oa jpM if Um Imp ony tkaltk. 
 
 Uidth. f»>» in-bnd, dMfH ■bOIb* I 
 T*11 worT7 BM, !• g m <y laak i 
 
 Aad Ute iMflwr la MM* «Hk aMk 
 B«> iMMk wm taatf !• •• «te plawk 
 
 WkMa Bm liw kappfaMM |v «Mti 
 Aad piyalf Irfl y« ta |«av tea. 
 
 And fwillly tal^ »a a kint 
 PnM IMT Mr aapM viMp a Unc, 
 Aa talkM a^ a iMaN Mik 
 
 wllatnty 
 Af* 
 
 WHMa tl^ i«^ alfaad. 
 
 irfktadlwaiaa^liUli iilg— ll H Aa4 llMa ImM !!■ waaad «p Imh 
 MH7«a>lM,«kaMM.»fftaar U A H i m Mii iii f K H It 
 
 pl^ata*«|*y«ar«ilalB'«aMl Tto f«M rtMi** a««i art. 
 
 10pl«f» 
 
 ^8 Vratttf ItAb. 
 
 tT«M I !■ irtfcl aaMaaal |yi» b tfw 
 
 !• k«a prialii Ibr tha am Um^ Mr. Wklte, 
 Choapk lM«rHM«il la laglaad. li a aallva af 
 8a»(laa4| aad tk* vwHi war* Hnalii Ip aa 
 laqabp aadt tv M r. Patri* MasvaB. *• aMw 
 af Mtai IMmiiIhI poMaa. m la wMkv «r aat 
 WtnwalwtPaaa ToMr. Maana M iiiiftii , 
 Iha p«Hto h Miblii as Ika aMM ar ta tea a 
 plaaa Mi« ptadaaad. aad wa, la par«lcalar. lH«a 
 lo aap iaataarabl lpaH aaa^aymfcrlda M aiaiBi 
 la feraaidlag It to *« Tha Beak ar Saotlkk aaMg,* 
 M w«n aa a ao UwT kaaaUM paaM kp Ika aaaaa 
 a«thor.calted**TbaMe«atalaaa*^DaaA,-wklik 
 win ba Ibaad la aaaHMT part aflha woriu] 
 
 F4m BaaMaad I d«r M Nib to aw 
 
 ArallVB^MIahBli: 
 Aad aa wt aa p afaa l wnl ady 
 
 fkaoMrfaartkgrHBat 
 
 Taa,a««rpa 
 
 HaM toaahad «Nii aMila kaad, 
 lalaa 
 
 IkMdIkyr 
 
 tIkyadpMp 
 
 I 
 Waipahaari 
 
 Vaw.lftkalavlpkaM 
 
 la wklak aiy lUktm 
 ▲adlaaawaoMpai 
 
 W^aaadwyta fci ia a i kaalti 
 Va flaM af waahk, ar huMar Mill, 
 
 O! I 
 la 
 
 lylaldaipparttaidlik 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 391 
 
 [WittiAM Falconkb.— Air, "The Mariner's 
 
 Dirge."] 
 
 Ye lost companions of distress, adieu I 
 Your toils, and pains, and dangers are no more; 
 
 The tempest now shall howl unheard by you, 
 While ocean smites in vain the trembUng shore. 
 
 On you the blast, surcharged with rain and snow. 
 In winter's dismal nights no more shall beat ; 
 
 Unfelt by you the vertic sun may glow. 
 And scorch the panting earth with baneful heat. 
 
 The thundering drum,the trumpet's swelling strain 
 Unheard, shall form the long embattled Une; 
 
 Unheard, the deep foundations of the main 
 Shall tumble, when the hostile squadrons join. 
 
 What though no funeral pomp, no borrowed tear. 
 Your hour of death to gazing crowds shall tell. 
 
 Nor weeping friends attend your sable bier. 
 Who sadly listen to the passing bell ! 
 
 What tho' no sculptur'd pile your name displays. 
 Like those who perish in their country's cause! 
 
 What though no epic muse in living lays, 
 Records your dreadful daring with applause ! 
 
 Yet shall remembrance from oblivion's veil 
 Relieve your scene, and sigh with grief sincere. 
 
 And soft compassion, at your tragic tale. 
 In silent tribute pay her kindred tear. 
 
 [David Tough.— Air, "An gilleadh duth ciai 
 duth."J 
 
 Alack, my sad heart ! how it throbs wi* its sorrov . 
 I ne'er can awa' wi' the thoughts o* to-morrow ; 
 My father he bargain'd to part wi' his Flora, 
 
 My black-hair'd dear laddie, O tak' me awa' ! 
 
 My black-hair'd dear laddie, O tak' me awa* J 
 
 I flee frae the grey-headed laird an* my father, 
 I flee to my shepherd, wha trips owtc the heather; 
 We aye were fu' glad when at e'en we'd forgather; 
 
 My black-hair'd dear laddie, O tak' me awa' I 
 
 My black-hair'd, <Scc. 
 
 The story is tauld, an' her father's confounded , 
 The ha' wi' his rage an' rampagin* resounded ; 
 The horn, an* the shout's spreadin' clamour, far 
 sounded. 
 
 To tell wha the shepherd had carried awa*. 
 
 To tell, &c. 
 
 Owre hill, stream, an' valley, through bramble an' 
 
 bracken. 
 They flew till the fugitives were overtaken ; 
 They've torn them asunder, their tender hearts 
 breakin' ; 
 The black-hair'd poor shepherd they drave him 
 
 awa'. 
 The black-hair'd, &c. 
 
 The shepherd he look'd in a sad sort o' languish. 
 An' Flora, o'ercome, in a heart- breakin' anguish, 
 Exclaim'd— " Frosty-headed laird ne'er shall ex- 
 tinguish 
 
 My love for the laddie they've driven awa'." 
 
 My love, &c. 
 
 Then, Flora, my life's saul, refrain thy sad s 
 Nor heed ye the purposed plan o' to-morrow. 
 The doitard is doited, the sliepherds, dear Flom, 
 
 Ere morning's grey dawniu' will ha'e thee awa' 
 
 Ere morning, &c. 
 
 [lIiTOH AiN3i.t2. — Set to music by R. A. Smith.] 
 
 Tirx Rover o' Lochryan, he's gane 
 
 Wi' his merry men sae brave ; 
 Tliftir hearts are o' the steel, an' a better keel 
 
 Ne'er bowl'd owre the back o* a wave. 
 I t'rf no when the loch lies dead in its trough. 
 
 When naething disturbs it ava ; 
 But the rack, an' the ride o' the restless tide 
 
 Or the splash o' the grey sea-maw. 
 
 It's no when the yawl an' the light skiffs crawl 
 
 Owre the breast o* the siller sea, 
 Tlmt 1 look to the west for the bark I lo'e best, 
 
 An' the Rover that's dear to me. 
 13ut when that the clud lays its cheeks to the flud, 
 
 An' ti>e sea lays its shouther to the shore ; 
 When the win' sings high, an' the sea-whaups crj 
 
 As tJiey rise IVae the whitening roar. 
 
klf thamidalgktodti 
 
 893 
 
 IkMitt 
 
 Aa* tk* Ml that IM fioriM to Hd*. 
 O oMffiy ha dtolnaat kb jovial «f«w 
 
 W)' tlM iMtaB-hcft la hto iMBd, 
 ▲n' iM rfafialead to hh hof ia Uaa, 
 
 WbM 
 
 la tlM li nipt ^ aagfy 
 W« 4Mh lkf«i«h «lM dfift, aad d^ to Ik* Ba 
 
 Uwtli 
 8a« •««•» aa4 Idr ait Umi to ma 
 
 ▲t l»^ m4 glMmta- ti*. Mary. 
 It far* aw fVMt «!• ««m jof , 
 
 tKi-hMM^ I Ihlak oa tkw, Mtj, 
 Tkat fl!a a kaan, mm Inw a* Ula«. 
 
 flhaaM a^ ka>a caiad te m*. Marf . 
 
 CFaa« Ika Mlabwili I liWii i, «i 1»». 
 
 SaaBtn OWOU.V. tte aallMr af iMi aiiA OTMnl 
 •thv await MSf*, «m kom ** la CMl toaa.** 
 aa4 4M at Idlakaisk. Jaaaaiy Tlk, 
 
 *««n!. 
 
 ir«aM ky JAina M a ca aaA U . <— Maite tf 
 
 Anaoat^U 
 
 Taa wtntot^ caaM aa4 dtoHtai kiait 
 May rob Ik* tFcklMi toto, Maty, 
 
 Aad toy tk* yaai« •tmmn to «k* €mtk, 
 Wkar aam Uhv UeoM^i to gha, Maiy. 
 
 It aaaaa altortkw. Mary I 
 
 Tkt laaMar a" Iky wtomn* kai 
 
 Is aya tka MM* to MCb M«>7* 
 
 May WMT a* tel a«a% Maty i 
 ^a* lia% ■•, Uki a waM, aaakl aerpn 
 
 Anaat tk« «rilUM Maw, Maiy. 
 Tat •a»M Ika drift. ««ft tkea bat a%k. 
 
 I'd kMld my ««uy a>^ Maiy I 
 And daaa Ika wild aad rattof alBca 
 
 A kvHackli Maf of gha, JIaiy. 
 
 My kaaft eaa tta ta rvln^ dart, 
 
 Aad feftaaa** wlatar drta. Maty: 
 Whtla o>» U ahtoai Ika dlaaaeod ray 
 
 That^MMM ftaa Iktoa 9^ Mary. 
 Th* raadlaf faati atol waaa o* life. 
 
 Tka dfMiy dia <^ aaia, Mary, 
 111 iiili ma i , fto tkay laa'a but tkaa 
 
 My kuMly tot to ikaia, Mary. 
 
 lao.] 
 
 Aa'lk lia'atowtolkaWaiiaaawaknaMa', 
 
 A« Mskt aa Ika aaa ar awaat M«y MaoaaO. 
 A* gtovta* »r tk^aato dM iMaM aa kar tow. 
 
 Tkatiyata^ya— glni III aa' Mary lliwdi. 
 
 O I Mary waa toadart. aa* f»B •• Ika my 
 That davdsapa a- toonrfa* to fti«naaaiav«al i 
 
 Haa ftaak HmwIW AawVat to kU ar to laliv 
 Oaald rtoal Ika haaaty aTMary MaaaaO. 
 
 Bk» wa w i d .aad Ika g m aar pkgTd lya rtl to aw— d 
 
 tkriU: 
 I, an' Iba aM 
 
 knaawaata 
 
 Bat a* Ultor kkMt aa Ha Mr ptamlM bknrte*. 
 FnM iVrtaf a' Ito baaaty aa* btoaaeoM wfll Haali 
 
 Ikadaay vaaad aotklat aartkty aaa 
 r Mw BoaaM ea tkO^ piMk kWa'— 
 
 Aa* ■pvtaf aptaad Ika giaaa twf aarra Maty 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 393 
 
 
 
 [By John Dougai,, formerly of Paisley, after- 
 ^vEids of Montreal.! 
 
 V woel T ken their bonnie lilts, 
 
 Their sweetest notes o' melody, 
 Fu' aft they've thrill'd out through my saul. 
 And gart the tear fill illia e'e. 
 
 
 
 Thk primrose blooms beneath the brae. 
 
 The burn rins rowin' clear; 
 The laverock lilts nae sound o' wae, 
 
 But wha my heart sail cheer ; 
 Or wha will tent my bonnie bairn, 
 
 Sae like rny fause, fause luve ? 
 Or wha, when I am dead and gane. 
 
 Its tender plaints will muve ? 
 
 0, sweetest minstrels ! weet your pipe, 
 
 A tender soothin' note to blaw ; 
 Syne souf the " Broom o" Cowdenknowes," 
 
 Or " Eoslin Castle's" ruined wa'. 
 They bring to m.ind the happy days, 
 
 Fu' aft I've spent wi' Jenny dear : — 
 Ah ! now ye touch the very note. 
 
 That gai-8 me sigh, and drap a tear. 
 
 
 
 Yestreen they ca'd me leddie Anne, 
 
 The bonniest o' them a'; 
 The day my cheeks are howe an' wan. 
 
 An' this wild glen's my ha' : 
 Yestreen I had six bower maidens 
 
 To do what I thocht meet. 
 The day I lie on the cauld green grass. 
 
 An' hear my baby greet. 
 
 Your fremit lilts I downa bide. 
 
 They never yield a charm for me : 
 Unlike our ain, by nature made. 
 
 Unlike the saft delight they gi'e ; 
 For weel I ween they warm the breast, 
 
 Though sair oppress'd wi'poortith cauld; 
 An' sae an auld man's heart they cheer. 
 
 He tines the thought that he is auld. 
 
 
 
 An' its a' for thee, my fause, fause luve, 
 
 That 1 maun dree sae sair, 
 An' foijany cruel father's wrath, 
 
 WhjPl maun ne'er see mair. • 
 But it's little pain ha'e I to thole. 
 
 Or grief ha 'el to dree. 
 The grave is calm ; but wha will heed. 
 
 My bonnie bairn, for thee. 
 
 0, sweetest minstrels ! halt a wee, 
 
 Anither lilt afore ye gang; 
 An' syne I'll close my waukrife e'e, 
 
 Enraptured wi' your bonnie sang. 
 They're gane ! the moon begins to dawn ; 
 
 They're weary paidlin' through the weet; 
 They're gane ! but on my ravished ear. 
 
 The dying sounds yet thrill fti' sweet • 
 
 
 
 Let the wounded doe skipp ower the mead. 
 
 Bring comfort to despair, 
 But she wha tines htr maiden fame 
 
 Can ne'er taste pleasure mair ; 
 Then, gracious heaven, be not wroth 
 
 # KaEC^'^ liair. 
 
 
 
 Wi' ane sae sair beguil'd. 
 Forgive them a' that did me wrang. 
 An' save, 0, save my child! 
 
 [To an old Border melody.] 
 
 On Nancy's hair is yellow like gowd. 
 An' her een, like the lift, are blue; 
 
 
 
 ®|f Wi^iU. 
 
 Her face is the image o' heavenly luve. 
 An' her heart is leal and true. 
 
 
 
 [Richard Gall.— The Waits are little banda 
 of musicians, who perambulate the streetsat mid- 
 night, for some time before and after the Christ- 
 mas and New-Year festivities.] 
 
 The innocent smile that plays on her cheek. 
 Is like the dawning morn ; 
 1 An' the red, red blush, that across it flees, 
 ! Is sic as the rcse ne'er has worn. 
 
 
 
 Wha's this, wi' voice o' music sweet, 
 Sae early wakes the weary wight ? 
 
 weel I ken them by their sough. 
 
 The wand'ring minstrels o' the night. ^ 
 
 If it's sweet to see the flickerin' smUe 
 
 Licht up her sparklin' e'e. 
 
 Its holier far to see it dimm'd 
 
 a Wi' the gushin' tear's saut bree. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
394 
 
 ■oorriau toxot. 
 
 ^^^ A 
 
 harebell. 
 
 m tavM OTT pOikM vwfT 
 
 moiwmmmftmiihtmt 
 
 OAmM 
 
 OilMIIWllUBIil— ii» 
 
 LMM «r » Mi )ir. t» ikMt 
 
 I wm ■«• tiMt hMT Willi tbMw 
 
 babrll. 
 
 CHbi 
 
 t prtMii.— Air, ••My kHH 1* air 
 
 Whm9omwUmmtkktmmmlrmA*m, 
 
 O «tet ««• MMii Mb MmI- ' 
 
 OtwtmHi»}tftmtwmm^mnh, 
 
 WMhHl Iks kMw «r l«Mi » 
 
 hrk A* t» OH «kM ayat ihw 
 
 Itoll 
 Itk 
 
 .IMi 
 
 Oaqr^MTlaitall. 
 OavlvMlriaMI, 
 I Mm «y lot, kavMt MH IM 
 
 iUri«ir«M 
 
 MMMMk— Air.** O. w* yvilHpliV. MMlto^. 
 
 M i«te iiM Mm tiw iiv «M ii4Nr. 
 
 rite MMTHag ftr vf «Mm» fan, 
 
 ^» MilfcW iMii MMiilM^ltiM Mi ilM<y. 
 Ol !»■■■■, |l»Mli'»»M4y I 
 
 Wr MWi M* tM|» k* MiM llM Am«iS 
 
 Km Mdr «• aiMM Ik* Anl 
 OW ia«r« M' i»K •'V ■ 
 
 1lMMgkarii«MtR 
 
 Bvlaliil liHavany Uiban. 
 
 A FkMa li aaM •• aMai Mi ■!■. 
 
 A aMM ar SiMrt, MmIm Chntta i 
 WkM lt%Ua^ kM* Mi Miia Mi iMlB ? 
 
 — mbM tmrj 
 
 I aH aw kvij «bM appaar. 
 
 tka 8M task to* Ikrir Madaa k banUa'i 
 Tk* aoattoM tnoBt iOk M mgr aar, 
 
 Tk* lanari Hm% pawiAjr alvaaaki'. 
 Umr, PiMll. Dmmi^ tm^l 
 Mmr, nwaM. DmomM NMirl 
 WMkta Ilia fe«ad k* ffaapa Mi knwi i 
 >1am k tht fhgr, tba laU b UaM7 1 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 395 
 
 
 
 But lang shall Scotland rue the day, ^ Hard then our warrior meed. 
 
 
 
 She saw her flag sae fiercely flying; 
 
 Glorious our warrior deed. 
 
 
 
 Culloden hills were hills 0' wae ; 
 
 •Till we were <loom'd to bleed 
 
 
 
 Her laurels torn, her warriors dying. 
 
 By treachery. 
 
 
 
 Duncan now nae mair is ready. 
 
 
 
 
 Duncan now nae mair is ready .' 
 
 Then did the red blood stream, 
 
 
 
 The brand is fa'en frae out his han'. 
 
 Then was the broad sword's gleam 
 
 
 
 His bonnet blue lies stain'd an' bluidy ! 
 
 Quench'd in fair freedom's beam. 
 No more to shine ; 
 
 
 
 Fair Flora's gane her love to seek. 
 
 Then was the morning's brow 
 
 
 
 Lang may she wait for his returnin' ; 
 
 Red with the fiery glow. 
 
 
 
 The midnight dews fa* on her cheek ; 
 
 Fell hall and hamlet low. 
 
 
 
 What han' shall dry her tears 0' mournin' ? 
 
 All that were mine. 
 
 
 
 Duncan now nae mair is ready, (Sec. 
 
 Then was our maiden young. 
 
 
 
 
 First aye in battle strong. 
 Fired at her prince's wrong. 
 Forced to give way. 
 
 
 
 if HI of %uU^l 
 
 Broke was the golden cup. 
 Gone Caledonia's hope ; 
 
 
 
 [James Hogg.] 
 
 Faithful and true men drop 
 
 
 
 Fast in the clay. 
 
 
 
 Long have I pined for thee. 
 
 Far in a hostile land. 
 
 
 
 Land of my infancy ! 
 
 Stretch'd on a foreign strand. 
 
 
 
 Now wUl I kneel on thee. 
 
 Oft has the tear-drop bland 
 
 
 
 HiUofLochiel! 
 
 Scorch'd as it fell. 
 
 
 
 Hill of the sturdy steer. 
 
 Once was I spurn'd from thee. 
 
 
 
 Hill of the roe and deer. 
 
 Long have I rnourn'd for thee. 
 
 
 
 Hill of the streamlet clear. 
 
 Now I'm return 'd to tliee. 
 
 
 
 J. love thee well. 
 
 HiUofLochiel. 
 
 
 
 When in my youthful prime. 
 
 
 
 
 Correi and crag to climb. 
 
 
 
 
 Or towering cliff sublime. 
 
 
 
 
 Was my deUght 
 Scaling the eagle's nest. 
 
 mth H ti2 M^^i?. 
 
 
 
 "Wounding the raven's breast, 
 
 
 
 
 Skimming the mountain's crest. 
 
 [AiK, "Broom blooms bonnie."] 
 
 
 
 Gladsome and light. 
 
 How sweet the rose blaws, it fades and it fa's; 
 
 
 
 When, at the break of mom. 
 
 Red is the rose and bonnie, : 
 
 
 
 Proud o'er thy temples borne. 
 
 It brings to my mind what my dear Johnnie was 5 
 
 
 
 Kythed the red-deer's horn. 
 
 So bloom'd, so cut off was my Johnnie, 0. 
 
 
 
 How my heart beat ! 
 
 
 
 
 Then, when with stunned leap 
 
 Now peace is retum'd, but nae joy brings to me; 
 
 
 
 Roll'd he adown the steep. 
 
 Red is the rose and bonnie, : 
 
 
 
 Never did hero reap 
 
 For cold is his cheek, and closed is his c'e. 
 
 
 
 Conquest so great. 
 
 And nae mair beats the heart 0' my Johnnie, 0. 
 
 
 
 Then rose a bolder game. 
 
 Ah ! why did he love me, and leave these sweet 
 
 
 
 Young Charlie Stuart came ; 
 
 Red is the rose and bonnie, O : [plains ; 
 
 
 
 Cameron, that loyal name, 
 
 Wliere smiling contentment and peace ever reigns, 
 
 
 
 Foremost must be. ^ 
 
 ; But they'll ne'er bloom again for my Johnnie, O 
 
 
 
396 
 
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 1MB in OMM M^ to puttetayiataid^O. 
 
 SSi^m foe tfoo pattfl). 
 
 Tiwr>w>f « 
 
 And tlM •»«« wm hailillm m Hh Im, 
 Wb— iM> I U m Xh iA - Wmmw^ to dim.' 
 
 Bat tbo« ««t MBtar^d «ftk tt> «a4, 
 Bdtato that OMM iMd indn Md Aid I 
 Aatf «• «h* ttB««r iMd lM& Mi UMto, 
 n* toMalikt dvwi «M» OB tty totok. 
 
 I M« tiMt set la Itet lM» kOTT 
 
 WhkkfM 
 
 Tht Mrtot torn tortk cMv kMv, 
 
 €^e Inglf 5bfte. 
 
 (Iloea Anmia.] 
 It\ tan to «• Um »oral^ Uh 
 
 Itii Adr to M* Um borato Ida 
 TlMllpa'tlwfto«v*i7lmi 
 
 Aa* laa H h la tht pwa hoi Ms 
 WiMa Ihum Um hlaay bM t 
 
 Bat laiw, klr«r, daw te, 
 XctkalagteiUBtoBa. 
 
 • haVa|ltoMatod«a« 
 fefivaik«aagA>i 
 
 Aa'ilHdH«ac«^«ar«% 
 rkat aiak^ to ai a vafM « 
 Oih*li«liM«'kferaM. 
 
 • [Boaaar VMMt.] 
 
 Taa konb m«aa baih 
 layaakuMflM— 
 
 lafaahuMilMi 
 Mj kwd k «Mto a«d aidd, 
 Aa* aqr Maid li lUa aa «aaM.— 
 Bat 1 10» tf» kaaal* waM ferth 
 
 lfjJ«al»tnllaM« 
 la Mali 
 
 layn 
 TI»aw«i«Md 
 An* oar iMarto ariato dM btot.— 
 1^ tl« hMMK ktoMrf* waaa baA 
 
 taiaalMMflM. 
 
 OMA>|ii liiltobaad— 
 
 la y«a laat flHii 
 B«r ktort riM dM fwalpi 
 
 lafoaiuwglMii 
 Aa'atoaiaalMr^daf 
 
 layoalaatglra) 
 Aa*aUltlMrtaaQy 
 Tbaa «an tkm eoa^laa %a. 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS, 
 
 397 
 
 Now my auld wife's gane awa' 
 
 Frae yon lane glenj 
 An' though simmer sweet doth & 
 
 On yon lane glen. 
 To me its beauty's gane. 
 For alake ! I sit alane. 
 Beside the bonnie rowan bush 
 
 In yon lane glen. 
 
 iLarura, 
 
 [RoBKRT GiLFiLLAN. — Inscribed to his niece, 
 M Jss Marion Law Gilfillan.] 
 
 My own, my true-loved Marion ! 
 
 No wreath for thee I'll bring ; 
 Ko summer-gather'd roses fair. 
 
 Nor snow-drops of the spring ! 
 O ! these would quickly fade — for soon 
 
 Ths brightest flowers depart ; 
 A wreath more lasting I will give — 
 
 A garland of the heart ! 
 
 My own, my true-loved Marion ! 
 
 Thy morn of life was gay. 
 Like to a stream that gently flowa 
 
 Along its lovely way ! 
 And now, when in thy pride of noon, 
 
 I mark thee, blooming fair; 
 Be peace and joy still o'er thy path. 
 
 And sunshine ever there ! 
 
 My own, my gentle Marion ! 
 
 Though 'tis a world of woe. 
 There's many a golden tint that falls 
 
 To gild the road we go ! 
 And in this chequer'd vale, to me 
 
 A light hath round me shone. 
 Since thou came from thine Highland home 
 
 In days long past and gone! 
 
 My own, my true-loved Marion ! 
 
 Cold, cold this heart shall be. 
 When I shall cease to love thee still — 
 
 To cheer and cherish thee ! 
 Like ivy round the wither'd oak 
 
 Though all things else decay. 
 My love for thee shall still be green, 
 
 And will not fade away ! 
 
 [This beautiful song occurs in Sm "WAiTEa 
 Scott's "Lady of the Lake."] 
 
 My hawk is tired of perch and hood. 
 My idle greyhound loathes his food. 
 My horse is weary of his stiill. 
 And I am sick of captive thrall. 
 1 wish I were as I have been. 
 Hunting the hart in forests green. 
 With bended bow and bloodhound free. 
 For that's the life is meet for me 
 
 I hate to learn the ebb of time. 
 From yon dull steeple's drowsy chime. 
 Or mark it as the sunbeams crawl. 
 Inch after inch along the wall. 
 The lark was wont my matin ring. 
 The sable rook my vespers sing ; 
 These towers, although a king's they be. 
 Have not a hall of joy for me. 
 
 N o more at dawning mom I rise. 
 And sun myself in Ellen's eyes. 
 Drive the fleet deer the forest through. 
 And homeward wend with evening dew ; 
 A blithesome welcome blithely meet. 
 And lay my trophies at her feet. 
 While fled the eve on wing of glee — 
 That Ufe is lost to love and me. , 
 
 [NiCHOLsoir. — ^Tune, ** Ewe Buchts, Marion."] 
 
 WiLt ye go to the Highlan's, my Mary, 
 And visit our haughs and our glens ? 
 
 Ther'e's beauty 'mang hills o' the Highlan's 
 The braw lawlan' lassie ne'er kens. 
 
 'Tis true we've few cowslips or roses, 
 Nae hUes grow wild on the lee ; 
 
 But the heather its sweet scent discloses. 
 And the daisy's as sweet to the e'e. 
 
 See yon far heathy hills, whar they're risin', 
 Whose suinnuts are shaded wi' blue ; 
 
 There the fleet mountain roes they are U-in'. 
 Or feediu' their fawns, low, for you. 
 
SfiS 
 
 T»har 
 Ori 
 
 Or Wv. bj lk» bM» «B th« b 
 Wbv tiM fHl «riMr yn 
 TbMv «lll wBidd tali tfM* av lla«y. 
 
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 ii>Htiiliw< 
 ▲mm* bf tiM taMto«r La 
 
 II av« ta trat to AmI^ O." 
 
 Aa*l 
 
 W«ei _ 
 
 TW awMl liipirtat, vkMi yaaif Hi 
 ik ■* Mftht tfw Mate iT HMMT^ 4i 
 
 Bl|k«MMltli«Ml 
 
 OaHwliaw^bai 
 Bm iwwiv Ik* flirflM i^ aqr M«y, 
 
 TlvlookawMMtviin 
 
 With tiM* cvMy jaf to CM 
 i^larUip 
 
 irMm «r lew Ml* AmIb, o. 
 
 NoiD laxuls I $it. 
 
 (At SB. FwAA Mw . l^ t, ** BmmI* PaaiatLl 
 
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 Si^f baak^ of IKatf. 
 
 UTiwiMi— *^TW«, ** ita* av ITiili^iiiil 
 Wasaa wtatfla' Tut, ty haaMiy !■ ■■■» 
 
 White bllakia* taw bMM'ti tai tar «% 
 I Mt aiy boaato Aaato, O. 
 
 Bat O, tar 9^ 9^ Moa Mai, 
 
 • a'avMiaa'aaIr 
 T» Mllta dMMM ar AaaK O. 
 
 Wa»4— M-Oinaai. ■Mb mmam,mm%mn 
 
 tatliami ta Ml, bto bra— 1 1 1 iil i liJiiia', 
 
 WMte ftarta* ta yraa^i «a Ita iMtaaflta fcik 
 
 iaaaitaatiartaa in |inii 
 
 Aaiipabra^ 
 
 Dotab! Bavanaalr 
 tataci«r»D«y 
 
 OaaaHaarttab 
 
 AaiH ft — a<li 
 
 L%tabaalaybaai 
 
 WU« 
 
 jajaataai^yata^taft 
 
 •tailttaa'a ~ 
 
 taart.«r|tt l ii fau 
 
 Ql'mt 
 

 
 
 scorrrsH songs. 399 
 
 
 
 Pale glides hla phost on the hills of Coninna : ^ 
 
 »? If anxious to flatter my woes. 
 
 
 
 Faacy, waft the dear shade to my view ! 
 
 Or the languor of absence to cheer. 
 
 
 
 Fearless, alone I'd converse wi' my Johnnie, 
 
 Her breath 1 would catch in the rose. 
 
 
 
 IS or tremble to meet him beside the lone yew. 
 
 Or her voice in the nightingale hear. 
 
 
 
 Down by yon hawthorn, so lately in blossom, 
 
 To cheat my despair of its prey. 
 
 
 
 That drooping and wither'd now seems in decay. 
 
 What object her charms can assume ! 
 
 
 
 There aft was 1 prest to that dear manly bosom. 
 
 How harsh is the nightingale's lay. 
 
 
 
 That, sairly lamented, lies cauld in the clay. 
 
 How insipid the rose's perfume ! 
 
 
 
 
 Ye zephyrs that visit my fair. 
 
 Ye sunbeams around her that play, 
 
 
 
 ^hMM2. 
 
 Does her sympathy dwell on my care ? 
 
 
 
 Does she num ber the hours of my stay ? 
 
 
 
 
 First perish ambition and wesilth. 
 
 
 
 [This song is the production of Dr. Thomas 
 
 First perish all else that is dear. 
 
 
 
 Br,Ac.iLocK, commonly called the Blind Poet, 
 
 Ere one sigh should escape her by stealth. 
 
 
 
 who also composed an air to it, and sent both to 
 
 Ere my absence should cost her one tear. 
 
 
 
 Johnson's Museum. It professes to be "written 
 
 
 
 
 in the manner of Shenstone." Dr. Blacklock was 
 
 When, when shall her beauties once more 
 
 
 
 a native of Annan, and in infancy lost his eye- 
 
 This desolate bosom surprise ? 
 
 
 
 
 Ye fates ! the blest moments restore 
 
 
 
 fmlaiuity, he studied for the church, and was 
 
 When 1 bask'd in the beams of her eyes ; 
 
 
 
 lioensed to preach, but, owing to his blindness. 
 
 When with sweet emulation of heart. 
 
 
 
 never obtained a kirk. His life was principally 
 
 Our kindness we stniggled to show ; 
 
 
 
 spent at Edinburgh, where he kept a boarding- 
 
 But the more that we strove to impart 
 
 
 
 house, and was much venerated by all classes. 
 
 We felt it more ardently glow. 
 
 
 
 He died there in 1791, aged seventy.] 
 
 
 
 
 Yh rivers so limpid and clear. 
 
 
 
 
 Who reflect, as in cadence you flow. 
 All the beauties that vary the year. 
 
 EEJiil^ friefliifHit uu "E^uh* 
 
 
 
 All the flow-rs on your margins that grow ! 
 
 
 
 
 How blest on your banks could 1 dwell. 
 
 [Written by the Rev. John Looan, at one 
 
 
 
 Were Marg'ret the pleasure to share. 
 
 time a clergyman in Leith, but who spent the 
 
 
 
 And teach your sweet echoes to tell 
 
 latter years of his life as a literary adventurer in 
 
 
 
 With what fondness I doat on the fair 1 
 
 London. He was born in 1748, and died in 1788.] 
 
 
 
 Ye harvests, that wave in the breeze 
 
 While frequent on Tweed and on Tay, 
 
 
 
 As far as the view can extend ! . 
 
 Their harps all the muses have strung. 
 
 
 
 Ye mountains, umbrageous with trees, 
 
 Should a river more limpid than they. 
 
 
 
 Whose tops so majestic ascend I 
 
 The wood -fringed Esk flow unsung i> 
 
 
 
 Your landscape what joy to survey. 
 
 While Nelly and Nancy inspire 
 
 
 
 Were Marg'ret with me to admire ! 
 
 The poet with pastoral strains. 
 
 
 
 Then the harvest would glitter, how gay. 
 
 Why silent the voice of the lyre 
 
 
 
 How majestic the mountains aspire ! 
 
 On Mary, the pride of the plains ? 
 
 
 
 In pensive rtgret wiiilst I rove. 
 
 
 
 
 The fragrance of flow'rs to inhale ; 
 
 May flourish unseen and unknown : 
 
 
 
 Or catch as it swells from the grove. 
 
 And the shadows of solitude gloom 
 
 
 
 The music that floats on the gale : 
 
 A form that might shine on a throne. 
 
 
 
 Alas ! the delusion how vain! 
 
 Through the wilderness blossoms the ro60. 
 
 
 
 Nor odours nor harmony please 
 
 In sweetness retired from the sight ; 
 
 
 
 A heart agonizing with pain. 
 
 And Philomel vi^arbles her woes 
 
 
 
 Which tries eVry posture for ease. ■ 
 
 . A lone to the ear of the night. 
 
 
 
 
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 W00mbH9oXQ4. 
 
 ■ totlMdkyI 
 
 tkliiki ka. gir Ik* MM to M flMm, 
 
 A UckB tai ptead la th» «!««•{ 
 
 Vmmb tai tk« dfcte «r iBf^ 
 UalDMwa to tha MoiplB «r teM. 
 
 THtot w widk fertk to tfM MvMii. 
 peat MW «Mto«^ total t 
 d af MMjra awaat MiM, 
 
 Uowttoai 
 If tto taiea aT tto —a to ililw, 
 
 Thjr toMrtlH alMl ■«• to aqr kf I 
 Whila laflaeltaff tto tMM » iMw 
 
 j^ift ttoOffI fiotort. 
 
 Ba pMi aa hb tow* pliMtog m«i^ 
 
 And to HiiVai aff Mi towtf arr * < 
 ▲ad to »toi aa Ito toal ar toa Mm*. 
 
 Btaallaltoaaaitoli 
 
 To wtoa tikjr toaal^ to 
 
 d artoa«9. lava, Md tralli. 
 Hall alai» aa u«ri to toi araa. 
 
 a ar Mb vvM Mafarkw Mai. 
 
 Aadatoaalkaaf 
 
 kadaantltoa 
 Taihawwfc 
 
 8Bee S^o^nie. 
 
 Was Jatouite tto hgmd o* Rtotoad. 
 
 Wtot lUak !«, to wad to>» a wlii 
 f>a aaaiva Ma aaal aad kit bi 
 
 Vor Ua riltar araa aaa vaqr tl 
 
 ▲ao to fliai hto la^k toad a M» d 
 U mto tMa ito toto ftaa Iha toii^ 
 Vto O H aaa vaafTtoaa toaMib 
 
 Hi toaiflMa pal aa atoaa ar. 
 
 ■i«a to, "O I*ai toaalaaad toaw, 
 Aadlto— aa^ttoliii nidtoainifcia* 
 
 ▲a' atokU. i%to arfr It wad toaka lat 
 la Mtto a»a* aad to au«. 
 •* J(ap* 1-ai aaat tkat dto aaaaa Hdtoa ai 
 
 HakaaHaaAapdlia^ 
 
 Ba lMi>d a* Ma «ilBM IM% aiid 
 
 ▲aOI kavtofMMdaa'ivato, 
 ▲a* to ayd ttot ato Aiaad Uto 
 
 la to aak* ja a aart «r kaff aH 
 
 Ta «altaa mj kaa#i^ aif daw, 
 WkBa i'to at tto pintk aa* I 
 
 raaa 
 
 A H pia t .akad.aa'aaaM'n, 
 ▲ kiak kr oar Meton aa' bawli. 
 
 Aa* 1 toaak ttom fitkt aA »kaa I'M aary. 
 
 ▲ aMk«Mk,apataad 
 ▲ flrdla *r toaaitac aar a 
 
 Taa 
 
 Aa* kattar aa* akana to yaai 
 
 Tto MBM afok^ akikt te yaar 
 
 Aa* yaH aaaajaat Uto aaU 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. ^QJ 
 
 
 For I've thretty pun Scots ilka year— i 
 
 \ 
 
 
 
 Twa pecks o' gude meal an' a saxpence 
 Conies in ilka Saturday clear. 
 
 'B^mX\ Xlt balje. 
 
 
 
 Sent me down frae auld Andrew Dickson's. 
 
 [Wbittkn by Daniel "Wkir to a Gaelic air.] 
 
 
 
 I've likewise a dainty milk cow — 
 
 
 
 
 An' thae things will aye baud us breathing: 
 
 •Neath the wave thy lover sleeps. 
 
 
 
 Twa pigs an' a dainty brood sow. 
 
 And cold, cold is his pillow; 
 
 
 
 An' they a' get their grazing for naething. 
 
 O'er his bed no maiden weeps. 
 Where rolls the white billow. 
 
 
 
 Sae tell me whan ye're comin' hame. 
 
 And though the winds have sunk to ffst 
 
 
 
 An' dinna appear in a swither. 
 
 Upon the ocean's troubled breast. 
 
 
 
 For gin ye winna tak' me, my dame. 
 
 Yet stiU, oh still there's left behind 
 
 
 
 Troth I'm just gaun awa' to anither. 
 
 A restless storm in Ellen's mind. 
 
 
 
 Dear Johnnie, quo' she, with a smile. 
 
 Her heart is on yon dark'ning wave. 
 
 
 
 It's a' very fair that ye proffer- 
 
 Where aU she lov'd is lying. 
 
 
 
 But wi' kye and wi* pigs for to toil— 
 
 
 
 
 I canna accept o' your otfer. 
 
 The sea-bird is crying. 
 And oft on Jura's lonely shore. 
 
 
 
 Her fiither this while at the door- 
 
 Where surges beat and billows roar. 
 
 
 
 Lap in wi' an' angry complexion. 
 
 She sat— but grief has nipt her bloom. 
 
 
 
 An' ! how he curst an' he swore 
 
 And there they made young Elleus tomb. 
 
 
 
 He wad beat him, an' bruise him, an* vex lUm. 
 
 
 
 
 P»x>r Johnnie maist coupit the creels j 
 
 
 
 
 The door it stood open before him ; 
 H • fled— while the grews at his heels. 
 
 %\t JM^mai^tE. 
 
 
 
 An' tlie spaniels were like to devour him. 
 
 [William Mother WELL.— Set to music in H. A. 
 
 
 
 
 Smith's Scottish Minstrel.] 
 
 
 
 E^^tlg JMarg. 
 
 The nicht is mirk, and the wind blaws schill. 
 
 And the white feem weeta my bree. 
 And my mind misgi'es me, gay maiden. 
 
 
 
 [John Gbikvk.— Air, " Gowd in gowpens."] 
 
 That the land we sail never see ! 
 Then up and spak' the mermaiden. 
 
 
 
 I'VE seen the lily of the wold; 
 
 And she spak' blythe and free. 
 
 
 
 I've seen the openin.; marigold. 
 
 •' I never said to my bonnie bridegroom. 
 
 
 
 Their fairest hues at morn unfold; 
 
 That on land wo suld weddit be. 
 
 
 
 But fairer is my Mary. 
 
 
 
 
 How sweet the fringe of mountain bum. 
 
 *• Oh ! I never said that ane erthlie pree«fc 
 
 
 
 \V ith op'ning flow ers at spring's return ! 
 
 Our bridal blessing should gi'e. 
 
 
 
 lluw sweet the scent of flowery thorn ! 
 
 And I never said that a land wart bouir 
 
 
 
 But sweeter is my Mary. 
 
 Should hald my luve and me." 
 And whare is that preest, my bonnie Uiaidcc, 
 
 
 
 Her heart is gentle, warm, and kind; 
 
 If ane erthlie wicht is na he ) 
 
 
 
 Her form's not fairer than her mind ; 
 
 " Oh ! the wind will s )Ugh, and the sea will rair. 
 
 
 
 Two sister beauties rarely join'd. 
 
 Wlien weddit we twa sail be." 
 
 
 
 But join'd in lovely Mary. 
 
 
 
 
 As music from the distant steep. 
 
 And whare is that bouir, my bonnie maiden. 
 
 
 
 As starlight on the silent deep. 
 
 If on land it suld na be ? 
 
 
 
 So are my passions luU'd asleep 
 
 "Oh! my blythe bouir is low," said the mermaiden. 
 
 
 
 By love for bonnie Mary. i 
 
 f, " In the bonnie green howes o' the sea: 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
403 
 
 ■onriTira lOHOt. 
 
 _" ■••«., 
 
 TIM fladi as tkt dMT thftt an ny pvU, 
 And tiM tvatvwMlt mj dratta. 
 
 " Aad nvboair k rfdiMt «r tbt b% Um «OTt^ 
 
 ▲ad psvid wf tlw jrdlow mimI, 
 And la nj ~ 
 
 That B*T«r grt«r 
 
 ▲ lanaa oo auth that wald gl^ 
 Alter fbr aihtr 0^ tha nd plMi«hM iMd, 
 As im fl> la ihM o^ tha Ha^ 
 
 ThM tpiH ilBk to av heair •Math ttewaa iMti 
 
 ran any fiuhfln aad Btaau** 
 A wnd. wUd Avriah. flM tha *r hfMiVrMn, 
 
 Aad a load, load lai«h. tht laMt.- 
 ror tht BMOM lalM «^ aad tfM tas aak dam 
 
 UadarlharilfifMtlda^ 
 
 riAMV Roaa^Alr. ** Mo rha odi aMiad olta.* 
 
 FAaa thM wmH, mj aatna aal,' 
 
 O* iha lid that parti wf tfMa. 
 My ttod paad*«% hMd thai Man, 
 
 Thaa thgr wMHr woth «aa ten t 
 Maay a OMphalTfe flaa ha elMrd, 
 
 la thy gvMB aad pMQT aaoak 
 MablkaydthaaawiiiKlat 
 la thy Maa and ««bd|y aaok 
 
 Thoa wast aya tha Uanaa^ hi 
 
 Havar haad la thaa y«t bead 
 
 Ka««r heart of thiaa had di«d 
 orthrtaMarihadaU. 
 
 Wha aaaM dhaa tha Braaa^ hair ? 
 WhaaaaM ^raa aar lafal aaBMr 
 Fbrn to MMd, aad ftaa to te*. 
 
 a li aiatlBadM Mi« aa* k« ! 
 
 FMaaa, yat ni aaeaa to frM, 
 
 Han aai taafw I aaaaa at«f I 
 Bat, aihM I BV haM tofN. 
 
 May toy haaft tafrt to pbiyt 
 
 Batl^^thaMHMlNal 
 h* Iha haart. aad hard tha M. 
 O* tha M that parto wf «Ma 
 
 tWi a ftmsit. 
 
 TaAT Wh% a ai^hl Ikan li aw daabl 
 
 Aad wladaai^ ari*. «r a* M^ talBS 
 
 Tha kaart haaat that aw «aa aaidit 
 
 Maytadadndlyfca, 
 AadI 
 
 oval 
 
 Aad prMi wl'joylMi aaia, 
 Bopa Vthtly alapa te at tha hM^ 
 Tatoyawa'rlTalr. 
 
 For lofa a* «aalth IH aalana tail. 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS, 40«j 
 
 A leal true heart's a gift frae heaVn, ^ Cor. " He cam' frae merry England, to Eteal 
 
 
 A gift tliat is maist rare; 
 
 The sheep, and kill the deer." 
 
 
 It is a treasure o' itsel'. 
 
 Cra. " I'll come, I'll come, for an Englishman 
 
 
 And lightens ilka care. 
 
 Is aye the best o' cheer." 
 
 
 Let wealth and pride exalt themsel's. 
 
 Cor " we may breakfast on his breast. 
 
 
 And boast o' what they ha'e , 
 
 And on his back may dine ; 
 
 
 Compar'd wi' truth and honesty. 
 
 For the lave a' fled to their ain countrie. 
 
 
 They are nae worth a strae. 
 
 And they've ne'er been Lack sinsj'ne." 
 
 
 The honest heart keeps aye aboon. 
 
 
 
 ■yVTiate'er the world may say. 
 
 
 
 And laughs and turns its shafts to scorn. 
 
 
 
 That ithers would disnaay. 
 
 ®J)e ^^^, 
 
 
 8ae let us mak' life's burden light. 
 
 " Eh," quo' the tod, " it's a braw licht nicht. 
 
 
 And drive ilk care awa' ; 
 
 The win's i' the wast, and the mune shines bricht. 
 
 
 Contentment is a dainty feast. 
 
 The win's i' the wast, and the mune shines bricht, 
 
 
 Although in hamely ha' ; 
 
 An' I'U awa' to the toun, 0. 
 
 
 It gi'es a charm to ilka thing. 
 
 
 
 And mak's it look fu' braw. 
 
 
 
 The spendthrift and the miser herd. 
 
 I'd like to been worried by his dogs. 
 
 
 It soars aboon them a'. 
 
 But, by my sooth ! I minded his hogs 
 That nicht I cam' to the toun, 0." 
 
 
 But there's ae thing amang the lave 
 
 
 
 To keep the heart in tune. 
 
 He's ta'en the grey goose by the green sleeve. 
 
 
 And but for that the weary spleen 
 
 " Ech, ye auld witch ! nae langer shall ye live ; 
 
 
 Wad plague us late and soon : 
 
 Your flesh it is tender, your banes I maun prieve, 
 
 
 A bonnie lass, a canty wife. 
 
 For that I cam' to the toun, 0." 
 
 
 For sic is nature's law; 
 
 
 
 Without that charmer o' out livep, 
 
 Ud gat the auld wife out o' her bed. 
 
 
 There's scarce a charm avu. 
 
 And out o' the window she shot her auld head 
 " Eh, gudeman ! the grey goose is dead. 
 
 
 
 An' the tod has been i' the toun, 0." 
 
 
 ^iji? <^mM2 un^ <^xuh. 
 
 #11^ JEstiiier UM mt Uvih. 
 
 
 [Alex. Caklii.r.] 
 
 [The authoress of this song, and of othew 
 which we shall presently quote, was Mrs. John 
 
 
 The corbie wi' his roupy throat. 
 
 Hunter, wife of the distinguished anatomist and 
 
 
 Cried frae the leafless tree, 
 
 physiologist, John Hunter, whose brother, Wil- 
 
 
 " Come o'er the loch, come o'er the loch. 
 
 liiim, founded the Hunterian Museum at Glas- 
 
 
 Come o'er the loch to me." 
 
 gow. Her maiden name was Anne Home, and 
 she was the eldest daughter of Robert Home of 
 
 
 The craw put up his sooty head. 
 
 Greenlaw, in Berwickshire, a surgeon in the army. 
 
 
 And look'd o'er the nest whare he lay. 
 
 She was born in 1742, married in 1771, and died 
 
 
 And gied a flaf wi' his rousty wings. 
 
 
 
 And cried " whare tae ? whare tac ?" 
 
 at London in 1802, dedicated to her son.J 
 
 
 Cor. " Te pike a dead man that's lying 
 
 My mother bids me bind my hair 
 
 
 Ahint yon meikle stane." 
 
 With bands of rosy hue, 
 
 
 t)ra. " Is he fat, is he fat, is he fat, is he fat ? 
 
 Tie up my sleeves with ribbons rare. 
 
 
 If no, we may let him alane." 
 
 y And lace my boddice blue. 
 
 
 
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-/ 
 
 404 
 
 WMto allMn 4mm and piiqr ? 
 
 AIM 1 1 MM«i «•■ f> «r OTMp. 
 
 WhUtUiMatoawaf. 
 Tb Md to IkkdlllM 4a|i M» toat, 
 
 WkM tkdM «• lo«» WMt MM i 
 
 1 rit apea this OMimr itoM, 
 
 And wkite 1 ipta vr iMHi thnad, 
 Aad Maf Mf iteph lay* 
 
 MvmUMmUmwtf. 
 
 In airs Dreamy. 
 
 (Ma*. Jam Bnrra.] 
 
 Aad wttk tka aat^ dawa I Hiii. 
 DMryaaHl, to iMak «r *«. 
 
 Tlw MwaMli awr awft itoa^y aa, 
 ValllilqrwIA^Ntoni 
 
 Tkjr volM ikaO afvy doaM dtena. 
 Aad MOllMp my traabtod In i ail 
 
 ilemnabrancr. 
 
 rw as. Jon* Hvmji.] 
 
 WTurLB I tehoU tkt moea^ palt baaa 
 H«r Ufkt parhapa laflMta aa thw, 
 
 A« f»aad*rlat a«u> tha ■Or.T al 
 Tk^MdiaoMnlimaM t 
 
 ■0K0& 
 
 A A.toft<vrt!tlM«Wi«aai««to! 
 Oar aaait ««M to«M «bai ftad • 
 Ea aoia I'D Manaw aad aaMMa. 
 
 • avkarktotMri 
 or kopt a MM aad dMaat nqr 
 
 fPfte ^aretof II. 
 
 [Ma^ Jam BavTaa.l 
 FAa ftan kapa, aad iMl to ptaMH^ 
 ibd 1 iMw a ay t mt» 4mr li hi ii i^ 
 
 BaU an t fcr Una I Mtow flMy, 
 Ta «ya ttp iMa I «Ma to diti 
 
 Aadarfc-wy I 1 1111 , 1 I n Hlwyto»n» 
 Thaa dMlt laBMat aw wtth a tlgh. 
 
 AH Bv grtift «« Umb to aaar, 
 
 xaak to dMlk^ aivaal laili 
 Y«a ai^ latNta tdlMri law, 
 
 TlMMVli laa lateM to aMto Ma ktai^ 
 
 vatovaruadfl 
 
 Tb flaw a haptaa ailiila^ taabi 
 Jnd.alittagl«aat«dp 
 
 Int)ian Stat}) ^ng. 
 
 fllaa. tmm H nmou] 
 
 Tn an Hto to BlgM, aad dwatonAaa ttad^. 
 Bat gtoij raaatea wkHi tMr Vgkto todt aaay. 
 
 BaiK f M iiii to ii, laar tt i w ato mm to twda, 
 
 hT t" ti- mnaoaiiit ■■■■III wi^lila 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS, 4(j5 
 
 
 
 Remember the arrows he shot from his bow ; w Yet neither of us read aright 
 
 
 
 Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low. 
 
 The language of each other's heart ; 
 
 
 
 Why so slow ? Po you wait till I shrink from the 
 
 Or thou would 'St not my passion slight. 
 
 
 
 pain ? 
 
 Nor I be grieved from thee to part. 
 
 
 
 No ! the son of Alkncmook shall never complain. 
 
 I dream't, while gazing on thy face. 
 
 
 
 Remember the wood where in ambush we lay, 
 
 A soul was beaming on thy smiiet 
 
 
 
 And the scalps which we bore from your nation 
 
 Alas! it was a maiden grace 
 
 
 
 away : 
 
 My fancy furnished all the while. 
 
 
 
 Now the flame rises fast; ye exult in my pain; 
 
 
 
 
 But th^ son of Alknomook can never complain. 
 
 •Tis ever thus that love is blind: 
 My heart, though open to thy view. 
 
 
 
 I go to the land where my father is gone ; 
 
 Seem'd but a picture, which thy mind 
 
 
 
 His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son. 
 
 Of its own icy coldness drew. 
 
 
 
 Death comes like a friend, to relieve me from pain; 
 
 
 
 
 And thy son, Alknomook, has scorn'd to com- 
 
 Farewell, farewell !— still thou wilt seem 
 
 
 
 piitin ! 
 
 Unchang'd till my life's latest even; 
 The image of a blessed dream. 
 
 That gave to earth the light of heavfca. 
 
 
 
 eilc^^ie^ %n%$. 
 
 
 
 
 I At.fx. LAlNG.--AJr, " Carolan'8 Receipt."] 
 
 #ur gu^eman* 
 
 
 
 Wb sought the green, the shady grove. 
 
 [Ar,Kx. Laino.] 
 
 
 
 When life was young ami love was npw s 
 
 
 
 
 We pledg'd the vows of purest love. 
 
 Orn gudeman's aye fhie hame. 
 
 
 
 And with our years affection grew. 
 
 Aye frae hame, aye frae hame ; 
 
 
 
 Now in the cot on yonder brow. 
 
 Our gudeman's aye frae hame. 
 
 
 
 Around with folding ivy wove. 
 
 Drunken doite<l carlie .' 
 
 
 
 The Shannon's winding stream in view. 
 
 Yet a' the wark about the town. 
 
 
 
 How bless'd we'll live on wedded love. 
 
 Out an' in gaes brawly on. 
 Our Johnny's sic an unco loun. 
 
 
 
 A nd though our fortune is but low, 
 
 For workin* late and early ! 
 
 
 
 Though we have yet but little store. 
 
 
 
 
 I'll wield the spade, and ply the hoe. 
 
 
 
 
 And strive to make that little mor^; 
 
 I fee'd the chlel' at Candlemas, 
 
 
 
 And when my daily toil is o'er. 
 
 At Candlemas, at Candlemas; 
 
 
 
 
 I fee'd the chiel' at Candlemas, 
 
 
 
 And smiling peace, and plenty, sure. 
 
 To saw the aits and barley; 
 
 
 
 Will bless the home of wedded love ! 
 
 But Johnny's ready, young, an' teugh, 
 An' foremost aye at cart an' pleugh ! 
 
 
 
 - 
 
 An' never thinks he works aneugh. 
 Though workin' late an' early. 
 
 
 
 ^im^ canncit hhL 
 
 The corbie-craw came here yestreen. 
 Came here yestreen, came here yestreen 
 
 
 
 rWiLMAM Holmes.— Here first printed.] 
 
 The corbie-craw cam.e here yestreen. 
 An' croaked lang and sairly,— 
 
 
 
 TiMK cannot blot from memory's book 
 
 Oh ! were he fey that's nightly fU', 
 
 
 
 The record of those tender ties, 
 
 Had mools an' maggots ance their due. 
 
 
 
 Sprung from that first and silent look 
 
 Our Johnny maunna ha'e to rue. 
 
 
 
 Of ours Into each other's eyes. ^ 
 
 ', His workin' late and early. 
 
 
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4Utf 
 
 fK^ lubi'% (tt Germans. SOiiuttx^ toi' ii% clonics ^toto. 
 
 tTrnm* *■ Ira* of** T« JaeoUlH fer BMM,- 
 «M In* paUhkal m a ihigl* dM«t aeaf by V. 
 flIrvMt* Ob^ XAiibvih, Md «w Mild «» hsvt 
 
 lilTM. ■aotwMMinaa.hMPmr, ' 
 
 TuoiAntu — Alr.'Fmalh I 
 
 
 ^amt him kmm,mmA mm ^mmt | Aad^w—ttwMy liwtiltlrJi 
 
 Mv 
 
 ]fylB««nilB 
 
 aradkka 
 
 MylBViniia 
 
 Ow IM an «M •• *r«i 
 H*MiH iWiirfc'arti^ 
 
 la tiM «Mi cn^»%t 
 
 Y«ar lava mifm iMrat to §m. 
 
 BatfcaMliaOwiiwaii, 
 ngkllBfftaa«»«irlo9al|ri 
 Maante' daM«. aMar^ 
 f%Matba»faferlB9al^, 
 
 Ta kli lavt aB« ate eoaaiH*. 
 TUi aaiM^ aaa ndr fcr ma; 
 WllMir«puM, wmw^ifMM} 
 
 Vav lanaafei rt^. to kafl Ik* i^rtat, 
 ▲adaalaMalli«k*M7- 
 
 Aad aril ear airaaay **«Hai 
 
 wa«t 
 
 W<^ — i agali <k* m 
 
 Wk«* tnl y* *«a>i y* Iwai aM. 
 W* aora «■ ««*w fk* MM »te«r 
 
 laa'itaifcinaiaf aaur, 
 
 vrkMiiB«i« 
 
 tWanraa If ]»a.iam liavaaa. aMiaiaarft 
 
 IjomttwKfhfitmmt lk*a^«a«MagMa*lMn 
 
 OW my Ma* II i^aawlikwartMwar, 
 
 Xar a«<y paka kar a^v^ irfaaa **•«, 
 If «r kMtea* gaam «a«* kar yvOaw ftall. 
 Hot loUaa apviM gBwav »M Ik* «a*t 
 
 Fiaad «r kli lN>*» HMrfew *r fefli itgk^ 
 Aad fatal afflaaliali aM aaaaaqavM ai%klt 
 Pf a afli* t a lli y ! BMy y* laai laMki 
 Tk*mailWi»iiiiaiaflka— atyiaaaala. 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 407 
 
 
 Long, 'mid your sounding glades, in union sweet, • 
 
 « Now loud and clear the blackbird's sang 
 
 
 
 May runU innocence and beauty meet ; 
 
 Rings through the briery shaw. 
 
 
 
 And still be duly heard, at twilight calm. 
 
 While flitting, gay, the swallows play 
 
 
 
 lYom every cot the peasant's chanted psalm. 
 
 Around the castle wa'. 
 
 
 
 Then, Jedworth, though thy ancient choirs sliall 
 
 Beneath the golden gloaming sky. 
 
 
 
 fade. 
 
 The mavis mends her lay. 
 
 
 
 And time lay bare each lofty colonnade. 
 
 The redbreast pours his sweetest strains. 
 
 
 
 From the damp roof the massy sculptures die. 
 
 To charm the lingering day i 
 
 
 
 And in their vaults thy rifted arches lie ; 
 
 While weary yeldrins seem to wail 
 
 
 
 Still in these vales shall angel harps prolong. 
 
 Their Uttle nestUngs torn. 
 
 
 
 By Jed's pure stream, a sweeter evening song 
 
 The merry wren, frae den to den. 
 
 
 
 Than long processions, once, with mystic zeal. 
 
 Gaes jinking through the thorn. 
 
 
 
 Pour'd to the harp and solemn organ's peal. 
 
 The roses fauld their silken leaves. 
 
 
 
 
 The foxglove shuts its bell. 
 The honeysuckle, and the birk. 
 
 
 
 ^awfedl tB tie %mn. 
 
 Spread fragrance thi-ough the dell. 
 Let others crowd the giddy court 
 Of mirth and revelry. 
 
 
 
 Fabkwbli. to the land of the rock and the wild- 
 
 The simple joys that nature yields 
 
 
 
 wood. 
 
 Are dearer ftir to me. 
 
 
 
 The hill and the forest and proud swelling wave , 
 
 
 
 
 To the land where bliss smiled on the days of my 
 
 
 
 
 childhood. 
 
 
 
 
 Farewell to thee, Scotia, thou land of the brave ! 
 
 Far dearer to me are thy heath cover'd mountains. 
 
 Than Gallia's rich valleys, and gay fertile plains; 
 
 #11111: Imnk ^mH lal^. 
 
 
 
 And dearer by far than her murmuring fountains. 
 
 
 
 
 The roar of the torrent, where liberty reigns. 
 
 [Robert Tannahill.— Set to music by R. A. 
 Smith.] 
 
 
 
 Wherever I wander, sweet Isle of the ocean. 
 
 
 
 
 My thoughts still shall turn to thy wUd rocky 
 
 Our bonnie Scots lads, in their green tartan plaids. 
 
 
 
 shore ; 
 
 Their blue -belted bonnets, and feathers sae braw. 
 
 
 
 A h ' still shall my heartbeat with fondest emotion. 
 
 Rank'd up on the green were fair to be seen. 
 
 
 
 While musing on scenes I may visit no more. 
 
 But my bonnie young laddie was fau*est of a'. 
 
 
 
 Adieu, then, dear land of romance and wild story. 
 
 His cheeks were as red as the sweet heather-bell. 
 
 
 
 Thy welfare and honour for ever shall be 
 
 Or the red western cloud looking down on tJie 
 
 
 
 The prayer of an exile, whose boast and whose 
 
 snaw. 
 
 
 
 glory. 
 
 Hifl lang yellow hair o'er his braid shoulders fell. 
 
 
 
 Is the tie that stiU hinds hun, loved country, to ; 
 thee! 
 
 And the een 0' the lasses were fix'd on him a'. 
 
 
 
 My heart sunk wi' wae on the wearifu' day. 
 
 
 
 
 When torn frae my bosom they march'd him 
 
 
 
 ^i)i? milge^ hunu. 
 
 He bade me fareweel, he cried, " be leel," 
 And his red cheeks were wat wi' the tears that 
 did fe'. 
 
 
 
 [Robt.Tannahill.— Air, "The Shepherd's Son."] 
 
 Ah ! Harry, my love, though thou ne'er shou'dst 
 return. 
 
 
 
 The midges dance aboon the bum. 
 
 Till life's latest hour I thy absence will mourn, 
 
 
 
 The dews begin to fa'. 
 
 And memory shall fade, like the leaf on the tree. 
 
 
 
 The pairtricks down the rushy holm, 
 
 Ere my heart spare ae thought on anlther but 
 
 
 
 Set up their e'ening ca'. < 
 
 f thee. 
 
 
 
 
403 
 
 acoTTtflu soiioa 
 
 littiiB tl)(nlt, bonnif Ujk%it. 
 
 [Tw w »wg IMM «hwi|> t— ytiWifcrt mWIubI — — Uwrt — >, tt Mil <li^ •» Mr. BiwA— ^ 
 tb« rradltt amatBtor tai ^okMral Ummmm, Hmiw Mactwi* wroo tf» wIwI> •f N, iiiiH Ika 
 kt Ttm. which WM wTttt— ty Mr. Jofca mmlHw . M a ri B t U lw hi Mlatik BaaOlMi Insftl 
 H with hit own •«d>tk>a.M«thMlwa«. Mawwaidld ■ot li<«<i H ■loog Mi pwlhal wwhfc The 
 •Ml* to adaptfd to • (Uoeloc twM mOaA ** Chnto^ ■mL* SHwhtt*, tlM tBM toMlhd **11m 
 ■mith** a gallant ftmnan.** It nmj U en»U o>a< that Mtoi Bhunlf* haa a aMf wUeh aptM ilml* 
 larlj to tha pmmt, and Mr. Maswcn, tha tditor or her Pocitoal W«cto. • 
 paanuMi erprobahmtj, tkat MacMin aaay hara Mm Ml« BaBUrtl vtm.] ' 
 
 O mmra Ikli^ hondt hMla. t^M lara ta hOTv thaai 
 DInaa fhlak, hamda haala, I'm gami «a laava tiMi 
 Dhum thfaik, hawria laarta, I'm pan ta hava Ihaat 
 in tak* a iltak IBIB agr teMi, a»< caaM afrfB Mii ■• tbHw 
 
 nar^thafalaiaha^totBati 4arlratkaaltlMairfa«lai 
 Fhrnthtfattytha^tafaagi tfark^lhaa^ktaalaHtoi 
 FhrathtfRt»]«ha^t«ofaatt daaku tka aliht aai oMtoi 
 O May thto nlfht «i' |o«r lo«i^ Mi4 41MMI puif aai kB«a M 
 
 IIM hM a Blghl and haaf a 4aj ttat IH ha«a my daaHa i 
 BMa nlikiMi haitf • «agr that in Im«« my ilMrttt 
 Bat a Bight aatf hMf a *if tlwt II toava nf daart* t 
 — ' aw gaw wt Iha laah, K aaiaa ipilB lal aa 
 
 Whan a* tha lav* an wand ariavp, I am 4aD aa4 fvilai 
 Aad a' tha toa4aag alght I'M «d, M' ihhikli« aa aijr davK 
 
 O dhna thlah, baaala hMria, r» gaaa ta law* thw . 
 maaa tMak« haaala laad*. I^ai ^aa to toava thw ; 
 
 ^ haaala kala, I'M VMM ta ha«a Iha* i 
 
 I pwa aat ar ilaht. m aoaM M^a aad M UM 
 
 Wblk tha wtada aad wavn da roar, I am waa aad dravK 
 And gin |« lo^ am M ya aty. 7a wlaaa gMg aad toaaa aMb 
 
 O aavtr mab, heaato lairir. wm I gaiW aad laava thMi 
 Haw aaalr, boaato tomto, Willi gaiV aad lM«« thaa I 
 Nt?ar mair, boaato faMria, wfn I gaag aad bava thmi 
 raa tot tha wotld gaM M It wO, 111 ahv at hmaa aad ahM 
 
 kt IwtoaagaaffaadtoafatlMai 
 
 Draw hto boola. aad Oaag tham hy { crtod. My la% ha flhamto t 
 in hha tha «aar tea a« thy ahMk, aad awnr toam IV dmrta. 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. ^qC) 
 
 
 ^ 
 
 " Her lips ha'e named the bridal time. 
 Her lips ha'e sealed the vow; 
 
 
 
 & Mi i^ t^t Min'k o* tim eV, 
 
 Like Nature's laws in every clime. 
 
 We'll aye be true as now. 
 Like Nature, love the fairer grows 
 
 
 
 [From " The Gaberlunzie's Wallet."] 
 
 The mair we ken its law. 
 Like air, it through the warld flows. 
 
 
 
 SAFT is the blink o' thine e'e, lassie. 
 
 Sweet harmony to a*. 
 
 
 
 Saft is the blink o' thine e'e; 
 
 
 
 
 An' a bonnie wee sun glimmei-s on its blue orb 
 
 fly, ye lazy listless hours. 
 
 
 
 As kindly it glints upon me. 
 
 A n' bring that happy day. 
 When we'll in wedlock's sweetest bow'rs 
 
 1 
 
 
 The ringlets that twine round thy brow, lassie. 
 
 In love kiss life away. 
 
 1 
 
 
 Are gowden as gowden may be; 
 
 We'll live like sleepers in a dream. 
 
 
 
 Like the wee curly cluds that play round the sun 
 
 Where wishes paint the scene ; 
 
 
 
 When he's just gaun to drap in the sea. 
 
 An' care shall melt by pleasure's beam. 
 As snow melt? on the green. 
 
 
 
 Thou hast a bonnie wee mou', lassie. 
 
 
 
 
 As sweet as a body may pree ; 
 
 
 
 
 An' fondly I'll pree that wee hinny mou', 
 
 
 
 
 E'en though thou should'st frown upon me. 
 
 1 tomna !pe U^d, 
 
 
 
 Thou hast a lily white hand, lassie. 
 
 
 
 
 As fair as a body may see ; 
 
 [Tub following capital song Is by a working 
 
 
 
 An' saft is the touch o' that wee genty hand. 
 
 blacksmith in Glasgow, of the name of Thomas 
 
 
 
 At eve when thou paitest wi' me. 
 
 DoDD, and is here printed for the first time. We 
 have seldom seen a more ludicrous yet faithful 
 
 
 
 Thy thoughts are sae haly and pure, lassie. 
 
 picture of an aged wooer than it presents.— Tune, 
 
 
 
 Thy heart is sae kind and sae free ; 
 
 " The brisk young lad."] 
 
 
 
 That the bright sun o' heaven is nae pleased wi' 
 
 
 
 
 hirrsel'. 
 
 I wiNXA be weel, for I canna be weel,— 
 
 
 
 Till he glasses himsel' in thine e'e. 
 
 The laird an' his siller may gang in a creel, 
 Tho' his hauld pow had the crown on't, atweel. 
 
 
 
 0, thou art a' thing to me, lassie. 
 
 I'd scorn him wi' his a'. 
 
 
 
 thou art a' thing to me; 
 
 
 
 
 What care I although fortune should frown. 
 
 My mother says a laird's a catch. 
 
 
 
 Gin I gain the blythe blink o' thine e'e. 
 
 My father fain wad mak' a match. 
 But I'll no be a gaudy wretch. 
 
 
 
 
 To pine my life an a'. 
 
 
 
 JEg %nU. 
 
 Was he guid as a saunt an' wise as a sage. 
 
 
 
 His wisdom or worth for my heart is nae pledge, 
 
 
 
 
 I wish— as a lassie should wish at my age — 
 
 
 
 [Ai.Fx. HuMK.— Air, "My love is like a red red 
 rose."] 
 
 Ane young, whate'er may fa'. 
 
 
 
 My truely ! it's an unco sight 
 
 
 
 My love is like my ain countrie. 
 
 To see an auld blin' donert wight. 
 
 
 
 That to my heart is dear; 
 
 Wha scarcely kens the day frae night. 
 
 
 
 My love is like the holly tree, 
 
 Begin a lang fraca ! 
 
 
 
 That's green through a' the j'ear. 
 
 
 
 
 Her smile is like the glowing ray 
 
 Sighing— but mair for the want o* his breath 
 
 
 
 That fa's frae yonder sun ; 
 
 Than love at his heart, though maybe baith— 
 
 
 
 An', sunlike, blesses a* the day. 
 
 1 Smiling on me, as if girning guid faith. 
 
 
 
 Yet kens nae gude she's done. ^ 
 
 A He says, " lass, ye're braw V* 
 
 
 
 
410 
 
 Hit— ■Milfcjulwi 
 ltonwk^M*«nKli 
 Tban Irili ■» «^ his fowd aa' ipoa. 
 To wjto ogjr k«vt awk'. 
 
 Ittehbll 
 ▲• tnniUliig, JMt M kt f*M to • 
 B« «y», "Tkk* iM u' a'.* 
 
 If I bat ■mO*. th* bod7 li fM t 
 ir I but gloom, tlM body to Hid i 
 For fttf I pal tho body nod. 
 
 4 AaM ValvOiMt «»*o« Mm «wI*, 
 
 ■te itilpplft tat, and BMiO * Mffl^ 
 ▲a- «M Mm flMdy AHm. 
 
 Jtoto ^(prins igiift. 
 
 ^anDs ^Han, 
 
 TAtBs. BoMB^AIr. • 
 Wna k ht I iMn 
 
 IIk«BnMro^« 
 OIHIiMM,ai« 
 
 OrfiOodABcakk 
 irkMuMySMt 
 
 Whato^Un 
 
 ▲a'tloflMtaharcBlln. 
 At MOM aa* adoad mn aao to ■ 
 
 aaa'B J«aa aa* itady Adaa, 
 Twa baarti, y«t bat ai pobt aa' 
 
 Ha-O 
 
 Tto |f>i to a*, in ayo bk rola^ 
 
 A knavo^i a kaaro, a fbWM a h 
 Wl* boncat Sandy AUaa. 
 
 For Uka Tioo b« baa a dart. 
 AnhMvyhitlftOIto': 
 
 But ay* Ibr wortb a kindfod to 
 ilaa vnt Sandy Allan. 
 
 To kingi bh kaco bo wunna bi 
 
 Sao piood la aandy Albtn i 
 •Tko OMa trha ifahtly frck li kl 
 
 QMto, aad oUmt Ponna, ky Jama Paaaaa, 
 
 —7.- Mr. rnM8rliaatharar**Tka 
 
 OflSfo,** fIvHi at paft If oT Iha fnaat 
 
 If ofMW^ Igr toaatTi 9«. 
 ka*Ogtotofabattaadlka«^ 
 
 irto««^Be*ra«a*. 
 Itoir tam Iba burial adkt ana tf 
 
 Togitbi r wto g i a a wa e t. 
 Aad ok i kvir «aa Ok aao« to part, 
 
 VTbaa ItooM at datyn oa'i 
 Bat doarta, 4«<Ha k tho baart 
 
 Wbaaatofolaltfawm'. 
 
 Thaa. whib oar yooth k f tbo FftaM^ 
 LHH catch tha flwttof hmr I 
 
 la tokoa or b«r powr. 
 Aa* wbaa aaM ago apoa oar paw 
 
 Wo-U' 
 iriovo^aotoraiaa*. 
 
1 
 
 
 
 
 1 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 41] 
 
 
 ^ Her brow was like a lily flower. 
 
 
 
 m'^m %ntoum ^^xiulVh. 
 
 Smiling 'neath a balmy bower. 
 An' glist'ning i' the myrnin' hour 
 Amang the dew o' May. 
 
 
 
 [James Fraser.— Air, "Kind Eobin lo'esme."] 
 
 Her e'e was like the bonnie bell. 
 That dances on a sparklin' well, 
 
 
 
 When gowans sprinkl'd a' the lea. 
 
 When daylight fa's o'er muir an' fell. 
 
 
 
 An' blossoms hung on ilka tree. 
 
 An' wakes the well to play. 
 
 
 
 'Twas then my Jeanie's saft blue e'e 
 
 
 
 
 Shot a' its witchei7 through me. 
 
 Her cheek had a' the hues that lie 
 
 
 
 I felt— I wonder'd at the smart. 
 
 On a' that's fair in earth or sky. 
 
 
 
 New wishes floated roun' my heart— 
 
 When summer winds are singing by 
 
 
 
 Ah ! little kenn'd I 'twas a dart 
 
 A canty, gleesome air. 
 
 
 
 That's fated to undo me. 
 
 The winds may sing o'er glen an' lea; 
 The flowers may bloom, but no for me ; 
 
 
 
 Through lanely glen and greenwood 6hnw 
 
 That brow an' e'e, that cheek I'U see 
 
 
 
 1 stole frae heartle&s mu-th awa'. 
 
 Smiling here nae mair. 
 
 
 
 Or wander'd heedless o' the snaw. 
 
 
 
 
 That heap'd its wraiths around me: 
 
 A leaf afore the wintry blast. 
 
 
 
 But still I felt I kenn'd nae what. 
 
 Though sairly bruised an' sadly cast. 
 
 
 
 Nor wist I what I would be at; 
 
 Will find a resting place at last. 
 
 
 
 And aftentimes my cheek was wat. 
 
 But ah ! there's nane for me. 
 
 
 
 Though stars shone clear aboon me. 
 
 Whar can 1 gang, whar can I bidp. 
 Sin' she, my bonnie winsome bride. 
 
 
 
 And when a sidelang stovvan glance 
 
 Is ta'en for ever frae my side ? 
 
 
 
 I tw)k, as if t might seem by chance. 
 
 Why didna death tak* me ? 
 
 
 
 My very bluid was in a dance— 
 
 
 
 
 My heart lap sae within me. 
 
 
 
 
 Her voice was music in my ear— 
 
 
 
 
 Her lip 1 daur'd na touch for fear. 
 
 
 
 
 But inethought the hinny pear 
 Less sweetness had to win me. 
 
 ®S)ir SJiltf^ K^mjpji* 
 
 
 
 Jeanie ! dinna think I'm cauM, 
 
 [Thomas Campbell.— Air, " Woo'd and mar- 
 
 
 
 When ither lads may be mair bauld ; 
 
 ried an' a'."J 
 
 
 
 True love like mine can ne'er be tauld— 
 
 
 
 'Tis constancy maun proVe me. 
 
 
 
 
 Your hair I'll braid wi' spring's young flow'rs. 
 
 I'M jilted, forsaken, outwitted; 
 
 
 
 I'll shade you cool in simmer bow'rs. 
 
 Yet think not I'll whimper or brawl— 
 
 
 
 An' a' the winter's lang cauld hours 
 
 The lass is alone to be pitied 
 
 
 
 Nae blast shall ever move ye. 
 
 Who ne'er has been courted at all ; 
 Never by great or small 
 
 
 
 
 Woo'd or jilted at all; 
 Oh, how unhappy's the lass 
 
 
 
 JIEg li^BBii? la^^iie'^ l^ali* 
 
 Who has never been courted at all ! 
 My brother call'd out the dear faithless; 
 
 
 
 [James Macdonald. — Here first printed. — 
 
 In fits I was ready to fall. 
 
 
 
 Air, "A mile abune Dundee."] 
 
 Till I found a policeman who, scatheless. 
 Swore them both to the peace at Guildhall ; 
 
 
 
 Oh ! my bonnie lassie's dead. 
 
 Seized them, and seconds and all- 
 
 
 
 My bliss an' joy on earth's fled; 
 
 Pistols, powder, and ball ; 
 
 
 
 Oh ! my bonnie lassie's dead. 
 
 I wish'd him to die my devoted. 
 
 
 
 An' lies on Endrick lea. i 
 
 ; But not in a duel to sprawl. 
 
 
 
 •1 
 
119 
 
 WiMt Ikeaili al vy iNMt h* kM tfltcd, 
 Wtel tlM^k I te«t owi wUh a kO y 
 Bmv to anrtia Md JOtod, 
 n«i a«fOT b» «M>«id at •■. 
 Woan« aMiaM aad all«- 
 StUllwflldaawattlMtani (aadlMl, 
 
 ■ourriMi MUNoa. 
 
 Bat laWy I*f« oMt wtth a MMor, 
 
 WboM knni ha«v fottM to Itaall. 
 ▲ad I kopa Mon to laO 9«a to Artna 
 That I'm woe'd aad aianted aad aD| 
 WooM aad nafiM aad an, 
 
 Wbat graator Utai caa biMl P 
 And foa aO riMO fastakiorair toUal Mk^ 
 Whn I'm «R»^ aad BMUiM aad aa. 
 
 Vstbata ^Ulan. 
 
 (Tnn bMatlAd aad a»tltac Mtla MM li «r 
 grmtaatfaiBUy, fcataothtogbi toa a a af Itilite- 
 lory. Mr. CkailM KMvatrick amrpt ««ri» oT 
 a tiadMoa whkk plaeH Ika HMH ar tkt itofy at 
 Aaaaa to Damftliwliln. Wa ai ~^ 
 
 to bdttfa, kawaav, that It Mwp 
 •oaatria.- Wa iHwa sIIm. at k 
 •one Hag, to diya toaf fMa fi 
 •rooa to IMntof fkldiaa, «««r a 
 
 1 Hw aadantMidtoc ahvai* WM Ikat lU «IM^ 
 
 To Um p«m« mhtf tm mm (ytoC, 
 
 lad wtea *• divw ilM aartato ky, 
 
 Ywii^M,m|- 
 
 iKTi ah. t^ rfak, I^ v«r7 my Mk, 
 
 A ~ - 
 
 0,tl 
 
 Oh, dlaaa |a aitod, foaag auM, iha mM, 
 Whn ya wa« to tiM tavara a-4rtokto*, 
 nat |a amdt Uw toaltlMfM laaad aad aM 
 
 Ba tamM Mi tea aato tha «•*. 
 
 Aad rffhto*, aM. riM aMld aat itigr* 
 ■aca dMih af Mk ted Mil Mm. 
 
 Hto Badaa psaa aaala aaa twa« 
 
 waa aavtr told to fcwar, moia toip 
 ilgnUtoawt w wx h) to o t ptoca to tito tamt. Bkkap 
 Vnrj, to hU Aactoat Baflaito aad floafi. a7«4 
 fiTta aa asttadad vmtoa aT * BMtowa Atfaa.** 
 to wM0h Barbam b mada to i«M» "at amitot 
 town," aad Um Imto goM by tto aahwnto aama 
 afitfrnayi Orafv," bat tha wheto tmma a lbb> 
 rieatloa oa tha oU 8eottMi mt. Wa Imv* giva 
 llM toat •• It appcara to tiw Iboith fotont af 
 ky't T«-T»bU MImUaay.] 
 
 It wiu to aad abeat the Marttamai ttaaa, 
 Whm Um giatn toivat wna a*iUlto*. 
 
 That atr John Gfaham, to tha waataoaaM 
 FaO to tova wl* Barbara AHm. 
 
 Aad atwyjaw that tha dild bill gtoi. 
 
 AadoMrfritaiftiMda 
 
 To tha plaea trhtta tha waa 
 O, harta aad aooia to my 
 Oto ft ha Baitaaa All 
 
 fift Untin %Mn\^. 
 
 (WrtttAM Taea of lavmiry. — Air, 
 Btork Watch.-] 
 
 Mvfe 
 
 My dmiaat piay«r ba thiaa. 
 
 TiMia toaathaa aaa Maad ofatlaa. 
 
 Aad t maaa wait to wmp wT thm^ 
 My tomatom hMthar laad. 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 4] 3 
 
 
 My heather land, my heather land ! ^ When Hjinen moulds us into ans. 
 
 
 
 Though fairer lands there be— 
 
 My Robbie's nearer than my kin, 
 
 
 
 Thy gowanie braes in early days 
 
 And to refuse him were a sin. 
 
 
 
 Were gowden ways to me. 
 
 Sae lang's he kindly treats me. 
 
 
 
 Maun lifs's poor boon gae darkening doun. 
 
 
 
 
 Nor die whaur it had dawn'd. 
 
 When I'm in my ain house. 
 
 
 
 But claught a grave ayont the wave,— 
 
 True love shall be at hand aye. 
 
 
 
 Alas, my heather land ! 
 
 To make me still a prudent spouse. 
 And let my man command aye j 
 
 
 
 My heather land, my heather land J 
 
 Avoiding ilka cause of strife. 
 
 
 
 Though chilling winter pours 
 
 The common pest of man-ied life 
 
 
 
 Her freezing breath round fireless hearth. 
 
 That mak's ane wearied of his wife. 
 
 
 
 Whaur breadless misery cowers ! 
 
 And breaks the kindly band aye. 
 
 
 
 Yet breaks the light that soon shall blight 
 
 
 
 
 The godless reivin' hand— 
 
 
 
 
 Whaun wither'd tyranny shall reel 
 
 
 
 
 i'rae our roused heather land. 
 
 
 
 
 
 ^W fe n^ ra^ dn im^t. 
 
 
 
 EU^ i% un mim uiu ^m$$* 
 
 [The following is a Jacobite rersion of " Thk 
 is no my ain house." Whether or not it is older 
 than Ramsay's we cannot say.] 
 
 
 
 TThk following song is by Ramsay, but 'here 
 
 
 
 
 1 existed a ditty long before his day which runs 
 
 0, THIS is no my ain house. 
 
 
 
 somewhat thus ; 
 
 I ken by the biggin' o't ; 
 
 
 
 " This is no my ain house. 
 
 For bow -kail thmve at my door cheek. 
 
 
 
 My ain house, my ain house. 
 
 And thristles on the riggin' o't 
 
 
 
 This is no my ain house. 
 
 
 
 
 1 ken by the biggin' o't. 
 
 A carle came wi" lack 0' grace. 
 
 
 
 Por bread and cheese are my door cheeks. 
 
 Wi' unco gear and unco face ; 
 
 
 
 Are my d or cheeks, are my door cheeks. 
 
 And sin' he claim'd my daddie's place 
 
 
 
 For bread and cheese are my door cheeks. 
 
 I downa bide the triggin' o't. 
 
 
 
 And pancakes the riggin' o't." 
 
 0, this is no my ain house. Sic. 
 
 
 
 " Tills is no my ain house" is often sung, not to 
 
 Wi' routh 0' kin, and routh 0' reek. 
 
 
 
 its own original tune, but to another old tune 
 (sailed " Deil stick the minister," or " Shantiews."] 
 
 My daddie's door it wadna steek; 
 liut bread and cheese were his door cheek. 
 And girdle-cakes the riggin" o't. 
 
 
 
 This is no mine ain house. 
 
 0, this is no my ain house, &c. 
 
 
 
 I ken by the rigging o't; 
 
 
 
 
 Since with my love I've changed vows. 
 
 My daddie bigg'd his housie weel. 
 
 
 
 I dinna like the bigging o't. 
 
 Uy dint 0' head, and dint 0' heel. 
 
 
 
 For now that I'm young Robbie's bride. 
 
 By dint 0' arm, and dint 0' steel, 
 
 
 
 And mistress of his fire-side. 
 
 And muckle weary priggin' o't. 
 
 
 
 Mine ain house I'll like to guide. 
 
 0, this is no my ain house, &c. 
 
 
 
 And please me with the rigging o't. 
 
 Then was it dink, or was it douce. 
 
 
 
 Then fareweel to my father's house. 
 
 i For ony cringing foreign goose. 
 
 
 
 1 gang whare love invites me; 
 
 i To claught my daddie's wee bit house. 
 
 
 
 The strictest duty this allows. 
 
 1 And spoil the hamely triggin' o't ? 
 
 
 
 When love with honour meet? me, i 
 
 r. 0, this te no my ain house, fcc. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
414 
 
 iliiy, «w tt tad, «r «M H Mr, 
 To eooM a kBBdOT mo* aatf oal 
 
 And 4Mb Mb «r Ite winte' ot? 
 O, Uik Is DO my afai hoan, Ita. 
 
 ta^i)i)( i% no ms ain li^if . 
 
 [Wi 
 Thbta 
 
 4^ TWgroaid«^«lM«MBlB««rtlw, 
 IgBtltftMttolirflli^ 
 B* o«w bM f^M ■• «M» «• mw 
 Aa* O «IM piBM li div •• «•» 
 0«UiliB»afpiyd,tek 
 
 II vmp^ MO mnd frM ana • 
 Aa* llfea Idiaarf*, H Wm a ohann 
 Aa* O tlM pM< li dMT to Mb 
 OiUilBaoBiy»lidi,*a. 
 
 O ran li ao aigr ahi ImiK 
 
 OwMllMalii 
 KladlevaliiaharoU 
 
 r«MatoB,I<wakM, 
 Toiw 
 Itwai 
 
 Tho Idad l0f« tteffe la bar ou 
 O Ibia h ae Mf ala iBido. *a 
 
 i^boaaKHiiiiliM. 
 
 d lM« bM bad aiy baart hilbnl 
 
 di9*i»<baiaHnr«MaMal, 
 
 O tbb b aa av ala ImK *a. 
 
 Atblrfaw pa wl d iliavl— t 
 na««MlabBBbtra'i 
 
 O tbit b ao aqr Ola ka^ *a. 
 
 MaM^OM^ 
 Uaartmpo 
 Hat wwi tbo aatdMag Idim a—te 
 Vbo klad law IbaM la bv •%. 
 O Ibl* b ae Bigr ala iMdo, dn. 
 
 Wbl^ {0 no nip plaiD. 
 
 tw. Bau.k\.J 
 
 O rats b ao mj plaid, 
 
 Myptekt.avplald| 
 Olbbbaosypbld, 
 
 Boaab tboi«b tbo ooloan bOb 
 
 Aa* O Iho fbid b dMT to a«. 
 OtMibBOBirplald,*a. 
 
 HoUawbhaair i i Un a u agNw 
 111 l«« bka la *• diV I db. 
 
 OthbbMavflM.*ab 
 
 W«l bappH la Iby «MM fbld. 
 Ttek pidd rtMll avo bo div •» aM. 
 O «bb «■ IfeM bo i^ fbM, 
 
 My»lald.avpbdi, 
 O tbb a« ibM bo av plild. 
 Aa* »Mb I ■«• ^ ovar ko. 
 
 Vbt laBif bfi ti)t Irocii. 
 
 (Taa aalbaraf tfdo aag b laar. 0Aa■1eaA8^ 
 «bo Mffvid br Mwal jwn la tbo ModllwnuMaa, 
 oa boofd B. M. tblp Dabr, wltb Cbpl. Cbubo 
 0«ay. aalbor or ** Laja aad t4rT«ei.~-Ab, •* Wat 
 |OwbaIaw> j M ii wa?"J 
 
 FaAa Cbbdoala^ «aHO abr, 
 
 Upoa Ibo roagb aa* naflaf aala, 
 I adl-d, aiariai, la mmm-^ymm. 
 
 At bal, 08 bavo, ooaM boaM i«ya. 
 Aa liBi yoatbAs* baaat did paa^ 
 
 Xhad aav daaBi hf tba Mb aM li 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 426 
 
 
 I heard sweet music's melting din, W The rich may sneer as they gae by. 
 
 
 
 And merry young folks' gigglin' glee ; 
 
 Or scornfully may pass us, 0; 
 
 
 
 Then kindly I was usher'd in. 
 
 Their better lot we'll ne'er envy. 
 
 
 
 As if they d met to welcome me. 
 
 But live and love the lasses, 1 
 
 
 
 A lassie there fu' featly danced. 
 
 Fair fa' the lasses, Sec. 
 
 
 
 And through the reel sae lichtly flew ; 
 
 
 
 
 In raptures she my soul entranced — 
 
 Why should we ever sigh for wealth ? 
 
 
 
 The lassie by the loch sae blue. 
 
 Sic thochts should never fash us, ; 
 A fig for pelf, when blest wi' health. 
 
 
 
 I saw, while gazing on her face. 
 
 Content, and bonnie lasses, 1 
 
 
 
 The rose an' lily close allied; 
 
 Fair fa' the lasses, &c. 
 
 
 
 And on ilk bloomin' cheek could trace. 
 
 
 
 
 The scented apple's sunny side. 
 
 The ancient bards, to shaw their skill. 
 
 
 
 Her lips were like the red-rose bud, 
 
 Placed Muses on Parnassus, 0, 
 
 
 
 Before the sun has sipp'd its dew; 
 
 But let them fable as they will, 
 
 
 
 Her bosom like the snawy clud 
 
 My muses are the lasses, ! 
 
 
 
 Reflected in the loch sae blue. 
 
 Fair fa' the lasses, &c. 
 
 
 
 Soon to her mither's house I went. 
 
 The toper cries, the joy o' wine 
 
 
 
 An' courted her wi' love sincere; 
 
 A' ither joy surpasses, ; 
 
 
 
 To marry me she ga'e consent. 
 
 But he ne'er kent the bliss divine. 
 
 
 
 When o' the navy I was clear. 
 
 That I ha'e wi' the lasses, J 
 
 
 
 That nane but she should be my wife. 
 
 Fair fa' the lasses, &c. 
 
 
 
 I pledged wi' her my written voo ; 
 
 
 
 
 Meanwhile, she left the shores o' Fife 
 
 When I am wi' the chosen few. 
 
 
 
 To dweU beside the loch sae blue. 
 
 The time fu' quickly passes, ; 
 But days are hours, and less, I trow. 
 
 
 
 It wasna lang ere I was free. 
 
 When I am wi' the lasses, 1 
 
 
 
 For peace to Europe soon return'd ; 
 
 Fair fa' the lasses, &c. 
 
 
 
 An' my dear destined bride to see. 
 
 
 
 
 Wi' fervent glow my bosom burn'd. 
 
 When joys abound, then let a round 
 
 
 
 I sought my native land— I found 
 
 Of overflowing glasses, 0, 
 
 
 
 My lassie to her pledge was true ; 
 
 Gae brisk about, and clean drunk out. 
 
 
 
 An' soon by Hymen's bands was bound 
 
 The toast be—" bonnie lasses," ! 
 
 
 
 To Bessie— by the loch sae blue. 
 
 Fair fa' the lasses, ! 
 Auld Scotland's bonnie lasses, O » 
 May dool and care still be his share. 
 
 
 
 §uk fa* tjie num^% 
 
 Wha winna toast the lasses, 1 
 
 
 
 [Captain Charles Gray, R.M.— Air, "Green 
 
 
 
 
 grow the rashes."] 
 
 #iiiiic uin %uuh. 
 
 
 
 Fair fa' the lasses, ! 
 
 
 
 
 Fair fa' the lasses, ! 
 
 [William Ferousson.— Here first printed.— 
 
 
 
 May dool and care still be his share. 
 
 Tune, " John Barleycorn." The two first lines 
 
 
 
 Wha doesna lo'e the lasses, : 
 
 of this chorus are from a song by Hew Ainslie in 
 his " Pilgrimage to the Land of Burns. 'J 
 
 
 
 Pale poverty and girnin' care. 
 
 
 
 
 How lang will ye harass us, ? 
 
 Hurrah, and hurrah. 
 
 
 
 Yet light's the load we ha'e to bear. 
 
 And hurrah, my merry men ! 
 
 
 
 If lessened by the lasses, ! 
 
 I wadna gi'e our ain land 
 
 
 
 Fair fa' tho lasses, &c. a 
 
 } For a' the lands 1 ken. 
 
 
 
 - ■ 1 
 
416 
 
 i^lvain 4 
 
 Aad ate Uw ■«mC Um-ML 
 
 And ItMt o* Mflittv M«OMt 
 
 Wl' tlati •> ge«d aod g 
 
 Tb«y rfi« •• kadi vten fltai^ 
 Mm VMMd hMwl* • kaa»— 
 
 And UmI b* Ikqr t ito k« 4Mr iriHk 
 W« foil tlMlr «wj Mat » 
 
 Hot bf Ik* MM wka •taMff Mr feOte 
 
 Aakll 
 
 t'v«««e'«a 
 
 Its (MM iBrfCM 
 
 A«4 majr tka aui 
 
 ^it ITtj^titt* ITtee. 
 
 (K. OMiMXT^Vlrat printed In tlM 
 - - - v,lilh,18«I.J 
 
 Ha-* 
 Amy 
 
 WCMt 
 
 WcfMMaVM 
 
 Ili bnHMkM ipMldlBf • 
 
 Tkat 
 
 TIM 
 
 AMrHytkaMi 
 
 Thij 
 
 f gmlite* gkw at Bka kMrt, 
 la*i«yfti'lHnlallte«iB, 
 
 BBIi»f cr ^tttfr tinjt Ktorrt. 
 
 •iiilMhrt M^" Md atlHr MP •*«« to lldi 
 
 Ika tMk «r •■Hiwlir, Vm, Md dbd at Ik* 
 mmmm «r Tia^Mlr Ml K n i ky . Iflt. ki ttt 
 
 M tkt dMtk «r tk* ■•«. 
 iMvktMffted. Mr.Vlari«w*ktodMl>M« 
 ■uw. Md MHk VMpMlid kjr an wko kMW kkB I 
 ) kt kad a iM iVfiaalattMi aT «kt baastfaa af mi« 
 
 Wa Ml kaonlk fka tryatfa' tna, 
 Th* boBBla d«v aald tf|allB* tiaa, 
 
 'V^haar Bany tt»ld to aartjr iMrtb, 
 HJa-tridar lala o* tof* to ma 4 
 
 ^v. to MM^ka jB Mkk id t— »i I bmii af paalg, 
 wUak an iMn vwlkf af parwali a»d. d«f4i« 
 tka aawa* aflha paUtaattoa ar ** Tka EdlabMgk 
 
 «klekaf«kBO»»kf «MritMitaf« af (VK Tk* 
 
 aktowUb.] 
 
 Wmbb Qaakr Hm awaH aMat Ika law 
 Doini bgr yaa maadj flaa, laaiK 
 
 My aettoga alaBda-tt akaO ba yaaMb 
 Ola ya vffl ba aqr ala, laflla. 
 

 
 " 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 4^*^ 
 
 I'll watch ye wi' a lover's care, sft Blythe springing frae our bare, rough rockg. 
 
 
 And wi' a lover's e'e, lassie ; 
 
 Or fountain's flowery brink: 
 
 
 I'll weary heaven wi' mony a prayer. 
 
 Where, fleet as wmd, in thirsty flocks. 
 
 
 And ilka prayer for thee, lassie. 
 
 The deer descend to drink. 
 The Scotch blue-bell, &c. 
 
 
 'Tis true I ha'e na mickle gear; 
 
 
 
 My stock it's unco snia', lassie ; 
 
 Sweet flower ! thou deck'st the sacred nook 
 
 
 Ifne fine-spun foreign claes I wear. 
 
 Beside love's trystin' tree; 
 
 
 if or servants tend my ca', lassie. 
 
 I see thee bend to kiss the brook. 
 That kindly kisseth thee. 
 
 
 But had 1 heir'd the British crown. 
 
 •Mang my love's locks ye're aften seen. 
 
 
 And thou o' low degree, lassie. 
 
 Blythe noddin' o'er her brow. 
 
 
 A rustic lad-I wad ha'e grown. 
 
 Meet marrows to her lovely een 
 
 
 Or shared that crown wi' thee, lassie. 
 
 0' deep endearin' blue ! 
 
 The Scotch blue-beU, &c. 
 
 
 Whenever absent frae thy sight. 
 
 
 
 Kae pleasure smiles on me, lassie ; 
 
 When e'enin's gowden curtains hing 
 
 
 I climb the mounUin's towering height. 
 
 Oer moor and mountain grey. 
 
 
 And cast a look to thee, lassie. 
 
 Methinks I hear the blue-bells ring 
 A dirge to deein* day; 
 
 
 I blame the blast blaws on thy cheek; 
 
 But when the light o' mcmin' wakes 
 
 
 The flower that decks thy hair, lassie. 
 
 The young dew-droucket flowers. 
 
 
 The gales that steal thy breath sae sweet. 
 
 I hear amid their merry peals 
 
 
 My love and envy share, lassie. 
 
 The mirth o' bridal hours ! 
 The Scotch blue-bell, &c. 
 
 
 If for a heart that glows for thee. 
 
 
 
 Thou wilt thy heart resign, lassie. 
 
 How oft wi' rapture have I strayed 
 
 
 Then come, my Nancy, come to me^ 
 
 The mountain's heather crest, 
 
 
 That glowing heart is mine, lassie. 
 
 There aft wi' thee ha'e 1 array'd 
 My Mary's maiden breast:— 
 
 
 Where Quair rins sweet amang the flowers. 
 
 Oft tremblin' mark'd amang thy bells 
 
 
 Down by yon woody glen, lassie. 
 
 Her bosom fa' an' rise. 
 
 
 My cottage stands— it shall be yours. 
 
 Like snav\7 cloud that sinks an' swells 
 
 
 Giu ye will be my ain, lassie. 
 
 The Scotch blue-beU, &c. 
 
 
 
 
 ! weel ye guess, when mornin* daws, 
 
 I seek the blue-bell grot ; 
 And weel ye guess, when e'enin' fa's, 
 
 
 m^ ftccptcj MlM^dL 
 
 Sae sweet, I leave it not,— 
 And when upon my tremblin' breast 
 Reclines my maiden fair. 
 
 
 [Alex. Maci-aoan.— Here first printed.] 
 
 Thou knowst full well that I am blest. 
 And free firae ilka care. 
 
 
 The Scotch blue-bell, the Scotch blue-bell. 
 
 The Scotch blue-bell, the Scotch blue-bell. 
 
 
 The dear blue-bell for me ! 
 
 The dear blue-bell for me ! 
 
 
 ! 1 wadna gi'e the Scotch blue-beU 
 
 ! I wadna gi'e the Scotch blue-bell 
 
 
 For a' the flowers I see. 
 
 For a' the flowers I see. 
 
 
 I lo'e thee weel, thou Scotch blue-bell. 
 
 
 
 Ihail thee, floweret fair; 
 
 
 
 TVTiether thou bloom'st in lanely dell. 
 
 
 
 Or waves mid mountain aii>— t 
 
 ^ 
 
 
 
418 
 
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 ▲i«wt. laas. oTparMti ta h 
 
 Mi4 «M apptMtleftl to Mr. 
 tfen«rui4 wtppit phy aafn 
 
 pMras. B|f Mr. LamadiB^ 
 
 work. -Tha AMna and clkv Ppiii,* wm 
 
 brooghlootfai Un. TMi iw tit ly — 
 
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 Baa atoaii la toart aa4 towart 
 MH ito kmoi aiM MMrtala tmi 
 
 ▲adtta 
 O^tha 
 
 that lava to ibay 
 
 Tsllipkkk 
 
 WM wadi Utiiiil. Utte«MiapriK«<Ma> 
 
 lavad to ««all aa ttevart, tlM gtaad, tto tefithlt 
 laaataia. R«d«ltlltttolanMi«tonortvny<4if 
 
 la Mlarttac ftaai Us woito aaj tMa« af a ptapfltr 
 tptaa - • 
 
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 "My 
 
 Waaa aMM oToM dai» 
 
 Bernjraarlywajn, 
 
 Tboa wilt roB, 
 
 ftikmlittim. 
 
 rVATia Taaaaa*— n 
 la " Tto Utebaffk Ltmary Oaartto.-) 
 
 A wAaiaaa «am* to aar tow 
 Tft aar tewn, Ih* rfM loaa I 
 
 ▲ai ha leok-d aaw plMk 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 4^9 
 
 
 His cloak of Moffat tartan i 
 
 i^ If lads wad but sing when they gang to woo. 
 
 
 Hung down beneath his garten, — 
 
 They'd come na aye hame wi' thoum i' theirmou'; 
 
 
 He cam' to spae my fortune;— 
 
 The chiel that wi" lasses wad be fu' thranp. 
 
 
 His name was Aikendrura. 
 
 Suld learn to lilt to them a canty sang. 
 A canty sang, &c. 
 
 
 His brow with time was wrinkled, 
 
 
 
 His hair with grey was sprinkled ; 
 
 When fools become quarrelsome ower their ale. 
 
 
 But, oh ! his een they twinkled 
 
 I'se gi'e ye a cure whilk never will fail,— 
 
 
 Whene'er they gazed on me. 
 
 When their tongues get short an' their arms get 
 
 
 Then to the seat he hied him. 
 
 lang. 
 
 
 My titty had supplied him,— 
 
 Aye drown the din wi' a canty sang ! 
 
 
 I sat me down beside him. 
 
 A canty sang, &c. 
 
 
 Beneath our holly tree. 
 
 I downa bide strife, though fond o' a spree. 
 
 
 He took my hand discreetly, 
 
 Your sair wordy bodies are no for me : 
 
 
 And looked right sedately. 
 
 A wee dribble punch, gif it just be Strang, 
 
 
 And scann'd it o'er ccmpletely. 
 
 Is a" my delight, an' a canty sang ! 
 
 
 With monie a haw and hum. 
 
 
 
 With transport then he seized it. 
 
 A canty sang, 0, a canty sang. 
 
 
 And to his lips he raised it. 
 
 Will naebody gi'e us a canty sang ? 
 
 
 And lovingly he squeezed it— 
 
 There's naething keeps nights frae turning ower 
 
 
 The gallant Aikendrum. 
 
 lang 
 Like a canty sang, like a canty sang. 
 
 
 He slippit aff hU grey beard, 
 
 
 
 His grey beard, his grey beard- 
 
 
 
 He doffed his cloak— his mask tearM, 
 
 
 
 And threw 't ayont the lum;— 
 
 
 
 Then sweetly he address'd me. 
 And to his bosom press'd me : 
 
 WLz'W go in ^2u m mmi^. 
 
 
 •Twas Jamie that caress'd me !— 
 
 
 
 It wasna Aikendrum! 
 
 [From the "Odd Volume— Second Series," by 
 the Misses Corbet.] 
 
 Oh ! blythly shines the bonnie sun 
 
 Upon the Isle of May, 
 And blythly comes the morning tide 
 
 
 fl tmX'^ im%. 
 
 Into St. Andrew's bay ; 
 Then up, gudeman— the breeze is fair; 
 And up my braw bairns three,— 
 
 
 [Robert Gilpii^lan.— Tune, " The Laird- 0' 
 
 There's goud in yonder bonnie boat 
 
 
 CkJckpen."] 
 
 That sails so well the sea ! 
 
 When haddocks leave the Firth of Forth, 
 
 
 A CANTT sang, 0, a canty sang. 
 
 And mussels leave the shore ; 
 
 
 Will naebody gi'e us a canty sang ? 
 
 When oysters climb up Berwick Law, 
 
 
 There's naething keeps nights frae turning owre 
 
 We'll go to sea no more, 
 
 
 lang 
 
 No more. 
 
 
 Like a canty sang, like a canty sang. 
 
 We'll go to sea no more. 
 
 
 If folk wad but sing when they're gaun to flyte. 
 
 I've seen the waves as blue as air. 
 
 
 Less envy ye'd see, less anger and spite ; 
 
 I've seen them green as grass ; 
 
 
 What saftens doun strife, and mak's love mair 
 
 But 1 never feared their heaving yet 
 
 
 Strang, 
 
 From Grangemouth to the Bass. 
 
 
 Like a canty sang, like a canty sang ? 
 
 I've seen the sea as black as pitch. 
 
 
 Like a canty sang, &c. ^ 
 
 i I've seen it white as snow ; 
 
 
 
499 
 
 Wail go •• ■« •• ■»•% 
 
 Up man, 
 
 Wm §• t» «k n» ana. 
 
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 HI* MM tlW MMB fer aif 4m« 
 My ««Ml 1^ Mf hMM. 
 
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 ▲a' ttea Imt twmt «w Miy ■ia«' 
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 llwtiMMBalUyktawt 
 
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 ttDaMk ■•««■•• ■■tHilu % IW R«v. & Laa. 
 MNMAM amra, M. ▲. ■•elor oT LHUa OiaiiH, 
 
 I aocnu vtdaa bat I cooM wiJi 
 A las «rr aaalr «* gawtf aoa Ian*, 
 Bat ao a Ibh la a* tha vala 
 I lona aa iMal aa tauia Aaik 
 
 ■ %i9aa 
 
 i«M|a«.fafeMf 
 ■i tkat^atat 
 
 Aa'a'iUafMilMrfi 
 la bara aatf bfia, la fe 
 
 Cyiliif ■■! kia t«a ill In ii', 
 ThM «kar, l^M Mka la haa, Hm fMi 
 Wa« ttnly ilM^ aa a waaaa aaa / 
 
 Bat t MM Mia. M aaiTi I aaiy. 
 
 Tka^ ato 1 IM^ fer ttet btytlw 4a7 
 Wkaa fa la Mi af taMii Aaa. 
 
 •it gi^lf»««*s am WK9 lU^. 
 
 
 
 1 •raa«i«aa*lairaiaba7aalMk, 
 
 WiHa I mi jaN M fvaat la via «rv 
 I hhl M la tka aaaaiT aak. 
 
 Ol^lH^aaai 
 
 Ok.lHraai 
 lla iaakll, lin, aai fawaV af paM^ 
 
 tfc«/Byaaii«laalilaaMl i^ iat » 
 
 lat tafeaa ka ti* aoiMi hama at a^n, 
 Ma^ ila a laMa* fata ay* «f hla^ 
 •Igb aai Mak aa tHat iHTa taa«. 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SOyGS. ^21 
 
 
 Though he's an unco body, sfe A lord may csvn baith rigs and gear, 
 
 
 
 Oh, he's a kindly body, 
 
 An' be in ermine clad, my jo ; 
 
 
 
 The wee drap niaut is a' his faub— 
 
 But mark his e'e for ae short year. 
 
 
 
 1 like a drap niysel' in toddy. 
 
 An' say if he's ne'er sad, my jo. 
 A leid light heart, &c 
 
 
 
 Twa score ah' ten has cool'd his bluid. 
 
 
 
 
 And whiles he needs a drap to warm him. 
 
 The truly blythe aroun' his hearth 
 
 
 
 But when he tak s 't to do him guid. 
 
 Will swear ambition's mad, my jo. 
 
 
 
 He whUes forgets, and tak's 't to harm him. 
 
 An' drown in rosy social mu-th, 
 
 Whate'er wad mak' him sad, my jo. 
 
 
 
 Though he's an unco body. 
 
 A leal light heart, &c 
 
 
 
 he's a takin' body. 
 
 
 
 
 Ilka year mak's him mair dear. 
 
 The lass we lo'e, the frien's we prixe. 
 
 
 
 Though it may niak' his cheek less ruddy. 
 
 When such are to be had, my jo; 
 Will lend to life the rainbow dyes. 
 
 
 
 When twa ha'e wrought, an' twa ha'e fought 
 
 That flee the heart that's sad, my jo. 
 
 
 
 For thretty year sae leal thegither. 
 
 A leal light heart, .Sec. 
 
 
 
 A faut or flaw is nought ava'. 
 
 
 
 
 They may weel gree wi' ane anither. 
 
 
 
 
 Though he's an unco body. 
 
 
 
 
 he's a loving body, 
 i'or a' that's gane he's aye my ain. 
 
 €) mmt fcuitl) mt. 
 
 
 
 An' I maun just his failing study. 
 
 
 
 
 
 [John Fin lay.- Here first printed. Tune, 
 "RoslinCasUe."] 
 
 
 
 W^t leal lig^t fteart 
 
 COME with me, for the queen of night 
 Is thron'd on high in her beauty bright: 
 
 
 
 [John Mitchell.— Here first printed.] 
 
 'Tis now the silent hour of even. 
 When all is still in earth an' heaven ; 
 
 
 
 A LEAL light heart's ne'er sad, my jo. 
 
 The cold flowers which the valleys strew 
 
 
 
 A leal light heart's ne'er sad, my jo; 
 
 Are sparkling bright wi' pearly dew. 
 
 
 
 The e'e we ken will tell the tale. 
 
 And hush'd is e'en the bee's saft hum. 
 
 
 
 Whene'er the heart is sad, my jo. 
 
 Then come with me, sweet Mary, come. 
 
 
 
 The miser to his heaps o' gold 
 
 The opening blue bell— Scotland's pride 
 
 
 
 Anither heap may add, my jo. 
 
 In heaven's pure azure deeply dyed; 
 
 
 
 But if the truth be fairly told. 
 
 The daisy meek frae the dewy dale. 
 
 
 
 We'll find his heart's aft sad, my jo. 
 
 
 
 
 A leal light heart, &c. 
 
 Wi' the lily frae the glassy lake. 
 
 Of these a fragrant wreath I'll make. 
 
 
 
 Content will keep the ban's aye free 
 
 And bind them mid' the looks that flow 
 
 
 
 Frae every thing that's bad, my jo. 
 
 In rich luxuriance from thy brow. 
 
 
 
 While in her bright and smUing e'e 
 
 
 
 
 We read her heart's ne'er sad, my jo. 
 
 ! love, without thee what were lUb, 
 
 
 
 A leal light heart, &c. 
 
 A bustling scene of care and strife ; 
 A waste, where no green flowery glade 
 
 
 
 Fale envy may affect to smile. 
 
 Is found, for shelter or for shade. 
 
 
 
 And seem Uke ane that's glad, my jo, 
 
 But cheer'd by thee, the griefs we share. 
 
 
 
 But in her breast she wears the while 
 
 We can with calm composure bear; 
 
 
 
 A heart that's aye been sad, my jo. 
 
 For the darkest nicht o' care and toil 
 
 
 
 A leal light heart, &c. \ 
 
 ^ Is bricht when blest by woman's smile. 
 
 
 
 
 
429 
 
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 Wl»ili«Mla*aa 
 
 laaaaMitib^ 
 
 A'< 
 
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 Vpk 
 
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 mtn i am fat atoaj. 
 
 riTAa irOaai^TBMw "Ok^aa! «* i 
 
 Wknlamlwaway, 
 Aailte«wiHwak*tk*a 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 423 
 
 
 
 This thought will cheer the minstrel's heart,— i 
 
 Forget though others may. 
 That thou wilt sing the song, sweet child. 
 
 When I am far away. 
 
 ^ Now we are met, my bonnie Beas, 
 We never mair will part; 
 Although to a' we seem as twa. 
 We only ha'e ae heart! 
 
 
 
 Unknown to wealth and fWendship too 
 
 Though oft the minstrel sings. 
 Give him his " fame," though smaU the due. 
 
 He'll laugh at crowns and kings, 
 Ev'n I— the thought is heaven to me— 
 
 Ev'n I my meed shall ha'e. 
 Since thou wilt sing the song, sweet child 1 
 
 When I am far away. 
 
 We'll be sae loving a' the nicht, 
 
 Sae happy a' the day. 
 That, though our bodies time may change. 
 
 Our love shall ne'er decay : 
 As gently as yon lovely stream 
 
 Declining years shall run. 
 An' life shall pass frae our auld clay 
 
 Ae snow melts 'ncatfa the mxa. 
 
 
 
 MiMU. 
 
 €mxUUh 
 
 
 
 [From " The Storm, and other Poems, by 
 Fkaaxm Bknnoch," London, 1841.] 
 
 [Fkancis Bbknoch.] 
 
 
 
 Oh mony a year has come an' gane. 
 
 An' mony a weary day. 
 Bin* frae my hame— my mountain hame— 
 
 I first was lured away, 
 To wander over unco lands. 
 
 Far, far ayont the sea ; 
 But no' to find a land like this. 
 
 The hame C Bess an' me ! 
 
 Ykstbb'kn, on Cample's bonnie flood. 
 
 The summer moon was shining; 
 ■While, on a bank in Crichope wood, 
 
 Two fond hearts were reclining: 
 They spak' o' youth an' hoary age, 
 
 0' time, how swiftly fleeting; 
 Of ilka thing, in sooth, but ane,— 
 
 The reason of their meeting ! 
 
 
 
 I've traversed mony a dreary land 
 
 Across the braid, braid sea ; 
 But, oh, my native Highland home. 
 
 My thochts were aye wi' thee ! 
 As constant as the sun did rise 
 
 And set ahint the sea, 
 Sae constant, Bessie, were my prayers 
 
 At morn an' nicht for thee ! 
 
 When WUUe thocht his heart was firm, 
 
 Ar.' micht declare its feeling, 
 A glance frae Bessie's starry een 
 
 Sent a' his senses reeling ; 
 For aye when he essay'd to speak. 
 
 An' she prepared to hear him. 
 The thochts in crimson dyed his cheek. 
 
 An' words would no' come near him I 
 
 
 
 When I return'd unto my hame. 
 The hills were clad wi' snow ; 
 
 My heart was in a glow : 
 Though keen the wintry north wind blew. 
 
 Like summer 'twas to me, 
 lor, Bess, my frame was warm'd wi' love. 
 
 For country, kindred, thee ! 
 
 But nature, gentle mither, came 
 
 In pity to assist him ; 
 She whisper'd what he ought to do— 
 
 •Twas her advice that bless'd him! 
 He flung his arm around her neck. 
 
 Nor did the maid resent it; 
 Syne kiss'd her ripe and rosy lip— 
 
 A deed he ne'er repented. 
 
 
 
 Kae flower eer hail'd wi' sweeter smiles 
 
 Returning sunny beams. 
 Than I did haU my native hame. 
 
 'Tis ever thus that love is taught 
 
 By his divinest teacher; 
 He silent adoration seeks, 
 jP But shuns the prosy preacbor. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
424 
 
 womBH sovoa 
 
 Hew mud OM rlfbt, y ftatte mam, 
 
 Vor dann aqr 1mh« beOeirt 
 Tb* dMpMt fH«r iBnt itai^ 
 
 tlTo I)(abel. 
 
 [FBAiiCMBia 
 
 ••3 
 
 Oh, wrv* I as I ••« imf Wm, 
 
 An' jrv M I* •!• Doir, 
 I'd (kinf J (k«ld jn tai nj M— , 
 
 ▲n' kto yoor bonalt btvwl 
 1M kki yoor brielit aad boaalt httm, 
 
 An' drink nfc fta^ jroar •>• I 
 Bat, ob, thto c»nna b*, kir aow 
 
 I'm nu' M 1 ha** bam I 
 
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 Tteft iTw Mb l» *• fMa I 
 
 A t wiin faar !•«• ib* f>{ 
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 AlaMwTbwIMi 
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 [WtiUAM MoraaawaiA.] 
 
 A Vrsaa ! a atoad «r aMtoktato «Ml» I 
 
 A swovd OT matal banw! 
 Al •!■ to aoM* Wavtoi b diaito- 
 
 Al *lw ea aarth it mraaa. 
 j Tb* aaitbyaea of tba war-bowa |wu ai% 
 
— 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 425 
 
 
 The clangour of the trumpet lowde— ^ 
 
 'Tis here, when all is past and gone. 
 
 
 
 Be soundes from heaven that come. 
 
 I'd like my grave to be ; 
 
 
 
 A nd, oh ! the thundering presse of knightes. 
 
 But mark'd by no sepulchral stone, 
 
 
 
 Whenas their war-cryes swelle. 
 
 Or weeping willow-tree. ^ 
 
 
 
 May tole from heaven an angel bright, 
 
 
 
 
 And rowse a fiend from hell. 
 
 For here in life my breast full gush'd 
 With joyous tides of glee ; 
 
 
 
 Then mounte ! then mounte, brave gallantii all. 
 
 And here in death, when all is huah'd. 
 
 
 
 And don your helmes amaine ; 
 
 My heart may throb to be. 
 
 
 
 Deathe'8 couriers, fame and honour, call 
 
 
 
 
 Us to the fielde againe. 
 
 
 
 
 No shrewish tears shall fill our eye 
 
 
 
 
 When the sworde-hilt's in our hand ; 
 Hearte-whole we'll parte, and no whit sighe 
 
 ®f)2 ^x^MW ^xn* 
 
 
 
 For the fayrest of the land. 
 
 
 
 
 Let piping swaine, and craven wight, 
 
 Bv WiT.LiAM Air Foster, formerly Of Cold- 
 
 
 
 Thus weepe and puling crye ; 
 
 stream, and afterwards of Glasgow.- Here first 
 
 i 
 
 
 Our buisnesse is like men to fighte. 
 
 printed, i 
 
 
 
 And like to heroeB, die • 
 
 Brume flowers on Coldstream braes. 
 The plantains fair on Corn 'el haughs 
 Ha'e on their summer claes. 
 
 
 
 #I|pof kftg Ixnto. 
 
 Tweed, rowin' in the gloamin light 
 That streams on haugh and lea. 
 Sheds beauty owre the landscape bright. 
 
 
 
 TThomas Bmail.— Here first printed. Myot 
 
 Around the trystin' tree. 
 
 
 
 hill, situated about two miles west of Denny, in 
 
 
 
 
 Stirlingshire, affords a varied and beautiful pros- 
 
 The merle likes the slae buss weel. 
 
 
 
 pect of the banks of " the dark-winding Carron, 
 
 Whar grows the berry blue. 
 
 
 
 still pleasing to see," the Ochill hills. Firth of 
 
 The muirfool likes the heather bell. 
 
 
 
 Forth, Arthur's Seat, Edinburgh and Glasgow 
 
 Whan draiket wi' the dew ; 
 
 
 
 Railway and Canal, &c.; and is much resorted to 
 
 And weel I lo'e the bonnie lad 
 
 
 
 by pedestrians.] 
 
 That couppit heart* wi' me, 
 Whan seated, on yon summer night, 
 
 
 
 Again on Myot's lofty brow. 
 
 Beneath the trystin* tree. 
 
 
 
 With bounding heart I stand. 
 
 
 
 
 Commanding many a lovely view 
 
 
 
 
 Of hill, and dale, and straud. 
 
 The sun sinks down serene, 
 Tiie lamb sports round the bleatin' ewo, 
 
 
 
 Here often In my youthful days 
 
 On bonnie Kennel green; 
 
 
 
 I ran with joyous glee ; 
 
 The mavis frae the auld kirk brae 
 
 
 
 But far I've wander'd since through life. 
 
 Pours out his nctes wi' glee. 
 
 
 
 On land, on lake, on sea. 
 
 And the laverock twits a merry lay 
 Aboon the trystin' tree. 
 
 
 
 My early friends who shar'd my joy. 
 
 
 
 
 Whose mirth resounded high, 
 
 Then wha wad hunt for warld's gear, 
 
 
 
 Where now are they ? In death's embrace. 
 
 Or sacrifice for gain ? 
 
 
 
 Within the grave, tliey lie. 
 
 The hame spot hearts aye haud sae dear 
 Whan far across the main. 
 
 
 
 Our youthful days '. when hopes were bright. 
 
 For lordly walth and a' its fyke. 
 
 
 
 And all appear'd serene i 
 
 I'm sure I wadna gi'e 
 
 
 
 Bow ill-exchang'd for other times 
 
 The kiss I gat frae him I like 
 
 
 
 Of life's rough chequer'd scene. 
 
 ^ Beneath tlie trystin' tree. 
 
 
 
 
 
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 wkMkliMltod ••»• BlgUMi «r «d B^iwii^ UaHk," wm mmfttmi i^ (\tmwnl M 
 
 In tlM fub «r oM Oad, «1lk llM iP* afaU Bona, 
 rroM tiM bntk-ao««^ BMaMiriM af aaaila «• aosat 
 
 BalawMMrtontavM. an* Ikiy ta«lM Mt tai v^M. 
 ■Mb li aar lava ar BkartTt Mr aasMiy. aa« aw !•«•, 
 Thai, Uha aar aaaMlon «r old, wan aluid la ftaa«aH% CBH 
 W«il teBMlr ifht, IOm lMva« teM. te IMMV aad avvlBM 
 ▲■i 4i^ tk» ffVMMk. whk all tlMir art, la aMw aar k«a. 
 
 VoflAntaaai aailoaM mr daana aaknaa. 
 
 ■Mkkaarlava^ftaw 
 
 ftiAlaavla««,*a. 
 a a MMB la *a a«w, «!« 
 
 Wa aoaa af Ik* maaalataa iianMaiaaB at larf^ 
 DMk Ika tea* afaar tm wttk aar ttaaiiriiV « 
 •iiAliaarla*a,«M. 
 
 la iMr Mafeaa taidir boaMid, Ifll «a dM a 
 Baft vtai aar flhqrmant tiMjr Mw at pndan, 
 TMr aowM* dU Ml. aad ilMV «Md ftr a inaa. 
 ■Bflhliaarl0va,*iu 
 
 la ev laate BMT llM A117 afkMlM la^ «a«^ 
 Maf aar aoaaalk b* «Hw, aad aar aaaHMaw !■«■«, 
 AadlafcellaliaaM illiiiiii m^mdk^mUd, 
 Aat aar MMdIi am pnaa lf«a, aad aar hMatlH pro** Idad. 
 TtaB wan difrad aar fltat^, aar aaaMqr. and oar la««, 
 ▲ad iMwh aar la*i partHttjr la Iflil la toida»^ aaaM I 
 Tbai UNy, MM ll i< i ■aiiii JH bald, tm to a w a t aad ajih wi 
 kaf di^ tiba fftaMlw vHk aB IMr aiH t» allv oar IMM. 
 

 
 
 
 
 tiCUTTIaiH SONGS. 427 
 
 w Then up Johnny rose, and to the door he goes. 
 
 
 
 1 And gently tirled at the pin, 
 
 
 ^Se 'Nbxu^ ^mm. 
 
 The lassie taking tent unto the door she went. 
 And she open'd and lat him in. 
 
 
 [Gibson.] 
 
 And are ye come at last ! and do I hold you fast! 
 And is my Johnny true ? 
 
 
 Thk narrow house, the winding sheet. 
 
 I have nae time to tell, but sae lang's I likemysel'. 
 
 
 Ilaud a' that e'er war dear to me ; 
 
 Sae lang salll like you. 
 
 
 My Mary, an' her baby sweet. 
 
 
 
 
 Flee up, flee up, my bonnie grey cock. 
 And cmw when it is day, 
 
 
 I laid them where the weary rest. 
 
 And your neck shall be like the bonnie beaten gold, 
 
 
 An' shortly 1 shall rest wi' them. 
 
 And your wings of the silver grey. 
 
 
 The hearts are cauld that lo'ed me test. 
 
 
 
 An' hame to me's a weary hame. 
 
 The cock proved false, and untrue he was. 
 For he crew an hour owre soon : 
 
 
 Hta: father frown'd, her mother flact. 
 
 The lassie thought it day when she sent her love 
 
 
 An' mony tears she shed her lane; 
 
 away, 
 
 
 But parent's frown or hapless fate, 
 
 And it was but a blink of the moon. 
 
 
 She'll never thole, nor mourn again. 
 
 
 
 Whate'er the warl' like to ca't. 
 
 
 
 Be't this or that, or sin or shame; 
 The fau't was love— if love's a feu't. 
 
 ^uM <BnlHtU2im Um. 
 
 
 Let love an' me bear a' the blame. 
 
 [William Air Fostkk,— Here first printed.] 
 
 
 
 W V heartfelt thoughts to you aie leal. 
 
 
 €) uto ^2 mg ^atim. 
 
 Gude folks o' Coldstream toon ! 
 My heart was sair to bid fareweel 
 To a' the neebours roun'. 
 
 
 [This is an old song, and the tune to which it 
 
 •Twas here my earliest breath was drawn ; 
 
 
 Is attached is also old and beautiful. The words. 
 
 And mony a happy day 
 
 
 however, can be traced no farther back than to 
 
 I spent wi' neebour callants then. 
 
 
 Herd's collection. In Cromek's " Remains of 
 
 Though I've been lang away. 
 
 
 Nithsdale and Galloway Song," a spurious version 
 
 
 
 of the song is given, evidently from the pen of 
 
 But since 1 left gude Coldstream toon. 
 
 
 Allan Cunningham.] 
 
 time has changed it sair; 
 The bairnie then upon the lap 
 
 
 SAW ye my father, or saw ye my mither. 
 
 Has grown a woman fair ; 
 
 
 Or saw ye my true love John ? 
 
 The young and comlie lads I left 
 
 
 I saw nae your father, I saw nae your mither. 
 
 Are now grown bauld and grey, 
 
 
 But I saw your true love John. 
 
 And auld folks scarce, that ance I kenn'd 
 Before 1 gaed away. 
 
 
 It's now ten at night, and the stars gi'e naeUght, 
 
 
 
 And the bells they ring ding dang. 
 
 There's something in gude Coldstream toon 
 
 
 He's met wi' some delay that causes him to stay. 
 
 That mak's my bosom beat, 
 
 
 But he will be here ere lang. 
 
 Wi' an instinct Uke the hunted hare 
 To gain its native seat- 
 
 
 The surly auld carle did naething but snarl. 
 
 To see Tweed's bonnie stream again. 
 
 
 And Johnny's face it grew red. 
 
 Ilk plantain, haugh, and brae. 
 
 
 Yet tho' he often sigh'd he ne'er a word replied, 
 
 That bore the chann o' auld langsjno 
 
 
 Till a' were asleep in bed. <• 
 
 J, Wheu ane was far away. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
428 
 
 
 jMk wiMM ilw Int «« 4m««. 
 
 ▲ad tgkt tkt iMttiM «««* 
 
 fle fon^ Ui%. 
 
 risk Mmtmm, WM • mM MM kH^v l> tt» 
 Hlllilii«ai FntSiaOiilib^iliiiMi^fa 
 
 Dm9 la katt-wmnc tMM tti fl^p ttM» 
 Wantac «%!» nd fivMB ni fi«ii llM. 
 
 WkB* tiM tltf «riM^ *• li 
 Parfc 1 1 n a i l ■! « ■■ < t iii liH i ■■. 
 
 VMthlng ooald ririrt my NuMy : 
 Bot 10 «• IMT. WM to l0f» Imt: 
 Lav* bat Iwr. aod low* fbr vvw. 
 Bad w nevtr lo«^ m» ldnd))r. 
 
 KawnM 
 Wakada 
 
 maa ba Ika J«9 and tnMMm, 
 
 ^f)* inHf S^innit M. 
 
 piaarinaKiai 
 
 Ha «aa aad wa ai y a* bi| I 
 lak.lMgrl JalMwialad. 
 Tana aa OM UadM !• ilMa 
 
 Itoakidbrii 
 
 I teokad by tka Afa ■» gfaaa, 
 I loakid awa Ika ipaaUa keaa^ 
 
 Aad afa 1 Ikaatfht ya «ad ha-a I 
 AaaaWaa 
 
 Oail.kiff Jafeaalalal. 
 TnaaaaBBldad^ya 
 
 OlB fa vaaa vaMI^ IV Mm «aad. 
 
 TWa I ««a aaMat If Ifta tlNra. 
 t ikaafht H aaa tka plaaa «a art. 
 
 iba ka aa aar^ aiy baaaia kada, 
 UawyaaiMataiaadfcrlMaab 
 
 W«^ aaa* t» ftalftoa alMw, 
 Aad aiab ClMiaia aa Mat yaamaa. 
 
 rWairrv by 
 »MatHafpaan»i 
 
 JalHMM'aMa 
 
 Ckaai thoa bnak hia kHUb* bMTt ^ 
 K»a ^Bla. titoa Adr BlMl 
 iria laaa tiv haaft daatai, 
 
 aaaddaaiaakt Ifialaaativhaaftdaal 
 
 Maia, I flarplty.kldatkaaffaalM 
 
 aodplHMNl ^ UadarMMdritfp^Uad 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 8C0TTISH SONGS. 429 
 
 Thee, dear maid, ha'e I offended ? 4 
 
 
 The offence is loving thee: 
 Canst thou wreck his peace for CTer, 
 
 m^i^t |aV I %zm. 
 
 
 Wha for thine wad gladly die? 
 
 
 
 "While the life beats in my bosom. 
 
 [TuNK, "Liggeram Cosh."— '"Ely the ha'e 1 
 
 
 Thou Shalt mix in ilka throe : 
 
 been on yon hill,' is one of the finest songs I ever 
 
 
 Turn again, thou lovely maiden. 
 
 made in my life ; and besides, it is composed on a 
 
 
 Ae sweet smile on me bestow. 
 
 youn§ lady positively the most beautiful, lovely, 
 woman in the world."— Burns. The lady in ques- 
 
 
 Not the bee upon the blossom. 
 
 tion was Miss Lesley BailUe, doubtless a very 
 
 
 In the pride of sunny noon; 
 
 pretty girl ; but the Poet was surely " in a creel" 
 
 
 Not the little sporting fairy. 
 
 when he pronounced this to be one of the finest 
 
 
 All beneath the simmer moonj 
 
 songs he ever made.] 
 
 
 Not the poet in the moment 
 
 
 
 Fancy lightens in his e'e. 
 
 Bi.YTHE ha'e I been on yon hill. 
 
 
 Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture. 
 
 As the lambs before me; 
 
 
 That tby presence gi'es to me. 
 
 Careless ilka thought and free. 
 As the breeze flew o'er me : 
 
 
 
 Now nae longer sport and play 
 Mirth or sang can please me. 
 
 
 Ef)e ^n^^ d m^ ^mit^. 
 
 Lesley is sae fair and coy. 
 Care and anguish seize me. 
 
 
 [John Mitchell.— Here first printed.] 
 
 Heavy, heavy, is the task. 
 Hopeless love declarim; : 
 
 
 Ah ! where are the days of my earliest youth. 
 
 Trembling, I dow nocht but glow'r, 
 
 
 When nature was sunshine, enjoyment, and truth? 
 
 Sighing, dumb, despairing ! 
 
 
 When the journey of life seem'd a pathway of 
 
 If she winna ease the thraws. 
 
 
 flowers. 
 
 In my bosom swelling ; 
 
 
 And hope wreath'd with roses my days and my 
 
 Underneath the grass-green sod. 
 
 
 hours. 
 
 Soon maun be my dwelling. 
 
 
 Ah ! where are the days of my youth ? 
 
 
 
 rhen friendship stood forth unsuspicious and free 
 
 
 
 As the wind when it sweeps o'er the fathomless sea. 
 From whose smile rose the joys that were sure to 
 
 WliHt mu a ^mu^ lu^^k* 
 
 
 impart 
 
 
 
 A gush of unmingled delight o'er the heart. 
 
 [Thkrb is an old song, the burthen of which is 
 
 
 Ah ! where are the days of my youth ? 
 
 the same as the opening of the present, — 
 " What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man?" 
 
 
 Then love lent her charms to enliven the grove. 
 
 From this Bukns took the hint, and furnished the 
 
 
 And breath'd the delights that exist but in love; 
 
 following expressive ditty for Johnson's Museum 
 
 
 The flowers that I turn'd in my chaplet were fair. 
 
 in 1790. The tune is very old.] 
 
 
 For time had not then stain 'd my forehead with 
 
 
 
 care. 
 
 What can a young lassie, what shall a young 
 
 
 Ah ! where are the days of my youth ? 
 
 lassie. 
 What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man ? 
 
 
 Ah ! youth in the vortex of passion's wild flow. 
 
 Bad luck to the pennie that tempted my minnic, 
 
 
 Reflect on the years that come laden with woe. 
 
 To sell her poor Jenny for siller and Ian' ! 
 
 
 And 'mid thy gay transports keep this in thine 
 
 
 
 eye, 
 
 He's always compleenin frae momin* to e'enin'. 
 
 
 The years are at hand when thou'lt sing with a 
 
 He hosts and he hirples the wearie day lang; 
 
 
 sigh, 
 
 He's doy'lt and he's dozin, his bluid it \i frozen. 
 
 
 Ah 1 where are the days of my youth ? { 
 
 r, 0, drearie'8 the night wi' a crazy auld man .' 
 
 
 ' 1 
 
430 
 
 HctaBMaad 
 
 I Mvtr au piMH Mm, do A' thai I CBB ; 
 H«^ pMvWl UMl JMkloiu of •* th« yoang Mlo«i% 
 
 O, dool oo tht dajr I met wl* ma aald ■■■! 
 
 M J mU anth Kaili «PM ow litei pity, 
 m te nqr Mrfweor to Ml0w bv piMi ; 
 in ARM Urn, and «Mk hto. aBlfl I hrnn- 
 tamkhta. 
 
 Jbome lobt to toxnu 
 
 [IHMrniT tgra Macxat. MMiatvBMry » 
 
 A Or 
 
 !•»•• 
 
 Bat ft dMMi tead IB • MOMMyi 
 Aad a IHb la Ik* voadB ftr aw 
 
 Wbn awrnhif bMavofWIhaai 
 Oh!aMrrQytath««ta, 
 
 To Mlair tiM Mi« to hii rilppay 
 Aad toihM* th» baaadN 
 •oaMlovato 
 
 TIM dMT «• Bank la Ik* ta 
 
 •kr. «a< !• to Ik* tatoft Mt^ 
 Aad fmk «r aw at MnOto, 
 
 tii^i,toald|>la% — > 
 
 Aad «kM Mm toaar awoa ^Mm* «^. 
 Oar «aa Ml kWd aad k«lk«y aMlr, 
 
 Wn |« aa gMM fer |«*i» ■• pair, 
 
 Laiil*.tb(N«kltoMyi7 
 
 For 1 ka% aoaikl to «Ar ja. 
 
 Vat aawd ftaa mla*, aa* pwd ftaa Ha. 
 
 Vor am i aoow e^ kit d^rrM» 
 
 liMlitklHB^|a> 
 
 kf ■.¥■!»■ 1 
 
 BT«M«iklar«to 
 
 Aad Ibrrifki foad ikMr, talk* «l 
 
 Ok i wiv tkeald a kaaMr la*? 
 Par wttk tiMdy aka al Ik* kaairfk 
 
 ▲ad ktoffti Ikai ftar aa ka» 
 T» tka darkHBt gkidt, bilk* tato 
 
 Ok! aMnrQr totk «• fa^Ba! k»! kaf kot 
 B i wi w low to roaa^ Jtot 
 
 EajHtie, toouIH se lo'r me. | 
 
 rif imte bj J. W. HoUrr.] 
 
 Oa, gbi I wOTt ft banal ktlr. 
 
 And eoaM I bcabl wf «MB0 yoar bair, 
 
 Aad anakB jra biaw at |o an Mr, 
 
 fill, ipoald yko^MUtf 
 
 Aad coaU 1 tok* f» to Um town, 
 Aad riaiiria braw tttbii naoay aaao, 
 Aad baik yi tea la tfkni fowa, 
 
 lanK weald !• la^t aM ' 
 
 aarikaClriS 
 
 Wkhk av *• «A ai^ If Mi awa baratid* 
 
 dkMViaaclflteka 
 Aad«artkai*Maad 
 
 rkilliprMti 
 
 My bail 1 1 111 liik teat 
 
 Tk« 
 OrH 
 II Ik* d«r kavaa ba cf toy bMrt^bailk 
 
 Tair - - - 
 
 IwOlrfiVaroara 
 
 Ulkakapiydaiaoryon. 
 teall bwai apea Ik* baow «r my boaalt LowhuMl 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 43 j 
 
 [Tnrs song is generally called "The Braes of Ballendine," because it h sung to the tune which 
 goes by that name. The tune is ascribed to Oswald, but though it appears in his Pocket Companion, 
 it has not the usual asterism affixed to his own compositions. The words are by Dr. Blacklock. 
 Ferdinando Tenducci, the celebrated Italian singer of Scottish songs, who tJiught music at Edinburgh 
 for many years during the latter half of the last century, used to sing this song publicly with great 
 effect. — The Braes of Ballendine are gentle elevations which rise from the Carse of Gowrie towards 
 the Sidkaw Hills.] 
 
 BKNKATn a green shade, a lovely young swain 
 
 Ae evening reclined to discover his pain ; 
 
 So sad, yet so sweetly, he warbled his woe. 
 
 The winds ceased to breathe, and the fountain to flow ; 
 
 Rude winds wi' compassion could hear him complain. 
 
 Yet Chloe, less gentle, was deaf to his strain. 
 
 How happy, he cried, my moments once flew. 
 Ere Chloe's bright charms first flash'd in my view ! 
 Those eyes then wi' pleasure the dawn could survey ; 
 Nor smiled the fair morninj,' mair cheerful than they. 
 Now scenes of distress please only my sight ; 
 I'm tortured in pleasure, and languish in light. 
 
 Through changes in vain relief I pursue. 
 
 All, all but conspire my griefs to renew; 
 
 From sunshine to zephyrs and shades we repair — 
 
 To sunshine we fly from too piercing an air; ' 
 
 But love's ardent fire burns always the same, 
 
 No winter can cool it, no summer inflame. 
 
 But see the pale moon, all clouded, retires ; 
 
 The breezes grow cool, not Strephon's desires 
 
 I fly from the dangers of tempest and wind. 
 
 Yet nourish the madness that preys on my mind. • 
 
 Ah, wretch ! how can life be worthy thy oare ? 
 
 To lengthen its moments, but lengthens despair. 
 
 [James Macdonald. — Here first printed.] 
 
 Yb bonnie woods o' castle Doune, ye knowes and fairy braes. 
 An' a' ye glens an' leafy glades — the haunt of happy days ; 
 The licht o' heaven disna shine sae sweetly on me now 
 As when I saw ye lang lang syne, amang the silver dew. 
 
 Ye summer winds that sang sae sweet alang the broomy hills. 
 Ye wee bit flowers that smiled sae glad beside the dancing rills, 
 Your sang an' smile they canna wile the wrinkles aff my brow. 
 For a' my greenerie o' life is brown an' faded now. 
 
43f flGOtnSH B0VQ8, 
 
 BM fH nv «% «Mi dlMlj M, aiiUd Mi glMMl^ kMT. 
 n» ihadow of a joyww dmmi^-«l w wi l i h w w «f « aoipg, 
 Aa* ik • Bowtr M oat7 Mmm« Um bovwB t/ PMMdlM 
 
 Aad iMtigr ti*, jt dtv «ropa Ik' mbmm hm mmmmm hammn 
 
 lM¥mytmmmnr»ammf»mmkm^l 
 
 Loom tkni tkt lowIrM €^ Utanr* feulite, 
 
 tMHoaoHfiWiitr 
 
 kraMtaialBlri 
 
 Af« fMMBM 0^ «Pr fOMb •» MMral^^ ••«• «•« »— 
 
 Lei o»tth<owi»»»»<ofMioH>oawtt 
 TlM MM ofa ftwMM «• iMl kMrt aai traa. 
 
 Kona'M tk«i «ko Haiy a^ pvo«4 tana aai Italy, 
 TlMr» taidi ly Ik «ko or Mi tataltai amr ^ 
 
 Vao «ait4or aw ikMta wl* fiaa«Mr M iMMi^ 
 iriaaldaiiillio Uti aaw aa ifca <ay * 
 
 Loe^tiMitfMMrtta? ikaioMaaMMipowtt, 
 
 Vao ihiHiwiilr oaa ■alio wT ao gawiy as air, 
 no lily oiaaa kMo a* lla kwatj. whoa BMT M, 
 
 TIM oyuHli« b baaBlr-«ka iMilli M nalr. 
 Tvao la Iko Ihtalla, II MV 1^ aallkw, 
 
 Wkalofar my ilattoa, wiMnfar 1 bo 
 Iti levo la aiy boaMi aa Ulikliat MM vMhtr. 
 
 AaM Saettaad-feala doittac, lH ta>i Mill dM^ 
 
 Bmo-* to Ok pOtar tfMl bMM bir tfw 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 433 
 
 [Thk first four lines of this fine pastoral lyric form part of an unfinished song by Lady Grizzle 
 Baillie, the authoress of the old touching ditty, " Were na my heart light I wad die," (see page 185). 
 The rest is by Thouas Frinolb, author of African Sketches, who died in 1834.] 
 
 O THB ewe-bughting's bonnie, baith e'ening and morn. 
 When our blythe shepherds play on the bog-reed and horn ; 
 While we're milking they're lilting sae jocund and clear. 
 But my heart's like to break when I think o' my dear ! 
 O the shepherds take pleasure to blow on the horn. 
 To raise up their fiocks i' the fresh simmer mom : 
 On the steep ferny banks they feed pleasant and free — 
 But alas ! my dear heart, all my sighing 's for thee ! 
 
 O the sheep-herding's lightsome amang the green braes 
 Where Cayle wimples clear 'neath the white-blossomed sJaes, 
 Where the wild-thyme and meadow-queen scent the saft gaie, 
 And the cushat croods luesomely down in the dale. 
 There the lintwhite and mavis sing sweet frae the thorn. 
 And blythe lilts the laverock aboon the green corn. 
 And a' things r^oice in the simmer's glad prime — 
 But my heart's wi* my love in the far foreign clime ! 
 
 O the hay-making's pleasant, in bright sunny Juno — « 
 
 The hay -time is cheery when hearts are in tune ; 
 
 But while others are joking and laughing sae free. 
 
 There 's a pang at my heart and a tear i' my e'e. 
 
 At e'en i' the gloaming, adown by the bum, 
 
 S'u' dowie, and wae, aft I daunder and mourn; 
 
 Amang the lang broom I sit greeting alane. 
 
 And sigh for my dear and the days that are gane. 
 
 O the days o' our youtheid were heartsome and gay. 
 When we herded thegither by sweet Gaitshaw brae. 
 When we plaited the rushes and pu'd the witch-bells 
 By the Cayle's ferny howms and on Hounam's green fells. 
 But young Sandy bood gang to the wars wi' the laird. 
 To win honour and gowd— (gif his life it be spared!) 
 Ah ! little care I for wealth, favour, or fame, 
 Gin I had my dear shepherd but safely at hame ! 
 
 Then round our wee cot though gruff winter sould roar. 
 And poortith glowr in like a wo)f at the door ; 
 Though our toom purse had barely twa boddles to clink. 
 And a barley-meal scone were the best on our bink , 
 Yet, he wi' his hirsel, and I wi' my wheel. 
 Through the howe o' the year we wad fen unco weel ; 
 Till the lintwhite, and laverock, and lambs bleating Cain, 
 Brought back the blythe time o' ewe-bughting again. 
 2ii 
 
434 
 
 lolifls SatifK. 
 
 
 (TtoM Mat BoBin wmit la keooar af kb 
 Mult iMMHlt. Ml« DavtM. ItappMtf* la Joka. 
 ■aaii Mii »n i,«riaiMiawa m iwO » a taaa 
 oattod "Mtai Hair.- *'TIm« «ka iMBMabar 
 
 *« wkkb, la tto y«r im. Oval 
 aolbavafticpiitaa * tkt daialBf la«riy DbvIm' 
 «r tlM Irftai or BanN. Bir aitfiM Biat was 
 Dtboiak, sad *• wai Iha faai^Ml «MgMv of 
 Dr. OaviM aTTnkf la PubHiimji iMm b i t awa 
 kwaad Um BUMi off Frian Ctew tfHM ««a 
 ttta of Mood «r Mnirf4P. Mi hw MmI 
 
 orilMaolil«lHBlly«rK4 
 wai lapvtorlo tkat «r aMil foaag ladto «r kw 
 Matloa «r nfci *• «M naily ^waMi aad 
 vlttjri iMreoBipaajrwasaMikaaartBtIa Vllha- 
 
 la poCia aaaipMHIoa* Hw wut laaa la I 
 
 ««l8Hat« kw la UN a^i ar VMk w aaa arika 
 ■riaktlara. U «w *• dMMay af Mta 
 
 !• la kv dattiat gkMwai 
 tkaaMilaai 
 
 
 r MMa 9aar*n Mnaadvt 
 
 f aaaipUkli <a kir ty iftaMMikiy ki kfr 
 panalti, aad bjr arrtUas aHva la kw» aaflkid kiv 
 
 I mmttj «r •aftt^aatepff 
 
 alwliklli I 
 I aad aa imn^ aad avat Mt la 
 • «r aflballo»— la dfaep aad ^ai 
 Ha parWiad la battk ar bf a tmlfa dkaaia, 
 B aftvlka death aftka |aaa« lady af whan 
 "J 
 
 O aaar Aan I. aaAMi'. tt7 
 Tha pofftii oaeapatioa ? 
 
 Vut taaaia* paaan* la kiyyy knan^ 
 
 That wkl^ bMptiatloa, 
 ETta thajr laaaa data aa tflbtt mmir 
 
 Or thftj niiaaiaa, la aq[« 
 Thaokamaariaartj 
 
 I ««d hi airia aMf tite M»*B. 
 
 Tka dMd loa da<iiw hn«v li I 
 111 dfap tka In*, aad aial», adal 
 
 Tha akanaa ar laaMy Davtaa. 
 
 C* OaaaaMB," i>a Hw, -aa f Mttia Mot. 
 IkaikaiwIa t.l iii lj Paalafc'^ Aii»da d laaiaaa 
 aUk tka MM iMa. gtaaa If OawaM.] 
 
 Lovaly «aa tfelac. vvfft Ikaa I 
 [ wad ««ar tkaa la av haaa«. 
 
 la tiMt haaala iMa 0^ tkhMt 
 AadaifkaarlHaH a adi 
 
 WU, aaf paaa, aad lata, aad baaaly 
 
 T» adaaa tkaa b a>7 daly. 
 Oaddaa •* tkia aoal «> arfaa ! 
 
 I Baaalawaalhlat.aaaalawaalklaf. 
 
 Lo«al7 waa tktac. wart tkaaadaa, 
 I twadwaartkaalamykOMa, 
 
 {^ Iaaiav)«^lCbaaMlkMb 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. • 435 
 
 # %z2it m2 m tit OTeE. 
 
 [James Macdonai.d. — Here first printed. The beautiful mountain Btream of the Endrick rises 
 among the hills south-west of Stirling, and passing in a rapid course by the villages of Fintry, Balfron, 
 Killearn, and Drymen, it flows into Lochlomond, a few miles west from Buchanan House, the roman- 
 tic seat of the Duke of Montrose. ] 
 
 O LKEZK me on the glen that Summer makes her Eden ha'. 
 And bigs her fairy bower in the depths o' the greenwood shaw ; 
 The glen where the winds play their saftest, sweetest summer tune, 
 Amang the heatber bells and the green waving woods o' June. 
 •Tis the glen of my boyhood, the cradle o' my happy days, 
 Still fondly my heart longs to roam o'er its broomy braes. 
 And listen to the sang o' the lintie on its whinny bed. 
 And wipe awa' the tear, for love and warm friendship fled. 
 
 Though torn frae thy lap where I first drank the balmy air. 
 Thy picture hangs untouched mid the canker o' writhing caro 5 
 Thy grey rugged cliffs and thy lowne lily-dappled dells. 
 Thy pale primrose banks, thy pure gurgling mountain wells. 
 Thy haughs spread wi' daisies, thy honey-scented meadow land, 
 Thy green velvet holmes and thy auld hoary woods so grand, 
 Aft drift through my dreams, all wrapt in their azure hue. 
 Like scenes o' the Happy Isles sparkling wi' hinoy dew. 
 
 O can I e'er forget the glory o' thy dawning mom. 
 When the pearly tears o' night fa' in beads frae the aged thorn : 
 And the milky mists creep back to their bed in the mossy muirs. 
 And heaven's bliss comes down wi' the draps o' the crystal showers; 
 When Joy's trumpet sounds through the valleys o' the ringing woods. 
 And Echo singeth back wi' the voice o' the water-floods — 
 While frae bank and frae brae a clear gush o' music flies. 
 With the incense of earth, away to the ruby skies. 
 
 Can the warld brag o' aught like the pride o' thy gouden noon. 
 
 When the revelry of morn is lulled to a solenm croon. 
 
 And the flocks cease to bleat on the brow o' the benty knowe. 
 
 While the linns o' the Endrick shine bright in a silver lowe ; 
 
 As the bride on her bridal day walks forth in her gay attire, 
 
 Her heart fu' o' joy and her e'e glancing maiden fire; 
 
 So the valley calmly basks in the beauty o' its flowery dress. 
 
 While the winds hover o'er, gently fanning its loveliness. 
 
 But dearer far to me the mirk o' thy gloamin' hour. 
 When the curlew's eery cry echoes far frae its fenny bower; 
 And the throstle's e'ening hymn, wi' the souch o' the water fh'. 
 Now rises and now sinks, now like death calmly glides awa' — 
 When the flowers shut their een and the winds in the woods are etUi, 
 And the wee lamniies sleep in tiie howe o* the dewj- hill ; 
 Then the weary soul o' man, like the bird to its cozy nest, 
 Floats on fancy's wings *iiiang the clouds o' the purple west. 
 
I nnn Mm Is -^ — "'" " - ' - 
 
 Id JiiyiM •!• tlM flow o- tlijr lav* la ny wawj mmL 
 ftevwiO, tkM. nqr gtoa, «to Im« •* wy kfifktMt «»■ 
 My iMHt, lite tlM MrlikM «Mr. ruii ftr t^ ««w ft 
 At tkli M* iMv 9^ lift I «MU Maty aamt iMk ^ik 
 
 V^ ilb«iitainf er*)( Sf at(. 
 
 [fi«M«T Wiimi, » ■■— U > iw T|ii« . Ban priaM fcr tk« Sm Umm.] 
 
 I wuT yoa, <f yoar M B rt iy, > dhw ii» l iH l ii r — »«, 
 1<M BM loA kMk •■« Mt tkt HM> tkM I » «Mriy l0v» I 
 X am M( «M tai !«■•. y«t Mill wh^tfm t dkammi «• itm, 
 n* MnafiM kapalM «r aty teart «MM cfvr MakN wttk kan» 
 TH— wriiwHfc»HiM«rfcaawa tfww, >y a — tter» >m», 
 la thaaaf lafcacy aad yiiifc, Iwr i»>t ■ppwm wmt 
 AD tkal 1 prtM aa aaftk k mtm aiy aiMat ilslit Mlaa, 
 Aad gtaa aa4 k«a*. aad BMrtea4 fnqr, !•■ wItoMi aafvr aaail 
 
 My MlMT flm MnaM le aw dw cBilt «r«ar kli«) 
 
 VpM yM Mat i«ld» *• dMT iH fMa la aM Mi •vwd, 
 
 WNk clMffi to dm« II aaly *v aar JaM aad rlflNirf iMi. 
 
 Aad 1 wnmmmUt a»lw I iMt, ■■IHiiJi t aad aiMM, 
 
 AaMM a aartd I a««w laMd-Hif I yaaiw k Hm MMM, 
 
 At fiMdi a«y aMtfMT. taadlat iMf , tor aM did kvfMi iMpMiai 
 
 Moaa, Mat aad IM* M d«r to aM-fB Mt ikM aavw Mi«t 
 
 Toa hawttera tovM bMM* tka kwa. 1 aa«w ihtf fti9Ml 
 Ah i th«« aqr dHT dcpartod bmM aad I to faHwa MMt 
 Wlti nl ii MpliB i li i ii w l i f tliii >r otter* aialt 
 Bow gtow^ aar tewta vHtli ayaifalliy wtodi aoa* battoMR ftal! 
 
 Wblli tealH, anaatota. iMk aad glHi wMli aiarttol aMilt laag, 
 
 W« paitod Iten-AwB ter natoaM aiyMir I wBdIr total 
 
 Oar tepM WHa «ala«— I MBM asMa, tat ftaad ter aww MHal 
 
 O I Ihaak yaa fcr yaar fMCteHto-Hwar May «M Briaato Mtt : 
 
 fteto It a leat aad sabt trot aa yaadw rWat kU t 
 
 t marii H, aad ite i%M lavtoM MaotlHM MMic aad dM^- 
 
 TteM, hmly laid. My laraato to «M dHt tofHter ilMpb 
 
 Aad mart I to a kuid altf ftaai ten* aad kladiad te r 
 
 FMfMd It. iMavvaf aad tev My ptayM^-*tli tetMr aaw to dlil 
 
 My llnta fTow telat— I ftla«aaMrHl-HQyiy«iaiadarteatiw«fto»l 
 
 Mawflatimy to MHi ana tobhi l M lfc, M W ii i ,fcr MMa iMaf 
 

 
 
 
 r 
 
 
 
 BCOTTISH SONGS, 43 j 
 
 
 ^ Strike up the tabor's boldest notea. 
 
 
 
 ^Hte d <M2xtttn* 
 
 We'll rouse the nodding grove ; 
 The nested birds shall raise their throats. 
 And hail the maid I love: 
 
 
 
 [" Kate of Aberdeen," says Burns, " is, I be- 
 
 And see the matin lark mistakes. 
 
 
 
 lieve, the work of poor Cunningham the player; 
 
 He quits the tufted green ; 
 
 
 
 of whom the following anecdote, though told 
 
 Fond bird ! 'tis not the morning breaks— 
 
 
 
 
 ■Tls Kate of Aberdeen. 
 
 
 
 church coming past Cunningham one Sunday, as 
 
 
 
 
 the poor poet was busy plying a fishing-rod in some 
 
 Now lightsome o'er the level mead. 
 
 
 
 stream near Durham, his native county, his reve- 
 
 Where midnight fairies rove. 
 
 
 
 rence reprimanded Cunningham very severely for 
 
 Like them the jocund dance we'll lead. 
 
 
 
 such an occupation on such a day. The poor 
 
 Or tune the reed to love : 
 
 
 
 poet, with that inoffensive gentleness of manners 
 
 For see the rosy May draws nigh. 
 
 
 
 which was his peculiar characteristic, replied. 
 
 She claims a virgin queen ; 
 
 
 
 that he hop. d God and his reverence would for- 
 
 And hark, the happy shepherd's cry. 
 
 
 
 give his seeming profanity of that sacred day, 'as 
 
 'Tis Kate of Aberdeen. 
 
 
 
 he had no dinner to eat, but what lay at the bot- 
 
 
 
 
 tom of that pool !' This, Mr. Woods, the player. 
 
 
 
 
 who knew Cunningham well, and esteemed him 
 
 
 
 
 much, assured me was true." John Cunningham 
 
 
 
 
 was a descendant of the Cunninghams of Enter- 
 
 
 
 
 kine in Ayrshire, and was born in Dublin (not 
 Durham, as Bums has it,) in 1729. His father 
 
 M$t of ntthun* 
 
 
 
 was an extensive wine-merchant in the Irish 
 
 
 
 
 capital, but early in life, he abandoned the paren- 
 
 [Written by Alexander Rodger. Music by 
 
 
 
 tal roof, and took to the stage. He was long a 
 
 M. Wilson.] 
 
 
 
 performer in the Edinburgh Theatre, under the 
 
 
 
 
 
 How brightly beams the bonnie moon 
 
 
 
 engaged at the theatre in Newcastle, where he 
 
 Frae out the azure sky. 
 
 
 
 died in the year 1773. He was the author of 
 
 While ilka little star aboon 
 
 
 
 various poetical pieces, and of a drama called 
 
 Seems sparkling bright wi' joy. 
 
 
 
 " Love in a mist." His " Kate of Aberdeen" ap- 
 
 How calm the eve ! how blest the hour" 
 
 
 
 pears in the " London Songster," 1767, and was 
 
 How soft the sylvan scene ! 
 
 
 
 set to music by Jonathan Battishill. It was for 
 
 How fit to meet thee, lovely flower! 
 
 
 
 several seasons popular at Vauxhall Gardens.] 
 
 Sweet Bet of Aberdeen. 
 
 
 
 Thb silver moon's enamour'd beam 
 
 Now let us wander through the broom. 
 
 
 
 Steals sofUy through the night. 
 
 And o'er the flowery lea ; 
 
 
 
 To wanton with the winding stream. 
 
 While simmer wafts her rich perfume 
 
 
 
 And kiss reflected light. 
 
 Frae yonder hawthorn tree. 
 
 
 
 To beds of state go, balmy sleep. 
 
 There on yon mossy bank we'll rest. 
 
 
 
 ('Tis where you've seldom been,) 
 
 Where we've sae aften been. 
 
 
 
 May's vigils while the shepherds keep 
 
 Clasp'd to each other's throbbing breast. 
 
 
 
 With Kate of Aberdeen. 
 
 Sweet Bet of Aberdeen. 
 
 
 
 Upon the green the virgins wait. 
 
 How sweet to view that face so meek. 
 
 
 
 In rosy chaplets gay. 
 
 That dark expressive eye ; 
 
 
 
 Till morn unbar her golden gate. 
 
 To kiss that lovely blushing cheek. 
 
 
 
 And give the promised May. 
 
 Those lips of coral dye; 
 
 
 
 Methinks I hear the maids declare. 
 
 But oh ! to hear thy seraph strains. 
 
 
 
 The promised May, when seen. 
 
 Thy maiden sighs between. 
 
 
 
 Not half so fragrant or so fair 
 
 Makes rapture thrill through all my veins. 
 
 
 
 As Kate of Aberdeen. - { 
 
 ^ Sweet Bet of Aberdeen. 
 
 
 
 
las 
 
 Oh ! what to «• to wMltk ermak ? 
 
 Or whM ia pomp or pow«r^ 
 Mom d«r tbii f«l««c M^f feBBk, 
 
 Thk hli iwmia Iwri 
 I'd* 
 
 Vor« 
 
 Zii ^fUrinrt. 
 
 SOOmSB tOHOU 
 
 Forfmo,! 
 
 TobImm 
 
 ■ii«t 
 
 >fMrti|« 
 
 »• MMMk lM«« MB0|Mm «M««S 
 
 AHi#ocitothMi,« 
 
 Ti>« 
 
 O.a 
 
 O. bM4 kto MMli wMk *lMHlp*% 
 
 Aa4 Wirfl Mm kMM to Mt. 
 O iMfo MM aair tfM taMli gin. 
 
 l«««mllMiteg 
 AM iigk^ M« iMin ariMvi ' 
 
 Vlll«hlwliUW«« 
 
 • ■MBAlrnjrkiwlto 
 
 tJoHJfLmAma 
 
 WkM wMdi ototk K Am AMI to « 
 WMtealtoya 
 
 Kmiif Etttrie. 
 
 r**TtaH t«»f«M."fli|« Mr. _ 
 tanw **«Mik w« to • «||flt voMi 
 
 • oTFiMwatldto. 
 
 tariktolTn. B«at«MlliMlMMthoiltMlto« 
 «r kMii fwiHMr to tlw 1M» af BMrioMh at 
 
 (kakototoyntdto 
 
 r Mr loktot Uv«t, iM iMvwi of 
 
 lH oBto I ■ of FtokM, if«« Atoto. o— 
 
 MastPritoa. Igr Ml «aM4 wift. Ww 
 tororiMirflorMtoto^ AoMrBotort 
 Mb 
 
 « toBpOMi AkMl tkO OM 
 
 My toB4« 
 Iky A Mr. 
 
 k arikoliglBHlBf offik* 
 
 n « ll M to MipOM,lM«iMlobtoto 
 
 •«- • w|lb> A» «M MtorrM to Mr. 
 .J 
 
 Wk«« ovtF ftk^ Um 4«w ( 
 WIif« no Bad Aaalo LmvIo 
 
 Mait ap tlw lawailw tr— | 
 Mad* ap tW pvnalM trao^ 
 
 AadaovtofcqolalDIs 
 Aad ftr koaato Aaato Laartt 
 
 IV l«f ■• ««B aad «•. 
 
 Ana'toplMWlhM^v 
 
 f • B«aaMy*aodtoWMipa»l 
 
6C0TIISH SONGS. 
 
 439 
 
 Her waist jre weel micht span, 
 And she has a rolling eye ; 
 
 And for bonnie Annie Laurie 
 I'll lay me down and die. 
 
 MODERN VERSION. 
 
 Maxwelton braes are bonnie, 
 
 Where early la's the dew, 
 And it's the^e that Annie Laurie 
 
 Gied me her promise true; 
 Gied me her promise true, 
 
 Which ne'er forgot will be ; 
 And for bonnie Annie Laurie 
 
 I'd lay me down and dee. 
 
 Her brow is like the snaw-drift, 
 
 Her throat is like the swan. 
 Her face it is the fairest 
 
 That e'er the sun shone on; 
 That e'er the sun shone on. 
 
 And dark blue is her e'e ; 
 And for bonnie Annie Laurie 
 
 I'd lay me down and dee. 
 
 Like dew on the gowan lying, 
 
 Is the fa' o' her fairy feet , 
 And like winds in summer sighing, 
 
 Her voice is low and sweet. 
 Her voice is low and sweet, 
 
 And she is a' the world to ine; 
 A nd for bonnie Annie Laurie 
 
 I'd lay me down and dee. 
 
 Wi^ ^v tit mu^. 
 
 [From a collection of " Ancient Ballads and 
 Songs, by Thomas Lyle," London, 1827.J 
 
 Weixomk, my Johnnie, beardless an' bonnie, 
 Ye're my conceit, though I'm courted by mony; 
 Come to the spence, my ain merry ploughman. 
 Make it your name, ye'U be baith het an' fu', man; 
 Baith het an' fu', man, baith het an' fu', man. 
 Make it your hame, ye'U be baith het an* fu'. 
 
 Gin ye be ten tie, ye shall ha'e plenty. 
 Year after year, I ha'e dotted a renty. 
 Byres fu' o' horse an' kye, barns fu' o' grain, 
 
 man, 
 Bukes fu' o' notes, an' a farm C your ain, man. 
 
 At market or fair, man, ye may be there, man. 
 Buying or selling, wi' plenty to ware, man, 
 Bress'd like a laird, in the bravest an' warmest, 
 On a gade beast, you'll ride up wi' the foremost. 
 
 Taupie young lassies, keeking in glasses. 
 Wasting their siller on trinkets an' dresses. 
 Think wi' yoursel', Johnnie, tak' wha ye n)ay do. 
 Ye may do waur than draw up wi' the widow. 
 Up wi' the widow, up wi' the widow. 
 Ye may do waur than draw up wi* the widow. 
 
 [Air, " Aiken Drum." — The original charter of 
 Prestwick is now lost, but is referred to in the re- 
 newed gi-ant by James VI. of Scotland. Bruce 
 having at first been unsuccessful, after passing some 
 time in exile, re-appeared in Arran, and crossing 
 the Firth, landed on Prestwick shore, where the 
 inhabitants joined his standard in considerable 
 force ; for which service, the king was pleased to 
 erect their town into a barony, with a jurisdiction 
 extending from the Water of Ajt to the Water of 
 Irvine.] 
 
 At gloamin grey, the close o' day. 
 
 When saftly sinks the village hum. 
 Nor far nor near ought meets the ear. 
 
 But aiblins Prestwick drum. 
 Nae bluidy battle it betides. 
 Nor sack, nor siege, nor ought besides, 
 Twa gude sheep-skins, wi' oaken sides. 
 An' leather lugs aroun'. 
 
 In days C yore, when to our shoi-e. 
 For aid the gallant Bruce did come. 
 
 His lieges leal did tak' the fiel'. 
 An' march to Prestwick drum. 
 
 Gude service aften is forgot, 
 
 An' favour won by crafty plot. 
 
 An' sic, alas! has been the lot 
 O' Prestwick's ancient drum. 
 
440 
 
 •oorrisu wvMi 
 
 IMM «r ^ BOUto ISiri*. iRk* • MB. ') 
 
 JeeKnTi t^tn tb* partlBg kfa*. 
 
 Owir tiM iDOQoutM b« i* ffftat i 
 Aod wUh hlni ii •' IB7 Mte; 
 
 8p«rt nqr lovt, |« wteda tiMt Maw, 
 
 PiMlqr dKti, Md kMtli« nia ! 
 
 Hpart any lof*. Uki« kstbHy iMw, 
 
 Wh^a flb* iteftai of tvtal^ cmp 
 •X 
 
 n* win thlak M iMT In lofH. 
 
 I 
 For. 
 
 rk««iilMti«««, 
 
 '■*>»*•» TmsHtit TtMtf. aflwuiiwi 
 
 ir««ip»prr^MM« am f rti^i ii ) 
 
 Tub <■ >»!■ M m lilwli^ 
 
 Vkaisii •hvra »• lhki«i to «Bk 
 
 Daith Um f««fk wBrii ■■• toot 
 TVw g i i llM toaldna* to baka, 
 
 Tktot ttafll rit aa* Ikirn «■ to* 
 
 ll'M«f«rthtl|l««t'- 
 
 tatefwitteaAanl 
 Va I tiM JaadB ai« laa* o 
 
 OlaMaidtotoffrttbto. 
 
 Ba^atovniMtftotwl, 
 
 Ola y« tok tlMto to Mp p. 
 JiMt iMar baa yamt mmkti 
 
 Aa'b o M b w p awl 
 ThtprMaatbtolHiLa 
 inatHb'toM*. 
 
 BatbMtyaawM 
 
 Tin lb* tawplMfsl awa, 
 
 1W iMrida batt aa* hwr- 
 Aa* ha« baltalM «ba giwt 
 
 Wail M fto tlHy<n toy IW*! 
 
 Kf If and %•!»• 
 
 fWauAji ouBaB^_f>MW "Tka Barfacatoto- 
 fla-'^^Mr. Ctaaak (bani I74ft <la« ISU.) vaa 
 teaaajriaanalHilagbaabaritarla Mlabaffb. 
 Ha «aa Barara paMMMT tbaatt aad Iba laadar 
 wm lad la tba paara wtobi a»Bia lattan addna- 
 aad to Mto I alto a paan ar wblab ba la iba aab- 
 iaal,aallad«W1llla^a«>a*.* Ha »aa aaibar aT 
 a aattaaltoa ar aM^ aad riMriMa. aaOad *< Bdla- 
 bam ruMto naaaa." aftilaaVy latotod la Otil, 
 aal NprtBMd aflto bii dtotb. hil8l&] 
 
 Wtfte bap aad i«». van Imp BMl row, 
 Wart bap Bad raw tba Ibatfa at) 
 
 II b a wto Ml waary tbtef t 
 X dawna Mda Iba fiaalla el. 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 441 
 
 
 And we pat on the wee bit pan, i 
 
 ^ A charming gfrl I chanced to meet 
 
 
 
 To boil the lick o* meatie o't; 
 
 Just in the middle of my care. 
 
 
 
 A cinder fell and spoil'd the plan. 
 
 And kindly she did me invite 
 
 
 
 And burnt a' the feetie o't. 
 
 Her father's humble cot to share. 
 
 
 
 Fu' sair it grat, the puir wee brat, 
 
 Her hair was like the gowd sae fine. 
 
 
 
 And aye it kick'd the feetie (.'t, 
 
 Her teeth were like the ivory. 
 
 
 
 Till, puir wee elf, it tired itself, 
 
 Her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine. 
 
 
 
 And then began the sleepie o't. 
 
 The lass that made the bed to me. 
 
 
 
 The skirling brat nae parritch gat. 
 
 Her bosom was the drifted snaw, 
 
 
 
 When it gaed to the sleepie o't; 
 
 i Her limbs like marble fair to see ; 
 
 
 
 Its waesome true, instead o' 'ts mou'. 
 
 A fairer form nane ever saw. 
 
 
 
 They're round about the feetie o't. 
 
 Than her's that made the bed to me. 
 
 She made the bed baith lang and braid, 
 
 Wi' twa white hands she spread it down. 
 She bade " Gude nicht," and, smiling, said. 
 
 
 
 ^eep f^t tmvitx^. 
 
 " I hope ye'll sleep baith saft and soun'." 
 Upon the morrow when I raise, 
 
 
 
 [Tins fragment is from Herd's collection, 177C. 
 
 I thank'd her for her courtesie ; 
 
 
 
 The tune is a well-known reel tune.] 
 
 A blush cam' o'er the comely face 
 0' her that made the bed to me. 
 
 
 
 Keep the country, bonnie lassie. 
 
 
 
 
 Keep the country, keep the country; 
 
 I clasp'd her waist, and kiss'd her syne ; 
 
 
 
 Keep the country, bonnie lassie; 
 
 The tear stude twinkling in her e'e : 
 
 
 
 Lads will a' gi'e gowd for ye : 
 
 dearest maid, gin ye'll be mine. 
 
 
 
 Gowd for ye, bonnie lassie. 
 
 Ye aye sail make the bed to me. 
 
 
 
 Gowd for ye, gowd for ye : 
 
 
 
 
 Keep the country, bonnie lassie; 
 
 
 
 
 Lads will a' gi'e gowd for ye. 
 
 
 i 
 
 
 
 '^foasi nu ^n hmnk Mm c'e. 
 
 1 
 
 
 ^5^ Um tfjat ma^e tje Ith. 
 
 [Written by Burns for Thomson's collection, 
 to the tune of " Laddie, lie near me."J 
 
 
 
 [" The bonnie lass that made the bed to me" 
 
 'TwAs na her bonnie blue e'e was my ruin ; 
 
 
 
 is the name of an old song, here inadmissable. 
 
 Fair though she be, that was ne'er my undoin': 
 
 
 
 said to have been composed on a love adventure 
 
 •Twas the dear smile when naebody did mind us, 
 
 
 
 of Charles the Second, when in Scotland in 1650- 
 
 'Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o' 
 
 
 
 51. The heroine was a daughter of the laird of 
 
 kindness. 
 
 
 
 Port Lethem, in Aberdeenshire. Burns took up 
 
 
 
 
 the theme, and wrote a version of the song. 
 
 Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me. 
 
 
 
 which was subject almost to as strong objections. 
 
 Sair do I fear that despair maun abide me ; 
 
 
 
 on the point of delicacy, as the original. He 
 
 But though fell fortune should fate us to sever. 
 
 
 
 afterwards pruned his first sketch as follows:] 
 
 Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever. 
 
 
 
 When winter's wind was blawing cauld. 
 
 Mary, I'm thine wi' a passion sincerest. 
 
 
 
 As to the north I bent my way. 
 
 And thou hast plighted me love o' the deafest I 
 
 
 
 The mirksome nicht did me enfauld. 
 
 And thou'rt the angel that never can alter. 
 
 
 j 
 
 I kenn'd na where to lodge till day. i 
 
 ■;■ Sooner the sun in his motion shall falter. 
 
 
 
 
449 foornflii k>iig«. 
 
 (Tim «M IMP 
 
 lihwif tylrit Mtfq— riM 
 •oqrsriiliaeutnr. H« wt ><ni ■» FilBtaiffc la 
 1791, aad «tod At Puto la UB.— ** la pvoaTar liM 
 aatfqalljr af at ImM ilM air to wMik Ikk «aff b 
 I Mr. Batart CH—Im^ ** asA «r Mi 
 
 •rMihraMl»aa«lwi 
 
 iliww. ■HtBva«iM»l»k*aBMNa«rBn«lMi«, 
 
 wba, iMWh^ wiMilMii tfcltlMr, aae 
 
 ftwalMraa<wiM<,> n aw H|H iHli t i»IHa 
 
 llBlUlllli I 
 
 m ktammm la tW 
 •oaatiy «M •wwlHdIr «r awk HTrtn to kkat 
 aa ■iiaalMp «IMi kt toaM aaw !»«• «aHr>d. 
 tel aal DMfcwrti SmIi UmmtA tyir to a poafi 
 i|».M4kMalMMM«r 
 
 lib TlwtaalilMilf, tilt 
 JtoBiiiiifciiiMtli ■illii,lia 
 i<fliiiiaa,lmwlliiito 
 attaip MBddrialar *a«p ftaai Iki feaadattoai «r 
 Bolkwril GMto (LMMuMrfnl to «M bttok «rtlM 
 Qf^ akick k Ikm a rffw af aakto kradik. 
 ~~ t iHaMii at tk> dklaaw <f itial ilgkl m 
 ^OIi^aw,Mkaftnaila— ir 
 IteMiflkalii^, 
 
 Bal, ak. ttaa SMk^ aiy Wm« ii' «ir • 
 Ftar a* taMlk Ikr kaiti tot mva 
 M J iBfa aai 1 tM4 rit at a^ I 
 
 Wldte nk «i u Miaa4 H ililii.artit 
 Wr Mat Mb, la aiy iMto ki tft. 
 
 Ok, 
 
 Dat, ak. tkH a«k^ BV kaft Ik* ailr." 
 
 9f9to 0wrt t])ij( lone balf • 
 
 (Taa tot ttaata af tkk iHg aat 
 ikt Haa. Aaaaaw Ka«ai*a, a f 
 
 IBMlarKaOib'Tkta 
 
 
 wQiyk^tktliartlaiHrftki waMwtotagailtK 
 
 ItialktpropcnjrarLavA Daafhtt fciailai, k»* 
 itMl, part ar tkt aatly wmltd pwk akitk av^ 
 w aa to kk tofdikiy* wat oT Uut kaaa * } 
 
 abtaatkarafTtora t il m iir— <"« k to p lw. 
 Iliiai Biitoiaalatii nkk fcka la a Irttor to 
 
 **Mr.B 
 Tairii 
 Mr. BMk 
 
 laliiliii lirirfthta 
 ilbaa4 «ifaal to ti 
 
 Tta a^krti^akri anf la t-ffl mrtrir — Mt 
 OMNtoa ar WW a^ tfMtotoi flMt^totokag, 
 
 Tkt aaaa^ laOaw ktkt fW Ow ata lakt brfai^ 
 laf, 
 
 Ak t a«» tkt toi iVal Maff7 rftapt to kto toaik» 
 Aftod» k to H iay i i,thttyakpa»aHkwii il a fc 
 
 ▲ad tkifiMatoaf tki «ak art a/^mkadaarM afHk 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 445 
 
 How sweet this lone vale, all the beauties of nature, 
 
 111 varied features are here to be seen, 
 The lowly spread bush, and oaks' tow'ring stature. 
 
 Is mantled in foliage of gay lovely green. 
 Ah ! here is the spot, O how sad recollection. 
 
 It is the retreat of my Mary no more, [tion. 
 How kind, how sincere was this dear maid's affec- 
 
 Till memory cease, I the loss must deplore- 
 How sweet this lone vale to a heart full of sorrow. 
 
 The wail of distress I unheeded can pour. 
 My bosom o'ercharg'd may be lighter to-morrow. 
 
 By shedding a flood in yon thick-twisted bower. 
 O Mary ! in silence thou calmly reposes. 
 
 The bustle of life gives no trouble to thee. 
 Bemoaning my Mary, life only discloses 
 . A wilderness vacant of pleasure to me. 
 
 [This fine natural song, which is united to au 
 air equally beautiful and simple, has been ascribed 
 to Lady Anne Barnard, the authoress of " Auld 
 Robin Gray," but it is of older tlate than her life. 
 Mr. Peter Buchan, formerly of Peterhead, subse- 
 quently of Glasgow, says that it was written by a 
 school-master at Rathen, in Aberdeenshire, of the 
 nameof GEORGKHAi.KKTjWhodiedin 1756. Halket 
 was a great Jacobite, and wrote various pieces in 
 support of his party : one of the best known of 
 these is the song called " Whirry, "Whigs, awa', 
 man." The Logic mentioned in the song is situ- 
 ated In Crimond, a parish adjoining the one where 
 Halket resided, and the hero of the piece, was a 
 James Robertson, gardener at the place of Logie. 
 The original Ballad, according to Mr. Buchan, 
 commences thus : 
 
 O woB to Kinmundy, Kinmundy the laird, 
 Wha's tane awa Jamie, that delved i' the yard, 
 Wha play'd on the pipe, an' the viol sae sma', 
 Kinmundy's ta'en Jamie, the flower o' them a.'] 
 
 O LoGiB o' Buchan, O Logie the laird. 
 They h«'e ta'en awa* Jamie, that delved in the yard, 
 Wha play'd on the pipe, and the viol sae sma* , 
 They ha'e ta'en awa" Jamie, the flower o'them a*. 
 
 He said, Think na lang lassie, tho' I gang awa'; 
 
 He said. Think na lang lassie, tho' I gang awa'; 
 
 For simmer is coming, cauld winter's awa', 
 
 AuU I'll come and see thee in spite o' them a*. { 
 
 Tho' Sandy has ousan, has gear, and has kye ; 
 A house and a hadden, and siller forbye : 
 Yet I'd tak' mine ain lad, vvi' his staff m his hanil, 
 Before I'd ha'e him, wi' the houses and land. 
 He said. Think nae lang, Sic. 
 
 My daddie looks sulky, my minnie looks sour. 
 They frown upon Jamie because he is poor : 
 Tho' I lo'e them as weel as a daughter should do. 
 They're nae hauf sae dear to me, Jamie, as you. 
 He said. Think nae lang, &c. 
 
 I sit on my creepie, 1 spin at my wheel. 
 And think on the laddie that lo'ed me sae weel ; 
 He had but ae saxpence, he brak it in twa. 
 And gi'ed me the hauf o't when he gade awa'. 
 Then haste ye back, Jamie, and bide na awa'. 
 Then haste ye back, Jamie, and bide na awa'. 
 The simmer is coming, cauld winter's awa'. 
 And ye'U come and see me in spite o' them a'. 
 
 [This ii an old song, although it cannot be 
 traced farther back than to Herd's collection. 
 The tune goes by the same name as the song, and 
 is given in the filth volimie of Johnson's Museum.] 
 
 In Scotland there lived a humble beggar. 
 He had neither house, nor hald, nor harae. 
 
 But he was weel liked by ilka bodie. 
 
 And they ga'e him simkets to nuc his wame. 
 
 A nivefu' of meal, a handfu* of groats, 
 A dadd of bannock, or herring brie, 
 
 Cauld parradge, or the lickings of plates. 
 
 Wad mak- him as blythe as a beggar could be. 
 
 This beggar he was a humble beggar. 
 
 The feint a bit of pride had he. 
 He wad a ta'en his a'ms in a bikker, 
 
 Fiae gentleman, or poor bodie. 
 
 His wallets ahint and afore did hang. 
 In as good order as wallets could be: 
 
 And a lang kail-gooly hang down by his side. 
 And a meikle nowt-horn to rout on had he. 
 
 It happen'd ill, it happen'd warse. 
 
 It happen'd sae that he did die ; 
 And wha do you think was at his late-wak*, 
 
 But lads and lasses of a high degrea 
 
144 
 
 Ani 
 BrtwiilMlyr 
 
 Upkttal.n4ml 
 
 tfMT pliV^ •» Bta4 lUrrtti 
 
 
 
 ■ toliViter«MyM, 
 
 Aai wlwa tiMy ««••■«• to pM kte r fl 
 In Ml tlM MM. ^04 M« tep IM. 
 
 I« ovtod, I'm «aM. I'M SM* cmM I 
 Fa- tal nw tW awk. Mi4 Ai* tal OHi k 
 
 ▲•4 k* Mpatf to 4vtak ys ate Afgliw 
 
 [WttMAM KWtoT.] 
 
 ftmtafkwwkN 
 AadpniirfinilBM 
 
 Aii4«««Wi'tfltartk»« 
 
 TAMwafrii^ 
 
 
 Aa« tiM valM tlMt cmM atato « 
 
 ^Kars «{ll. 
 
 TWk«nl*llMyOay 
 WiM «1H totow MM kHM«f 
 
 r«-iik» 
 
 la 
 
 f «Mi 11 ka« aa toM aif kto, 
 
 Tala«k«ak«Mfarf*i 
 
 Far ikat pat aw la ito a Mato, 
 
 Tkal pMM ar aMit «aMM fM, 
 
 MaTtoMtla'llafTOUL 
 
 ▲a* Ml av la a pn^r pMi% 
 
 Aa'«tii,a)rarMpMI^ 
 Vb iMak Man Mnr I te4 MM, 
 
 WaaM ^aa« aft Maij «■> 
 
 ai MtoadMag laad abaal taj ki 
 Tteft mO* H aJI aa' MOl 1 
 
 Baiiltoh^ikpllaiyOllt 
 
 MM itfto a laMw la av kvMl, 
 
 IkwftaalMirto^airili 
 I WtohM akoat, aa* oaaU mna^ 
 
 TtefaftfeMMaiyOtfL 
 
1 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 445 
 
 
 
 But a' the road I stoitcr'd hame, - 
 
 Ill-fated youth ! no parent nigh 
 
 
 
 
 An' three times clean gaeil wil' 
 
 To catch thy fleeting breath. 
 
 
 
 
 The miller's maid got a' the blame. 
 
 No bride to fix thy swimming eye. 
 
 
 
 
 Yet 1 kept siehan aye the name 
 
 Or smooth the face of death. 
 
 
 
 
 0' bonnie Mary Gill. 
 
 Far distant from the mournful scene. 
 
 
 
 
 But a' the nicht, nae wink I got. 
 
 Thy parents sit at ease ; 
 
 
 
 
 Butpechtan' gran'd my fill; 
 
 Thy Lydia rifles all the plain. 
 
 
 
 
 An' felt my noddle a' afloat. 
 
 And all the spring to please. 
 
 
 
 
 ^n* ilka ither thing forgot 
 
 Ill-fated youth ! by fault of friend. 
 
 
 
 
 Exceptin' Mary Gill. 
 
 Not force of foe deprcss'd. 
 Thou fall'st, alas ! thyself, thy kind. 
 
 
 
 
 I canna say I'll nae gang back 
 
 Thy country, unredress'd. 
 
 
 
 
 Nor can I say I will ; 
 
 
 
 
 
 But my puir heart is on the rack. 
 
 
 
 
 
 While a' the niebours hae their crack 
 
 
 
 
 
 0' me an' Mary Gill. 
 
 [Thomas Campbell.] 
 The last, the fatal hour is come. 
 
 
 
 
 ^itiCi?pl50E m^ %^Ub. 
 
 Tiiat bears my love from me : 
 I hear the dead note of the drum, 
 I mark the gallows tree ! 
 
 
 
 
 [Tune, " The Gordon's ha'e the guiding o't."— 
 
 
 
 
 
 " The following account of this song," says Bums, 
 
 The bell has toll'd ; it shakes my heart; 
 
 
 
 
 " I had from Pr. Blacklock. The Strephon and 
 
 The trumpet speaks thy name j 
 
 
 
 
 Lydia mentioned in the song were perhaps the 
 
 And must my Gilderoy depart 
 
 
 
 
 loveliest couple of their time. The gentleman was 
 
 To bear a death of shame ? 
 
 
 
 
 commonly known by the name of Beau Gibson. 
 
 
 
 
 
 The lady was the ' Gentle Jean' celebrated some- 
 
 No bosom trembles for thy doom. 
 
 
 
 
 where in Mr. Hamilton of Bangour's poems. 
 
 No mourner wipes a tear ; 
 
 
 
 
 Having frequently met at public places, they 
 
 The gallows' foot is all thy tomb. 
 
 
 
 
 had formed a rwiprocal attachment, which their 
 
 The sledge is all thy bier. 
 
 
 
 
 friends thought dangerous, as their resources 
 
 
 
 
 
 were by no means adequate to their tastes and 
 
 Oh, Gilderoy ! bethought we then 
 
 
 
 
 habits of life. To elude the bad consequences of 
 
 So soon, so sad to part. 
 
 
 
 
 such a connection, Strephon was sent abroad with 
 
 When first in Roslin's lovely glen 
 
 
 
 
 a commission, and perished in Admiral Vernon's 
 
 You triumph'd o'er my heart i> 
 
 
 
 
 expedition to Carthagena, (in 1740). The author 
 
 
 
 
 
 of this song was William Wallace, Esq. of 
 
 Your locks they glitter'd to the sheen. 
 
 
 i 
 
 
 Caimhill, in Ayrshire."— William Wallace was 
 
 Your hunter-garb was trim. 
 
 
 
 
 admitted a member of the faculty of advocates in 
 
 And graceful was the ribbon green 
 
 
 
 
 1734, and was married to a daughter of Archibald 
 
 That bound your manly limb ! 
 
 
 
 
 Campbell of Succoth in 1750, and died at Glasgow 
 
 
 
 
 
 in 1763. There was another advocate of the same 
 
 Ah ! little thought I to deplore 
 
 • 
 
 
 
 name, who flourished somewhat later in the cen- 
 
 Those limbs in fetters bound ; 
 
 
 
 
 tury, and who became professor of Universal His- 
 
 Or hear upon the scaffold floor, 
 
 
 
 
 tory in the University of Edinburgh.] 
 
 The midnight-hammer sound ! 
 
 
 
 
 All lovely, on the sultry beach. 
 
 Ye cruel, cruel, that combin'd 
 
 
 
 
 Expiring Strephon lay; 
 
 The guiltless to pursue ; 
 
 
 
 
 No hand the cordial draught to reach. 
 
 My Gilderoy was ever kind, 
 
 
 
 
 Nor cheer the gloomy way. i 
 
 ^ He could not iiyure you ! 
 
 
 
 
 
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446 
 
 Aloiw«liMiltat« 
 
 ■oomsH flovoA 
 
 TmIUm 
 
 Aadk 
 
 ▲1m! hi 
 
 kUqr 
 
 Tbra vUl I Mtk tte anvT aoni 
 That wTBpa tlijr mowhUrtag «taf , 
 
 And w«tp Md Uugtr oti tk* groaad, 
 Aad rigli nqr bnrt »w«jr. 
 
 94mftU'# Sf fs Vreeto. 
 
 (Tn air MlM ** JdHMkfk Om7 Braakr* li oM 
 iftiwiDtliamWte «iMWlMl»IMfl«rflM»> 
 
 tarj. 1» li flhw hi OtmMI mUmIIm, ttm, 
 Mk ■ii n i M a g » tht wi g l — l w»y . to »» ! ; ihw, 
 
 ^tm^v^ *^ . • w n Mid alw to •■■■■■ ihMy UM hillv ngpHHl to ks 
 
 oRto (anmk tt)at clottlt. gdoMiTO«i«MMMife BHM«iii.-Thoi«h 
 
 * ^ B Hl^ ^ ^ < y^ r gwy i H lia n <r totot • Hiu i iI Ji 
 
 [HAMnt«i«rBMig(Mr.-Thblap«bl«h«d to air.ftlttMNliawaO-tomni toMtathcMfthoT 
 M ChMonto*. 17», fttaptod to th* oM g Iivtond, «BBid * Tha W«B*v aad hli ttaMto. O,* 
 "BiJtonvta.'n B wMih, I hH i gh —g MMh Hl liif . bataty aoto 
 
 B Iht vvffT tMM.* Th*aMaM«AaD««r**J«ha. 
 WnTtou^tlMitito^apMttftovw. B ■*>^ 0*n Bmkr* Is, haf««««, mmH oltor thaa 
 
 " Th* W«vw and hii flMttto, O." Md tfto toltw 
 w9 \\ — i» Ih iiifcii hatw to ii aaad Iha air ham tha 
 
 Or« 
 
 Aad 
 WhI 
 
 AadUatf 
 fbTMah 
 
 DmrtUk 
 
 Thy km 
 
 That aeidd n iM«BM ab«t Ihf tem. 
 
 Thjr bMB^ vRBaM Miha toiga aMsiil 
 
 OrifldwUpiBtoBiUtty 
 
 Thyh 
 
 Thy virtaa «ril adghl glf« tha IK 
 
 Vot oaU «h]r toatt^ ta Ito aU. 
 
 Fto>T«raim 
 WtthaOhv^ 
 ▲adPaOMwl 
 
 ahMdtoh^llhyiHi^ 
 lanalaMa^ 
 
 Orw 
 Tbtf 
 With OapMH bow and PaUar dktoU ? 
 
 irthaatothaaaadh 
 iMnotawiatahto 
 Oat maO»» aad iMn 
 ■Dai wa aMMk ito «• H Itoflfa. 
 
 lifl*X 
 
 itlNa. 
 
 ** ir«w aafltoc ipHaf agate agVMwa 
 WHh d Iha haaatlM «r hv ttata. 
 Lata ma afhir afvHal hMia. 
 
 I waa balth hdthi aad bamla, O > 
 Tht todi to'M ma halth Itf aad ttmr. 
 
 Bat I lo^id aaaa batiohsato, Ot 
 Ba gato^d av toart la twa thiaa ««aka 
 
 Ha ipahi M biytha aad ktodly, O t 
 ▲ad I wamU htaa aaw grqr l a ai ta . 
 
 That dttad hha OMrt Aariy. O. 
 

 SCOTTISH SONGS. 447 
 
 His dimpled chin and rosy cheeks, ^ In vain to me the cowslips blaw ; 
 
 And face sae fair and ruddy, O ; 
 
 In vain to me the vi'lets spring; 
 
 And then a-days his grey breeks 
 
 In vain to me, in glen or shaw. 
 
 Were neither auld nor duddy, 0. 
 
 The mavis and the lintwhite sing. 
 
 But now they are threadbare worn, 
 
 The merry ploughboy cheers his team ; 
 
 They're wider than they wont to be; 
 
 Wi' joy the tentie seedman stauks; 
 
 They're tash'd-like and sair torn. 
 
 But life to me's a weary dream, 
 
 And clouted upon ilka knee. 
 
 A dream of ane that never wauku. 
 
 But gin I had a simmer's day. 
 
 
 As I ha'e had right monie, 0, 
 
 The wanton coot the water skims ; 
 
 I'd make a web 0' new grey, 
 
 Amang the reeds the ducklings cry : 
 
 To be breeks to my Johnnie, O. 
 
 The stately swan majestic swims ; 
 
 
 And every thing is blest but I. 
 
 For he's weel wordy o' them. 
 
 
 And better, gin I had to gi'e. 
 
 The shepherd steeks his faulding slapg. 
 
 And I'll tak' pains upo' them. 
 
 And o'er the moorland whistles shrill j 
 
 Frae faults I'll strive to keep them free. 
 
 Wi' wild, unequal, wandering step. 
 
 To cleid him weel shall be my care. 
 
 1 meet him on the dewy hiU. 
 
 To please him a' my study, ! 
 
 
 But he maun wear the auld pair 
 
 And when the lark, 'tween light and dark. 
 
 A wee, though they be duddy, 0. 
 
 Blythe waukens by the daisy's side. 
 
 
 And mounts and sings on fluttering wings. 
 
 For when the lad was in his prime. 
 
 A woe-worn ghaist, I hameward glide. 
 
 Like him there warna monie, 0. 
 
 
 He ca'd me aye his bonnie thing, 
 
 Come, winter, with thine angry howl. 
 
 Sae wha wadna lo'e Johnnie, ? 
 
 And raging bend the naked tree ; 
 
 0, 1 lo'e Johnnie's grey breeks. 
 
 Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul. 
 
 For a' the care they've gi'en me yet. 
 
 When nature all is sad like me. 
 
 And gin we live another year. 
 
 And maun I still on Menie doat. 
 
 We'll mak' them hale between us yet. 
 
 And bear the scorn that's in her e'e ? 
 
 
 For it's jet-jet black, and it's like a hawk. 
 
 
 And winna let a belle be. 
 
 ^mu. 
 
 
 [Written by Burns, to the tune of " John- 
 
 
 nie's Grey Breeks." The chorus was the compo- 
 
 
 sition of a gentleman in Edinburgh, a friend of 
 
 imatil^H. 
 
 the poet's. It has been generally condemned as 
 
 an absurd chorus— and certainly is not v^ry appro- 
 
 
 |)riate to the song— but still we think it is a good 
 
 [Written by Alexander Wilson of Paisley, 
 
 natural verse for all that. " Menie" is the abbre- 
 
 the great American Ornithologist.] 
 
 viation of the name " Mariamne."] 
 
 
 
 Yb dark rugged rocks, that recline o'er the deep. 
 
 Again rejoicing nature sees 
 
 Ye breezes that sigh o'er the main, 
 
 Her robe assume its vernal hues ; 
 
 Here shelter me under your cliffs, while I weep. 
 
 Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, 
 
 And cease, while ye hear me complain. 
 
 All freshly steep'd in morning dews. 
 
 
 And maun I stiil on Menie doat. 
 
 For distant, alas: fi-om my dear native shores. 
 
 And bear the scorn that's in her e'e ? 
 
 And for from each friend now I be; 
 
 For it's jet-jet black, and it's like a hawk, 
 
 And wide is the merciless ocean that roars 
 
 And winna let a bodie be. ^ 
 
 ^ Between my Matilda and me. 
 
 
448 
 
 BCOmSB 80H0& 
 
 Y« >r liil ilifc «>^M» —la. 
 
 Ok I ihrtl» w w«w fow 
 
 Ifbaplfia 
 
 ADdptalMliMMgMd 
 WlMt horror* mmmattat wwlr ii tl 
 
 Wklh a%hii« 1 Molo ftvB Ikt piMt ! 
 
 For wh«r> is tlw n* thai omM vhw kor i 
 Tlw mt that covld Uit In hvr stimls. 
 
 Hot wtah th« adeimblo Kympk fer klo cwi 
 y«r doBMt tho poafi I Mirtatet 
 
 fAtAAnn Laim. WHMmIbMIIL < 
 ' Tkjr dMok b a" Iho NM^ iMM.-) 
 
 MTM^lMOlMMaiM, 
 
 Mj boMlo tlii iffit Maiy, O. 
 
 A h ! thta how I Jogni, wklto I fM^d Ml h 
 Whol tnuM^orti Anr ovfll thfiifli aif fe 
 
 M«rdNHB^Ihal«o« 
 
 By 
 
 Ia«crrtl«wid 
 And «A, whDt i 
 
 rtOMOMWflld. 
 
 Pitk, loatij, and poatho, I tml thior tho g 
 Aadrifh*aikliltiMd 
 
 la vala to th* grow I 
 aooaiHMAap 
 
 r, MB ai'W Moth Bij 
 
 Btm abonit from htr whom mj h 
 I hMcahh la aiin7 aad cart: 
 
 A ^Ifw IMB Umm aaaaa to, 
 Uj toai^ fclai iW llM7, 0. 
 
 I-K««tottM»la< 
 
 AaHMW Iho toa« aw MMy, O, 
 Dv «M» tta Sana iMgi tho ■■■, 
 
 Aa* Irib aM ar nf Anriib O. 
 
 ny hainwih» t« I i^ > ■ ■ ■ ■■' 
 
 7.a 
 
 aMlii«ocho«y.Oi 
 Taa at^ lovM aao hat oaly BO, 
 Myaia,w/iMiiilaiario» O. 
 
 Aa- a* oar happy i <| a ilayao , 
 Vho ohoali o^ BMMlp oaaaa tyai^ 
 My hoMia Ubm/M Maiy, U. 
 
 Aa* gllalo o^ aP MM ohtirta* O i 
 WhOo o^alat f«Oi tho iM» a^ 4V, 
 
 Aa' olarafaaflhl tho «afy, 0| 
 M J oaly low a iy towai fow— 
 My pl^hfttd lOth in aor« fao» 
 Bat INo la lova aa* MiM »«• yoa. 
 
 Ml taaab hh»«W Ma«y» Ow 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 449 
 
 ®to^ie^^il!C« 
 
 [Thk beautiful tune of " Tweedside" is of great 
 antiquity, and has even been attributed to David 
 Rizzio, but without any authentic foundation. 
 Gay adopts it as the air of one of his songs in the 
 opera of " Polly," printed in 1729. The old verses 
 to the tune, which are here given, are said to have 
 been written by Lord Y ester, afterwards mar- 
 quis of Tweeddale, who died in 1713, in his 68th 
 year. Lord Tester, according to Mr. Robert 
 Chambers, " was a distinguished statesman in the 
 reigns of William and Anne, and married the only 
 daughter of the duke of Lauderdale, considered 
 the greatest heiress in the kingdom. He was one 
 of the principal instruments in carrj-ing through 
 the Union, being at the head of the party called 
 the Squadrone Volante. Macky, in his curious 
 work of that period, describes him as a great en- 
 courager and promoter of trade and the welfare 
 of his country. ' He hath good sense,' he adds, 
 ' is very modest, much a man of honour, and hot 
 when piqued J is highly esteemed in his country, 
 and may make a considerable figure in it now. 
 He is a short brown man, towards sixty years old.' 
 The song must have been written before 1697, 
 when he ceased to be Lord Tester, by succeeding 
 his father. Neidpath Castle, near Peebles, which 
 overhannis the Tweed, must be the locality of the 
 song — that being then the property, and one 
 of the residences, of the Tweeddale family. 
 The song first appealed in Mr. Herd's Collection, 
 1776."] 
 
 When Maggy and I were acquaint, 
 
 I carried my noddle fu' hie ; 
 Nae lintwhite in a' the gay plain, 
 
 Nae gowdspink sae bonnie as she! 
 I whistled, 1 piped, and I sang ; 
 
 I woo'd, but I cam' nae great speed; 
 Therefore I maun wander abroad. 
 
 And lay my banes far frae the Tweed. 
 
 To Maggy my love I did tell ; 
 
 My tears did my passion express : 
 Alas ! for I lo'ed her ower weel. 
 
 And the women lo'e sic a man less. 
 Her heart it was frozen and cauld ; 
 
 Her pride had my ruin decreed; 
 Therefore I maun wander abroad. 
 
 And lay my banes far frae the Tweed. 
 
 [The following once highly popular Tcrses to 
 the tune of " Tweedside" first appeared in Ram- 
 say's Tea-Table Miscellany, 1724, and again, with 
 the music, in the Orpheus Caledonius, 1725. They 
 were written by Robkht Ckawkurd, a cadet of 
 the family of Drumsoy, one of the ** ingenious 
 young gentlemen," of whom Ramsay speaks as 
 contributors to his Miscellany. Crawfurd was 
 author of " The Bush aboon Traquair," (see page 
 11,) and other songs given in Ramsay's work. He 
 is sometimes called William Crawfurd, a mistake 
 arising from Lord Woodhouselee misapplying an 
 expression in one of Hamilton of Bangour's letters 
 regarding a fVill. Crawfurd. His father was twice 
 married, first, to a daughter of a Gordon of Turn- 
 berry, by whom he had two sons, Thomas, at one 
 time envoy extraordinary to the court of France, 
 and Robert, the poet. The latter resided long in 
 France, and died, or, as is said, was drowned on 
 returning to his native country, in 1732. The 
 second marriage of the father was to Jean, 
 daughter of Archibald Crawfurd of Auchinames, 
 in Renfrewshire, by whom he had a large family. 
 Hence the mistake of making the poet belong to 
 the Auchinames family (as is generally done) — a 
 mistake, we believe, first exposed by Mr. David 
 Laing, of the Signet Library, Edinburgh. Mr, 
 Ramsay of Ochtertyre, in a letter to Dr. Blacklock, 
 dated 27th Oct. 1787, says, " Tou may tell Mr. 
 Burns when you see him, that Colonel Edmon- 
 ston told me t'other day that his cousin Colonel 
 George Crawfurd was no poet, but a great singer 
 of songs; but that his eldest brother Robert (by a 
 former marriage) had a great turn that way, 
 having written the words of 'The Bush aboon 
 Traquair' and 'Tweedside.' T^hat the Mary to 
 whom it was addressed was Mary Stewart of the 
 Castlemilk family, afterwards wife of Mr. John 
 Belches. The colonel (Ednionston) never saw 
 Robert Crawfurd, though he was at his burial 
 fifty-five years ago. He was a pretty young man, 
 and lived long in France." — According to Sir 
 Walter Scott, the Mary celebrated in " Tweed- 
 side" did not belong to the Castlemilk family, but 
 was Marj' Lilias Scott of the Harden family, a 
 descendant of another famed beauty, Mary Scott 
 of Dryhope in Selkirkshire, known by the name of 
 "The Flower of Tarrow." Harden is an estate 
 
 %on the Tweed, about four miles from Melrose.] 
 
 ^ 2k 
 
450 
 
 aoomau aosM. 
 
 W»ATliiiiMiiid 
 Btmammimm 
 
 ITo^l^r, nor wwH tihrtHif wvm. 
 Vol an tte fiqr •owns «r llM M4, 
 
 Hot HHMMni MB* vWi |RMHI |MI 
 
 Tkt VMMm M« iHMd IB Ite ff0«H 
 
 n» lih iMili i. aad ■«*»H w^lut <■*» 
 
 OMHp M as ffo fcftlil* tk* mMd I 
 
 Lrt « M Iw Ik* pikMHH tprtas] 
 Wen lo4ii te MOW vini«» M TMid. 
 
 Bow doM fliy IBV* pM Ite loaf 4iV ' 
 Dm Maiy Boft iHd a kw *Hpy 
 
 Do thay awar mh Iih Ii may 
 ^ UMarfMa? 
 
 Tb MM tiM Mft palaa afaqr 
 IM MBl aa aiiilaami kte. 
 
 Th •ht «Hi tiM Ttnlaa «aarf I 
 
 ITobMatywmifcir—ynwiiwi 
 LavaH craaM aiaaad IHT 4» 4««ll * 
 
 Ok, Ml M a» aMm «lMat *v »i4 y 
 ftaB I Mk tkam aa aMal-arlBav «v r 
 
 Opoa Ika kaa^ kaaki arnvl 
 Taiikaatknaw— f kavaftlavlMr 
 
 T»fcatr»«y.ft«i>i» "H Bi kn. B»in> 
 
 Tka laWkw itvar, ■waatthi, Mnrtii— 
 
 t HMaia tka haaalt teaka ar Ikf I 
 (TAiniAan4.~Ak, ** Gkaa pmrn atoaa.*^ 
 
 WMlffaaiMMklaaa. 
 
 W«^ aaoM •» wkal yaa «ai 
 
 «it »wA$ of ««8. ,1 fc..^^^^ 
 
 TiM lana ar lava Mi4t lakaar 
 
 [BoasBT CARHirMAn, Lmdla ma, bmt I Ita aoa yaaH tai II «•, 
 
 latia, Fltkihlia Air, "Bailla Owiia.'^-Ba _ -- - .- - 
 
 flntpttaML] 
 
 % OwaBpla'a kiailin waaalalat Jlik, 
 Wk«» laekj iBnaRMi *kt tka rfqr. 
 Wndiallatkaqaawiafaeatk iMaaa .ti^ 
 AdonMd bjr Atboli^ aaslHil waadii 
 AkMg tkm wladlBf aralka la iVrii«. 
 How mttii to ktar tha «lld*blrii rfati 
 A t prrp of dawB, how mat to amy 
 A^wwa Ikt bouto baaka oT fty I 
 
 Tka ia« UaMBa flay aa aalny km 
 
 A« warf^ la MfkM rfanr, 
 Aad lava wffl Dvt la aoltago kiw, 
 
 Aa wad^ la tofty ka*. 
 aat, kMla, taka tk* kid ya nka, 
 
 Wkaiv^v yoor anlaato aiy. 
 Ikaatkyaif 
 
 0-ahaap 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 45 \ 
 
 [Written by Burns for Johnson's Museum, to a tune taken down from Mrs. Burns's voice. "It 
 appears evident to me," says the poet, " that Oswald composed his * Roslin Castle' on the mo- 
 dulation of this air. — In the second part of Oswald's, in the three first bars, he has either hit on a 
 wonderful similarity to, or else he has entirely borrowed the three first bars of the old air , and 
 the close of both tunes is almost exactly the same. The old verses to which it was sung, when I took 
 down the notes from a country girl's voice," — (the country girl, as appears from a letter to Thomson, 
 was his own wife,) — " had no great merit. — The following is a specimen z 
 
 ' There was a pretty May {anglice, maid,) and a milkin she went; 
 
 Wi' her red rosy cheeks, and her coal-black hair; 
 And she has met a young man a comin' o'er the bent. 
 
 With a double and adieu to thee, fair May. 
 where are ye goin', my ain pretty May, 
 
 Wi' thy red rosy cheeks, and thy coal-black hair? 
 Unto the yowes a milkin', kind sir, she says. 
 
 With a double and adieu to thee, &ir May. 
 What if I gang alang wi' thee, my ain pretty May, 
 
 Wi' thy red rosy cheeks, and thy coal-black hair; 
 Wad I be aught the worse o" that, kind sir, she says. 
 
 With a double and adieu to thee, fair May,' &c. &c. " 
 
 Bums was quite right as to the resemblance of the air of " Roslin Castle" to that of " The Posie," 
 but he was mistaken in thinking that Oswald composed the former tune. It is older than Oswald's 
 day, and was originally called " The House of Glamis." This we have already mentioned in the note 
 to the song of " fioslin Castle."] 
 
 Oh, love will venture in where it dauma weel be seen ; 
 
 Oh, love will venture in where wisdom ance has been ; 
 
 But I will doun yon river rove, amang the woods sae green. 
 
 And a' to pou a posie to my ain dear M^y. 
 
 The primrose 1 will pou, the firstlin' o' the year; 
 
 And I will pou the pink, the emblem o' my dear ; 
 
 For she's the pink o' womankind, and blooms without a peen 
 
 And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. 
 
 I'll pou the buddin' rose, when Phoebus peeps in view. 
 For it's like a baumy kiss o' her sweet bonnie mou ; 
 The hyacinth's for constancy, wi' its unchanging blue : 
 And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. 
 
 The lily it is pure, and the lily it is fair. 
 And in her lovely bosom I'll place the lily there; 
 The daisy's for simplicity, of unaffected air : 
 And a to be a posie to my ain dear May. 
 
 The hawthorn I will pou, wi' its locks o* siller grey. 
 Where, like an aged man, it stands at break o' day; 
 But the songster's nest within the bush I winna take away i 
 And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. 
 
452 l OOTT IMI tOVML 
 
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 ▲ai tiM 4laMii<-4n«i «r 4«w ihall b* IHT MB at #Mr 
 
 And •' le b* • poito to aqr ahi *mr Umj. 
 
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 And in piBM M te kir biMl, •»« in twaw If «> tkat*. 
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 A»d tkit wUl W B p«lt t» Bj aki 4ar Mig. 
 
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 It k«M«4 la tkt 0M^ «a« «• boaalt PlHaM cX 
 
 OHAm M«Q»w-«ta^ " ■ ■l i l t MMt AIM" Pw».'^llw> ti^ ^HrttdJ 
 
 la a* tkat klBMMat, fOMiAi*, ar Mr^ 
 Ikabafa a iw iki^ wy aia Iwlag hwitt^ 
 
 Wkal ttamk. *r ftar rfftM, ikt pi«i ki k» pM«% 
 Wkal tktafk Ikat kir Aid iMt aM laikv to ^M. 
 
 Ttt flak «H« ktr lom aa* MtH, ikoald kit k 
 Tktb - 
 
 Wkat tkaagk l*to aaa *o«^t to irfl kar av vMmi^ 
 Wdt ftar iktn dtay-atin I wiaaa daivair. 
 
 O mhtn tkan It batkat,tiiiHiiaa' loMonia. 
 
 tni ttn to Biy lord aaa kwar ataak Aa^ av aH« ' 
 0, whaa at Biy ala dbani tmki to aty baata 
 
 At boaalt Statok km wf tka brigkft fvtpdta katr ^ 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 453 
 
 [" Tnis song," says Mr. Robei-t Chambers, "is 
 little better than a string of names of places. Ytt 
 there is something so pleasing in it, especially to 
 the ear of 'a south-country man,' that it has long 
 maintained its place in our collections. We all 
 know what impressive verse Jlilton makes out of 
 mere catalogues of localities. The author, Nicoi. 
 BuRNE, is supposed to have been one of the last 
 of the old race of minstrels. In an old collection 
 of songs, in their original state of ballantt, I have 
 seen his name printed as * Burne the violer," 
 which seems to indicate the instrument upon 
 which he was in the practice of accompanying his 
 recitations. I was told by an aged person at 
 Karlston, that there used to be a portrait of him in 
 Thirlstane Castle, representing him as a douce old 
 man, leading a cow by a straw-rope. Thirlstane 
 Castle, the seat of the Earl of Lauderdale, near 
 Lauder, is the castle of which the poet speaks in 
 such terms of admiration. It derives the massive 
 beauties of its architecture from the Duke of 
 Lauderdale, who built it, as the date above the 
 door-way testifies, in the year 1674. The song 
 must therefore have been composed since that era. 
 It was printed in the Tea-Table Miscellany i 
 which, taken in connection with the last stanza, 
 seems to point out that it was \NTitten at some of 
 the periods of national commotion between the 
 reign of the last Charles and the first George — 
 probably the Union. The Dlaimlie odtt are still 
 in repute, being used in many places 18r seed ; and 
 Lauderdale still boasts of all the other pleasant 
 farms and estates which are here so endeai'ingly 
 commemorated by the poet-"] 
 
 When Phoebus bright the azure skies 
 
 With golden rays enlighfneth. 
 He makes all nature's beauties rise. 
 
 Herbs, trees, and flowers he quick'neth i 
 Amongst all those he makes his choice. 
 
 And with delight goes thorow, 
 With radiant beams, the silver streams 
 
 Of Leader Haughs and Yarrow. 
 
 When Aries the day and night 
 
 In equal length divideth. 
 And frosty Saturn takes his flight, 
 
 Nae langer he abidetb ; i 
 
 Then Flora queen, with mantle green. 
 
 Casts off her former sorrow. 
 And vows to dwell with Ceres' sel'. 
 
 In Leader Haughs and Yarrow, 
 
 Pan, plajing on his aiten reed. 
 
 And shepherds, him attending, 
 Do here resort, their flocks to feed. 
 
 The hills and haughs commending 
 With cur and kent, upon the bent, 
 
 Sing to the sun, Good-morrow, 
 And swear nae fields mair pleasures yield. 
 
 Than Leader Haughs and Yarrow. 
 
 A house there stands on Leader ride. 
 
 Surmounting my descriving. 
 With rooms sae rare, and windows lair. 
 
 Like Daedalus' contriving: 
 Men passing by do aften cry. 
 
 In sooth it hath no marrow; 
 It stands as fair on Leader side. 
 
 As Newark does on Yarrow. 
 
 A mile below, who lists to ride. 
 
 Will hear the mavis singing; 
 Into St. Leonard's banks she bides. 
 
 Sweet birks her head owerhinging. 
 The lint-white loud, and Progne proud, 
 
 W.'th tuneful throats and narrow. 
 Into St. Leonard's banks they sing. 
 
 As sweetly as in Yai-row. 
 
 The lapwing lilteth ower the lea, 
 
 With nimble wing she sporteth ; 
 But rows she'll flee far from the tree 
 
 "WTiere Philomel resorteth : 
 By break of day the lark can say, 
 
 I'll bid you a good morrow ; 
 I'll stretch my wing, and, mounting, sing 
 
 O'er Leader Kaughs and Yarrow. 
 
 Park, Wanton-wa's, and Wooden-cleuch, 
 
 The East and Wester Mainses, 
 The wood of Lauder 's fair eneuch. 
 
 The corns are good in the Blainslies : 
 There aits are fine, and said by kind. 
 
 That if ye search all thorough 
 Mearns, Buchan, Marr, nane better are 
 
 Than Leader Haughs and Yarrow. 
 
 In Buni-mill-bog and Whitslaid Shaws, 
 The fearful hare she hauntsth ; 
 
 Brig-haugh and Braidwoodsheil she knaws. 
 And Chapel wood frequeuteth : 
 
454 BOUTTiiMl loaMk 
 
 ▲Bd «BMWC via «o Tanvir. 
 
 Tlw MBrtid lM« Hm terd wMh ter. 
 
 Btt yH Wr ilnMlk i« Mh at InfMii 
 
 Aad ilflM «• bt la Tai 
 
 Wltti ilfkt aad MMl yaiMs k 
 ira»« 
 
 Tm, MM, tk* ikii la Uater 1 
 ▲adMteftM««Mlt»T« 
 
 WlMI« B«aMi kMl I 
 
 ■«iwi 
 
 TiaU— nitXiVitHlaH 
 iMa w tte tart vMi hlftk* «■•■ 
 
 f M k«uil« iMi «W tpai Ik* fMiw 
 Oa I Mdir HaaglM aai T— *. 
 
 flan aat y fc i l lu a valid. 
 [H atw ftvt, aor baa aiy ftli^ 
 
 ■Itwill 
 
 iy»M»tiM« 
 
 Wttfc H— w»«i^4iwH oa tia<ir «■> 
 Aad SMtmhal dwrfl oa Tanaw. 
 
 nra. 
 
 iriMr d«r anito mj dMb«i hi«a(l[^ 
 My Blad i^D kv i 
 
 Ym ikM^k dM^ Ilk. aad IM fl 
 
 Or«««iy «kafai latkaattag, 
 iMk fpad lara* B. Md Ma a 
 
 rtnr aw. irivM to aaa«^. 
 O, taaab ImI kata kai Ik* gn 
 
 T»ddak«My*|Mtertkw. 
 TaarjiVt a«aa «t. Vim «» 
 
 Tk* «q1i« ila ar aafdw. 
 
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 •TwlstT««daad&Md««aadli«i | 
 
 TkaMdliMiaMlkM^BidpalklNn f My vaadtkv gkaM a«l ai^ fH •«!, 
 
 AadniiiiaiilbaakiBki 
 
 My ilnaal aad dM — 1 1 
 
 Aad bMali kaaw* af Tai 
 
 Aad d«f aad alikt aMikt !• t 
 
 BatiryarM klad, vUkjaftd Mlad, 
 I'BMB^laMllktya. 
 
 O aaaHMl Am t Ik aa^ fM 
 Qm awha n* aank aiy vttki 
 
 iraiiaal lof« yoar adad aaa awi 
 Tb ttaat Ikia kMl af kBMM. 
 
 lalir 
 
 in 
 
 laHqr^Ma. 
 
 fT^f JFIobet of Yatnto. 
 
 Ttay appear la BaHaaini tm^TMt 
 J, afllk Ika Utfa, " BwtH Waaia " Tkty | fWa aaa Hqr ao«kla« altWr af Ika i^ < 
 aiap*aHallyanrfbadtaSo*BaTCaAwtm».aa> ; aalkaiaklp af Ihli aoac Waladllkia« 
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 rtdab- latv^«UaBd4«.] ^"fkaBrtlMi ly i^ l ii.'-J 
 

 
 
 tsCOTTISH SONGS. 455 
 
 
 Itt ancient times as songs rehearse, ^ lovely maid ! my doubts beguile, 
 
 
 
 One charming nymph employ'd each verse. 
 
 Revive and bless me with a smile * 
 
 
 
 She reign'd alone without a marrow. 
 
 Alas ! if not, you'll soon debar a 
 
 
 
 Mary Scott the flower of Yarrow. 
 
 Sighing swain the banks of Yarrow. 
 
 
 
 Our fathers with such beauty fir'd. 
 
 Be hush'd, ye fears, I'll not despair. 
 
 
 
 This matchless fair in crowds admir'd : . 
 
 My Mary's tender as she's fair; 
 
 
 
 Tho' matchless then, yet here's her marrow. 
 
 Then I'll go tell her all mine anguish, 
 
 
 
 Mary Scott the flower of Yarrow. 
 
 She is too good to let me languish. 
 With success crown'd, I'll not envy 
 
 
 
 Whose beauty unadom'd by art. 
 
 The folks who dwell above the sky: 
 
 
 
 With virtue join 'd attracts each heart; 
 
 When Mary Scott's become my marrow. 
 
 
 
 Her negligence itself would charm you. 
 
 We'll make a paradise in Yarrow. 
 
 
 
 She scarcely knows her power to warm you. 
 
 
 
 
 For ever cease Italian noise; 
 
 
 
 
 Let every string and every voice. 
 
 
 
 
 Sing Mai7 Scott without a marrow, 
 Mary Scott the flower of Yarrow. 
 
 ^f)e M^^u iu Ifuuoh* 
 
 
 
 
 [Prom "The British Songster," Glasgow, 1786. 
 —Air, "Mary Scott."] 
 
 
 
 0im^ ^tM. 
 
 'Twas summer, and the day was felr. 
 
 
 
 f "MvtRY ScoTT, called in song " The Flower of 
 
 Beguiling thought, forgetting sorrow. 
 
 
 
 Yarrow," was celebrated for her beauty. She 
 
 I wander'd o'er the braes of Yarrow. 
 
 
 
 was a daughter of Philip Scott of Dryhope, in 
 
 Till then despising beauty's power. 
 
 
 
 Selkirkshire, and was married to Walter Scott of 
 
 I kept my heart my own secure ; 
 
 
 
 Harden, a noted Border freebooter in the reign of 
 
 But Cupid's dart did then work sorrow, 
 
 
 
 Queen Mary. The ruins of Drjhope tower (the 
 
 And Mary's charms on braes of Yarrow. 
 
 
 
 birth-place of the Flower of Yarrow) are still to 
 
 
 
 
 be seen near the lower extremity of St. Mary's 
 
 Will cruel love no bribe receive ? 
 
 
 
 lake. Mary Scott had a lineal descendant, Mary 
 
 No ransom take for Mary's slave ? 
 
 
 
 Lilias Scott, also distinguished for her beauty, in 
 
 Her frowns of rest and hope deprive me. 
 
 
 
 whose honour Crawfurd's song of Tweedside" is 
 
 Her lovely smiles like light revive me. 
 
 
 
 said to have been composed, (see page 449). The 
 
 No bondage may with mine compare. 
 
 
 
 old song called " Mary Scott the Flower of Yar- 
 
 Since first I saw this charming iair; 
 
 
 
 row" appears to have been lost. The following is 
 
 This beauteous flow'r, this rose of Yarrow, 
 
 
 
 by Ramsay, to the old border air of "Mary 
 Scotfc."] 
 
 In nature's gardens has no marrow. 
 
 
 
 Happy's the love which meets return. 
 
 Had I of heaven but one request. 
 
 
 
 When in soft flames souls equal burn ; 
 
 I'd ask to lie on Mary's breast; 
 
 
 
 But words are wanting to iliscover 
 
 There would I live or die with pleasure. 
 
 
 
 The torments of a hopeless lover. 
 
 Nor spare this world one moment's leisure; 
 
 
 
 Ye registers of heaven, relate. 
 
 Despising kings, and all that's great. 
 
 
 
 If looking o'er the rolls of fate, 
 
 I'd smile at courts, and courtiers' fate; 
 
 
 
 Did you there see me mark'd to marrow 
 
 ]\Iy joy complete on such a marrow. 
 
 
 
 Mary Scott the flower of Yarrow? 
 
 I'd dwell with her, and live on Yarrow. 
 
 
 
 Ah no ! hrr form's too heavenly fair. 
 
 But though such bliss I ne'er should gain. 
 
 
 
 Her love the gods above must share ; 
 
 Contented still I wear my chain. 
 
 
 
 Winle mortals with despair explore her. 
 
 In hopes my faithful heart may move hpr. 
 
 
 
 And at distance due adore her. <■ 
 
 > For leaving life I'll always love her. 
 
 
 
 1 
 
155 
 
 Ttot tmmt, an wftawi H f 
 
 8Bni{f*^ brotottfT) in Yatrote. 
 
 •nag.) 
 
 ftasmort irf • vtffy eld and patlMlIt 
 
 ]>ovii tai yen fwiM awMt mmI (ay. 
 
 '*]|j« 
 
 AodvmHa^iiMBdiaaih 
 
 Aod WUlit htcht to aHrr- 
 
 Ola •>» ka namlad uoj. 
 
 ]>ia«a Maay a iHdr ftaa ma laaa^ •% 
 
 T«a»«aBlawl»aqrto«i 
 
 TbtaMMlHaMirita 
 
 IltetvlBtiifafa 
 
 Obatriy a kl» fkaa Mi Mr Mirti^ 
 AadMlaMkavkalMlkl 
 
 OtrfliMaHl 
 
 And U< hta so ka ctwl I 
 ▲ad Itn hhn DA to braak tlM lM»rt 
 
 or hh lova aad only jcwri. 
 
 O ton tmtH WMHa toeoaae daaa. 
 And htar tha owTti riatli«{ 
 
 Aad Ha tha Mfds on Oka badw 
 Aad liavtoaiaaad thfla 
 
 Am la^^aflk tbaftt vf iwr whlto baali^ 
 
 Om~ " 
 
 aad Yarrow. 
 
 AJidTMWalM 
 
 VlMaWntohHltt 
 
 IfaWteiiMHii 
 
 Oaatoa^lVj«i« 
 raa^iaaikaito 
 
 Oraaai'iakyiaaa 
 Or M«r fa aqr am 
 
 tmtmP 
 
 a Uto ahavtaf ar a aralr. 
 
 WHS VHH VfWlWH IB YflnVV^ 
 
 Vjbe Sraf# of ¥ariob* 
 
 [Wanraw % Um lav. Jami Laaaii, aa 1 
 
 ...... ^ 
 
 wTarwvnmna, 
 ^raaatrf 
 
 Ikf kmtoW* dnwy. Tai 
 WiMiaawlkfwafaiW 
 
 Pararar. wtmrn. Ok, Ymwm 
 tlMa art to »a a MNaa 
 
 fW avar. aa dif tooika dtoU I 
 
 BakaM toj toto, Ika lavar af Tarivvr. 
 
 T» i^alto toa to kli kilwra to»«fai 
 
 na waMtaf^ajr «aa iaMI towtanairy 
 
 ganafca hail I III to Mi paw. 
 AliiW Ml ««IH7 pwa* M Yarvwa t 
 
 My paalaa 1 ai ftaatf toM Mm t 
 Ctoi^ la Mi arM. I Bttia C 
 TlHrtlAaaMaavavn 
 
 tl vaalih'4 «1tli a KhrWi af ionow I 
 bTai 
 
 Bbi 
 
 WlUianikalaaflagara! 
 Hli Wuaa iiitor wa ip i a a wW 
 
 Tba gMHwaad paU to to 
 
1 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 45^ 
 
 
 
 They sought him east, they sought him west, ^ Thus sang I saftly to my faJr, 
 
 
 
 They sought him all the forest thoroueh,— 
 
 Wha rais'd my hopes with kind relenting. 
 
 
 
 They only saw the cloud of night, 
 
 0! queen of smiles, I ask nae mair. 
 
 
 
 They only heard the roar of Yarrow ! 
 
 Since now uiy bonnie Bell's consenting. 
 
 
 
 No longer from thy window look ; 
 
 
 
 
 Thou hast no son, thou tender mother! 
 
 
 
 
 No longer walk, thou lovely maid ; 
 
 
 
 
 Alas, thou hast no more a brother ! 
 No longer seek him east or west. 
 
 ^Jie WXBt^ d ^MXb^. 
 
 
 
 And search no more the forest thorough ! 
 
 
 
 
 For, wandering in the night so dark. 
 
 [This is a production of "William Hamii-ton 
 
 
 
 He fell a lifeless corpse in Yarrow. 
 
 of Bangour, and was first printed in the Tea 
 Table Miscellany. It professes to have been 
 
 
 
 The tear shall never leave my cheek ; 
 
 written " in imitation of the ancient manner." 
 
 
 
 No other youth shall be my maiTOW : 
 
 There is an old ballad called " The Dowie Dens of 
 
 
 
 I'U seek thy body in the stream. 
 
 Yarrow," but this bears no resemblance to it.] 
 
 
 
 And then with thee I'll sleep in Yarrow." 
 
 
 
 
 The tear did never leave her cheek ; 
 
 A." Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnie, bonnie bride! 
 
 
 
 No other youth became her marrow; 
 
 Busk ye, busk ye, my winsome marrow! 
 
 
 
 She found his body in the stream. 
 
 Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnie, bonnie bride, 
 
 
 
 And now with him she sleeps in Y'arrow. 
 
 And think nae mair of the braes of Yarrow." 
 
 B." Where gat ye that bonnie, bonnie bride ? 
 Where gat ye that winsome marrow?" 
 
 
 
 Mu^k ^2, In^k jgie. 
 
 A." I gat her whare I daurna weel be seen, 
 Puing the birks on the braes of Yarrow. 
 
 
 
 [Written, with the exception of the first four 
 
 Weip not, weip not, my bonnie, bonnie bride. 
 
 
 
 lines, which are old, by Allan Ramsav, and sung 
 
 Weip not, weip not, my winsome marrow ! 
 
 
 
 to the fine tune called "The Braes of Yarrow."] 
 
 Nor let thy heart lament to leive 
 
 Puing the birks on the braes of Yarrow." 
 
 
 
 Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnie bride. 
 
 
 
 
 Busk ye, busk ye, my winsome marrow. 
 
 B." Why does she weip, thy bonnie, bonnie bride? 
 
 
 
 Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnie bride. 
 
 Why does she weip thy winsome marrow ? 
 
 
 
 And let us to the braes of Yarrow. 
 
 And why daur ye nae mair weel be seen. 
 
 
 
 There will we sport and gather dew. 
 
 Puing the birks on the I raes of Yarrow ?" 
 
 
 
 Dance while lav'rocks sing in the morning; 
 
 
 
 
 Then learn frae turtles to prove true. 
 
 A." Lang maun she weip, lang maun she, maun 
 
 
 
 O Bell, ne'er vex me with thy scorning ! 
 
 she weip, 
 Lang maun she weip wi' dule and sorrow, 
 
 
 
 To westlin' breezes Flora yields. 
 
 And lang maun I nae mair weel be seen. 
 
 
 
 And when the beams are kindly warming. 
 
 Puing the birks on the braes of Yarrow. 
 
 
 
 Blythness appears o'er all the fields. 
 
 
 
 
 And nature looks mair fresh and charming. 
 
 For she has tint her luver, luver deir, 
 
 
 
 Learn frae the burns that trace the mead. 
 
 Her luver deir, the cause of sorrow; 
 
 
 
 Though on their banks the roses blossom. 
 
 And I ha'e slain the comeliest swain 
 
 
 
 Yet hastily they flow to Tweed, 
 
 That e'er pu'd birks on the braes of Yarrow. 
 
 
 
 And pour their sweetness in his bosom. 
 
 Why runs thy stream, Yarrow, Yarrow, 
 
 
 
 Haste ye, haste ye, my bonnie Bell, 
 
 red? 
 
 
 
 Haste to my arms, and there I'll guard thee; 
 
 Why on thy bnies heard the voice of sorrow ? 
 
 
 
 With free consent my fears repel. 
 
 And why yon melancholious welds, 
 
 
 
 I'll with my love and care reward thee. i 
 
 & Hung on the bonnie birks of YaiTOW ? 
 
 
 
 1 
 
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 And wrap hit Ihabi fai ■ 
 
 And ligr him OB tiM teBki «r Tarn 
 
 Thm bvOd, Am bidM, I* ilrtm. iMi 
 T« *(«n ad, kli tomk wl* MfNfw 
 
 Ifta kiWiHi Mi •• Ik* tMM af T« 
 
 TIM »m that wvMkt tk« 4Md afM 
 
 Tht irt^ tpirir thai piMwd hk ImM, 
 
 Hto MB^r kniil •■ Ito feMM cT Ti 
 
 Did 1 aal wwathM Bot «Dk aal I* tOTBi 
 Aadwamftvoiatbt? Bat,t>wyM i iaa, 
 
 Too iMMy baU, a ■iMafW arai th«i SMfM, 
 Tkoa SMTM, wd Mloa tho bMOoT Tanwr. 
 
 ■aallMMQi tteMfkt fi«Mi snm«.ff«a pmia 
 ttefiaai 
 
 Tdtov oa Yanw*^ h«M» tko ttfWii 
 fWr lMn«itho ap^li ftao «w loik I 
 
 •aaHlho «»«• «r Tanaw IvaMil 
 
 Flaaa TMiua mmt^t ai *will» •• ••iH aawi 
 T»wdt ^ 
 
 As *«»iM MBdto oa Hi hfB« Ite M* I 
 Tho appb ft«a Mi iaah« ■• awllewl 
 
 Fair «ai tky lewf Adr, Mr. laiMd, ttv hnal 
 la flo«wy haadi thoa dldrt Mm Mtari 
 
 Tbe^h h* waa Ailr, aad MO-hdomd afiOa, 
 Thaa na ha arvw lorad Iki* holMr. 
 
 Biak y«, thm. ha*, aqr beaala, boaal* hffldil 
 
 Both ja, boik I*, au wtaaom nanovl 
 Da* ja, aad le^t Bia oa tha fcaaka or TwMd, 
 ' Aad Ihlak aaa a»ir oa thi hmm tt Tw 
 
 C** Bow «aa X ba*a boaala. boaala hridi» 
 Uow «a t h«li a wtfWHn* marvaw ? 
 Bow can 1 1^ hta oa th« baaka o* T««od. 
 TlMtdkwaf lova«allMbnMiorTairow7 |^ 
 
 fbr tkM «Rai hMa^ iMa av lova, 
 Mj kf**, M ha had aat hiM a lofar. 
 
 Tha bay pat aa hto aohi^ hii lahM or gawa. 
 
 HIiparidiiM l aaaay 
 Ah. wrttakid Ml 1 Httla. M 
 
 Ua aa^ kilkM, la aMM I 
 
 d ofay dala aad iino» 
 
 •aa4h-arth*akhl. 
 
 aifM oa Iki baahi «f Tanaw I 
 
 Ma*tv 
 
 1 aa^ Bv valM tha aaadi laknlBc ; 
 
 Mj hmri hiai* k OB Iky iVW^ 
 
 Haw OBMI *M. haibaioai aaa. IkM. 
 
 Mjr hiPfr iMm Mf ha, Biif ha fonad. 
 
 lafbtdawarth^aaTai 
 M J iBvar Mdkd la kk 
 
 i 
 llyhmr»biadik«Blhgr 
 
 Ti^ |i^ paifMa Iki kid. tha bod ariava I 
 WMh bttdal-«h««i aqr body aovarl 
 
 Vater. ya brtial waldi. Iki daar I 
 Ut la tk* ii D i m i l h aihaa d h iiM I 
 
 Ik? 
 
 Ihlo 00 ho k. kM kf hha. kp kkB dawa { 
 O kv hk aold hMd aa Bif fOlaa I 
 
1 
 
 
 
 fcJCOTTlSU SONGS. 459 
 
 
 
 Pale though thou art, yet be«t, yet best beloved, ^ For my arms shall fold and my tresses shield 
 
 
 
 Oh, could my warmth to life restore thee ! 
 
 The form of my death-cold marrow. 
 
 
 
 Yet lie all night between my briests,— 
 
 When the breeze shall bring the raven's wing 
 
 
 
 No youth lay ever there before thee ! 
 
 O'er the dowie dens 0' Yarrow, 
 
 
 
 Pule, pale, indeed, oh lovely, lovely youth, 
 
 
 
 
 Forgive, forgive so foul a slaughter. 
 
 
 
 
 And lie all night between my breists. 
 
 
 
 
 No youth shaU ever lie there after •" 
 
 %mf$ (^OH^tSMg. 
 
 
 
 A." Tletum, return, mournful, mournful b'ide! 
 
 
 
 
 Return, and dry thy useless sorrow 1 
 
 [Thomas Prinolb.] 
 
 
 
 Thy luver holds nocht of thy sighs ; 
 
 
 
 
 lie lies a corpse on the braes of Yarrow." 
 
 Oh ! not when hopes are brightest. 
 
 Is all love's sweet enchantment Irown ; 
 
 
 
 
 Oh ! not when hearts are lightest. 
 Is all fond woman's fervour shown : 
 
 
 
 ^i)^ m^u Mm$ d l)arro533« 
 
 But when life's clouds o'ertake us. 
 
 And the cold world is clothed in gloom ; 
 When summer friends forsake us. 
 
 
 
 [Written by Henrt S. Riddell. Set to 
 
 The rose of love is best in bloom. 
 
 
 
 Music by Peter Macleod, Edinburgh.] 
 
 Love is no wandering vapour. 
 
 
 
 Oh, sisters, there are midnight dreams 
 
 That lures astray with treacherous spark; 
 
 
 
 That pass not with the morning. 
 
 Love is no transient taper. 
 
 
 
 Then ask not why my reason swims 
 
 That lives an hour and leaves us dark : 
 
 
 
 In a brain so wildly burning. 
 
 But, like the lamp that lightens 
 
 
 
 And ask not why I fancy how 
 
 The Greenland but beneath the enow, 
 
 
 
 Yon wee bird sings wi' sorrow. 
 
 The bosom's home it brightens. 
 
 
 
 That bluid lies mingled with the dew. 
 
 When all beside is chill below. 
 
 
 
 la the dowie dens o* Yarrow. 
 
 
 
 
 My dream's wild light was not of night. 
 
 
 
 
 Nor of the dulefu" morning; 
 
 
 
 
 Thrice on the stream was seen the gleam 
 
 
 
 
 That seem'd his sprite returning : 
 For sword-girt men came down the glen 
 
 Ymn% Wmul^, 
 
 
 
 An hour before the morrow. 
 
 
 
 
 And pierced the heart aye true to mine. 
 
 [Written by George Allan. Set to Music 
 
 
 
 In the dowie dens o' Yarrow. 
 
 by Peter Macleod.J 
 
 
 
 Oh, there are red red drops o' dew 
 
 An eiry night, a cheerless day. 
 
 
 
 Upon the wild flower's blossom. 
 
 A lanely hame at gloamin' hour. 
 
 
 
 But they could na cool my burning brow. 
 
 When o'er the heart come thoughts o- wae. 
 
 
 
 And shall not stain my bosom. 
 
 Like shadows on Glenfillan's tower. 
 
 
 
 But from the clouds o' yon dark sky 
 
 Is this the wierd tliat I maun drie. 
 
 
 
 A cold cold shroud I'll borrow. 
 
 And a' around sae glad and gay. 
 
 
 
 And long and deep shall be my sleep 
 
 Oh hon an righ, oh hon an righ. 
 
 
 
 In the dowie dens 0' Yarrow, 
 
 Young Donald frae hU love's away. 
 
 
 
 Let my form the bluid -dyed floweret press 
 
 The winter snaw nae mair does la*. 
 
 
 
 By the heart 0' him that lo'ed me. 
 
 The rose blooms in our mountain bower. 
 
 
 
 And I'U steal frae his lips a long long kiss 
 
 The wild flowers on the castle wa' 
 
 
 
 In the bower where aft he wooed me. < 
 
 , Are glintin' in the summer shower. 
 
 
 
 
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 4if.» AaAaMaartbyJanifavbadoaaoayea^ 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 463 
 
 
 Do«^ the death of a lintwhite give Annie the!^ Then fast spread out the flowing sheet. 
 
 
 
 spleen ? 
 Car tjTjing of trifles be uneasy to thee ? 
 
 Give welcome to the wind ! 
 
 
 
 Is there a gale we'd shrink to meet, 
 
 
 
 Can lap-dogs and monkeys draw tears frae these 
 een, 
 
 When treachery's behind ? 
 The foaming deep our couch wiU be. 
 
 
 
 That look with indifference on poor dying me ? 
 
 The storm our vesper bell. 
 
 
 
 Rouse up thy reason, my beautiful Annie, 
 
 The low'ring heaven our canopy. 
 
 
 
 And dinna prefer a paroquet to me ; 
 
 My native land, fareweU ! 
 
 
 
 Oh ! as thou art bonnie, be prudent and cannie. 
 
 
 
 
 And think on thy Jamie wha doats upon thee. 
 
 Away, away across the main. 
 We'll seek some happier clime. 
 
 
 
 Ah I should a new manteau or Flanders lace head. 
 
 Where daring is not deem'd a stain. 
 
 
 
 Or yet a wee coatie, though never so fine. 
 
 Nor loyalty a crime. 
 
 
 
 Gar thee grow forgetfu', and let his heart bleed. 
 
 ,Our hearts are wrung, our minda are fcoss'd 
 
 
 
 That ance had some hope of purchasing thine ? 
 
 Wild as the ocean's swell ; 
 
 
 
 Rouse up thy reason, my beautiful Annie, 
 
 A kingdom and a birthright lostl 
 
 
 
 And dinna prefer your flageeries to me; 
 
 Old Scotland, fare thee well ! 
 
 
 
 Oh ! as thou art bonnie, be solid and cannie. 
 
 
 
 
 And tent a true lover that doats upon thee. 
 
 
 
 
 Shall a Paris edition of newfangled Sawney, 
 
 %mk2^ to, S^TOg Mn. 
 
 
 
 Though gilt o'er wi' laces and fringes he be. 
 
 
 
 
 IJy adoring himself, be adored by fair Annie, 
 
 [This eong, which advocates the supremacy of 
 
 
 
 And aim at those benisons promised to me ? 
 
 love over all worldly considerations, appears, with 
 
 
 
 Rouse up thy reason, my beautiful Annie, 
 
 the exception of the fourth verse, in Eamsa.v's 
 
 
 
 And never prefer a light dancer to me j 
 
 Tea-Table Miscellany, with the signature Q, sig- 
 
 
 
 Oh ! as thou art bonnie, be prudent and cannie; 
 
 nifying that it is old, with additions. The fourth 
 
 
 
 Love only thy Jamie wha doats upon thee. 
 
 verse is by Burns. The air, which goes by the 
 same name as the title of the song, la very old.] 
 
 
 
 Oh ! think, my dear charmer, on ilka sweet hour. 
 
 
 
 
 That slade away saftly between thee and me. 
 
 JocKKY fou, Jenny fain ; 
 
 
 
 Kre squirrels, or beaux, or foppery, had power 
 
 Jenny waa na ill to gain ; 
 
 
 
 To rival my love and impose upon thee. 
 
 She was couthie, he was kind ; 
 
 
 
 Rouse up thy reason, my beautiful Annie, 
 
 And thus the wooer tell'd his mind : 
 
 
 
 And let thy desires a' be centred in me; 
 
 
 
 
 Oh ! as thou art bonnie, be faithfu' and cannie. 
 
 Jenny, I'll nae mair be nice ; 
 
 
 
 And love ane wlia lang has been loving to thee. 
 
 Gi'e me love at ony price : 
 
 I winna prig for red or white, 
 
 
 
 
 Love alane can gi'e delyte. 
 
 
 
 #1^ ^c^tknl^ 
 
 Others seek they kenna what, 
 In looks, in carriage, and a' that; 
 Gi'e me love for her I court : 
 
 
 
 [George A li.a n. Set to Music by Peter Macleod 
 
 Love in love makes a' the sport- 
 
 
 
 in his " Original Melodies of Scotland."] 
 
 Let love sparkle in her e'e. 
 
 
 
 The breeze blows ft^sh, my gallant mates, 
 
 Let her love nae man but me: 
 
 
 
 Our vessel cleaves her way. 
 
 That's the tocher-gude I prize j 
 
 
 
 Down ocean's depths, o'er heaven's heights. 
 
 There the lover's treasure lies. 
 
 
 
 Through darkness and through spray. 
 
 
 
 
 No loving moon shines out for us. 
 
 Colours mingled unco fine. 
 
 
 
 No star our course to tell— 
 
 Common notions lang sinsyne, 
 
 
 
 And must we leave old Scotland thus? 
 
 Never can engage my love. 
 
 
 
 My native land, farewell \ ^ 
 
 f Until my fancy first approve. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 SCOTTISH SONGS 4g3 
 
 
 The cannons didna Donald fleg, 9^ A handsome wee lassie I lo'e, I lo'e. 
 
 
 
 I'd like to hear them crack again ; 
 
 A handsome wee lassie I lo'e ; 
 
 
 
 My fears were for my bonnie Meg, 
 
 The pawkie wee quean has doiter'd me clean. 
 
 
 
 Lest I should ne'er come back again. 
 
 An' mair mischief she'll wark, I tro, I tro. 
 An* mair mischief she'll wark, 1 tro. 
 
 
 
 Our leader fell,— so died the brave. 
 
 
 
 
 We'll never see his like again , 
 
 A winsome wee lassie I'll woo, I'll woo. 
 
 
 
 I was denied a sodger's grave. 
 
 A winsome wee lassie I'll woo ; 
 
 
 
 For I am safe come back again. 
 
 I'll keek in her e'e, an' aiblins may pree 
 The wee hinny blobs o» her mou", her mou'. 
 
 
 
 It's true they've ta'en frae me a kg. 
 
 The wee hinny blobs o' her mou'. 
 
 
 
 But wha for that would mak' a maen ; 
 
 
 
 
 Cheer up your heart, my bonnie Meg, 
 
 A mensefu' wee lassie I'll wale, I'll wale, 
 
 
 
 I've brought a leal heart back again. 
 
 A mensefu' wee lassie I'll wale; 
 An' scud the wee dear ha'e gowpens o* gear. 
 
 
 
 And though the wound it carried smart, 
 
 She'll no be the waur for't, I'se bail, I'se bail. 
 
 
 
 And twitch'd me sair wi' rackin' pain, 
 
 She'll no be the waur for't, I'se bail. 
 
 
 
 Wi' honour's scars I wadna part. 
 
 
 
 
 Kor yet my leg take back again. 
 
 A canty wee lassie I'll wed, I'll wed, 
 A canty wee lassie I'll wed ; 
 
 
 
 Cheer up your heart, since I am here. 
 
 An' when she is mine, I'll busk h«r fu' fine. 
 
 
 
 Wi' smiles your cheek gae deck again ; 
 
 An' a couthie bit life we'll lead/ve'U lead. 
 An' a couthie bit life we'll le/d. 
 
 
 
 Cheer up, my lass, an' dinna fear. 
 
 
 
 Your Donald's safe come back again. 
 
 1 
 
 
 
 Though mony a rattlin* blast has blawn. 
 
 . 
 
 
 
 There's plenty in the stack again. 
 
 
 
 
 My wee lock siller's a' your ain 
 
 
 
 
 Now sin' I'm safe come back again. 
 
 ®|e ^uxUn' o*t 
 
 
 
 Now may the wars for ever cease. 
 
 
 
 
 Your heart nae rnair to rack again ; 
 And may we live in love and peace. 
 Sin' Donald's safe come back again. 
 
 [Written by Burns after an old song, to 
 a tune called " Salt Fish and Dumplings." 
 "Haslock woo"' is the wool shorn from the 
 
 
 
 But should my country call me forth. 
 
 throats of aheep, and is the finest of the fleece.] 
 
 
 
 Her freedom to protect again. 
 
 
 
 
 Claymore in hand, I'd leave the NortJi, 
 
 I coFT a stane o* haslock woo'. 
 
 
 
 If I should ne'er come back again. 
 
 To make a coat to Johnny o't; 
 For Johnny is my only jo. 
 
 
 
 
 I lo'e him best of ony yet. 
 
 The cardin' o't, the spinnin* o't. 
 The warpin' o't, the winnin* o't ; 
 
 
 
 'E'^t Mtz %m^u. 
 
 When ilka ell cost me a groat. 
 The tailor staw the lynin' o't. 
 
 
 
 [Rkv. EnwARD K. Sloan, Domock. — Here 
 
 For though his locks be lyart grey. 
 
 
 
 finit printed.] 
 
 And though his brow be held aboon ; 
 Yet I ha'e seen him on a day 
 
 
 
 A BONNIE wee lassie I ken, I ken. 
 
 The pride of a' the parishen. 
 
 
 
 A. bonnie wee lassie I ken ; 
 
 The cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't. 
 
 
 
 The blink o' her e'e is heaven to me. 
 
 The warpin' o't, the winnin' ot; 
 
 
 
 An* wow ! but she's ane amang ten, amang ten, 
 
 When ilka e!l cost me a groat, 
 
 
 
 An' wow! but she's ane aman*r ten. <j 
 
 ^ The tailor staw the lynin' ot. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 SnoTTISH SONGS. 465 
 
 
 I thought, on the shore I sat wearily mourning, 4« So thou hast wrung this gentle heart. 
 
 
 
 The sun had sunk doun o'er the sea; 
 
 Which in its core was proud to wear thee, 
 
 
 
 I saw Jamie's ship frae the Indies returning. 
 
 Till drooping sick beneath thy art. 
 
 
 
 Wi' flags waving welcome to me. 
 
 It sighing found it could not bear thee. 
 
 
 
 I heard his clear voice in the sang they were 
 
 Adieu, thou faithless fair ! unkind 1 
 
 
 
 singing, — 
 
 Thy falsehood dooms that we must sever ; 
 
 
 
 It cam' through my heart wi' a stound ; 
 
 Thy vows were as the passing wind. 
 
 
 
 The tune o' that sang in my ear is yet ringing; 
 
 That fans the flow'r, then dies for ever. 
 
 
 
 Sae pleasant, sae sweet, was its sound. 
 
 And think not that this gentle heart. 
 
 Though iij its core 'twas proud to wear thee. 
 
 
 
 The sma' boat was lower'd, and they soon cam' to 
 
 Shall longer droop beneath thy art; — 
 
 
 
 landing ;— 
 
 No, cruel fair, it cannot bear thee. 
 
 
 
 How happy we met on the shore ! 
 
 
 
 
 He gaz'd wi' that look that was aye sae com- 
 
 
 
 
 manding. 
 
 
 
 
 And smiled as he aye smiled before. 
 
 i^^PaE^ ^BU^. 
 
 
 
 When press'd to his bosom, how fervent he bless'd 
 
 [Burns.— Tune, "Highlander's Lament."— 
 
 
 
 me! 
 
 The chorus is from an old song, the hero of which. 
 
 
 
 An' spak o' the joys we wad share ; 
 
 according to Mr.Peter Buchan, was a Harry Luins- 
 
 
 
 He said, o'er an* o'er, as he fondly caress'd me. 
 
 dale, who made love to a daughter of the laird of 
 
 
 
 " My Jeannie ! we'll never part mair." 
 
 Knockhaspie. Burns, however, makes his song a 
 
 
 
 How fast fell my tears on his fast-beatiug bosom ' 
 
 Jacobitical one.] 
 
 
 
 I couldna speak to him avai 
 
 My Harry was a gallant gay ; 
 
 
 
 While, sabbingwi' joy that I'd never mair lose 
 
 Fu' stately strode he on the plain ; 
 
 
 
 him, 
 
 But now he's banish 'd far away. 
 
 
 
 I waken'd— and he was awa' ! 
 
 I'll never see him back again. 
 Oh, for him back again ! 
 
 
 
 
 Oh, for him back again ! 
 I wad gi'e a' Knockhaspie's land 
 For Highland Harry back again. 
 
 
 
 1 mm¥h a gem. 
 
 When a' the lave gae to their bed, 
 I wander dowie up the glen , 
 
 
 
 [Written by Tankahii-t,. " Tannahill and 
 
 I sit me down, and greet my fill. 
 
 
 
 Smith," says the poet's latest biographer, Mr. P. 
 
 And aye I wish him back again. 
 
 
 
 i A. Ramsay, " once went on a fishing excursion 
 
 
 
 
 with some acquaintances. The two friends being 
 
 0, were some villains hangit hie. 
 
 
 
 but tyros soon grew weary of lashing the water to no 
 
 And ilka body had their ain. 
 
 
 
 purpose, and separated for a little, each to amuse 
 
 Then I micht see the joyfu' sicht. 
 
 
 
 himself in his own fashion. When Smith rejoined 
 
 My Highland Harry back again. 
 
 
 
 the poet, he was shown this song written with a 
 
 
 
 
 pencil. Tannahill had been occupied observing 
 
 Sad was the day, and sad the hour. 
 
 
 
 a blade of grass bending under the weight of a 
 
 He left me in his native plain. 
 
 
 
 dew-drop, and this trifling object had suggested 
 
 And rush'd his much-wrong'd Prince to join 
 
 
 
 to him the simile embodied in the song."] 
 
 But, oh ! he'll ne'er come back again ! 
 
 
 
 I mark'd a gem of pearly dew. 
 
 Strong was my Harry's arm, in war. 
 
 
 
 While wand'ring near yon misty mountain, 
 
 Unniatch'd in a' Culloden's plain ; 
 
 
 
 Which bore the tender flow'r so low. 
 
 But vengeance marks him for her aln— 
 
 
 
 It dropp'd it off into the fountain. i 
 
 > I'll never see him back again. 
 ^ 2o 
 
 
 
 . 
 
 
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 -laMtMMiaiiaart 
 I* Ika kaawai^* aa II aaa awtac I* «H Ikal Maaa 
 
 aMtoavwtair aMia Mww af aatovBr* 
 
 Mttov. WiMa I law II la Jitoawa, I aAM 
 Mat MMMai la *• Mat, aa« aMa«*« atfMH^ kal 
 ««ll«Baai«akrfaa. la a aoMvy Ural 
 •tototol laakla-dur* I lrtiiaqrl»B< m a IHv 
 pMlMkI laiS MtoalBf a» *• Mtoa ar «M dkamb 
 aWtoliMm p iMna Baa II to» aHh •■ Mi 
 •nrfMwaai feiW«ftaltoM M Hi totaA."] 
 
 OA*ttaf«aMla« 
 Grttaa«h«all 
 
 On'ihnaataatf 
 
 Bark, tiM aavtor avaataf «i«, 
 IkMaAi 
 

 
 1 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. ^^^ 
 
 
 We'll gang doun by Cluden side, ^ Ye powers aboon, -wha made her mine. 
 
 
 Through the hazels spreading wide 
 
 The widow's ae bit lassie, 0, 
 
 
 O'er the waves that sweetly gUde, 
 
 Jly heart wad break gin I should tyne 
 
 
 My bonnie dearie. 
 
 The widow's ae bit lassie, ; 
 Our hearth shall glad the angels' sight. 
 
 
 Yonder Cluden's silent towers. 
 
 The lamp o' love shall lowe sae bright 
 
 
 Where, at moonshine midnight hours. 
 
 On me and her, my soul's delight. 
 
 
 O'er the dewj* budding flowers 
 
 The widow's ae bit lassie, 0. 
 
 
 The fairies dance sae cheerie. 
 
 
 
 Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear: 
 
 
 
 Thou'rt to love and heaven sae dear, 
 
 
 
 Kocht of ill may come thee near. 
 My bonnie dearie. 
 
 ^atjer iu. 
 
 
 Fair and lovely as thou art. 
 
 [Written by Robert Gilfillam for Buma's 
 
 
 Thou hast stoun my very heart; 
 
 Anniversary. Set to music by Peter Macleod, 
 
 
 I can die— but canna part. 
 
 in his " Original Melodies of Scotland."] 
 
 
 My bonnie dearie. 
 
 Gather in, gather in, ane an' a', ane an' a', . 
 
 
 
 Gather in, gather in, ane an' a" ; 
 The night, ever dear, claims a cup and a tear 
 
 
 ^it MUW^ M hit %mii>u. 
 
 To the memory of Burns that's awa ! 
 Auld Scotland's had bards ane or twa, ane or twa, 
 Auld Scotland's had bards ane or twa, 
 
 
 [Thomas C. Latto.— Tune, " My only jo and 
 
 But the minstrel that sang CoUa's wUd braes 
 
 
 dearie, 0."— Here first printed.] 
 
 amang. 
 Oh ! he was the sweetest of a'. 
 
 
 
 Oh ! he was the sweetest of a'. 
 
 
 On Kenly banks sae grassy, 0, 
 
 
 
 Wha cam' to bless my waitin' een ? 
 
 He came like the flow'rets that blaw, that blaw. 
 
 
 The widow's ae bit lassie, 0. 
 
 He came like the flow'rets that blaw ; 
 
 
 She Drak my qloamin -dream sae sweet. 
 
 But his bright opening spring, nae summer did 
 
 
 Just whar the wimplin' burnies meet: 
 
 bring. 
 
 
 The smother'd laugh,— I flew to greet 
 
 For soon, soon he faded awa'. 
 
 
 The widow's ae bit lassie, 0. 
 
 But short though he sang 'mang us a', 'mang us a'. 
 But short though he sang 'mang us a', 
 
 
 They glintit slee,— the moon and she. 
 
 His name from our heart will never depart. 
 
 
 The widow's ae bit lassie, 0, 
 
 And his fame it shall ne'er fade awa'. 
 
 
 On tremblin' stream an' trembUn' me, 
 
 And hia fame it shall ne'er fade awa". 
 
 
 She is a dear wee lassie, 0. 
 
 
 
 How rapture's pulse was beating fast, 
 
 
 
 As Mary to my heart I clasp't. 
 
 
 
 bliss divine,— owre sweet to last. 
 
 
 
 I've kiss'd the dear bit lassie, 0. 
 
 1 kmm ^^uV^ mme ^*£t Um, 
 
 
 She nestled close, like croodlin' doo, 
 
 
 
 The widow's ae bit lassie, 0, 
 
 [Rfv. Thomas Brydson of Levem church, Een- 
 
 
 My cheek to hers, syne mou' to mou'. 
 
 frewshire.— Air, " 0, wat ye wha's in yon town."] 
 
 
 The widow's ae bit lassie, ; 
 
 
 
 Unto my breast again, again, 
 
 I KKNNA what's come ower him. 
 
 
 I prest her guileless heart sae fain. 
 
 He's no the lad he used to l>e ; 
 
 
 Sae blest we're baith, now she's my ain. 
 
 I kenna what's come owcr him. 
 
 
 The widow's ae bit lassie, 0. ^ 
 
 ; The blythe blink has left his e'e. 
 
 — 
 
 ' 1 
 
4ft8 
 
 Bb ncrat fiMk* wtom taO- 
 I wttk tiMt to wmM MDflt atate 
 
 ▲• wofd o' mhM ao«ld BMk* him cM } 
 Bat aoe.al«vw]r word I Mr. 
 
 I tirink b* oBly looki BM^ Md. 
 Th* iMt IfaM I gMd •• tto Mr. 
 
 Wl'Wmitv'tWh 
 
 I'm «M «D «• ito AM M llM^ 
 
 I>« miMr Wmit MW ha^ ■ 
 
 Ba^ BO tiM lad to «Mi la to} 
 
 9be caulb tointf r'» gtne. 
 
 rWouAs TBAOk— Air. •* Mm Aai— la mt 
 
 M'-BMaiialyritoiA.] 
 
 Tn aaiaM aariU vtatH^ IBB^ toi^ 
 
 Tto Mali ali* If tto rfMW} 
 Bat «d Ml b aqr tfowli toan. 
 rtofBHaitfaiM*! 
 
 n. iii n iii l a>rji|»MaMMf^ 
 •HvMlltowtoaiatMMi 
 
 9fM to 4f land. 
 
 (Bar. BanT 8L IcaanA. Ma^lrBrtv 
 
 Ovaa li tto toi« affaltoit kMfbw 
 
 Tto told •rieva^ tow, 
 Tto hhad of ito ■laatela >«■, 
 
 Bai «M «r f1i«ara toM I 
 TtoBwuw 
 
 IMaitoatoaa^a 
 
 Ortovaagliriai 
 
 Oara li ito toil ar lOtoil toMta. 
 Tto Im4 af toMar^ giBMa. 
 
 Wto» maaMi af toiw ttoB aa^» tifH, 
 
 AatattoAgpaiaailyat 
 
 ^8 MtMuI Jbmtbo^. 
 
 WaiTTaa tgr Jom M AcatAaaia. atfltn 
 DaaMH OmiIv. IH le MMla Iv P 
 
 ■ Mlttor>««irtobM«.la«a. I Wnnr daf «hIIb1i« gMi tf» ««!, 
 
 todMamaaMmaaadiaa. Aad ««aiy latoac wateMM laM. 
 
 tolli«i«analikKl«fa, | HawUgmrtomfchbliinluto- 
 
 Amdtfmf 
 Ait O ! tto wMfjr toan, tava, 
 
 Ttor wadaa Am ava. 
 Aad tliir to^ torn* ma Botte tat di^ 
 
 ^faa jia to>i tow awa*. 
 
 Tto 
 Btofti 
 
 WrMBl«MllBtto«% 
 
 ' ^ ■ « —i> nti 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 4gQ 
 
 
 My fair, my faithful somebody, ^ 0, sweet in memory are tlie flowers 
 
 
 
 My fair, my faitiiful somebody. 
 
 That blossom't round the spot,— 
 
 t 
 
 
 "When sages, with their precepts show. 
 
 I never hear sic music noo. 
 
 
 
 Perfection is unknown below. 
 
 As swell't the wild bird's note. 
 
 
 
 They mean, except in somebody. 
 
 The tremblin* licht amang the leaves— 
 
 
 
 Her lovely looks, sae kind and gay. 
 
 The licht and the shadows seen— 
 
 
 
 Are sweeter than the smiles of day. 
 
 I think of them and Eleanor, 
 
 
 
 And milder than the morn of May 
 
 Her voice and love-fill'd een. 
 
 
 
 That beams on bonnie somebody. 
 
 
 
 
 My fair, &c. 
 
 0, Po'k-head wood is bonnie. 
 
 When the leaves are in their prime ; 
 
 
 
 •Twas but last eve, when wand'ring here. 
 
 0, Po'k-head wood is bonnie. 
 
 
 
 We heard the cushat cooing near. 
 
 In the tunefu' summer time. 
 
 
 
 I softly whisper'd in her ear. 
 
 
 
 
 " He woos, like me, his somebody." 
 
 
 
 
 My lair, &c. 
 
 
 
 
 With crimson cheek the fair replied. 
 
 
 
 
 "As seasons change, he'll change his bride; 
 But death alone can e'er divide 
 From me the heart of somebody." 
 
 % Mvin^r^ mjsmc. 
 
 
 
 My fair, &c. 
 
 Ba loo! my bonnie lammie. 
 
 
 
 Enrapt I answer'd, " Maid divine. 
 
 An' I'll sing you a bit sangj 
 
 
 
 Thy mind's a model fair for mine; 
 
 An' I'll tak' tent, my hinny, 
 
 
 
 And here I swear I'll but resign 
 
 That naething sail you wrang. 
 
 
 
 With life the love of somebody." 
 
 Your wee bit bed is saft an' warm. 
 
 
 
 My fair, &c. 
 
 For it was made by me , 
 An' ye are lyin' safe frae harm 
 
 
 
 
 Aneath a mither's e'e. 
 
 
 
 fi«j'fe4iea^ mm"^. 
 
 Ba loo ! my sweet wee dawtie. 
 This is your time o' spring. 
 When a' is sweet, an' fresh, an' pure— 
 
 
 
 [Rev. Thomas Brydson.— Po'k-head is a local 
 
 Nae guilt the heart to sting. 
 
 
 
 contraction for Pollock-head, a wood on the 
 
 
 
 
 estate of Sir John Maxwell of PoUock, Bart, in 
 
 An' safe at hame abide ; 
 
 
 
 Eenfrewshire.] 
 
 An' still uphaud by virtuous deeds 
 A mither's honest pride 1 
 
 
 
 O Po'K-HKAD wood is bonnic. 
 
 
 
 
 When the leaves are in their prime ; 
 
 Ba loo ! ye laughin' rogie ! 
 
 
 
 0, Po'k-head wood is bonnie. 
 
 Ye ha'e your daddie's e'e. 
 
 
 
 In the tunefu' summer time. 
 
 Bae sparklin' an' sae winsome— 
 His glance, sae sweet and slee. 
 
 
 
 Up spake the brave Sir Archibald— 
 
 Like him aye may ye grow, till meet 
 
 
 
 A comely man to see— 
 
 To mingle amang men ; 
 
 
 
 •Twas there I twined a bower o' the birk 
 
 But his sair toils an' sorrows 
 
 
 
 For my true love and me. 
 
 I pray you ne'er may ken ! 
 
 
 
 The hours they lichtsomely did glide. 
 
 Sleep soun', my winsome laddie . 
 
 
 
 When we twa linger't there; 
 
 Your daddie 's on the sea- 
 
 
 
 Nae human voices but our ain 
 
 He 's toilin' late an' early 
 
 
 
 To break the summer air. ^ 
 
 f For bread to you an' me. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
470 
 
 Wl'l 
 
 k0' whM 1 hmr tb* iMa* M 
 I'm Mte to awMf wl* ftv. 
 
 
 4^ niiAMOTrM 
 
 IlooktoAMakoMi 
 
 Aa'UflllteM 
 
 
 Mjr borate OadM. Vllk. ra* Oni 
 T* bvm «Im« KMT at toMriH*, 
 
 T«t Ikof ftw ywv pMB kMki rii Mfw, 
 Mj HMri avaf aovM Mf%r kt itfiMi 
 
 ▲a*h 
 
 WkakMii« 
 
 "In " > 
 
 As* tigks to »• i^ito «lik IhM. 
 
 T« toaty > toi ni— tt 
 
 TMrildM«l'«lMi«f« 
 
 Or kUtUy M ynr «ldM« M»«i 
 Aa* ili« MM tMllM tenM M* h»%i 
 B«r boartoM 4|k« aa* BW«r «a% I 
 
 I «r tar MMatolM. Unk aa* kirh t 
 • •fnoaljoyt 
 
 Td foa ttw 4aritot Ikf 
 
 TiMUAa* 
 
 Oatfad^a 
 
 TkwwiMa^iilliKlw 
 
 Itiiilajr •vvatat*" av* tk» 
 port,-wnaarinan«rtoaM— aailaaqrlwad, 
 vrWa. torataf ay * AUmi Wator.* * What acja* 
 ton AaD *• IMM Nfaal.* te. M Ik* wsiite ap- 
 piarit to aw raitor a a aar lky af •» la* aa air, 
 I Ml aa4 latod aaito *a dMkto afaa «M ttara, 
 W 1 wNto aaa to «M 4to aManMb*n 
 
 Us flllan ibtttam. 
 
 rw, 
 
 Tka wto<i —to ■kh|i^<^ iiiiik 
 Tka faSaw aara toto Wvtof naty t 
 
 I ■ iiiB^ i toalaiaratoaB, 
 Aa4 toii^laafiaikiil pliiiiiii aw 
 
 Aa4ayalkt am airiaakwawuir- 
 O, «aatr ^ 1 iMa «M, AaalBl 
 
 O, kapff to Ika vaaiMaa kaanrt 
 Kaa alfMly bati* Mk* Maartai 
 
 Var avar aavtaw atota Ika kaar, 
 Tka ptoaa aai Ikw I BMt agr «tofla I 
 
 ^t^ll 
 
 Tka a> ar a^ «av, aa aa^v dwaM w««r. 
 
 Tka kaaat i^ V>ta«>i Mw pHaareto toaai 
 
 Tka aaaaMTiafa Ika flaato to Mlav . 
 Haw ikmli, Iktw^k tor riiuH-ali^ if, 
 
 la aatoan to tor aaada oTyaOaapl 
 Bat aaa Ifef aMM Hm ftoati« ktovl. 
 
 Or akata llw aoal to faaakhto piMHNb 
 Or ikroafk aaak avto ika mpton <■«» 
 
 Uto aaNlkw tor, aar haaato* iMHiMr 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 4^1 
 
 Flue I®W itjee, Uhe* 
 
 [Alkxakdhr Hums.— Here printed for the first time.] 
 
 I'VB loved thee, love, lang, I've loved thee, love, deep; 
 
 1 love thee awake, love, I love thee asleep ; 
 
 AMiile I think, while I feel, while I smile, while I weep, 
 
 By day, or by night, or in dream ! 
 Though never by me, love, your praise has been sung, 
 Though never love told you were charming and young. 
 You dwell in my heart, love, and not on my tongue. 
 
 And there are you dweller supreme. 
 
 Great nature boasts not, love, the depth of her hoards. 
 
 The air never tells of the life it affords. 
 
 The sun gives its light, love, and utters no words; 
 
 Now sun and air surely are true. 
 My eyes cannot look, love, my lips cannot tell. 
 The tide of my heart in its ebb or its swell ; 
 I cannot let others see how I love well. 
 
 Yet still do I worship but you. 
 
 ®|)e ^nU 1©ictg«^taM* 
 
 [Jambs Parker.— Here printed for the first time.] 
 
 It stretches o'er the castle-bum, whar three farms march. 
 An' a weel-kent trystin' place o' play was its auld broken arch; — 
 The bumie is but sma', an' arch it has but ane — 
 Though arch it canna wcel be ca'd — a braid flag-stane. 
 
 But there 's nae brig sae dear to me as the auld brig-stane ! 
 
 But yet it had a buirdly look, some score o* years ago. 
 An' the wee burn seemed a river then, as it rowed down below ,- 
 An' a bauld bairn was he, in the merry days lang gane, 
 Wha walded through an' through 'aneath this auld brig-stane — 
 O ! there's nae brig that e'er I saw like the auld brig-stane ! 
 
 Though brigs o' stately mason-wark I've been out o'er since then. 
 An' aqueducts an' viaducts o'er river an' o'er glen ; 
 There's nane, amang them a', I'd gang sae far to see, again, 
 As the first my wee feet toddled on — the auld brig-stane — 
 For there's nae brig sae dear to me as the auld brig-stane. 
 
 O ! childhood is a pleasant time ; — 'tis then when ilka joy 
 That comes an' gangs, flees o'er our head begirt wl' nae alloy. 
 An' lichtly as the simmer clud sae passes a' its pain. 
 O ! my life's simmer morn was spent by the auld brig-stane, 
 An' that's the way I loe't sae weel— the auld brig-stane. 
 
473 
 
 9^f Voitmic 8Bff SSifllt. 
 
 . BvMOk— H«M atsl |»ta«i4«-Alr. •■ Mi». M'DmM.*] 
 M T boufe «<M wllt^ Vm «Mli* to iHm «m^-> 
 T» l«v« tbM MM iMMly ■•• Ikr. Atf tet at( 
 
 riiniT nl|tl ' I •nirTiili inw lB g, 
 
 TkM. O ay 4Mr wMi, Ww tefVf wiTB tab 
 n* BliM It li mmM. M* «w «i*f 4N||h M* «nMy. 
 
 All aalm leafei wrii-hMr oMi db* to ahMrfi^ 
 ffW vMl MMB *i toB «tot I'M pMtoi ftM Am. 
 
 Ofcfwiiltoto— fllMllilwtiti<Mri <jt 
 
 As* «M li Am Wid ilMt rfli dilfpl^ alM* . 
 Tto plitfMi tkiy M» sMkhw-ttolr «M* Mft I 
 
 Ttoitotto<iiii IfcitoHltoOttoi 
 
 Ite HM* to llM Md. Mi tf» IgM to Ik 
 
 Ttotodtottol l n i ■i lfcWH totoyt 
 
 MMat ••■■■§ Ib « 
 
 ■ Ifcl— IlllllllBg, 
 
 ■ifMatfM « • totoHw «Hdi totoi 
 
 t MM pwMM krftoc •«■» a^ Ihgr I 
 
 Tto Ums Am Ihy «to«k ««M lkM*»« *tofeiiW «r iw i 
 
 r «M tor kak «lMB *• Mrfltat Ml kf tof di*. 
 
 •<M«t «wi tor Mtoh «to« ito pramdHi to to aif Mi^ 
 •vwtor Ito Mtok ar tor towlr MMk •%. 
 
 I tor Miy lyi, amv aya a«* 4 
 J tor to aqr t iaan aart aya as' SMn aplBi 
 
 Bat wtoa tor kna Aaa 017 toaom ihm tato acahi. 
 t iHhM fcr Ito Mtaik iT tor toaal* Uaah •'•b 
 
 Mb llMagk toy Hnte* to. «tot io]r li M a* to ■>*. 
 t thwaifc aiy toddta', aaa plMww Is t ava to aaa. 
 
 1 ritk kr Ito dfto a^ tor toBBla Uarii a%w 
 III arari Mib «■» *M Btoar awb aBM a^ B 
 
 Itaalii, coBM aa4 «• Bif pato, aa^v aaa I aa tor a 
 rflfM a* tor toBBit toMk a^ 
 
®^t %u^% of Malkclmgk, 
 
 [The heioine of this much-admired production 
 was Miss Wilhelmina Alexander, sister of Claud 
 Alexander, Esq. of Ballochmyle, a beautiful estate 
 on the banks of the Ayr, about two miles from 
 Mossgiel. Burns himself selves the following 
 account of the composition of this song, in a let- 
 ter which he addressed to Miss Alexander. The 
 letter is dated 18th November, 1786, although the 
 piece was written in July. " I had roved out as 
 chance directed, in the favourite haunts of my 
 muse, on the banks of the Ayr, to view nature in 
 all the gayety of the vernal year. The evening 
 sun was flaming over the distant western hills : 
 net a breath stirred the crimson opening blossom, 
 or the verdant spreading leaf. It was a golden 
 moment for a poetic heart. I listened to the 
 feathered warblers, pouring their harmony on 
 every hand, with a congenial kindred regard, and 
 frequently turned out of my path, lest I should 
 disturb tiieir little songs, or frighten them to 
 another station. Surely, said I to myself, he 
 must bo a wretch indeed, who, regardless of your 
 harmonious endeavours to please him, can eye 
 jour elusive flights to discover your secret recesses, 
 and to rob you of all the property nature gives 
 you, your dearest comforts, your helpless nest- 
 lings. Even the hoary hawthorn twig that shot 
 across the way, what heart but at such a time 
 must have been interested in its welfare, and 
 wished it preserved from the rudely-browsing 
 cattle, or the withering eastern blast? Such 
 was the scene — and such the hour, when, in a 
 comer of my prospect, I spied one of the fairest 
 pieces of nature's workmanship that ever crowned 
 a poetic landscape, or met a poet's eye: those 
 visionary bards excepted who hold commerce 
 with aerial beings! Had calumny and villany 
 taken my walk, they had at that moment sworn 
 eternal peace with such an object. What an 
 hour of inspiration for a poet! It would have 
 raised plain, dull, historic prose into metaphor 
 and measure ! The inclosed song was the work 
 of my return home ; and perhaps it but poorly 
 answers what might have been expected from 
 such a scene." — The lady unfortunately did not 
 answer the poet's letter, probably deterred by 
 maidenly modesty or the advice of relations from 
 eiitermg into correspondence with one who, at^ 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 473 
 
 ^ this particular period, and in this locality, was 
 suffering under an equivocal reputation for incon- 
 tinence of speech and behaviour. The direct ob- 
 ject of Burns's letter is said to have been to obtain 
 Miss Alexander's permission to print the verses, 
 but we cannot well understand how her permission 
 was requisite, seeing that the verses, though cer- 
 tainly highly personal, are far from being libellous. 
 — Be that as it may,Bum8was somewhat chagrined 
 at her silence — a silence, which in after years no 
 one more deeply regretted than the lady herself, 
 who to this day (for she is still (1843) alive) pre- 
 serves the original poem and letter with affec- 
 tionate and proud solicitude. — " The Lass of Bal- 
 lochmyle" was first composed to the old tune of 
 " Ettrick Banks," but has been since set to other 
 tunes, such as " Johnnie's Grey Breeks," " Miss 
 Forbes' Farewell to Banff," &c.] 
 
 •TwAs even, — the dewy fields were green. 
 
 On ilka blade the pearls hang ; 
 The zephyr wanton'd round the bean. 
 
 And bore its fragrant sweets aJang 
 In ev'ry glen the mavis sang : 
 
 All nature lisfning seem'd the while. 
 Except where greenwood echoes rang, 
 
 Amang the braes o' Ballochmyle. 
 
 With careless step I onward stray'd. 
 
 My heart rejoiced in nature's joy ; 
 "When, musing in a lonely glade, 
 
 A maiden fair I chanced to spy : 
 Her look was like the morning's eye. 
 
 Her air like nature's vernal smile ; 
 Perfection whisper'd, passing by. 
 
 Behold the lass o* Ballochmyle ! 
 
 Fair is the mom in flowery May, 
 
 And sweet is night in Autumn mild. 
 When roving through the garden gay. 
 
 Or wand'Hng in the lonely wild ; 
 But woman, nature's darling child ! 
 
 There all her charms she does compile; 
 Even there her other works are foil'd, 
 
 By the bonnie lass o' Ballochmyle. 
 
 Oh, had she been a country maid. 
 
 And I the happy country swain. 
 Though shelter'd in the lowest shed 
 
 That ever rose on Scotland's plain I 
 Through weary winter's wind and rain. 
 
 With joy, with rapture, I would toil; 
 And nightly to my bosom strain 
 
 The bonnie lass o' Ballochmyle. 
 
474 
 
 Then prid* amiit elfanb tht dlpp^ rtMf^ 
 
 When flune and taoooon lofty thfaMt 
 And tUnt of gold Blgfat tempt tbt dM9^ 
 
 Or downwwd dig tb* Indtam mia». 
 Oiv* nM th* oot bdofw tb» pla«» 
 
 TO tend the ikNks, or tm th» nil. 
 And flT*i7 day havo Jogra dMaa, 
 
 Wl' tho bonnk laat o* Ballo^BVla. 
 
 ® s< ^f^B i^^^' 
 
 [ Warrrin* bj Ocoaoa RoaaaTNai, and Mag at 
 tha ealabcatlon of Bt. Aadraw la th« dtjr oT Ba- 
 itBlfflO.] 
 
 Oalyoi 
 
 Whllat happy 
 
 And onlla apoo tb* Joyow nigbu 
 r.«l^ drink ov diap o^ bwtej b*«a, 
 
 ThOOgbOMM 
 
 ftU-r. 
 To «Mb l«a tad wt* knud knaa. 
 And boaala Um amang tiw 
 
 Sont cr tba Gad I wha m^'v bnM boM 
 Tha kaaa te ftkwn en Mm' or Ibo^ 
 
 Whoaa baam baoi blold waa ovw i^*a* 
 In flrMdomi aaaaa, tbroivh ««nl and woa. 
 Lat^ drink ow diap, *«w 
 
 Tba Boman angla B0« aonld NMb 
 
 Tba baatb-orown'd moutalao V tha ft«oi 
 
 And Snglaadi lion bnokward Ivnid 
 
 Wl' bluldy mana and MahM a^ 
 
 Tb«n let as drink, 9m, 
 
 O' dayalang eTne, let biatery Ml 
 
 How broad daymort 
 On cow'ring tyranta 
 
 How triomph'd that 
 Then let tu drink, te. 
 
 Fraa pola to pole, fraa ava to eaa; 
 
 Scotia i to tbee tha mead la paid. 
 The brave example take by tbee. 
 
 And beaaty ncatlee In the plaid. 
 Then horeH a health In barley brae, fro. 
 
 And herra to a* wbn ditnk lUa olik^ 
 Aad kertiB to thooi Iharfe ferr 8«ar, 
 Aa«M*liJ«Mi«pmi 
 AbatoparlB - - 
 
 nratmv by Baeroa « aaaaa. Mi tfH 
 prtatod la "The Bto." BAabaqth, ITIL Tiw 
 •Ir li veiy oM. aad and to ba anc I 
 
 »Usb aw • '■ " 
 
 Uenleaa 
 
 •* la 8h» tt to aaap Iko hoaaa, 
 
 U aha M to a«p iha kaaii^ 
 
 Mybev TbMV^ 
 She ii jaal ae tt tr> aeop tta b 
 A« llw eat to tak* a noaail 
 Aad prt dM n bat a yoaag fk 
 
 XevaaawftaalMrtoi 
 
 WaAa ha> ya boaa ac day* 
 Myboy.Tbauay^ 
 a kf k 
 
 Aadwharialya« 
 
 Mybay.TMHagr? 
 Igatbardawata j iaii i fcoeto. 
 
 WteltoMyatothe 
 
 My boy. - 
 I 
 
 I pna^A M all, aa ya May Iroerl— 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 475 
 
 
 I held her to my beating heart, ^ 
 My young, my smiling laminie ! 
 
 ■ CapiafE ^Htm'^ Eameimit. 
 
 
 
 I ha'e a house, it cost me dear. 
 
 
 
 
 I've wealth o' plenishen and gear; 
 
 
 
 
 Yc'so get it a*, were't ten Umes mair. 
 
 of the old school first appeared in Blackwood's 
 
 
 
 Gin ye will leave your mammy. 
 
 Magazine for September, 1819, and its authorship 
 is generally ascribed, we believe with truth, to J. 
 
 
 
 The smile gaed afif her bonnie face— 
 
 6. LocKHART. Captain Paton was a real per- 
 
 
 
 I maunna leavu my mammy. 
 
 sonage, and lived for many years with two maiden 
 
 
 
 She's gien me meat, she's gien me claes. 
 
 sisters in a tenement of his own opposite the 
 
 
 
 She's been my comfort a' my days:— 
 
 Old Exchange, Glasgow. His title of Captain he 
 
 
 
 My father's death brought monie waes— 
 
 claimed from a commission which he held in a 
 
 
 
 I canna leave my mammy. 
 
 regiment that had been raised in Scotland for 
 the Dutch service. His death took place on the 
 
 
 
 We'll tak' her hame and mak' her fain. 
 
 30th of July, 1807, at the age of 68. Mr. Lock- 
 
 
 
 My ain kind-hearted lammie. 
 
 hart's description of him is said by those who re- 
 
 
 
 We'll gi'e her meat, we'll gi'e her claise. 
 
 member " the venerable beau" to be accurate as 
 
 
 
 We'll be her comfort a' her days. 
 
 it is graphic. In an old view of the Trongate of 
 
 
 
 The wee thing gi'es her hand, and says- 
 
 Glasgow, the captain is seen picking his way with 
 
 
 
 There ; gang and ask my mammy. 
 
 his rattan across the street, which proves that he 
 was in his own day, before the poet immortalized 
 
 
 
 Has she been to the kirk wi' thee, 
 
 him, a somewhat noted personage. The " Wynd 
 
 
 
 My boy. Tammy ? 
 
 Kirk," mentioned in the last verse but two, al- 
 
 
 
 She has been to the kirk wi' me. 
 
 though situated in a narrow lane of Glasgow, was. 
 
 
 
 And the tear was in her e'e ; 
 
 in the captain's day, the most feshionable place of 
 
 
 
 For ! she's but a young thing. 
 
 worship in the town. In 1809, Dr. Porteous and 
 
 
 
 Just come frae her mammy. 
 
 his congregation there transferred themselves to 
 an elegant new church built for them, called St. 
 George's. Captain Paton, it seems, was not in 
 
 
 
 
 reality buried " by the Ram 's-hom -kirk," now St. 
 David's, as stated in the ballad, but in the High 
 Church burying ground.] 
 
 
 
 ®|? mut hhu* 
 
 Touch once more a sober measure. 
 And let punch and tears be shed. 
 
 
 
 [James Parker.— Here first printed.] 
 
 For a prince of good old fellows, 
 That, alack-a-day ! is dead ; 
 
 
 
 ! couLD'sT thou for a moment look 
 
 For a prince of worthy fellows. 
 
 
 
 Within this heart o' mine ; 
 
 And a pretty man also. 
 
 
 
 An' there peruse, as in a book. 
 
 That has left the Saltmarkct 
 
 
 
 Ilk' feeling's secret sign ; 
 
 In sorrow, grief, and woe — 
 
 
 
 It couldna— wouldna but reveal 
 
 Oh ! we ne'er shaU see the like of Captain Paton 
 
 
 
 Its deepest thought to thee ; 
 
 no mo'e ! 
 
 
 
 Then only— only could'st thou feel 
 
 
 
 
 How dear thou art to me. 
 
 His waistcoat, coat, and breeches. 
 Were all cut off the same web. 
 
 
 
 It ne'er could be by look or sigh 
 
 Of a beautiful snuflf- colour. 
 
 
 
 
 Or a modest genty drab ; 
 
 
 
 The fond deep love that fervently 
 
 The blue stripe in his stocking 
 
 
 
 Is throbbin' in my breast, — 
 
 Bound his neat slim leg did go. 
 
 
 
 Although uncherish'd and unblest 
 
 And his ruffles of the cambric fine 
 
 
 
 Wi' kindred flame in thine— 
 
 They were whiter than the snow— | 
 
 
 
 Like angel holiness imprest 
 
 1 Oh ! we ne'er shall see the like of Captain Pator. 
 
 
 
 Upon some earthly shrine. < 
 
 J, no mo'e ! 
 
 
 
476 
 
 i\t AaaitaiaBtt»fkMk 
 
 In dirtjr tell te pkhii wdl 
 Htot 
 
 Ohi ToaM 
 OntlMil 
 
 ▲iMlott«a«Hta«llM« 
 
 latte 
 
 How Mid lh«i «po 
 
 HtloHMawtodlM, 
 Od • bantaf aad a wMo« ifcap 
 
 Wbleh hli nwid dmnd VH7 iMt 
 Tbm «M alw a llttto MahMif 
 
 Aad a boCtto of noawhaaa, 
 WbWi b«twMB OM aad Ite OipMhi 
 
 PMMd BlmMy to and tro— 
 
 Or if a bowl WM hwiiHooJ^ 
 
 TlM <kptain h« wooM rtaig , 
 And bid NcUy ran to tht WaH-port, 
 
 ▲ad a ttoup of water bffaf i 
 ThOD woald bo mis tbo goaatoo Muff 
 
 A« €tit^ mado It long ago. 
 With IhnM ttat on hio pi op wij 
 
 In TrteMad did grow^ 
 : wo now itma taote tho Ukt of 
 Patenl poaA no Be>il 
 
 ▲ad la iplto of aB tkat CtaclMa 
 
 ▲ad CMdadalo aMM da, 
 llwaaplala,>aai l i n Bl H pw |Hn i 
 
 Tbai d«rtk wna la Mi Tinr I 
 
 JalaaniadMfM,>d|ybma. 
 
 ▲ad M paa* aad tMR bo Aod, 
 Flor thk prtaw oTfOOd oU Mlewo, 
 
 That, alMk<a-day I b dMd . 
 For thio prtooo or worthy Mtowo 
 
 ▲adapMttTtoi 
 TlMtteMlthoa 
 
 For It BO'w daJl wm m Mh» <f Oif lala Vatm 
 aonM%l 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. ^tjf^ 
 
 
 4 
 
 • Thus then let us a' be tassing 
 
 Affour stoups o' gen 'reus flame; 
 An' while roun' the board 'tis passing. 
 
 
 
 ^u*i ^t ^tm. 
 
 Raise a sang in friendship's name. 
 Frien'ship mak's us a' mair happy. 
 
 
 
 I A iH , " Ha'e ye seen In the calm dewy mornin'."] 
 
 Frien'ship gi'es us a' delight , 
 Frien'ship consecrates the drappie, 
 
 
 
 Ha'k ye seen in the chill-fa'in' gloamin' 
 
 Frien'ship brings us here to-night. 
 
 
 
 The wild rose, sae droopin' and pale. 
 
 Happy we've been a' thegither. 
 
 
 
 Revive in the smile o' the mornin' 
 
 Happy we've been yin and a'. 
 
 
 
 And breathe a' its sweets on the gale :— 
 
 Time shall find us a' the blither. 
 
 
 
 Sae I ha'e aft seen the sad bosom 
 
 When we rise to gang awa'. 
 
 
 
 By gloomy despondency prest. 
 
 
 
 
 Hevive at the saft voice o' friendship. 
 
 
 
 
 And hush a' its sorrows to rest. 
 
 
 
 
 Sae aft, by the world forsaken, 
 
 I've seen the worn countenance smile. 
 
 ®|ieg*^ie a' t^ai^lBg mi?* 
 
 
 
 Wi' light that had long been extinguish'd. 
 
 
 
 
 An' joy that had beam'd to beguile. 
 
 [Words by Kirby.— Music by Latour.] 
 
 
 
 O ever, on life's changin' journey. 
 
 
 
 
 Be mine the sweet duty to shed. 
 
 WHA is he I lo'e sae weel ? 
 
 
 
 The timely refreshin' o' friendship 
 
 Wha has my heart an' a' ? 
 
 
 
 On the droopin' an' desolate head ! 
 
 wha is he ? 'tis sair to tell— 
 
 
 
 J. M. 
 
 He's o'er the seas awa'. 
 Tliere's Charlie, he's a sodger lad. 
 
 And, Davie, blythe is he. 
 And Willie, in his tartan plaid. 
 
 They're a' a' teasing me. 
 
 
 
 ^^fm ^^i^^uup 
 
 they're a' tease teasing, 
 
 They're a' a' teasing me. 
 They're a' tease teasing. 
 
 
 
 [This song is attributed to Burns, but with- 
 
 they're a' a' teasing me. 
 
 
 
 out much certainty.] 
 
 There's Carl, the chief o' Daftne glen. 
 
 
 
 Here around the ingle bleezing. 
 
 And he has land and store. 
 
 
 
 Wha sae happy and sae free ; 
 
 With flowery mead, and shady fen. 
 
 
 
 Though the northern wind blaws fireezing. 
 
 And siller o'er and o'er. 
 
 
 
 Frien'ship warms baith you and me. 
 
 Quoth he, sweet lass, I'll marry thee, 
 
 
 
 Happy we are a' thegither, 
 
 (Yestreen in yonder shaw,) 
 
 
 
 Happy we'll be yin an' a'. 
 
 And thou my ain true bride shall l)e. 
 
 
 
 Time shall see us a' the blither 
 
 And queen o' Daftne ha'. 
 
 
 
 Ere we rise to gang awa'. 
 
 they're a', &c. 
 
 
 
 See the miser o'er his treasure 
 
 But when my Jamie comes again. 
 
 
 
 Gloating wi' a greedy e'e! 
 
 Young Carl will then descrj- 
 
 
 
 Can he feel the glow o' pleasure 
 
 That siller is but empty gain, 
 
 
 
 That around us here we see ? 
 
 To hearts no gowd can buy. 
 My Jamie's brave, my Jamie's braw, 
 
 
 
 Can the peer, in silk and ermine. 
 
 My Jamie's a' to me. 
 
 
 
 Ca' his conscience half his own : 
 
 And though his siller store be siiia , 
 
 
 
 His claes are spun an' edged wi' vermin. 
 
 Yet married we will be. 
 
 
 
 Though he stan' afore a throne ! ^ 
 
 } For they're a', &o. 
 
 
 ■ 
 
«76 
 
 •OOTTlflB SOKOflL 
 
 ii Sir Bvaa Dim, and hh ■ 
 
 ItilliectanltU. 
 
 [Kit,LiKC»AirKiK toapMifai tt* V«fftfl BIfll* 
 UodR, where, on th* Vth J«ly. 1MB, m tat Ut 
 WM fooght betwaeo Um lonm «f ktait WIUiuB 
 the third, aadcr gciMna Ibekaj, Mid tka H%h- 
 huid dana who adhartd to ktnt ttmm, maiUr 
 viMOttBt DoadM (Oraham of Ol aiw t o— ,) Um 
 
 dala, and hi* daath pwMntod tkMB htm taktof 
 advaataca oT thalr vtetaty.] 
 
 OtATsaaaadUt 
 
 Who, batof itoat, fava waomf a ik 
 Tha laA bi«aa to aiaw, IhM. 
 
 KTi' mony • ftarfti* Wavy ilgh. 
 Tha lada tafBB to ilB», IkM. 
 
 Tbqr got thilr fiAi wt* aaddM atadto. 
 
 Whloh, to tlMir friar Ibif aaw, toaa t 
 Wl' dtakan^laakHa awarlMr arawB^ 
 
 Tha lada bi«BB to li', tkM. 
 
 Bar 1««^ i^hnrt, tar *lppM abaiU, 
 
 ▲ad flaaf ava^ Iham a% BMB I 
 Tha XnglUh MadM toi bivkM hMdi^ 
 
 Tbiir flnmm lava alaawi la twa, 4toa 
 Tha dark and door mada thak lM4 hoar. 
 
 And provad thab flaal At', mani 
 Thajr thoeht tha davll had baoa thaia. 
 
 That pla^d tham aie a pa*, nan. 
 
 Tha Solamn Laagaa and Oorraant 
 
 Quit* whiggiag ap tha hill, niaa i 
 Tbocht Highland trawa dw«t not faAM 
 
 Fur to aabaeriba thair bOl, thani 
 In Wiillet nama. thay thoeht naa ana 
 
 Darat atop thaIr eooraa mt a', man ; 
 But her^n^n^aell, wl* mony a knock, 
 
 Griad, Fortoh, WhlRB, a«a', nma. 
 
 Oak ea a ri«h I oah aa a Hghi 
 W^iT 
 
 Mara i^i ya a atraOi oat o«Pw 
 Batoa j* via awa', thaa. 
 
 Ob,lateri 
 
 aahoaMholMBff «^ 
 
 Bad tk^r bast thaIr hOTia ail 
 ▲b4 iMla aa laaff a ator, I 
 
 IL 
 tofaaaUa 
 
 (Tmaliae 
 
 ..) 
 
 r naa ha% |a baaa Ma toaw, hid > 
 
 Wktra tela ya haaa aM toaakla, O ? 
 nrhato ha^a ya haas aaa hmv, hid » 
 Ca-'yatyKHIi— Mi»Oy 
 Aa ya tod haaa whan 1 1»« baaa, 
 
 Ta a«daa haaa aaa aaalio, O; 
 An ya had aaaa what I ha^nan 
 0» tha hwaaaf riMhwaMlli. 0. 
 
 Tha haaM PMav Ml IB a Ihr, 
 And Oavana pit a atoahK O t 
 
 Or K had M as Athola glad, 
 _ - - goi 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 479 
 
 [TuNB, " KlUiecrankie." — In the Note to 
 " Johnnie Cope" (page 129) we have given some 
 account of the anther of this song, Adam Skirv- 
 iNo, a fjarmer in Haddingtonsiiire. The battle of 
 Tranent Muur or Preston, as we there state, waa 
 fought on the 22d September, 1745. We may 
 here notice some of the lesser personages men- 
 tioned in the song. " Menteith the great," and 
 " Simson keen," mentioned in verses 5th and 6th, 
 were reverend clergymen and volunteers in the 
 myal army. The latter had two pistols in his 
 pockets, two in his holsters, and one in his belt. 
 " Myrie," verse 7th, was a student of physic from 
 Jamaica,anda volunteer in the royal army; he was 
 severely wounded. " Lieutenant Smith," 9th and 
 10th stanzas, was an Irishman, who is said to have 
 displayed much pusillanimity m the fight. He, 
 however, challenged Skirving for the manner in 
 which he was spoken of. " I have heard the anec- 
 dote often," says Burns, " that Lieut. Smith 
 came to Haddington after the publication of the 
 song, and sent a challenge to Skirving to meet 
 him at Haddington, and answer for the unworthy 
 manner in which he had noticed him in his song. 
 ' Gang awa' back,' said the honest farmer, • and 
 tell Mr. Smith that I ha'e nae leisure to come to 
 Haddington ; but tell him to come here, and I'll 
 tak' a look o' him, and if I think I'm fit to fecht 
 him, I'll fecht him ; andif no— I'll do as he did— 
 I'll rin awa.' "] 
 
 Thk Chevalier, being void of fear. 
 
 Did march up Birslie brae, man. 
 And through Tranent, ere he did stent. 
 
 As fast as he could gae, man ; 
 While General Cope did taunt and mock, 
 
 Wi' mony a loud huzza, man ; 
 But ere next morn proclaim 'd the cock. 
 
 We heard anither craw, man. 
 
 The brave Lochiel, as I heard tell, 
 
 Led Camerons on in cluds, man ; 
 The morning fair, and clear the air. 
 
 They lowsed with devilish thuds, man : 
 Down guns they threw, and swords they 
 drew, 
 
 And soon did chase them uff, man ; 
 On Seaton Crafte they bufft their chafts. 
 
 And gart them rin like daft, man, ^ 
 
 The bluff dragoons swore. Blood and 'ooub. 
 
 They'd make the rebels run, man ; 
 And yet they flee when them they see. 
 
 And winna fire a gun, man. 
 They tum'd their back, the foot they brake, 
 
 Such terror seized them a', man ; 
 Some wet their cheeks, some fyled their 
 breeks. 
 
 And some for fear did fa', man. 
 
 The volunteers prick'd up their ears, 
 
 And vow gin they were crouse, man , 
 But when the bairns saw't turn to earn'st. 
 
 They were not worth a louse, man : 
 Maist feck gaed hame — O, fy for shame ! 
 
 They'd better stay'd awa', man. 
 Than wi* cockade to make parade. 
 
 And do nae good at a', man. 
 
 Menteith the great, where Hersell sate, 
 
 Un'wares did ding her ower, man ; 
 Yet wadna stand to bear a hand. 
 
 But aff fu' fast did scour, man : 
 Ower Soutra hill, ere he stood still, 
 
 Before he tasted meat, man : 
 Troth, he may brag of his swift nag. 
 
 That bare him aff sae fleet, man. 
 
 And Simson keen, to clear the een 
 
 Of rebels far in wrang, man. 
 Did never strive wi' pistols five. 
 
 But gallop'd wi' the thrang, man : 
 He tum'd his back, and in a crack 
 
 Was cleanly out of sight, man ; 
 And thought it best ; it was nae jest 
 
 Wi' Highlanders to fight, man. 
 
 'Maiigst a' the gang, nane bade the bang 
 
 But twa', and ane was tane, man ; 
 For Campbell rade, but Myrie staid. 
 
 And sair he paid the kain, man : 
 Fell skelps he got, was waur than shot, 
 
 Frae the sharp-edged claymore, man ; 
 Frae many a spout came running out 
 
 His reeking-het red gore, man. 
 
 But Gard'ner brave did still behave 
 
 Like to a hero bright, man; 
 His courage true, like him were few. 
 
 That still despised flight, man : 
 For king and laws, and country's cause. 
 
 In honour's bed he lay, man. 
 His life, but not his courage, fled. 
 
 While he had breath to draw, man. 
 
480 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 And Major Bowie, that worthy soul. 
 
 Was brought down to the ground, maoj 
 His horse being shot, it was his lot 
 
 For to get raony a wound, man. 
 Lieutenant Smith, of Irish birth, 
 
 Frae whom he called for aid, roan. 
 Being full of dread, lap ower his head. 
 
 And wadna be gainsaid, man. 
 
 He made sic haste, sae spurr'd hi* beMt, 
 
 'Twas little there he saw, man ; 
 To Berwick rade, and safely said. 
 
 The Scots were rebels a', man. 
 But let that end, for weel 'tis kend 
 
 His use and wont to lie, man i 
 The Teague is naught, be never fought. 
 
 When he had room to flee, man. 
 
 And Caddell drest, amang the icet. 
 
 With gun and good elaymon, man. 
 On gelding grey, he rode that w«y. 
 
 With pistols set befbre, man : 
 The cause was good, he'd spend his btadd, 
 
 Befc^re that he wonld yield, man ; 
 But the night before, be left tbt oor*. 
 
 And never took the Held, maa. 
 
 But gallant Bodger, like a soger. 
 
 Stood and bravely fboght, man ; 
 I'm wae to tell, at last be fldl. 
 
 But mae down wi' him brought, num t 
 At point of death, wi* his last breath, 
 
 (Some standing roand in ring, man,) 
 On's back lying flat, he waved bis bat, 
 
 And cry'd, God save the king, maa. 
 
 Some Highland rogues, like bungiy 4flffi, 
 
 Neglecting to ponoe, man. 
 About they fkoed, and In great basts 
 
 Upon the booty flew, maa ; 
 And they, as gain for aU their pain. 
 
 Are deck'd wi' spoils of war, man ; 
 Fu' banld can tell how her nalasell 
 
 Was ne'er sae pra pefore, man. 
 
 A t the thorn tree, which you may eee 
 
 Bewcst the Bleadow-mlll, man. 
 There mony slain lay on the plain. 
 
 The clans pursuing still, man. 
 Sic unco hacks, and deadly whacks, 
 
 I never saw the like, man; 
 Lost hands and heads eoet then their 
 deads, 
 
 That fell nea> Preston-dyke, ii>»i. 
 
 That aftemoea, when a* a 
 
 I gacd to see the fHiy. » 
 But bad I wM what aAsr 
 
 I'd better etaid aw«r* ■> 
 la Ssatoa Butia, 
 
 nwypteh-dwypaa h iti 
 Da'IwUbae^toMeili 
 
 For a' the MBS aad aah 
 
 Sotitt tit bum, 9Mt. 
 
 [Tme wae aortritalii ty BaMBT Otuvrvm^ 
 itharafTiiiiliiii.''<b>.i> tiw ' 
 orthelW«M» 
 
 ▲a tews iha ban thqr took their war. 
 
 ▲Bd throafh the flow*v7 dale I 
 Bis eheek to bars he all did kj. 
 
 Aad loea was ajre the tale. 
 WMk, Maiy,w hea ahaU wa rstani. 
 
 He pMaean totenew? 
 %MMh Maiy, Lava, 1 like *• bara, 
 ^ Aad^pawmMlairiM. 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 481 
 
 1 CHm' ©Vie tfje miiiiiic. 
 
 [Is the Skene MS. collection of old Scottish 
 tunes, circa 1615, published in 1838, with an in- 
 troductory inquiry, by "William Dauney, Esq., 
 there occurs a beautiful melody, headed, " A lace 
 yat I can e owr the moor, and left my love behind 
 me." From this the modern tune of " The last 
 time I cam' o'er the muir" has been manufac- 
 tured ; but, according to Mr. Dauney, the ancient 
 air has suffered sadly by the change, being in its 
 original state much superior to the modern set. 
 All the old words, except the title, are lost. Ram- 
 say wrote the present song. Burns thought it 
 unworthy of the tune, but admitted that it was 
 too long established in public favour to be sup- 
 planted.] 
 
 The last time I cam' owre the muir, 
 
 I left my love behind me : 
 Ye powers, what pains do 1 endure 
 
 When soft ideas mind me ! 
 Soon as the ruddy morn display'd 
 
 The beaming day ensuing, 
 I met betimes my lovely maid. 
 
 In fit retreats for wooing. 
 
 "W'e stray'd beside yon wand'ring stream. 
 
 And talk'd with hearts o'erflowing ; 
 Until the sun's last setting beam 
 
 Was in the ocean glowing. 
 I pitied all beneath the skies, 
 
 Even kings, when she was nigh me; 
 In raptures I beheld her eyes. 
 
 Which could but ill deny me. 
 
 Should I be call'd where cannons roar. 
 
 Where mortal steel may wound me. 
 Or cast upon some foreign shore. 
 
 Where dangers may surround me ; 
 Yet hopes again to see my love. 
 
 To feast on glowing kisses. 
 Shall make my cares at distance move. 
 
 In prospect of such blisses. 
 
 In all my soul there's not one place 
 
 To let a rival enter: 
 Since she excels in ev'ry grace. 
 
 In her my love shall centre. 
 Sooner the seas shall cease to flow. 
 
 Their waves the Alps shall cover. 
 On Greenland ice shall roses grow. 
 
 Before I cease to love her. 
 
 The neist time I gang ower the roulr. 
 
 She sliall a lover find me; 
 And that my faith is firm and pure. 
 
 Though I left her behind me ; 
 Then Hymen's sacred bonds shall chain 
 
 My heart to her fair bosom ; 
 There, while my being does remain, 
 
 My love more firesh shall blossom. 
 
 [This appears in the second volume of the Tea 
 Table Miscellany with the title of " The Generous 
 Gentleman, a song to the tune of the Bonnie Lass 
 of Branksome." It was written by Ramsay him- 
 self. Mr. Robert Chambers says the song was 
 founded on a real incident. "The bonnie last 
 was daughter to a woman who kept an alehouse 
 at the hamlet near Branksome Castle, in Teviot- 
 dale. A young officer, of some rank, — his name 
 we believe was Maitland, — happened to be quar- 
 tered somewhere in the neighbourhood, saw, 
 loved, and married her. So strange was such an 
 alliance deemed in those days, that the old 
 mother, under whose auspices it was performed, 
 did not escape the imputation of witchcraft."] 
 
 As T cam' in by Teviot side, 
 
 And by the braes of Branksome, 
 There first I saw my bonnie bride. 
 
 Young, smiling, sweet, and handsome. 
 Her skin was safter than the down. 
 
 And white as alabaster; 
 Her hair, a shining, waving brown ; 
 
 In straightness nane surpass'd her. 
 
 Lifb glow'd upon her lip and cheek. 
 
 Her clear een were surprising. 
 And beautifully tum'd her neck. 
 
 Her little breasts just rising : 
 Nae silken hose with gushats fine, 
 
 Or shoon with glancing laces, 
 On her bare leg, forbad to shine 
 
 Weel-shapen native graces. 
 
 Ae little coat and bodice white 
 Was sum o' a' her claithing; 
 E'en these o'er muckle ;— mair delight 
 'f She'd given clad wi' naething. 
 
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 tOOTTUUiOSOfr 
 
 OalMrl^MVf^Mfa 
 
 
 t iMli MM kMrt I* 4» IMT iMtfW, 
 
 Aad j«« I aniMMi tMat IMT t 
 
 
 MllffllM—BiH, 
 
 !«•• k Mt, «r taM«y MM* 
 
 Mv »M» toMM bjr th* titto «r ^TlM bvM 
 
 flmprtalid.] 
 
 Avu »rt» irOowM Ma* 4a«rm IW •nil. 
 Aa* f«l»>A kli bn^ and Mr* mA lM«ii^«- 
 O Mlto IkMkt Iw •> kto wifiUdai «haA 
 
 Olu iin t tat IM WH a kmw aaM «mK 
 
 ibtofft t|»c VtT^. 
 
 rwatrraa If Jaw BvBTT, kr as aMil*OTBf7 
 if U«nM MM la FlriMiMMa.] 
 
 Ba^ak'afMifiWM' 
 
 IB* #ar «r Ha fMT aar avH wMib 
 O' Mi taviM^I fMt fltat I AwM iMiW 
 OlB I «Bl ka Ml kMato «M M4«» 
 BMBfalagli^lbrlai^i 
 
 AailMfcafOililiiali 
 
 Aat<<ar»OilHliala 
 Bat Ika Mmia M tofM It «^, 
 
 ■tan Mi Mglt ■laBM PM 
 l»laai— iOitalwHi 
 
 AyraaiSaaaHtf a 
 
 Aa4 dalita Moan Ai* taaata, 0| 
 «te Ai* av** ■■' IMH* Ada, 
 
 Win Hmt vwtatta tVM •taala 
 
 TtatlatalytaMifcitaaMiaat 
 
 RaM wrtt aqr vMaM M a awf. 
 
 Bat I ■■t»^t f IfcawM will mM, -Qa* 
 
 Ok, *a I tat ta le«k>i a rfOr aaU BMa, 
 BlM ta«» ta iVi** ar Mi tMT aa* laa*. 
 
 Tta tMi af aaM FMiTi la\k 
 Aa* at Bm aaM Mrti ipilM a» fta Man, 
 
 yaalaaaaaMiaaa^bid. 
 
 tIMaaala^i. 
 Ba! aai ta naaa ta a bmw laaat M, 
 A MBty la«-a tpankir lad, 
 O ta ■Hun ta a iVMltd lai 
 
 Wta lUakt ta wla aiy la^ 
 
1 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 483 
 
 ^ 
 
 ^ He's fond to feel the zephyrs breere. 
 
 
 E^t ^Uf^^ €h^M. 
 
 To plant and sned his tender trees ; 
 And for attending well his bees. 
 Enjoys their sweet reward. 
 
 
 [The tune called " The Happy Clown" is old. 
 
 
 
 Gay adopts it for one of his songs in the " Beg- 
 
 The flow'ry meads and silent coves. 
 
 
 gar's Opera," beginning. 
 
 The scenes of faithful rural loves. 
 
 
 " I'm like a skififin the ocean toss'd." 
 
 And Avarbling birds on blooming groves. 
 
 
 The following fine verses appear in the second 
 
 Afford a wish'd delight; 
 
 
 volume of the Tea-Table Miscellany. Ramsay, in 
 
 But 0, how pleasant is his life ! 
 
 
 his " Gentle Shepherd" puts a few verses into the 
 
 Blest with a chaste and virtuous wife. 
 
 
 mouth of Sir William Worthy, to the tune of 
 
 And children prattling, void of strife. 
 
 
 " The Happy Clown."] 
 
 Around his fire at night! 
 
 
 How happy is the rural clown. 
 
 
 
 Who, far remov'd from noise of town. 
 
 
 
 Contemns the glory of a crown. 
 
 
 
 And, in his safe retreat. 
 
 
 
 Is pleased with his low degree. 
 Is rich in decent poverty. 
 
 B^iEk SieaEMe Sf ag. 
 
 
 From strife, from care, and business free, 
 
 
 
 At once both good and great ! 
 
 [Thb first and last stanzas of this popular song 
 
 
 No drums disturb his morning sleep, 
 He fears no danger of the deep. 
 Nor noisy law, nor courts e'er heap 
 
 were written by W. Paul, Glasgow, and set to 
 music by Richard Webster. The second stanza 
 is an interpolation by William Thom of Inve- 
 rury.] 
 
 
 Vexation on his mind ; 
 
 
 No trumpets rouse him to the war. 
 
 
 
 No hopes can bribe, nor threats can dare ; 
 
 Oh whar was ye sae late yestreen. 
 
 
 From state intrigues he holds afar. 
 
 My bonnie Jeannie Graj ? 
 
 
 And liveth unconfin'd. 
 
 Your mither miss'd you late at e'en. 
 And eke at break o' day. 
 
 
 Like those in golden ages bom. 
 
 Your mither look'd sae sour and sad. 
 
 
 He labours gently to adorn 
 
 Your father dull and wae. 
 
 
 His small paternal fields of corn. 
 
 Oh ! whar was ye sae late yestreen. 
 
 
 And on their product feeds ; 
 
 My bonnie Jeannie Gray ? 
 
 
 Each season of the wheeling year. 
 
 
 
 Industrious he improves with care. 
 
 I've mark'd that lanely look o' thine. 
 
 
 And still some ripen'd fruits appear. 
 
 My bonnie Jeannie Gray; 
 
 
 So well his toil succeeds. 
 
 I've kent your kindly bosom pine. 
 This monie, monie day. 
 
 
 Now by a silver stream he lies. 
 
 Ha'e hinnied words o' promise lur'd 
 
 
 And angles with his baits and flies. 
 
 Your guileless heart astray ? 
 
 
 And next the sylvan scene he tries. 
 
 ! dinna hide your grief frae me. 
 
 
 His spirits to regale; 
 
 My bonnie Jeannie Gray. 
 
 
 Now from the rock or height he views 
 
 
 
 His fleecy flock, or teeming cows ; 
 
 Dear sister, sit j'e down by me. 
 
 
 Then tunes his reed, or tries his muse, 
 
 And let nae body ken ; 
 
 
 That waits his honest call. 
 
 To wed young Jamie Glen ; 
 
 
 Amidst his harmless easy joys. 
 
 The melting tear stood in his e'e. 
 
 
 No care his peace of mind destroys. 
 
 What heart could say him nay ? 
 
 
 Nor does he pass his time in toys 
 
 As aft he vow'd, through life, I'm thhie. 
 
 
 Beneath his just regard : i 
 
 % My bonnie Jeannie Gniy. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 A«< — fc><W>il«tlt,HMIWifHlli I 
 
 Tto «lMn^ li to nrfM^ Um iMB li la >m, 
 
 W« 4MnM wMl agn. k«t wi kM viMli to 
 
 w te pMB* tUJaali aoMa IM 
 
 My t— Wbw —a fcr J«^ < w w an wd . 
 
 Aad M«r 1 gmt ffwa4 Uwir paaa ka«i la Ika yMi 
 It hmk ika ■««<« Itawt •* My IMUb* a^i 4^»- 
 
 V«v Mb li • twlMi tfMt W«« iM 4ev«. 
 
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 NTai rrw aa iha «>a«k ar *a HM* 
 
 TU aaMMT feiMli yaari e>r Uw Tanow^ ffvaaa a 
 na Man MMMid wild by Lock Mairi Iwa iki 
 Hw wtolv appMMtea to Ma4 ap fka IbMtalM^ 
 
 *f *^ B^- 'AOi MvasAt, Mftw«r*a 
 
 rlatktdaikartiM 
 
 Va iNM ar tka iptoto la laaia i» aw^ f 
 Vo aata ikaO ka HM ta Ika mpaat laai aMMtaff t 
 fte Ika Bwi artka Fanat llM aaM la Ika fl^l 
 
 Ba aiali «ltli Mi artkan. aa MM ta a«ak«i 
 0»art rtnriaa ky Ika Mnaarirti tkat ipm la flk* I 
 
 Tka «M aaka Haava tatka glia afgiaaa bmeki^, 
 Art tka fltoylHatf dMU aaav Bwaki H i«ya I 
 
 ■taM awaatfy aiMai klai. y« pak dreepliig roaai^ 
 
 fM gmtly, y« 4a««, a ^ 
 
 And ballow tka «1M ao«««a that wata ow kto hiajf 
 

 
 
 
 BCOTTJa 
 
 H SONGS. 4g(j 
 
 
 
 ^ Oh hey ! oh hey ! sung the bonnie lass. 
 
 
 
 
 Oh hey, and wae is me ! 
 
 
 
 # mMi'^ muk. 
 
 There's siccan sorrow in Scotland, 
 
 As een did never see. 
 Oh hey, oh hey, for my father auld ! 
 
 
 
 [This was an almost extemporaneous effusion 
 
 Oh hey, for my mither dear ! 
 
 
 
 of Burns, on seeing a fair country girl walk along 
 
 And my heart will burst for the bonnie lad 
 
 
 
 the High Street of Dumfries, with her shoes and 
 
 Wha left me lanesome here. 
 
 
 
 stockings, more Scotico, in her hand, instead of on 
 
 
 
 
 her feet He sent it to Johnson's Museum, ac- 
 companied with an air resembling much the old 
 
 I hadna gane in my ain Scotland 
 Mae miles than twa or three. 
 
 
 
 ■ tune of " Andro and his Cutty Gun." It was his 
 last contribution to that publication ;] 
 
 WhejQ I saw the head o* my ain fkither 
 
 Borne up the gate to me. 
 A traitor's head ! and, A traitor's head ! 
 
 
 
 As I was walking up the street, 
 A barefit maid I chanc'd to meet; 
 
 But the road was very hard 
 
 For that fkir maiden's tender feet. 
 
 Loud bawl'd a bloody loon ; 
 But I drew frae the sheath my glaive o' weir. 
 And strack the reaver down. 
 
 
 
 Mally*B meek, Mally's sweet, 
 Mally's modest and discreet, 
 
 I hied me hame to my father's ha'. 
 
 
 
 Mally's rare, Mally's fair, 
 Mally's every way complete. 
 
 My dear auld mither to see ; 
 
 
 
 But she lay 'mang the black ei*els, 
 Wi' the death-tear in her e'e. 
 
 
 
 It were mair meet, that those fine feet 
 
 O wha has wrought this bloody wark ? 
 
 
 
 Were weel lac'd up in silken shoon. 
 
 Had I the reaver here. 
 
 
 
 And 'twere more fit that she should sit 
 
 I'd wash his sark in his ain heart's blood. 
 
 
 
 Within yon chariot gilt aboon. 
 
 And gi'e't to his love to wear. 
 
 
 
 O MaUy's meek, &c. 
 
 I hadna gane frae my ain dear hame 
 
 
 
 Her yellow hair, beyond compare. 
 
 But twa short miles an three. 
 
 
 
 Comes trinkling down her swan -white 
 
 Till up came a captain o' the Whigs, 
 
 
 
 neck; 
 
 Says, Traitor, bide ye me ! 
 
 
 
 And her two eyes, like stars in skies. 
 
 1 grippet him by the belt sae braid, 
 
 
 
 Would keep a sinking ship frae vkreck. 
 
 It bursted 1' my hand. 
 
 
 
 Mally's meek, &c. 
 
 And drew my burly brand. 
 Shaw mercy on me, quo' the loon. 
 
 
 
 ^ie feae^ d ^mthuh. 
 
 And low he knelt on knee. 
 And by his thigh was my father's glaive 
 Which gude king Bruce did gi'e ; 
 
 
 
 [This pathetic Jacobite effusion was contribut- 
 
 And buckled round him was the broider'd belt 
 
 
 
 ed by Allan Cunningham to Cromek's Remains 
 
 Which my mither's hands did weave— 
 
 
 
 of Nithsdale and Galloway Song. It is sung to the 
 
 My tears they mingled wi' his heart's blood, 
 
 
 
 tune of " The Siller Crown."j 
 
 And reek'd upon my glaive. 
 
 
 
 1 Whkn I left thee, bonnie Scotland, 
 
 I wander a' ni^ht "mang the lands I own'd, 
 
 
 
 1 O fair wert thou to see ! 
 
 When a' folk are asleep ; 
 
 
 
 And blythe as a bonnie bride i' the morn, 
 
 And I lie o'er my father and mither's grave 
 
 
 
 When she maun wedded be. 
 
 An hour or twa to weep. 
 
 
 
 When I came back to thee, Scotland, 
 
 0, fatherless and mitherless. 
 
 
 
 Upon a May-mom fair. 
 
 Without a ha' or hame. 
 
 
 
 A bonnie lass sat at our town end. 
 
 I maun wander through my dear Scotland, 
 
 
 
 A kaming her yellow Italr. ^ 
 
 ^ And bide a traitor's name. 
 
 
 
 
486 
 
 ^te IPOttttS ^tXlDfll. 
 
 Pw I Imm iMAh 4towM feMMli VMkt 
 WkWh I te«* •• • fM low ■«<». 
 
 why «r wkHi I wroc* thto ■oac« or Mtef ttw 
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 baited Hyto or Um Dotth, I win toO » Uttto toMb- 
 liif ■tofly, wktok hM te^ *«■ p«f«ter l» aty 
 iwthr* pte0«. Aft tteatatoortfMteMfiWHM, 
 a puty cT tiM Pidto «r ITafcahalM «n«MW 
 IMUMdthnwcli y itl Mi tete i *^r«Bida*ahM 
 
 kt I 
 
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 yid, Mid o« th» Hiiil^af Ood." Bmn 
 
 hmn. 
 qoliy 
 
 Valfl Hat *iy «M« to liw Mid • 
 
 Tht iMki «OT» Mfli. ftkt «m4 
 TIM Dm loird to ItoVfMa^ 
 
 PtelMnfitoaintoili* 
 B«dM«itei«lM«rkkk 
 
 B* tknvdawB IdiiybM. Ika d^TMM to«H 
 
 Tto kMMt Am hOM Mi tow t 
 Aad wka «M Ift tallk* ywtof IUs««ll ? 
 
 • oMfVlu Th> poor < I— dted of a tocfcwi Am feUTd «f ftA«, fkea kwa Sooltoto^ 
 
 ft. aad tor ao» naaiteMd ai—r >—*«>> ^' fl ■todMyaaiy toMtemltowi 
 
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 too Iha IJHIIA amy tidplaiiajitoi Hatoiy, 
 
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 lofMwywIikwtoa^MiwtMli^lirtr iimi Etd«al«rilMda«'toyltei 
 
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 ln« ap-' doa t yoa nw tt ^ ' Bto wtel 7* aald tto 
 
 niflaai *whaft taoald ya« katra ara twtf aba^ 
 
 drad and dainaad, aad Ihaali as aad of tor.' 
 
 ' TlwB, by my Ood r aald ika attto, * HHt traoMa 
 
 wa> my rao U Wi d w r year aw ui d d ia ir.* Ttoy 
 
 Ibocht an ftiM ipol, aad whOalha SeettUb aoMkr 
 
 Mm orar to tha pants oTdMlb. ha mid. ' Had 
 yoa boftmld yoa raad H, Ood abeald bara pan- 
 iabadyo«,BO«I."*l 
 
 Waasa faag ya, yr ritty aoM aarfa. 
 
 vpavirt'aktodtotN 
 
 Aad *«a1i aM to Ihy toaft tw my to itetor, 
 Wkora t laaad to tto Mgte af my av 
 
 iRs ^eat little %u%%it. 
 
 r raoa " Poama abMly to tkt aaattU 
 by Ito Bav. JA«m Xmat. la ftma 
 
 I*m gaon to tha htU, tkoa a 
 
 ToihUkmyhtoadrtalr. 
 A* ttrlda or twa took tto tfly aald aarte. 
 
 An' a gnde tang alrkla took ha. 
 I trowtbooartaftaekaald oarla. 
 
 WUt thoa ahow tto way to na ? 
 
 Mv dmr Ihtte teiila. why. wkaf^i a* tha maMar? 
 
 Xy b«rt It ffu^ pittypat, wtoaa Ba aliili 
 I*ra wataid, aad maltod, aa* a' to graw battm; 
 
 Tat. temta, baltara aa, rm aya grawlat Bl I 
 My toad % laraM ^rfto dlaiy, aB*all «hw I'm 
 
 Irf||i.aa*atoh 
 
 ISBtoayaftraam 
 
 ¥■1, UmI*, 1 bB 
 
 ladwbatlatoli 
 

 
 
 
 BUOTTISH SONGS. 487 
 
 
 Thy praise, bonnie lassie, I ever could hear of, ^^ I kist her twenty times and mair. 
 
 
 
 And yet when to ruse ye the neebour lads try, 
 
 Kyne took theni a' again ; 
 
 
 
 Though it's a' true they tell ye, yet never sae far ofT 
 
 My heart was rinnin owi-o wi' bliss 
 
 
 
 I could see 'em ilk ane, an' I canna tell why. 
 
 That hour she was mine ain. 
 
 
 
 When we tedded the hayfield, I raked Uka rig o't. 
 
 monie a day has fled sinsyne. 
 
 
 
 And never grew wearie the lang simmer day ; 
 
 When first her lips I prest. 
 
 
 
 '■ The rucks that ye wrought at were easiest biggit. 
 
 But ne'er a wish has stray'd frae her, 
 
 
 
 1 And I fand sweeter scented aroun' ye the hay. 
 
 In blessing, I am blest. 
 
 
 
 In har'st, whan the kirn-supper joys mak' us 
 
 Our love was bonnie in the bud. 
 
 
 
 cheerie, [mou' ; 
 
 But bonnier in the bloom,— 
 
 
 
 'Mang the lave of the lasses I pried yere sweet 
 
 The morning rose delights the e'e. 
 
 
 
 Dear save us! how queer I felt whan I cam' near ye. 
 
 The gioamin' brings perfume. 
 
 
 
 My breast thrill 'd in rapture, 1 couldna tell how. 
 
 Methuselah's were mony years, 
 
 
 
 Whan we dance at the gioamin' it's you I aye pitch 
 
 But Uved I lang as he. 
 
 
 
 on. 
 
 I'll ne'er forget the raptur'd hour. 
 
 
 
 And gin ye gang by me how dowie I be; 
 
 J gat her on my knee. 
 
 
 
 There's something, dear lassie, about ye bewitch- 
 ing. 
 That tells me my happiness centres in thee. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 mmit. ^ 
 
 m^ %i%U d tit Pimn. 
 
 
 
 [Rev. John Looan.] 
 
 
 
 [Thomas C. Latto.— Here first printed.] 
 
 The day is departed, and round from the cloud 
 
 
 
 1 We sat upon a grassy knowe. 
 
 The moon in her beauty appears ; 
 
 
 
 i My lassie dear an' me. 
 
 The voice of the nightingale warbles aloud 
 
 
 
 When round her neck my arms I flung 
 
 The music of love in our ears. 
 
 
 
 An' gat her on my knee. 
 
 Maria, appear! now the season so sweet 
 
 
 
 White as the swan's that bonnie neck. 
 
 With the beat of the heart is in tune ; 
 
 
 
 How saft nae words may say. 
 
 j The time is so tender for lovers to meet 
 
 
 
 I lookit fondly in her face. 
 
 Alone by the light of the moon. 
 
 
 
 And gazed the hours away. 
 
 1 
 
 I cannot when present unfold what I feel : 
 
 
 
 The e'enin' cloud that's fring'd wi' gowd 
 
 I sigh— can a lover do more ? 
 
 
 
 Was match'd wi' Phemie's hair ; 
 
 Her name to the shepherds I never reveal. 
 
 
 
 The apple bloom,— how saft its tint. 
 
 Yet I think of her all the day o'er. 
 
 
 
 Her cheek was twice as fair. 
 
 Maria, my love ! do you long for the grove ? 
 
 
 
 Her breath was sweater than the breeze 
 
 Do you sigh for an interview soon ? 
 
 
 
 That plays 'mang new-maun hay ; 
 
 Does e'er a kind thought run on me as you rove 
 
 
 
 Her form was gracefu' as a fawn. 
 
 Alone by the light of the moon ? 
 
 
 
 An' fresh as openin* day. 
 
 Your name from the shepherds whenever 1 hear 
 
 
 
 Her poutin' lips sae rosy red 
 
 :My bosom is all in a glow; 
 
 
 
 'Mang laughin' dimples dwell, 
 
 Your voice, when it vibrates so sweet through 
 
 
 
 Nae journey-wark were they I trow, 
 
 mine ear, 
 
 
 
 But made by Love himsel'. 
 
 My heart thrills— my eyes overflow. 
 
 
 
 Her voice was like a linty's saug. 
 
 Te powers of the sky, will your bounty divine 
 
 
 
 Her een were bonnie blue. 
 
 Indulge a fond lover his boon ? 
 
 
 
 And mine drank in the livin' light 
 
 Shall heart spring to heart, and Maria be mine, 
 
 
 
 That sparkled through the dew. < 
 
 Alone by the light of the moon ? 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
488 
 
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 XuxBAas Oun^ * baoalt fha, aa* ••••• ■■ iwMt cmi fea, O % 
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 Tka tarato ««Mplli« by iMT 4Mr, te tBMie ateci «• «hMtr. 
 Tlw fl0««n M* tai«y «Mk Mi bMl»-l*» MM liMy ia% h« «Mity. 
 flM iMvli kMS My Itorr* Ikm-4IM UMkkM kMM II taa, O t 
 Or H^tr* — W Um thair — Mt MMMili, ft— M wlag Ow f mam, O j 
 TiM lavamk InvM tiw kaaha af BtoM, aii4 ■» ka aaMM Mi «ka«y, 
 V» Bit Ida Mi« tta kda «^ IB^. •■• a* w ylMM My 4M*y. 
 
 Vm akt Aan avMl-aka^ aawt aad Irir, M» Hy wMtra IMT kt«w, O, 
 iM aav la IMT AMfM ahaak, aa4 vtaaaMa !• tarMB*. O ( 
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 ▲a« a^ Ika tffar vaBi rUh, kar fM«a ft^RMMa ilMwIaff. 
 Tka aMairilakt aa laah LaaMai'a aaaa, liw teMipa ar ika Mfy, 
 Aia ao M* Mifeii ai9 laMia^ HaBa, aia ao Ma BriM M Mary I 
 KlIlMra glta^ a baaala flM. ftir IIMM I Mat wf Ihaa, O, 
 My Maiy, lava, aiy kaaala 4a«a. Um Mm ar Mb t» Ma, O. 
 
 •aMa A »fa,fc ia ij ii B !MMi^l yaaaaf ar#toa 
 
 M tia aar feftaaa ta f«aM. 
 Mlkalaa4araarlMMa' 
 
 OMaa Attva. iaaaaBt «aa«k thaa fMYI aa aar right. 
 Am tka 4ni8 af aar MlMM aat arvmaa la UglU 7 
 Aa« aaaaat tka laaM artha plhfaali tfi^lfV 
 Baa Ikay MarakM la *a iaM. ka« thigr «aa la tka ftay r 
 
 qaMaA>ya,fc ia ii iB 't fc iat l i taaaWaatglaaa 
 
 VW aaa aaaaliy ta itrtva, m aaa flMkava ka*a rtHam, 
 
 •MlMr «MI to av^ Mi« aar kaMti Ma wMk IkM. 
 
 OtaHi Allya. toavKril ! Ihaa«k tka itoaa ar aar friia 
 Tktaadi tka akiat ar tha Mam. •»! aa naa* ka 4aMria4, 
 HartkadMraathahin: aer tkaaalraaa tkaMOori 
 Var tka ckM ar tka kaU {-«a an tUaa M ar yaia I 
 
 Orwa Albya.fctaa»m wkaa aar toatalaya ikan atwy 
 Oo th» baaka wkaia laka Brta aayaaAa ta tka 4^, 
 la ear baaaaM tka r»i^k bMWlii tklalto akaO talaa^ 
 Aad ba 4Mr ta aar Mato, aa a ir^kal ar tkiaal 
 
 CMaaAlbya, fci aaaBltatkyaaaka.tatkyiflto> 
 Va tka MclM tkal baM aa tka ataat ar tky klUa, 
 Ta tka Uka, to tka taaal, tka Maar aad tka iMI. 
 T» tkM. aad tky akU4m« grMa Albya» loavaBl 
 

 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 4g9 
 
 i 
 
 gin my love were yon red rose. 
 
 That grows upon the castle wa'. 
 And I mysel' a drap o' dew. 
 
 
 I. 
 
 Into her bonnie breast to fa' I 
 
 
 [From Herd's MS. Printed in the " Minstrelsy 
 
 ! there beyond expression blest. 
 
 
 of the Scottish Border."] 
 
 I'd feast on beauty a' the night; 
 Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest. 
 
 
 GIN my love were yon red rose. 
 
 Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus' light. 
 
 
 That grows upon the castle wa'. 
 
 
 
 And I myseV a drap of dew. 
 
 
 
 Down on that red rose I would fa*. 
 
 
 
 my love's bonnie, bonnie, bonnie ; 
 My love's bonnie and fair to see : 
 
 ®J)e gello^iD-Jaiteli Eallfe. 
 
 
 "Whene'er 1 look on her weel-far'd face. 
 
 
 
 She looks and smiles again to me. 
 
 [Thomas C. Latto.— Here first printed.] 
 
 
 gin my love were a pickle of wheat. 
 
 The maidens are smiling in rocky Glencoe, 
 
 
 And growing upon yon lily lee. 
 
 The clansmen are arming to rush on the foe. 
 
 
 And I mysel' a bonnie wee bird. 
 
 Gay banners are streaming as forth pours the clan. 
 
 
 Awa' wi' that pickle o' wheat I wad flee. 
 
 The yellow-haired laddie is first in the van. 
 
 
 my love's bonnie, &c. 
 
 The pibroch is kindling each heart to the war. 
 
 
 gin my love were a coffer o' gowd. 
 
 The Camerons' slogan is heard from afar. 
 
 
 And 1 the keeper of the key. 
 
 They close for the struggle where many shall fall. 
 
 
 I wad open the kist whene'er I list. 
 
 But the yellow-haired laddie is foremost of all. 
 
 
 And in that coffer I wad be. 
 
 
 
 O my love's bonnie, &c. 
 
 He towers like a wave in the fierce rolling tide. 
 No kinsman of Evan's may stand by his side. 
 
 
 11. 
 
 The Camerons gather around him alone. 
 
 He heeds not the danger, and fear is unknown. 
 
 
 [Burns found the first verse of the above song 
 
 
 
 in Witherspoon's collection, coupled to another 
 
 The plumes of his bonnet are seen through the fight. 
 
 
 verse comparatively modem, and was so much 
 
 A beacon for valour which fires at the sight. 
 
 
 struck with their beauty that he added two verses 
 
 Butheseesnotyon claymore, ahl traitorous thrust! 
 
 
 to them, for Thomson's collection. His own ver- 
 
 The plumes and the bonnet are laid in the dust. 
 
 
 ses in the present set stand first, in the song, with 
 
 
 
 the view, as he modestly says, of husbanding the 
 
 The maidens are smiling in rocky Glencoe, 
 
 
 "best thoughts for a concluding stroke." The 
 
 The clansmen approach,— they have vanquished 
 
 
 song has been set to different tunes— to " Hughie 
 
 the foe. 
 
 
 Graham," to " Lord Balgonie's favourite," &c.. 
 
 But sudden the cheeks of the maidens are pale. 
 
 
 but it possesses also an old air of its own. There 
 
 For the sound of the coronach comes on the gale. 
 
 
 have been several extensions of the song by other 
 
 
 
 bands.] 
 
 The maidens are weeping in rocky Glencoe, 
 From warrior's eyelids the bitter drops flow. 
 
 
 WERE my love yon lilac fair. 
 
 They come,— but oh ! where is their chieftain bo 
 
 
 Wi' purple blossoms to the spring. 
 
 dear ? 
 
 
 And I a bird to shelter there. 
 
 The yellow-haired laddie is low on the bier. 
 
 
 When wearied on my little wing. 
 
 The maidens are wailing in rocky Glencoe, 
 
 
 How I wad mourn when it was torn. 
 
 There's gloom in the valley,— at sunrise 'twill jro. 
 
 
 By autumn wild, and winter rude I 
 
 But no sun can the gloom fi-om their hearts chjiae 
 
 
 But 1 wad sing on wanton wing. 
 
 away. 
 
 
 When youthfu* May its bloom renewM. ) 
 
 ^ The yellow-haired laddie Ues cauld in the clay. 
 
 
 
 
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 An* waft aM to aajr aailn dto>% 
 
 OlOT-BaM I llMi art tftor to toi^ 
 ! An* 4nr to ■• Hm rftoto. 
 
 I WlMv* I ha** «oa^, wtato I ha^ ««■, 
 
 i MytototyAfiaamaMi 
 
 Whan 1 ha% wt&d, in. 
 
 To wta th» airfb of that dMfr aMb 
 Mr lovrif Atma mmM. 
 
 la* awM tfM toa wtog € 
 
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 Thaa tkto*. with Borft to ay anw. 
 
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 .BMnlftolrtalid.) 
 
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 Bit Hgkl ftato llw iMMtoi, 
 lag toll ■■■> lirii^ii !!■ ■iMtotoiaJMa, 
 
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 ladiaM«Miktototor, 
 WMto aqr WHto b ahnii* to toHhfti* to BM r 
 
 Taaag Wnu* tMM ItalHlaib 
 Bla totikl iya WW fUMMtog. 
 As Ito ipraat to iMrMt wllh a hwrt ton or ftoai 
 
 OatdidaPiiiinwlMi, 
 Alii VMaiy wm kamr* «k^ Iklak rmvM lw» 
 
 T^fctoamtaty^itoBitow, 
 W«i»-^ Kto« koya ted todtoi » Mr« 
 
1 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 49 1 
 
 
 &2X th2 «Hte fo 'Efjatiko ' 
 
 - The Highland clans wi' sword In hand, 
 Frae John 0' Groats to Airly, 
 Ha'e to a man declared to stand 
 
 
 
 [This popular Jacobite song has been subjected 
 
 Or fa' wi' royal Charlie. 
 
 
 
 to various alterations by different hands, bo that 
 
 Come through, &c. 
 
 
 
 few copies read alike. We give here Hogg's ver- 
 
 
 
 
 sion, in his " Kelics." The tune, " O'er the water 
 
 The Lowlands a', baith great an' sma'. 
 
 
 
 to Charlie," is older than the '45, and it is proba- 
 
 Wi' mony a lord an' laird, ha'e 
 
 
 
 ble that there was some old song with that bur- 
 
 Declared for Scotia's king an' law. 
 
 
 
 then btfore the Jacobitical effusion.] 
 
 An' spier ye wha but Charlie ? 
 Come through, &c. 
 
 
 
 Come, boat me ower, come, row me ower. 
 
 
 
 
 Come, boat me ower to Charlie ; 
 
 There's ne'er a lass in a' the land. 
 
 
 
 I'll gi'e John Ross another bawbee. 
 
 But vows baith late an' eai-ly. 
 
 
 
 To ferry me ower to Charlie. 
 
 To man she'll ne'er gi'e heart or hand. 
 
 
 
 "We'll over the water, and over the sea. 
 
 Wha wadna fecht for Charlie. 
 
 
 
 We'll over the water to Charlie ; 
 
 Come through, &c. 
 
 
 
 Come weel, come woe, we'll gather and go. 
 
 
 
 
 And live and die wi' Charlie. 
 
 Then here's a health to Charlie's cause, 
 
 
 
 It's weel I lo'e my Charlie's name. 
 
 Though some there be that abhor him j 
 
 An' be't complete and early. 
 His very name my heart's blood warms,— 
 To arms for royal Charlie I 
 
 
 
 But 0, to see Auld Nick gaun hame, 
 
 Come through, &c. 
 
 
 
 And Charlie's faes before him! 
 
 
 
 
 I swear by moon and stars sae bricht. 
 
 
 
 
 And the sun that glances early. 
 
 
 
 
 If I had twenty thousand lives, 
 I'd gi'e them a' for Charlie. 
 
 Mati^^ Ehe^. 
 
 
 
 I ance had sons, I now ha'e nane ; 
 
 [Written by D. Pkrrt. Music by Sir Henry 
 
 
 
 I bred them, toiling sairly; 
 
 R. Bishop.] 
 
 
 
 And I wad bear them a' again. 
 
 
 
 And lose them a' for Charlie J 
 
 Native land ! I'll love thee ever- 
 Let me raise the welcome strain- 
 Mine were banished feet that never 
 
 
 
 m^pal ^^mlu. 
 
 Hoped to press thy turf again. 
 Now these eyes, illumed with gladness. 
 
 
 
 [Modern Jacobite song.] 
 
 As they scanned thy bftauties o'er. 
 
 
 
 Ne'er again shall melt in sadness. 
 
 
 
 The news frae Moidart cam' yestreen. 
 
 Parting to return no more. 
 
 
 
 Will soon gar mony ferlie. 
 
 Caledonia ! native land ! 
 
 
 
 For ships 0' war have just come in. 
 
 Native land I I'll lore thee ever. 
 
 
 
 An' landed Royal Charlie ! 
 
 
 
 
 Come through the heather. 
 
 Native land ! though fate may banish. 
 
 
 
 Around him gather. 
 
 And command me far to part. 
 
 
 
 Ye're a' the welcomer early. 
 
 Never can thy memory vanish 
 
 
 
 Around him cling wi' a' your kin. 
 
 From this glowing, grateful heart ! 
 
 
 
 For wha'U be king but Charlie ? 
 
 Let an Indian solstice burn me. 
 
 
 
 Come through the heather, around him ga- 
 
 Or the snows of Norway chill. 
 
 
 
 ther, [ther. 
 
 Hither still, my heart I turn thee — 
 
 
 
 Come Ronald, come Donald, come a' thegi- 
 
 Here, my country, thou art still. 
 
 
 
 And crown him rightfu', lawful king. 
 
 Caledonia! native land ! 
 
 
 
 For wha'U be king but CharUe ? i 
 
 ^ Native land, I'll love thee ever. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
493 
 
 Sinii6ittoii*K bonnle 9fU. 
 
 pond Iqr 'oka aactek.] 
 
 > TlMt«M«lMnaMitlMka«lBataafT|lMni 
 or bouiy. aa4 dM • *w« 
 OToriM la tk« kM. ui4 pnto la Ik* aMk, 
 y» pat ay* Ik* vtetar «r«. 
 
 TiMM li avs a «l«g krik* IPB •» TaK 
 Wkk a tawaH ftr V«wi«w^ HMra I 
 
 ▲a4 |la !• PMC «r ]« ■■V ■■* Hk* a «HM 
 Aalk>i>iwl ■ 
 
 A liimilMitoMf kM€^ 
 
 Up ly foa daa. LMk Lmbm4 Inw. 
 WW** boli M*OfffM« ««irili 
 
 Aa4 Ikto I kaair tUI ««ll~ 
 in a*Vr k* kappr Ifll av vlik 
 
 ClMaM TkAta.] 
 
 " Om f* «ai PMC* iMiK •• OanFikwa, 
 T«ari^tWka»py.l»Mi| 
 
 MtaM Ik* aMkiO «M a*««r k*wi tfMt«b 
 ▲ai a •aaOa* lk«* avw aaa «•«. 
 
 Tl* boaai* to a* at ih* Oanykoni 
 KM* aklpplag Ik* klfhaat iwk. 
 Aad. mapl la hi* pkyd at mMauaaMr 4af. 
 
 Aad wkMi J9 mn My •f O i ii ka w i, 
 T« Aal iM* t* Ik* Urk «Mh aw I 
 
 *]!•! baty* aMH 
 •Ki«IgBi«la 
 
 [ AtaBAraM I.Asaa.-NUr, •• B*mI* Mafy.-^ 
 
 T» fBikw la Maadfaiff •era t 
 
 tat away a riMBp I* la akaar aa4 ■ 
 
 la Ik* tiagMiafOanykora. 
 
 Wr ki»t iMlM a* kM«a1 a kmy ( 
 Tk*n^ liMW Mf la Kaaaaaa* Kkk, 
 
 wyii II i*tik*«iaaaw<i»a*k*wy. 
 Bal y*( wl* a* aatw va*ta( waM* 
 
 Tkair Maaariac akaaka aa ilpa % Ik* akmy. 
 Tk«« I* aa* aaa aaaac Ikaai a*. 
 
 Maty. 
 
 Tb Ih i w a gk tfw aaaa li y fcr aa * wlia, 
 
 Tk* watik aa* kaaaiy aa^waanaf i 
 
 iawB* aaa, aa* lB4i a^ Aaca»- 
 * wf M^ aa* k^rlkaaaaw hwlia. 
 
 Tk* hmat l» akaai^i laal aa* worn, 
 or k*r, av aaar DraaUttMa Maty. 
 
 laBMakaa*«M, 
 Wkll* vaOaya alak tojola Ika aaa. 
 
 ( WkBallfcaa'llfklafadarlaaM, 
 ^ i-U l**a B>y ala Piaaikikh Mary. 
 
1 
 
 
 
 
 
 1 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 493 
 
 
 mt ge SdIjh. • 
 
 ^ Thy beauties did such pleasure give. 
 
 Thy love 's so true to me ; 
 
 "Without thee I shall never live. 
 
 
 
 r A i,KxANDKR Lain©.— Air, " Wat ye wha cam' 
 
 My dearie, if thou dee. 
 
 
 
 here, lassie."] 
 
 If fate shall tear thee from my breast, 
 
 
 
 WAT ye wha cam* here yestreen ? 
 
 How shall I lonely stray ! 
 
 
 
 A lad that may fu' weel be seen 1 
 
 In dreary dreams the night I'll waste. 
 
 
 
 My luck for gowd I wadna gi'e. 
 
 In sighs the silent day. 
 
 
 
 I'm just as blythe as blythe can be ;— 
 
 I ne'er can so much virtue find. 
 
 
 
 His frien'ly bow, an' frank gude e'en. 
 
 Nor such perfection see : 
 
 
 
 He gied them baith to sister Jean ; 
 
 Then I'll renounce all womankind. 
 
 
 
 But a' the time as I could see. 
 
 My Peggie, after thee. 
 
 
 
 His kindly looks he gied to me. 
 
 
 
 
 His frien'ly look, &c. 
 
 No new-blown beauty fires my heart. 
 With Cupid's raving rage; 
 
 
 
 I wadna gi'e his looks yestreen. 
 
 But thine, which can such sweets impart, 
 
 
 
 For a' the blythsome sights I've seen— 
 
 Must all the world engage. 
 
 
 
 I've waited lang, an' wearied been. 
 
 'Twas this that like the morning sun. 
 
 
 
 But a' my fears were tint yestreen. 
 
 Gave joy and life to me ; 
 
 
 
 A father's house— a pantry fu' 
 
 And, when its destin'd day is done. 
 
 
 
 0' meal to bake, and maut to brew ; 
 
 With Peggy let me dee. 
 
 
 
 They're nae to slicht nor cast awa'. 
 
 
 
 
 But his kindly looks are worth them a'. 
 
 Ye powers that smile on virtuous love. 
 
 
 
 A Cither's house, &c. 
 
 And in such pleasures share. 
 Ye who its faithful flames approve. 
 
 With pity vievir the fair : 
 Restore my Peggie's wonted charms. 
 
 
 
 MU ^tMu, a tf^m ^u. 
 
 Those charms so dear to me ; 
 
 
 
 Oh, never rob them from those arms— 
 
 
 
 
 I'm lost if Peggy dee. 
 
 
 
 [This was written by Robert CRAWFt;HD,and 
 
 
 
 
 appears in the Tea-Table Miscellany, 1724. The 
 
 
 
 
 beautiful air called " My dearie, if thou die" is 
 
 
 
 
 older than Ramsay's day, but the original words 
 
 
 
 
 of the song are supposed to be lost. Crawfurd's 
 
 
 
 
 words are also given with the music in the Or- 
 pheus Caledonius, published in London 1725; 
 
 «attk*^ tie Uum o* t Je U2m. 
 
 
 
 but the editor of that work has considerably 
 
 
 
 
 altered the old tune, and certainly not improved 
 
 [Tune, " Fy let us a' to the bridal.] 
 
 
 
 it. The original and genuine air will be found 
 
 
 
 
 in the annotations to the last edition of 
 
 On Tysday gaun out i' the e'enin' 
 
 
 
 Johnson's Museum, where it is given from an 
 
 Amang the green woodlands alane. 
 
 
 
 old manuscript in the possession of Mr Sten- 
 
 I heard a fair maid complaiiiin' 
 
 
 
 hduse, the chief commentator of that edition. 
 
 An' making a pityfu' maen ; 
 
 
 
 The old tune is also to be f jund in a manuscript 
 
 An' this was the mournfu' occasion. 
 
 
 
 collection of music bearing date 1693, belonging 
 
 The source o' the saut gushin' tear. 
 
 
 
 at one time to the late Mr Andrew Blackie, 
 
 An' burden o' her lamentation. 
 
 
 
 engraver. Paisley.] 
 
 " Auld Wattie's the waur o' the wear." 
 
 
 
 LovK never more shall give me pain. 
 
 Ye birds in the green woodlands singing. 
 
 
 
 My fancy's flx'd on thee ; 
 
 Ye shepherds o' dark ravin' Dee, 
 
 
 
 Nor ever maid my heart shall gain. 
 
 Ye rocks and ye wild echoes ringing. 
 
 
 
 My Peggie, if thou dee. ^ 
 
 ^ Ye cleughs fu* o" gladness an' glee; 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 ▲n'fnai 
 
 B« gnnrli inw ft K<m«» Uw. 
 
 The f«m wfaM 07 tkTMgli «k* « 
 
 •* Asm Wftttts^ tlM VMT sr lbs 
 
 GtajfMC 
 ItM* 
 
 An' eni«« own hit «M 
 AB'Bi«l»-talMTMI».tt 
 
 bitoAVln^ 
 
 WmjBiMkitMthM. BiHMlil 
 Aa4 M* IM ktei !• llMik ItaMM > 
 
 Bat X*v« a hHft llMft^ DMthli« Mck . 
 
 Tli IIN wT li uu wHi, DomM. 
 I1la«^l0«vaeagrt lillowanMk: 
 
 • f«k«kkfcflrt«f«>. 
 
 A«*i 
 
 WIM kippri tiM «mI «• Mi. 
 
 Aa- «M «D <iw gflvf erit ttet Mnn 
 
 TiM wivwfli' brtte ar TnqMOT. 
 An* aool •• llM 4ay I «M ■»nr« 
 
 y^sttH afot'. 
 
 (F«i_. , 
 
 bi tiM Moiid valHM or BMMiqr»1Wn»M» Mb. 
 
 Oana a«a* «l* «m» Jamqrl 
 8te ft««rM I flMma b«r ftM MM. 
 
 Wham ■mtiM anc* tavWl^ at, J«my. 
 Ifiwil b* kind, jroaH Bcwted 
 
 That oofht ihan alter sa, J«nay i 
 P)pr 9n« tiM mIfltiMi of my mtaia, 
 
 #haMW ft tktak ornw. Jmibj t 
 
 Flwt a > — j i w i la M ti iB^iiii wy hwrtt 
 
 TtMBI^toa 
 
 Bitaew.alMl yoaaatavan 
 
 Tmimmmrmmnftmtm, 
 Par aaa tham lOHr MMk X>M 
 
 lf^aaa«l«aaaalBd, 
 1-1 M^ lo^ MM, Mr tkM, 
 
 SoaaiA 
 TIM Pm «M ■«■• and •mm r*port 
 
 Bm only laaM a Ha. Jmny { 
 To try tby tfath. and MalM at q^ort, 
 
 Tbt lalt «■• lalMd by aw, Jomy. 
 
 Janrr. 
 WbMi this yo provo, aad ottB Ml ton. 
 
 That 1 ha-* maiM on IhM. D im H « 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 405 
 
 i 
 
 ^ In ta morning, when him rise. 
 
 
 
 Ye'se get freah whey for tea, matam ; 
 
 
 i^aulDi afes\ 
 
 Sweet milk and ream as much you pltase. 
 Far sheeper tan Pohea, matam. 
 Haud awa', haud awa'. 
 
 
 [This can be traced no farther back than to 
 
 Haud awa' frae me, Donald ! 
 
 
 David Herd's collection, 1776. The author is 
 
 I winna quit my morning's tea— 
 
 
 anknown.— Tune, " Donald. "J 
 
 Your whey will ne'er agree, Donald. 
 Haper Gaelic ye'se pe learn, 
 
 
 O, WILL ye ha'e ta tartan plaid, 
 
 And tat's ta ponny speak, matam ; 
 
 
 Or will ye ha'e ta ring, matam ? 
 
 Ye'se get a cheese, and butter kirn : 
 
 
 Or will ye ha'e ta kiss o' me ? 
 
 Come wi' me kin ye like, matam. 
 
 
 And tat'8 a pretty ting, matam ! 
 
 Haud awa', haud awa'. 
 
 
 Hand awa', bide awa'. 
 
 Haud awa' frae me, Donald ! 
 
 
 Haud awa' frae mo, Donald ! 
 
 Your Gaelic and your Highland cheer 
 
 
 I'll neither kiss nor ha'e a ring ; 
 
 Will ne'er gae down wi' nve, Donald. 
 
 
 Nae tartan plaids for me, Donald ! 
 
 Fait, ye'se pe get a siller protch. 
 
 
 0, see ye not her ponnie progues. 
 
 Pe pigger tan ta moon, matam ; 
 
 
 Her fecket-plaid, plue, creen, matam ? 
 
 Ye'se ride in currach 'stead o' coach. 
 
 
 Her twa short hose, and her twa spoigs, 
 
 And wow put ye'll pe fine, matam. 
 
 
 And a shoulter-pclt apeen, matam ? 
 
 Haud awa', haud awa'. 
 
 
 Haud awa', bide awa'. 
 
 Haud awa' frae me, Donald ! 
 
 
 Haud awa' frae me, Donald ! 
 
 For a' your Highland rarities. 
 
 
 Nae shoulder-belts, nae trinkabouts, 
 
 Ye're no a match for me, Donald. 
 
 
 Nae tartan hose for me, Donald * 
 
 What ! 'tis ta way tat ye'll pe kind 
 
 
 Her can pe show a petter hough 
 
 To a pretty man hke me, matam ! 
 
 
 Tan him tat wears ta croun, matam ; 
 
 Sae lang's claymore hangs py my side 
 
 
 Hersel' ha'e pistol and claymore. 
 
 I'll nefer marry tee, matam ! 
 
 
 To fley ta Lallant loon, matam. 
 
 0, come awa', come awa'. 
 
 
 Haud awa', haud awa'. 
 
 Come awa' wi' me, Donald ' 
 
 
 Haud awa' frae me, Donald 
 
 I wadna quit my Highland man; 
 
 
 For a' your houghs and warlike arms. 
 
 Frae Lawlands set me free, Donald ! 
 
 
 You're no a match for me, Donald. 
 
 
 
 Hersel' ha'e a short coat, pi pocht 
 
 
 
 No trail my feets at rin, matam ; 
 
 
 
 A cutty sark o' goot ham sheet. 
 
 
 
 My motter she pe spin, matam. 
 Haud awa', haud awa'. 
 
 11! Un^ t||P U^n. 
 
 
 Haud awa' frae me, Donald ; 
 
 
 
 Gae hame and hap your naked houghs. 
 And fash nae mair wi' me, Donald. 
 
 [William Ferousson.] 
 
 
 Ye's ne'er pe pidden work a turn 
 
 I'LL tend thy bower, my bonnie May, 
 
 
 At ony kind o' spin, matam ; 
 
 In spring-time o' the year. 
 
 
 But shug your laeno (child) in a scull. 
 
 When saft'ning winds begin to woo 
 
 
 And tidel Highland sing, matam. 
 
 The primrose to appear- 
 
 
 Haud awa', haud awa'. 
 
 When daffodils begin to dance. 
 
 
 Haud awa* frae me, Donald ! 
 
 And streams again flow free. 
 
 
 Your jogging sculls and Highland sang 
 
 And little birds are heard to pipe 
 
 
 WUl sound but harsh wi' me, Donald. ;^ 
 
 ; On the sprouting forest tree. 
 
 
 
i9H 
 
 4 iVmifUmak 
 
 Aa« Hv* «WI> hap* 4MiiV»l 
 in Mir IB wk «M«|llw «Ml 
 
 
 l.ff«Uta(.iwwp 1 
 
 As4 M tfw lHi4 sad oa tiM Ml, 
 
 gntthtW, sr (BttftU of t^S* 
 
 TlMt iOi a lowwH ■ftas «BMk / 
 
 TIM «Mtf ^w •• Mi ml, 
 T« chMT «r «raMM «^>fMi pMi 
 
 Th* «Wfy>lHlM feNMll 
 
 Birt akl fer MM ilHTC *lM* MM nr 
 O^ baliiV iMpniMviriaf 4ir«- 
 TiM iHr «f «mli alHM wB My 
 XykMfthlBtktWMl. 
 
 Kirrs tooo. 
 
 (tawwte «r Mi 
 votaM of Om 1te-1Uto ] 
 b oM I ttM «f •* LHrt* 0«t«M- li h 
 
 M. ••«Mft7M*«»*«V« IWM. ••^••WyP 
 
 wici %M 1 teipiiMi Ik* imiMirMUM 
 
 TAnmwwax, f* 1 m« «H •rj«f . 
 
 T« «HM» •Tk*** Hl4 glMb 
 
 Oh bo— 1» ifwrni* i ii ww i ii n , 
 
 T«1I MBll* MM wilr fer m; 
 I'M dawrj MNT, I'm MlaiMM, 
 WHhmit a hop* to m* ov ata, 
 Th* )«iMl «^ av iMart li IBM 
 
 Phr, ter t|«aft Iht Ma. 
 
 T)M hMl fbad hwk my MMa pMa. 
 
 Tb* parttag werte h* mM. 
 lii tmr la mlad tUHa my gm«* 
 
 MywwphMdIilaldi 
 II mar »• lui^ chmta my hwft. 
 And pate aqr iMad wl* wily srl, 
 D«l ah, «r Bk in BMMr part 
 
 Thk li vwy riMlM to Iha clam cT ih» hHl * 
 Who^i ha a klag » aMi aay toO. 
 Whaa a AaptaN *«• aa waO 7 
 
 II map lalaMM maay naiM 
 It Ha 
 
 apaaanaaflteiy 
 
 TAaar «••» tany Man, 
 TvfywoalaDtoiplat 
 
 Ckrdn««ll.aaf4llMaa, 
 ChrdH««ll«awyBhagto. 
 

 
 1 
 
 1 SCOTTISH SONGS. 49^ 
 
 Bing my bonnie harmless sheep, vi She sell'd her coat, and she drank it. 
 
 
 That feed upon the mountains steep. 
 
 She sell'd her coat, and she drank it. 
 
 
 Bleating sweetly, as ye fio 
 
 She row'd hersel* in n blanket; 
 
 
 Through the winter's frost and snow. 
 
 She winna be guided by me. 
 
 
 Hart, and hynd, and fkllow-deer. 
 
 
 
 No by half sae useful are: 
 
 She mind't na when I forbade her, 
 
 
 Frae kings, to him that hauda the plou'. 
 
 She mind't na when I forbade her. 
 
 
 All are obliged to tarry woo. 
 
 I took a rung and I claw'd her. 
 And a braw gude bairn was she. 
 
 
 Up, ye shepherds, dance and skip ; 
 
 
 
 Ower the hills and valleys trip ; 
 
 
 
 Sing up the praise of tarry woo ; 
 
 
 
 Sing the flocks that bear it too : 
 Harmless creatures, without blame. 
 
 ^i^ H a bii'^^me. 
 
 
 That dead the back, and cram the wame ; 
 
 
 
 Keep us warm and hearty fou— 
 
 [Written by Burns in 1792 for Thomson's 
 
 
 Leeze me on the tarry woo. 
 
 collection, to the tune of " My wife's a wanton 
 
 
 How happy is the shepherd's life. 
 
 wee thing.'] 
 
 
 Far frae courts and tree of strife ! 
 "W'hUe the gimmers bleat and bae. 
 And the lambkins answer mae; 
 
 She is a winsome wee thing. 
 She is a winsome wee thing. 
 She is a bonnie wee thing. 
 
 
 No such music to his ear ! 
 Of thief or fox he has no fear : 
 
 This sweet wee wife 0' mine! 
 
 
 Sturdy kent, and collie true, 
 Weil defend the tarry woo. 
 
 I never saw a fairer, 
 
 I never loo'd a dearer; 
 
 And neist my heart I'll wear her. 
 
 
 He lives content, and envies none : 
 Not even a monarch on his throne. 
 
 For fear my jewel tine. 
 
 
 Though he the royal sceptre sways. 
 
 She is a winsome wee thing. 
 She is a handsome wee thing. 
 
 
 Has such pleasant holidays. 
 
 
 Who'd be king, can ony tell. 
 
 She is a bonnie wee thing. 
 
 
 When a shepherd sings sae well ? 
 
 This sweet wee wife 0' mine. 
 
 
 Sings sae well, and pays his due 
 
 
 
 With honest heart and tarry woo. 
 
 The warld's wrak we share o't. 
 
 
 
 The warstle and the care o't; 
 Wi' her I'll blythely bear It, 
 
 
 Pi^ mt% 
 
 And think my lot divine. 
 
 
 [Thb tune of "My wife's a wanton wee thing" 
 
 
 
 is old, and is sometimes used as a reel tune. Part 
 
 
 
 of the following song appears in Herd's collection, 
 1776, and part in Johnson's Museum.] 
 
 ®jTOgJ) UMt'^ fte UliBte. 
 
 
 My wife's a wanton wee thing. 
 
 [Alexander Laino.— First printed in the 
 
 
 My wife's a wanton wee thing. 
 
 "British Minstrel" edited by Mr. John Stru- 
 
 
 My wife's a wanton wee thing. 
 
 thers, and published by Khull, Blackie, & Ck>., 
 
 
 She winna be guided by me. 
 
 1821.] 
 
 
 She play'd the loon ere she was married. 
 
 Though dovirie's the winter sae ploomie an' drear, 
 
 
 She play'd the loon ere she was married. 
 
 happy we've been through the dead 0' the yoar ; 
 
 
 She play'd the loon ere she was married. 
 
 J An' blythe to sic bield as the bumie brae gave ; 
 
 
 Shft'U do't again ere she die. ; 
 
 r mony a nicht ha'e we stoun frae the lave. 
 •' £1 
 
 
 
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 kMiUvfWb 
 
 Tbty aqr «i* • !■«, '<eM« 1 look ■» «• ttMMi 
 Thry '.inph Ml' tiMf JMT, Ml* Ihay kmmtakmm. 
 
 An' 
 
 I tr, iMi MMT iward 
 
 A«* iv« wlHB I SM yw, flB MM b94li «lb 
 
 Aa* ^« MllMlIlM Mtk M kM Ml* M fiitr, 
 la tatea ar iraa tofa. ««» laala, |«1l «>aar 
 Tkt tMHHtartaa m l ihy . aiy kMfiak* %• O m 
 Aa'ltlMwyf aaw m 7afM>"<t»aia. 
 
 V<8t8» I ■Mft lobf tt^rc . 
 
 (Tun !■ lH* bmm «f a ««>y oM 
 
 ■ipMV, kat M b I 
 
 la tlM TwTiMi MiMflaagr. W««h«BAai*ATii 
 •rrt.) 
 
 Vtv Mb iVtli«i a^, ka Wli Mi CTW 
 WKkiair. aad «aiu krr aiottoa. 
 
 ■• «k>« If km wkani lai« I lar«. 
 
 I mmm^ iim» aad ii t tii , 
 law «Mh iMpyr av iVMH mav^ 
 
 Tbrn nmr ilaaa kafflly I*va kl^ 
 miifaaaaiiai tillii«t 
 
 W« low Ba t w lui la liiilafi 
 llkaaiHiliiMiiklnaaalw 
 
 WkyAi^iaak 
 
 M«a Mqr ka kalhk, ITtfiiy pi 
 
 Aai 4iat a Wi W k 4a<r« 
 
 Tadtk,aadMrt 
 
 II. 
 [Baaaar CaAwtraa.) 
 
 B« fllsk>i anA ■■■>«»• lava a aMM . 
 
 Iklscnrf. 
 
 Tkaack ttip kaf4 kMft flvM aa nrfM; 
 T««, PaiD. I aMHt !<««• thw. 
 
 Tkat Ikat tlwa OTHl^ «M klm ? 
 
 Tkli tM If «kM I laiWaWii 
 
 Tto tk«a ataM MB fanrfi Ika auaa, 
 
 Aa4 cMl Its tmaklaff aafaUk. 
 
 lor tk«a I hava Uto •po««»«a ylata, 
 
 WkMa avaiy aMdi IbvMm *•! 
 Far thao^ Ml* aaaw afall aqr pala, 
 
 r*a HMO tkai oalr rflfMi MM > 
 Tl*li lavo tte» tMi MF MiMkI kMr« 
 
 gyaPkatttwr* mill 
 
 Ok ! waaM tkaa aai « loai a part, 
 
 Mj ffifararicktaooa ka *a^4. 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 499 
 
 That beauteous breast, so soft to feel, 
 
 Seem'd tenderness all over. 
 Yet it defends thy heart like steel, 
 
 'Gainst thy despairing lover. 
 Alas I tho' it should ne'er relent, 
 
 Nor Colin's care e'er move thee, 
 Yet till life's latest breath is spent, 
 
 ily Peggy, I must love thee. 
 
 0, Uunu tiink* 
 
 [Alex. M'Gilvrav.— Tune, '• The Traveller's 
 Eeturn."] 
 
 O ! DiNNA think, though we, guidwife. 
 
 May sometimes disagree; 
 Though twice ten years we ha'e been wed, 
 
 Thou'rt not as dear to me. 
 As dear to me as e'er thou wert 
 
 When handsome, young, and gay. 
 Our hearts and hands we fondly join'd, 
 
 Upon our bridal day. 
 
 What though the beauties of thy face 
 
 And form begin to fail ; 
 What though the bloom forsakes thy cheeks. 
 
 Thy rosy lips grow pale ? 
 And what although thy dark blue eyes 
 
 No more like diamonds shine, — 
 Thy once unrivall'd shape and air 
 
 Appear no more divine ? 
 
 The charms that first secur'd my heart, 
 
 In thee remain the same ; 
 An' fan within my bosom still, 
 * A never-dying flame. 
 You still possess a pleasant look, 
 
 A calm unruffled mind ; 
 A soothing voice, a faithful heart,— 
 
 Complaisant, warm, an' kind. 
 
 Thy constant care has ever been 
 
 To smooth life's rugged way ; 
 With happy smiles to brighten up 
 
 The darkest dreary day. 
 When care or sickness wrung my heart. 
 
 An' round me fortune lower'd ; 
 Into my thrilling bosom still 
 
 The healing balm ye pour'd. 
 
 Round ev'ry tale to me you've told. 
 
 And ev'ry song you've sung. 
 And ev'ry spot where we have been, 
 
 A hallow'd charm is flung. 
 How dear to me the broomy knowes. 
 
 The greenwood's fragrant shade. 
 The flow'ry fields, the verdant banks. 
 
 And braes where we laave stray'd ! 
 
 Oh ! many a pleasant hour we've past. 
 
 And happy day we've seen. 
 Could we but live to see our bairns 
 
 As bless'd as we have been. 
 Content we'll leave this earthly scene, 
 
 And bow to heav'n's decree, 
 In hopes we all shall meet again. 
 
 And blest for ever be. 
 
 [Thr exquisitely beautiful tune of " Gala 
 Water" is known to be very old, but nothing 
 can be said of its precise era. Dr. Haydn, the 
 celebrated German composer, admired it, and 
 wrote on the music-sheet of it a note ir. Lis best 
 English: "This one Dr. Haydn favourite tong." 
 The old words of the tune are lost, with the ex- 
 ception of the two following verses: 
 
 Braw, braw lads of Gala water, 
 Braw, braw lads of Gala water ; 
 
 I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee. 
 
 And follow my love through the water. 
 
 O'er yon bank and o'er yon brae. 
 O'er yon moss amang the heather, 
 
 I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee. 
 
 And follow my love through the water." 
 In Herd's, Johnson's, and other collections, two 
 verses are added to these, which properly belong 
 to the song called " The lassie lost her silken 
 snood." Tlie following version of " Gala Water" 
 is by Burns, and was written by him in January, 
 1793, for Thomson's collection. It may be added, 
 that the Gala is a small stream which rises in Mid 
 Lothian, runs south, and falls into the Tweed 
 above Melrose.] 
 
 Theae'8 braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes. 
 That wander through the blooming heathtr; 
 
 But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws. 
 Can match the lads o' Gala wat^-r. 
 
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 i *MV li SMb A CMnt MM, 
 
 ▲•d rn b* kli, aad Wn l» nio*, 
 TIM bomlB lad «r CiUa «»ter. 
 
 Attkoagh Mi daddlt «M MM taM, 
 ▲ad ttei«li 1 IM^ M* akU* «imImi t 
 
 TM fflik to ktadMtt IhmM lofs, 
 
 W«rD ftMt o» floaki M teto «M«. 
 
 U BC^ «M WMJOI, Ift MiM WW VMHk. 
 
 flM tandi aad Mm fl^ awtMl 1«««. 
 O tiM»lHh» liliftH wttH% limiii ! 
 
 An tt)ou torre ntQ ain tt)ing. 
 
 [Tm Am irir •• Ab IkMi ««• ay ate iktof b 
 to to taad to O m <— «r Storiaak^ MS. iMto 
 Bopk, wiHliB » Al mm to MUT. Bmp ■«* 
 aldMtf^toiaBM toditonBtoad. ThaM- 
 leartocw— IwWitfc* mill Ml afifcalwd 
 
 Ta MMft f aa atolB aM HMtoi, 
 Bat ttort t lax ■■<. *r |av Mk*. 
 WkataMiaaatB Mi , m — i^ ta l i 
 
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 NO totoi av tfeMMl ar Mb kMM ip 
 WMali toaattk« aat, in ti^ « 
 
 (CtomavATMa by BAaMV, fraai Tia^Wbla 
 
 ■aa toi«^ I told llM aM af MtM, 
 
 of tto 1\ia>I>atoa Mlwiliaay, alww H to 
 
 •Ml aa Z, iMFlytof tftolll to by aa aahaawa 
 
 aatkar. Tka toto vwa to to to taad to *a Or> 
 
 atotlMtotoiitoMi I |<d aa iky toaaitoa toM ■ 
 
 I woald k^ ttoa, I MaaM to% *toi 
 An tkoa ««n aqr ata «Mat« 
 How daarlir «oaU 1 to/% ttaa ! 
 
 I woaM atov Ikaa to aifna. 
 
 Tm abaaa aMCtol tkoa kaal ahanaat 
 Baw dMftr 4o I to^ itoM I 
 
 la 1 aaaal aim pnaaaplaaat ba, 
 Ta riww kow madb I lo^ tkaa. 
 Aa tkoa mm*, im. 
 
 Tk* gedi aao tkiag paeaMar bava. 
 
 To rato aaaa wkfHB tkajr Ma ana I 
 
 O, Ibr tMr alH» HVport a atoaa. 
 
 Wko aalj llfaa to laM tkaa. 
 
 Aa Ikaa MMV. Am. 
 
 ■yaa to aai wkayava 
 IM toB kaw Mtob t Mam ton. 
 AaBMawMa^*^ 
 
 Raw Mr aad laddy to Mf laaa. 
 
 Nr«niabtoc«l 
 Vaaakala 
 
 WkOM tkaa, Hto Ny, ar tka «toa, 
 
 itorfwaldtwto^ 
 
 la ridatoc yaalk torb BMto oar kai. 
 
 O tot aaa aaara aado BMBb ' 
 Aa tkoa war*, dM. 
 
 Wklto lo«a dow at kto altar atoad, 
 Ba% IkMO^ aijr kaart, gl^ aa tkjr baad, 
 AadwtokitoMaBatkaailiiiHiiMHMli 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGa 50l 
 
 
 
 ^ 0, set me anee on Scottish land. 
 
 
 
 
 Jly guid braidsword into my hand. 
 
 
 
 ^0 MjauiatoE uu* 
 
 My blue bonnet abune my bree. 
 
 
 
 I. 
 
 And Shaw me the man thafU daunton me. 
 
 It's nae the battle's deadly stoure, 
 
 Nor friends proved false, that'll gaur me cower ; 
 
 
 
 [Thk tune of " To Daunton me" is at least 
 
 But the reckless hand o' povertie. 
 
 
 
 more than a hundred years old, as it is to be found 
 
 0, that alane can daunton me. 
 
 
 
 in Oswald, (1740.) The following words are chiefly 
 
 High was 1 born to kingly gear. 
 
 
 
 by BuBNs, and were written by him for Johnson's 
 
 But a cuif cam' in my cap to wear; 
 
 
 
 Museum. Part of the chorus and some of the 
 
 But wi' my broadsword I'll let him see 
 
 
 
 rest of the words are old.] 
 
 He's nae the man to daunton me. 
 
 
 
 The blude-red rose at Yule may blaw. 
 
 0, 1 ha'e scarce to lay me on. 
 
 
 
 
 Of kingly fields were ance my ain. 
 
 
 
 The frost may freeze the deepest sea; 
 
 Wi' the muir-cock on the mountain bree ; 
 
 
 
 But an auld man shall never daunton me ! 
 
 But hardship ne'er can daunton me. 
 
 
 
 To daunton me, and me sae young. 
 
 Up cam' the gallant chief Lochiel, 
 
 
 
 Wi- his fause heart and flatterin' tongue ! 
 
 And drew his glaive o' nut-brown steel. 
 
 
 
 That is the thing ye ne'er shall see ; 
 
 Says, Charlie, set your fit to me. 
 
 
 
 For an auld man shall never daunton me. 
 
 And shaw me wha will daunton thee! 
 
 
 
 For a' his meal, for a* his maut. 
 
 
 
 
 For a' his fresh beef and his saut. 
 
 
 
 
 For a' his gowd and white monie. 
 
 
 
 
 An auld man shall never daunton me. 
 
 
 
 
 His gear may buy him kye and yowes. 
 
 m^ MmU d §mt% 
 
 
 
 His gear may buy him glens and knowes; 
 
 
 
 
 But me he shall not buy nor fee ; 
 
 [Thb tune called " The Banks of Forth" was 
 
 
 
 For an auld man shall never daunton me. 
 
 composed by Oswald, and published in 1741. We 
 cannot say whether the following song, which ap- 
 
 
 
 He hirples twa-feuld, as he dow. 
 
 pears in Herd's collection, 1776, is the original 
 
 
 
 Wi' his teethless gab and auld bauld pow. 
 
 one to which the air was adapted or not. Its 
 
 
 
 And the rain rins doun frae his red-blear'd e'e: 
 
 author is unknown. In the same coUection 
 
 
 
 That auld man shall never daunton me. 
 
 (Herd's) is another song to the same tune, begin- 
 ning. 
 
 
 
 
 " Ye sylvan powers that rule the plain. 
 
 
 
 II. 
 
 Where sweetly winding Fortha glides. 
 Conduct me to these banks again. 
 
 
 
 [JACOBITE VERSION.] 
 
 Since there my charming Molly bides." 
 But it is unnecessary to quote it, as it has nothing 
 
 
 
 [In Hogg's "Jacobite Reliques" we have no 
 
 particularly to recommend it, and it is long.] 
 
 
 
 less than three Jacobite songs with the title of 
 
 
 
 
 " To Daunton me," and another to the same 
 
 Awake, my love ! with genial ray. 
 
 
 
 tune. We give the first and the best. It is also 
 
 The sun returning glads the day. 
 
 
 
 to be found in Cromek.] 
 
 Awake ! the balmy zephyr blows. 
 
 The hawthorn blooms, the daisy glows. 
 
 
 
 To daunton me, and me sae young. 
 
 The trees regain their verdant pride. 
 
 
 
 And guid king James's auldest son ! 
 
 The turtle woos his tender bride ; 
 
 
 
 O, that's the thing that ne'er can be; 
 
 To love each warbler tunes the song. 
 
 
 
 For the man is unborn that'll daunton me ! c 
 
 h And Forth in dimples glidea along. 
 
 
 
 
MS 
 
 oh, mmmpma Wnwnhn 
 
 Man ffintte ttea tta* tartte 
 OrMfMrnatiMtOMn 
 BMOiak thM aO ia M tht 
 
 ®t)e i^oiinif ^ot. 
 
 (Tun ts MM of BiiiuArs •ooffi tm Uw Tm 
 TWbto MiMdteay. It «m wrtttM t» a mm 
 
 tlMoMair. •'VaMf^ !• Ah _ 
 " TiMrt b » tradltloii.'* mff Mr. 
 "iMntloaad ly tiM B«v. Jmmi B^ te ili 
 Tm«*b tfUMsk tBotfaad, (1 vali. IMT J ttwl 
 Uh cvly woe apM wtddi ■■■■iyai««iii tlw 
 
 Mary of 0«1m ■••• to oar Jmwo T.. m a iMa* 
 
 TagalM 
 
 Aadp 
 
 Mybnwa,a<y>o—lo l ii f ii 
 la half kaaAi wajoteai aaa lMii««, 
 
 ToHnayo»llimtlwniii, 
 WMo pasMli !«»• a Ian* MaatB 
 
 Bat I luar okaM, ta Ulghlaiid giMM 
 
 T» hard tho kU and loal, naaa. 
 ■n I eoald, Ibr ria llttio tadi. 
 
 Wao worth th« maa, wha tnl hogaa 
 
 Tbt baao angnMimn ft«ktai, 
 FMm gTMdy Tlowa knro^ art to a«, 
 vtelup 
 
 rno Amiga flddi^ mr lovt^ loath. 
 
 Hart* to thy hmglaff ImmIo. 
 \rbo panti to prmthy balmy meath. 
 
 And la her boiom haoa* thoo. 
 Lotrsgi'otthoword: thra, haotooa board) 
 
 Fair wioda and traty boat^aaa. 
 Wan o'er, wait o'er, frao yonder thotv. 
 
 My hlytho, aif boote Soot^iaa. 
 
 To «|IM an|«MlM ! po airy thtafil 
 How fata li all yoar art ! 
 
 Hair mMom H a lom- bttagi! 
 Baw na^r kMpi a heart ! 
 
 Thatbla*J 
 That aalNa art to plMa»l 
 
OF THE ^ 
 
 UNIVERSITY 
 
 OF /J 
 
 
 ' 
 
 _ 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 503 
 
 
 
 Come then, my love » 0, come along ! \ 
 
 ^ A kiss of Betty and a smile. 
 
 
 
 And feed me with thy charms; 
 
 A'beit ye wad lay down 
 
 
 
 Come, fair inspirer of my song 1 
 
 The right ye ha'e to Britain's Isle, 
 
 
 
 Oh, fill tny longing arms ! 
 
 And offer me your crown. 
 
 
 
 A flame like mine can never die. 
 
 
 
 
 While charms so bright aa thine, 
 
 
 
 
 So heavenly fair, both please the eye. 
 
 
 
 
 And fill the soul divine ! 
 
 ^CiEBU %m'^. 
 
 
 
 
 [The tune called "Bonnie Jean" is a very old 
 Scottish melody. Its full name was originally 
 
 1 
 
 
 ©toff ^S)gk« 
 
 " Bonnie Jean of Aberdeen," and there was an 
 old song with these words as a burthen, but it is 
 now supposed to be lost. The following was 
 
 
 
 [" OwER Bogie" is a term applied to irregular 
 or runaway marriages. The tune so called is a 
 
 written by EAMSAvto the old air: both the words 
 and music appear in the Orpheus Caledonius, 
 1725.] 
 
 
 
 fine old one, but used to be sung to very indiffe- 
 
 
 
 rent words. The following is Ramsay's version. 
 The first four lines, are all that belong to the ori- 
 ginal song.] 
 
 Love's goddess. In a myrtle grove. 
 
 Said, Cupid, bend thy bow with speed. 
 
 
 
 Nor let thy shaft at random rove. 
 
 i 
 
 
 
 For Jeany's hauithty heart maun bleed. 
 
 
 
 I WILL awa' wi' my love. 
 
 The smiling boy with art divine. 
 
 
 
 I will awa' wi' her. 
 
 From Paphos shot an arrow keen. 
 
 
 
 Though a' my kin had sworn and said, 
 
 Which flew, unerring, to the heart. 
 
 
 
 I'll ower bogie wi' her. 
 
 And kill'd the pride of bonnie Jean. 
 
 
 
 If I can get but her consent. 
 
 
 
 
 I dinna care a strae ; 
 
 Nae mair the nymph, wi' haughty air. 
 
 
 
 Though ilka ane be discontent. 
 
 Refuses Willie's kind address; 
 
 
 
 Awa' wi' her 111 gae. 
 
 Her yielding blushes show nae care. 
 But too much fondness to suppress. 
 
 
 
 For now she's mistress o' my heart. 
 
 Nae mair the youth is sullen now. 
 
 
 
 And wordy o' my hand; 
 
 But looks the gayest on the green. 
 
 1 
 
 
 And, weel I wat, we shanna part 
 
 Whilst ev'ry day he spies some new 
 
 
 
 For siller or for land. 
 
 Surprising charms in bonnie Jean. 
 
 
 
 Let rakes delight to swear and drink. 
 
 
 
 
 And beaux admire fine lace ; 
 
 A thousand transporU crowd his brer.st, 
 
 
 
 But my chief pleasure is to blink 
 
 He moves as light as fleeting wind ; 
 
 
 
 On Betty's bonnie face. 
 
 His former sorrows seem a jest. 
 
 Now when his Jeany is turn'd kind : 
 
 
 
 There a' the beauties do combine. 
 
 Riches he looks on wi' disdain ; 
 
 
 
 Of colour, treats, and air , 
 
 The glorious fields of war look mean ; 
 
 
 
 The saul that sparkles in her een 
 
 The eheeriul hound and Lorn give pain. 
 
 
 
 Makes her a jewel rare; 
 
 If absent from his bonnie Jean. 
 
 
 
 Her flowin' wit gives shining life 
 
 
 
 
 To a' her other charms ; 
 
 The day he spends in amorous gaze, 
 
 
 
 How blest I'll be when she's my wife. 
 
 
 
 
 And lock'd up in my arms ! 
 
 When sunk in downs, wi' glad aniaze, 
 He wonders at her in his dreams. 
 
 
 
 There bljthely will I rant and sing. 
 
 A* charms disclos'd, she looks more bright 
 
 
 
 While o'er her sweets I'll range ; 
 
 Than Troy's fair prize, the Spartan queen ; 
 
 
 
 I'll cry. Your humble servant, king. 
 
 Wi' breaking day he lifts his sight. 
 
 
 
 Bluune fa* them that wad change. r 
 
 J- And pants to be wi' bonnie Jean. 
 
 
 
 
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 It ^P«N ki «ko Ite-lkUo MtoHOMy. 
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 TW Mjr oroo Mia Amo HMrtlai. 
 ' iW po*r» Moad, Baa(Mai «r BHtMr.) 
 
 ioTtko 
 
 konovnorBoftbarKko. Ha kaAuid lai om or 
 tko ttnlbvtaaato penoM who «a« d i owiw d at 
 ToniMNith-roMla, on th* ocmikm or tk* thtp- 
 wreek of tho Ol uw i Ui Mfat*. which wa hrtsf 
 tag tko Doko or York down to Boollaid, May, 
 
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 Aft oric<l he, Oh, bey ! masn I •till IHo 
 My«d' thu« awajr, and daama dioeofa 
 To my boonto Hay, UmI I am her tofto: 
 
 AkhMii 4 i P i g tow tog ai 
 fhlrkM« ' 
 
 O Mial aaM i I *w« thy powvr, 
 1 *a^ 1 i%k, and laagakk. 
 
 THofa, oar wU adon, 
 Aad krtoapk tony aardA. 
 
 Bat MMo, O okarmr ! oaa ay ai^ 
 And toft ay totanito aaa tkai 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. gQg 
 
 1*1! mUt huU tiu* 
 
 [The fine tune of " I'll never leave thee" Is of great antiquity, and seems to have been at one time 
 In use in the church, as it is adapted to some spiritual hymns of the sixteenth and seventeenth cen- 
 turies. Eamsay wrote the following words to the tune, retaining the chorus of the old song. Kam- 
 say's song appears in the first volume of the Tea-Table Miscellany, (1724,) and also in the fourth 
 volume of the London Musical Miscellany, (1730.) In the latter work, it is adapted to the tune of 
 " A lad and a lassie lay in a killogie," now better known by the name of " Bannocks o' bear meal, 
 bannocks o' barley." To this tune it is also set in Johnson's Museum.] 
 
 Johnny. 
 Though, for seven years and mair, honour should reave me 
 To fields where cannons rair, thou needsna grieve thee ; 
 For deep in my spirit thy sweets are indented ; 
 And love shall preserve aye what love has imprinted. 
 Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee. 
 Gang the war Id as it will, dearest, believe me ! 
 
 Nelly. 
 Oh, Johnny, I'm jealous, whene'er ye discover 
 My sentiments yielding, ye'U turn a loose rover ; 
 An' nought in the world would vex my heart sairer. 
 If you prove inconstant, and fancy ane fairer. 
 Grieve me, grieve me, oh, it wad grieve me, 
 A' the lang night and day, if you deceive me 1 
 
 Johnny. 
 My Nelly, let never sic fencies oppress ye; 
 For, while my blood's warm, I'll kindly caress ye ; 
 Your saft blooming beauties first kindled love's fire. 
 Your virtue and wit mak' it aye flame the higher. 
 Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee. 
 Gang the world as it will, dearest, believe me ! 
 
 Nelly. 
 Then, Johnny ! I frankly this minute allow ye 
 To think me your mistress, for love gars me trow ye ; 
 And gin ye prove false, to yoursel' be it said, then. 
 Ye win but sma' honour to wrang a puir maiden. 
 Reave me, reave me, oh, it would reave me 
 Of my rest, night and day, if you deceive me ! 
 
 Johnny. 
 Bid ice-shogles hammer red gauds on the studdy. 
 And fair summer mornings nae mair appear ruddy; 
 Bid Britons think ae gate, and when they obey thee. 
 But never till that time, believe I'll betray thee. 
 Leave thee, leave thee ! I'll never leave thee! 
 The starns shall gae withershins ere I deceive tbep. 
 
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 1 
 
 
 1 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 507 
 
 
 ^Ije l^om JMieal fmk. 
 
 i what a contmst will ye shaw. 
 To the glowrin' Lunnun folk. 
 When in St. James' ye tak' your stand. 
 
 
 
 [ Writtkn by John RonRRTsov of Paisley about 
 
 Wi' a hinging toom meal pock. 
 
 
 
 the year 1793. It is to be lamented that the dis- 
 
 And sing. Oh waes me! 
 
 
 
 tress of that period, which is here half jocularly 
 
 
 
 
 depicted, has beeu succeeded in recent days by a 
 
 Then rear your hand, and glowr, and stare. 
 
 
 
 much deeper and more universal state of priva- 
 
 Before yon hUls o' beef. 
 
 
 
 tion.] 
 
 Tell them ye are frae Scotland come. 
 For Scotia's relief; 
 
 
 
 Prfskiivt? us a' ! what shall we do. 
 
 Tell them ye are the vera best. 
 
 
 
 Thir dark unhallowed times ? 
 
 Wal'd frae the fattest flock. 
 
 
 
 AVe're surely dreeing penance now. 
 
 Then raise your arms, and Oh ! display 
 
 
 
 For some most awfu' crimes. 
 
 A hinging toom meal pock. 
 
 
 
 Sedition daurna now appear. 
 
 And sing. Oh waes me ! 
 
 
 
 In reality or joke. 
 
 
 
 
 For ilka chiel maun snourn wi' me. 
 
 Tell them ye're wearied o' the chain 
 
 
 
 0* a hinging toom meal pock. 
 
 That bauds the state thegither. 
 
 
 
 And sing. Oh waes me! 
 
 For Scotland wishes just to tak' 
 Gude nicht vri' ane anither. 
 
 
 
 When lassps br:iw gaed out at e'en. 
 
 We canna thole, we canna bide. 
 
 
 
 For sport and pastime free. 
 
 This hard unwieldy yoke. 
 
 
 
 I seera'd like ane in paradise. 
 
 For wark and want but ill agree. 
 
 
 
 The moments quick did flee. 
 
 Wi' a hinging toom meal pock. 
 
 
 
 Like Yenuses they a' appeared, 
 
 And sing. Oh waes me ! 
 
 
 
 Weel pouthered was their locks, 
 
 
 
 
 'Twas easy dune, when at their hame. 
 
 
 
 
 Wi- the shaking o' their pocks. 
 
 And sing. Oh waes me ! 
 
 W^$ IS^mi JEaK* 
 
 
 
 How happy past my former days. 
 
 [James Hogg.] 
 
 
 
 Wi' merry heartsome glee. 
 
 
 
 
 "When smiling fortune held the cup. 
 
 Loosii the yett, an let me in. 
 
 
 
 And peace sat on my knee ; 
 
 Lady wi' the glistening ee. 
 
 
 
 Nae wants had I but were supplied. 
 
 Dinna let your menial train 
 
 
 
 My heart wi' joy did knock. 
 
 Drive an auld man out to dee. 
 
 
 
 When in the neuk I smUing saw 
 
 Cauldrife is the winter even. 
 
 
 
 A gaucie weel fill'd pock. 
 
 See, the rime hangs at my chin ; 
 
 
 
 And sing. Oh waes me ! 
 
 Lady, for the sake of Heaven, 
 Loose the yett, an' let me inl 
 
 
 
 Speak no ae word about reform. 
 
 
 
 
 Nor petition Parliament, 
 
 Ye shall gain a virgin hue. 
 
 
 
 A wiser scheme I'll now propose. 
 
 Lady, for your courtesye. 
 
 
 
 I'm sure ye'll gi'e consent- 
 
 Ever beaming, ever new. 
 
 
 
 Send up a chiel or twa like me. 
 
 Aye to bloom an' ne'er to dee. 
 
 
 
 As a sample o' the flock. 
 
 Lady, there's a lovely plain 
 
 
 
 Whase hollow cheeks will be sure proof. 
 
 Lies beyond yon setting sun. 
 
 
 
 0' a hinging toom meal pock. 
 
 There we soon may meet again- 
 
 
 
 And sing, Oh waes me ! 
 
 Short the race we ha'e to run. 
 
 
 
 And should a sicht sae ghastly like. 
 
 'Tis a land of love an' liprht ; 
 
 
 
 Wi' rags, and banes, and skin. 
 
 Rank or title is not there. 
 
 
 
 
 High an' low maun there unite, 
 
 
 
 But teU ye'U stand ahin : 
 
 Poor man, prince, an' lady fiur j 
 
 
 
 
508 
 
 wtttiMo — Mrth tortt lw B , A Wmmlmmtw^^wamtimiimmm, 
 
 Loom tlM jMt, aa' li« CM ia ! 
 
 Tkai la%ltt IMT tkaft tiM «ld^ *•« 
 rUI MO tf0»B MBHW th* ■»»! 
 
 It h fUM Id ta«««a abosm 
 To tiM tMDS «r cfeMtly* t 
 
 (Jamb Bom.] 
 llraotiMdoy 
 
 Ilolryo* 
 
 YM o|« iiMVM I MW OM ha^ 
 
 Ao firiot Iboagkt «r pMoo o^ alBi I 
 nty ha% plogMd vy kMrt M* plMOi Mf ex 
 
 BtttoyofcgQftfciir Hifciiji, 
 Tb* pawlgr tMiVi 1 1^ tlMB OH 
 O tlM wooM artl O Mm «M 
 Bat tlHgr Wtt boM tfM wm 
 
 •I 
 
 I faa% thoagM M* IhoagM. tat «MM trfl. 
 
 !•«• MHdtod IkMi «l> «> av ibfll, 
 IT* kfM Umb koM» tkM aqMi*. 
 
 I'm tfM ^rfa to Mi Umb a. 
 
 Too 
 
 OtbouMMolb'k.te. 
 
 That Xhtj ha'« 8«nti« fenM M* bmo 
 
 A man wl* balfa look aaajr omi 
 ▲a' gmeaAi' ain, aa' tea ovroot* 
 
 Aa'walkOMaoftootbtyoangiiMi had. 
 An' •*» m» pawlgr, bilsht. m' rarr. 
 
 Wad lor» tho iMMNwk tao the flladtf ~ 
 But, laddlo, OMk to laa MO ntfr i 
 utlMwaaMfc%*a. 
 
 Otfco lb%!Othiiiiuoiol 
 
 ■at thqr ta> tanillM wiadi •'' 
 
 Oaty^'lfco iiyiiofc^ 
 ffte tkiv «>«aM Wt a ba^r te 1 
 
 FII no teiit. 
 
 CJAaai Ba.a.1 
 
 O, MTBaa, tril tko Mai tft. 
 
 Or MMy It «ai crtow Mw 0> 
 TIM I'M to aako tfM OMO tko alglii 
 
 Aa< Aaalg« to pM« «l* tMk O. 
 l-B aako dM ovRH Mf alokt abaat. 
 
 Bat ai^^ «t aa* ao aacy, O, 
 VoTilt aqr teM Uw l»-la^ alikft 
 Wr db a MOfaAi' iMl^ O t 
 II M aaK >* M a^K 
 
 I'B M aako «r Aaalo. O I 
 Ver ilt av >M0 aw aifht «r aa* 
 Mao UMwaai m' aaoaaay. Ol 
 
 I'whMiayatriiaaoil 
 
 OTjMata^dkan 
 Ttoowayaaalaanl 
 
 UpM Iha boM MO boasf • O I 
 Bat tiM Mvi UbmoI* ««t gTb tkoai a 
 
 Vo «aho Iho algkt at* Aaalo, O. 
 
 0| 
 |l«r iM Mi IBM «>v algbt «f aM 
 
 Ifaali !• oaf , I iBBld |a lat^ 
 
 That korio aai tn#M ]>o, O I 
 ▲a* Oha faooi ya bea« to oof 
 
 WhM Ml ateM arr Aaalo, 01 
 Tkho a^ aMoo Mi alikt te aaMw 
 
 Or bMagm toi^M wgi baa y^ 0» 
 Aa* aqriaar kal aaU MoHMrt dM 
 
 JkjMt llM aalr art Aaal^ a 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. QQQ 
 
 
 He'll no wake, he'll no wake, ' 
 
 ^Firm seat of religion, of valour, of truth. 
 
 
 
 He'll no wake wi' Annie, 0. 
 
 Of genius unshackled and free. 
 
 
 
 Nor sit his lane o'er night wi' ane 
 
 The muses have left all tlie vales of the south. 
 
 
 
 Sae thraward an' uncanny, ! 
 
 My loved Caledonia, for thee ! 
 
 
 
 The night it was a simmer night. 
 
 Sweet land of the bay and the wild-winding deeps 
 
 
 
 An' oh ! the glen was lanely, O, 
 
 Where loveliness slumbers at even. 
 
 
 
 For just ae sternie's gowden e'e 
 
 While far in the depth of the blue water sleeps 
 
 
 
 Peep'd o'er the hill serenely, 0. 
 
 A calm little motionless heaven ! 
 
 
 
 The twa are in the flow'ry heath. 
 
 Thou land of the valley, the moor, and the hill. 
 
 
 
 Ayont the muir sae flowy, 0, 
 
 Of the storm and the proud rolling wave- 
 
 
 
 An" but ae plaid between them baith. 
 
 Yes, thou art the land of fair liberty still. 
 
 
 
 An' wasna that right dowie, ? 
 
 And the land of my forefathers' grave ! 
 
 
 
 He maun wake, he maun wake. 
 
 
 
 
 He maun wake wi' Annie, ; 
 
 
 
 
 An' sit his lane o'er night wi' ane 
 
 
 
 
 Sae thraward an' uncanny, ! 
 
 ^irakliw|k» 
 
 
 
 Neist morning at his mother's knee 
 
 
 
 
 He blest her love unfeign'dly, O ; 
 
 rSuvKRAi, years ago, this was a popular street 
 
 
 
 An' aye the tear fell frae his e'e. 
 
 song. It was written by the Et jiacK Shephukd 
 
 
 
 An' aye he clasp'd her kindly, 0. 
 
 to the tune of " Braes of Tummet.n 
 
 
 
 '• Of a' ray griefs I've got amends. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Wtt.l ye gang wi* me, lassie. 
 
 
 
 A woman only woman kens, — 
 
 To the braes o' Birniebouzle » 
 
 
 
 Your skill has won my lassie, 0. 
 
 Baith the yird an' sea, lassie. 
 
 
 
 I'll aye wake, I'll aye wake. 
 
 Will I rob to fend ye. 
 
 
 
 I'll aye wake wi' Annie, 0, 
 
 I'll hunt the otter an' the brock. 
 
 
 
 1 An' sit my lane ilk night wi' ane 
 
 The hart, the hare, an' heather cock. 
 
 
 
 j Sae sweet, sae kind, an' canny, !" 
 
 i 
 i 
 
 An' pu' the limpet afif the rock. 
 To batten an' to mend ye. 
 
 If ye'll gang wi' me lassie, 
 To the braes o' Birniebouzle, 
 
 
 
 <^2iMmiu. 
 
 Till the day you dee, lassie. 
 
 Want shall ne'er come near ye. 
 The peats I'll carry in a scull. 
 The cod an' ling wi' hooks I'U pull. 
 
 
 
 [Jamks Hooo.] 
 
 An' reave the eggs o' mony a gull. 
 To please my dainty dearie. 
 
 
 
 CAT,EnoNiA ! thou land of the mountain and rock. 
 
 
 
 
 Of the ocean, the mist, and the wind— 
 
 Sae canty will we be, lassie. 
 
 
 
 Thou land of the torrent, the pine, and the oak. 
 
 At the braes o' Birniebouzle, 
 
 
 
 Of the roebuck, the hart, and the hind : 
 
 Donald Gun and me, lassie, 
 
 
 
 Though bare are thy cliffe, and though barren thy 
 
 Ever sail attend ye. 
 
 
 
 glens. 
 
 Though we ha'e nowther milk nor meal, 
 
 
 
 Though bleak thy dun islands appear. 
 
 Nor lamb nor mutton, beef nor veal. 
 
 
 
 Yet kind are the hearts, and undaunted the clans. 
 
 We'll fank the porpy and the seal. 
 
 
 
 That roam on these mountains so drear 1 
 
 And that's the way to fend ye. 
 
 
 
 A foe ftom abroad, or a tyrant at home, 
 
 An' ye sail gang sae braw, lassie. 
 
 
 
 Could never thy ardour restrain ; 
 
 At the kirk o' Birniebouzle, 
 
 
 
 The marshall'd array of imperial Rome 
 
 Wi' littit brogues an' a', lassie. 
 
 
 
 Essay'd thy proud spirit in vain J <■ 
 
 ^ Wow but ye'll be vaunty ! 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
510 
 
 kSrtte aa* lb* liMlM4 pteld. 
 
 TbekSrtte 
 
 8C0Tn8H80H6& 
 
 T Wkawteat *"• 
 
 If jre'U batBwngraMkk 
 AttlMUrko'lllraW 
 
 A'n)7Jo]rtluaibt.lMri 
 ETcrtoeontaaiy*. 
 
 I'lltMittiMUaaaadba 
 
 An' row tlw boat aad ^ 
 
 Toa ihan a*W lapaK !•. 
 For jTM than owa a b«^ e^ •«••. 
 A Uact o* gaUa, aad bgrvt «^ aav*. 
 Aa' b« Um My •■ aiy koaM, 
 
 fivlb a^n Vlcol. 
 
 Ab4 hli MflM ift«nH AaMMM Vlnlir WlMS. 
 A old Jote Mtaai IM la%i Mi |lM^ 
 
 Aa'waallMa 
 An* It** hc|r 
 
 Anld Jolm Ktool flaad eat to flfM, teb 
 Bata'gaBdwgMntbaHhoaldli^iaa>rtitht,Aa. 
 Than aaM Joka Xneol kaarf'd deara to pvay. 
 Bat never a word John NIaal eeald lay. 
 
 AaM Joha VIeal IM 10^ a laas 
 
 Buft I *B«aa Ml r» what OBBO to paai . 
 
 For tha haadla eama op la aa aaao harta. 
 
 An' munmonll htan down to tpaak «4' Uw prWa*. 
 
 Then auld John Niool ha d 
 For his ihc* H grew red. aa' hb kea M giaw h 
 John Kteol faed oat, Joha VIeol fMd hi. 
 An* ha wWi'd he had b«a to the «aa to tka^ 
 
 Bat I ha« haan to da ID to a 
 
 TIM AaM Jaha Vlaal ha fata wMhw 
 And ha aefar •« rfatos Am la Mi B» 
 Ktor, iaha »aal ha *«i tea awra « 
 Ti iiillato,faddh— ,taM^Mi, 
 
 ▲a'lTkhivkrh 
 
 Zit %Mi%* (Bhtmimg Sbmit* 
 
 (Jaw. Haaa.] 
 
 O TB8 ilMi k ao ibr |«a» 
 
 ■iiijIililyOI 
 Tha flHi li aa w yaa. 
 Far It 4|to yaar iHa^ toaar, 
 Aa* It Oh yaa laaito' Ai', 
 ^^01 
 
 Mshl. 
 
 Taha a Mr^ «aid la pHikt. 
 
 We «B aM aaathto 4ikt. 
 
 i,0| 
 Aa' yoa aasdaa aisat laax, 
 
 Boaavladdla,Oi 
 Fior the aMir foa taato aa* mm 
 O* aar haiadaa eanfaaya, 
 Ajra tha haiviv rm «« ka. 
 
 !,01 
 
1 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SON as. 5]| 
 
 
 i 
 
 ^ But now our joys are fled 
 
 
 
 
 On winter's blast awa' ! 
 
 
 
 lEkik toa^ kt mt ibe* 
 
 Yet maiden May, in rich array, 
 .iVgain shall bring them a'. 
 
 
 
 ["This ancient ditty," says Mr. Chambers, 
 
 But my white pow nae kindly thowe 
 
 
 
 " is said to have beea composed, under very pecu- 
 
 Shall melt the snaws of age ; 
 
 
 
 liar circumstances, by a non-conforming clergy- 
 
 My trunk of eild, but buss or beild. 
 
 
 
 man of the time of Charles II. While under 
 
 Sinks in time's wintry rage. 
 
 
 
 hiding for religion's sake, he had the misfortune 
 
 C>h, age has weary days, 
 
 
 
 to be seized by a party of the troops which were 
 
 And nights o' sleepless pain ! 
 
 
 
 then employed to scour the south and west of Scot- 
 
 Thou golden time o' youthful prime, 
 
 
 
 land in search of the broken Covenanters. They 
 
 Why coin St thou not again ? 
 
 
 
 were not exactly sure of his person, for he appear- 
 
 
 
 
 ed to their eyes more like a beggar than any thing 
 
 
 
 
 else ; but, from some suspicious circumstances, they 
 
 
 
 
 were disposed, at least, to detain him till they 
 
 
 
 
 should ascertain his real character. The unhappy 
 
 
 
 
 man then condescended to an artifice, for the 
 purpose of extricating himself. He forthwith 
 
 w^^m um ^n m^uL 
 
 
 
 assumed a fantastic levity of manners— fell a-cap- 
 
 
 
 
 ering and dancing— and, finally, sung the two 
 
 [This song of humble industry and content- 
 
 
 
 following stanzas, which he composed on the 
 
 ment was written by Burns for Johnson's Mu- 
 
 
 
 spur of the moment. Such was the gloss he thus 
 
 seum, to a fine air composed by Oswald, and 
 
 
 
 gave to his character, and so much were the 
 
 called " Sweet 's the lass that lo'es me." In some 
 
 
 
 soldiers delighted with his song, that, swearing 
 
 collections we see the tune affixed to the song 
 
 
 
 he was an honest fellow, and could not possibly 
 
 called "The Bottom of the Punchbowl."] 
 
 
 
 belong to the crew they were in search of, they 
 
 
 
 
 permitted him to depart. The song appeared in 
 
 Leezb me on my spinning-wheel ! 
 
 
 
 Herd's Collection, 1776."] 
 
 O leeze me on my rock and reel ! 
 Frae tap to tae that deeds me bien. 
 
 
 
 I AM a puir silly auld man, 
 
 And haps me feil and warm at e'en ! 
 
 
 
 And hirplin' ower a tree; 
 
 I'll set me doun, and sing, and spin, j 
 
 
 
 Yet fain, fain kiss wad I, 
 
 While laigh descends the simmer sun ; 
 
 
 
 Gin the kirk wad let me be. 
 
 Blest wi* content, and milk, and meal— 
 leeze me on my spinning-wheel ! 
 
 
 
 Gin a' niy duds were aff. 
 
 
 
 
 And guid haill claes put on. 
 
 On ilka hand the burnies trot. 
 
 
 
 0, 1 could kiss a ycung lass 
 
 And meet below my theekit cot; 
 
 
 
 As weel as ony man. 
 
 The scented birk and hawthorn white 
 Across the pool their arms unit«, , 
 Alike to screen the birdie's nest. 
 
 
 
 
 And little fishes' caller rest; 
 The sun blinks kindly in the biel. 
 
 
 
 ® Je miutn d %ih. 
 
 Where blythc I turn my aplnning-wheel. 
 On lofty aiks the cushats wail. 
 
 
 
 [Written by Burns for Johnson's Museum to 
 
 And echo cons the doolfu' tale ; 
 
 
 
 It plaintive East Indian air.] 
 
 The lintwhite in the hazel braes. 
 Delighted, rival ither's lays: 
 
 
 
 But lately seen In gladsome green. 
 
 The craik among the clover hay. 
 
 
 
 The woods rejoiced the day, 
 
 The paitrick whirring ower the lea, 
 
 
 
 Through gentle showers, the laughing flowers 
 
 The swallow jinkin' round my shiel; 
 
 
 
 In double pride were gay : ^ 
 
 ;• Amuse me at my spinning-wheel. 
 
 
 
 
 
518 
 
 Wf ■»* to Mil. aad lea to bmj, 
 Abooo lU i tw , hAm cavj, 
 O wha wad bKM tUs kombl* •Uto, 
 For •• tb* prid* «r a' tht grwi ? 
 
 soomsBsovm. 
 
 4 
 
 «B0J09«. 
 
 Qui thoy tbo iMMO aad piMMf* tal 
 or B«ir «* iMT iplaaiaf -wlMl ? 
 
 ^S lo^^ i^ ^^^ * '>^^* 
 
 [TnM io aa oM ao^, wU 
 
 toaehwftwnBagaofcrJofcaaM^M Mr. 
 
 Chaifao KMpotrtek Shaipa aqp tkaft Iko old 
 tlUo oftko air wai "Patapfwrd^pr. Janlo.* 
 Tho wordo to thk aro la "Tw nin»Hi> <r Ifca 
 
 B«ri.*Q 
 
 Mr lofo, dw^ bat a iMrio yoti 
 My lovo, oh*^ Iwt a ImiI* y«ti 
 111 kt iMr olaMl a ymr or twa ; 
 Sboll ao bo balfaM Maegr yot. 
 
 I m* tte d^r I ■e^ht iMr, O j 
 1 HM tho d^r I m«kt k«» 0| 
 
 Come, Ut mt ttU • 
 
 fWarrnailf 
 to tko taao of •* Okald haB la Al 
 
 Aad pli 11 W9 mtrm libaM muMmt 
 Aod I ihaU ipara. M vIlMl dH^ 
 
 TW waHdH woaMk aad paoit i 
 Aad do I hmr ay lialo owa, 
 
 nat o«Hl traaipatto HMoo tar » 
 
 VlMo la Bij awBB, wl* a' tby e 
 lolMyiy iiooilwtniMi 
 
 Aad. If thy ooa «• bonio U«» 
 
 1 tmtm I'M tMao ftrovar! 
 
 DvaaAV WOiMAMt, aa* Jaaot MiwUb. 
 Daacaa M'Ctoaay. ho pliird oa tko iibi 
 
 
 Bat ho Btty ay ho^ boaght hor, O. 
 
 Oooio draw a dnp o^ tiM bort o*t yot* 
 Oa«no diaw a dnp o^ thi boot ot jwt. 
 Gat Moh fcr ploooafi whore yt wai~ 
 Bat bafa I BOW min'd U Tot. 
 
 WeYo a' dry wt' drteUay ot : 
 WcYo a* diy wl' drisldng ot ; 
 Tbo mtatotar kkrd tbo flddlor^ wtft^ 
 
 BaaoM WW bMa*, aa* iaaot was Moarto, 
 Bo wao doairfi boiMo. aa'ooaM aa* Jaithoar at 
 **TlHi«^ aao Madkli aattor,- «ao' Jai 
 M'Ooary- 
 
 MXtaiy aa* JaaM hii w«b, 
 Mhb hadln aa* vttot a* oMft i 
 t Mi hHid. aa* ho oa^ hor hli da 
 mm Haawa wt* Jaaoi MXhaiy. 
 
 •doafl; iaaotaovvrwaochoofto. 
 
 •ao aanoo woo Jaaot aa' I>aa«aa M'Ckaiy. 
 
 IKdmm M'Ckaiy aa* Jaaot MHSoaiy. 
 TiMP lovta' aa' owoot, tho t«a ooaldaa 
 ho doot, aad Jaaot flaw 
 

 ' 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 513 
 
 ^ I won'er gin he kens the hrae«. 
 
 
 'Eit mtm. 
 
 The bonnie braes whar I ran— 
 Wast there he leeved his laddie daj-s? 
 — I won'er wha'll be my man ! 
 
 
 [From Herd's Collection.— Tune, "Lennox's 
 
 
 
 Love to Blantyre."] 
 
 gudesake ! hoo I wish to ken 
 The man that I'm to many. 
 
 
 The wren scbo lyes in care's bed. 
 
 The ane amang sae mony men i - 
 
 
 In care's bed, in care's bed ; 
 
 I wish 1 kent a fairy. 
 
 
 The wren scho lyes in care's bed. 
 
 Or ony body that can see 
 
 
 In meikle dule and pyne, O. 
 
 A far'er gate than I can— 
 
 
 When in cam' Robin Eedbreist, 
 
 I won'er wha the chiel's to be— 
 
 
 Redbreist, Redbreist; 
 
 I won'er wha'll be my man ! 
 
 
 When in cam' Robin Redbriest, 
 
 
 
 Wi> succar-saps and wine, 0. 
 
 But losh na ! only hear to me. 
 It's neither wise nor bonnie. 
 
 
 Now, maiden, will ye taste o' this, 
 
 In asking wha the lad may be — 
 
 
 Taste o' this, taste o* this , 
 
 I'll maybe ne'er get ony ; 
 
 
 Now, maiden, will ye taste o' this ? 
 
 But if for me indeed there's ane. 
 
 
 It's succar-saps and wine, 0. 
 
 I think he's but a shy man 
 
 
 Na, ne'er a drap, Robin, 
 
 To keep me crying late an' sune 
 
 
 Robin, Robin ; 
 
 " I won'er wha'll be my man !" 
 
 
 Na, ne'er a drap, Robin, 
 
 
 
 Though it were ne'er sae fine, 0. 
 
 Wit-Jj) toarli* iimxt. 
 
 
 And Where's the ring that I gied ye. 
 
 That 1 gied ye, that I gied ye ; 
 And Where's the ring that I gied ye. 
 
 [TANNAHiLt — Air, " Sweet Annie frae the me 
 beach came."— Arranged by Smith.] 
 
 
 Ye litUe cutty-quean, ? 
 
 With waefu' heart, and sorrowing e'e. 
 
 
 I gied it till a soger. 
 
 I saw my Jamie sail awa'j 
 
 
 A soger, a soger; 
 
 'twas a fatal day to me. 
 
 
 1 gied it till a soger. 
 
 That day he pass'd the Berwick Law: 
 
 
 A true sweetheart o' mine, 0. 
 
 How joyless now seern'd all behind ! 
 
 I lingering stray'd along the shore; 
 Dark boding fears hung on my mind 
 
 That I might never see him more. 
 
 1 
 
 fl nzmif^ mm'^n^. 
 
 The night came on with heavy rain. 
 
 Loud, fierce, and wild, the tempest blew : 
 
 1 
 
 1 
 
 1 [EnwAKD PoLiN — Here first printed.] 
 
 In mountains roU'd the awful main— 
 Ah, hapless maid ! my fears how true ! 
 
 
 A' KIN'S C lads an' men I see, 
 
 The landsmen heard their drowning cries, 
 
 
 The youngest an' the auldest— 
 
 The wreck was seen with dawning day ; 
 
 
 The fair, the dark— the big, the wee— 
 
 My love was found, and now he lies 
 
 
 The blatest and the bauldest ; 
 
 Low In the isle of gloomy May. 
 
 
 An' mony a laughin', canty ane. 
 
 
 
 ) An' mony a coxin sly man— 
 
 boatman, kindly waft me o'er ! 
 
 
 Hech sirs!— 'mang a' the lads that rin. 
 
 The cavern'd rock shall be my home; 
 
 
 I won'er wha'U be my man 2 
 
 •Twill ease my burthen'd heart, to pour 
 Its sorrows o'er his grassy tomb ; 
 
 
 1 won'er whar he is the noo— 
 
 With sweetest flowers I'll deck his grave. 
 
 
 1 won'er gin he 's near me. 
 
 And tend them through the langsome year; 
 
 
 An' whar we'll meet at first, an* hoo. 
 
 I'll water them ilk morn and eve, 
 
 
 An' whan he'll come to speer me. { 
 
 (fc With deepest sorrow's warmest tear. 
 » 2k 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 ®Jr «ottit*j5 ^aitg. 
 
 (Pmw -Bmamm Mo«ti» •»«« tht Mmm- 
 talM-.byAnMwMneBB. XdtabMih. IMS." 
 W« an tadtblid to Purtak M »a — B. Bii. ftr 
 tb« Mloirlng pvtieidan of MmohM I Mh^-J a - 
 dfMT Mtraer «m bora U Srfklrk la 177S. aa4 
 dl0d la DaatenllB* «a Ih* Uth tmm IMS. 
 afider. WhmflfUMi9«raaM iMMBMftatk* 
 ValfmHyoridlatafgll. balat <i U« i l ftv «kr 
 iMMriaaOhareh. B«« Im kMMM Ik* IbUmMt 
 a w B hU «f hb ftOo^ Ha H w i i D». Itkm f lytM. 
 aadPr. A.llamy,a ftwai <t fiy i Hii «fOrt' 
 ratal lawgw^tMb •■< 
 variooi «M|* tai paoM 
 bttigii aad 8M«i 
 
 fcataiOrtallalwaafaKi aad, 
 
 iOBlV Ms lllllllglll 
 
 »4m«li«aiiipilMl 
 bat aahappHy Ilatiii ta 
 
 ^ ^ %B»tk*byfwaP»«n«ta' 
 
 Ua'laliitlaiy! 
 
 HmJ 
 
 AfvJ«kt^aii4iMlat, 
 Aa' p i II a* ar tta >»w^ 
 
 TkiV ha> «aa at *a rfM 
 Aa*aaBr«iMaliftftw 
 
 Uas«^aMaliaB«K 
 la tha •«§§ «r Ika «^niiw. 
 
 Tb« 
 
 Aa' an a* mofHj pH >i4 1 
 The eiap o* Um pair MHui 
 
 For wlaiv Am Attod. 
 
 O how bappy th* hjmd 
 
 vnmra laid In Ibr tht winter, 
 Wl'hlsaldlaaanMal. 
 
 Hk oow aa' Ut gninter. 
 Tboo^ iM tott a' th* dajr. 
 
 Byhlalaflaaka'aB 
 its fargol 
 
 la 
 
 Aa* 
 
 TiMir ariads aM a* aaida api, 
 Aa'a'Ud^laahiiiiirtu 
 
 Sftf f)fmx of lobf . 
 
 (Aaaaav Maaaaa.] 
 
 TlMilgkarpltrlaad, 
 rttrtaaiiawaatiaUR 
 
 A tlfanfvarafrlrad) 
 

 
 — 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS, /J15 
 
 
 
 
 ■ That I am forsaken, some spare not to tell; 
 
 
 
 As down her cheeks they rove. 
 
 I'm fash'd wi' their scornin' 
 
 
 
 Beauty's charms in pity's arms ; 
 
 Baith e'enin' and mornin ; 
 
 
 
 that's the hour of love! 
 
 Their jeering gaes aft to my heart wl' a knell. 
 When through the wood, laddie, I wander mysel'. 
 
 
 
 When the fair one, and the dear one. 
 
 
 
 
 Appears in morning dreams,— 
 
 Then stay, my dear Sandy, nae langer away ; 
 
 
 
 In flowing vest— by fancy drest,— 
 
 But, quick as an arrow, 
 
 
 
 And all the angel beams'. 
 
 Haste here to thy marrow. 
 
 
 
 The heavenly mien, and look serene. 
 
 "V\'Tia'8 living in languor till that happy day. 
 
 
 
 Confess her from above ; 
 
 Wlien through the wood, laddie, thegither wc'U 
 
 
 
 "WTiile rising sighs, and dewy eyes. 
 
 gae. 
 
 
 
 Say, that's the hour of love ! 
 
 
 
 
 '^Itfiiimgl) t|e Sb©®^, la^^ie. 
 
 [The following song was written by Bamsay, 
 
 
 
 [The original verses, or at least what are sup- 
 
 and appears in the Tea-Table Miscellany. It is 
 
 
 
 posed to be the oldest verses, to the favourite old 
 
 called "Green Sleeves" from the name of the 
 
 
 
 air called " Through the wood, laddie," are very 
 
 tune to which it is adapted. This tune is of great 
 
 
 
 long, and not worth quoting. They begin thus : 
 
 antiquity, and was popular in England as well 
 
 
 
 " As Philermon and Phillis together did walk. 
 
 as in Scotland more than two centuries ago. The 
 
 
 
 To the woods they did wander. 
 
 old words to the tune began 
 
 
 
 To the woods they did wander. 
 
 " Green sleeves and pudding pies," 
 
 
 
 As Philermon and Phillis together did walk. 
 
 and were in ridicule of the Popish clergy, but 
 
 
 
 To the woods they did wander. 
 
 extremely coarse. Besides " Green Sleeves," the 
 
 
 
 Together did talk !" 
 
 tune is also known by the name of " Nobody can 
 
 
 
 Ramsay wrote two sets of verses to the tune. 
 
 deny," that being the burthen of various English 
 
 
 
 The first is, like the above, very long, but much 
 
 ballads, which are sung to it. Gay in his " Beg- 
 
 
 
 superior to it as a piece of composition. It begins. 
 
 gar's Opera" (1727) adopts the tune of " Green 
 
 
 
 " As early I walk'd on the first of sweet May, 
 
 Sleeves" for one of the songs sung by Macheath, 
 
 
 
 Beneath a steep mountain. 
 
 beginning. 
 
 
 
 Beside a clear fountain, 
 
 " Since laws were made for every degree."] 
 
 
 
 I heard a grave lute soft melody play. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Ye watchful guardians of the fair. 
 
 
 
 We content ourselves with quoting here Ramsay's 
 
 Who skiff on wings of ambient air. 
 
 
 
 second song to the tune, which still retains a 
 
 Of my dear Delia take a care. 
 
 
 
 place in the collections.] 
 
 And represent her lover 
 With all the gaiety of youth. 
 
 
 
 0, Sandy, why leave thus thy Nelly to mourn ? 
 
 With honour, justice, love, and truth ; 
 
 
 
 Thy presence could ease me. 
 
 Till I return, her passions soothe. 
 
 
 
 When naething can please me ; 
 
 For me in whispers move her. 
 
 
 
 Now dowie I sigh on the bank o" the burn, 
 
 
 
 
 Or through the wood, laddie, until thou return. 
 
 Be careful no base sordid Have, 
 With soul sunk in a golden grave. 
 
 
 
 Though woods now are bonnie, and mornings are 
 
 Who knows no virtue but to save. 
 
 
 
 clear. 
 
 With glaring gold bewitch her. 
 
 
 
 While laVrocks are singing. 
 
 Tell her, for me she was design'd. 
 
 
 
 And primroses springing ; 
 
 For me who knew how to be kind. 
 
 
 
 Yet nane o" them pleases my eye or my ear. 
 
 And have mair plenty in my mind. 
 
 
 
 When through the wood, laddie, ye dinna appear, j 
 
 Than ane who's ten times richer. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
516 
 
 I^ aB tbt ««rti tVB «pM» d0wa. 
 
 To piMM tiMir valB MsMtloa t 
 I«t Htth nladi gnat ckanM cmr* 
 
 WImNM kop^*lbr plMMBM • 
 
 - Itefl ■' 
 
 Bat cart Into • moaM dhrtaM, 
 YlKir Pdia de« wttklMtta *lB«b 
 Bot virtaow md^ aa aaplt MiM^ 
 
 Wlriabytri^a m i H a H iMi M i 
 Lrt poHi la wtilhB t tif^ 
 ■npley «Mr ddO IMT taM t» niMt 
 Lrt waa flfaMrie pa« irtMb «i««. 
 
 Wlthv 
 
 fri^ne*^ 018 t^tnA. 
 
 Tkai, wkM la paali I an tkai ataaa >M, 
 
 Ttay aany anaf ay kHft bataMB ^■■. 
 
 Iw«ik,aa«lw«A,«kai 
 
 O fte 1 ka4 Ihaa aa a aaaMalM I 
 
 Tka^k kiUi aiBi Ub aa4 a* ikariU 
 
 - .IHai 
 
 Aa4 gra Hf llMBb I'M aaM 
 O ay Amt lama. M li kat 4i 
 Tbhaa«llv«aa»a»al»« 
 Thai Va, aa, aa. I kaM H a 
 O ar» T«, aai !« ai^ ha 
 
 Mr •aaalHl May. kt kiffa ladlaa «Ma 
 r a«Mp» a kMvt wlUek ha ««lfB* tlMa; 
 Aad aa foar aeaataat dava nfatd 1^ 
 Bjraa Iw Mi MttifhliiMi lawaid li> 
 
 Bat ytaldi to what is ■««pt aad 
 
 Baeriv* ft, thea, «Mi a k1« »n«l ■alfjri 
 
 " lii»7thamb,ttwUlaaMrbt«ailaj«. ^ 
 
 TIbm, aiy Baa^ arlB Wava ae tiacaa 
 
 Oftlwail lalliiL ' ' 
 
 Taalh aai laaa ta«M aar aaglag. 
 
 4aaat«rM. 
 
 Ihlh 
 til 
 
BCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
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 FII %m ^t lie Cam* 
 
 [■Roth the tune and the words of the song, 
 " I'll gar ye be fain to follow me," are old. We 
 give the version of it as altered and enlarged by 
 Allan Cunningham. Most readers will remem- 
 ber the use made of this song in the historical 
 novel of " Old Mortality," when Jenny Dennison 
 obtains access for her mistress and herself to the 
 imprisoned Morton, through means of her influ- 
 ence over Tam Halliday, the soldier on guard, and 
 her characteristic female strategy. The passage 
 is worth quoting. It will be observed that Sir 
 Walter does not keep strictly to the words of the 
 song. — " Halliday, with his carabine on his arm, 
 walked up and down the gallery, occasionally 
 solacing himself with a draught of ale, a huge 
 flagon of which stood upon the table at one end 
 of the apartment, and at other times humming 
 the lively Scottish air, 
 
 ' Between St. Johnstone and bonnie Dundee, 
 
 I'll gar ye be fain to follow me.* 
 Jenny Dennison cautioned her mistress to let her 
 take her own way. ' I can manage the trooper 
 weel enough,' she said, * for as rough as he is — I 
 ken their nature weel ; but ye manna say a single 
 word." She accordingly opened the door of the 
 gallery just as the sentinel had turned his back 
 from it, and taking up the tune which he hum- 
 med, she sung in a coquettish tone of rustic rail- 
 lery, 
 
 * If I were to follow a poor sodger lad. 
 
 My friends wad be angry, my minnie be mad : 
 A laird or a lord they were fitter for me, 
 Sae I'll never be fain to follow thee' — 
 *A fair challenge, by Jove,' cried the sentinel 
 turning round ; ' but it's not easy to bang the 
 soldier with his bandoleers ;' — then taking up the 
 song where the damsel had stopt, 
 
 * To follow me ye weel may be glad, 
 
 A share of my supper, a share of my bed ; 
 
 To the sound of the drum to range fearless and 
 
 free, 
 I'll gar ye be fain to follow me.'— 
 • Come, my pretty lass, and kiss me for my song,' " 
 
 As late by a sodger I happen'd to pass, 
 I heard him courting a bonnie young lass; 
 My hinnie, my life, my dearest, quo' he, 
 I'll make ye be fain to follow me. 
 
 Gin I were to follow a poor sodger lad. 
 
 Ilk ane o' our maidens would think I was ma'i; 
 
 For battles I never shall long to see, 
 
 Nor shall I be fain to follow thee. 
 
 come wi' me, and I'll make you glad, 
 Wi' part o' my supper, and part o' my bed ; 
 A kiss by land, and a kiss by sea, 
 
 1 think ye'U be fain to follow me. 
 0' care or sorrow no sodgers know. 
 In mirth we march, and in joy we go ; 
 Fra sweet St. Johnstone to bonnie Dundee, 
 Wha wadna be lain to follow me ? 
 
 What heart but leaps when it lists the fife ? 
 Ilk tuck o' the drum's a lease o* life — 
 We reign on earth, we rule on sea; 
 A queen might be fain to follow me. 
 Her locks were brown, her eyes were blue. 
 Her looks were blyxhe, her words were few — 
 The lads o' Dumfries stood staring dumb. 
 When sweet Jenny Primrose foUow'd the drum. 
 
 lUm im a feJiiJe. 
 
 [This appears in the second vol. of the Tea 
 Table Miscellany, to the tune of " I'll gar ye be 
 fain to follow me."] 
 
 He. 
 Adieu, for a while, my native green plains, 
 My nearest relations, my neighbouring swains | 
 Dear Nelly, frae those I'd start easily free. 
 Were minutes not ages, while absent frae thee. 
 
 Sub. 
 Then tell me the reason, thou dost not obey 
 The pleadings of love, but thus hurry away ? 
 Alake ! thou deceiver, o'er plainly I see, 
 A lover sae roving will never mind me. 
 
 Hk. 
 The reason unhappy is owing to fkte. 
 That gave me a being without an estate. 
 Which lays a necessity now upon me. 
 To purchase a fortune for pleasure to thc«. 
 
 She. 
 Small fortune may serve where love has the eway. 
 Then Johnny be counsel'd na langer to stray. 
 For while thou proves constant in kindness fc« me. 
 Contented I'll aye find a treaaure in tiiee. 
 
518 
 
 ^ Jaute «H Ik* IM* Ami MMtoi *i IfM. 
 
 "~ tMw«htltete«lalMr«ftH«llin: 
 
 ▲ pida «» « teWi, and «talMMV %• BB. 
 
 l» !• vMsktd tovWMi poMn» 
 If MOTiV kMtt to nMtkM to ikM, 
 Ifiva " 
 
 «;jl)f »laiti)tif o*t. 
 
 mlla«.'«1toBil«fteert.*' k'ttoa«M aralM 
 
 I Maj liM ikMM i^' tto fHT Mrf Ik* UaMMr •*»! 
 
 H aB tkh tlMl M«w AMirtHi ■•• 
 
 • laaf Ml kMf aijrtuMf A«*: 
 
 IT tt* M titom «• toHMtoai to li Mi «Hik 
 
 «Mti«* «r iMtor eTwklA, towmr, CMMt to 
 aMt«ilM«. KMSf, to toi twti riinM to,iyiw 
 •**flftMWjWI«tofMr«itf tt«MW>y •Y/ltlto 
 tan «r M oM tfototkk nag, tpctoa «to« • fomg 
 toatoMM flri MMitn M aM MM. apM Ito M- 
 
 tal7ll,aa«Ml to Ikal «iy *• aMg, I 
 itoiga <r a<wr, — ■> to»» wto i i , f w 
 ted 1ft to MaMBTi n»-TliU* M iMBny. 
 an aatoHft ««• iwiliiai af **Tto MMk 
 ««f7 nwk^ alitor aat n tt^ an aaHtor af 
 
 to to tiM aapmriaa af a aoM 
 
 I tttek aa tth «artra pdlt 
 ▲ad knr HMk art 1 to^» to mariC 
 
 Tal «to itoMS tok* Ito ffnr aad tto tolgria art! 
 
 Bataawto^tmrda 
 
 • kyn, 
 
 tea coat— 
 
 • to* tto fnr aad Ito to%rt> ott 
 
 
 aaalkto «Mi Wtob I*«a tot a fawy to »^ «to ratfMT pat. 
 -aad Iton li aanatktot totofaiaril^ af> U M^ tto *Ha* to* toa «w aad «to toigrto ar«i 
 to «to naaato to akMi tfw yaari^ toOi B 
 
 Mt* to to to tto lM« *■ daaatMV* Igr tto a> 
 
 d i a t i Mu a. Tto anaad vat^aa nmatoto laitor | 
 
 rq7«.|a 
 
 Want I tUak ea ihk wmrid^ ptii; 
 
 ilod tto llttit WM itort I to** at to nyaiir. 
 
 And how tto tov ttot wanti II to ky tto toto te> 
 
 (**Taa Mtoatof b a nl af liili saac," «ay* 
 
 Miiytto 
 
 O Wtuv, «a*l I ntod. lUmtrmm^^mM 
 T» rfi« yaa a aoair wtoaii yaa dM to* aaaaaaa^ 
 Bt WKf Bi*miaj-i n tod. 1 tod I to X tef 
 TtoA yoa aalM It tto gnv aad *• UMte 
 l!»7tto*tanMto*ttof«tfaadttobteHiu4*«tt^ at>~ 
 
 JorktowM tto toddiattoit told tto pintk. 
 
 Bat now to^gotgmvdaiid fmrnNMurh; 
 
 lie thioto na* malr o* warn that w*u« tto pUSd*a 
 
 totonfathytoart. Wtoaa<toM.aaaM«aaM 
 aaag H to aM. aad I ftotod It ap. antr vaad. I 
 
 lk**aatpfatoMrtol*i^to«tonlcB af^ 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. ^19 
 
 
 I'll not sing about conftasion, delusion, or pride, ik It's a' for the sake o* sweet Betty 
 
 
 
 I'll sing about a laddie was for a virtuous bride ; 
 
 That ever 1 tint my way : 
 
 
 
 Por virtue is an ornament that time will never rot. 
 
 lassie, let me creep ayont thee. 
 
 
 
 And preferable to gear and the blaithrie o't. 
 
 Until it be break o' day. 
 
 
 
 Tho' my lassie ha'e nae scarlets or silks to put on. 
 
 It's Betty shall bake my bread. 
 
 1 
 
 
 We envy not the greatest thatsitsupon the throne; 
 
 And Betty shall brew my ale; 
 
 
 
 1 wad rather ha'e my lassie, tho" she cam* in her 
 
 And Betty shall be my love, 
 
 
 
 smock. 
 
 When I come over the dale. 
 
 
 
 Than a princess wi' the gear and the bUiithrie o't. 
 
 Blink over the burn, sweet Betty, 
 Blink over the burn to me; 
 
 
 
 The' we ha'e nae horses or menzie at command. 
 
 And while I ha'e life, my dear lassie. 
 
 
 
 We will toil on our foot, and we'll work wi' our 
 
 My ain sweet Betty thou's be. 
 
 
 
 hand: 
 
 
 
 
 And when wearied without rest, we'U find it sweet 
 
 II. 
 
 
 
 in any spot. 
 
 
 
 
 And we'll value not the gear and the blaithrie o't. 
 
 Br.iNK over the burn, sweet Betty, 
 Blink over the burn to me ; 
 
 
 
 If we ha'e ony babies, we'll count them as lent; 
 
 I would gi'e a' I had in the warld 
 
 
 
 Ha'e we less, ha'e we mair, we will aye be content; 
 
 But to be a widow for thee. 
 
 
 
 For they say they ha'e mair pleasure that wins but 
 
 
 
 
 a groat. 
 
 In summer I mawed my meadow. 
 
 
 
 Than the miser wi' bis gear and the blaithrie o't. 
 
 In hairst I shure my corn. 
 In winter I married a widow. 
 
 
 
 I'll not meddle wi' th' affairs o' the kirk or the 
 
 I wrish she was dead the mom. 
 
 
 
 queen ; [them swim ; 
 
 Blink, &c. 
 
 
 
 They're nae matters for a sang, let them sink, let 
 
 
 
 
 On your kirk I'll ne'er encroach, but I'll hold it 
 
 The youth he was wamphlin' and wandy. 
 
 
 
 still remote. 
 
 The lassie was quite fu' o* glee. 
 
 
 
 Sae tak' this for the gear and the blaithrie o't. 
 
 A nd aye as she cried to the laddie. 
 Come down bonnie Tweedside to me. 
 
 
 
 
 Blink, &c. 
 
 
 
 S^Mnife oVr tit Mxn, 
 
 Come meet me again ne'er to sever. 
 Come meet whare nae body can see, 
 
 
 
 [" Blink o'er the bum, sweet Betty," Is the 
 
 I cunna think ye're a deceiver. 
 
 
 
 name of an old Scottish tune to which we have 
 
 And mean but to lichUie me. 
 
 
 
 different words. There must have been an old 
 
 Blink, &c 
 
 
 
 English song with a similar burthen, as the fol- 
 
 
 
 
 lowing verse is quoted in King Lear, Act iii. 
 
 
 
 
 Scene vi. 
 
 
 
 
 " Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me : 
 Her boat hath a leak 
 
 ^hut muy^. 
 
 
 
 And she must not speak. 
 
 
 
 
 Why she dares not come over to thee." 
 
 [Thr following song, to the tune of "Blink 
 
 
 
 We give here two sets of the old words, the first 
 
 over the burn, sweet Betty," was written by 
 
 
 
 on the authority of Burns, the second ou that of 
 
 Joseph Mitchell, early in the last century. We 
 
 
 
 Motherwell.] 
 
 I. 
 
 ; have given a short notice of MitcheU In a previoue 
 , Note.] 
 
 
 
 Bi.iNK o'er the burn, sweet Betty ; 
 
 Leave kindred and friends, sweet Betty, 
 
 
 
 It is a cauld winter night, — 
 
 Leave kindred and friends for me: 
 
 
 
 It rains, it hails, and it thunders. 
 
 1 Assur'd thy servant is steady 
 
 
 
 The moou she gi'es nae light. i 
 
 /, To love, to honour, and thee. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
320 
 
 TtegHliflfM* 
 May Am bj 4 
 
 ^ ■•^pvMliMfVMa^BBSMilMM. 
 
 B«t Tirtae b •«» tk» a 
 
 Tlqr^ 
 
 I'd* 
 
 ilB4ilMMlllM*1|« 
 
 T» ttmt9 Ihwi tniilfc » b 1 
 
 OhfiMvtItoti 
 To gfaup nV W** )• ■*]r •*■>■ I 
 
 Aai ■«• M tkf iMBwn ar chMM t 
 
 And ■» Ite MMtn lM«<Mllte«v« 
 
 TiMgr 4M/kA tm mm fvitot 
 Aa« ira ilMk !• 4aM t» pa*, 
 Orhaa4lteyokliiiC«'AP 
 WallfeMdIy 
 
 I'd dte a Mail/r t» la**. 
 
 tlTf^f toff <&ftmni %iixMe. 
 
 (T«i» h aa* ar tte mmti ifliMil af all IIm 
 JaeoMt* m«i, and waa aM aT Mm Mart papalar. 
 Tha pw i wiirtn a 1^ tbit It a a t a i l u ta a«lir Uw 
 ■ rr iM l i i a af O ict ia I. ia tha t knm t mtmiattm tm 
 
 not aay. na f««rto« wktak w hM Maar ia 
 that gHM bi Baarii "itmtlti Brita if ■»•- 
 land," «al. L Edtaibarfk, ISIA. B««r Mt tka 
 worda ta bmhK Md fesMM tkat kli laaa M^ 
 plaalidthaaldoaa.] 
 
 Wha tha difl ka% «• tattaa »r a Iteg, 
 
 But a wr«. ««• Oannaa labdb ? 
 Aad« wiMa w* gaad to brteg khn k 
 
 VaalUlivlirafaidiai 
 
 Wad praaa ja •* |aar C 
 WatpMia'MallillM 
 
 41 iiotbfi £tal)if. 
 
 t «ha kon. aad bat Um bfaakii 
 And ap kh banar diidi ka clnk»- 
 
 (Arm tta abaa* mmm Ja ai l lH iWilii, H 
 ■af b* bat MMa^ a WMf aMf MMW aikar 
 
 _ llMt a« dba paMaal aai«i af Ika pHtad 
 la kvaar af tha tiaavt dyaaalr. bM M la 
 ■at ta ba dnlad, HmH than a« that iMa «ata by 
 jgtfcfaataMi aaltlMbai ~ '~ 
 
 And Wa daptdMm ta aar 
 Tha «aa, wm qwiiiaw lal 
 
 And ha^ broafkt fcath a" ft 
 And dIbbM tham la hia yaniia. 
 
 • 9r 
 
 paaa^ra ria a aa< by 
 
 fmbalwa,baBiaK 
 Aaaraiy^jHla 
 
 ■ af^aadaaiW 
 
 Jha a la,- (UaHa 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 521 
 
 
 To anna, to arms ! brave boys, to arms ! ^ Not even find weather 
 
 
 
 A true British cause for your courage floth 
 
 To ruffle a feather 
 
 
 
 ca'; 
 
 ' Of the poor sea bird, so gentle is she ! 
 
 
 
 Court, country, and city against a banditti. 
 
 
 
 
 LUlibuIero, bullen a la. 
 
 But If you'll not send 
 My dear love to land. 
 
 
 
 The pope sends us over a bonnie young lad. 
 
 0, bear this kiss hence in swiftness with thee ; 
 
 
 
 Lillibulero, &c. 
 
 Whisper not to her 
 
 
 
 Who, to court British favour, wears a Highland 
 
 Who is the wooer. 
 
 
 
 Lillibulero, &c. [plaid. 
 
 She'll know by the kiss, that the kiss comes from 
 
 
 
 A protestant church from Rome doth advance. 
 
 
 
 
 Lillibulero, &c. 
 
 
 
 
 And, what is more rare, it brings freedom from 
 
 
 
 
 1 Lillibulero, &c. [France, 
 
 1 
 
 Walg, md^. 
 
 
 
 1 If this shall surprise you, there's news stranger yet. 
 
 
 
 
 : Lillibulero, &c. 
 
 He brings Highland money to pay British debt, 
 LiUibulero, &c. 
 
 [This deeply pathetic song Is of undoubted an- 
 tiquity, but nothing satisfactory can be told re- 
 
 
 
 garding its history. According to some accounts. 
 
 
 
 You must take it in coin which the country affords, 
 
 Lillibulero, &c. 
 Instead of broad pieces, he pays with broad swords, 
 
 Lillibulero, &c. 
 
 the subject of it is said to have been Lady Barbara 
 Erskine, wife of the second marquis of Douglas, 
 
 
 
 who, in 1670, was abandoned by her husband on 
 account of some scandal, but this is extremely 
 
 
 
 apocryphal, as the song is clearly the lamentation 
 
 
 
 And sure this is paying you in the best ore. 
 
 of a forsaken girl, not a wife.] 
 
 
 
 Lillibulero, &c. 
 
 
 
 
 For who once is thus paid will never want more. 
 
 WAIT, waly up the bank. 
 
 
 
 LilUbulero, &c. 
 
 And waly, waly down the brae. 
 
 
 
 To arms, to arms ! brave boys, to arms ! 
 
 And waly, waly yon burn-side. 
 
 
 
 A true British cause for your courage doth 
 
 Where I and my love wont to gae ! 
 
 
 
 ca'; 
 
 I lean'd my back unto an aik. 
 
 
 
 Court, country, and citv against a banditti. 
 
 I thoucht it was a trusty tree ; 
 
 
 
 Lillibulero, bullen a i;i. 
 
 But first it bow'd, and syne it brak. 
 Sae my true love did lichtlie me. 
 
 waly, waly, but love be bonnie 
 A little time while it is new ; 
 
 
 
 OTJg 1^0 ^e tuxt^* 
 
 But when it's auld it waxes cauld. 
 
 And fades away like the morning dew. 
 O wherefore should I busk my heid, 
 
 
 
 [Alexander Hume.— Here first printed.] 
 
 Or wherefore should I kame my haii- ? 
 For my true love has me forsook, 
 
 
 
 Whi do ye tarrj'. 
 
 And says he'll never love me mair. 
 
 
 
 Bonnie ship Mary ? 
 
 
 
 
 Why do ye linger so far far frae me ? 
 
 Now Arthur's Seat shall be my bed. 
 
 
 
 Winds, will ye waken ? 
 
 The sheets shall ne'er be prtss'd by me. 
 
 
 
 Ne'er your breath slacken. 
 
 St. Anton's Well shall be my drink. 
 
 
 
 But 0, breathe kindly, my love's on the soa. 
 
 1 
 
 Since my true love has forsaken me. 
 Iilartinmaa wind, when wilt thou blaw, 
 
 
 
 Ifo* her nature 
 
 And shake the green leaves aff the tree ? 
 
 
 
 j Tou had a feature. 
 
 0, gentle death, when wilt thou coniei* 
 
 
 
 1 Ne'er could you harm the frail barque on the sea; 
 
 ^ For of my life I am weurie. 
 
 
 
523 
 
 Ml, 
 
 Norbtewtaf HMW^I 
 *Ti* not rie maid 
 
 Bat nqr lof*^ bMtft^ grawB «Hld •• SMb 
 WlMB w can* tai bj Qimgom tpsa, 
 
 W« «cn a •oomIj ridtt to H*t 
 My lo«« «M dMl la the bteok vvHM, 
 
 And I mjHl' la waniMii 
 
 Bot had I wM, btkf I kl^ 
 
 Thatlo«« 
 IM 
 
 ABdplaa'd 
 Ob, oh! If: 
 
 AadMl 
 Andlagn 
 
 iMMlahw. Mydaw, 
 Mar «• Ml iMS aa aa ihli pMb, 
 Aadhhi|aa>liaali»aa% 
 
 rt iMd bMa MM ill la wta, H Far aaf h« I hata ahaiM aaa, 
 
 ■qrhMTtlaaflaMarfDM, || Aad paghlid Mb ay vav, 
 
 la'dMwfatfhrplB. WIm Mf da wT aa what ha Mta^ 
 
 €&laiuin2 of i)ft flptoii. 
 
 rTan«MC«aaaffglaa«y« 
 I>*Uarar, aad paMlihai aa a ~ 
 aonMdjr eaOad "Tha Wmd 1 
 167t. Bamaiy itpHalad It \ 
 his TM-TaUa MlMOaay. ThatHWlittaa 
 gtaal ct whatii mtm hHim >■■— wdarl 
 Daaa af " Jaih af niwMiia "] 
 
 Tovtewthawtetva 
 IloohadMbthtod, 
 
 AadMwaoaMa^fl 
 Aad ghaili^ la I 
 
 WMh a hault iRBt biwv. 
 
 Andd 
 
 Gaed-dar. iwaat 8lr, to 70a. 
 I iptlfM. My dear, hew fcr a«a* 
 
 Dajatattadtogaa^ 
 Qooth sba, I ncaa a inDt or tw* 
 
 Out o'«r JOB bfoaeajr braa. 
 
 Ba. 
 TaXr maid, I'm thankfVi' to mj fimw 
 
 To hart lie company ; 
 ror I'm faaftaf ttnUffht that galt^ 
 
 Whoayaiatradtoba. 
 
 Va^Vyaaia 
 Iha^tBM 
 
 lwfllfl^( 
 
 AadahaasaiMlM 
 
 My lava, and* 
 
 AadMawAay 
 Aadktehar 
 
 O rir, |a aia paaad haartid. 
 
 Aad lallh t» ba aid aay . 
 Bw ya «ad aaw ^a Marta 
 
 rwvaai*«lhalldM«yi 
 
 Far III ulaUMlraiiliHf, 
 At im iNf arlBM ba«| 
 
 Bat Ifa Mht ynar aaapaaf , 
 WVB pMa aa Mad at yaa. 
 
 mtk$ of Mecgf IDs* 
 
 BtfvnB laaia, «tll ya §0, 
 truiyafa^wOiyafa, 
 BoMrttlaMKadByafa 
 Va dM bMa af Abaifridy 
 Ta an fM a fawa af rflk, 
 A gvara aftfH, a fawa af iM» 
 T* an fat a avva afiO^ 
 Aadaataffli 
 

 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGSw 523 
 
 
 Na, kind sir, I dar nae gang, '■ 
 I dar nae gang, 1 dar nae gang. 
 
 • 'E^t JMsE k ^l^rlJeiTE. 
 
 
 
 Na kind sir, 1 dar nae gang. 
 
 
 
 
 My minny will be angry. 
 
 [From Herds collection.] 
 
 
 
 Sair, sair, wad she flyte. 
 
 
 
 
 Wad she flyte, wad she flyte ; 
 
 Thkrk dwall'd a man in Aberdeen, 
 
 
 
 Sair, sair, wad she flyte ; 
 
 And nowthir young nor auld was he. 
 
 
 
 And sair wad she ban me. 
 
 He never wanted wit at will. 
 But wi't was ugly as can be. 
 
 Mony a lass that had the tocher 
 Wham the carl socht to join 
 
 
 
 Bii'fe ©f illinfdis. 
 
 Wi' him to draw the pleuch of wedlock. 
 Did the hatefu' task decUne. 
 
 
 
 [This was composed by Burns, to the old tune 
 
 Tir'd at last wi' sharp denyals. 
 
 
 
 of " The Birks of Abergeldy," in September, 1787, 
 
 Straight he pass'd to sillie Meg ; 
 
 
 
 while standing under the falls of Aberfeldy, near 
 
 She had nowthir wit nor siUer, 
 
 
 
 Moness, in Perthshire.] 
 
 Here, thocht he, I sail nae beg. 
 
 
 
 Bonnie lassie, will ye go. 
 
 Save the gowd o' her fair tresses. 
 
 
 
 Will ye go, will ye go. 
 
 Bit 0' gowd ne'er had the queue; 
 
 
 
 Bonnie lassie, will ye go 
 
 Nor ither jewels in possession. 
 
 
 
 To the birks of Aberfeldy ? 
 
 Than the jewels o' her een. 
 
 
 
 Now simmer blinks on flowery braes. 
 
 Bot alike to her was missing 
 
 
 
 And o'er the crj'stal streamlet plays; 
 
 All the gowd that crouns the myndej 
 
 
 
 Come let us spend the lichtsome days 
 
 Sense, that jewel o' the bosom. 
 
 
 
 In the birks of Aberfeldy. 
 
 She could nowthir buy nor fynde. 
 
 
 
 Bonnie lassie, &c. 
 
 He came, he saw, he overcame; 
 
 
 
 While o'er their head the hazels hing. 
 
 The sillie mayden blush'd consent. 
 
 
 
 The little burdies blythely sing. 
 
 Hamewart as he bent his travel. 
 
 
 
 Or lichtly flit on wanton wing. 
 
 Thus he thocht on his intent. 
 
 
 
 In the birks of Aberfeldy. 
 
 
 
 
 Bonnie lassie, &c. 
 
 " Though this lassie want a noddle, 
 I ha'e wit to make amends ; 
 
 
 
 The braes ascend like lofty wa's. 
 
 Though I'am ugly, yet her bewtie 
 
 
 
 The foamin' stream deep-roaring fa's. 
 
 In our bairns will serve like ends. 
 
 
 
 O'erhung wi' fragrant spreadin' sbaws. 
 
 
 
 
 The birks of Aberfeldy. 
 
 " Our childer, I can never doubt it. 
 
 
 
 Bonnie lassie, &c. 
 
 Will comely as their mither be; 
 And in wit and prudence surelie 
 
 
 
 The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flow'rs. 
 
 Thay will copie after me. 
 
 
 
 White ower the linn the burnie pours. 
 
 
 
 
 And, risin', weets wi' misty show'rs 
 
 " Sae our race will bear perfection 
 
 
 
 The birks of Aberfeldy. 
 
 Baith in bodie and in saul ; 
 
 
 
 Bonnie lassie, &c. 
 
 Surelie a mair happy marriage 
 To man's lot docht never fall." 
 
 
 
 Let fortune's gift at random flee. 
 
 
 
 
 They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me. 
 
 Sae the wicht fu.' fondlle dremit. 
 
 
 
 Supremely bless'd wi' love and thee. 
 
 Alack the issue was far ither .' 
 
 
 
 In the birks of Aberfeldy. 
 
 The baimis war ugly as thair daddie, 
 
 
 
 Bonnie laasie, &c. <y 
 
 p And thay were foolish as thair mither. 
 
 
 
God* fcltk. I iMiA It tat • ««• 
 Tlwt y« MM wiCb aiy ikkiV Ma { 
 
 For wkfM f IMM* feallk «li Mii 
 I V do bM wiMt 1 Mte MfHT. 
 
 TmlhmmhtmrtmmmMmMmm 
 " They tiHt rtw iMt Mg M Iks Qmw- 
 
 Ka]r.wlMt4e|»iyk«ri 
 
 OiriHgtaiMyhaitUI 
 
 Or DM numl Aim I ball 
 
 ▲ad )(• BMd Mt IMk «lMt 1 IMM* doM. 
 
 Hy. look » tlwi l i i< t <f y w H i huu at . 
 And witk nqr iWag d» Mft aMll I 
 
 For, gla yo Bg kaltk A liMi, 
 
 ini do bat what I wffl nyoal*. 
 
 OodtwUb, ]w aaaan aacds tak* a «m» 
 To Mv* tlM foart that wo baM wo«t 
 
 Or Ijro away faaltk plow aad oar, 
 And haag np Blog whoa a* lo dooo. 
 Thos mtf ow bairas a>timlin nw. 
 
 To OMk tiMir nlMr la «k» nifro. 
 
 • ttnoad as wo ba% woa ! 
 
 n a (Hw ,yo«Myo 
 
 ToooMMowooi 
 To HMj as wool taiV Mao aa «ym, 
 
 To Mok I HOI MM! aaiai^ gsdo Mi 
 
 la Oka koaM yon iM a IM^ 
 WhM j^osaw wfear yaar (oarfpi dwM 
 
 JIar, Is pM hdk MO Us a fswkiw 
 I'D 4o bat wtat lUrt anort*. 
 
 That yo wad ow traly oboy} 
 ]f oa ieka oaa vltaoM what yoa mM, 
 Aad 1*9 90 fbtak Mm la «Mi dsf I 
 Aad, gir that kaly Maa wfll My. 
 To%dothoihli«thi 
 
 ▲ad ya mB 4s what I Nfoin. 
 
 o fer Joka aer latk< 
 
 lUb 
 I oaM aot what yaa aqr • pkHks— 
 
 To may 90 Mch Mm gla fo plaMo. 
 
 Aad, ghi y» WMit aao ofa MOMS. 
 To BMy •'Ml fM ftlik Om drfl fros ImH 
 
 For !■■ dsbM wiMi t flho m^mt. 
 
 WoB. rtr II wfll MW hHtM bss, 
 II ttrfr av ihBfo OT a* bM ^M 
 
 Aadlhsf 
 
 Aad«b 
 
 %mit fiBf 9«ntf f . 
 
 [TaMliaw 
 
 atfwr popular ssa[ 
 
 batwooaaMytklaiontiaaihsroklp. ItlshMO 
 <aoMd ftoM M il ia dsa, aad aaiy bo l ai f fc al ] 
 
 FW woail Hho «ho beaaW lid 
 Wha broi«ht MO ftoo Doadsiw 
 Aad 111 fsac awa* wl* Jaails. O, 
 
 I'M fs^ awa* wf JmbK O, 
 rn gaat awa* wl* JsmIs 
 
 O^MUwIoat 
 111 foaf awa* wf a Am f«dt wlB, 
 For ho*! a* Ihs waiM to MS. 
 

 4. 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 5.95 
 
 
 111 gang wi' Jamie frae Dundee, ^ Though my deep be wl' the dead. 
 
 
 
 To cheer the lanesome way ; 
 
 Frae on high my soul shall speed. 
 
 
 
 His cheeks are ruddy o'er wi' health. 
 
 And hcver nightly round thy head. 
 
 
 
 He's frolicsome and gay. 
 
 Although thou wilt na see, laddie. 
 
 
 
 And I'll gang, &c. 
 
 
 
 
 The laverock mounts to hail the morn. 
 
 
 
 
 The lintwhite swells her throat. 
 
 
 
 
 But nane o' them's sae sweet or clear 
 As Jamie's tunefu' note. 
 
 '^f^, 8©5iD, wg %n%mAt la^. 
 
 
 
 And I'll gang, &c. 
 
 [This song is partly preserved by Herd in hia 
 
 
 
 
 collection, 1776, but is here given with son e slight j 
 additions by Allan Cunningham. It is sung to a 
 
 
 
 f^f II TO^, M^^ar* 
 
 reel tune, originally called " The Lasses o' the 
 
 
 
 
 Ferry." Tannahill wrote a song with the same 
 burthen, and to the same tune, which is also given 
 
 
 
 [Thomas C. Latto.— Here first printed.— Air, 
 
 in this work.] 
 
 
 
 " Loudon's bonnie woods and braes."] 
 
 Hey, how, my Johnnie lad. 
 
 
 
 Tklt. me, dear ! in mercy fipeak. 
 
 Ye're no sae kind's ye should ha'e been. 
 
 
 
 1 Has heaven heard my prayer, lassie ? 
 
 For gin your voice I had na kent. 
 
 
 
 Faint the rose is on thy cheek. 
 
 I'm sure I couldna trust my een ; 
 
 
 
 But still the rose is there, lassie 1 
 
 Sae weel's ye might ha'e courted me. 
 
 
 
 Away, away, each dark foreboding. 
 
 And sweetly pree'd my mou' bedeen ; 
 
 
 
 1 Heavy days with anguish clouding. 
 
 Hey, how, my Johnnie lad. 
 
 
 
 i Youthfu' love in sorrow shrouding. 
 
 Ye're no sae kind's ye should ha'e been. 
 
 
 
 i Heaven could ne'er allow, lassie J 
 
 
 
 
 j Day and night I've tended thee. 
 
 My father, he was at the pleugh. 
 
 
 
 ! Watching, love ! thy changing e'e ; 
 
 My mither, she was at the mill ; 
 
 
 
 Dearest gift that heaven could gi'e. 
 
 My brother, he was at the moss. 
 
 
 
 j Say thou'rt happy now, lassie. 
 
 And no ane near our sport to spill ; 
 A lug to listen was na there. 
 
 
 
 Willie ! lay thy cheek to mine- 
 
 And still less fear 0' being seen; 
 
 
 
 Kiss me, oh, my ain laddie ! 
 
 Hey, how, my Johnnie lad, 
 
 
 
 Kever mair may lip 0' thine 
 
 Ye're no sae kind's ye should ha'e been. 
 
 
 
 Press where it hath lain, laddie ! 
 
 
 
 
 Hark ! I hear the angels calling. 
 
 Wad ony lad who lo'ed me weel 
 
 
 
 Heavenly strains are round ine falling. 
 
 Ha'e left me a' my liefu' lane. 
 
 
 
 But the stroke— thy soul appalling— 
 
 To count the minutes as they crawled. 
 
 
 
 'Tis my only pain, laddie I 
 
 And think life's sweetest moments gane. 
 
 
 
 Yet the love I bear to thee 
 
 1 wonder what was in your head. 
 
 
 
 Shall follow whei« I soon maun be ; 
 
 I wonder what was in your een. 
 
 
 
 I'll tell how gude thou wert to me— 
 
 Hey, how, my Johnnie lad. 
 
 
 
 We part to meet again, laddie 1 
 
 Ye're no sae kind's ye should ha'e been. 
 
 
 
 ! Lay thine arm beneath my head — 
 
 But I shall seek some other lad. 
 
 
 
 Grieve na sae for me, laddie ! 
 
 Whose love is upmost in his mind; 
 
 
 
 I'll thole the doom that lays me dead. 
 
 As gleg as light, wha has the slight 
 
 
 
 But no a tear frae thee, laddie ! 
 
 0' kenning when he should be kind. 
 
 
 
 1 Aft where yon dark tree is spreading, 
 
 Then ye may woo wi' blinkin' Bess — 
 
 
 
 When the sun's last beam is shedding. 
 
 For you nae mair I'll sigh and green i 
 
 
 
 Where no earthly foot is treading. 
 
 Hey, how, my Johnnie lad. 
 
 
 
 By my grave thou'lt be, laddie 1 ^ 
 
 j:, Ye're no sae kind's ye should ha'e been. 
 
 
 
 
52A 
 
 i » »M— lr<fc»*ntiiiii>fca iiiilM 
 
 8Bof*0 m5 t)f ait. 
 
 [" Wos^ my heart that t*« «b(mU ■■■■"ll 
 te MOM or a very oU Ua*. at l«Ml M aM M «k» 
 
 i«lgnorJamHtlMilstl^ bat tl wt%l Ba l ««* 
 to tha taaa aia loat. Th» tmm Mkmtat tmm 
 an by Rammt. Tha mtam* k aM af Wm^ 
 •OB^ kB ''Tha OMtia awpkar*."] 
 
 WiTB brakM wardit as4 dowaait tf*% 
 " irj 
 
 And. parttaf wtth Ut Gr^r. aHM, 
 
 AhiwoaniaBybMrttlMa 
 To otban I am aaM aa MOW, 
 
 Bat kiadla trtth tktoa ayaa Ofet ttoiv 
 Fran tbra with pate I*ni kvMd •• gO| 
 
 It brcaki my kHft Iktti «a iteaM Hi 
 
 ChateVt»ttj«k« 
 
 VobMBtyaawa 
 VartkMMrpbMa 
 
 My foxra, tlMi«l 
 
 ThalaM«iarthy 
 
 And bMsttaa Wkleh iBvtia «» 
 ThyllfolywHaad 
 
 Dmt By«fk, baBafa tky a«i*i te tMi, 
 ToaH aaw aafi^ a iMWi titet^ Ub 
 
 AhwiyB>okifa»at1iiwMnia>aa 
 Tt fodit taha ea>« oTany daar IM 
 
 WbM tbat Mart ttea riMll c 
 Wall moat agalB and sov 
 
 Bfbak o a tptak thoa, aod 01111 my fitrf; 
 Hold ap a heart than rfaktef andar 
 
 Ah!laBBdla,birta 
 
 e«H»«aMti« iMba. fand «M* «a pkqrM, 
 TavH laaa yaw oMali wtaB ««^ aasBtM 
 
 AfBlB. akl iteB I MMT awv 
 
 nrai^ Wb to tlMO 1 ilMll pM«« tr«b 
 
 TTmbi'iii fbr AptO, VWL Ba*M a^a «Ml *• 
 aatiMraraaaMr. MAeraaAB^pafavarihof 
 
 Va aMva aif iaat dMdl to. ya aavteo. 
 Of p ai lli aiwii n , or aaaai j plateat ' 
 MaM plM*« bMfaHoa ma iMplfa. 
 Aad FtaiM tMMa tha wHMtat lyia ( 
 
 HiVtBt^ SMSSf VMM 1 VMSB 
 
 k. trath. Mid bMsqr Jota^ i 
 
 I*»» 
 Vaai 
 
 A fonUor hm, and •Ilk attha^ 
 A lady iteh. te bmaly^ Moimm, 
 
 Atedc, poor mol will now oompira 
 To itml tlMo ftom thy Panyfe bomaa. 
 
 Aad adli • hMin ta tha whato I 
 Ai 
 
 • tea 
 
 JABC MM • M«n to IM VMM I 
 A ■ irt il l iM iia p i, a iia m ft ilmlaa. 
 
 iatBf«teg day brfai 
 
 yoymrthaahappgrcMibamaa. 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 527 
 
 'Eitu'^ flmt^ mmttn^mm^. 
 
 K^rlmt^ SJ^cikt^. 
 
 
 [By William Anherson, author of " Land- 
 scape Lyrics," &c.— Here printed for the first 
 
 [Fhom Herd's Collection.] 
 
 
 time. 
 
 A SooTHLAND Jenny, that was right bonnie. 
 Had for a suitor a Norland Johnnie; 
 
 
 There's plenty come to woo me. 
 
 But he was sicken a bashful wooer. 
 
 
 And ca' me sweet and fair ; 
 
 That he could scarcely speak unto her; 
 
 
 There's plenty say they lo'e me. 
 
 Till blinks o' her beauty, and hopes o' her siller. 
 
 
 But they never venture mair : 
 
 Forced him at last to tell his mind till her. 
 
 
 They never say they'll marry. 
 
 My dear, quoth he, we'll nae langer taiTy, 
 
 
 Though love is all their tune. 
 
 Gin ye can loo me, let's o'er the muir and marry. 
 
 
 From June to January, 
 
 
 
 From January to June. 
 
 She. 
 Come, come awa' then, my Norland laddie. 
 
 
 I canna keep frae smiling. 
 
 Though we gang neatly, some are mair gawdy; 
 
 
 At their flatteries and art, 
 
 And albeit I have neither gowd nor money. 
 
 
 Wi' a* their fond beguiling. 
 
 Come, and I'll ware my beauty on thee. 
 
 
 They'll ne'er beguile my heart ; 
 
 
 
 For nought can fix a maiden 
 
 He. 
 
 
 Whase heart is warm and true. 
 
 Te lasses o' the south, ye're a' for dressing; 
 
 
 But vows wi' marriage laden. 
 
 Lasses o' the north mind milking and threshing; 
 
 
 Though mony come to woo ! 
 
 My minny wad be angry, and sae wad my daddy. 
 Should I marry ane as dink as a lady ; 
 
 
 That a's no gowd that glitters 
 
 For I maun ha'e a wife that will rise 1' the morn- 
 
 
 I've either heard or read. 
 
 ing. 
 
 
 And that marriage has its bitters 
 
 Crudle a' the milk, and keep the house a* scolding. 
 
 
 As well as sweets, is said : 
 
 Toolie wi' her nei'bours, and learn at my minny, 
 
 
 But though it gets the blame o' 
 
 A Norland Jocky maun ha'e a Norland Jenny. 
 
 
 Some things that winna tell. 
 
 
 
 The fau't that folks complain o' 
 
 Shb. 
 
 
 Lies aften wi' themsel'. 
 
 My father's only daughter, and twenty thousand 
 pound, 
 
 
 The year, as on it ranges. 
 
 Shall never be bestow'd on sic a silly clown : 
 
 
 Within its twalmonths Ea.', 
 
 For a' that I said was to try what was in ye ; 
 
 
 Shows mony fretful changes. 
 
 Ga'e hame, ye Norland Jock, and court your 
 
 
 And's lightsome wi' them a'. 
 
 Norland Jenny. 
 
 
 Though winter's tempests thicken. 
 
 
 
 Spring comes wi* cheerful face. 
 
 
 
 And summer smiles to quicken 
 
 
 
 A' nature wi' its grace. 
 
 E^2 ^n%n HaB^ie. 
 
 
 1 The year o' life is marriage. 
 
 
 
 j And we canna wed too sune. 
 
 [The tune and first verse of this song are old. 
 
 
 Whan twa divide the carriage, 
 
 The rest is by Eamsay.] 
 
 
 The wark is cheerily dune. 
 
 
 
 If one true heart wad ha'e me 
 
 My soger laddie is over the sea, 
 
 
 For better and for worse. 
 
 And he will bring gold and money to me; 
 
 
 Wi' him I'd gladly share aye. 
 
 And when he comes hame, he'll make me a lady; 
 
 
 The blessing and the curse. ^ 
 
 f My blessing gang wi' my aoger laddie. 
 
 
 
528 
 
 My doughty luddltbli 
 
 And ean mam 
 True to hk eoontrj, to Wvt ha to itoadr ; 
 
 TlMrali »ir tofonyara witk a 
 
 Shidd hini. j« angels. IkM dMth hi alvna, 
 Retorn him with laarris to Bf iMftaC >!■«{ 
 
 ta»n« frM aU my ouri ytll plaMMrtbr ft«* «M, • 
 Whn baek to mj wish« ay aovw y« gl'* bm. 
 
 AsqakklytlMfi 
 
 ForiaaoMeastiM 
 
 WhkkaMlMBM 
 
 IfinHt nib yeggie . 
 
 [PaAM IUmmt*! OmUtm tkafimH.] 
 And nmteg «!•, wIMi aBntot Mk «M tratk, 
 
 I gOMi, mj iMtb, tkMl, M VMl M I. 
 
 Aa4. irr>1» •»«•«, I 
 BMP, gte s* ■». • •«" 
 
 eoA» coIl^'K tii Innb. 
 
 Bat iMi !•, M, gki «• watai «%r MM. 
 
 Y« think w dM^ aad qraa «to vealBgM «aMt 
 
 Tht 
 
 !•« 
 
 PATta. 
 Bat whaa tb«f lUac efW laag 
 ThdrawtoCBMillMf a 
 Bcd-ehwtod yoa eomplatrily i^ appMri 
 And X hat* thol-d and weo*d ahMig hatfyoar. 
 
 PaooT. 
 Then dinna pa* BMt gently tiun 1 fli* 
 Into vnj Patie*! arms tor good and a' { 
 But stint your wjshca to this frank ankfaiat 
 And akiat aas Atfthtr tUl wrva goi tlw giaMb 
 
 Patib. 
 O ehanalag anndVi* ! Imbm, yt oaiea. a«ay» 
 I'll kiss my treasare a' the Uve*lang day s 
 A' night 111 dream my kisses o'er again. 
 Till that day eotne thatyv'tt be a* aiy aia. 
 
 The sa««7 Mito Ifeal te aria* CM* 
 Waee •la pped Mn •■ — i awaa^ 
 
 Ah?tlMyMV8Hitoaad 
 Thesa«a«««l«irA 
 
 MyaM 
 
 We« 
 
 iliMwaaa 
 
 " 1 1^ •< 
 
 C^Ik BHifftt* Itfetrt. 
 
 •beat the yoarim.] 
 
 Oct Hefa* worik aoaid vto aiy hsart. 
 
 Toa leaaM aol ipsak la vala j 
 Bat la tka^MtoaoMffiafa .f kM. 
 
 KtfwtotlHagala. 
 
 Whoas hsait was oaty aUaa I 
 And. oh I wiMt a hsart «■• MMt to ln». 
 BotlaMMaao 
 

 
 SCOTTISH BONGa. ^29 
 
 Yet, oh ! gin heaven in mercy soon '■ 
 
 ^ Thenlel Mensieg* bonnie Mary, 
 
 
 Would grant the boon I crave, 
 
 Theniel Menzies' bonnie Mary; 
 
 
 ^nd take this life, now naething worth, 
 
 Charlie Gregor tint his plaidie. 
 
 
 Sin' Jamie's in his grave ! 
 
 Kissin' Theniels bonnie Mary. 
 
 
 And see, his gentle spirit comes. 
 
 
 
 To show me on my way ; 
 
 Her een sae bright, her brow sae white. 
 
 
 Surprised, nae doubt, I still am here. 
 
 Her haffet locks as brown's a berrj- ; 
 
 
 Sair wondering at my stay. 
 
 And ay they dimpl't wi' a smile, 
 The rosy cheeks o' bonnie Mary. 
 
 
 I come, I come, my Jamie dear 
 
 Theniel Menzies', &c. 
 
 
 And, oh, wi' what gude will 
 
 
 
 I follow, wheresoe'er ye lead ! 
 
 We lap and danced the lee lang day. 
 
 
 Ye canna lead to ill. 
 
 Till piper lads were wae and weary; 
 
 
 She said, and soon a deadly pale 
 
 But Charlie gat the spring to pay. 
 
 
 Her faded cheek possess'd ; 
 
 For kissin' Theniel's bonnie Mary. 
 
 
 Her waefu' heart forgot to beat; 
 
 Theniel Menzies', &c. 
 
 
 Uer sorrows sunk to rest. 
 
 
 
 %zh^ <Bnlu. 
 
 
 
 [Manufactured by Burks for Johnson's Mu- 
 
 ^atg. 
 
 
 seum from an old song to the tune of *' The Ruf- 
 
 
 
 fian's Rant," or " Roy's Wife."] 
 
 [This is another song by Burns, to the tune of 
 " The Ruffian's Rant," furnished by him in 1794 
 
 
 A' THE lads C Thomie-bank, 
 
 for Thomson's collection.] 
 
 
 "When they gae to the shore o' Bucky, 
 
 
 Tliey'll step in and tak' a pint 
 
 Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy ? 
 
 
 Wi' lady Onlie, honest lucky! 
 
 Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy ? 
 
 
 Lady Onlie, honest lucky. 
 
 Well though know'st my aching heart. 
 
 
 Brews guid ale at shore o' Bucky; 
 
 And canst thou leave me thus for pity ? 
 
 
 I wish her sale for her guid ale. 
 
 
 
 The best on a* the shore o' Bucky. 
 
 la this thy plighted fond regard. 
 
 
 Her house sae bien, her curshe sae clean. 
 
 Thus cruelly to part, my Katy ? 
 Is this thy faithful swain's reward— 
 
 
 1 wat she is a dainty chucky; 
 And cheerUe blinks the ingle-gleed 
 
 An aching, broken heart, my Katy ? 
 
 
 Of lady Onlie, honest lucky i 
 
 Farewell ! and ne'er such sorrows tear 
 
 
 Lady Onlie, &c. 
 
 That fickle heart of thine, my Katy ? 
 Thou may'st find those wUl love thee dear— 
 
 
 
 But not a lov«» like mine, my Katy. 
 
 
 ^Irakl 0lmiuf 0iM^. 
 
 
 
 [Written by Burns for Johnson's Museum, 
 
 REPLY. 
 
 
 t<> the old tune of " The Ruffian's Rant," an air 
 
 
 
 now better known by the name of " Roy's Wife 
 
 [By an English lady (Mrs. Eiddkl of Wood- 
 
 
 of Aldivalloch."] 
 
 leifih Park.)] 
 
 
 In coming by the brig o' Dye, 
 
 Stat, my WiUle— yet believe me. 
 
 
 At Dariet we a blink did tarry ; 
 
 Stay, my WUUe— yet believe me; 
 
 
 As day was dawin' in the sky. 
 
 'Tweel, thou know'st na every pang 
 
 
 We dmnk a health to bonnie Mary. ^ 
 
 } Wad wring my bosom shouldst thou leave me. 
 
 
 
530 
 
 TMlia«<lMrttho«y»tMt<nw , 
 
 And a' nqr wrongi tktJH bt tatffirftn t 
 
 ▲ad wlNB thli iMBrt pra«« Mm to thm. 
 Yob ■oa dMU OMM kds oMBM tai 1M«M 
 
 liut to think I «M totn^. 
 
 Thmt Iktatbood fW oar laf« 
 To Uke tlM flowrei to my b 
 
 And flad the g«iiMb' Mpvit wairl 
 
 Ooold I hop»fboa^M a«W dMrifo «M, 
 OrtMllil nlwiiiPM, ml^ t olww >— 
 
 I'd diflit. nor sMk la oUnt «h«M 
 ThiU hMVMi IM 1^ «HU« «ir k>MH 
 
 ® Us ti)s Uof im mine. 
 
 O uT tkgr boTlB aita*, Im4oi 
 
 A ■h«« to Mi^ aataHMmf . 
 Bat now ho h ay <«^ iMb 
 
 That Ibrn bltak t te^ lo^ b«tt 
 
 rorortrtoiWBolH, 
 
 O kV «ky lOOriB OllDO, iMi, 
 
 In mlno, lMi» la adao, iM^ 
 And tvMV oa thy wkMi hnad 
 That thoa will ho aqraia. 
 
 <!D tisit I l^aD ne'f t marrtcl). 
 
 [Thb flffrt v«no «Bd <kof«t of thb h • 
 oToa old tonff to thotantor**Oi««dlo.* Tho 
 Mooad TKM WM addod by Bonm.] 
 
 TBAT I had ao^ff bi 
 
 IwMlaovtrtedM 
 Kow I'T« cotMa wlJb 
 
 And th^ ofy CnmUt ■finnolr. 
 
 tkioo tteHi oNMilo ta a «if ( 
 Ola yo •wvilo oagr aalr, 
 T«rB •rawAoaf a^ BMal away. 
 
 Bolayollaoartoth^o 
 
 iMs 8Riff %it hunt ^^^ 
 
 rnnilr«dM "Oayoaiy wtfb Aodaaf aw* 
 h aid, aad lk»i M« oM wwdo •» It, hot or a vory 
 
 O, AT mf wiib Ao daaf hm^ 
 
 Aadolli^riHkikoha^ ' 
 
 Iffoiroaa II la'l 
 
 And. fcoi I WM. 1 aMitodi 
 lat aovor haa«i ava^ IBIMI 
 
 0,afaifwlih,*«. 
 
 lalhMt, 
 
 WhMa'tMrd^oaro 
 My palao or hrfl oa oarth 
 I-mMforho 
 O, ^ aiy w«h. am. 
 
 (Otm ia lohMoa^ Manaai, (foL n. !!«,) 
 ftwa tho rfi«iatortho paMUMrfektlHr.ChariM 
 Johaooa, who add It was aa oM Mi« la hb yoang 
 doia.] 
 
 layoa 
 
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 Q 
 
 I 
 

 . 1 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 53I 
 
 
 
 Where love is planted there it grows ; ^ 
 
 
 
 It buds and blows like any rose ; 
 It has a sweet and pleasant smell ; 
 
 M^Mn ^l&we in iuit^t 
 
 
 
 No flower on earth can it excel. 
 
 [This is the name of an old song and tune. 
 
 
 
 I put my hand into the bush. 
 
 The old words, however, are very coarse, and 
 
 
 
 And thought the sweetest rose to find ; 
 
 Burns altered them as follows for Johnson's 
 
 
 
 But pricked my finger to the bone. 
 
 Museum, applying them to himself in the chiirac- 
 
 
 
 And left the sweetest rose behind. 
 
 ter of a poet. The tune is sometimes erroneously 
 
 
 
 
 called "Bobbing John."] 
 
 EoBiN shure in hairst ; 
 
 
 
 MsittiEg; 3l®|iE. 
 
 I shure wi' him : 
 Fient a heuk had I, 
 
 
 
 [Writtkn by Robert Jamieson, and published 
 
 Yet I stack by him. 
 
 
 
 in his Popular Ballads and Songs, (Edinburgh, 
 
 1 gaed up to Dunse, 
 
 
 
 1806.) The tune caUed " Bobbing John" is an 
 
 To warp a wab 0' plaidin'; 
 
 
 
 old English one.] 
 
 At his daddie's yet, 
 
 Wha met me but Robin ? 
 
 
 
 Hey for bobbing John ! 
 
 
 
 
 Kittle up the chanter ! 
 
 Wasna Robin bauld. 
 
 
 
 Bang up a strathspey. 
 
 Though he was a cottar. 
 
 
 
 To fling wi' John the ranter. 
 
 Played me sic a trick. 
 
 
 
 Johnnie's stout an* bald. 
 
 And me the eUer's dochterl 
 
 
 
 Ne'er could thole a banter; 
 
 
 
 
 Bein in byre and fauld. 
 
 Robin promised me 
 
 
 
 An', lasses, he's a wanter. 
 
 A' my winter's vittle; 
 Fient haet he had but three 
 
 
 
 Back as braid's a door; 
 
 Guse feathers and a whittle ! 
 
 
 
 Bowhought like a filly; 
 
 
 
 
 Thick about the brawns. 
 
 
 
 
 An' o'er the breast and belly. 
 
 
 
 
 Hey for bobbing John ! 
 
 ilEESI^ 
 
 
 
 Kittle up the chanter ! 
 
 
 
 Queans are a' gane gyte. 
 
 
 
 
 To fling wi' John the ranter. 
 
 Burns, while resident in Dumfries. The heroine 
 
 
 
 Bonnie's his black e'e. 
 
 was Helen Ann Park, sister of Mrs. Hyslop, the 
 
 
 
 Blinkin', blythe, and vogie, 
 
 lanolady of the Globe Tavern, the poet's favourite 
 
 
 
 Wi' lassie on his knee. 
 
 " howff" there.— Tune " Banks of Banna."] 
 
 
 
 In hisnieve acoggie; 
 
 
 
 
 Syne the lad will kiss. 
 
 Yestreen I had a pint wine. 
 
 
 
 Sweetly kiss an' cuddle ; 
 
 A place where body saw na; 
 
 
 
 Cauld wad be her heart. 
 
 Yestreen lay on this breast 0' mine 
 
 
 
 That could wi' Johnnie widdle. 
 
 The raven locks of Anna. 
 The hungry Jew in wilderness. 
 
 
 
 Sonse fa' bobbing John ; 
 
 Rejoicing ower his manna, 
 
 
 
 Want an' wae gae by him ; 
 
 Was naething to my hinny bUss, 
 
 
 
 There's in town nor land 
 
 Upon the lips of Anna. 
 
 
 
 Nae chiel disna envy him. 
 
 
 
 
 Flingin' to the pipe, 
 
 Ye monarchs tak' the east and west. 
 
 
 
 Bobbing to the fiddle. 
 
 Frae Indus to Savannah! 
 
 
 
 Kneif was ilka lass. 
 
 Gi'e me within my straining grasp 
 
 
 
 That could wi' Johnnie meddle. i 
 
 ■f The melting form of Anna. 
 
 
 
 
 
539 
 
 TlMM m tapin iMpvtal cfeBi 
 WbOt 4yli« avInM^ IB iMr • 
 
 A ir tk* ItM ««• tal MiM IkM •• tW kM-fMi 
 
 Aa4 iBtD tte yM M ask' ■vhT tiM a^ IMT. 
 Ok giB 1 »M« Mrty itet a^ tar! 
 
 A«»% thoa pak IWi— ! 
 
 ® guDf alt 
 
 I, aad Man, wMkimarB ari 
 ▲Bd brtec •■ Mfrt P>a to Willi 
 
 ^itrlS )(i)ot of itx. 
 
 llqttlty. 0'Kw»a<u|HiHfcra— afkhaoi^to 
 
 toflaa. -Boj^, wkM I pl^. MT. O CMntaL- 
 Tto aM ««i«i to flka toB«b «• toMttoa, Bia laM, 
 battk>MhiaknaotiiB>il»MtaiiiiB»er- 
 ileaartiHBi,ara«lMMIki«MlarihM. It 
 
 O an I ««« kJHy tkot e* tori 
 FteMy, Mitr. •OHy ■hot •• tori 
 o gte I «*«« MMjr tbot •• tor! 
 If Jw iiMi iwH, 1 wa< toBaaaBttotopaf ton 
 
 Tni «• waN «ian4«4, 1 aaaliaa Ma Bikt III ton 
 r or a BMvIk aAv, a' Ikliw aya pMi itaM wf ton 
 Bat ttoai m yaaia I ka% pmyai »r a wil|k« to 
 
 O tin t wwt iMy *at af karl 
 
 Kam ^ tor vriaMeM er ftlMdi aaaM alay wl* brr > 
 Tto aaabova aad tabw an Mb to toa kaa k*r : 
 ABd I aqr alB Hi* aa toaad to fl> way m tor I 
 Ok gto I vara Mrty itod ar tor i 
 
 Bh» gaafi aya m» bnim, Ati% ma wmMt prtiato 
 
 kart 
 TtoM^BoagatoBflktaltotoOaoBBtoydHalfta 
 
 tor: tbfttt 
 
 Wl* tea BBd «r Mak, Ito drfl wadBB Mto »r 
 Ok gte I ww« idrfy *el af kar I 
 
 [Ttoi> i»i y»i ii iii il hi •y li aaato aaag 
 
 Otonik^ BMakH af HHiiiiH aad OaBavaf 
 Saacaaalkwiirtoa li fHaa, vM* la aid to 
 to tto •* ariilMl ar BBna^- bal. ar aaana, M la 
 
 •aaarttaFaaakkawL- toaaaa l uli i M iiiiwa 
 aa Haaitoi to ItotoaaafTto Ha^f Bto> 
 aa," katatotfi a Itoa aia « aiii l toaa ar 
 
 Aad I 
 
 Idna 
 
 ar aa* aad wMl aai 
 aa-jartaMlfaaai 
 
 Vi^f jbilUt Croion. 
 
 rVaa Bkumm^-Atr, •* Tto HDa Ctoaa.**- 
 Fim pabUikad M a riBfl* atoat aoaf ty Vapla. 
 aad aflawarto laaatod to Ito IkM aalaaa «# 
 
 ▲vB ya dkaB walk to rflk aHia, 
 
 AadrfDatoi'Btoffaa, 
 Oto yaH aaMaat to to kiB kridi^ 
 i Ka Ikiak a* Pnaald aafc^ 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 533 
 
 
 Oh, -whawadbuyasilken goun, 'Ai For langest life can ne'er repay 
 
 
 
 Wi' a puir broken heart ? 
 
 The love he bears to me ; 
 
 
 
 Or what's to me a siller croun. 
 
 And ere I'm forced to break my Caith, 
 
 
 
 Gin frae my love I part ? 
 
 I'll lay me down and dee. 
 
 
 
 The mind whase every \?ish is pure, 
 
 
 
 
 Far dearer is to me ; 
 
 
 
 
 And ere I'm forced to break my faith, 
 
 
 
 
 I'll lay me down and dee ; 
 For I ha'e pledged my virgin troth. 
 
 lEfeHE W>unU. 
 
 
 
 Brave Donald's fate to share. 
 
 
 
 
 And he has gi'en to me his heari. 
 
 [This beautiful song, from being found in 
 
 
 
 Wi' a' its virtues rare. 
 
 BuRNs'B handwriting, was published as his in 
 Johnson's Museum, but was afterwards disco- 
 
 
 
 His gent e manners wan my heart, 
 
 vered to be the composition of Hklbn Maria 
 
 
 
 He gratefu' took the gift ; 
 
 Williams, the authoress of "Letters written 
 
 
 
 Could I but think to see it back. 
 
 from France," and the translator of Humboldt's 
 
 
 
 It wad be waur than theft. 
 
 Personal Narrative. Miss Williams was a native 
 
 
 
 For langest life can ne'er repay 
 
 of the north of England, where she was born in 
 
 
 
 The love he bears to me ; 
 
 1762. She died at Paris in 1827. The locality 
 
 
 
 And ere I'm forced to break my troth. 
 
 celebrated in the song. 
 
 
 
 I'll lay me doun and dee. 
 
 " Where Evan mingles with the Clyde," 
 is one of very great beauty. It lies in the middle 
 
 
 
 
 ward of Lanarkshire, near the town of Hamilton. 
 Here, and for several miles above its confluence 
 
 
 
 ■ # JMa^S> ^^'^^ ^^ ^^^'^^ 
 
 with the Clyde, the Evon or Avon flows between 
 "lofty banks," overhung with "lavish woods." 
 
 
 
 [Written in imitation of the above beautiful 
 
 We cannot say whether the poetess had any con- 
 
 
 
 lyric, and published in Urbani's collection, adapt- 
 
 nection in life with this scene, or merely admired 
 
 
 
 ed to a tune composed by Miss Grace Corbet, 
 
 it as a casual visitor. Sir Walter Scott says that 
 
 
 
 while a very young girl.] 
 
 the song was written " at the request of Dr. 
 Wood," meaning, we suppose. Dr. Alexander 
 
 
 
 Mary, yCse be clad in silk. 
 
 Wood, whose memory is still cherished in Edin- 
 
 
 
 And diamonds in your hair, 
 
 burgh for his benevolence and eccentricities.] 
 
 
 
 Gin ye'U consent to be my bride. 
 
 
 
 
 Nor think on Arthur main 
 
 Slow spreads the gloom my soul desires. 
 
 
 
 Ob, wha wad wear a silken goun. 
 
 The sun from India's shore retires : 
 
 
 
 Wi' teara blindin' their e'e ? 
 
 To Evan banks with temp'rate ray. 
 
 
 
 Before I break my true love's cham. 
 
 Home of my youth, he leads the day. 
 
 
 
 I'll lay me down and dee. 
 
 Oh ! banks to me for ever dear ! • 
 
 
 
 For I have pledged my virgin troth. 
 
 Oh ! stream whose murmurs still I hear! 
 
 
 
 Brave Arthur's fate to share ; 
 
 All, all my hopes of bliss reside 
 
 
 
 And he has gi'en to me his heart, 
 
 Where Evan mingles with the Clyde. 
 
 
 
 Wi' a' its virtues rare. 
 
 
 
 
 The mind whase every wish is pure. 
 
 And she, in simple beauty drest. 
 
 
 
 Far dearer is to me ^ 
 
 Whose image lives within my breast ! 
 
 
 
 And, ere I'm forced to break my fkitb. 
 
 Who, trembling, heard my parting sigh, 
 
 
 
 I'll lay me down and dee. 
 
 And long pursued me with her eye. 
 
 
 
 So trust me, when I swear to thee 
 
 Does she, with heart unchang-d as mine, 
 
 
 
 By a' that is on high; 
 
 Oft in the vocal bowers recline ? 
 
 
 
 Though ye had a' this warld's gear. 
 
 Or, where yon grot o'erhangs the tide. 
 
 
 
 
 Muse while the Evan seeks the Clyde f 
 
 
 
 
534 
 
 T« loAy tnki ttut Xvia 1 
 ■Aado'W tbt rtiMm yamr i 
 
 woomm tov 
 
 4 "wiM^iMtffc— 1 
 
 AtoM fer |MH te afeMMi kit y 
 With fUMTtaMMi Mm ar i%k*l 
 Swift frMB ttb 4Mrt M »• pMt. 
 
 11 yowiiiali^ifc«<i»»<tl»>»fcB»-- 
 *• 1^ vlnrtdrMtav^ftn,** ik* Mid. 
 
 *8pMk •«« ikM te Mtvm pniM: 
 
 Ob Ikw in kvlih •■ av 1^^ 
 
 TkM lOT^r k« «r nMM«wB r 
 
 % wMriilte kMt «ra«i k «w f 
 fWa ckwB li IBMOMM Mi tnrtk, 
 
 Aad taMir k Mi MMM MS I 
 La^ Mf It iMm M dMt Mr tea. 
 
 «:^e Ea$ji of yittmtof m. 
 
 (CArTAor OiBAaua OaAV.— Air, ** ^alMala^ 
 
 Taaa 
 
 Uitf 
 Thali 
 
 B«r rM^ Iqrau ofawMlMl Mate, 
 rar la «lM Ml llM MtebMr tWv^ 
 
 ITow an Mi vtvfd 
 
 Aa ftirth I walkad. la v 
 
 Down by fca aae b at at U y waB, 
 Gay iffttng hn iiilaii ba« mmw^ 
 
 Aad load waa kMVd tfM paraMia* aal I 
 Tha blaehMfdl aoag iai« ttHMghlha ««ed 
 
 Bl^ la tta lad aaa** partliV ghaa I 
 
 Tbalofalylaaiarr 
 
 OIM 
 
 Aad ladMa Ma •BMth bc%ht«r ddi^ 
 Wkna tiata tkooa ap la babay pvMa, 
 
 And foUaa doiBM aod ■pfaai artoai- 
 Bot ban M oaa to oty aitrprln, 
 
 Swwi ai ayoathftal poat** diaam ; 
 With lovaaatinoaad In bar darii ryaa- 
 
 Tba lofaly bM or PMtoawMB I 
 
 llMla««^lM«ri 
 
 WMi 0* Sototif . 
 
 tfmu M lgl aa ^y ap^M w i la aa 
 ar paatry. faUMMd l7 BMrfi aad Bald, OM 
 abort Mm aad ar tha bwt aaatory. Tka aatbar 
 waaWiaaaaal' 
 
 WaaaKatlaa 
 Obatahabadi 
 
 toa*<laCbw»arOaa U fc 
 ^rila Mnd ar BfiB' «• kM Mm, 
 
 TW bayyliai lad la OowiHb 
 
 9aa> aha, I wlaM aMfy Ihaa 
 r«r a* tha fM that ya aM fl« 
 
 Var aria I «aat a ant 4M, 
 
 yara'^wiMdlaO a a i Mb 
 
 My Mitar «IB •!% M tM bya I 
 
 My aMhiTb IBM MM yata to 4 
 
 in gat a fava jaal ttha Iba ahy, 
 
 Oif in aa taag to Ovarrta. 
 
 HM U b M Haiybaadt baar aia, I fray* 
 
 Bbm IM 1 aial tbM at tba iIhB. 
 My and to thaa^ baM traa aad laali 
 Tba darbaat aisbt 1 Mar Mi Ml, 
 Wai«oab.Mwltab,lAC 
 
i 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 535 
 
 
 I fear nae want o* claes, nor nocht ; ^ A silken gown o' siller pray, 
 
 
 
 Sic silly things rny mind ne'er tiiuyht. 
 
 My niither coft last new-year's day. 
 
 
 
 1 dream a' nicht, and start about. 
 
 And buskit me frae tap to tae. 
 
 
 
 And wish for thee In Gowrie. 
 
 To keep me out 0' Gowrie. 
 
 
 
 I lo'e thee better, Kate, my dear. 
 
 Daft Will, short syne, cam' courting Nell, 
 
 
 
 Than a* ray riggs and out-gaun gear ; 
 
 And wan the lass, but what befel. 
 
 
 
 Sit down by me till ance I swear. 
 
 Or whare she's gane, she kens hersel'. 
 
 
 
 Thou'rt worth the Carse 0' Gowrie. 
 
 She staid na lang in Gowrie. 
 
 
 
 Syne on her mouth sweet kisses laid. 
 
 Sic thoughts, dear Katie, ill combine 
 
 
 
 Till blushes a' lier cheelis o'erspread ; 
 
 Wi' beauty rare, and wit like thine; 
 
 
 
 She sighed, and in soft whispers said. 
 
 Except yoursel', my bonnie quean. 
 
 
 
 Pate, tak' me to Gowrie ! 
 
 I care for nought in Gowrie. 
 
 
 
 Quo' he, let's to the auld fouk gang ; 
 
 Since first I saw you in the sheal. 
 
 
 
 Say what they like, I'll bide their bang. 
 
 To you my heart's been true and leal ; 
 
 
 
 And bide a' nicht, though beds be thrang. 
 
 The darkest night I fear nae de'il. 
 
 
 
 But I'll ha'e thee to Gowrie. 
 
 Warlock, or witch, in Gowrie. 
 
 
 
 The auld fouk syne baith gied consent : 
 
 Saft kisses on her lips I laid. 
 
 
 
 The priest was ca'd : a' were content; 
 
 The blush upon her cheeks soon spread. 
 
 
 
 And Katie never did repent 
 
 She whisper 'd modestly, and said. 
 
 
 
 That she gaed hame to Ck>wrie. 
 
 Pate, I'll stay in Gowrie ! 
 
 
 
 For routh 0' bonnie bairns had she ; 
 
 The auld folks soon ga'e their consent. 
 
 
 
 Mair strappin' lads ye wadna see ; 
 
 Syne for Mess John they quickly sent. 
 
 
 
 And her braw lasses bore the gree 
 
 Wha ty'd them to their heart's content. 
 
 
 
 Frae a' the rest 0' Gowrie. 
 
 And now she's Lady Gowrie. 
 
 
 
 
 
 <^^2n^ V&\U^, 
 
 
 
 '^h %um 0' 'SoSdw, 
 
 [W. B. Sanostkk.— Cherry valley is a beauti- 
 ful spot in the County of Down, Ireland. This 
 
 
 
 [MODERW VeRSIOX.] 
 
 song appeared in the Belf^t Newsletter about 
 
 1820.] 
 
 
 
 Upon a simmer afternoon. 
 
 The laverock sung at the break of day, 
 
 
 
 A wee before the sun gade down. 
 
 All in the dewy dawn ; 
 
 
 
 My lassie, in a braw new gown. 
 
 An' the mountain bee struck a fairy lay. 
 
 
 
 Cam' o'er the hills to Gowrie. 
 
 As he sat on the rose new blawn. 
 
 
 
 
 but it was a lovely sang 
 
 
 
 Blooms fresh within the sunny bow'r • 
 
 That through sweet Cherry valley rang,— 
 
 
 
 But Katie was the fairest flower 
 
 It came o'er my heart like a dream gone by, 
 
 
 
 That ever bloom'd in Gowrie. 
 
 An' it pass'd from my ears Uke a passing sigh. 
 
 
 
 Nae thought had I to do her wrang. 
 
 but it was a lovely sang. 
 
 
 
 But round her waist my arms I Hang, 
 
 An' the tear drap hang at my e'e— 
 
 
 
 And said. My dearie, will ye gang. 
 
 It was nae wi' grief at the laverock's sang. 
 
 
 
 To see the Carse 0' Gowrie ? 
 
 Nor the lay 0' the mountain bee. 
 
 
 
 I'll tak' ye to my father's ha*. 
 
 I had heard the laverock's sang before, 
 
 
 
 In yon green fields beside the shaw ; 
 
 An' I had heard the mountain bee; 
 
 
 
 I'll mak' you lady 0' them a'. 
 
 But oh ! it was on Scotia's shore. 
 
 
 
 The brawest wife in Gowrie. < 
 
 •, 'Twas that brought the tears in nij e'e. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
gg^ aoornsB aoiroa. 
 
 0odiif-%fftif-iLa. 
 
 (WtUOAX XtlXSft.] 
 
 Tom li • cMiMnr •wttwM, »to l«d« a ikftf^ I 
 
 Ilk BwralM MnplB' «rm thhigi tl u f Whw Ite kit «i 
 Hk cmTi Of flovrte* riMF kvvvB. «><«■«■« wT I 
 
 ▲ CftaMNI «0«» ^M te kMi. ««ll«MlliW CM » I 
 
 If HlMn VM WIMM k* iM HMV*. IM btlBfi IkM to «I«IM«, 
 
 fiar,likBaaMi«ra ^ * * '^ 
 
 Italic Ik* lOMMA 
 
 Tkm li MM SMS akNl «h» kM « 
 
 Bli ttop b arm aad OTHily. kli look bolk gmf* ••« ■•»- 
 1^ bMT kto rkk aad ftolriy ton ■kmrid kfev* A pNttr PM» i 
 ▲ad. tkMgk k« iMiii Ma kM4 to* Ma, ktgUatotk to Ik* « 
 V«r QriM kii iihw ipw* to date wl* ftovfto* ftl Ik* «a i 
 ▲al wlqria !>• ikMkt ted ka a kMn wkanrt* to frip a a 
 A pair a^H Il ka 
 TlHil»«UM«ad _ 
 Ta n aaaaa Maa* to jtotoav Ssawklaadf aaiMa C 
 
 ■a iMfa ftaa ktoi to tfdak aaa ikaM to ««k »r «ka» !• aaad. 
 ftokalkanapMtmkatofcd,— flf iMfcakatoadi 
 Aa* If fa INa to MlaaaaB, laH tad aato |w aaal. 
 Tkat Ikqr «te »faaa «Mfe to kaat wfl kaavv to Ika ftato. 
 Aa* kito «r aaM Bk aali^wafa ptaak, aad kaaaal pffM* «■ a 
 Tow pana «r fMi^-a^aa kr^rfr Mm^ «tt katog pM to |«w ■ 
 Aa' IT, wkaa vrawa to to a aMa. foar aHMT* wMkaalataw. 
 
 Sector ^ftomtof . 
 
 iJAMaa Rom.) 
 
 rai iUk, I'M tokaaalad. aiy paaapaali an MMtot. 
 Aa* a* dftoM kMba^kaad, Daator Maaaaa P* 
 
 Pnv, vkara tka ayrftotaaa tkat toaaklaa im M »- 
 « O. Doalort I'M lato^d. 1*bi lato^ ftr awr- 
 M 7 lato kM tatokaa Mb Saalto M BMat I 
 
 Tka awaato, ika a^KvaMBto ftaai aadtoak Ikal lawi 
 
 Aa* Mily daaitoaadaaM iMb 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS ^37 
 
 Vm fool'd, I am dover'd as dead as a herring- 
 Good sir, you're a man of compassion, I know; 
 
 Come, Weed me to death, then, unflinching, unerring. 
 Or grant me some poison, dear Doctor Monroe !" 
 
 The Doctor he flang aff his big-coat an' beaver. 
 
 He took out his lance, an* he sharpened it so ; 
 No judge ever look'd more decided or graver— 
 
 " I've oft done the same, sir," says Doctor Monroe, 
 " For gamblers, rogues, jockeys, and desperate lovers, 
 
 But I always make charge of a hundred, or so." 
 The patient look'd pale, and cried out in shrill quavers, 
 
 " The devil ! do you say so, air. Doctor Monroe ?" 
 
 " O yes, sir, I'm sorry there's nothing more common ; 
 
 I like it— it pays— but, ere that length I go, 
 A man that goes mad for the love of a woman 
 
 I sometimes can cure with a lecture, or so." 
 " Why, thank you> sir; there spoke the man and the firiend too ; 
 
 Deatb. is the last reckoner with friend or with foe. 
 The lecture then, first, if you please, I'll attend to ; 
 
 The other, of course, you know. Doctor Monroe." 
 
 The lecture is said— How severe, keen, an' cutting. 
 
 Of love an* of wedlock, each loss an' each woe. 
 The patient got up — o'er the floor he went strutting, 
 
 Smil'd, caper'd, an' shook hands with Doctor Monroe. 
 He dresses, an' flaunts it with Bell, Sue, an' Chirsty, 
 
 But freedom an' fun chooses not to forego ; 
 He still lives a bachelor, drinks when he's thirsty. 
 
 An' sings like a lark, an' loves Doctor Monroe I 
 
 '^Je fttiUHict^ of "HipiiiiK. 
 
 [Jambs Hooo.— Music by Peter M'Leod.] 
 
 I siNO of a land that was famous of yore, 
 
 The land of green Appin, the ward of the flood. 
 Where every grey cairn that broods o'er the shore, 
 
 Marks grave of the royal, the valiant, or good. 
 The land where the strains of grey Ossian were framed.- 
 
 The land of fair Selma, and reign of Fingal,— 
 And late of a race, that with tears must be named. 
 
 The noble Clan Stuart, the bravest of all. 
 
 Oh-hon, an righ ! and the Stuarts of Appin ! . 
 The gallant, devoted, old Stuarts of Appin ! 
 Their glory is o'er, for the clan is no more, 
 &.ud tbA SfiAsenach sintcs on the hills of green Appin. 
 
538 
 
 Bocymaa sovoft 
 
 In iplM of tte QunpMh. tiMir Hiikt Mi4 fMMwa, 
 Aad aU «lw proi ' " 
 
 ■ laafc— fccmif, 
 la •■ iMr wktt aArti tkiir pOTMT to NMV, 
 
 Tto wn«k «ka*r pMiii wnrtk Mik* tawpt Mii tt 
 Oh-lM, aa rtfb! m4 Uh atoHtoar Afpta, i 
 
 IB tbt yMT «r «H Onkwa. vMIt la « 
 
 TW M4i af Mm ttMpMli «M« gaaMtfr Aiwtiir- 
 It «M ikM tte» llM Staarto Um tMBMrt rtfli itosi. 
 
 ▲ad paid baA a itei* or clM daU ttegr WOT aivtaf. 
 0«praadlBf«lo«lv! O.dayariaaMml 
 
 fltaa* tnt Ika wa roaa o^ tiM pMla arCMMUa, 
 Wm B«^ Mil aa kort I7 « 
 
 Wm a«^ Hdi a diqr fer «IM Staarti «r AyylB ! 
 
 Aad B«* ferika aPMia aflka Maafto «w • 
 
 Oaa baMto oa vrnk, or oa ■ 
 BatdM^toA|«iatlMglo>ywa«k^_ 
 
 ;,0,Oka-€M>aa 
 Hlgk aflvflaf af iMTMa, «W aea^MV^ ««• aa«»t 
 Far Ifea dnda afjiaar fcliMn aa tefd *aB lavaal, 
 Aad Ika Md «laa aTdlaan aiart paftak ftr afar t 
 OMma, aa rigkl aad ika Maaito ar Appla, *ab 
 
 TWiaaafOaatiaaMiKaMagialakaar.' 
 Ohaaea, aad Ilia fl»aadMi. whtm aia tMy — w» 
 Aad «tan b Md Xappaak. «IM lavd af LadMfear » 
 
 Wldb di«i artka aMMlillMir bald aft-U«d van iBfplat, 
 
 Tvad dowa bf * P»*' *■' <^ ■>■'>*■■■ f^^" 
 Tbt bm«a aia all «Baa wMk Ika tlBafla ar Apfia I 
 Ok-boa, aa figk I aad Ika Maaito ar Ayv«B, dMu 
 
 ThcyaNfaaat tkif aNfaaaf IhtMii 
 
 Aad maiklg waetloai aiy iphH aia w?apy«ag, 
 MjT oM b«art with Ikka of lasnt afeall «>Hfl0«, 
 ▲ad blml ter tha IdD af tka Staaito af Appla ! 
 Ob-boa. aa rifk i aad tka BtaaHi of Appla • 
 Tb* ■albul^ dMotod. old Maarti of Appia I 
 Tkclr Riory b oW, Ibrlkair Har b ao OMta, 
 ▲ad tka fi«ra gnM «af«i o««r tka k«OM of Appla ! 
 

 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 539 
 
 
 
 ^ The sodger frae the war returns. 
 
 
 
 
 The sailor frae the main ; 
 
 
 
 
 But I ha'e parted frae my love, 
 
 
 
 'B,Um im thetmm^. 
 
 Never to meet again, my love. 
 Never to meet again. 
 
 
 
 [This beautiful Jacobite song appears in John- 
 
 When day is gane, and nicht is come. 
 
 
 
 son's Museum, and doubtless received some 
 
 And a' folk bound to sleep. 
 
 
 
 touches from the masterly hand of Burns. Hogg 
 
 I think on him that's far awa'. 
 
 
 
 says that it was written by a Captain Ogilvie, who 
 
 The lee-lang night, and weep, my dear. 
 
 
 
 fought on King James's side at the battle of the 
 
 The lee-lang night, and weep. 
 
 
 
 Boyne, and was afterwards killed on the banks 
 
 
 
 
 of the Rhine in 1695. But we do not place the 
 
 
 
 
 slightest reliance on this statement. Mr Charles 
 
 
 
 
 Kirkpatrick Sharpe quotes an old street ballad. 
 
 
 
 
 called •* Bonnie Mally Stuart," written much in 
 
 
 
 
 the same measure as the present song, and con- 
 taining one verse almost exactly similar to the 
 
 il foeatg Ut fe tpM. 
 
 
 
 third verse here given, which is certainly the 
 
 
 
 
 most beautiful of the whole. The first and the 
 
 [The song quoted above, we are told by Mr. C. 
 
 
 
 last stanzas of the ballad are as follows. It is the 
 
 K. Sharpe, was an especial favourite of Sir Wal- 
 
 
 
 last stanza that so strongly resembles the one in 
 
 ter Scott's, and he was delighted to hear it sung 
 
 
 
 the Jacobite song. 
 
 by his daughter, Mrs. Lockhart. In the follow- 
 
 
 
 " The cold winter is past and gone. 
 
 ing song, which occurs in " Rokeby," the author, 
 it will be seen, borrows the last verse from the 
 
 
 
 And now comes on the spring. 
 
 old Jacobite strain. He says, " The last verse is 
 
 
 
 And I am one of the king's life-guards. 
 
 taken from the fragment of an old Scottish ballad, 
 
 
 
 And 1 must go fight for him, my dear. 
 
 of which I only recollected two verses when the 
 
 
 
 And I must go fight for him. 
 
 first edition of Rokeby was published. Mr. Tho- 
 
 
 
 " The trooper turn'd himself about. 
 
 mas Sheridan kindly pointed out to me an entire 
 
 
 
 All on the Irish shore ; 
 
 copy of this beautiful song, which seems to ex- 
 
 
 
 He has given then the bridle-reins a shake. 
 
 press the fortunes of some follower of the Stuart 
 
 
 
 Saying, Adieu for evermore, my dear. 
 
 family."] 
 
 
 
 Baying, Adieu for ever more !"J 
 
 A WEARY lot is thine, feir maid. 
 
 
 
 It was a' for our rightfu' king, 
 
 A weary lot is thine ! 
 
 
 
 We left fair Scotland's strand! 
 
 To pull the thorn thy brow to braid. 
 
 
 
 It was a' for our richtfu' king. 
 
 And press the rue for wine. 
 
 
 
 "We e'er saw Irish land, my dear. 
 
 A lightsome eye, a soldier's mein. 
 
 
 
 We e'er saw Irish land. 
 
 A feather of the blue, 
 A doublet of the Lincoln green,— 
 No more of me you knew, my love ! 
 
 
 
 Now a' is done that men can do. 
 
 No more of me you knew. 
 
 
 
 And a' is done in vain : 
 
 
 
 
 My love, my native land, farewell ; 
 
 This morn is merry June, I trow. 
 
 
 
 For I maun cross the main, my dear. 
 
 The rose is budding fain ; 
 
 
 
 For I maun cross the main. 
 
 But it shall bloom in winter snow. 
 Ere we two meet again. 
 
 
 
 He turn'd him richt and round about 
 
 He turn'd his charger as he spake. 
 
 
 
 Upon the Irish shore. 
 
 Upon the river shore ; 
 
 
 
 And ga'e his bridle-reins a shake. 
 
 He gave his bridle-reins a shake. 
 
 
 
 With, Adieu for evermore, my love. 
 
 Said, Adieu for evermore, my love! 
 
 
 
 With, Adieu for evermore. < 
 
 ^ And adieu for evermore. 
 
 
 
 
540 
 
 eaillit SBtoiU'fVtKtBnnt. 
 
 A nMi«llkavMri«lda4v«M, 
 
 MyliHli^liiifcrfimiHin 
 a— iiltiH miliaria to — 
 
 In atov* IHK !■ TkoMM** 
 ITS. k^ttbMtgtvMky 
 
 triiiffi 
 OrpkMM 
 BAtmajrlaidt 
 
 If T teddy Ml a* 0Mr MMglK 
 
 Wkk tim Mid rtedi^ Mid » dIrt-kMM, 
 A ivtaMl, MUM wOTtk A lawa. 
 
 BlM«kto,( 
 
 Ak 
 
 A __ . 
 
 A MMk-tek. aad an airid p mI i mm U 
 
 Tht iptlM or OMT Mrid vtmater^rkMl ( 
 
 A pafer«rknaki. |M, Mid a 
 
 WMk «v Mrid braat a^ Iff 
 
 Awte^-Ml^aada 
 
 Tht Plata afaaaalda 
 
 AfalOa^ ' 
 
 AmlttMl 
 
 With aa aaM b 
 
 With an aald hy««k i» a 
 
 Ad aokl baad, aad a boedHaifbow, 
 
 Aft ba«a I boHM ja oa 07 haok, 
 WMk a* lkliilff«aff la my paekt 
 Aad it «M a' ftr waat af fMT, 
 That tart aa MmI Mmi Joba^ fffcy oMMt 
 Bat ■*»« vgr biAnM, what afla y« now, 
 FM> ya haf% aalp Moagk Id plow I 
 Aad kMa and *aaa At fcr ynar tol, 
 Omm ap. My babaib >ad dlaaa fiaot. 
 
 f/ijl %Et^'$ Gctott. 
 
 Xy ladTi diak. aqr ladyn drMi>d, 
 Tka taiMT and teMy o* tht ««M t 
 Bat Um iMBlo ttat a naa loTM bMt 
 ^ 0,lhar»lkolaMtaMarhlMUMl 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 54 J 
 
 ®l)t mm m$u, 
 
 IIKht. ITKNar Scott RtnDKLi. Set to inusio by Peter Macleod.] 
 
 "When my fiocka upon the heathy hill are lying a* at rest, 
 
 And the gloamin' spreads ita mantle grey, o'er the world's dewy breast, 
 
 I'll tak' my plaid and hasten throujrh yon woody dell unseen. 
 
 And meet my bonnie lassie in the wild glen sae g^^een. 
 
 I'll meet her by the trystin' tree that's stannin* a* alane. 
 Where I have carved her name upon the little moss-grey stane, 
 There I will clasp her to my breast, and be mair blest, 1 ween. 
 Than a* that are aneath the sky, in the wild glen sae green. 
 
 My fiildln' plaid shall shield her frae the gloamin 's chilly gale, 
 The star o' eve shall mark our joy but shall not tell her tale. 
 Our simple tale o' tender love that tauld sae aft has been, 
 To my bonnie bonnie lassie in the wild glen sae green. 
 
 Oh ! I could wander earth a' owre nor care for aught o' bliss. 
 If I might share at my return a joy sae pure as this ; 
 And I could spurn a' earthly wealth, a palace and a queen, 
 For my bonnie bonnie lassie in the wild glen sae green. 
 
 •^Sie ?^aS!sitl5«jii:B '^uz. 
 
 [Writtkx by the Rev. W. HBTHRRnroTov, A. M., of Torphichen. — Tunb, ** There grows a bonuie 
 Bi-ier Bush."] 
 
 O SWEET are the blossoms o* the hawthorn tree. 
 The bonnie milky blossoms o' the hawthorn tree. 
 When the saft wastlin' wind, as it wanders ower the lea, 
 CJomes laden wi' the breath o' the hawthorn tree. 
 
 Lovely is the rose in the dewy month o' June, 
 And the lily gently bending beneath the sunny noon ; 
 But the dewy rose, nor lily fair, is half sae sweet to me, 
 As the bonnie milky blossoms o' the hawthorn tree. 
 
 O, blythe at fair and market fu' aften ha'e I been. 
 
 And wi* a crony frank and leal some happy hours I've seen ; 
 
 But the blythest hours I e'er enjoy'd were shar'd, my love, wl' thee. 
 
 In the gloamin', 'neath the bonnie bonnie hawthorn tree. 
 
 Sweetly sang the blackbird, low in the woody glen. 
 And fragi^nce sweet spread on the gale, licht ower the dewy plain; 
 But thy saft voice and sighing breath were sweeter far to me. 
 While whispering o' love beneath the hawthorn tree. 
 
542 
 
 
 V«r kaf Mr Mithgr Uaaoai 4Mk tha bftwtkara ivMi 
 
 - rHiiiii I llii. 
 
 IM^IH I liill. — I>»Mm>»<m», 
 
 • II 
 
 I# s^t toar-piff a^ltff . 
 
 rw»trff«iibytlMlbv.OMMBAtA4Ji. D.D. M to Mil* Iqr PM« 1ImM««« I 
 IMoAlMorfrallud."] 
 
 I« yav WW pip* MlHp. Mtf tor cTw / 
 
 B* IM*^ wtaB «• Mk llM «Mft vatriB Mi krir. 
 
 T» gNv ta* «v «i««ti «» Ikt iHar f 
 Titfciiirti— iTlUfMl—tlHawr itliWilii kmmwmm. 
 
 till <iilBllpM<>t — » 
 
 Marl 
 ■ I 
 
 Taatk «r Um 4artiW iMast, M|bl to thf 4aaM, 
 
 Bat *a Mi ar irCfetoMM k «li*« IB • 
 _ ^Aai<w toMB iaflB>paf^n y ifclaifc p— ^<a>Wiybtoai». 
 ▼MHtoai la Jip llMaM artara to BnaOT* 
 A»<toi U n" l tottoiMartiaftl|ytoatlilDPi l itoiai 
 ^M' 0< iiiiii,M'C 
 
 ■ ttoda— ttoaiiiHiiiia»> 
 ir ihjr aoana HMI to toW; M Ito paiai tMM kaa», 
 Ttat «to Hal af M*CMMBaa BvW faafl^ wtoa a iw 
 BMai kit Mala to Ito iMi to fe«« «aa aall 
 
 AM Ito lad toaltor Mmh fHai Mi MMHi to tto artatf, 
 Tton aar totoi pMMS flMb aai «M ton MMii an pnuMtag, 
 •MM tto aiaflB^ vH^irttoi aai tta « 
 ftoa lalM yaar «M *«a%«nrl 
 
 Bkmt fcr Mn'tonaa, M'Liai.aiii Ito Matay. 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH BONGS. 543 
 
 
 A I'm prouder o' thee by my side. 
 
 
 
 
 Though thy ruffles or ribbons be few. 
 
 
 
 raoci'^ unh mmxk^ uu^ u\ 
 
 Than if Kate o' the craft were my bride, 
 Wi' purples and pearlings enew. 
 Dear and dearest of ony, 
 
 
 
 [Joanna Baili.ib.— This admirable version of 
 
 Ye're woo'd and bookit and a'. 
 
 
 
 " Woo-d an- married an' a' " was first published 
 
 And do ye think scorn o' your Johnnie, 
 
 
 
 in Mr. George Thomson's collection of National 
 
 And grieve to be married at a'." 
 
 
 
 Melodies, and is here printed with his permis- 
 sion.] 
 
 She tum'd, and she blush'd, and she smil'd. 
 And she lookit sae bashfully down ; 
 
 
 
 
 The pride o' her heart was beguil'd, 
 
 
 
 Her hair it is snooded sae sleek. 
 
 And she play'd wi' the sleeve o' her gown j 
 
 
 
 And faithful and kind is her Johnnie, 
 
 She twirl'd the tag o' her lace. 
 
 
 
 Yet fast fa' the tears on her cheek. 
 
 And she nippet her boddice sae blue. 
 
 
 
 New pearlings are cause o' her sorrow. 
 
 Syne blinket sae sweet in his face, 
 
 
 
 New pearlings and plenishing too ; 
 
 And aff like a mawkin she flew. 
 
 
 
 The bride that has a' to borrow. 
 
 Woo'd and married and a'. 
 
 
 
 Has e'en right meikle ado. 
 
 Married and carried awa' ; 
 
 
 
 Woo'd and married and a'. 
 
 She thinks hersel' very weel aff, 
 
 
 
 Woo'd and married and a', 
 
 To be woo'd and married and a'. 
 
 
 
 And is na she very weel aff 
 
 
 
 
 To be woo'd and married and a' ? 
 
 
 
 
 Her mother then hastily spak': 
 
 ®|e %€iM n' <^mwn ^fec. 
 
 
 
 " The lassie is glaiket wi' pride; 
 
 
 
 
 In my pouches I hadna a plack 
 
 [C. J. FiNLAYSoN. — Here first printed.] 
 
 
 
 The day that I was a bride. 
 
 
 
 
 E'en tak' to your wheel and be clever. 
 
 Oh ! whar will I gae find a place 
 
 
 
 And draw out your thread in the sun ; 
 
 To close my sleepless een ; 
 
 
 
 The gear that is gifted, it never 
 
 And whar will I gae seek the peace 
 
 
 
 Will last like the gear that is won. 
 
 I witless tint yestreen ? 
 
 
 
 Woo'd an' married an' a'. 
 
 My heart that wont to dance as licht 
 
 
 
 Tocher and havings sae sma* 
 
 
 
 
 I think ye are very weel aff. 
 
 Now pines in thrall by luckless love 
 
 
 
 To be woo'd and married an' a'." 
 
 For the lass C Carron side. 
 
 
 
 " Toot, toot!" quo' the grey-headed father. 
 
 She sat the Goddess of the stream 
 
 
 
 " She's less of a bride than a bairn; 
 
 That murmur'd at her feet. 
 
 
 
 She's ta'en like a cowt frae the heather. 
 
 And aye she sung her artless sang 
 
 
 
 Wi- sense and discretion to learn. 
 
 Wi' a voice unearthly sweet; 
 
 
 
 Half husband, I trow, and half daddy. 
 
 Sae sweet,— the birds that wont to wake 
 
 
 
 As humour inconstantly leans ; 
 
 The morn wi' glee and pride, 
 
 
 
 A chiel may be constant and steady 
 
 Sat mute, to hear the witching strain 
 
 
 
 That yokes wi' a mate in her teens. 
 
 0' the lass o' Carron side. 
 
 
 
 'Kerchief to cover so neat. 
 
 
 
 
 Locks the winds used to blaw. 
 
 Sair may I rue my reckless haste. 
 
 
 
 I'm baith like to laugh and to greet, 
 
 Sair may I ban the hour. 
 
 
 
 When I think o" her married at a'." ; 
 
 That lur'd me ftrae my peacefu' cot 
 Within the Siren's power , 
 
 
 
 Then out spak' the wily bridegroom. 
 
 Oh ! had she sprung frae humble race 
 
 
 
 Weel waled were his wordies I ween , 
 
 As she's frae ane o' pride. 
 
 
 
 " I'm rich, though my coffer be toom, 
 
 I might ha'e dreed a better weird 
 
 
 
 Wi' the blinks o' your bonnie blue een ; ^ 
 
 E Wi' the lass o' Carron side. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
544 
 
 CTMKMl>ioK.-a«r*finl|«te«id^Alr -B«tDe«««rOlM.*n 
 
 Bo«r Mrif I «oe^ <1M»-IM« 4Mtr 1 1"^ «k«»- 
 Bow mrMl wM tky volM, M« W» iMii^ Ikgr M**! 
 
 Tlwiay t«H to M tkM-Uw yiM t» W «l* Ikaa— 
 I Mm ■»• MMnitar. Mi rffh •■ Ik* •Mkb 
 
 I (Mid «■ ttgr kMKV. aBi ** ikliiff akMt Um 
 flMB^i too Mr te Mrtk. M I b«it at tlv iMB* t 
 
 ■b vowB, vm tof tntk b* tof|«t IV tkM a* ^ 
 
 Not t))f Kl»iR on tii Ittf . 
 
 'T III III Imiblliii ft<M m OMttoM^ tf Ch* aolkor, l»n MMUMStAO. A^^ Abi 
 •ad !• IMM priBttd te tko inl Itei.] 
 
 Jlor «te aMB «■ tta lakt. or tk* *«» «■ dto Amo, 
 Ctoi a8H«HO «lik «lw atoafM ar Ik* atoM I oiant 
 Itat aa «>Mto la tfto Mor aOk tkot •»«• ow Ika pal, 
 Ovika aaav Italia liwww^ ftaa U» taogka «r «to aatok 
 
 Tka laika ar Biy idr aM vitfoadMMir lowi 
 Bar akaaki kaoa Ika Mot «ha Ikaaaato «kv^, 
 WlMB Ik^ tlMlw tallk «a«a ao ika toaraliV af Map. 
 
 Aa *a pknal af TaMs «kat gkaato o^ tta fnaaii 
 Bit M at la W i n a | toa oHk ay>alia>laaai 
 
 a ■MOB, wkaa Ika atoM aio badkaan^l aMk ki 
 
 Tha BHvlB aad kit. wkmlkip vaiaava «w «•«■, 
 Maka • akacw aTiflv to laaaoBd ttiaack Ika lao« I 
 BiallkaBM««aiilBaalaM{ Ika Ink airlvaa Ib aaki. 
 
 kBaOatllr 
 IB^ as Ika aarflM ar aif IBM. 
 
SCOTTISH BONGS. 
 
 546 
 
 [The House of Airly is thus described in the 
 old Statistical Account of Scotland : " Airly castle, 
 •which gave title to Ogilvy, Earl of Airly, is situated 
 on the north-west corner of this parish (Airly in 
 Forfarshire), at the conflux of the Melgin and 
 Isla. It is built on a promontory formed by these 
 two rivers, and elevated above their bed more 
 than one hundred feet. It has been a very large 
 and strong fortress, seemingly inaccessible on 
 every side but the south, on which it has been 
 secured by a ditch and a draw-bridge, perhaps 
 thirty feet wide, and a wall (the front of the 
 castle) ten feet thick and thirty-five feet high." 
 —During the great civil war of the seventeenth 
 century, the house of Ogilvie adhered firmly to 
 the royal cause ; and in July 1640, the castles of 
 the Earl of Airly were plundered and burnt by 
 the Covenanting party (then dominant,) while 
 the Earl himself was absent in England. Mon- 
 trose, who did not desert the party of the Cove- 
 nanters till the year 1641, was first sent to attack 
 the house of A irly, and afterwards Argyle was sent. 
 Spa' ding gives the following account of the oc- 
 currences upon which this song is founded. — 
 " The Earl of Airly went from home to England, 
 fearing the troubles of the land, and that he should 
 be pressed to subscribe the Covenant, whether he 
 would or not, whilk by fleeing the land he resolved 
 to eschew as well as he could, and left his eldest 
 son, the Lord Ogilvie, a brave young nobleman, 
 behind him at home. The estates or tables hear- 
 ing of his departure, directed the Earls of Mon- 
 trose and Kinghorn to go to the place of Airly, and 
 to take in the same, and for that effect to carry car- 
 tows Lcannonj with them; who went and sum- 
 moned the Lord Ogilvie to render the house, (being 
 an impregnable strength by nature, well manned 
 with all sort of munition and provision neces- 
 sary,) who answered, his father was absent, and 
 he left no such commission with hhn as to render 
 his house to any subjects, and that he would de- 
 fend the samen to his power, till his father re- 
 turned from England. There were some shots 
 shot the house, and same from the house ; but the 
 assailants finding the place unwinnable, by na- 
 ture of great strength, without great skaith, left 
 the place witliout meikle loss on either side ; then 1 1 
 departed therefrae in June. Now the committee [ | 
 of estates flDding no contentment in this expedi-*,^ 
 
 tion, and hearing how their friends of the name 
 of Forbes, and others in the country, were daily 
 Injured and opprest by Higliland lymmers, broken 
 out of Lochaber, Clangregor out of Brae of Athol, 
 Brae of Mar, and divers other places, therefore 
 they gave order to the Earl of Argyle to raise men 
 out of his own country, and first to go to Airly 
 and Furtour, two of the Earl of Airlys principcd 
 houses, and to take in and destroy the same, and 
 next to go upon thir lymmers and punish thenj; 
 likeas, conform to his order, he raises an army of 
 about five thousand men, and marches towards 
 Airly ; but the Lord Ogilvie hearing of his com- 
 ing with such irresistible force, resolves to flee 
 and leave the house manless ; and so for their own 
 safety they wisely fled; but Argyle most cruelly 
 and inhumanely enters the house of Airly, and 
 beats the same to the ground, and right sua he 
 does to Furtour, syne spoiled all within both 
 houses, and such as could not be carried (away,) 
 they masterfully brake down and destroyed."— 
 There are different readings of this old song. 
 John Finlay was the first to rescue it from oral 
 tradition, and we here follow his version.] 
 
 It fell on a day, and a bonnie summer day. 
 When the corn grew green and yellow. 
 
 That there fell out a great dispute 
 Between Argyle and Airly. 
 
 The Duke o' Montrose has vmtten to Argyle 
 
 To come in the morning early. 
 An' lead in his men, by the back o' Dunkeld, 
 
 To plunder the bonnie house o' Airly. 
 
 The lady look'd o'er her window sae hie. 
 
 And oh ! but she look'd weary, 
 And there she espied the great Argyle 
 
 Come to plunder the bonnie house o' Airly. 
 
 "Comedown, come down. Lady Margaret," lu) 
 " Come down and kiss me fairly, [snya, 
 
 Or before the morning clear day light, 
 I'll no leave a standing staue in Airly." 
 
 " I wadna kiss thee, great Argyle, 
 
 I wadna kiss thee fairly, 
 I wadna kiss thee, great Argyle, [Airly *• 
 
 Gin you shouldna leave a standing stane in 
 
 He has ta'en her by the middle sae ema". 
 Says, " Lady, where is your drury ?' 
 
 " It's up and down the bonnie burn side, 
 Araang the planting of Airly." 
 2 M 
 
546 
 
 Tlwy ■oagM M ap, Ihiy ««fht It dowa, 
 
 Thijr loafla It lata aa4 aarly, 
 ikod Ibaad H IB tka boula balm-tfaa, 
 
 B «' Alrij. 
 
 Ba has la^ IMT ky tha Ml •kaaMKT, 
 
 ▲•4 «k I bat tk* gfBt Mirljr, 
 Aad ltd IMT tfowB to yan grata tmA 
 
 A •atlM^4tarW»d.ya«vJtaa«,klrl 
 Oa tnmblli^ tttteg, or vvtaTalr, 
 
 ** O I Hi I ka-^ taaM kmw ttM," *a «|% 
 **AadtlwyBBintttaa^awrfcHitilihi, 
 
 Aad althai«ii I bad at away aHa^ 
 1 wad gl>i that a* l» Ghartlth 
 
 ** Bat flB aijr (ood kwd had Ima at haat. 
 
 At thit Bifht ka li wl- OMrtlt. 
 rhmm daf«t aa a QuapMl ta a' tlM watt 
 
 Ha'a plaadOT^ tkt beaalt koaaa a^ Airty." 
 
 9L Slojif 'bull. 
 
 Iff arrraa bf Bvaaa la W, la aMa| 
 llM da^ktv af kk MMd WUHi 
 tM or tka BiiHifi «r tka lUfk dtkaal, Kdte< 
 bafgk. Ml« OraUHkaak vaa tka ** faiy yoatv 
 lady" ta wkaai tka paat aidMnd tka Haaiw ba- 
 
 aampoiid If •■ Davttk a baltktr paat.** Ikat It. 
 DavM MUtr. fvka dttd at Ifvlaa la UMi It It 
 
 Ibawk, 
 ■aa ftally boat to tkaniy kUlb, 
 
 All aa a dawy aialaj 
 Sra twka tka ikadat V dawa ara ltd, 
 la a* IttattaMoa gloiy ijaiad 
 Aad diaoplii« ritk tkt dtary ktad. 
 
 It tiMBtt tkt tatlir aMfalat. 
 
 A Uttia Uaaat kiadly plat^ 
 Tktdawttekmyoaktrbitt 
 
 ■ha aooa itoU M kar tMdor biaad, 
 Tka prtda, tka plwaita •• tkt atwd, 
 AaMBf tka ftaak giaaa Itavat btdaar'd, 
 Awakt tkt aai^ aMralag. 
 
 Ttetttnditf^aartya 
 
 Tkat aanft^l tky aarly mmr^i^ 
 
 S|^* tof ne'er $bQult mttU 
 
 (I»vaA&a M aaaab] 
 
 Tat, lifb «a aaw agaki akaaM ■ 
 Bymafl 
 
 For afar, aad aloaa. tar Ikaal 
 fbr wka waaU kM obOvloa laO, 
 
 Tkta, tkaafk tka kaad aTdkAMtt fli^ 
 Laaf Aadaaa taut llv iMBttk Md ■ 
 
 tkattoraCkapakMMt, 
 
 Aad 
 Tat 
 
 A (lavy 1 aaa ai^w ftmttl 
 
 tTiMii^wia i > iiilkil 
 
 iimit.aaditillibii It la tkt I 
 pitdatthia oT ika patTk OObtit ] 
 afar. a^a. tkat tkr vantt aaat iifaltr la Aya* 
 akiat laac bttaa kH bMUMV «■§ kara.] 
 
 Aal waaaaaadttagaaawralaglaiL 
 
 I kaaid a aiairy ptaagkawa ata a aaat l y It alan 
 
 Tkaknr^oafcla tka i 
 
 Aadwrtkaanatiyp 
 
 ilaci 
 ^ t Aadrta%iitakrUaatata takaraial baab ^ala 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. g^*;- 
 
 
 ^ Though I were doom'd to wander on. 
 
 
 
 
 Btyond the sea, beyond the sun. 
 
 
 
 €), Im2u 1 m ^muu^n^. 
 
 Till my last weary sand was run. 
 Till then— and then I'U love thee. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 iy on settling at EUisland, in honour of his wife. 
 
 
 
 
 and as a welcome to her to the new establishment 
 
 
 
 
 there. It is sung to a plaintive tune by Oswald, 
 
 
 
 
 called '* My love is lost to rae." The Rev. Hamil- 
 
 ^ miU ci' img Rin. 
 
 
 
 ton Paul, in his edition of the poet's works, (Ayr, 
 
 
 
 1820,) speaks with rapture of the song. " There 
 
 
 
 
 is nothing," he says, " in the whole circle of lyric 
 
 [Robert "Whiti-ky of Biggar in Lanarkshire.] 
 
 
 
 poetry, ancient or modern, to be named with it. 
 
 
 
 
 It bids defiance to comparison." He then quotes 
 
 Frak Clyde to the banks o* sweet Earn 
 
 
 
 the following lines : 
 
 I've travell'd fu' mony a mile; 
 
 
 
 " I see thee dancing ower the green, 
 
 But thoughts o' my dearest lass Ailie 
 
 
 
 Thy waist sae jimp, thy limbs sae clean. 
 
 The wearisome hours did beguile. 
 
 
 
 Thy tempting lips, thy roguish een — 
 
 The happy wae night that we parted. 
 
 
 
 By heaven and earth, I love thee!" 
 
 She vow'd she wad constant remain: 
 
 
 
 " This," continues the reverend critic, " is what 
 
 My heart-strings a' dirl'd wi' fondness; 
 
 
 
 may be called the paroxysm of desire. He draws 
 
 I kiss'd and I kiss'd her again. 
 
 
 
 the picture from nature,— he becomes enamour- 
 
 
 
 
 ed,— he forgets himself,— he pants for breath. 
 
 'Tie not that her cheeks are like roses. 
 
 
 
 —he is unable to continue the description,- and 
 
 Nor yet for her dark-rowing e'e ; 
 
 
 
 he gives utterance to his feelings in an oath— 
 
 •Tis not for her sweet comely features; 
 
 
 
 " By heaven and earth, I love thee !" 
 
 These charms are a* naething to me. 
 
 
 
 It may be added, that Mrs. Burns excelled in the 
 
 The storms o' this life may soon blast them, \ 
 
 
 
 accomplishment of dancing, and was remarkable. 
 
 Or sickness may snatch them away. 
 
 
 
 if not for regular beauty, at least for the exquisite 
 
 But virtue, when fix'd in the bosom. 
 
 
 
 symmetry of her person.] 
 
 Will flourish and never decay. 
 
 
 
 0, WEKE I on Parnassus Hill, 
 
 Nae langer I'll spend a* my siller; 
 
 
 
 And had of Helicon my fill. 
 
 Nae langer I'll now lie my lane; 
 
 
 
 That I might catch poetic skill. 
 
 Nae lanuer I'll hunt after lasses; 
 
 
 
 To sing how dear 1 love thee ! 
 
 I'll soon ha'e a wife o' my ain. 
 
 
 
 But Nith maun be my Muse's well. 
 
 For mony a wild foot have I wander'd. 
 
 
 
 My muse maun be thy bonnie sell. 
 
 An* mony a night spent in vain. 
 
 
 
 On Corsincon I'll glowr and spell. 
 
 Wi' drinking, and dancing, and courting j 
 
 
 
 And write how dear I love thee. 
 
 But I'll soon ha'e a wife o' my ain. 
 
 
 
 Then come, sweet Muse, Inspire my lay; 
 
 Her mother's aye roaring and fly ting: 
 
 
 
 For, a' the lee-lang simmer's day. 
 
 " I rede ye, tak' tent o' that chiel; 
 
 
 
 I couldna sing, I couldna say. 
 
 He'll no be that canny to leeve wi' ; 
 
 
 
 How much, how dear I love thee. 
 
 He'll ne'er be like douce Gteordie Steele. 
 
 
 
 I see thee dancing ower the green. 
 
 He's courtit far ower mony lasses ; 
 
 
 
 Thy waist sae jimp, thy limbs sae clean. 
 
 To slight them he thinks it gude fun ; 
 
 
 
 Thy tempting lips, thy roguish een— 
 
 ' He'll mak* but a sober half-marrow ; 
 
 
 
 By heaven and earth, I love thee I 
 
 Ye'd best rue before ye be bun'." 
 
 
 
 By night, by day— a-fleld, at hame — 
 
 Though Geordie be laird o' a housie, 
 
 
 
 The thoughts of the'^ my breast inflame I 
 
 And brags o' his kye and his pelf. 
 
 
 
 And aye I muse and sing thy name— 
 
 And warld's gear 1 be richt scant o" ; 
 
 
 
 I only live to love thee. ^ 
 
 } A fig for't as lang's I've my health ! 
 
 
 
 
 
54S 
 
 WIMM I flrt ft «l* or ay a 
 
 BMIfiiMaiyAlBtp 
 
 
 lila 
 
 Vcr fH fer M MfaMM lit Mowa 
 ▲wft* malfM to MM MlMT kwii^ 
 
 Wlthoirt km o^ ttoM 1 «m Ma, 
 Aad rfMw to tlM iMMi I'M wu%Um 
 
 VftlMi tlMgr^ M WflUflt M 1. 
 
 I^omiif Irejtlq;. 
 
 [WMTTgr by Boww !■ bwiofti «r Via Lirfty 
 MBIa of Aynhlfo, ftl to i o ai ^i Mn^ 
 
 tBMflf'TtoOoUlOTliBoofttoLairto." TWpnt, 
 hi ftloMw to Mn I>wdap4ftto< Aotwl, mi. ilMo 
 4tmrt.hmVI»mmmm 
 
 Uam of toyowl o« w ii ll i i tlw odwr iiy irt» 
 M^ U^ ayPte, |Of oiljlit iw. Mr.Bftmw, 
 with hit modBftghtonw iii wiiiilil Ir Mr. B. 
 
 Cf P., IM lllI IhH Og h P —l ft iM ft »W<>|0 to, 
 
 eo thilr owyto Til i ft i, <iito>tho h BBOo r of 
 •ftlMiv Oft Ml OB wM* I toik ftiy hont « 
 
 wp ift M tftom fcwtoM or Mmb adha, ■•4 
 tfteoia^ipMitthodaywtihlhMu TirMftheot 
 BtaM, I thiak. whm t Ml Um 
 
 I iiiiini-|r tiM MIoartef baUid.'*] 
 
 O,o*wyob 
 
 TO iVTMd hOT 00Dqa« 
 To Mt bar li to toft her, 
 
 aharwhfttAol^ 
 
 ^S lobf Af% lilt a la^ir. 
 
 Aa'htototL 
 
 0>>«fltob0. 
 
 Wbas lh% tht tooiati 
 
 laortoBiyyrt. 
 
 m^NftfUrlMiitFH. 
 
 Aa' riptt or wraaff, 
 lio It ba lane, 
 tni bffag bar to a parity fit. 
 
 l-to>aaleot o' what bltaaat bar. 
 
 T%a oavy brtaot that bhBM bar, 
 
 Tha lowtty bada 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS, 
 
 549 
 
 Then to meet my lassie yet, 
 Up in yon glen sac grassy yet; 
 For all I see 
 Are nought to me. 
 Save her that's but a lassie yet I 
 
 iPeggg, 
 
 [The heroine of this song was a young girl re- 
 siding in Kirkoswald, with whom Burns got 
 acquainted while attending a school there, in his 
 eighteenth or nineteenth summer, with the view 
 of learning mensuration, surveying, dialling, &c. 
 His own account of the matter is as follows : " 1 
 went on with a high hand with my geometry till 
 the sun entered Virgo, a month which is always a 
 carnival in my bosom, when a churming Jillette, 
 who lived next door to the school, overset my 
 trigonometry, and set me off at a tangent from 
 the sphere of my studies. I, however, struggled 
 on with my sines and co-sines for a few days 
 more ; but stepping into the garden one charm- 
 ing noon to take the sun's altitude, there I met 
 my angel, 
 
 * Like Proserpine gathering flowers. 
 Herself a fairer flower.' — 
 It was in vain to think of doing any more good 
 at school. The remaining week I staid I did 
 nothing but craze the faculties of my soul about 
 her, or steal out to meet her; and the two last 
 nights of my stay in the country, had sleep been a 
 mortal sin, the image of this modest and inno- 
 cent girl had kept me guiltless." — It may be 
 thought prosaic to add, after this high-flown 
 description, that the name of the " charming 
 JiUelte" was Peggy Thomson, and that she after- 
 wards became Mrs. Neilson, and long lived in the 
 town of Ayr, where her children still reside. — 
 The song is one of Burns's very early ones, and 
 appears in the first edition of his poems printed 
 at Kilmarnock in 1786, with the title of " Song 
 composed in August." It is sung to the tune of 
 " I had a horse, I had nae mair," and has also 
 been adapted to an old air called " When the 
 king came o'er the water."] 
 
 Now westlin' winds and slaughtering guns 
 Bring autumn's pleasant weather; 
 
 The muircock springs on whirring wings, 
 Amang the blooming heather. 
 
 Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain. 
 
 Delights the weary farmer; 
 And the moon shines bright when I rove at 
 night. 
 
 To mube upon my charmer. 
 
 The partridge loves the fruitful fells ; 
 
 The plover loves the mountains; 
 The woodcock haunts the lonely dells. 
 
 The soaring hern the fountains. 
 Through lofty groves the cushat roves. 
 
 The path of man to shun it; 
 The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush. 
 
 The spreading thorn the linnet. 
 
 Thus every kind their pleasure find. 
 
 The savage and the tender ; 
 Some social join, and leagues combine, 
 
 Some solitary wander: 
 Avaunt, away I the cruel sway. 
 
 Tyrannic man's dominion; 
 The sportman's joy, the murdering cry. 
 
 The fluttering, gory pinion. 
 
 But, Peggy dear, the evening's clear. 
 
 Thick flies the skimming swallow ; 
 The sky is blue, the fields in view. 
 
 All fading green and yellow : 
 Come let us stray our gladsome way. 
 
 And view the charms o' nature. 
 The rustling corn, the fruited thorn. 
 
 And every happy creature. 
 
 We'll gently walk and sweetly talk. 
 
 Till the silent moon shine clearly ; 
 I'll grasp thy waist, and fondly press't. 
 
 And swear I love thee dearly. 
 Not vernal showers to budding flowers. 
 
 Not autumn to the farmer. 
 So dear can be as thou to me. 
 
 My fair, my lovely charmer I 
 
 €&korag fomtieii:*^ mm^ again. 
 
 [Jamks Aitchison, printer, Edinburgh.— Tune, 
 " Gloomy winter's now awa'."] 
 
 Gloomy winter's come again ; 
 Heavy fii's the sleet and rain ; 
 Flaky snaw decks white the plain, 
 Whare nature bloom'd sae cheerie, O. 
 
550 
 
 H««7 »ot anMniiMiiiulM d»n, 
 OlMlag ■rm «Mh eryatal rUI : 
 
 M J Mr yM MthlM Mary. O. 
 I taM^ fM* aMit tfarittat ««y, 
 
 MylMi 
 
 Thta 
 
 Tht bM«a ite llm'Nm tkMi«li i 
 
 Tta* tn«, Ibmakto ky tktir budib 
 
 ▲f* «mblHM o' ■»/ lUfj, O. 
 
 4 iMt«v«iiy*arWitf]p 
 
 Tm«1m Ma«t Um bwna rocki. 
 Blqrltetagteaooka, 
 
 Joy «■ •BftklH ilrf M OMR, 
 
 ValM I'M Mm« »I' Mary, a 
 
 liMliMi lBi» all ««r HiHiiwh wnwUM 
 
 I iMilMlM, kOllllB «««§ M« 
 
 •eaqwMi by Dr. Maartar •!«««, and paMkfeai 
 to Botarra ** CiH«p< ar Ma^Uk MaraM^" to 
 Vm, aaAaftomwit adg p n* lyOawaM to U* 
 PodiatOwpMdaB. 07411) Ttoaa«ciiMMto 
 ka«a toM aiUtoa W Dr. Jaaa BmAmMW, mm of 
 Blitoiy Hnailiy. aa«. aoMMMtofl that II li Ik* 
 H ata m oaafaa iri^ ii M a.ltoawafywfcot- 
 h pNUy aataiality wHiliil. 
 
 8wB8T Aaak fra* tb* ■ 
 
 WlHar ioaky apMha tiM ««Ml<« Ma. 
 ▲h I wtoi ma bMp tlMlr hatrt at kama, 
 
 WlM iaekTi tawd abaa* tlM IM* I 
 yu aff to ilatont toad* h* caafi I 
 
 T«t m b* tTMb •• Im has h«M I 
 Ana whaa Uk kM ateai htm «hraa«B, 
 
 ito11lhtaka«Auili«totMthAi*alaf ^ Jay lid art* Ma wte itoifi 
 
 Aad Bait a toi« ar ««M« WM iTih 
 Wkat llM^ Mf iariqrfe te^Mm*. 
 I«HH< ■» aai «a«a «k9 avwMaa aata* 
 
 I'D toap ay kwt Maiter «iv. 
 
 VaaaMrir.i 
 
 Aa< toMy «Ml yaar ylpa a««pi 
 My Joaky «a« to Inablii irir. 
 
 To aw kh Masfi Mi toaa totov* 
 Fora'yaaraasfia 
 
 WkOaJaakTiat 
 My haart to Ma akaB Urn VMaato 
 
 !•■ toa» It fcr ay aaMtoBtla. 
 
 Aad gar yaar «a«« to aatoi aai alia I 
 
 Tatkawtttoawtoa 
 
 tH toap ay toart aaaltoa ^ 
 
 ■aaa Jaafey aay ^ato to a 
 
 **%tmrmt tn 3k«{t. 
 
 tWarrraa %f Amm 
 
 I tlM daatk afa yaaag faMlMHa wito laa laal 
 
 Mttoaaaalaflfatoatf ~ ~ 
 
 ftowanartteFaaa 
 
 r by te «aa ay laadi to aa. 
 
 Whaa Ika fria tgrnut, by ktal daaa, 
 b'd aff ay toaa at a, aiy «hato an 
 
 Wka aw ilOTpa to daath *aaatk ilM daik raO- 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS 
 
 551 
 
 Kae mair in the gloamln' I'll gaylle be roamin'. 
 
 To meet wi' my darling beneath the haw tree. 
 
 Where kindly he'd press me, and fondly caress 
 
 My heart's still wi' him, though he's cauld in 
 the sea. 
 
 Vain are life's pleasures, its beauties and trea- 
 bures — 
 
 Sweet spring the gowans adorning the lea: 
 Winter comes blasting, no longer they're lasting. 
 
 But nipt in the bloom like my Jamie frae me. 
 
 Waukin' or sleeping I'm mourning and weeping; 
 
 Thinking on Jamie tears gush frae my e'e ; 
 Pleasure forsakes me, and sorrow o'ertakes me j 
 
 Death now alone my consoler must be. 
 
 [Written by Burns for Johnson's Museum to 
 the tune of " You're welcome, Charlie Stewart." 
 This tune was originally called " Miss Stewart's 
 Tieel," but about the middle of the last century a 
 Jacobite song was written to it, beginning as 
 above, from which it received its new name. 
 The Jacobite song is scarcely worth giving. Mr. 
 Robert Chambers says, that he was informed that 
 the heroine of this song was so far reduced in her 
 eircumstances, as to be obliged in her old age to 
 support herself by washing clothes. In 1838, she 
 resided in the borough of Maxwelton, Dumfries.] 
 
 O I.OVHI-Y Polly Stewart ! 
 
 charming Polly Stewart ! 
 There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May, 
 That's half so fair as thou art. 
 The flower that blaws, it fades, it fa's. 
 
 And art can ne'er renew it; 
 But worth and truth eternal youth 
 Will gi'e to Polly Stewart. 
 
 May he, whase arms shall fauld thy charms. 
 
 Possess a leal and true heart ; 
 
 To him be given to ken the heaven 
 
 He grasps in Polly Stewart ! 
 
 O lovely Polly Stewart ! 
 
 O charming Polly Stewart ! 
 There'sne'eraflower that blooms in Jlay, 
 That's half so fair as thou art. 
 
 [It Is said that Burns wrote this charming lit- 
 tle song on a real incident. A young girl, pos- 
 sessed of some property which would be at her own 
 disposal when she attained majority, was urged 
 by her relations to accept an old and wealthy 
 suitor. This she refused, as her affections were 
 already placed on one whose youth, if not worldly 
 circumstances, was more in accordance with hcT 
 own — and the song is supposed to express her own 
 feelings on the subject to her favoured lover, and 
 particularly the ardent desu« she entertained to 
 reach that age when she would be mistress of 
 herself, and able to prove the sincerity of her 
 attachment. The song is sung to a lively old 
 tune called " The Moudiewort."] 
 
 And oh, for ane-and -twenty, Tam ' 
 And hey, for ane-and-twenty, Tam! 
 
 I'll learn my kin a rattlin' sang. 
 Gin I saw ane-and-twenty, Tam. 
 
 They snool me sair, and haud me down. 
 And gar me look like bluntie, Tam ; 
 
 But three short years will soon wheel roun'. 
 And then comes ane-and-twenty, Tam. 
 
 A gleib o' Ian', a claut o' gear, 
 
 Were left me by my auntie, Tam; 
 
 At kith and kin I needna speir, 
 Gin I saw ane-and-twenty, Tam. 
 
 They'll ha'e me wed a wealthy coof. 
 Though I mysel' ha'e plenty, Tam; 
 
 But hear'st thou, laddie ? — there's mylufe,— 
 I'm thine at ane-and-twenty, Tam ! 
 
 HEJuen 0je turn* hm» 
 
 [Improvrd by Bums for Johnson's Museum 
 ftrom an old but somewhat indelicate ditty. The 
 tune is now more generally known by the name 
 of " The Laird o' Cockpen."] 
 
 O WHEN she cam' ben she bobbit fti' law, 
 O when she cam' ben she bobbit fu' law, 
 And when she cam' ben, she kiss'il Cockpen, 
 ^ And syne she denied that she did it at a'. 
 
553 
 
 AndwM 
 
 And wMM OaekpM riiht HMHT witlM', 
 In loivlat lk« tfoditar «ra kiH, 
 And kliriM A mOIw kMri* an' »• ? 
 
 O BMvrlpck 4ov, nqr iMrit. at «*. 
 
 O i w» w look tan, my taailt, at a% 
 
 Thy KfH af« M awMt, and Ikgr afw* «HWlM^ 
 
 ▲a Ika la«l dam* to cMlto ar ks*. 
 
 TiMigli thea te% aaa rift aiii iMlaiii M* Ma*. 
 Thoafb Uhm ha** aa^ tOk and iMOairf aa « 
 Tkjr «aat and thy Mfk aia tky ■>■ k 
 Aad &a4y i«aa waa aavaraM k 
 
 »«tte. 
 
 fBr Jomr SoMAt, fci » «l j af TaM^ ao 
 Maatnal.] 
 
 Oa i Ml M MM llMl tkli h kaaw^ 
 
 It b aa* kasM to mmi 
 Ilk tklof la ftvMtt ta av kMrt, 
 
 ▲«'«Ma«»Bya^ 
 
 ir I aaaM «a Ika kanii tawaa 
 
 OalkaaMykaawai 
 Aa'tkawklaalaa' l kili n aiiafrti^ 
 
 If I aoald «• dM VfftM«» Mm 
 la BMoy a kaaal ■!••« 
 
 ir I aaidd Ma tkt flMnOiW aHi 
 
 OUat owia tkt dawy aora, 
 WMa a tkaaMTlwPwaahB la Ik 
 
 If I aeold m^ tbt co«aa if mi 
 
 Iti ««t Aow«n oa th* tea, 
 AB'ttehMtharbhnwea tkaaaaalBki 
 
 And tkt Ivy aHiak Ika tra« 
 
 If I eoaM «• tka naay khk-yavd, 
 Whar aqr Mm^ Mt tld* by ridoi 
 And tklak Ikal I aoaM kiy ay baa« 
 ' awkaBldbd^ 
 
 AadiUdlyloaaBddM. 
 Var ft*l tkia «aM at ay karr* aaa. 
 My aaliv* iMd, ferlkak 
 
 Vbi ^ing dsl*< Wig. 
 
 (W. B. Mj u tmi am , U tm tat yrtalad.] 
 
 TaftOlaa^aafiii liad 
 Abeaa ay baaoa. Uly lilr. 
 
 My >aai% mf im ikai k i. Iiiaa rtl t~ 
 T« »wa«v aa^i Molatfy. 
 
 Tky yarti a* ka>B dnfpnt aaav I 
 
 tey*. 
 
 b4 yawkaMaita^ladaak 
 
 I fa to Oai% appakMid aft. 
 Ta taka aif aal, M* riap af riap I 
 
 Aar «kaa Bw vMaaa ria aa aa, 
 Aad llfc-s dafk watef^ falkmd la, 
 
 W kad aa 1 ttaBl tr 
 Otwak,Bm iiHitiHyda. 
 
 fkraarfl, lOTarfl. «baa daar laa'd U«kt >~ 
 
 Ok. kika ay kaa4-ak. kla ay baa»- 
 
 T» palB «a partlac )— M aa la 
 U faaa la ay a p fo lat ad riit p I 
 
 Tfcrif kiigailia nkiaiaflaat 
 Aa* aaw I fy wtik glaldM« «lM 
 ^ T^aaatikMkiikaaa 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS, 553 
 
 ®Jie EanI? of €zkt^. 
 
 [William Knox, the author of this patriotic effusion, which is here printed for the first 
 time, was born on the 17th of August, 17S9, at Frith, in the parish of Lilliesleaf, Roxburgh- 
 shire; he died on the 12th November, 1S25, at No. 9, Navy Street, Leithwallt, Edinburgh, in the 
 36th year of his age. Knox early evinced a passion for poetry, and during the latter part of his life 
 gave to the world many separate publications, which have been much esteemed. The first was 
 " The Lonely Hearth; and other Poems," published in North Shields in 1818. He successively pub- 
 lished in Edinburgh " The Songs of Israel," " The Harp of Zion," and several other productions in 
 prose and verse; and contributed many articles to " The Edinburgh Magazine." In Volume XV. 
 of that work, for the year 1824, he contributed a series of papers under the title of " Wallts in 
 Edinburgh, by Dick Peppermint," which the late Dr. Robert Anderson, who thought highly of his 
 abilities, declared were well worthy of separate publication. Knox was a kind and affectionate son, 
 and a most agreealjle companion; and his writings will obtain for him a respectable position among 
 the minor poets of our country.] 
 
 O BRAVE Caledonians, my brothei*s, my friends. 
 Now sorrow is borne on the wings of the winds. 
 Care sleeps witli the sun in the seas of the west. 
 And courage is lull'd in the warrior's breast : 
 Here social pleasure enlivens each heart. 
 And friendship is ready its warmth to impart. 
 The goblet is fill'd, and each worn-one partakes. 
 To drink plenty and peace to the dear Land of Cakes. 
 
 Though the Bourbon may boast of his vine-cover'd hills. — 
 Through each bosom the tide of depravity thrills ; 
 Though the Indian may sit in his green orange bowers,— 
 There slavery's wail counts the weariesome hours : 
 Though our island is beat by the storms of the north, — 
 There blaze the bright meteors of valour and worth; 
 There the loveliest rose-bud of beauty awakes 
 From that cradle of virtue — the dear Land of Cakes. 
 
 O valour ! thou guardian of freedom and truth. 
 Thou stay of old age and thou guidance of youth. 
 Still, still thy enthusiast transports pervade 
 The breast that is wrapt in the green tartan plaid 
 And ours are the shoulders that never shall bend 
 To the rod of a tyrant, that scourge of a land, — 
 Ours the bosoms no terror of death ever shakes. 
 When called in defence of the dear Land of Cakes i 
 
 Shall the ghosts of our fathers, aloft on each cloud- 
 When the rage of the battle is dreadful and loud — 
 See us shrink from our standard with fear and dismay. 
 And leave to our foemen the pride of the day ? 
 No ; by heavens ! we will stand to our honour and truefc, 
 Till our hearts-blood be shed on our ancestors' dust; — 
 Till we sink to the slumber no war-trumpet breaks. 
 Beneath the brown heatli of the dear Laud of Cukee. 
 
«M 
 
 IW Um kad whm tW FTMid tkMt nlM lli kMil 
 O |«M* to tk» aib« ar ik«» tw« « M>«li 
 U A liMd Awdoa iwidm Ikt taMi «r dw «v* I 
 Tkn«k tMr llMi M* «ttta|iriik^ tMriVMt MMJii^ 
 ikai •••lli la «Mlr UMi ttal Ml MM !• Mr «ilMi* 
 BtH lfc ili liii i li iii i liiM n aMrMiiii n yiw 
 fw liM iMMw m4 «Mi ar *• 4HV iMi «r OMM 
 
 T«mMaraM8ca«i»t f M iwairfiyfcMrt. 
 
 V«r «^ Ami Mr taw ca «Mb vlvtary awtni^i. 
 AM liM halB arMMpMriM It povri te kh 
 Aii4 MM to Mr Mms W kMMly 4Mr, 
 
 Mr tovto m4 Mr MM^iUpi ill 
 
 rfcilll >— MifcBilMlMlrfCkiM 
 
 aDr^pairimg ^fttrs. 
 
 CTAiwi>«nK. IM to nmtt ty ■. A. 
 Mi> Britl M H r n ii | i m o 
 
 •mmt MV MrfH tal M^kt I te't ■ 
 
 OtaM la Um ffrm«» Um my iMtffft M^ IM 
 Kalan Mm «Md ilaM tor iaato k ti 
 
 ** TMi 'taRMif hr fava MM, • tiaa totoT* 
 
 DMr, *ar to M* toM tiM gift ta lO* aUto I 
 I Mart aMr aif iMart. tort «M» Mto toaft h 
 a«pa iM wMb JaMte, m4 MIM to toMki 
 w III* Mwa to «k» «nMt^, 
 IB^ 1 avak* to tka M«at 
 It «« aiy dayi a* la MMtt ii>l«tog. 
 
 " Oft ka«a M iiBBilwiinwfl MitoHMal* 
 TtUlat oar lavH •atoll tka aMM-a rftaM kMa^ 
 
 •waat wna oar aMMlavi af k 
 
 Bat IM aia tkwej^a likt I 
 
 QnMl naiMliiaato, to pHy • 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 555 
 
 
 m a' m airt^. 
 
 By fountain, shaw, or green. 
 Nor yet a bonnie bird that sings. 
 
 
 
 [This very beautiful song was at one time po- 
 
 But minds me 0' my Jean. 
 
 
 
 pular ail over the country, and though not now 
 
 
 
 
 so frequently to be heard, it is still a general 
 
 TTpon the banks o' flowing Clyde 
 
 
 
 favourite.— Burns wrote the first two verses of it 
 
 The lasses busk them braw ; 
 
 
 
 in the summer of 1788, just when he had taken 
 
 But when their best they ha'e put on. 
 
 
 
 possession of the farm of EUisland, in Dumfries- 
 
 My Jeanie dings them a' ; 
 
 
 
 shire, and was overseeing the erection of new 
 
 In hamely weeds she far exceeds 
 
 
 
 farm-house and offices, previous to the reception 
 
 The fairest 0' the town ; 
 
 
 
 of Jean Armour as his legalized wife. During 
 
 Baith sage and gay confess it sae. 
 
 
 
 this period, which he calls his " honeymoon," he 
 
 Though drest in russet gown. 
 
 
 
 seems to have entertained the fondest affection 
 
 
 
 
 and highest admiration for his " bonnie Jean," 
 
 The gamesome lamb, that sucks its dam. 
 
 
 
 and to have contemplated with rapture the pros- 
 
 Mair harmless canna be ; 
 
 
 
 pect of being at last enabled to place her in hon- 
 
 She has nae faut, if sic ye ca't. 
 
 
 
 ourable position under a roof of his own. The 
 
 Except her love for me : 
 
 
 
 song, beginning. 
 
 The sparkling dew, 0' clearest hue. 
 
 
 
 " were I on Parnassus' hill," 
 
 Is like her shining een ; 
 
 
 
 was written at this time also, and betrays, even 
 
 In shape and air, wha can compare 
 
 
 
 more passionately than the present, the depth of 
 
 Wi' my sweet lovely Jean ? 
 
 
 
 his affection towards his recently-wedded wife. 
 
 
 
 
 It was not till November in the above year that 
 
 blaw, ye westlin' winds, blaw saft 
 
 
 
 Mrs. Burns was removed to EUisland, but during 
 
 Amang the leafy trees; 
 
 
 
 the long summer, while the farm-steading was 
 
 Wi' gentle gale, frae muir and dale. 
 
 
 
 being rebuilt, the poet paid several visits to Ayr- 
 
 Bring hame the laden bees ; 
 
 
 
 shire, and saw her at her father's house in 
 
 And bring the lassie back to me 
 
 
 
 Mauchline. The four concluding stanzas of the 
 
 That's aye sae neat and clean ; 
 
 
 
 sons?, as here given, were not written by Burns, 
 
 Ae blink 0' her wad banish care. 
 
 
 
 but were, we believe, added by William Reid 
 
 Sae lovely is my Jean. 
 
 
 
 late bookseller in Glasgow. Other accounts say. 
 
 
 
 
 that Mr. Reid was author only of the third and 
 
 AVhat sighs and vows amang the knowos. 
 
 
 
 fourth stanzas, and that the two concluding ones 
 
 Ha'e past atween us twa ! 
 
 
 
 were written by John Hamilton, bookseller, Edin- 
 
 How fain to meet, how wae to part. 
 
 
 
 burgh.— The air of the song was composed by 
 
 That day she gade awa' ! 
 
 
 
 William Marshall, butler to the duke of Gordon, 
 
 The powers abooii can only ken. 
 
 
 
 and called " Miss Admiral Gordon's strathspey." 
 
 To whom the heart is seen. 
 
 
 
 It was partly founded on the old tune, " The Low- 
 
 That nane can be sae dear to me. 
 
 
 
 lands of Holland."] 
 
 As my sweet lovely Jean 1 
 
 
 
 Of a* the airta the wind can blaw. 
 
 
 
 
 1 dearly like the west; 
 
 
 
 
 For there the bonnie lassie lives. 
 
 
 
 
 The lass that I lo'e best : 
 Though wild woods grow, and rivers row. 
 
 
 
 
 Wi' monie a hill between, 
 
 
 
 
 Baith day and night, my fancy's flight 
 
 ["Pkom Ramsat's " Gentle Shipherd."—Tuu3, 
 
 
 
 Is ever wi' my Jean. 
 
 " Eye, gae rub her ower wi' strae."J 
 
 
 
 I see her in the dewy flow'r, ' 
 
 Dear Roger, If your Jenny geek. 
 
 
 
 Sae lovely, sweet, and fair ; 
 
 And answer kindness with a slight. 
 
 
 
 I hear her voice in ilka bird. 
 
 Seem unconcem'd at her neglect. 
 
 
 
 Wi* music charm the air: i 
 
 p, For women m our vows delight. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 1 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 557 
 
 
 Syne she tald what grand offers she aften had had, t if she lore mirth, I'll learn to sing 
 
 
 
 But wad she tak' a man ?— na, she wasna sae mad; 
 
 Or likes the Nine to follow. 
 
 
 
 For the hale 0' the sex she cared na a Q^en, 
 
 I'll lay my lugs in Pindiis' spring. 
 
 
 
 An' she hated the way she was kissed yestreen; 
 
 And invocate Apollo. 
 
 
 
 Kist yestreen, kist yestreen, 
 
 
 
 
 She hated the way she was kiat yestreen ; 
 
 If she admire a martial mind. 
 
 
 
 'Twas a mercy that naithing mair serious had been. 
 
 I'll sheathe my limbs in armour; 
 
 
 
 For it's dangerous whiles to be kissed at e'en. 
 
 If to the softer dance inclined. 
 With gayest airs I'll charm her; 
 
 
 
 
 If she love grandeur, day and night 
 I'll plot my nation's glory. 
 
 
 
 (©ctolef OTiE^^. 
 
 Find favour in my prince's sight. 
 And shine in future story. 
 
 
 
 [TiiF author of this song was James Scadt-ock, 
 
 Beauty can wonders work with ease. 
 
 
 
 a native of the banks of the Levern in Renfrew- 
 
 Where wit is corresponding ; 
 
 
 
 shire, and by profession a copper-plate engraver. 
 
 And bravest men know best to please. 
 
 
 
 He was an intimate friend of Tannahill's. After 
 
 With complaisance abounding. 
 
 
 
 his death, which took place in 1818, a small 
 
 My bonnie Maggy's love can turn 
 
 
 
 volume of his poems was printed for the beneifit of 
 
 Me to what shape she pleases, 
 
 
 
 his family.— Air, " my love's bonnie."] 
 
 If in her breast that flame shall burn, 
 Which in ray bosom bleezes. 
 
 
 
 October winds, wi' biting breath, 
 
 
 
 
 Now nip the leaves that's yellow fading; 
 
 
 
 
 Nae gowans glint upon the green. 
 
 
 
 
 Alas ! they're co'er d wi' winter's cleading. 
 
 • 
 
 
 
 As through the woods I musing gang. 
 
 
 
 
 Nae birdies cheer me frae the bushes. 
 Save little Robin's lanely sang. 
 
 JEatg'^ BxRb2. 
 
 
 
 Wild warbling where the burnie gushes. 
 
 [T. M. Cunningham.] 
 
 
 
 The sun is jogging down the brae. 
 
 
 
 
 Dimly through the mist he's shining. 
 
 Ye briery bields, where roses blaw! 
 
 
 
 And cranreugh hoar creeps o'er the grass. 
 
 Ye flow'ry fells, an' sunny braes! 
 
 
 
 As day resigns his throne to e'ening. 
 
 Whase scroggie bosoms foster'd a' 
 
 
 
 Oft let me walk at twilight grey. 
 
 The pleasures 0' my youth fu" days. 
 
 
 
 To view the face of dying nature. 
 
 Amang your leafy simmer claes. 
 
 
 
 Till spring again wi' mantle green. 
 
 And blushin" blooms, the zephyr flies. 
 
 
 
 Delights the heart 0' ilka creature. 
 
 Syne wings awa', and wanton plays 
 Around the grave whare Mary lies. 
 
 
 
 
 Nae malr your bonnie blrken bowers. 
 
 
 
 #'n tine mmt u 0iu%%^. 
 
 Your streamlets fair, and woodlands gay, 
 Can cheer the weary winged hours 
 As up the glen 1 joyless stray: 
 
 
 
 [This is the name of an old Scottish air. The 
 
 For a' my hopes ha'e flown away. 
 
 
 
 1 original words to the tune, however, are scarcely 
 
 And when they reach'd their native skieS) 
 
 
 
 fit for quoting. The following is Ramsay's ver- 
 
 Left me, amid the world 0' wae. 
 
 
 
 sion of the song.] 
 
 To weet the grave whare Mary lies. 
 
 
 
 And 1 11 owre the muir to Maggy, 
 
 It Is na beauty's (hlrest bloom. 
 
 
 
 Her wit and sweetness call me; 
 
 It is na maiden charms consign'd. 
 
 
 
 Th re to my fair I'll show my mind. 
 
 And hurried to an early tomb, 
 
 
 
 Whatever may befall me : ; 
 
 r That wrings my heart and clouds my mind; 
 
 
 
 
 
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eOOTTISH SONG.?. 
 
 650 
 
 The Nith shall run to Corslnoon, 
 
 And Criffel sink in Solway, 
 Ere we permit a f reign foe 
 On British ground to rally. 
 
 O let U8 not, like snarling curs. 
 
 In wrangling be divided, 
 Till slap come in an unco loon, 
 
 And wi' a rung decide it. 
 Be Britain still to Britain true. 
 
 Among ourselves united ; 
 For never but by British hands 
 
 11 ust British wrongs be righted. 
 
 The kettle o* the kirk and state. 
 
 Perhaps a clout may fail in't, 
 But deil a foreign tinkler loon 
 
 Shall ever ca* a nail in't. 
 Our fathers' blood the kettle bought. 
 
 And who would dare to spoil it ? 
 By heaven, the sacrilegious dog 
 
 Shall fuel be to boil it! 
 
 The wretch that would a tyrant own ; 
 
 And the wretch, his true-born brother. 
 Who'd set the mob aboon the throne ; 
 
 May they be damned together ! 
 Who will not sing, " God save the king !" 
 
 Shall hing as high's the steeple ; 
 But while we sing, " God save the king !" 
 
 W e'U ne'er forget the people. 
 
 [Burns furnished the tune and words of this 
 Bong to Johnson's Museum. "The chorus," he 
 says, " is part of an old song, one stanza of which 
 I recollect: 
 
 Every day my wife tells me 
 That ale and brandy will ruin me; 
 But if gude liquor be my dead. 
 This shall be written on my head— 
 O gudewife, count the lawin. 
 
 The lawin, the lawin ; 
 O gudewife, count the lawin. 
 And bring a coggie mair."] 
 
 Gank Is the day, and mirk's the night ; 
 But we'll ne'er stray for faut o' light ; 
 For ale and brandy's stars and moon. 
 And blud-red wine's the rising sun 
 
 Then, gudewife, count the lawin. 
 
 The lawin, the lawin. 
 Then, gudewife, count the lawin. 
 
 And bring a coggie mair. 
 
 There's wealth and ease for gentlemen. 
 And semple folk maun fecht and fen ; 
 But here we're a' in ae accord. 
 For ilka man that's drunk's a lord. 
 
 My coggie is a haly pool, 
 
 That heals the wounds o' care and dool ; 
 
 And pleasure is a wanton trout — 
 
 An }'e drink but deep, ye'U find him out. 
 
 Then, gudewife, count the lawin. 
 
 The lawin, the lawin. 
 Then, gudewife, count the lawin. 
 
 And bring 's a coggie mair. 
 
 [Sir Walter Scott.— From " The Lady of tlie 
 Lake."] 
 
 He is gone on the mountain. 
 
 He is lost to the forest. 
 Like a summer dried fountain. 
 
 When our need was the sorest. 
 The font, re-appearing. 
 
 From the rain-drops shall borrow. 
 But to us comes no cheering. 
 
 To Duncan no morrow ! 
 
 The hand of the reaper 
 
 Takes the ears that are hoary^ 
 But the voice of the weeper 
 
 Wails manhood in glory. 
 The autumn winds rushing 
 
 Waft the leaves that are searest. 
 But our flower was in flushing, 
 
 When blighting was nearest. 
 
 Fleet foot on the correl. 
 
 Sage counsel in cumber. 
 Red hand in the foray. 
 
 How sound is thy slumber! 
 Like the dew on the mountain. 
 
 Like the foam on the river. 
 Like the bubble on the fountain, 
 } Thou art gone, and for ever I 
 
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 SCOTTISH S0NG3, ggl 
 
 
 
 
 It was T ween a comely sJcht, • 
 
 ■ God speed thee weel, mine ain dear heart, 
 
 
 
 
 To see sae trim a boy ; 
 
 For gane is all my joy ; 
 
 
 
 
 He was my joy and heart's delieht, 
 
 My heart is rent, sith we maun part. 
 
 
 
 
 My handsome Gilderoy. 
 
 My handsome Gilderoy. 
 
 
 
 
 Oh, sic twa charming een he had. 
 
 My Gilderoy, baith far and near. 
 
 
 
 
 A breath as sweet's a rose ; 
 
 Was fear'd in ilka toun. 
 
 
 
 
 He never wore a Highland plaid, 
 
 And bauldly bare away the gear 
 
 
 
 
 . But costly silken clothes : 
 
 Of mony a Lawland loun : 
 
 
 
 
 He gain'd the love o' ladies gay. 
 
 Nane e'er durst meet him hand to hand, 
 
 
 
 
 JSane e'er to him was coy; 
 
 He was sae brave a bo> ; 
 
 
 
 
 Ah, wae is me ! I mourn the «lay, 
 
 At length \n' numbers he was ta'en. 
 
 
 
 
 For my dear Gilderoy. 
 
 My handsome Gilderoy 1 
 
 
 
 
 My Gilderoy and I were born 
 
 The Queen of Scots possessit nocht 
 
 
 
 
 Baith in ae town thegither; 
 
 That my luve let me want; 
 
 
 
 
 We scant were seven years before 
 
 For cow an' ewe he to me brocht. 
 
 
 
 
 We 'gan to love each other. 
 
 And e'en when they were scant: 
 
 
 
 
 Cur daddies and our mammies, they 
 
 All those did honestly possess. 
 
 
 
 
 Were fill'd with meikle joy. 
 
 He never did annoy. 
 
 
 
 
 To think upon the bridal day 
 
 Who never fail'd to pay their cess 
 
 ' 
 
 
 
 •Twixt me and Gilderoy. 
 
 To my love Gilderoy. 
 
 
 
 
 For Gilderoy, that luve of mine. 
 
 Wae worth the loun that made the laws 
 
 
 
 
 Gude faith, I freely bought 
 
 To hang a man for gear ! 
 
 
 
 
 A wedding sark of Holland fine. 
 
 To reave of life for ox or ass, 
 
 
 
 
 Wi' silken flowers wrought ; 
 
 For sheep, or horse, or mear ! 
 
 
 
 
 And he gied me a wedding ring. 
 
 Had not the laws been made so strict. 
 
 
 
 
 Which I received with joy : 
 
 I ne'er had lost my joy ; 
 
 
 
 
 Nae lad nor lassie e'er could sing 
 
 Wi' sorrow ne'er had wat my cheik 
 
 
 
 
 Like me and Gilderoy. 
 
 For my dear Gilderoy. 
 
 
 
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 Wi' meikle joy we spent our prime 
 
 Gif Gilderoy had done amiss. 
 
 
 
 
 Till we were baith sixteen ; 
 
 He micht have banish'd been ; 
 
 
 
 
 And aft we pass'd the langsome time 
 
 Ah, what Kiir cruelty is this, 
 
 
 
 
 Amang the leaves sae green : 
 
 To hang sic handsome men ! 
 
 
 
 
 Aft on the banks we'd sit us there. 
 
 To hang the flower o' Scottish land. 
 
 
 
 
 And sweetly kiss and toy ; 
 
 Sae sweit and fair a boy ! 
 
 
 
 
 Wi* garlands gay wad deck my hair. 
 
 Ifae lady had sae white a hand 
 
 
 
 
 My handsome Gilderoy. 
 
 As thee, my Gilderoy ! 
 
 
 
 
 Oh, that he still had been content 
 
 Of GUderoy sae fear'd they were. 
 
 
 
 
 Wi' me to lead his life! 
 
 They bound him meikle strong; 
 
 
 
 
 But, ah, his manfu' heart was bent 
 
 Tull Edinburgh they led him there, 
 
 
 
 
 To stir in feats of strife i 
 
 And on a gallows hung. 
 
 
 
 
 And he in many a venturous deed 
 
 They hung him high abune the rest, 
 
 
 
 
 His courage bauld wad try. 
 
 He was sae trim a boy ; 
 
 
 
 
 And now this gars my heart to bleed 
 
 There died the youtli whom I loo'd best. 
 
 
 
 
 For my dear Gilderoy. 
 
 My handsome Gilderoy. 
 
 
 
 
 And when of me his leave he took, 
 
 Thus having yielded up his breath. 
 
 
 
 
 The tears they wat mine e'e; 
 
 1 bare his corpse away ; 
 
 
 
 
 1 gave him a love-parting look, 
 
 1 Wi- tears that trickled for his deatli. 
 
 
 
 
 My benison gang wi' thee I < 
 
 r? 1 waah'd his comely clay ; 
 
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 1 SCOTTISH SONGS. 5^3 
 
 
 
 r thought his heart was link'd to mine, ^ "I carena though yo were i* the moolt. 
 
 
 
 So flnii that it could never stray ; 
 
 Or dookit in a boggle, ; 
 
 
 
 Yet, William, may that peace be thine. 
 
 I kenna the use 0' the crazy auld fool. 
 
 
 
 Which thou hast ta'en frae Mary Gray. 
 
 But just to toom the coggie, 0. 
 Gin the win' were out o' your whalsling hauze, 
 
 
 
 I once was happy in his love. 
 
 I'd marry again and be voggie, O ; 
 
 
 
 No gloomy prospect made me dreary; 
 
 Some bonnie young lad would be my lot. 
 
 
 
 I thought that he would never rove. 
 
 Some rosy cheeked roggie, 0." 
 
 
 
 But'aye be ftiithfu' to his Mary. 
 
 
 
 
 Bright on me shone sweet pleasure's sun. 
 
 Quo' our gudeman, " Gi'e me that runfc 
 
 
 
 I sported in its gladdening ray; 
 
 That's hingin' in the ingle, ; 
 
 
 
 But now the evening shades are come. 
 
 I'se gar ye haud that sorrowfu' tongue. 
 
 
 
 And soon will close round Mary Gray. 
 
 Or else your lugs will tingle, 0. 
 Gang to your bed this blessed nicht. 
 
 
 
 Yet, William, may no gloomy thought 
 
 Or I'll be jour undoing, ;" 
 
 
 
 Of my love ever ma lie thee dreary; 
 
 The oannie auld wife crap out o' sicht,— 
 
 
 
 I've suffer'd much— 'twas dearly bought,— 
 
 What think ye o' sic wooing, O ? 
 
 
 
 Peace now has fled frae wretched Mary.— 
 
 
 
 
 And when some maid, more loved than me. 
 
 
 
 
 Thou lead'st to church on bridal day. 
 
 
 
 
 Perhaps the lowly grave you'll see. 
 Of poor neglected Mary Gray. 
 
 JEatg ^Jato. 
 
 
 
 
 [Peter M'Arthur.— Here first printed.] 
 Whkn Mary Shaw cam* to our valley. 
 
 
 
 'Ef^t h2uH ^m% n'ex. 
 
 Sweet and gentle was her form— 
 A lily blossom drooping palely 
 'Neath the frown of early storm. 
 
 
 
 [Thk first two stanzas of this song were manu- 
 
 
 
 
 factured by Burns from an old but somewhat 
 
 Sad was her smile, but words 0' pleasure 
 
 
 
 licentious ditty called " The deuks dang o'er my 
 
 Ever left her guileless tongue ; 
 
 
 
 daddie." The two concluding verses are by Dr. 
 
 We wonder'd aft that heaven's treasure 
 
 
 
 Graham of Glasgow. The tune is old, and 
 
 Fill'd the heart 0' ane sae young. 
 
 
 
 can be traced at least as far back as Playford's \ 
 
 
 
 
 " Dancing Master," 1657.] 
 
 She wander'd where the violet's blossom 
 Spent its fragrance in the shade. 
 
 
 
 Thk bairns gat out \vi' an unco shout. 
 
 Aft she bid it on her bosom 
 
 
 
 The deuks dang o'er my daddie, ; 
 
 Softly rest its purpled head. 
 
 
 
 Quo' our gudewife, " Let him lie there. 
 
 
 
 
 For he's jubt a paidling body, 0; 
 
 But aye it droop'd in pining sorrow. 
 
 
 
 He paidles out, and he paidles in. 
 
 And seem'd as if it whispering sjiid. 
 
 
 
 He paidles late and early, ; 
 
 Dear sister, ere the winter's morrow. 
 
 
 
 This thirty years I ha'e been his wife. 
 
 Cold will be our narrow bed. 
 
 
 
 And comfort comes but sparely, 0." 
 
 And when the year was sadly waning. 
 
 
 
 " Now haud your tongue," quo' our gudeman. 
 
 Ere the rough winds 'gan to rave. 
 
 
 
 " And dinna be sae saucy, 0, 
 
 Young Mary faded, uncomplaining. 
 
 
 
 I've seen the day, and so ha'e ye. 
 
 Wasted to an early grave. 
 
 
 
 I was baith young and gaucy, 0. 
 
 
 
 
 I've seen the day you butter'd my brose. 
 
 
 
 
 And cuitered me late and early, ; 
 
 Strews the wither'd flower and leaf, 
 
 
 
 But auld age is on me now, 
 
 And the wind wakes its sighs of sorrow. 
 
 
 
 And wow but I fla't richt sairly, 0." \ 
 
 A In concert with our tears of grief. 
 
 
 
^64 
 
 SCOTTISH SOKOa. 
 
 [PsTsm li'A«Tiio«.— H«f» pitatid fer tk* tnt •■^1 
 Y» dark roUing eloods, roond tk* bwtr of Bn Bmtom, 
 
 weep 7our djirk tmralo th* gmn VilH M^t 
 Ye wind« of the hiU, wiJw jtmr wmOlafi ^mrnnm , 
 
 No beam* of Um momlnf wn fladaMi tartawl 
 Arise, re gray mists, from tk* lead ftffliw Oocrlt, 
 
 And ■hnmd frtMn oar ekiUrai Um Mt dfkt «r «tf I 
 The warriors that left thsn Ufk bendtaf kr gkfy 
 
 Shan nerer ratam to tkt Uad oftkt OmL 
 
 Our maidens hare twlnsd tk* wild uioantafn iaww*. 
 
 To crown their joimg Vmn thsy wmH tkoir p 
 Alas, for their fbodiMM I tkif know aolarkMi 
 
 ^lien tidings otmmom skall Ud tkMB !•■ 
 I heard the drcMl kowl oTtk* wolf frVM tiw ■ 
 
 1 saw the dark deatk-bM nt evvrlka pMi^ 
 I saw a red stream, aad • bkiod-ewdlsd feuMsta, 
 
 And the war-ko«H dask Ofv tk* kNMll of Ik* date 
 
 I 
 The Saxon has swept o'er tho plains of C^ i ll oiwi , I 
 
 Our heroes hare Iklleo, or wander^ ate 
 'Mong dark mounUin ea««o, wkeio Ik* bkM mM tt d 
 
 No minstrel await* their rttaralat from «w. 
 By yon gloomy plo*, on tk* gny brow of Monm, 
 
 A young ptiM* la «and*rtag d^ J iiHd Msd Itm, 
 From his d**p-«iaabl*d knaM oon* tk* ad rifk* of •> 
 
 For c 
 
 He turns his sad efss to tk* laad of kl* I 
 
 Where the banners of welcom* obo* «•*«■ *■ Mi 
 Thoee honoar* departed art glt«a to otkon* 
 
 The tears of regret wander doiTB frr tk*a* lM«n. 
 I see a white sail throogk tk* dim mln ofnosa*. 
 
 It comes Ilk* tk* beam OD tk* dawning efdayj 
 Albyn— awake tk** to meomfkl dseotion. 
 
 It bears hfan an «dl* far *f«r awaj. 
 
 [Jamks LRMO!f.— Here first printed.— The author of tkl* pleco (ah _ 
 
 Office) puMished in 1840 a small collection of " Origlaal Poomaaad Sa*^.**] 
 Wbxn the shadows o' midnkht ^* daill fra* }0« taM^ 
 O'er the grares o' the dead a' sa* sOrat an' kw*i 
 An' the yeUow sered leaf warcn la tk* rkUl btim, 
 Singin' sadly the dirge o' the dead throogk tk* tnsai 
 O ! then, when the moon Itrhtly skims the ntakt bkM, 
 An' flings o'er a' nature a pale ghaistly hn*^ 
 1 wander a' lanely, or Iran on the sward, 
 Makin' main wi' the owl in St. MungC* Klvk'jaud. 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. g(^5 
 
 Ah ! the sad hollow echoes sounin' doon the auld pUe, 
 Like the voice o' the dead risin' frae the dark aisle. 
 To me is mair dear than the mirth-making croud. 
 For a' my joy it is wrapt in my Peggy's death-shroud ; — 
 In my Peggy's death-shroud wi' my wee bairnies three. 
 An' there 's nought worth the living for, if I could dee ; 
 But though grey wi' grief I maun dree out my weird. 
 Till laid 'mang them a' in St. Mungo's Kirk-yard. 
 
 Ye've seen in the lane wild a honnie wee flower. 
 Unconscious o* beauty, the pride o' its bower; 
 Sae my Peggy was fair, unassumin', an' meek. 
 The gowan's pure red an' white met in her cheek, 
 Till death cross'd our hallin an' took our first wean, 
 An' broke her sad heart aye sae dotin' an' fain ; 
 For O ! frae the day he was laid in the yird. 
 Her bloom it gaed wi' him to St. Mungo's Kirk -yard. 
 
 But had the fell spoiler but just stcppit here. 
 
 The floweret, that was noo sae pallid an' sere, 
 
 Wi' a mair sunny season micht bloom'd ance again. 
 
 But affliction, alas ! seldom cometh alane ; 
 
 For the death rap it knock'd mair than ance at our door, 
 
 An' bairn followed bairn to the dark mystic shore ; 
 
 An* Peggy's fond bosom was sae sadly sered. 
 
 She followed them soon to St. Mungo's Kirk-yard. 
 
 In the dream o' the nicht an' the vision o' day, 
 I see her in a' her fond innocence gay, 
 Wi' her wee totums fondlin' and makin' sic glee. 
 An' ! it's a sweet glimpse o' heaven to me. 
 But 1 wake frae my dream to new sorrows again. 
 An' my vision it leaves me like ane that 's insane. 
 For their green grassy graves by the wee cairn I rear'd 
 Rushes sad on my sicht in St. Mungo's Kirk-yard. 
 
 O ! tl^ warl' to me is a bleak, dreary waste. 
 Without a green spot where a fond hope micht rest ; 
 An' I Stan' 'mid the gloom like a shelterless tree, 
 Sair scathed wi' the blast left my blossoms frae me. 
 The rose in its beauty wakes sympathies fain. 
 An' the minstrel can soothe wi' li:s heart-meltin* strain ; 
 But my peace, like a wee bird, awa' it is scar'd. 
 And I look for it here in St. Mungo's Kirk -yard. 
 
 But hush ! my dear Peggy, why should I repine ? 
 For this pale wasted clay it will soon mix wi' thine — 
 It will soon mix wi' thine an' my wee bairnies three. 
 For where the heart lingers the body will be. 
 An' yet in thy bosom I'll find my lost peace. 
 Where the weary frae a' their sad murmurin's cease. 
 An' though Jn the warl' our lot has been hard. 
 We'll rise yet wi' joy frae St. Mungo's Kirk-yard. 
 
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 BOOmsH 90V08 
 
 #, l^enmurc'0 on an\> atoa*. 
 
 [Part of this song ia old, and part by Bc«iw, 
 as it went through his hands for Johnson's Uft- 
 8(um. In Gromek's Remains of Mithadal* and 
 Galloway Song, some other venes are 
 belonging to the old song, but they aw ' 
 tions by Allan Cunningham. William Q«rdoa, 
 viscount Kenmure, when the rebellion broha 0«t 
 in the year 1715, left Kenmure, in Gallovragr, with 
 about 200 horsemen, and joined the 
 forces at Preston in Lancashire. Hers b* wn 
 attacked by General Carpenter and taken prtooar, 
 along with many of his unfortunate fotkmsvB, to 
 London. The prisoners with their ama 
 were led on horseback through the 
 streets of the metropolis, and were Obliged tomb- 
 mit to the hootinga and indignities of a Loodoa 
 mob. Kenmure was beheaded on Tower Rill oa 
 the 24th February, 1716. His fkte 
 lamented.] 
 
 O, KsNMURB's on and awa% Willie, 
 
 O, Kenmurc's on and awa' ; 
 And Kenmure's lord's the bravcet lord 
 
 That CTer Galloway saw. 
 
 Success to Kenmure's band, Wnile, 
 
 Success to Kenmure's band ! 
 There's no a heart that fears a ^T>lg, 
 
 That rides by Kenmore's hand. 
 
 Here's Kenmure's health in wine, WiUle, 
 Here's Kenmurc's health in wine I 
 
 There ne'er was a coward o* Kenma(e>t b 
 Nor yet o' Gordon's line. 
 
 0, Kenmure's lads are men, "WiUle, 
 
 O, Kenmure's lads are men ! 
 Their hearts and swords are metal true ; 
 
 And that their faes shall ken. 
 
 They'll live or die wi' fame, WUlle, 
 
 They'll live or die wi' fame ; 
 But sune wi' sound and victorie 
 
 May Kenmure's lord come hame 
 
 Here's him that's far awa', Willie, 
 
 Here's him that's far awa' ; 
 And here's the flower that 1 lo'e best. 
 
 The rose that's like the snaw. 
 
 SomRi ^icgilUbrs* 
 
 [Tanisgtvtfiby 
 
 rsMBtto svttii 
 
 bufiiBavlvwf 
 
 of tke bMlJaMMIi uritai te Hw « 
 
 I IIMI Iw lad aiw 
 
 immMHHgrdMi 
 
BCOTTISn SONGS. 
 
 567 
 
 Donald was mumpit wi' mirds and mockery, V' 
 Ponald was blinded wi' blads o' property ; 
 Aries were high, but maJtings were naething, 
 
 man — 
 Lord, how Donald is flyting and fretting, man j 
 Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry, 
 Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry ; 
 Skelp them and scaud them that proved sae un- 
 
 britherly — 
 Up wi' king James and Donald Macgillavry ! 
 
 [Robert Jamieson.] 
 
 Go to him, then, if thou canst go; 
 
 Waste not a thought on me; 
 My heart and mind are a' my store ; — 
 
 They ance were dear to thee. 
 But there is music in his gold, 
 
 (I ne'er sae sweet could sing,) 
 That finds a chord in every breast. 
 
 In unison to ring. 
 
 The modest virtues dread the spell ; 
 
 The honest loves retire; 
 The finer sympathies of soul 
 
 Far other charms require. 
 The breathings of my plaintive reed 
 
 Sink dying in despair ; 
 The still small voice of gratitude. 
 
 Even that is heard nae mair. 
 
 But, if thy heart can suffer thee. 
 
 The powerful cause obey ; 
 And mount the splendid bed that wealth 
 
 And pride for thee display. 
 There gaily bid farewell to a' 
 
 Love's trembling hopes and fears ; 
 While I my lonely pillow, here. 
 
 Wash with unceasing tears. 
 
 Yet, in the fremmit arms of him. 
 
 That half thy worth ne'er knew, 
 O think na on my lang -tried love. 
 
 How tender and how true ! 
 For sure 'twould break thy tender heart. 
 
 My breaking heart to see, 
 Wi' a' the wrangs and waes it tholed. 
 
 And yet maun thole for thee. 
 
 [Tannahill — Music arranged by R. A. Smith. 
 — The story of the Harper of Mull is to be found 
 in " The Bee," a periodical edited by Dr. Ander- 
 son, and published in Edinburgh towards the 
 close of the last century. It is thus abridged in 
 Mr. P. A. Ramsay's edition of Tannahill's Poems. 
 "In the island of Mull there lived a harper who 
 was distinguished for his professional skill, and 
 the affectionate simplicity of his manners. He 
 was attached to Rosie, the fairest flower in the 
 island, and soon made her his bride. Not long 
 afterwards, he set out on a visit to some low- 
 country friends, accompanied by his Rosie, and 
 carrying his harp, which had been his companion 
 in all his journeys for many years. Overtaken by 
 the shades of night, in a solitary part of the coun- 
 try, a cold faintness fell upon Rosie, and she sank, 
 almost lifeless, into the harper's arms. He hastily 
 wrapped his plaid around her shivering frame; 
 but to no purpose. Distracted, he hurried from 
 place to place in search of fuel to revive the dying 
 embers of life. None could be found. His harp 
 lay on the grass, its neglected strings vibrating 
 to the blast. The harper loved it as his own life, 
 but he loved his Rosie better than either. His 
 nervous arms were applied to its sides, and ere 
 long it lay crackling and blazing on the heath. 
 Rosie soon revived under its genial influence, and 
 resumed the journey when morning began to 
 purple the east. Passing down the side of a hill, 
 they were met by a hunter, on horseback, who 
 addressed Rosie in the style of an old and familiar 
 friend. The harper, innocent himself, and unsus- 
 picious of others, paced slowly along leaving her 
 in converse with the stranger. Wondering at her 
 delay, he turned round, and beheld the faithless 
 fair seated behind the hunter on his steed, which 
 speedily bore them out of sight. The unhappy 
 harper, transfixed with astonishment, gazed at 
 them. Then, slowly turning his steps homewards, 
 he sighing exclaimed, — ' Fool that I was, to hnm 
 my harp for her!' " — It is said that Tannahill first 
 heard this story told at a convivial meeting, as 
 an instance of the infidelity of the fair sex, whose 
 fidelity he had been strenuously defending, not- 
 withstanding that he himself was disappointed in 
 the only love affair in which he was ever seriously 
 engaged. The impression which the narrative 
 made upon his mind led him to the composition 
 ^of the song.] 
 
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 BCOmSH 90KG8. 
 
 Whkn Rosie waa faithftil, how happy wm 1 1 ' 
 Still gladsome as summer the time glided by ; 
 I play'd my harp cheery, while fondly I •»"§ 
 Of the charms of my Eosie the winter nights 
 
 lang: 
 But now I'm a» waefu* aa waefti* can be, 
 Come simmer, come winter, 'tis a* ane to n»e. 
 For the dark gloom of falsehood sac clouds my 
 
 sa ! soul. 
 That cheerless for aye U the Harper of HnIL 
 
 I wander the glens and the wfld woods aluM, i 
 lE their deepest recesses I make nay sad mane { 
 My harp's moumftil melody Joins In the etimin. 
 While sadly I sing of the days that are gane. 
 Though Bosie is fldthtess, she's no the Icsi hir. 
 And the thoughts of her beauty bat fcede mj 
 
 despair; 
 With painful remembrance my bosom is fhll. 
 And weary of life is the Harper of MulL 
 
 As slumb'ring I lay by the dark mountain sti«a». 
 My lovely young Rosie appear'd in my dieaai ; 
 I thought her still kind, and I ne'er was saablMl, 
 As in fancy I dasp'd the dear nympk to any 
 
 breast: 
 Thou false fleeting rUlon, too soootto u na H o^. 
 Thou wakdst me to tortom aneqoall^ belbfai 
 But death's silent slombert my giteft Mon •hall 
 
 lull. 
 And the green gnus wave orer the Harper of MoD. 
 
 '^txt '^ to tie litng, $ix. 
 
 [Jacobith song.— Tune, *' Hey, tnttla tattle." 
 —The allusion in the last Terse but one to the 
 king of Sweden proves the song to belong to 
 about the beginning of the last century, whea 
 Charles XII. of Sweden was expected to 
 the cause of the Stuarts.] 
 
 Herb's to the king, sir! 
 
 Ye ken wha I mean, sir ; 
 
 And to every honest man. 
 
 That will do't again. 
 
 Fill, fill your bumpers high ; 
 Drain drain your glasses dry; 
 Out upon him, fy ! oh ly I 
 That winna do't again. 
 
 Here's to the chleftalaa 
 OfthegaOaMHIgMairf^ 
 Theyha%4aMllMirM 
 AodwUI4ani«y^ 
 
 TMIIe laMa, to the 4nHH I 
 Vp wt* eiravto aad *amm yaar gn 
 Aa*totheloaMa9ito. 
 fn.lll.te. 
 
 Beve •■ to tte klag a^ 0««4il 
 lawiliCfv«niUihead: 
 • Ih'tmyMBktogltote. 
 
 Itot to nak* a tUaft Hlkl. M 
 
 Be ttal Mahi MM ItlM. to 
 
 T^ dM« Mi lMM«> «pi%M. « 
 
 Ab4 that hen 4irt^Btaf 
 
 lsiil)Iitq{ count t^f latoin. 
 
 [Ttr»B.*'Hey.t 
 ftwn aa oU ditty. The ImI eena of thb aseg 
 tunotd flrtglaaUytha Int vene «r the t » w% am 
 
 The day to MBT «M «Bvta I 
 TeYs a* blla4 «iaak. bay^ 
 Aadl*Mhalia«y»a. 
 Bey tattte, lyiia. 
 
 WhaMfeaaaw? 
 
 Oog aa' f weve aye ttm, 
 Oof aa* ye waie aye fca. 
 I wad ilt aad i«M to yoa. 
 If !• were ^« too. 
 
 WeelaMgryatf'hat 
 
 inaiaywaaeearMa! 
 
 6odblaaithaklacbm% 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 509 
 
 
 A And tak' thaa bonnie feathers o' mine. 
 
 
 1 
 j 
 
 ^Je M^lirt ^^^tamieEL 
 
 The feathers o' my breast; 
 
 And gi'e them to the bonnie lad. 
 
 Will bring to me a priest. 
 
 
 
 [From Herd's Collection, 1776. " ' Gude day to 
 
 
 
 
 you, Robin,' " says Mr. Robert Chambers, " is a 
 
 Now in there cam' my lady wren. 
 
 
 
 song which I have heard sung by old women and 
 
 WV mony a sigh and groan. 
 
 
 
 nurses in my own young days. It may be loca- 
 
 what care I for a' the lads. 
 
 
 
 lized, from the various allusions, as belonging to 
 
 If my ain lad be gone ! 
 
 
 
 Clydesdale ; and I should suppose it to have been 
 
 
 
 
 written some time after 16-22, probably not long. 
 
 Then Robin turn'd him round about. 
 
 
 
 as the old bridge of Tay at Perth, built by Robert 
 
 E'en like a little king ; 
 
 
 
 Bruce, gave way that year, and was not again 
 
 Gae pack ye out at my chamber-door. 
 
 
 
 built till 1772. The mending or re-erection of the 
 
 Ye little cutty-quean. 
 
 
 
 bridge of Tay was a matter of agitation durin^' 
 
 
 
 
 the reign of Charles I.; and that sovereign, when 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 for the purpose. May not the song have been 
 written at that precise era?"] 
 
 Eit ^i%l)UuU W^Blm. 
 
 
 
 Gude day now, bonnie Robin, 
 
 [This is said to be a translation by Burns of a 
 
 
 
 How lang ha'e ye been here .-• 
 
 Gaelic nursery song which a Highland lady sung 
 
 
 
 I've been a bird about this bush 
 
 and interpreted to him. It appears to belong to 
 
 
 
 This mair than twenty year. 
 
 the period when boldness and dexterity in cattle- 
 iifting were accounted virtues.] 
 
 
 
 But now I am the sickest bird 
 
 j 
 
 
 
 That ever sat on brier ; 
 
 Hee, baloo, my sweet wee Donald, 
 
 
 
 And I wad mak' my testament. 
 
 Picture o' the great Clanronald ; 
 
 
 I 
 
 Guderaan, if ye wad hear. 
 
 Thou'lt be a chief o' a' thy clan. 
 If thou art spared to be a man. 
 
 
 i 
 
 Gar tak' this bonnie neb o' mine. 
 
 
 
 
 That picks upon the corn ; 
 
 Leeze me on thy bonnie craigie I 
 
 
 
 And gi'e't to the duke o' Hamilton, 
 
 An' thou live thou'lt lift a naigie, 
 
 
 
 To be a hunting-horn. 
 
 Travel the counti^ through and through. 
 And bring hame a Carlisle cow. 
 
 
 
 Gar tak' thae bonnie feathers C mine. 
 
 
 
 
 The feathers o' my neb ; 
 
 Through the Lawlands, near the Border, 
 
 
 
 And gi'e to the lady Hamilton, 
 
 Weel, my babie, may thou furder ; 
 
 
 
 To fill a feather bed. 
 
 Herry the loons o' the laigh countrie. 
 Syne to the Highlands hame to me. 
 
 
 
 Gar tak' this gude richt leg o' mine. 
 
 
 
 
 And mend the brig o' Tay ; 
 
 
 
 
 It will be a post and pillar gude. 
 
 
 
 
 It will neither bow nor gae. 
 
 0i^ mu ^Saii w^ m^ ^i^"^* 
 
 
 
 And tak' this other leg of mine. 
 
 
 
 
 And mend the brig o" Weir ; 
 
 [From "The North Countrie Garland," a 
 
 
 
 It will be a post and pillar gude. 
 
 small collection printed at Edinburgh in 1824, 
 
 
 
 It will neither bow nor steer. 
 
 for private distribution.] 
 
 
 
 Gar tak' thae bonnie feathers o' mine. 
 
 If my dear wife should chance to gang. 
 
 
 
 The feathers o' my tail; 
 
 Wi' me, to Edinburgh toun. 
 
 
 
 And gi'e to the lads o' Hamilton 
 
 Into a shop I will her tak'. 
 
 
 
 To be a barn-flaU. < 
 
 ^ And buy her a new goun. 
 
 
 
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 800TTI8H 80K08. 
 
 But if my dear wife shoold hain the dimrge. 
 
 As I expwt she will. 
 And if she says, The auld will do, 
 
 By my word she shall ha'e her will. 
 
 If my dear wife should wish to gaog. 
 
 To see a neebor or friend, 
 A horse or a chair I will prorlde. 
 
 And a servant to attend. 
 But if my dear wife shall hain th« ehazge, 
 
 As I expect she will. 
 And if she says, I'll walk on foot. 
 
 By my word she shall ha'e her wilL 
 
 If my dear wife shall bring me a son. 
 
 As I expect she will. 
 Cake and wine I will provide, 
 
 And a nune to nurse the child. 
 But if my dear wife shall hain tlte thUfft, 
 
 As I expect she will. 
 And if she says, She'll nura't h 
 
 By my word she shall ha'e her « 
 
 BaidlstkylMMl, 
 AwlflMrliUV 
 
 TheadtftofkMVM 
 Oh,wllttlM«glf» 
 
 Holt €^tegocs« 
 
 [WKimiK by BuKKs for 1 
 Peter Pindar (Dr. Wolcot) fc 
 ten verses on the same sul^icct tot the ■ 
 lection. Both songs are founded on th* ftm 
 ballad called " The LaM of Locfaryan."] 
 
 Oh, mirk, mirk is this midnight boor. 
 And loud the tempests roar; 
 
 A waefti' wanderer seeks thy tow«r» 
 Lord Gregory, ope thy door. 
 
 An exile flrae her Cither's ha'. 
 
 And a' for loving thee ; 
 At least some pity on me shaw. 
 
 If love it may na be. 
 
 Lord Gregory, mind'st thou not the gn 
 
 By bonnie Irvine side. 
 Where first I own'd that virgin love 
 
 I lang lang had denied ? 
 
 How aften didst thou pledge the vow. 
 Thou wad for aye be mine ! 
 
 And my fond heart, itsel' sae true. 
 It ne'er mistrusted thine. 
 
 •pm tit l^oor to m. 
 
 e 4ear. dM tea opea^i tt wide. 
 i«one«ilkeflate,«lil 
 
 ^S uvXt ^un. 
 
 [OlTVly] 
 
 OaaalatiMHB proteHy tMk tha Mat aTMa eof* 
 I eaUed "The Wuieo WUb" CM f»m O <^«» 
 
 ••1 
 
 UthelaadeffMbthwttfta i l i t ii l wlfc. 
 
 And In tha ttmw of Oapar Ifcaa, 
 Who aowlydid h— t,— d mm»a hm a a Bi pi a lrt , 
 
 Oh whaD win ja dia, ay MM MM y 
 

 
 
 
 
 1 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS ^^j 
 
 
 
 In cam' her cousin Kate, when it was growing^ Go to Berwick, Johnnie. 
 
 
 
 late. 
 
 And regain your honour ; 
 
 
 
 She said, What's gude for an' auld man ? 
 
 Drive them ower the Tweed, 
 
 
 
 wheit-breid and wine, and a kinnen new slain ; 
 
 And show our Scottish banner. 
 
 
 
 That's gude for an auld man. 
 
 I am Rob the king. 
 
 And ye are Jock, my brither , 
 
 
 
 Cam' ye in to jeer, or cam' ye in to scorn, 
 
 But, before we lose her. 
 
 
 
 And what for cam' ye in ? 
 
 We'll a' there thegither. 
 
 
 
 For bear-bread and water, I'm sure, is much bet- 
 ter- 
 It's ower gude for an auld man. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Now the auld man's deid, and, without remeid, 
 
 ^k EsE^a^t Eaiir^, 
 
 
 
 Into his cauld grave he's gane ; 
 
 
 
 
 Lie still wi* my blessing ! of thee I ha'e nae miss- 
 
 
 
 
 ing; 
 
 [From Jamieson's Popular Ballads and Songs, 
 
 
 
 I'll ne'er mourn for an auld man. 
 
 1806.] 
 
 
 
 Within a little mair than three quarters of a year. 
 She was married to a young man then. 
 
 Thehe lives a landart laird in Fife, 
 And he has married a dandily wife : 
 
 
 
 Who drank at the wine, and tippied at the beer, 
 
 She wadna shape, nor yet wad she sew. 
 
 
 
 And spent mair gear than he wan. 
 
 But sit wi' her cummers, and iSll hersel' fu'. 
 
 
 
 O black grew her brows, and howe grew her een. 
 
 She wadna spin, nor yet wad she card ; 
 
 
 
 And cauld grew her pat and her pan; 
 
 But she wad sit and crack wi' the laird. 
 
 
 
 And now she sighs, and aye she says. 
 
 Sae he is doun to the sheep-fauld. 
 
 
 
 I wish I had my silly auld man 1 
 
 And cleekit a wether by the spauld. 
 
 He's whirled affthe gude wether's skin. 
 And wrapped the dandily lady therein. 
 " I downa pay you, for your gentle kin ; 
 But weel may I skelp my wether's skin." 
 
 
 
 €&© it^ Mrxti^kife, i©|-aEie. 
 
 
 
 
 [The old tune of " Go to Berwick, Johnnie," is 
 
 %umu, He mtm me. 
 
 
 
 usually sung to a nursery doggrel, beginning. 
 
 
 
 
 Go, go, go. 
 
 Go to Berwick, Johnnie; 
 
 [Old words to the tune of " Laddie, lie near 
 
 
 
 me," with the exception of the substitution of 
 
 
 
 Thou Shalt have the horse. 
 
 " Lassie," for " Laddie."] 
 
 
 
 And I shall have the poney. 
 
 Lang ha'e we parted been. 
 
 
 
 The following verses are from Johnson's Museum, 
 
 Lassie, my dearie ; 
 
 
 
 and are said to have been partly vn-itten by John 
 
 Now we are met again. 
 
 
 
 
 Lassie, lie near me. 
 Near me, near me. 
 
 
 
 Go to Berwick, Johnnie; 
 
 Lassie, lie near me. 
 
 
 
 Bring her frae the Border ; 
 
 Lang hast thou lain thy lane. 
 
 
 
 Yon sweet bonnie lassie. 
 
 Lassie, lie near me. 
 
 
 
 Let her ga'e nae farther. 
 
 
 
 
 English loons will twine ye 
 
 A" that I ha'e endured. 
 
 
 
 0' the lovely treasure ; 
 
 Lassie, my dearie. 
 
 
 
 But we'll let them ken. 
 
 Here in thy arms is en red; 
 
 
 
 A sword wi' them we'll measure. { 
 
 } Lassie, lie near me. 
 
 
 
 
5 72 B00TTI8B 90VML 
 
 ®|)e 'EWtU of ^otlanD. 
 
 [This lonf , to the tune of " Black Joke." It glwo la Bonll ** im _ - 
 
 following commentary :— " Thii ia a modem aooc, sad tk* oa|jr o«* llat li !■ Iks vwtaHM^ to a^ 
 knowledge. It had no right to be here, for it k a aattaaal, acta JaMMtonaf) kal I lanrt It Mt 
 of a whim, to vary the theme a Itttle. It haa MMthatMag. tkaagil pNtaMdljraB kaUMlMi aad, 
 when tolerably sung, never mistet of haviat a good «Aet aaMag a mmfmmj oT Naoli pm9»». It kM 
 been published as mine in eereral coUeetiOMi I wkh It iMMt kat 1 Ml ttlA tkal It «M wtltlM ly 
 Ma. SuTHRKLAND, Und^surTeyoT, a ftnUoaaa ot wkom I kaow BOtktaf. aat Ikat ki li tlM aatkor 
 of some other popular songs."— W« caaaot njr wkat lallaaot li ta ka pimmg «■ Mi MalnMat of Ik* 
 Shepherd s. But knowing his onflMtaaatt dliporittea to a||ottit| la aMMaa MHMf, a« mm fillB 
 prepared to believe, on Tcry slender proof, tkat tk* Mr. IfcilkMloai, Iko kMid^aiOifar, Iko fsttltaaMa 
 of whom he "knows nothing tare that k« h tko aatkar of ooaso otkw popalir Hi^i^** b a pkaatna 
 of his own creating ; and that the real Mithor of the prsooat saaf «M Ik* SMao «ka wfato ** Tk> 
 Pilgrims of the Sun," " The Qaeea's Wake," aad a mriotjr of otk« Worka.] 
 
 Lkt them booat of tk* ooaatey gato FMrtA kb •»•, 
 Of the land of tko ooMa, aad Ai«ilaa MM, 
 
 With tho rsd-Uaaklag laiH, aad fkaMwk ■* fn*Bi 
 Far deartr to n* an tk* kOk of Ik* y«tk, 
 Th* laad of Ua* moaakdai^ Ik* Urtkfta** «r warlki 
 Thoat noaatala* wkan (kaadMB k** tsM kar akai*. 
 Thow wldo-opnadlag glMM wk*w ao ala«« ovar tpad*. 
 
 WkMobkwaMtkoNdh 
 
 Tkougk fiek b* tk* aofl »ki 
 
 And barrea tk* n 
 
 Wbare bloooM tk* rod kaatkv aad tkMb ■• ff 
 Tet. fbr fH*adaklp da«at. aad Ibr kvaHr «>«*. 
 And for coaiag* ■* bold wkkk ae to •salt MkiH^ 
 Unmatch'd I* oar ooaatf7, aarivalM «ar oairiMb 
 .\ nd loTrly and tra* ar* tk* oympka oa oar ykkii, 
 
 >Vl>ere rises the thistle, tk* thtatl* Mgieoa. 
 
 Fur-iamed are oar sin* In the battle* of yore. 
 And many the caimlee that rtee oa oar ekoto. 
 
 O'er the foe* of tke land of the tklatl* ao fi«M I 
 And many a camie shall ri*a on oar atraad, 
 Should the torrent of war ever ban* oa oar luid. 
 Let foe come on foe, as ware oooi** oa aaea. 
 Well give them a weleome, well gi** tkeai a giav*. 
 
 Beneath the red heather aad tkMl* ao gimm. 
 
 O, dear to our souls, as the osaanfi ar B*Bf«a, 
 Is the freedom we boast, ia tk* laad tkat «« Iha la. 
 
 The land of red heather an-1 thietle eo greea t 
 For that land and that "" " 
 
 w..., ..uu Buu v<ui» irrmotn «Nir MUM ._ _^. 
 
 And we swear by the blood that oar fotkei* have ekeU 
 Ko foot of a foe thaU e'er tnad oa tkeir grave; 
 But the thistle shall bkwm oa tke bed of the brafv. 
 The thistle of Scotland, tke tkistl* •* gnea. 
 
1 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 573 
 
 
 ^ Here passes the squire on his brother— his horse; 
 
 
 
 
 There centum-per-centum, the cit with his purse ; 
 
 
 
 ^^ut MMn, 
 
 But see you " the Crown," how it waves in the aLr! 
 There a big-bellied bottle still eases my care. 
 
 
 
 [Pkom an anonymous sheet of music] 
 
 The wife of my bosom, alas! she did die; 
 For sweet consolation to church 1 did fly; 
 
 
 
 O WHERE are ye going, sweet Robin ? 
 
 1 found that old Solomon proved it fair. 
 
 
 
 What makes you sae proud and sae shy ? 
 
 That a big-bellied bottle's a cure for all care. 
 
 
 
 I once saw the day, little Robin, 
 
 
 
 
 My friendship you would not deny. 
 
 I once was persuaded a venture to make ; 
 
 
 
 But winter again is returning. 
 
 A letter inform'd me that all was to wreck ; 
 
 
 
 And weather both stormy and snell : 
 
 But the pursy old landlord just waddled upstairs. 
 
 
 
 Gin ye will come back, little Robin, 
 
 With a glorious bottle, that ended my cares. 
 
 
 
 I'll feed ye wi' moulins mysel". 
 
 "Life's cares they are comforts," a maxim Laid 
 
 
 
 When summer comes in, little Robin 
 
 down 
 
 
 
 Forgets all his friends and his care i 
 
 By the bard, what d'ye caU him, that wore the 
 
 
 
 Away to the fields flies sweet Robin, 
 
 black gown ? 
 
 
 
 To wander the groves here and there. 
 
 And faith I agree with th' old prig to a hair. 
 
 
 
 Though you be my debtor, sweet Robin, 
 
 For a big-bellied bottle's a heaven of care. 
 
 
 
 On you I will never lay blame ; 
 
 
 
 
 For I've had as dear friends as Robin, 
 
 [Stanza added in a Mason Lodge.] 
 
 
 
 Who often have served me the same. 
 
 Then fill up a bumper, and make it o'erflow. 
 And honours masonic prepare for to throw ; 
 
 
 
 I once had a lover like Robin, 
 
 May every true brother of the compass and square 
 
 
 
 Who long for my love did implore; 
 
 Have a big-bellied bottle when harass'd with care. 
 
 
 
 At last he took flight, just like Robin, 
 
 
 
 
 And him I ne'er saw any more. 
 
 , 
 
 
 
 But should the stern blast of misfortune 
 
 
 
 
 Return him, as winter does thee. 
 Though slighted by both, little Robin, 
 
 JE^ €&u^0maira» 
 
 
 
 Yet both of your faults I'U forgi'e. 
 
 [Alex. Rodger.— Air, " Loch-Erroch Side." 
 —The first four lines form the chorus of a very 
 old song.] 
 
 
 
 ®fje ^ig=ibdIieB mmU. 
 
 My gudeman says aye to me, 
 Says aye to me, says aye to me; 
 My gudeman says aye to me. 
 
 
 
 [This appears in the first Edinburgh edition of 
 
 Come cuddle in my bosie ! 
 
 
 
 BuRNs's Poems, 1787. It is adapted to the old 
 
 Though wearin' auld, he's blyther still 
 
 
 
 tune called " The Lazy Mist."] 
 
 Than mony a swankie youthfu' chiel. 
 And a' his aim's to see me weel. 
 
 
 
 No churchman am T, for to rail and to write ; 
 
 And keep me snug and cozie. 
 
 
 
 No statesman or soldier, to plot or to fight; 
 
 
 
 
 No sly man of business, contriving a snare ; 
 
 For though my cheeks, where roses grew. 
 
 
 
 For a big-bellied bottle's the whole of my care. 
 
 Ha'ft tint their lively glowing hue. 
 My Johnnie's just as kind and true 
 
 
 
 The peer I don't envy— I give him his bow; 
 
 As if I still were rosy. 
 
 
 
 1 scorn not the peasant, though ever so low ; 
 
 Our weel-won gear he never drank. 
 
 
 
 But a club of good fellows, like those that ar«5 
 
 He never lived aboon his rank, 
 
 
 
 here, 
 
 1 Vet wi' a neebour blythe and frank. 
 
 
 
 And a bottle like this, are my glory and care. i 
 
 A He could be as jocose aye. 
 
 
 
 "■ 1 
 
674 
 
 We ha'e a bame, gnde 1 
 
 Contentmeat, peace, a coiudmM tit»t. 
 
 And rosy bairns to lu mair daar 
 
 Than treasures o' Poiod: 
 Their nxinds are formed in virtue^ tdMOl, 
 Their tku'ts are cbeck'd wi* (empar cool. 
 For my gudeman mak's this his rate* 
 
 To Iteep frae hasty blows aye. 
 
 It ne'er was siller gart us wed. 
 
 Youth, health, and Iotc; were a' wc had, 
 
 Possess'd o' these, w« toU'd hi' glaid. 
 
 To shun want's bitter throw ■]«; 
 We've had our carta, w«*t« bad oar toOi, 
 We've had our bits o' troubles whilca, 
 Tet, what o' that? my Johnnie's smflaa 
 
 Shed joy o'er a' our woes aye. 
 
 Wl' mutual aid we've t 
 
 A kind gudeman, a 6 
 
 And on we'll jog, unwxsd tf atrUb, 
 
 Towards our journey's dosa, i^I 
 A nd when we're stretch "d opon ovr bl 
 Oh may our souls, sae laithfti' ban. 
 Together spring to yonder sphara. 
 
 Where love's pure river flows ay*. 
 
 [CArTAiN CBAaLKs QuAT, R. M.— AJr, ** My 
 
 >nly jo and dearie, O."] • 
 
 Wi' heart sincere, I lore that, Bdl— 
 
 But dinna ye be saucy, O, 
 Or a' my love I win na tell 
 
 To thee, my black-e'ed buale, O : 
 It's no thy cheek o' rosy hue, 
 It's no thy little cherry mou'. 
 It's a' because thy heart's sne true, 
 
 Sly bonnie black-«'ed lassie, O ! 
 
 It's no the witch-glance o' thy e'e. 
 Though few for that surpass ye, O, 
 
 That mak's ye aye sae dear to me. 
 My bonnie black -e'ed lassie, 01 
 
 It's no the whiteness o' thy skin. 
 
 It's no love's dimple on thy chin ; - 
 
 It's a* thy modest worth within, 
 2ij bonnie black-e'ed Uasie, Ol 
 
 VaM^ayMMk-VMi 
 
 l^oiiiiU BuiiDf f . 
 
 tea* or *< BoMto I>w4m" «w atfafiii ly Q«y 
 
 ftir oot or bis mt^ bi -TIm Bif^rbOpm.** 
 beftealag *• Tte cbMiB li fnfH^ «ba iBvim 
 annMC*- ItbalMf " 
 bctagUwaIr or 1 
 y* my «*w Uib«?»J 
 
 waama fat ya llMl I 
 OwtekBMba 
 
 mmf 
 
 1 fat H ftM • b< 
 Atwwa M. J«lnalMa AM k 
 
 O fla 1 aaw «k« iiiMla tkM •»% M^t I 
 
 May . 
 
 ;if ADdMdhfaBHOblMMlokbbakTMdae. 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 515 
 
 My heart has nae room when I think on my laddie. 
 
 His dear rosy haffets bring tears to my e'e— 
 But, O I he's awa", and I dinna ken whar he's — 
 
 Gin we could ance meet we'll ne'er part till we 
 die. 
 O light be the breezes around him saft blawin' ! 
 
 And o'er him sweet simmer still blink bonnilie. 
 And the rich dews C plenty, around him wide 
 fa'in. 
 
 Prevent a' his fears for my baby and me ! 
 
 My blessings upon that sweet wee lippie ! 
 
 My blessings upon that bonnie ee-brie ! 
 Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie, 
 
 Thou's aye the dearer and dearer to me. 
 But I'll big a bower on yon green bank sae bonnie. 
 
 That's lav'd by the waters o' Tay wimplin' clear. 
 And deed thee in tartans, my wee smiling 
 Johnnie, 
 
 And make thee a man like thy daddie dear. 
 
 [Archibald M'Kay of Kilmarnock.— Tune, 
 " Bonnie Dundee."] 
 
 O ! WEEL I ha'e mind o' my auld uncle Watty, 
 
 When but a bit callan I stood by his knee. 
 Or elamb the big chair, where at e'enin' he sat aye; 
 
 He made us fu' blythe wi' his fun and his glee : 
 For O ! he was knackie, and couthie, and crackle, 
 
 Baith humour and lair in his noddle had he — 
 The youths o' the clachan he'd keepa'a-laughin', 
 
 Wi' his queer observations and stories sae slee. 
 
 The last Hogmanay that we met in his cottie. 
 
 To talk owre the past, and the nappy to pree, 
 Some auld-farrant sangs, that were touchin' and 
 witty, 
 
 He sung, till the baimies were dancin' wi' glee; 
 And syne in the dance, like a youngster o' twenty. 
 
 He lap and he flang wi' auld Nannie Macfee — 
 In a' the blythe meeting nae ane was sa« canty, 
 
 Sae jokin', sae gabby, sae furthy, and free. 
 
 And O ! had ye seen him that e'enin' when Eory 
 Was kippled to Mag^ie o' Riccarton Mill, 
 
 Wi' jokes rare and witty he kept up the glory, 
 Till morning's faint gUmmer was seen on the 
 hiil. 
 
 O ! he was a bodj', when warm'd wi* the toddy, 
 Whase wit to ilk bosom enchantment could gi'e, 
 
 Forfunnin'anddaffin*, and punnin'andlaughin'. 
 Throughout the hale parish nae equal had he. 
 
 But worn outatlastwi' life's cares and its labours. 
 
 He bade an adieu to his frien's a' sae dear. 
 And sunk in death's sleep, salr bewail'd by his 
 neebors, 
 
 Wha yet speak his praise, and his mem'ry 
 revere. 
 Whar slumbers the dust o' my auld auntie Matty, 
 
 We dug him a grave wi' the tear in our e'e ; 
 And there laid the banes o' my auld uncle Watty, 
 
 To moulder in peace by the big aiken-tree. 
 
 [Hugh Ainslik.] 
 
 " The midnight hour is clinking, lads. 
 
 An' the douce an' the decent are winking, lads, 
 
 Sae I tell you again, 
 
 Be't weel or ill ta'en. 
 It's time ye were quitting your drinking, lads." 
 
 " Gae ben an' mind your gantry, Kate, 
 Gi'e's mair o' your beer and less bantry, Kate ; 
 
 For we vow whar we sit. 
 
 That afore we shall flit. 
 We'll be better acquent v/i' your pantry, Kate. 
 
 " The daft days are but beginning, Kate, 
 An' we've sworn (wad ye ha'e us be sinning, Kate?) 
 By our faith an* our houp. 
 We shall stick by the stoup 
 As lang as a barrel keeps rinning, Kate. 
 
 " Thro' spring an' thro' simmer we moil it, Kate, 
 Through hay an' through harvest we toil it, Katej 
 
 Sae ye ken, when the wheel 
 
 Is beginning to squeal. 
 It's time for to grease or to oil it, Kate. 
 
 " Then score us another drappy, Kate, 
 An' gi'e us a cake to our cappy, Kate ; 
 
 For, by spigot an' pin. 
 
 It were mair than a sin 
 To flit when we're sitting sae happy, Kate." 
 
576 
 
 600TT1SB 80X08. 
 
 #ne 0tat of iit morning. 
 
 nj Wwtto li taHh tMM M* I 
 Thyt 
 
 ila' la thtaM «ra«, a^ « 
 
 [BOBKRT GlLriLLAjr. 
 
 Parting."] 
 
 -Tane, " On* 
 
 Or ■**!■ IB Ik* glM Me* HMi— 
 l*mk 
 
 One star of the morning still lingcn 
 
 Aroid the deep blue ctthmtlkj, 
 O ! it waits fur the sun and mjr Mwy 
 
 To light up the green earth wHb Jojr. 
 Then haste, lore, the bir lUj't nwfiin. 
 
 The young row Is drooping In daw } 
 The lark, in its s««et drsan, it iT 
 
 "Till likened b 
 
 There's joy when the soft a 
 
 And sunbeams on bright s4 
 When the deep glen and dark mMgrfl 
 
 B^oice at the coining oTdaj: 
 But not the gay giadneas atwmttf. 
 
 When summer and momlng artf 
 Can equal that raptww orkowai. 
 
 When you are the theme ofay m 
 
 Ton bright star of mora Is 
 
 To skies of a knreUer hoa. 
 To sparkle on lands that mn fhtavr. 
 
 But on makl never fldrar than |««l 
 The golden sun now walks In glory. 
 
 And gladdens with smilca flower and ti«| 
 Like you who, in joy or in wrrow, 
 
 StiU 
 
 i^onnte 3)ean ma!k'$ mtultle. 
 
 [David YaDDsa.— This song was 
 an ancient Scottish air to be found in the 8k«n« 
 collection of tunes, and entitled " Bonals Jsaa 
 makis meikle of me."] 
 
 Mr Lorde Kilspindie's crappe is in, 
 Sae hail may skyte, an" rain may poor; 
 The norlan' blaste frae yonte the binn* 
 May skelpe an' dadde fu' snelle an' do«rt 
 I've noucbt till doe but tende my flouir. 
 As lang as heaven sail health bestow roec; 
 My life's ane rosle sun-licht hour. 
 For bonnie Jean mak's muckle o' mca. 
 
 iKittiHl tiK iKom* 
 
 8Ml'BilBCteg«^ 
 
 Forl'MIek* 
 
 Bat I trow y« I sradaa k« fe 
 Gin I Mw It coakl otksnslM I 
 
 Fur I km that whan tw» Mk tm 
 Her AM Mr Ika Uksr to ft«e I 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH B0NG3. 577 
 
 
 Hut that deil o' a lassie has wiled me— ^ 
 She's witched me as sure as I'm born, 
 
 ^ Wmn% %umu. 
 
 
 
 ■\Vi" the glamour o' love she's beguiled me. 
 
 [Burns.— Tune, " The carlin o' the glen. "J 
 
 
 
 Sae I'm to be n arried the morn. 
 
 
 
 
 Married at last the morn- 
 
 Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain. 
 
 
 
 Buckled sae fast the mom ; 
 
 Sae gallant and sae gay a swain ; 
 
 
 
 Wi' the glamour o' love she s beguiled me. 
 
 Through a' our lasses he did rove. 
 
 
 
 t-^ae I'm to be married the morn. 
 
 And reign'd resistless king of love: 
 But now wi' sighs and stiirting tears. 
 
 
 
 Already the lassie can guide me 
 
 He strays among the woods and brieis ; 
 
 
 
 To gae or to come at her ca', 
 
 Or in the glens and rocky caves. 
 
 
 
 Then what may 1 guess to betide me 
 
 His sad complaining dowie raves. 
 
 
 
 Whan she rules wi' baith love an' the law ; 
 
 
 
 
 But gudesake ! it canna be helpit. 
 
 I wha sae late did range and rove. 
 
 
 
 To mak' her my ain I ha'e sworn— 
 
 And chang'd with every moon my love. 
 
 
 
 At the kirk a' the parish was tellt it, 
 
 I little thought the time was near 
 
 
 
 Sae I'm to be married the morn. 
 
 Bepentance I should buy sae dear : 
 
 
 
 Married at last the morn- 
 
 The slighted maids my torments see. 
 
 
 
 Buckled sae fast the morn ; 
 
 And laugh at a' the pangs I dree; 
 
 
 
 At the kirk a' the parish was tellt it. 
 
 While she, my cruel, scornfu' fair. 
 
 
 
 Sue I'm to be married the morn. 
 
 Forbids me e'er to see her mair ! 
 
 
 
 An' noo sin* it canna be better 
 
 
 
 
 We'll e'en mak' the best o't we can. 
 An' sin' for a wife I maun get her. 
 
 fy 1 tmn' h^Un. 
 
 
 
 She just maun get me for a man ; 
 
 
 
 
 We dinna ken what was intended— 
 
 [Burns says that this song was very popular in 
 
 
 
 We maybe for this o't were born : 
 
 Ayrshire. He sent a copy of the words and musio 
 
 
 
 An' noo, folk, my sang maun be ended. 
 
 to Johnson for insertion in his Museum.] 
 
 
 
 For I'm to be married the morn. 
 
 
 
 
 Married at last the morn- 
 
 As I cam' doun by yon castle wa'. 
 
 
 
 Buckled sae fast the morn ; 
 
 And in by yon garden green. 
 
 
 
 An' noo, folk, my sang maun be ended. 
 
 there I spied a bonnie, bonnie lass,— 
 
 
 
 For I'm to be married the morn. 
 
 But the flower borders were us between. 
 
 
 
 
 A bonnie, bonnie lassie she was. 
 As ever mine eyes did see : 
 
 
 
 gjeamuie'^ 56si?J(0iOT. 
 
 five hundred pounds would I give. 
 For to have such a pretty bride as thee. 
 
 
 
 [This is a brief but emphatic burst of enthu- 
 
 To have such a pretty bride as me, 
 
 
 
 siasm from Burns regarding his " bonnie Jean." 
 
 Young man, ye are surely mista'en ; 
 
 
 
 It appears in the Museum to an old air com- 
 
 Though ye were king o' fair Scotland, 
 
 
 
 municated by the poet.] 
 
 1 wad disdain to be your queen. 
 
 
 
 Louis, what reck I by thee. 
 
 Talk not so very high, bonnie lass. 
 
 
 
 Or Geordie on his ocean ?— 
 
 O talk not so very, very high ; 
 
 
 
 Dyvour, beggar loons to me— 
 
 The man at the fair that wad sell. 
 
 
 
 I reign in Jeannie's bosom. 
 
 He maun learn at the man that wad buy. 
 
 
 
 Let her crown my love her law, 
 
 I trust to climb a far higher tree. 
 
 
 
 An' in her breast enthrone me: 
 
 And harry a far richer nest: 
 
 
 
 King and nations— swith, awa' 1 
 
 Tak' this advice o' me, bonnie lass. 
 
 
 
 Eeif randies, I disown j e ! { 
 
 ; Humility wad set thee best. 
 ^ 2o 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
578 
 
 SCOTTISH soiros. 
 
 #, toja'j5ti)at. 
 
 [Wbittbw by Rami at, who c»lU it ia kh Tm 
 Table Miscellany " The A«ild Man'i birt •rga- 
 ment." It i« sung to the tune of *' Widow , f 
 ye waking ?" the beginning of an oM liMettooa 
 song.] 
 
 O WHA'B that at my chamber-door? 
 
 " Fair widow, are ye waking ?" 
 Auld carle, your suit give o'er. 
 
 Your loTe lyes a' in tawking. 
 Gi'e me the lad that's youns and tigbt. 
 
 Sweet like an April mcndow ) 
 rru sic as he can bless tho sight. 
 
 And bosom of a widow. 
 
 " O widow, wilt thou let IDS is, 
 
 I'm pawky, wise and thrifty, 
 And come of a right gentle kin ; 
 
 I'm little more than flft>." 
 Daft carle, dit your mouth. 
 
 What signifies how pawky, 
 Or gentle bom ye be,— hot youth. 
 
 In lore you're but a gawky. 
 
 "Then, widow, let tk 
 
 That powerfully plead elinkan. 
 And if they foil my mouth 111 stsak. 
 
 And nae mair lore will think CO." 
 These court indeed, I maun oootai, 
 
 I think they make yon young, sir. 
 And ten times better can sa prssi 
 
 Affection, than yoor toagno, ilr. 
 
 ®tl« J^atetoell. 
 
 LAddrused by Taknarill to a Ihir one who 
 lad forsaken him. — Air, " Lord Gregory."] 
 
 Accuse me not, inconstant (air. 
 
 Of being false to thee. 
 For I was true, would still been so, 
 
 Had'st thou been true to me; 
 But when I knew thy plighted lips 
 
 Once to a rival's prest, 
 Love-smother'd independence rose. 
 
 And spurn 'd thee from my breast. 
 
 3oI)», emu Uh ttt rnoti. 
 
 [Tn too iriM " Mn, «M kto M Mw." 
 kof gw* — M"»»» tallko««ds«»«feidilt 
 I odglMlf •■«. wttk Ik* i iHpMM ofiko 
 «kac«i.MMl>tolHl. Attili B iaiBi Hi i i ,— 
 
 dwgytogHoanmiiliwilpg •otkowpla 
 
 And! 
 
 Soma wUl maka of tlMlr f 
 
 AndsaowtnioTyoa. 
 
 John. eooM kka, *ib 
 
r 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS, ^^9 
 
 
 ■^Se ^igSIsE^ Eili^^S^. ■ 
 
 i Ochon, ochon, oh, Donald, oh ! 
 Ochon, ochon, ochrie ! 
 Nae woman in this warld wide 
 
 
 
 [This pathetic lamentation was written by 
 
 Sae wretched now as me. 
 
 
 
 BuKNS in imitation of some Gaelic chant he had 
 
 
 
 
 heard with the burthen " Ochon, ochon, ochrie." 
 
 
 
 
 It is inserted in the Museum to a Gaelic air also 
 
 
 
 
 contributed by Burns. In the Jacobite Relics, 
 Hogg gives it with three additional verses, pro- 
 
 ^^^e ilmil^ fcliiemfliiu. 
 
 
 
 bably from his own pen. Of these verses, we re- 
 
 
 
 
 tain one, which forms the hist, except the chorus. 
 
 [Ramsay gives this in his Tea Table Miscellany 
 
 
 
 in the present song : the other two appear to us 
 
 as an old piece in his day. It is also be found. 
 
 
 
 to injure the pathos of the piece, and we there- 
 
 words and music, in the Orpheus Caledonius, 
 
 
 
 fore leave them out.] 
 
 1725. " The auld gudeman" means here thejirtf 
 husband.] 
 
 
 
 Oh, I'm come to the Low Countrie, 
 
 
 
 
 Ochon, ochon, ochrie ! 
 
 Lath in an evening forth I went. 
 
 
 
 Without a penny in my purse 
 
 A little before the sun gaed down; 
 
 
 
 To buy a meal to me. 
 
 And there I chanced, by accident. 
 To light on a battle new begun. 
 
 
 
 It was na sae in the Highland hills. 
 
 A man and his wife were faun in strife ; 
 
 
 
 Ochon, ochon, ochrie ! 
 
 I canna weel tell how it began ; 
 
 
 
 Nae woman in the country wiae 
 
 But aye she wail'd her wretched life. 
 
 
 
 Sae happy was as me ! 
 
 And cried ever, Alake, my auld gudeman • 
 
 
 
 For there I had a score o' kye. 
 
 Hk. 
 
 
 
 Ochon, ochon, ochrie ! 
 
 The auld gudeman that thou tells of, 
 
 
 
 Feeding on yon hill sae high. 
 
 The country kens where he was born. 
 
 
 
 And bringing milk to me. 
 
 Was but a puir silly vagabond. 
 And ilka ane leuch him to scorn ; 
 
 
 
 And there I had three score o* yowes, 
 
 For he did spend and mak' an end 
 
 
 
 Ochon, ochon, ochrie! 
 
 Of gear that his forefathers wan ; 
 
 
 
 Skipping on yon bonnie knowe8, 
 
 He gart the puir stand frae the door; 
 
 
 
 And casting woo to me. 
 
 Sae tell nae mair of thy auld gudeman. 
 
 
 
 I was the happiest o' the clan. 
 
 She. 
 
 
 
 Sair, sair may I repine ! 
 
 My heart, alake, is like to break, 
 
 
 
 For Donald was the bravest man. 
 
 When I think on my winsome John ; 
 
 
 
 And Donald he was mine. 
 
 His blinking een, and gait sae free. 
 
 Was naething like thee, thou dozcnt drone. 
 
 
 
 Till Charlie he cam' o'er at last. 
 
 His rosy face and flaxen hair. 
 
 
 
 Sae far, to set us free; 
 
 And skin as white as ony swan. 
 
 
 
 My Donald's arm was wanting then. 
 
 Was large and tall, and comely withal; 
 
 
 
 For Scotland and for me. 
 
 And thou-lt never be like my auld gudeman. 
 
 
 
 Their waefu' fate what need I tell \ 
 
 He. 
 
 
 
 Richt to the wrang did yield ; 
 
 Why dost thou pleen ? I thee mainteen ; 
 
 
 
 My Donald and his country fell 
 
 For meal and maut thou disna want; 
 
 
 
 Upon CuUoden -field. 
 
 But thy wild bees I canna please. 
 
 Now when our gear 'gins to grow scant. 
 
 
 
 Now I have nocht left me ava. 
 
 Of household stuff thou hast enough; 
 
 
 
 Ochon, ochon, ochrie ! 
 
 Thou wants fur neither pot nor pan ; 
 
 
 
 But bonnie orphan lad-weans twa. 
 
 Of siclike ware he left thee bare: 
 
 
 
 To seek their bread wi' me. ^ 
 
 ^ Sae tell me nae mair of thy auJd gudeman. 
 
 
 
 
 1 
 
580 
 
 Bm. 
 Yes, I may tell, and fret myteV, 
 
 To think on the blythe days I baJ. 
 When he and I thegither Uy 
 
 In arms, into a weel-made bed. 
 But now I sigh, and may b* ad ; 
 
 Thy courage it cauld, thy eolCNV «•■{ 
 Thou fituidi thy feet, and Iktmikatft 
 
 And thoul't never b* IT 
 
 Then eoming waa the aldit mm 4nk, 
 
 And gane waa a' the Ueht of dagr ; 
 The eaile was fcarM to mte hie matk. 
 
 And theretee wad dm kafv ettty. 
 Then ap he gat, and he faa his way j 
 
 I trow the wUb the day the was. 
 And aye the owerwotd o' the ftay 
 
 Waa ever, AhJw, my aold | 
 
 ®f)e tstars panl) o' tob. 
 
 iTu ^oraa of thh Mac aai MM tiM an « 
 he net was fhmUMd bf Bvaas fer «ba MaOTa 
 
 Taa weary paad, te weary paad. 
 
 The wcaiy pvad o" tow t 
 I thought my wUb wad ead her lift 
 
 Before the epaa her tow. 
 
 I boogbt my wift a etene o^ Unt, 
 
 As good ae e'er did grow. 
 And a' that she could mak' o' that 
 
 Waa a« weary pond o" tow. 
 The weary piond, 4m. 
 
 There lat a bottle tn a bole, 
 
 Ayont the ingle low, 
 And aye she tool( the Uther eook. 
 
 To drook the ttoury tow. 
 The weary pund, &c 
 
 For thame, eaid I, yon dirty dame, 
 
 Gae ipin your tap o* tow : 
 She took the roke, and, wi' a knock. 
 
 She brak' it ower my pow. 
 The weary pund, Ice. 
 
 At length her fE«t— I lang to lee It— 
 Gaed foremost ower the knowe ; 
 
 And ere I wed another jade 
 I'll wallop in a tow. 
 Tlie weaiy pund, Stc 
 
 (Oat&ewAT TA«leadilalHMabaa«aMaHi«rt 
 
 I gypHytaOaUawiverthaaaaaerTkaiaaallar* 
 
 •hall, aosne «r whaee daHMsdaala aaa Hfll ha 
 
 I tiaead, We eaaaat ^Mk ae to the i«i aT liw 
 
 eeag,hathiOiniiaari>riiJi%IM.LatoBaeh, 
 
 ~ M**«anMae«ke«tilaaraaair. 
 
 i«f gMiiili a»d ( 
 
 oc 
 
 Bekka^thei 
 
 Aad thai'e Uw MilM «r teOavaf Thail 
 
 ^int ^iDiU « waft. 
 
 VI 9^ 
 
 AadOgtohawMcrail, 
 Pt» aa Mi Miy BlgM at e>a 
 Be fat ay aad pat te ^mL 
 
 They toai^ht to Mai a «iie riM^ 
 
 Car tok' thaa i 
 
 Bat then^ aae Mai la a* the haato, 
 What wU w« da, toy iawal ? 
 
 0«t ap the powk aad ehaha It aat, 
 I wtaaa wmat aay grwL 
 
 Bat theN^ aae aOk la a* the heaee. 
 Saryetasfaake^iMli 
 
 Qaa warn It la the Mcbt o* the aMua* 
 ^ I wlaaa west mf graaL 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 DSl 
 
 O lake-a-day for my first wife, 
 
 Wha was baith white and rosie. 
 She cheer'd me aye at e'ening la' 
 
 Wi' something warm and cozie : 
 Farewell to pleasant draps o' drink. 
 
 To butter brose and gruel : 
 And farewell to my first sweet wife, 
 
 My caunie Nancy Newell. 
 
 [Burns. — Tune, " Robie donna Goraek." Mr. 
 Riddell of Gleuriddel also composed an air to this 
 sang. " The poet," says Allan Cunningham, 
 " imagined himself in a distant land ; and recall- 
 ing the romantic hills and lovely valleys of Niths- 
 dale, as he mused, composed this sweet song. 
 The Comyns 'once had high command' in the 
 district : one of their strong places was at Castle- 
 dykes, immediately below Dumfries : another was 
 at Dalswinton, a spot of great beauty, now the 
 residence of one more than worthy of being its 
 proprietor — James Macalpine Leny, Esq. Part 
 of Comyn's Castle was standing as late as the year 
 1794. The walls were twelve feet thick, composed 
 of hewn free-stone, and cemented with rnor tar of 
 such strength that the stones separated any where 
 save at the joints. The castle had evidently been 
 consumed by fire. Opposite Dalswinton stands 
 The Isle, an old tower surrounded by gardens 
 and orchards. Ellisland is farther up the Nith ; 
 with Friars-Carse, and Blackwood, the property 
 of William Copland, descended from John Cop- 
 land who took David Bruce prisoner in the battle 
 of Durham. The house of Blackwood stands on 
 a bend of the stream ; behind is a lofty hill studded 
 with fine clumps of natural wood, the relics of 
 the old Caledonian forest; before it the Nith 
 winds along a rich extent of holmland; while 
 iowards the north, in the middle of the high road 
 from Glasgow, grows that magnificent oak called 
 the ' Three Brethren.' Three straight, tall shafts 
 spring up at an equal distance from each other, 
 and it is believed that they unite in the ground 
 below : they are of similar girth : the branches of 
 each are perfectly alike; and the peasantry say 
 there is not a bough nor a leaf on one but the 
 same will be found on the other. The three, at a 
 distance, ieem one vast tree, o^a conical shape. "J ^ 
 
 The Thames flows proudly to the sea. 
 
 Where royal cities stately stand; 
 But sweeter flows the Nith, to me. 
 
 Where Cummins ance had high command ; 
 When shall I see that honour'd land. 
 
 That winding stream I love so dear I 
 Must wayward fortune's adverse hand 
 
 For ever, ever keep me here ? 
 
 How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales, 
 
 Where spreading hawthorns gaily bloom ! 
 How sweetly wind thy sloping dales. 
 
 Where lambkins wanton through the broom! 
 Though wandering, now, must be my doom. 
 
 Far from thy bonnie banks and braes. 
 May there my latest hours consume, 
 
 Amang the friends of early days ' 
 
 '^Jic Gallant nmhn. 
 
 [Writtkx by Burns for Johnson's Museum, 
 where it appears set to a fine air called " The 
 Weaver's March." The Cart flows through Pais- 
 ley, celebrated for its productions of the loom ; 
 and it is said that "a gallant weaver" there, 
 named Robert AVilson, offered his hand in mar- 
 riage to Jean Armour, at the time when she was 
 obliged to seek refuge with a relation in that town, 
 to avoid the efifects of her father's displesisui-e. 
 In these days, a weaver was considered superior 
 in station to a husbandman ; and Burns was at 
 first deeply jealous of his Paisley rival ; but he 
 afterwards, when Jean proved her fidelity, laughed 
 over the subject — and the present song was in all 
 probability suggested by reminiscences of this 
 passage in his life.] 
 
 Where Cart rins rowin' to the sea, 
 By mony a flow'r and spreading tree, 
 There lives a lad, the lad for me. 
 
 He is a gallant weaver. 
 Oh, I had wooers aught or nine. 
 They gied me rings and ribbons fine ; 
 And I was fear'd my heart would tine, 
 
 And I gied it to the weaver. 
 
 My daddie sign'd my tocher-band. 
 To gi'e the lad that has the land; 
 But to my heart I'll add my hand. 
 And gi'e it to the weaver. 
 
582 
 
 WhUe bird! rQoic« in le«fy b<m«»»; 
 While beet delight In op'nlng " 
 While corn grow* green In 
 m low my gmllant weaTer. 
 
 mngtatefttl i^aniiU . 
 
 [This wm a popaUr tong dnrtag tlM maif part 
 efUut century, and may be qaotod ■ 
 ble specimen of the Cuhkmabte pMlorBl whkh 
 then prerailed. The aotbor, Chabmb Bamb- 
 TO!«, Lord Binniko, eldwt tim of ThooMilxth 
 earl of Haddington, wa» born In th* y*u ISM, 
 and died at Naples in 1733.] 
 
 Dm ever twain a nymph ador* 
 
 Aa I angratefol Nannla do ? 
 Was ever ahepherdl b««ft ao •or*? 
 
 Wai ever broken heart ao true ? 
 My cheekt are iweU'd with tMrs; b«l dM 
 Haa nerer shed a tear for ma. 
 
 If Nannie eallM. did Eobia w»Mf, 
 Or linger when aha bad* mmwmm? 
 
 She only had a word to aajr. 
 
 And all the aak-d waa qoMIr ^M*. 
 
 I alwaya thought OB liar; bat ah* 
 
 Would n«'«r baatow a thoa^lM «• to*. 
 
 To let her oowa my dovw teala. 
 Hare I not roae by break of day? 
 
 When did her hellera «v«r AmI, 
 If Robin in hia yard had hay ? 
 
 Though to my flclds they waieooM wa i a, 
 
 I never welcome waa to har. 
 
 If Nannie erer lost a theep, 
 
 I cheerfully did gire her two. 
 Did not her Iambs in safety sleep. 
 
 Within my folds in frost and anow? 
 Have they not there fW>m cold baaa ftaa ? 
 But Nannie still is cold to me. 
 
 Whene'er I climb'd oar orchard tnaa. 
 The ripest firuit was kept for Nan : 
 
 Oh, how these hands that drown'd har bcca 
 Were stung ! I '11 ne'er forget tha pain : 
 
 Sweet were the combs as sweet could ba; 
 
 Bnt Nannie ne'er look'd aweet on ma. 
 
 lfVanl»««MBa 
 IfooraMiftoaMrfM^k 
 
 111 haaf OM la kar apavi H 
 
 I'll ntUx lobf ttee more. 
 
 (Tntaliti 
 
 ba aaag to tka aM taM af ** Ohavjr OhMa.*] 
 
 MTitof aaia«^rla»a,lpf 
 
 TiMt Httla «aaM aflhaa 
 
 Ba §avaffs^ fey sa aikav a^aa^f 
 
 Bat paaaai toaaanhgrt 
 WmWtimttdm 
 
 bHHaiMBaiiliafefcai 
 
 AaAliiaallii la 
 
 ABdlvrtOiali 
 
 MytlMMclitodMa 
 
 A H«al oa mj Uwuai. 
 
 Orhlid 
 
 Wko daiaa ae« pa« M to tfia toMfe^ 
 TvfalaarlaaaHalL 
 
1 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 533 
 
 
 But 1 wUl reign, and govern still, ^ 
 
 pity my case, I was terribly raw. 
 
 
 
 And always give the law. 
 
 And she was a terrible Tartar ; 
 
 
 
 And have each subject at my will, 
 
 She spak about " measures" and " takin' the law,'" 
 
 
 
 And all to stand in awe : 
 
 And I set mysel' down for a martyr, a martyr. 
 
 
 
 But 'gainst my batt'ries if I find 
 
 And I set mysel' down for a martjT. 
 
 
 
 Thou storm or vex me sore. 
 
 
 
 
 As if thou set me as a blind. 
 
 Weel ! I buckled wi' Meg, an' the blythe honey 
 
 
 
 I'll never love thee more. 
 
 moon 
 Scarce was owre when the Widow, I met her. 
 
 
 
 And in the empire of thy heart. 
 
 She girningly whisper'd, " Hech ! weel ha'e ye 
 
 
 
 "WTiere I should solely be. 
 
 dune. 
 
 
 
 If others should pretend a part. 
 
 But tent me lad I can do better, do better. 
 
 
 
 Or dare to share with me ; 
 
 But tent me lad I can do better:— 
 
 
 
 Op committees if thou erect. 
 
 
 
 
 Or go on such a score. 
 
 ' Gin ye canna get berries put up wi' the hools,' " 
 
 
 
 I'll smiling mock at thy neglect. 
 
 Her proverb I countit a blether. 
 
 
 
 And never love thee more. 
 
 But,— widows for ever for hookin' auld fules,— 
 Neist week she was cryed wi' my feyther, my fey- 
 
 
 
 But if no faithless action stain 
 
 ther! 
 
 
 
 Thy love and constant word, 
 
 Neist week she was cryed wi' my feyther • 
 
 
 
 I'll make thee famous by my pen. 
 
 
 
 
 And glorious by my sword. 
 
 
 
 
 I'll serve thee in such noble ways. 
 
 
 
 
 As ne'er were known before ; 
 I'll deck and crown my head with bays. 
 
 ^fji2 Wxm% 0' MaII®c|)iEg!e. 
 
 
 
 And love thee evermore. 
 
 [Written by Burks in 1788, and set to musio 
 by his friend Allan Masterton. Ballochmyle, 
 
 
 
 
 before it came into the hands of Mr. Alexander, 
 was the seat of the Whitefoord family, and the 
 
 
 
 ftig OTi^oto ^ikiEE^r. 
 
 song was written as a farewell to the family resi- 
 dence. The Maria mentioned in the song was 
 the eldest daughter of Sir John Whitefoord. She 
 
 
 
 [Thomas C. Lattc— Air, " The Lothian Las- 
 
 afterwards became Mrs. Cranston. Caleb White- 
 
 
 
 sie."] 
 
 foord, celebrated by Goldsmith in his poem of 
 '• The Retaliation," belonged to this family.] 
 
 
 
 TEB days when I strutted (to think o't I'm sad) 
 
 
 
 
 The heir to a cosy bit mailen. 
 
 The Catrine woods were yellow seen. 
 
 
 
 When sly "Widow Skinner gat round me, the jaud! 
 
 The flowers decay'd on Catrine lea. 
 
 
 
 For she thocht my auld daddy was failin', was 
 
 Nae lav'rock sang on hillock green. 
 
 
 
 failin'. 
 
 But nature sicken'd on the e'e. 
 
 
 
 For she thocht my auld daddy was fjaillin'. 
 
 Through faded groves Maria sang, 
 Hersel' in beauty's bloom the while. 
 
 
 
 I promised to tak' her for better for worse, 
 
 And aye the wild- wood echoes rang. 
 
 
 
 Though sma' was my chance to be happy. 
 
 Fareweel the Braes 0' Ballochmyle! 
 
 
 
 For I found she had courted na me but my purse. 
 
 
 
 
 What's waur— that she liket a drappy, a drappy. 
 
 Low in your wintry beds, ye flowers. 
 
 
 
 What's waur that she liket a drappy. 
 
 Again ye'll flourish fresh and fair ; 
 Ye burdies dumb, in with'ring bowers. 
 
 
 
 Then ae nicht at a kirn I saw Maggy Hay, 
 
 Again ye'll charm the vocal air. 
 
 
 
 To see her was straight to adore her ; 
 
 But here, alas ! for me nae mair 
 
 
 
 The Widow look'd blue when I pass'd her neistday. 
 
 Shall birdie charm, or floweret smile; 
 
 
 
 An' waited na e'en to speer for her, speer for her, 
 
 Fareweel, the bonnie banks of Ayr, 
 
 
 
 An' waited na e'en to speer for her. i 
 
 5 Fareweel, fareweel ! sweet Ballochmylp 
 
 1 
 
 
 
584 
 
 It^IadtfotD ?^in. 
 
 4 IlMMMMl«mtety« 
 
 Thb man wha lne« Wr nAtore^ « 
 Let him gae to BUekford hUl { 
 
 And wander there amang tlM mai^h 
 Or down aside the rill ; 
 
 That murmuring throofh tbt pMM play*. 
 And banks whar dainee ipflBf : 
 
 While, flrae ilk bosh and trm, thu bM« 
 
 The Untie the sharp titbit wu4 1 
 
 The laverock tenor pit|t: 
 The blackbird an4 tbt matli jobi 
 
 To form a tolemn bate ; 
 Sweet echo the load air reptata. 
 
 Till a' the valley rinft: 
 WhUe odonma tetntt tbt wtttUa' wk 
 
 Frat thn — n i l wIM Iw wt fcrtag l 
 
 Theh 
 
 In ehadj eortrt litt, 
 Frae pridt and IbllTt noliy yMUi4a 
 
 Fit reftigt Ibr tht wlat{ 
 Wha thtrt may ttady at thty Hil, 
 
 And pleatorat tutt al wlll» 
 Yet never leaTt tht tarfad boaada 
 
 Ofb 
 
 ^it bloom jbati) fltD. 
 
 [WnXIAM MOTHBBirKLU] 
 
 Trk bloom hath fl«d thy cheek Mary, 
 Aa spring's rath bloHomt dlt. 
 
 And sadness hath o'ershadowtd aofw 
 Thy once bright eye ; 
 
 But, look on me, the prints oTgrftT 
 Still deeper lie. 
 Farewell ! 
 
 Thy lips are pale and mute, Mary, 
 
 Thy step is sad and slow. 
 The mom of gladness hath gone by 
 
 Thou erst did know ; 
 I, too, am changed like thet, and wttp 
 
 For Tery woe. 
 
 FaitwtUl 
 
 9u%i ibout tit GItM. 
 
 Aa* aak* tha alMMtti* iMl* |i^ t 
 
 For a* 
 
 TbtbtttaadlMliaa 
 
 WIstrMabastftad 
 
 iryvacaabtMstlthi 
 Xt^dttoHtlllhaa 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 585 
 
 
 Comrades, fill your glass wi' me ; ^> 
 
 
 
 Let U8 drink, and laugh, and sing: 
 
 
 
 
 "Whan ye merry are and ree. 
 Fear not to drink out your glee; 
 
 ^ %ulM^. 
 
 
 
 New delights the morn will bring. 
 
 [Alex. A. Ritchie.] 
 
 
 
 
 SAFELY sleep, my bonnie bairn ! 
 
 Rock'd on this breast o' mine ; 
 
 The heart that beats sae sair within, 
 
 
 
 #Eg %^m ^u uwuu. 
 
 "WUl not awaken tliine. 
 Lie still, lie still, ye canker'd thoughts ! 
 
 
 
 [Robert Jamikson.] 
 
 That such late watches keep ; 
 An' if ye break the mother's heart. 
 
 
 
 BLESSINGS attend my sweet wee laddie. 
 
 Yet let the baby sleep. 
 
 
 
 That blinks sae bonnily now on my knee ; 
 
 
 
 
 And thousands o' blessings attend on his daddie. 
 
 Sleep on, sleep on, my ae, ae bairn ! 
 
 
 
 Tho' far awa' now frae his babie and me. 
 
 Nor look sae wae on me. 
 As if ye felt the bitter tear 
 
 
 
 It's aft ha'e I sitten, and sair ha'e I grutten. 
 
 That blin's thy mother's e'e. 
 
 
 
 Till blear'd and blinded wi' tears was my e'e; 
 
 
 
 
 And aft I bethought me, how dearly I've bought 
 
 Dry up, dry up, ye saut, saut tears. 
 
 
 
 thee; 
 
 Lest on my bairn ye dreep ; 
 
 
 
 For dear hast thou been, and dear art thou to 
 
 An' break in silence, waefu' heart. 
 
 
 
 me. 
 
 An' let my baby sleep. 
 
 
 
 Yet blessings attend, &c. 
 
 
 
 
 lanely and weary, cauld, friendless, and dreary. 
 
 
 
 
 To me the wide warld's a wilderness a' ; 
 
 
 
 
 Yet still ae dear blossom I clasp to my bosom. 
 And oh ! 'tis sae sweet— like the joy that's awaM 
 
 '^i^ W>umf2x* 
 
 
 
 And blessings attend, &c. 
 
 [John Donald Carrick.] 
 
 
 
 1 "When thou lyest sleeping I hang o'er thee weep- 
 
 
 
 
 ing. 
 
 Some rail against drinking, and say 'tis a sin 
 
 
 
 And bitter the tears that thy slumbers bedew; 
 
 To tipple the juice of the vine; 
 
 
 
 Yet thy innocence smiling, sae sweetly beguiling. 
 
 But as tis allow'd that we all have our faults. 
 
 
 
 Half mak's me forget that I sorrow e'er knew. 
 
 I wish no other fault may be mine. 
 
 
 
 And blessings attend, &e. 
 
 But mark me, good fellows, I don't mean to say. 
 That always to tipple is right; 
 
 
 
 Then smile, my sweet laddie — gmlle like thy 
 
 But 'tis wisdom to drown the dull cares of the 
 
 
 
 daddie ; 
 
 day. 
 
 
 
 My heart will be light tho' the tear's in my e'e; 
 
 In a bowl with old cronies at night. 
 
 
 
 1 canna believe he will ever deceive me. 
 
 
 
 
 Sae leal and sae kind as he kythed aye to be. 
 
 See yon husbandman labours with care on the 
 
 
 
 And blessings attend, &c. 
 
 plain. 
 Yet his face is lit up with a smile. 
 
 
 
 And 0, "mid mymourning to see him returning!— 
 
 For the whisp'rings of hope tell again and again. 
 
 
 
 Wi' thee to his arms, when with rapture I Hy— 
 
 That harvest rewards all his toil. 
 
 
 
 Come weal or come wae then, nae fear I can ha'e 
 
 Just so 'tis with us, though we labour with pain. 
 
 
 
 then. 
 
 Yet we hear with unmingled delight. 
 
 
 
 And wha'll be sae blest as my babie and 1 1 
 
 The whisp'rings of hope tell again and again. 
 
 
 
 Then blessings attend, &c. ^ 
 
 ^ Of a harvest of pleasure at night. 
 
 
 
 
686 
 
 SC0TTI8B lOVOS. 
 
 How soothing it is, when we hamper it ap» ' 
 
 To a friend on a far distant shore. 
 Or how sweetly it tastes, when we flaroor tba enp* 
 
 With the name of the maid we adore ! 
 Then here's to the maid, then, and here's to th* 
 friend. 
 
 May they always proTe tree to their 
 3Iay their days glide as smooth and •■ 
 round. 
 
 As the bumpers we pledge til 
 
 ^f)Du glooms Jjrfbettoat. 
 
 [Tbb first stanxa of this eoDf Is a tnrmtni by 
 Tamnahill : the others are by PaTaics Bocaan.] 
 
 Thou cauld gloomy Feberwar, 
 
 Oh > gin thou wert awa' I 
 I'm wae to hear thy soughin' wiada, 
 
 I'm wae to see thy snaw i 
 For my bonnie braw yoang RMaaiBMBt 
 
 The lad I lo'e sae dear. 
 Has Tow'd to come and sse om. 
 
 In the spring o' the year. 
 
 A silken ban' he gae ma, 
 
 To bin' my guwden hair; 
 A siller broodi and tartan piald, 
 
 A' for his sake to wear: 
 And oh ! my heart was like to bceak, 
 
 (For partin' sorrows salr,) 
 As he Tow'd to come and see me. 
 
 In the spring o' the year. 
 
 Aft. aft as gloaming dbna the sky, 
 
 I wander out alane, 
 Whare buds the bonnie yellow whine. 
 
 Around the trystin* staoe: 
 rrwas there he prees'd roe to hit heart. 
 
 And kias'd awa' the tear. 
 As he Tow'd to oome and see me. 
 
 In the spring o' the year. 
 
 Ye gentle breexes safUy bhiw. 
 
 And deed anew the wuds; 
 Ye lav'rocks lilt your cheery sange, 
 
 Amang the fleecy cluds i 
 fill Feberwar and a' his train. 
 
 Affrighted disappear — 
 I'll hail wi- you the biythsome change. 
 
 The spring-time o' the year. 
 
 3«Iis. 
 
 TDvoaUi Ml 
 
 Willi tmymum (liw— iimIIhIiIi 
 Tke ttewweti »«■ fMtfkM AapM Ml 
 
 Sftc Scceibft. 
 
 Tetfcwr^udMiaMUM. 
 Tte IMM •* imM WaMy IfeHMg, 
 WbUaOollBMWiahMi 
 Ini 
 
 ▲ ledthatga«*ri«iilB| 
 Be dally wooM, 
 And etm iiiif— w^ 
 Tin Iw does aD, mi IM «aa al^ 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 587 
 
 But soon as he has gain'd the bliss. 
 
 Away then does he run, 
 And hardly will afford a kiss. 
 To silly me undone : 
 Bonnie Katy, 
 Maggy, Beaty, 
 Avoid the roving swain. 
 His wyly tongue 
 Be sure to shun, 
 Or you like me, or you like me. 
 Like me will be undone. 
 
 ^(Qi 'Exm^. 
 
 To arms ! to arms ! to arms, my lads ! 
 To arms ! to arms ! to arms I 
 
 Care, that canker 'd loon. 
 
 Is lurking in the town 
 To charge us wi' fierce alarms. 
 
 To arms ! to arms ! to arms, my lads I 
 To quell his hatefu' power. 
 By way of a shield. 
 This bowl we will wield. 
 The liquor will soon gar him skour. 
 
 Charge, charge, charge, charge, charge him 
 home, my lads ! [flees ! 
 
 Charge him home, charge him home, see he 
 A glass in your hand. 
 Care never will stand. 
 
 You may kill him whenever you please. 
 
 [Fraombkt from Herd's Collection.] 
 
 Therk gaed a fair maiden out to walk 
 In a sweet morning of July ; 
 
 She was gay, bonnie, coy, and young. 
 But met wi' a lad unruly. 
 
 He took her by the lily-white hand. 
 And swore he looM her truly ; 
 
 The man forgot but the maid thought o 
 O it was in the month of July I 
 
 [David Veddkr.— From the Edinburgh Lite- 
 rary Gazette.] 
 
 Sweet is the dawn of vernal morn. 
 
 And doubly sweet to me 
 That moment when the lamp of day 
 
 Emerges from the sea. 
 And lightens up the glowing skies 
 As erst he lighted paradise. 
 
 But sweeter far to view thy fece 
 
 Suffused with beauty's glow ; 
 'Tis Uke the morning's rosy rays 
 
 Shining on Alpine snow, — 
 And, oh ! the radiance of those eyes 
 To me, is more than paradise. 
 
 Oh, sweet the mavis' matin hymn — 
 
 The merle's song at even ; 
 And sweet the lark's wild melody 
 
 When soaring up to heaven ; 
 But music sweeter than thy voice 
 Was never heard in paradise. 
 
 Oh, Mary ! let one heavenly ray 
 Beam from thy beauteous face, 
 
 'Twill light my clouded spirit up. 
 And fill my soul with peace ; 
 
 •Twill dissipate my mental gloom. 
 
 And round me paradise shall bloom. 
 
 [Alex. Eodoer.] 
 
 Sanct Mungo wals ane famous sanct. 
 
 And ane cantye carle wals hee. 
 He drank o' ye Molendinar burne, 
 
 Quhan bettere hee culdna prie 1 
 
 Zit quhan he could gette stronger cheeze. 
 
 He neuer wals wattere drye, 
 Butte dranke o' ye streame o' ye wimpland 
 worme, 
 
 And loot ye burne rynne bye. 
 
588 
 
 Sanct Mango w«Is ane inerr7« ■inct. 
 
 And menyle bee mng ; 
 Qufaaneoer hee Ultit app* hjt iprjiif** 
 
 Ye very Fiire P^ke mag; 
 Butte thoch bee w«ele eold Ultud «r«f^ 
 
 And mak' vweet inelodTe, 
 He chauntit aye ye baoldeet etmynaa, 
 
 Quhan prjmed wi* barlye-bce*. 
 
 Sanct Mungo waU ane godlye tanrt, 
 
 Farre-e&nted for godlye deedJa. 
 And grete deljte bee daylye Uwk 
 
 Inn eoontynge owre b>i beadls. 
 Zit I, Sanct Mango's yoongMto Haac, 
 
 Can count als welle ale bee; 
 Butte ye beadia quilk 1 like bcM to coont 
 
 Are y« bcwlle o* bartye<4>raa. 
 
 Sanct Mungo wala ane Jolly »net>- 
 
 Sae weele bee lykit fude ill, 
 Thatte quhylea beeatayncde byeqabyto 
 
 Wi* dribblands o* ye etUI j 
 Butte I, bU matot onirordy* w i, 
 
 Haue gane ala Aurt •!• hm. 
 For ance I tynde my gannento ikbHib 
 
 Throucb loft o' bar|y*-b«M. 
 
 'Sit Autm £ilt. 
 
 [BoaxsT Jamiwoii.] 
 
 TnB rroMcA ttnit tbc dowit heart 
 
 The Jvmm tttne the balnile. 
 The made for a hangry wame 
 li grinding o' the qocrata. 
 And Iocs me o' my UtUe qoeralet 
 
 Grind the gradden, grind It: 
 We'll a' get crowdle whan It** done 
 . And bannocks tteere to bind It. 
 
 The married man hia Joy may prise ; 
 
 The lover prise his arlea ; 
 But L-in the quemie gangna round. 
 
 They baith will loon be sarcless. 
 Sae loes me. Sic 
 
 The whisky gars the bark o* lift 
 
 Drive merrily and rarely: 
 Bat graddan is the ballast gars 
 
 It steady gang and fkirl>. 
 Then Iocs DM, &e. 
 
 Asi4 «|>tlis* hut Mi taa %• I 
 LM tast tfM ^wff«i» phV. «kigr1i «>• 
 
 ^lPfftiH«|. 
 
 Thek 
 
 Ami Mltte rOi. Bht Ssiaff I 
 61s 
 
 VbIs«««Im«<» 
 
 Otm1bmd,taa4hmtt,wmncmnl 
 Tha« Mat, aif •«« 4mr Magj, aMM^ 
 
 Myan — s^thlfrtwiisliMgt 
 Aad la yaa tin nwlag haa thwm ifcai». 
 
 The gin ahu laa<— pa asar, 
 I'll tsO to thee viy kepM aa« ibaia. 
 
 AadlfthMigtv^Mk 
 

 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. .58^^ 
 
 J. 1 
 
 
 4 
 
 
 
 
 [From a collection of the last century.] 
 
 [William Thom of Inverurj.] 
 
 
 
 On Braxfleld Braes, amang the broom. 
 
 When a' ither bairnies are hush'd to their hame. 
 
 
 
 How happie ha'e I been ! 
 
 By aunty, or cousin, or frecky grand-dame, 
 
 
 
 When June gard a' the meadows blume. 
 
 Wha stands last an' lanely, an' sairly forfaiin ? 
 
 
 
 And clad the woods in green. 
 
 'Tis the puir dowie laddie— the mitherless bairn 1 
 
 
 
 Owre Gallitudlum to the burn 
 
 The mitherless bairn ie creeps to his lane bed. 
 
 
 
 How miriie did I rove ! 
 
 Nane covers his cauld back, or haps his bare head; 
 
 
 
 My steps by pleasant Clyde to turn, 
 
 His wee hackit heelies are hard as the aim. 
 
 
 
 Or sit in Willie's cove. 
 
 An' lithless the lair o* the mitherless bairn! 
 
 
 
 To catch the menon or the eel 
 
 Aneath his cauld brow, siecan dreams hover there. 
 
 
 
 Wi' artless hook I tried ; 
 
 0' hands that wont kindly to kaim his dark hair! 
 
 
 
 Then owr the heuchs and craigs to speel 
 
 But mornin' brings clutches, a' reckless an' stern. 
 
 
 
 Wi' eager haste L hied. 
 
 That lo'e na the locks o' tlie mitherless bairn ! 
 
 
 
 Syne ran the Unties nest to see, 
 
 The sister wha sang o'er his saftly rock'd bed. 
 
 
 
 Or plaie at penny stane. 
 
 Now rests in the mools whare their maramie is 
 
 
 
 Ah, days of youth, how sweet are ye! 
 
 laid; 
 
 
 
 But ye ne er cum again ! 
 
 While the father toils sair his wee bannock to 
 An* kens na the wrangs o' his mitherless bairn. 
 
 
 
 ^uiuU of ^n lia^^* 
 
 Her spirit that pass'd in yon hour of his birth. 
 Still watches his lone lorn wand 'rings on earth. 
 
 
 
 Whoe'kk beholds my Helen's face. 
 
 Recording in heaven the blessings they earn. 
 
 
 
 And says not that good hap has she ; 
 
 Wha couthilie deal wi- the mitherless bairn ! 
 
 
 
 Who hears her speak, and tents her grace. 
 
 
 
 
 Sail think nane ever spake but she. 
 
 Oh I speak him na harshly— he trembles the while. 
 
 
 
 The short way to resound her praise. 
 
 He bends to your bidding, and blesses your smile: — 
 
 
 
 She is the fairest of her days. 
 
 
 
 
 Who knows her wit, and not admires. 
 
 That God deals the blow for the mitherless bairn! 
 
 
 
 He maun be deem'd devoid of skill ; 
 
 
 
 
 Her virtues kindle strong desires 
 
 
 
 
 In them that think upon her still. 
 
 
 
 
 The short way, &c. 
 
 #maia Umit umm. 
 
 
 
 Her red is like unto the rose 
 
 
 
 
 Whase buds are op'ning to the sun, 
 
 [From the Tea-TaWe Miscellany.] 
 
 
 
 Her comely colours do disclose 
 
 
 
 
 The first degree of ripeness won. 
 
 As I went forth to view the spring. 
 
 
 
 The short way, &c. 
 
 Which Flora had adorned 
 In raiment fair; now every thing 
 
 
 
 And with the red is mixt the white. 
 
 The rage of winter scorned; 
 
 
 
 Like to the sun and fair moonshine. 
 
 1 cast mine eye, and did espy 
 
 
 
 That does upon clear waters hght, 
 
 A youth who made great clamour; 
 
 
 
 And makes the colour seem divine. 
 
 And drawing nigh I heard him cry. 
 
 
 
 The short way, &c. ^ 
 
 ', Ah ! Omnia vincit amor. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
500 
 
 Upoo his breast he lay along, 
 
 Hard by a munn'ring rirer. 
 And mournfully his doleful song 
 
 With sighs he did deliver; 
 Ah ! Jeany's Csce w«i oonnely fT*e«, 
 
 Her locks that shine Uke Ummer, 
 With burning rays have cot any daj« 
 
 For Omnia Tindt amor. 
 
 Her glancy een Uke coineti 
 
 The morning »an outshining. 
 Have caught my heart In Oipidi net. 
 
 And makes me die with pining. 
 DuTst I complain, nature^ to Maine, 
 
 80 curiously to flrame her. 
 Whose beauties rare make me, with 
 
 Cry, Omnia vineit amor. 
 
 Te crystal streams that swiftly glide, 
 
 fie partners of my mourning, 
 Te fragrant fields and meadows wide, 
 
 C!ondemn her Ibr her ■eomhag; 
 Let every tree a witncae be. 
 
 How justly I may blame her; 
 Te chanting birds, note tfaeee my 
 
 Ah ! Omnia vineit amor. 
 
 Had she been kind as she waa lUr, 
 
 She long had been admirad. 
 And been ador'd for virtuee ran, 
 
 Wh' of Ufe now makes bm tifed. 
 Thus said, his breath besan to Ihll, 
 
 He could not speak, but ■tammcr t 
 He sigh'd tail sore, and aaM no mofv. 
 
 But Omnia vineit amor. 
 
 When I obeerv'd him near to death, 
 
 1 run in haste to save him. 
 But quickly he resign'd his breath, 
 
 60 deep the wound love gave him. 
 Now for her salce this vow 111 mahe. 
 
 My tongue shall aye deihme her. 
 While on his hearse I'll write this ven 
 
 Ah ! Omnia vineit amor. 
 
 Straight I consider'd in my mind 
 
 Upon the matter rightly. 
 And found, though Cupid he be blind* 
 
 He proves in pith most mighty. 
 For warlike Man, and thund'ring Jove, 
 
 And Vulcan with his iiammer. 
 Did ever prove the slaves of love { 
 
 For Omnia vineit amor. 
 
 It wMn* tk* Mm IhM k* m^ ■• at pMltai. 
 S«r yet Ike ktad eqMsne thot Im »^» lo ■ 
 
 Thet— fthatl — owwIiiill M llWIW WWI 
 It ptenMd rae, iBdead. kiil It doitMid aqr P 
 «lrf^«MUB —" 
 
 I dioMB'i i^ ike M l g M Ifcl ■qr.WMMoi— wl'i 
 Bne kind •• kle JeMli, •« MsttiBf «• tan. 
 
 And telfd roe I s 
 
 I hii-* SM kodf now to look Mai Mti 4WW M 
 I look fcr oMead. bot BOO fttaad MB I H* t 
 I dinna ken wkafe 10 beeavo o^ poor Je«lej 
 ^ The wnridkaeMtUemolr i liiiiiifcrwo. 
 

 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 591 
 
 
 It's lang sin' I lost baith my father an' mother, ^ At morning when music is loud in the sky. 
 
 
 
 I'm simple an' poor, an' forlorn on the way ; 
 
 An' dew, like bright pearls, on roses' lips lie. 
 
 
 
 I had ane that I likit, an only dear brother. 
 
 We'll saunter in joy where the lang shadows fa'. 
 
 
 
 My Willie— but he's lying cauld i' the clay. 
 
 'Mang the sweet-scented groves around Sandy- 
 
 
 
 
 ford ha'. 
 
 
 
 ^HE^gfor^ '^u\ 
 
 ^Je JEai^ o' IM^mtt^^e^ 
 
 
 
 [Andrkw Park.— Air, ** Laird o' Cockpen."] 
 
 [Alex. Laino.— Air, " tell me the way for 
 
 
 
 Ye'll a' get a bidding to Sandyford ha'. 
 
 to woo."— Here first published.] 
 
 
 
 Ye'U a' get a bidding to Sandyford ha'; 
 
 
 
 
 When summer returns wi' her blossoms sae 
 
 SWEET is the calm dewy gloaming. 
 
 
 
 braw. 
 
 When saftly, by Rossie-wood brae. 
 
 
 
 Ye'U a' get a bidding to Sandyford ha'. 
 
 The merle an' mavis are hymning ! 
 The e'en o' the lang summer's day ! 
 
 
 
 This dwelling though humble is airy and clean. 
 
 An' sweet are the moments, when o'er the blue 
 
 
 
 Wi' a hale hearty wifle baith honest and bien. 
 
 ocean. 
 
 
 
 An' a big room below for the gentry that ca',— 
 
 The full moon arising in majesty glows ; 
 
 
 
 Ye'U a' get a bidding to Sandyford ha'. 
 
 An' I, breathing o'er ilka tender emotion 
 
 
 
 A wooden stair leads to the attics aboon. 
 
 Wi' my lovely Mary, the maid o' Montrose. 
 
 
 
 Whar ane can look out to his friends in the moon. 
 
 
 
 
 Or rhyme till saft sleep on his eyelids shall fa',— 
 
 The fopling sae fine an* sae airy. 
 
 
 
 Ye'U a' get a bidding to Sandyford ha'. 
 
 Sae fondly in love wi' himsel'. 
 Is proud wi' his ilka new deary. 
 
 
 
 An' when a lang day o' dark care we ha'e closed. 
 
 To shine at the fair an' the ball. 
 
 
 
 An' our heart wi' the bitter ingredient is dozed. 
 
 But gi'e me the grove where the broom's yellow 
 
 
 
 We'll puff our Havana, on hope we will ca'. 
 
 blossom. 
 
 
 
 An' our chief guest be pleasure at Sandyford ha'. 
 
 Waves o'er the white lily an' red smiling rose 
 
 
 
 Ye'U no need to ask me to sing you a sang. 
 
 An' ae bonnie lassie to lean on my bosom. 
 
 
 
 For the wee thochtless birdies lilt a' the day lang; 
 
 My ain lovely Mary, the maid o' Montrose. 
 
 
 
 The Untie, the laverock, the blackbird an' a'. 
 
 
 
 
 Ilk' day ha'e a concert at Sandyford ha'. 
 
 O what is the haill warld's treasure. 
 Gin nane o' its pleasures we prove. 
 
 
 
 There's palace-like mansions at which ye may 
 
 An' where can we taste o' true pleasure 
 
 
 
 stare. 
 
 Gin nae wi' the lassie we love. 
 
 
 
 Where Luxury roUs in her saft easy-chair,— 
 
 sweet are the smiles an' the dimples o' beauty. 
 
 
 
 At least puir folks think sae,- their knowledge is 
 
 Where lurking the loves an' the graces repose. 
 
 
 
 sma'. 
 
 An' sweet is the form an' the air o' the pretty. 
 
 
 
 There's far mair contentment at Sandyford ha'. 
 
 But sweeter is Mary, the maid o' Montrose. 
 
 
 
 There's something romantic about an auld house. 
 
 
 
 
 Where the cock Uka morning keeps crawing fu' 
 
 Mary, 'tis nae for thy beauty. 
 
 
 
 crouse, 
 
 Though few are sae bonnie as thee : 
 
 
 
 An' the kye in the byre are baith sleekitan' braw. 
 
 Mary, 'tis nae for thy beauty. 
 
 
 
 An' such is the case at blythe Sandyford ha'. 
 
 Though handsome as woman can be. 
 The rose' bloom is gane when the chill autumn's 
 
 
 
 In the garden we'U sit 'neath the big beechen 
 
 low'ring ; 
 
 
 
 tree. 
 
 The aik's stately form when the wild winter 
 
 
 
 As the sun dips his bright-bumish'd face in the 
 
 blows: 
 j But the charms o' thy mind are the ties mair en- 
 
 
 
 Till night her grey mantle around us shaU draw, 
 
 j during— 
 
 
 
 Then we'U a' be fu' cantie in Sandyford ha'. ^ 
 
 ___ — — 
 
 ,\. These bind me to Slary, the maid o' Montrose. 
 
 
 
 
 
592 
 
 SCOTTISH soyoa. 
 
 ® j^a^t titm forgottnu 
 
 [JAI 
 
 -Here flnt printed.] 
 
 O HAST thou forgottpi) the Urk trMH •bad*. 
 And this warm true heart of mint, Marj? 
 
 O hast thou forgotten the frou l m naida 
 When so foo-ily 'twaa pnn'd to thlM, Maiy? 
 
 O hast thou forgotten— wh«t I neltr a 
 The hours we bare spent togethar/- 
 
 Those hours which, like stars, in mj 
 8hiue on as brightly aa evvr ? 
 
 O hast thoa forgotten that moment of bl 
 So draught with the heart's fbll fMiog— 
 
 As we clung to each othef I' the last smbnMsa, 
 The soul of lore revealing ? 
 
 O hast thou forgotten that werid 
 
 Where the farewell ^ 
 Is the sigh and the tear and all 
 
 Is the TOW and tba promln 
 
 Then, for erer (iuewell, thod I 
 
 ThouKh other amis carei 
 Though a fkirer youth thy 
 
 And a sxnoottier tongue slionM 
 
 Oeh{prnwllailHlll»«^a 
 Wluus yvH ma *aaag 
 
 AntUiyeaanttaifciiiH 
 TaHptnnflMkaMto 
 0«k:MhO|*«. 
 
 Tow lite vwwkMraaaflki 
 
 Tov Mr «M iMH A BMwtla I 
 Yo«r f imt k «M ■wiaiM kr 
 
 Yet nerer again on thy warm ,_, 
 Will bnathe a soul mors warm 
 
 And nerer again will a lover spaa) 
 Of lore more pure to thin* I 
 
 ??lgj)lattt> iHSlotJf rt lament. 
 
 [JoHw Stswabt.] 
 
 OcH ! you haffe left us a'. 
 
 You're teat's a stone now, Dannie; 
 Ta cauld toor's on your heat. 
 In ta l(rafe wi' your krannla. 
 Och ! ish O ! Och ! ish O ! 
 
 Sair's ta heart o' your mltber. 
 She would not be so 1^ 
 Hat you left put a prither. 
 
 (MllMiOU 
 
 Patoakt M*|«aartlH 
 5«ftr asara wfll akt sai 
 
 TkaMMtaamaajmv 
 
 Yaw mMMTb iMtta* 
 
 OtkiykoTim, 
 
 Slalit for tit nuHii. 
 
 [WtUJAH LaiMAW.] 
 
 karia t Aali »a rlgkt ftl •*, 
 Ia4ila.aa'ktkra«m*: 
 
 Aatlo^atfaw 
 
 BMtkalwiia 
 
 Thatlo-watfMr 
 
 TiMlilrwwiwI 
 To Me my dear 
 MyhotftltgfvwMi 
 OfmOkla'tbaawaa 
 
 , an' lap Ngktaft tka tbeaght 
 r dew Jamla wad baghl. 
 
— 
 
 
 
 ' 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCOTTISH SONGS. 593 
 
 
 I' the hirin' right soon my dear Jamie I saw, '■ 
 
 f- In the morning light. 
 
 
 
 I saw nae aiie like him, sae bonnie an' braw ; 
 
 In the moonshine bright, 
 
 
 
 I watch'd an' baid near him, his motion to see, 
 
 Thou art still in my sight. 
 
 
 
 In hopes aye to catch a kind glance o* his e'e. 
 
 My Mary dhu. 
 
 
 
 He never wad see roe in ony ae place : 
 
 Thy voice trembles through me 
 
 
 
 At length 1 gaed up an' just smiled in his face. 
 
 Like the breeze. 
 
 
 
 I wonder aye yet my heart brackna in twa ,— 
 
 That ruffles, in gladness, 
 
 
 
 He just said, " How are ye ?" and steppit awa'. 
 
 The leafy trees ; 
 'Tis a wafted tone 
 
 
 
 My neeber lads strave to entice me awa' ; 
 
 From heaven's high throne. 
 
 
 
 They roos'd me, an' hecht me ilk thing that was 
 
 Making hearts thine own. 
 
 
 
 braw ; 
 
 My Mary dhu. 
 
 
 
 But I hatit them a', an' I hatit the fair. 
 
 Be the flowers of joy ever round thy feet 
 
 
 
 For Jamie's behaviour had wounded me sair. 
 
 With colours glowing, and incense sweet; 
 And when thou must away. 
 
 
 
 His heart was sae leal, and his manners sae kind! 
 
 3Iay life's rose decay 
 
 
 
 He's somev/ay gane wrang, he may alter his mind; 
 
 In the west wind's sway— 
 
 
 
 An' sud he do sae, he's be welcome to me; 
 
 My Mary dhu! 
 
 
 
 I'm sure 1 can never like ony but he. 
 
 
 
 
 0iM^ miju. 
 
 ®&e Ea^ig d m^ ^mxt 
 
 
 
 [D. M. Mom.— Adapted to the music of an 
 
 [William Motherwell.] 
 
 
 
 ancient Gaelic air.] 
 
 The murmur of the merry brook. 
 
 
 
 Sweet, sweet is the rose-bud 
 
 As, gushingly and free. 
 
 
 
 Bathed in dew ; 
 
 It wimples, with its sun-bright look, 
 
 
 
 But sweeter art thou ^ 
 
 Far down yon sheiter'd lea. 
 
 
 
 My Mary dhu. 
 
 Humming to every drowsy flower 
 
 
 
 Oh ! the skies of night. 
 
 A low quaint lullaby. 
 
 
 
 With their eyes of light. 
 
 Speaks to my spirit, at this hour. 
 
 
 
 Are not so bright 
 
 Oflove and thee. 
 
 
 
 As my Mary dhu. 
 
 
 
 
 Whenever thy radiant face I see. 
 
 The music of the gay green wood. 
 
 
 
 The clouds of sorrow depart from me; 
 
 When every leaf and tree 
 
 
 
 As the shadows fly 
 
 Is coaxed by winds, of gentlest mood 
 
 
 
 From day's bright eye. 
 
 To utter harmony ; 
 
 
 
 Thou lightest life's sky. 
 
 And the small birds, that answer make 
 
 
 
 My Mary dhu ! 
 
 To the winds' fitful glee. 
 In me most blissful visions wake. 
 
 
 
 Sad, sad is my heart. 
 
 Oflove and thee. 
 
 
 
 When I sigh, Adieu! 
 
 
 
 
 Or gaze on thy parting. 
 
 The rose perks up its blushing cheek. 
 
 
 
 My Mary dhu ! 
 
 So soon as it can see. 
 
 
 
 Then for thee I mourn. 
 
 Along the eastern hills, one streak 
 
 
 
 Till thy steps' return 
 
 Of the sun's majesty: 
 
 
 
 Bids my bosom burn,— 
 
 Laden with dewy gems, it gleams 
 
 
 
 My Mary dhu. 
 
 A precious freight to me. 
 
 
 
 I think but of thee on the broom-clad hills. 
 
 For each pure drop thereon me seerae 
 
 
 
 1 Tiiuse but on thee by the moorland rill • { 
 
 f A type of thee. 
 ^ 2p 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
594 
 
 And when abroad in «anim«T mora* 
 
 1 hear the biythe bold bee 
 Winding aloft hi* tiny horn, 
 
 (An errant knight perdy,) 
 That winged hunter of r«i« swMtk, 
 
 O'er many a flir country. 
 To me a iay of low repeats, 
 ltsiat(|«ci— thee. 
 
 And when, in midnight hour. 1 note 
 
 The Btar« m> pensively. 
 In their mild beauty, onward float 
 
 Through heaven '■ own iUest Ma: 
 My heart is in their voyaging 
 
 To realms where spirits be. 
 Bat iU mate, in sneh wander^. 
 U ever thee. 
 
 But, oh, the murmor of the brook. 
 
 The music of the tree , 
 The rose with iU sweet s h e melMi ed look, 
 
 The booming of the bee ; 
 The course of each bright voyager, 
 
 In heaven's unmcasurtd w*. 
 Would not one heart pulse of me eUr, 
 Loved I not thee ' 
 
 )dleac!)ing in claeji. 
 
 [GsoBOB MuaaAT.— Air, "BaUendea I 
 —Once printed in Upper Canada.] 
 
 One morning 1 dander'd, (I nsedna mj vbia,) 
 Whaur a wee bickering bUBte itaM tteoagh i 
 
 low glen ; 
 I met a young lassie upon the green Im t m, 
 
 Was herding her I 
 
 The smile on her cheek had the roee^betghthne. 
 Her complexion was fair as the ftveh tetn* dew, 
 Her yellow hair stream'd like the ■on't parting 
 
 rays. 
 And her breath was at sweet as her new.water'd 
 
 claes. 
 
 I said, " Lovely maiden, how caller the air! 
 The season how pl<>aJ4int, the morning bow lUr! 
 The fields are a' flowery, the flowers are a' dew, 
 And if earth has aught lairer, sweet girl* it is 
 joul" 
 
 And ay. heswW iMiK what Ob !• « 
 ftaw the Inddlt llMlliMi 1% aad l« 
 
 I fekiH km, 1 1 
 
 And WBk to Ml ama. arytac *■ LMidIa h 
 
 nMN«h pride ««« ha^s ft«wall, and I 
 
 I m auinif^. 
 
 Kawl'B itliMi.— tHiJNb 
 Kmt nrnff, MW I'D ■*«, 
 
 Vvw the alHlra akMt IV dli«l 
 
 Far ■■■■ |i^ BMS, I'M MMffl*«> 
 
 Aad tttek that I aa aMffrtod. 
 
 • tlMlhafiliaMtrteA. 
 
 IWa 
 
 OhttI 
 
 Thatthe]r*iakrll 
 Wha a boanie hM ha^ ta'W. 
 And UssM hsr, aad fot aMfrted. 
 
 Kerer heed the want o^ sUkr* 
 Ctr her ehsek** a ray catoar, 
 Oap her aya. aad whlipw Hn hw» 
 What Ihiak y« to be mrM^ 
 
SCOTTISH SONGS. 
 
 605 
 
 She'll ablins say, "Te're no that blate. 
 To speak to me at sic a rate;" 
 But never fear, for sune or late, 
 Fu' glad they're to be married. 
 
 Then ye'll whistle, then ye'll sing, 
 Then ye'll caper, then ye'll fling. 
 Wow but it's a happy thing. 
 When ane gets coshly married ! 
 
 [From " The Gallovidian Dictionary," by T. 
 M'Taggart. This " Lament" is written in the 
 Galloway dialect, and displays much rough 
 strength of thought and expression.] 
 
 I DiNNA like the Meg-o'-mony-feet, 
 
 Nor the brawnet Con och worm. 
 Quoth Mary Lee, as she sat and did greet, 
 
 A-dadding wi' the storm. 
 Nowther like I the yellow-wymed ask, 
 
 'Neath the root o' yon aik tree. 
 Nor the hairy adders on the fog that bask ; 
 
 But waur 1 like Robin-a-Ree. 
 
 Hatefii' it is to hear the whut-throat chark, 
 
 Frae out the auld taff-dike ; 
 And wha likes the e'ening singing lark. 
 
 Or the auld moon-bowing tyke ? 
 I hate them — and the ghaist at e'en 
 
 That points at me, puir Mary Lee ! 
 But ten times waur hate I, I ween. 
 
 That vile chield, Robin-a-Ree. 
 
 Sourer than the green buUister, 
 
 Is a kiss o' Robin-a-Ree, 
 And the milk on the taed's back I wad prefer 
 
 To the poison on his lips that be. 
 Oh ! ance 1 lived happy by yon bonnie burn— 
 
 The warld was in love wi' me ; 
 But now I maun sit 'neath the cauld drift 
 and mourn. 
 
 And curse black Robin-a-Ree. 
 
 Then whudderawa', thou bitter-biting blast. 
 
 And sough through the scrunty tree. 
 And smoor me up in the snaw fu' fast. 
 
 And ne'er let the sun me see ! 
 Oh \ never melt awa', thou wreath C snaw. 
 
 That's sae kind in graving me ; 
 But hide me aye ft-ae the scorn and guffaw 
 
 O' villains like Eubin-a-Ree! 
 
 # %mk. 
 
 [This was written by Burns in 1776, when he 
 was only about seventeen years of age. The sub- 
 ject of the song is said to have been Isabella 
 Steven, the daughter of a small laird near Loch- 
 lee. — Tune, " Invercauld's Reel."] 
 
 O TiBBiK ! I ha'e seen the day 
 
 Ye wadna been sae shy , 
 For lack o' gear ye lightly me. 
 But ne'er a hair care I. 
 Yestreen I met you on the moor, 
 Ye spak' na, but gaed by like stoure ; 
 Ye geek at me because I'm poor. 
 But ne'er a hair care I. 
 
 1 doubt na, lass, but ye may think, 
 Because ye ha'e the name o' clink. 
 That ye can please me wi' a wink. 
 Whene'er ye like to try. 
 
 But sorrow take him that's sae mean. 
 Although his pouch o' coin were clean, 
 Wha follows ony saucy quean. 
 That looks sae proud and high. 
 
 Although a lad were e'er sae smart, 
 If he but want the yellow dirt, 
 Ye'll cast your he«id nnither airt. 
 And answer him fu' dry. 
 
 But if he ha'e the name o' gear, 
 Y'ell fasten to him like a brier. 
 Though hardly he, for sense or lear. 
 Be better than the kye. 
 
 There lives a lass in yonder park, 
 I wadna gi'e her in her sark 
 For thee, wi' a' thy thousand mark ; 
 Thou needna look sae high. 
 
 0He Seunig. 
 
 [Captain Charles Gray, R. M. Music by 
 G. F. Graham. — Here first printed.] 
 
 May blessings yet fa' on the widow sae young; 
 May blessings yet fa' on the widow sae young ; 
 Her hopes ha'e been wither'd — her heart sairly 
 wrung — 
 ^ Ah ! 'tis waesonte to look on a widow sae young.' 
 
596 
 
 Wi' a glance o' the e'e her misfortone we 1 
 In the cap that encirclct her bonnle fweet 
 That ance gioWd wi" gladnea; — oow 
 
 recigo'd; - 
 
 Though the shadowi of •oerow aft htood o^w 
 
 A few fleeting months Mw her blythMOMaad f^ji 
 But death reft her Iwred one, tor ever »w«j ! 
 O think on the anguiah— the afloajr hmm— 
 WTien her grief and his giaw t«f wiW>« H fc« H fc> 
 
 Wer-t no for her darting, tho widow Wild dit— 
 The bonnle wee balmie that sits oo htr kow: 
 That nnilea in her pale tee*, udptttiat Iwrhyr 
 But, it'i lae like iu daddj, iho CHOM tmtatt. 
 
 ^Ititn. 
 
 Ow fWBi. 1 Mk II vMk • 
 
 SMd ftigl)! attO iop. 
 
 [WBiTTaw by Bcawt m » AuvwaO to tht brr 
 thren of 8t. James'a Lodgo, TarteMoa. wImb thi 
 poet contempUted going to tlw WmH ladl«.- 
 Tone, "Good night an* joj bo wl' yos ••."] 
 
 Adiku! »bc«ri-wannfbodadlM! 
 
 Dear brotban of the nTille Ui I 
 Ye (aTonrM, ]W •nlightea'd fcw, 
 
 CompanioiMi of my aodal joy ! 
 Though I to fbrelgn toada motl kl», 
 
 Punniing fortaaol allddiy %•*, 
 With melUng hMrt, and bftetel «!•• 
 
 I'll mind yoaal'" - " - 
 
 Oft hare I met joar McW band. 
 
 And (pent the dieofbl tmtOm aiflit; 
 Oft, bonour'd with suprema comm aad. 
 
 Presided o'er the sons of light; 
 And by that hieroglyphic bright. 
 
 Which none but craftsmen crer atw • 
 Strong memory on my heart shall writ* 
 
 Those happy scenes wbeD far awm' ! 
 
 May f^vedom, harmony, and lovo. 
 Unite you in the grand dasiga. 
 
 Beneath the omniscient eye above. 
 The glorioos architect dirins I 
 
 
 Aa* terfe lii dtaid CMM dMm tt 
 Bat M llM ti^VM tB«t ■■* MMr» 
 
 Vpammhmtmwmmhmm, 
 Goad aIgM M* M te ^ iw a*. 
 
 W«« Myba MM ^alB tka Mr* 
 
 O «v lM« waadsrd fer aa* wtds. 
 
 OW dMHat laad of Irtli aa* Ml. 
 Aa' MMOf a itafia •*•««•*?• «rir 
 
 Aa* islaii tktm wt <fc> twHir i 
 W*^ faa«ii «M «Nlte a^ *• Ml 
 
 TWIiwlHaa'ilwbaf—^fcar, 
 Vow M « tab' a feted tMvwsO. 
 
 Goad Bifiil aa* isy bs wT yoa a' I 
 
 OftklSflsi'aMiiyat 
 If s^ I Isd |<ov slips aattBf. 
 ■taaMlaMaft 
 
 AftMTtlliWl'hlsy 
 
 Ooo* vaaar aar* MV aa vr 1 
 

 
 
 
 INDEX 
 
 TO 
 
 THE FIRST LINES OP THE SONGS. 
 
 AGS 
 ..445 
 
 .. 74 
 
 .810 
 
 .804 
 
 ..115 
 
 ..304 
 
 ..287 
 
 ..278 
 
 ..4.59 
 
 .. 80 
 
 ..500 
 
 .. 60 
 
 ..112 
 
 ..258 
 
 .. 13 
 
 ..557 
 
 ..551 
 
 ..422 
 
 ..532 
 
 ..223 
 
 ..139 
 
 ..498 
 
 u- 
 
 ..226 
 
 ..241 
 
 ..577 
 
 ..137 
 
 ..481 
 
 ..196 
 
 ..115 
 
 ..355 
 
 ..546 
 
 ..485 
 
 ..589 
 
 ..176 
 
 ..253 
 
 ..517 
 
 ..336 
 
 .. 48 
 
 ..439 
 
 ..IZi 
 
 ..562 
 
 .372 
 
 .219 
 
 ..297 
 
 .. 13 
 
 ..261 
 
 ..482 
 
 .. 82 
 
 ..286 
 
 ..121 
 
 ..501 
 
 ..3C9 
 
 
 THOSE MARKED THUS f ARE ORIGINAL CONTRIBUTIONS. 
 
 PACK/ 
 
 t A bonnie wee lassie I ken, I ken 46a "^ 
 
 A bonnier lass there never was, the sun ne'er shone 
 
 the like upon 289 
 
 A canty sang, O, a canty sang 419 
 
 A captive maid pined in the tow'r of Dunmore 164 
 
 A cock-laird, fu' cadgie 218 
 
 • All lovely, on the sultry beach 
 
 Allen-a-bale has no faggot for burning 
 
 Alone, alone, in the evening beam, 
 
 Although I be but acountry lass 
 
 Amang the birks sae blythe an' gay 
 
 Amid Loch Cat'rine's scenery wild 
 
 An auld Hielan' couple sat lane by the ingle 
 
 A famous man was Robin Hood 328 
 
 A friend of mine cam' here yestreen 7 
 
 A Highland lad my love was born . 44 
 
 
 t A' kin's o' lads ah' men I see 513 
 
 An' thou wert my ain thing 
 
 And a' that e'er my Jenny had 
 
 And are ye sure the news is true 
 
 And can thy bosom bear the thought 
 
 A laddie and a lassie fair 124 
 
 A lass lived down by yon burn braes 126 
 
 A lass that was laden wi' care 303 
 
 A lassie cam' to our gate 107 
 
 A lassie fair— the deU-may-care 273 
 
 And I'll owre the muir to Maggy 
 
 And oh, for ane-and-twenty, Tam 
 
 i And thou wilt sing the song, sweet child 
 
 And ye shaU walk in silk attire 
 
 Argyll is my name, and you may think it strange 
 t Arise, my faithfu' Phoebe Grseme 
 
 A rose-bud by my early walk 546 
 
 A sousie auld carline is Janet Dunbar 224 
 
 A southland Jenny, that was right bonnie 527 
 
 A steed! a steed of matchless speed 424 
 
 A' the lads o' Thornie bank 529 
 
 A' the witches langsyne were humpbackit and auld 189 
 A warlock cam' to our town 418 
 
 
 As gloaming was drawing her veil o'er the mou 
 
 
 A wee bird cam' to our ha' door 80 
 
 A wet sheet and a flowing sea 271 
 
 About the closin' o' the day 261 
 
 Accuse me not, inconstant fair 578 
 
 As I cam' down by yon castle wa' 
 
 As I cam' down the Cannogate 
 
 As I cam' in by Teviot side 
 
 As I came through Glendochart vale 
 
 As I sail'd past green Jura's isle 
 
 As I was a-walking ae May morning 
 
 As I was a-wand'nng ae morning in spring 
 
 Adieu! a heart-warm fond adieu 596 
 
 Adieu, for a while, my native green plains 517 
 
 Adieu! romantic banks of Clyde 349 
 
 Adieu to rock and to waterfall 125 
 
 Admiring nature's simple charms 348 
 
 Adown winding Nith I did wander 222 
 
 As I went forth to view the spring 
 
 As Jenny sat down wi' her wheel by the fire 
 
 As late by a sodger I happened to pass 
 
 Ae mom, last ouk, as I gaed out 110 
 
 Ae morn of May, when fields were gay 357 
 
 t Ae summer eve o' rosy joy, when a' was quiet and 
 still 452 
 
 
 At gloamin grey, the close o' day 
 
 
 
 
 At the sunset of glory the ev'ning is calm 
 
 At Willie's wedding on the green 
 
 
 Again the laverock seeks the sky 330 
 
 Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit 16 
 
 Ah! lassie, I think wi' a sair broken heart 284 
 
 Ah, Marjs sweetest maid, farewell 186 
 
 
 Auld gudeman, ye're a drucken carle 
 
 Auld Janet Baird, auld Janet Baird 
 
 Auld Rob Morris, that wons in yon glen 
 
 t Ah ! where are the days of my earliest youth 429 
 
 Alack, my sad heart! how it throbs wi' its sorrow 391 
 
 Alake for the lassie! she's no right at a* 592 
 
 All joy was bereft me, the day that you left me 3i:> { 
 
 Awa' wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms 
 
 Awake, my love! with genial ray 
 
 
 L 
 
 
598 
 
 IITDEZ TO THl TlWn LIHO. 
 
 Baloo, baloo. mj w 
 
 Ba loo ! vay bonnie Ummie .. 
 
 B<uinen are waving o'er Morrea'a dtfk k 
 
 Buinocka o' bcar-meal, banDOcb o* butajT 
 
 Bauldy Baird's come afain >...^« 
 
 t Beechen tree, ye waa KrecM, gicra ».~._~ 
 
 Behave yoiirMl' before folk ~ 
 
 Behind yon hilla, wbert Lttgar flom ..... 
 
 Behold the hour, the boat arrire 
 
 Beneath a beech'i rraiefnl (bade «.~ <•• 
 
 Beneath a rreen shade, a lorriy y««*( •«aia...>.....4ll 
 
 Beneath a hiU. 'mnnr birkea bttabca. -Mi 
 
 Betty, early gone n Mayiaf ^.^^..-^..^^W 
 
 Bird of the wilderness ...^^.^.^n.! M> 
 
 Blink o'er the bum. tweet Betty....^.^.^ W 
 
 Blythe, blythe, an' happy ai* w«......^,^.m^~~..JB> 
 
 Bl>the, biythe, and merry ar« wa ....>....»^^~~.. Ml 
 
 Blythe, blythe, and merry waa ak* ^,.^^.^ W 
 
 Blythe, htvthe, around the »»pp4«... „ ..«>1M 
 
 Blythe ha> I been en y«B biU... ~ *• 
 
 Blythe was the tiin>- when h« Cta'd wi' mf tuiktr, O t» 
 
 Blythe younf; Beu to Jean did aaj.......,.^ ^~^ IT 
 
 Bonnie Clouden, as ye wandtr ^.^^.„,^..„^.JHt 
 
 Bonnie lassie, blythsomc lasai* ...^^^...^^......JM 
 
 Bonnie lassie, will ye go (two atto) ^.~ IM. Hi 
 
 Bonnie Mary Hslliday.. "** 
 
 Bonnie Mary Hay, 1 wiU lo'o tiMO jttt ...^^ 
 Bonnie wee thin|;, caanic woe tkisf .. 
 Bright be the bloom of CaUcr hwi,. 
 
 t Bright shine* the si 
 
 Bring a' vour mant ti> wv 
 
 Bu»k and go, bwtk and go 
 
 Busk ye, busk ye, my bonair i 
 Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnir, i 
 But lately seea in gladsome fitLU .... 
 By Allan stream I cbaoeMI to rovt.... 
 ' By Grampia's towcrinf ■ 
 
 By Lopn's streams tkat ria «• 
 
 By Ochtertrre there crowa tho U 
 By Pinkie House oft let me walk 
 
 >o«lk» 
 
 Com tt up Um bML w knMbMo ^ 
 Co— >.g>»^ « — » J i ^ i.i u^ 
 Com* kMM •• r*» > '|ii i > f ••'•»-*- 
 Com*. M *• tako Uh* •• M kMMM 
 iofc«-— litiiM. llwto»» 
 , nootf kMttPM Of* «ko mo* 
 wSe av ykMi^ dM alskt'* g* 
 I* tluwarW tko k*Ma M •*•■ „. .. 
 i' tkr««k tko OMga •* Mo „_^ 
 
 3ilu«M|k Iko *y«^ yooo ioi^ 
 
 Co»o w> > lW>w1fc» P — > «r ^ 
 
 t Umt AiHr. INo iHc kMBfMT oam 
 
 PofDiiMM. W<lw.— '»M0gy— r»— i 
 DMf 1m4 or an Mrtk. or ^ftlrwb. of aiy k 
 
 §fm 99m fmrnm m wm^mm mmm9. ..-.^ 
 
 DMyoao'avHvyMMcMyatoBtan - 
 D* y«« •«■• to ito wwi o< Mor •laAa 
 
 Dooa iMMftib OmI l*«o4o« IIMMI 
 
 DwMM^liJro aooM Mota _ 
 
 UmmITs BMO OM fto MB lM«4 m4 lMH« 
 Dooa f l6^ ky Iko kwa •■ ite inaa.^^ 
 
 Daaa la «aa ga>AM ivaat aad Mf . 
 
 PaaataywaBiil ■ooaaateiau 
 Dottb ito kani aai itoa^kito ». 
 D«p«a alMt Iko kanH* rtao ataH^ 
 
 Pwtka— ai<»i lliii — 
 
 1 Dnli^ ta Mt OM Iko koan !*■ aa Mwoo'd ■ 
 
 baakwtaa'e Araaa kea* t O 
 
 Daaaaa Omt ohb' ko*« la waa ..«.^^«, 
 
 DmmmM<tmtf,m' ImmMtwUt ......^ 
 
 Baik «Mrt if *• wfcHi .. 
 
 By pleasui 
 
 By smooth-wiacliBg Tsy a swaia 
 By tbe banks of the rry>tal-«trea 
 By the delicious warmacaa of thy 
 
 By the light of the mooh 
 
 By the side o'you cleugh. wkare Ike kanrft Haa KfllllT 
 By the side o*^ y ou ri»er, a» Boteto aot ii(klac — 
 By yon castle-wa' at tho cloa* e' tko ^~~ 
 
 Ca' the yowea to the knowea (two mu) ..,.„ 4M H Boan^H~a« aMi *A ■• 
 
 Caledonia, thou Und of the movalaia oad rock..... JOi ' ^» -» 
 
 Caledonians, brare and bold- 
 Cam' ye by Athol. lad »i' the 
 
 Can I behave, cun I b«hs«e „ 
 
 Can I bear to psrt wi' thee ..^ 1 
 
 t Can my dearest Henry leave w* fl 
 
 n ye lo'e me weel, lassie, to tkl* koan Ikcaowif^jr 
 
 ■BBB WWBI •« !■■ WWB^ .II, Ill I III I 
 
 l«IMMAIaok'«oaMM$&f«yM . 
 lii(klac — Mf Bk.aMi'ikoiatf.MSaknN*IM«aMM 
 4iy m H ydUni aaOaa tO.^. 
 
 
 flee... 
 
 Can ye lo'e, my dear lassie 
 
 Canst thou leare me (bus, my Kitj 
 
 Carle, an tbe king come ~.~.^^^»... 
 
 Cauld blaws the wind frae east to woet ^^...... 
 
 Cauld blaws the wind fise north to M«(k ^....^.... 
 
 Chanticleer, wi' noisy whistle , • •••• 
 
 Chaunt no more thy roundelay .^...., 
 Cheerly, soldier! the gladdening ana 
 
 CUvers and his Highlandmea ..' 
 
 f Cold, cold's the hand that oft ia aai 
 Come all y* jolly shepherds ..,.^^^„ 
 
 *m tf mm UtrntM 
 DialkaWala.. 
 ipf»imm4mkmdmi 
 eft' aad ahaa I'M toff » 
 
 »1 t '"'^w' ^ vhw I'M toff amy 
 
 - <« { rar^w^lL ay kaaato y««M» kak 
 
 » I rm»•ll.t^toll4«y.tkaagr•ra•• 
 ^ Uft m tumna to la«^ak». tonmtt w B>y 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 INDEX 1 
 
 Farewell to the land of the rock and the wildwc 
 
 ^0 Tin 
 
 od407 
 
 S FIRST LINES. 
 Here's a health to fair Scotland 
 
 599 
 
 246 
 
 306 
 
 
 159 
 
 
 .. .496 
 
 Here's health and hail to Goth and Gael 
 
 .. 185 
 
 
 470 
 
 
 568 
 
 
 309 
 
 
 159 
 
 
 anfi 
 
 
 ... 188 
 
 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy greeu braes 344 
 
 Hersell pe auchty years and twa 
 
 HerseU pe Highland shentleman 
 
 He's a terrible man, John Tod, John Tod 
 
 He's owre the hills that I lo'e weel 
 
 147 
 
 147 
 
 154 
 
 214 
 
 27 
 
 For lack of gold she has left me, O 120 
 
 For mony lang year I ha'e heard frae my grannie 197 
 
 For the sake of somebody 42 
 
 Forget na, dear lassie, when I'm far firae thee 167 
 
 Forlorn, my love, no comfort near 246 
 
 Frae Caledonia's climes afar 414 
 
 Hey for bobbing John 
 
 Hey! for the Hielan heather 
 
 531 
 
 264 
 
 525 
 
 
 547 
 
 
 . . 10 
 
 From off this sunny mountain's top 324 
 
 From perfect and unclouded day 174 
 
 From Roslin castle's echoing walls 174 
 
 From the village of Leslie with a heart full of glee 179 
 From thee, Eliza, I must go 365 
 
 
 264 
 
 
 178 
 
 Hie, bonnie lassie, blink over the bum 298 
 
 t Hie to the woodlands, hie 225 
 
 High upon Hielands, and laigh upon Tay 274 
 
 How ardently mv bosom glows 28;$ 
 
 How are ye a' at hame 138 
 
 How blythe ilk mom was I to see 34 
 
 How brightly beams the bonnie moon 437 
 
 Gae bring my gude auld harp ance mair 
 
 t Gae range the warld baith far and near 
 
 Gather in, gather in, ane an' a', ane an' a' 
 
 247 
 
 131 
 
 467 
 
 ... 524 
 
 
 121 
 
 
 .... 273 
 
 Gilderoy was a bonnie boy 
 
 Gin a body meet a body 
 
 Gin e'er I'^m in love, it shall be with a lass 
 
 560 
 
 332 
 
 357 
 
 
 2<)fi 
 
 t How early I woo'd thee, how dearly I lo'ed thee 544 
 
 How eerily, how drearily 251 
 
 How green the fields, the flowers so fair 2S8 
 
 Gin I had a wee house, an' a ciinty wee fire ... 
 Gin livin' worth could win my heart 
 
 4 
 
 528 
 
 389 
 
 
 308 
 
 
 ._ 4fW 
 
 Gin ye wad gang, lassie, to Garryhorn 
 
 492 
 
 132 
 
 How pleasant the banks of the clear-winding Devon 209 
 t How sweet was my dream 1 when the morning did 
 
 break on't 464 
 
 How sweet the rose blaws, it fades, and it fa's 395 
 
 How sweet this lone vale, and how sacred to feeUng 442 
 How sweet thy modest light to view 320 
 
 
 549 
 
 
 273 
 
 
 311 
 
 
 571 
 
 Go to him, then, if thou canst go 567 
 
 Green Albyn, farewell! thoughliy us never more...488 
 Gude day now, bonnie Robin 569 
 
 
 4.^^ 
 
 Hurrah for the highlands! the stem Scottish high- 
 lands 270 
 
 Hurrah for the thistle ! the brave Scottish thistle 144 
 
 
 .30,31 
 .....221 
 
 Had I a cave on some wild distant shore 
 
 
 444 
 
 
 309 
 
 Ha'e ye seen in the chill-fa'in* eloamin^ 
 
 Hail to the chief who in triumph advances 
 
 Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be 
 
 200 
 
 477 
 
 207 
 
 43 
 
 
 235 
 
 
 511 
 
 
 .. 322 
 
 
 123 
 
 195 
 
 
 . 151 
 
 
 125 
 
 
 ... 524 
 
 
 559 
 
 1 1 canna sleep a wink, lassie 
 
 228 
 
 
 11 
 
 I canna smile, I canna sing 
 
 367 
 
 Hear what Highland Nora said 
 
 12 
 
 263 
 
 
 . ..463 
 
 I dinna like the Meg-o'-mony-feet 
 
 695 
 
 
 85 
 
 
 420 
 
 
 276 
 
 I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing 
 
 60 
 
 121 
 
 Hee, baloo, my sweet wee Donald 
 
 Her daddie forbade her minnie forbade 
 
 
 
 .. 78 
 
 
 282 
 
 
 371 
 
 Her nain&el' come frae ta hielan' hill 
 
 t Her name! oh, her name would'st thou have 
 
 149 
 
 me 
 78 
 
 
 277 
 
 I ha'e laid a herring in saut 
 
 835 
 
 355 
 
 Here around the ingle bleezing 
 
 Here awa', there awa', here awa', Willie 
 
 Here awa', there awa', wandering "Willie 
 
 477 
 
 337 
 
 338 
 
 345 
 
 
 364 
 
 
 190 
 
 I ha'e wander'd mony a night in June 
 
 t I have listen'd to your sang 
 
 8 
 
 849 
 
 97 
 
 
 133 Jl 
 
 
 
 
 
coo 
 
 IBDKX TO THX FIB0T LUTIS. 
 
 I lately liv'd in quiet cm* 
 
 I I lo'e thee weel, tho« Seoteli Mm ball 
 
 I lo'ed ne'er a laddie bnt MM ^. ~~. 
 
 I mark'd a ^m of pearly «kw ...^^~..~ 
 
 I married with a tcoldinf wife ~.~ 
 
 I met four chap* jron birka amanf 
 
 I met my dear laMie ahort tjme in yoa 
 I neither gat pleniahinf , nllar, ' '' 
 f I pray yuu. of your coorteay, 
 
 I tinr of a Uisd that wa* tmmimt of yw 
 
 I wadna p'e my ain wife 
 
 I I wander'd alaoe at the break o' tW 
 
 I was ance a wecl-tocber'd Um 
 
 I watch'd the moon blink owra Um 
 I will awa' wi* m» lore 
 
 tl winnt be weel, fur I caaaa 
 winna rang back to aqr 
 I winna lo'e the laddia 
 
 e lie kt fern g 
 my ladvplcai 
 louldcBMC* 
 iacnioymeat 
 lay* bimga aw 
 I'll i^e ca' ia by yvm tomm....^.^. 
 
 I'll gar our gvdcaua trow 
 
 Ill ba'e my coat o* g»d* mmM-ht 
 ini lo'e tbc«. Auis. wkite Um 4m 
 I'll mak' a Art upo' tko ka«w« ... 
 Ill ne'er forget yo* boMdo ■!•• 
 
 If my dear wife ahould 
 
 If on earth there ia enioymeat 
 
 t Ilk ane now-a-daya nmga awm' 'bowt Ma 
 
 I'll ting of yoB g1«« 
 
 111 tend thy bowar. aiy hommit May ... 
 
 I'll twioe a wreaUi ^ 
 
 I'll wake it ao mora. 
 
 It** rata l« Ma tto mmvim^ Ui 
 
 tit'* traa. frtea'a, il'a traa «.^^.»^^ AT 
 Va baaa ayaa *hB ■■lalii 4mp Mi 
 
 IVa iMam &• IOUm. at aat laaa mtniwm.,.^^jm 
 t INa lM«« tka% hmm. Iaa«. IS* MMtflfiM. Um, 
 
 IVa Maa Ika 1^ af Um waM 
 INa aaaa tW MlHaf a< fart- 
 
 r«a waaiaa^ aaam*«a « 
 
 _ ji jilted, foTsakea, oatwittetf. ^^ 
 
 {I'm aacbody now, though ia dayatkal aft 
 'm now a jcuoa fanner. I *• acre* o' Iaa4 .. 
 Il'm waniTriag wide tki* wiairy aigkt ..... 
 'm wearing awa', Jeaa „.. 
 
 Lla a cone whiU cottage apoa a MU tMU .. 
 I a Mift aimmcr gloaaila' 
 
 In airy dreamt foa4 Uaej tfaa. 
 
 In ancient tioM* aa aoags rakaataa ... 
 
 lu April, whcaariairaaaa paint the tweet plj 
 In coming by the brig o' Dye 
 In Flora'* train the grace* w*i'. 
 
 In January last 
 
 In life'* gay mora— when ho| r. 
 
 tin life'* *unny morning, by i'^t. - ^...«_^ > 
 n Scotland there lived a humble beggar ._.. 
 
 In auoimer, when the field* weia graaa. 
 
 In aummer when the hay wa* atawa 
 
 In the garb of old Gaul, with tka tra of oU 
 In the land of Fife there lived a wicked wife 
 In the Nick o' the BaUoch lived Mairiawl 1 
 
 In winter, when the rain raia'd eaald 
 
 In yon garden fine and gay 
 
 I* there for honest poverty „ „, 
 
 la your war-pipe aalecp and for ever 
 
 It fell about the Maitinma* time , 
 
 It fell on a day and a bonnie *ummer day ... 
 It fell on a morning whan we were thraag ... 
 
 It ii na, Jean, thy bonnie face 
 
 t It ktretchea o'er the ca*tla-b«rB, a ' 
 march 
 
 1 KOaars Gtoa'» a kaMta glaa 
 
 iMW-it Ikaa Iha ta^ a« tSa k«4r «>«■ 
 
 afaylMkant iWagk M aBMcvvt* 
 
 Mr. caaM tto Mate 
 
 Laac lu^a «a awtai Waa., , 
 
 laagayaa. kaaMa tlM waaJtaaA M— 
 
 Laaa. gta y« wa4 M'a M. 
 I.aa.a.,laatoaaa«% 
 
 *'--tr. Hr rnr ■! 
 
 Laeaia wt' tlM MM-wMai 
 
 Let aM (aaa aa Ilk 
 
 Ut aa la. aiy kaa 
 
 t Lat aacaa tan a# avW ea tl 
 
 Lac tW r«^ la'ttM baaaA af Ma > 
 
 LatlWaiWMata^lliiBainyfaeaL 
 
 Let tmfm% akac la ania* ml vtaa.....^ 
 
 Lat aa kaaia ta Kafcto v mm, fca— i> laaaia^ C 
 
 Lataaoa ~ " ^ 
 
 UalMlyU 
 
 Leaia. what reck I by tlMa . 
 ..,..«n ^ Laalaa'a Ma a laaate ^al.. 
 
INDEX TO THE PIRST LINES. 
 
 601 
 
 pagkJ 
 
 Love is timid, love is shy 198 ' 
 
 Love never more shall give me pain 493 
 
 Love's goddess, in a myrtle grove 503 
 
 Maid of my heart— a long farewell 23 
 
 March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale 15 
 
 Maik yonder pomp of costly fashion 177 
 
 Mary ance had mony a charm 267 
 
 Mary, why thus waste thy youth-time in sorrow ...554 
 
 Maxwelton braes are bonnie (two sets) 438, 439 
 
 t May blessings yet fa' on the widow sae young ...595 
 
 Meg, muckin' at Geordie's byre 222 
 
 Merry may the maid be 178 
 
 My beltane o' life and my gay days are gane 345 
 
 My Bessie, O, but look upon 37 
 
 My bonnie wee wifie, I'm waefu' to leave thee 472 
 
 My daddy left me gear enough 540 
 
 My daddy is a cankert carle 35 
 
 My dear and only love, I pray 582 
 
 My dear little lassie, why, what's a' the matter 486 
 
 My father has baith gowd and gear 105 
 
 My gudeman says aye to me 573 
 
 fMyhame! I wadna lea' my hame 79 
 
 My Harry was a gallant gay 465 
 
 My hawk is tired of perch and hood 397 
 
 -f My heart, alack! is sair opprest 139 
 
 My heart is a breaking, dear tittle 92 
 
 My heart is sair — I dauma tell 42 
 
 My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here 89 
 
 t My heartfelt thoughts to you are leal 427 
 
 ^ly heather land, my heather land 412 
 
 My heid is like to rend, Willie 152 
 
 My Highland home, where tempests blow 8 
 
 My Jeanie and I have toil'd 317 
 
 My laddie is gane far awa' o'er the plain 176 
 
 My lady's gown there's gairs upon't 540 
 
 My lassie is lovely as May-day-adorning 292 
 
 My Lorde Kilspindie's crappe is in 576 
 
 My love, come let us wander 388 
 
 My love is like my ain countrie 409 
 
 My love is like the wee primrose 329 
 
 My love she's but a lassie yet (two sets) 512 & 548 
 
 My love was bom in Aberdeen 44 
 
 My love was once a bonnie lad 266 
 
 My luve's in Germany 406 
 
 My Mary is a bonnie lassie 110 
 
 My mither men't my auld breeks 165 
 
 My mother bids me bind my hair 403 
 
 My mother sung a plaintive song 254 
 
 My mother's aye glowrin' ower me 386 
 
 f My mountain hame, my mountain hame 266 
 
 My name it is Donald Macdonald 67 
 
 My only love I canna rue 448 
 
 My own, my true-love Marion 397 
 
 My Patie is a lover gay 165 
 
 My Peggie is a young thing 27 
 
 My Peggie's face, my Peggie's form 181 
 
 My Sandy was handsome, good-natur'd and gay ...334 
 
 My sheep I neglected— I lost my sheep-hook 134 
 
 My soger laddie is over the sea 537 
 
 My soul is ravish'd with delight 55 
 
 My sweetest May, let love incline thee 516 
 
 My wife's a wanton wee thing 497 
 
 Nae gentle dames, though e'er sae fair 3il 
 
 Nae mair we'll meet again, love 252 
 
 Nainsel pe Maister Shon M'Nab 148 
 
 Nainsel she was porn 'mang ta Hielan' hills 150 
 
 Nancy's to the greenwood gane 3 
 
 Native land: I'll love thee ever 491' 
 
 PACK 
 
 'Neath the wave thy lover sleeps 401 
 
 Never wedding, ever wooing 187 
 
 Nine times bleak winter's cranreuch snell 295 
 
 Nith, trembling to the reaper's sang 93 
 
 No churchman am I, for to rail and to write 573 
 
 No more my song shall be, ye swains 526 
 
 ■f Noo, by my troth, ilk brither dear 206 
 
 t Not the swan on the lake, or the foam on the shore 544 
 
 Now flowery summer comes again 292 
 
 Now I'll whistle, now I'U sing 594 
 
 Now in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays 302 
 
 Now, Jenny lass, my bonnie bird 379 
 
 Now lanely I sit 'neath the green-spreading willow 398 
 
 Now mony a weary day has pass'd 313 
 
 Now Nature haugs her mantle green 382 
 
 Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers 98 
 
 Now Sandy, the winter's cauld blasts are awa' 293 
 
 Now simmer blinks on flowery braes 523 
 
 Now simmer decks the fields wi' flow'rs 163 
 
 Now smiling summer's balmy breeze 116 
 
 Now spring again, wi' liesonie tread 410 
 
 Now the sun's gane out o' sight 240 
 
 Now there's peace on the shore, now there's calm 
 
 on the sea 64 
 
 Now wat ye wha I met yestreen 386 
 
 Now westlin' winds and slaughtering guns 549 
 
 Now winter comes, wi' breath sae sneU 243 
 
 Now winter, wi' his cloudy brow 406 
 
 [Note.— As the distinction between the interjections 
 "O" and " Oh" is not very well defined, most writers 
 using either indiscriminately, we here, to avoid con- 
 fusion, place them both together, arranged as if they 
 all commenced with the simple vowel " O," and with- 
 out reference to the " h."] 
 
 O Allister M'AlUster 212 
 
 O, are ye sleeping, Maggie 242 
 
 O, as I was kist yestreen 556 
 
 O, aye my vrife she dang me 530 
 
 O Bell, thy looks ha'e kUl'd my heart 303 
 
 O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray 362 
 
 O blessings attend my sweet wee laddie 585 
 
 Oh! blythly shines the bonnie sun 419 
 
 t O blythly smiles the moon 130 
 
 O bonnie are the howes 62 
 
 f O bonnie's the lily that blooms in the valley 198 
 
 f O brave Caledonians, my brothers, my friends ...553 
 
 Oh! bright the beaming queen o' night 43 
 
 O brother Sandie, hear ye the news 520 
 
 O. cam' ye here the fight to shun 172 
 
 f O! carle Time, auld carle Time 300 
 
 O cherub Content! at thy moss-cover'd shrine 182 
 
 O come awa', come awa' 494 
 
 f O come with me, for the queen of night 421 
 
 "t O ! could'st thou for a moment look 475 
 
 ■f O cozy, cozy i' the neuk 352 
 
 Oh! deck thy hair wi' the heather bell 265 
 
 Oh! dinna ask me gin I lo'e thee 332 
 
 O dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave thee 408 
 
 O! dinna think, though we, guidwife 499 
 
 t Oh ere we part, my heart leaps hie 38 
 
 O fare thee weel, fair Cartha's side 282 
 
 t O freedom, you're muckle deservin* 576 
 
 O gae to the kye wi' me, Johnnie 364 
 
 O Galloway Tam came here to woo 580 
 
 Oh, gin I were a baron's heir 430 
 
 O gin I were fairly shot o' her 532 
 
 O! gin I were the balmy sleep 139 
 
 O ! gin I were where Gadie rins 163 
 
 } O gin my love were yon red rose 489 
 
C02 
 
 nrDEX TO TBS Futar Lona 
 
 Oitav. « 
 Ot«iik«: 
 
 Oh! gi.yewmb«t»iM,UHto ~ '";£ X "^ r^-if? "SI !22-'3=r 
 
 O jii(£! *le cone*, mod g«de mle fow "tS, 
 
 T O niea* ye wh« I met >eirti«ra *W 
 
 Oh, ha'e ye Men the Tweed. wkOe tbe moo* "kwi* 
 
 briyht ^ 
 
 O happy, happy were the dMj% o' aakl Uat«y«e -•• 
 
 t O hark to the ttrain that »ae »weetl» w nngut' ..Ml 
 
 t O haat thou for^tten the birk tree • ahaoe »M 
 
 f Oh, Helen, dear! oh, Helen dear —• ^ 
 
 Oh hon a h! there'i loaMtluttf wastin* JM 
 
 O, how can I be W>'ihe and rind 117 
 
 Oh, how could I venture to lo«c OM Uk« IkM MV 
 
 O how shall 1, untkilfu', tiy ......_..^~.«~«~~.g* 
 
 O, I ha'e loat my tilken aaiood.>.......«..~.~.~.~.»«»«-.W* 
 
 Oh, I lo'ed my lawie weel -....~.-..~~.-. JW 
 
 O, I maun braid my yellopw hair ...... — _.>..~— .~~.^j> 
 
 O! I'll awa' hame to my mitlwr, I «a......>.>....~lM 
 
 Oh, I'm ome to the Low Co«ntri« .^^.„.,.^^~JKJ9 
 
 O ken ye Mef o' Marley flM ......„...^— .~JM 
 
 O Kenroure'* on and awv WflUa „.„.^^^^^~JUt 
 
 O, laaaie, art thon *Iecpia(9«l. ^.,^^...^^...^.~9lt 
 
 O luiie I lu'e denrcat ...^I „^.^.>^^~.~>U 
 
 O, lasue, wilt than co .^......., .,....,..■.. JM 
 
 Olay thy loofiaamclaMte ....,...^^^....^~,»,~JW 
 "' enotitheer— ' — *^ "~ 
 
 O leeze m* on my ipinnin ^ wlw al 
 t O leexe me on the Glen, tknt ' 
 
 Eden ha' 
 
 O Lozan, (weetly didat then riid* 
 "• •- ' WtUL 
 
 O lore! thou deUfliU in »«■'• nda .. 
 
 Oh, lore will venture In w*- — ■ '* ' 
 
 O lo\ely PoUy Stcwnn... 
 O, Mary, at thy «r" ' - 
 O, Mary, tun 
 
 (.fetktoMidaiflMlwi 
 ir kan «OB* aM (MM 
 
 O Mary, ye'ae be dad ia d 
 
 merry row I O mui i rv 
 Oh. Mirk. Mirk, fe tkto ■ 
 Oh Mony a year kaa «om ^ 
 
 iO aMndsf tiMC e* kanlaaM .. 
 Mother, tcO the laifd «?l „„... 
 
 t O My benaie laaaia'a dead „..„ — .«.«U 
 
 O : my laasie, oar Joy to c aa ay la U aofai ^^^..^. • 
 
 1 my lore", boania. boaaia, boM& ... Ml 
 
 O, my luve'a Uka a ivd rad roaa ^^.^^... M 
 
 Oh Nancy's hair i« ycDow Uka c««d JN 
 
 O Nature u boaaia aad bhrthaaoaat to •m^^.^^n* 
 
 Oh. neifchbonr* I urtuit had I ado Cor to Manr » 
 
 to no; Imayaotlovathaaaow MB 
 
 Oh : not when hope* are bricktaM.. ^.^,^„^^JM 
 
 O. once I loved a bonnie lai^ MB 
 
 Oh, open the door, some pjty to alMW ^^,„^^,„.n9 
 
 Oh ! pity at. auld Hirhlan' piper . 
 
 O Po^k-head wood u boLBie 
 
 O, puirtith cauld, and re»t!e»s low 
 Oh, Rowan tree, oh, Kuwan trea... 
 
 um 
 
 k o' thine c 
 
 O »air I rue the witless wish 
 
 O sairlr may I me tbe dagr ^^, 
 
 O SanoT is a bmw lad „,^. 
 
 O, Sandy, why leave thns thy Ndiy t* 
 
 O saw ye bonnie Lesley ^....^^..Mm 
 
 O saw ye my father, or saw ye my aitbcr .....^W 
 
 O saw ye my wee thin^? saw ye my ain thfai* ^^ t 
 O saw >e the last wi' the bonnie bloc eca ....^.^„ 7» 
 O saw ye VTilue frae tbe wast — 
 
 Cr««a tkjr ewaf 
 
 >.thMaas»iTlil^Hiiiiii . 
 
 JST uTX TMi^-ifc aii ifciili 
 
 loeMaatiathaailM li igliii lii*.,Z- 
 Olt.tahOM»toy— «— ^AHH iliaii H 
 
 Ok MB aa. oh Idl Mi^ haHto «■ 
 O laa aa M» af «t^ m4 «■!■ Il 
 Oh, Mfl aa aM Ihaa Ihte h ' 
 O thai 1 aa*** had haaa ■ 
 tOthoA^a 
 O tha f " 
 
 O iho aoan aMv «««« -— .— U 
 
 Oh.th>»Mia H i ^| a Ma fyaHi— al »i iwiit 
 
 Oh.thawawaMa««MMqr»Mb ZlZ. m 
 
 0.«hiataaoMgriia\MM«i 4» 
 
 OlhtolaaaaiyalalMil* 
 
 OthtetoaaaiviiBli 
 
 O. Ihaa haal aaablte 1% Mr . 
 
 0,lhaahai 
 
 htwhatatho I Jiliawah'dMyiiiaa a 'l 
 aaha tfcoa, O «ah* Ika^ ay hHMte hMMdi MpI Ml 
 a^ M^ ay Iho haaft ,,,„, 1 
 
 k.aaaM«la»aa*yad«h« 
 — «>aa- — 
 
 O^ MM !• vha'a ta yaa taaa ,^, , Ml 
 
 Ouaoaftha'a aat Mjci ^haa aia Hv. O ...—■— 
 
 to aaary laaf iMa JaaiQalAi "^ fTt 
 
 Ojaaary aa Iha laaas pmrnA M 
 
 Ok. mal hafc> tha ha* laoa tm 
 
 O. Mil I ha-a Htad^aiV aaM aMia Wal^ ......JP 
 
 O aaal I atad lha haryv *va 01 
 
 0«aalaMvlMiadaaihaMk«tIua4Meat gh 
 
 O aaal aay lha haaMa an* iM 
 
 OwarfSaaaaayaiaaaa SM 
 
 Oh. lllllMI. Ill II I I. n m«M 
 
 OaaralaalhehaaihaMla ....J3 
 
 0«aaa«ylaaaf«BMa»Mr jm 
 
 O aai thoa ia tha aaaM htH« J« 
 
 O, aha MO ana hapipy a ao aad ay Jaaat Ml 
 
 O aha ia ho I lasvM waol .TZ ,SM 
 
 O aha iasha thai la^ao -_ Mi 
 
 O whar (at wa that haaaH hha haaaal tH 
 
 Oh.wharha*ayat ■iarti«iiill«j BiaMi — 
 
 OhwharwasMMolaaMMNMI ^, - — 
 
 Oh. whar wAll gaa tol •«•»• 
 
 » wha'a tor ■■allaad aad Cfcrtto 
 
 ^Owhan^tallaawl 
 
— 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 INDEX TO 
 
 I 
 
 t Oh, where will I gae find a place 
 
 O, whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad (2 sete) 334 
 O why do I love thee, Glenaray, O why 
 
 THF 
 
 AGE/ 
 .543^ 
 ,335 
 .133 
 . 59 
 . 45 
 .114 
 .495 
 .216 
 .518 
 .. 31 
 .312 
 ..474 
 ..140 
 ..428 
 ..592 
 ..557 
 •161 
 ..327 
 ..309 
 ..327 
 ..555 
 ..438 
 .. 19 
 ..589 
 ..116 
 .. 2 
 ..192 
 ..258 
 r316 
 ..442 
 .. 39 
 ..348 
 ..493 
 ..315 
 ..227 
 ..562 
 302 
 ..460 
 ..576 
 s407 
 .. 66 
 .. 46 
 ..420 
 ..405 
 .. 31 
 ..270 
 .. 23 
 ..230 
 ..468 
 ..325 
 
 ..305 
 ..246 
 ..560 
 ..157 
 ..171 
 ..507 
 
 ..277 
 ..206 
 
 ..257 
 ..287 
 ..326 
 ..275 
 ..287 
 ..531 
 .. 83 
 216 
 
 FIRST LINES. 
 
 Sae flaxen were her ringlets 
 
 Sair, sair was my heart, when I parted wi' my 
 
 Sanct Mungo wals ane famous sanct 
 
 Saw ye Johnny comin' quo' she 
 
 603 
 
 PAOB 
 
 21 
 
 Jean 90 
 
 587 
 
 2 
 
 158 
 
 
 O, why should old age so much wound us, O 
 
 O will ye go to yon bum side 
 
 O, will ye ha'e ta tartan plaid 
 
 O, AVillie brew'd apeck o' maut 
 
 O Willie, weel I mind, I lent you my hand 
 
 
 158 
 
 Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure 
 
 Scots, wha ha'e m' Wallace bled 
 
 197 
 
 160 
 
 . . 292 
 
 See, the city enshrouded in pestilent smoke ., 
 
 330 
 
 194 
 
 Oh! would that the wind that is sweeping now..,. 
 
 Oh I ye wha here, wi' cheerfu' glee 
 
 t O years ha'e come, an' years ha'e gane 
 
 Och, hey! Johnnie lad 
 
 See the moon o'er cloudless Jura 
 
 87 
 
 414 
 
 She is a winsome wee thing 
 
 ffi 
 
 
 October winds, wi' biting breath 
 
 O'er hill and dale roamin', at daydawn or gloamin 
 O'er the braes and o'er the bum 
 
 She whose lang loose unbraided hair 
 
 She's aff and awa' like the lang eummer day . 
 She's fair and fause that causes my smart .... 
 Should auld acquaintance be forgot (two sets 
 Should old acquaintance be forgot 
 
 319 
 
 215 
 
 272 
 
 ...56, 57 
 
 55 
 
 .... 220 
 
 O'er the mountain, o'er the lea 
 
 Of mighty nature's handywprks 
 
 Old King Coul was a jolly old soul 
 
 Since uncle's death I've lads anew 
 
 139 
 
 Sing a' ye bards wi' loud acclaim 207 
 
 Sing on, thou Uttle bird 123 
 
 Sit you down here, my cronies, an' gi'e us your crack 267 
 Sleep'st thou or wak^st thou, fairest creature 177 
 
 On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells 
 
 On Ettrick banks, ae simmer's night 
 
 On Ettrick clear there grows a bner 
 
 On the airy Ben-nevis the wind is awake 
 
 On the banks o' the burn while I pensively wande 
 
 On the blythe Beltane, as I went 
 
 t On the green banks of Neidpath 
 
 On the wild braes of Calder, 1 found a fair lily ... 
 
 
 232 
 
 430 
 
 131 
 
 585 
 
 elly 199 
 .......153 
 
 326 
 
 490 
 
 Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam . 
 t Some may delight to spend their hours .... 
 Some rail against drinking, and say 'tis a sin. 
 Some sing of sweet Mally, some sing of fail- > 
 
 Son of the mighty and the free 
 
 Sons of the mountain glen 
 
 On Whitsunday morning 1 went to the fair 
 
 t On yonder sunny brae we met 
 
 t Once William swore the sacred oath 
 
 One day I heard Mary say, how shall I leave thee 
 
 One night as young Colin lay musing in bed 
 
 One star of the morning still lingers 
 
 Our bonnie Scots lads, in tboir green tartan plaid 
 
 Speak not of love to one whose breast 
 
 Speak on, speak thus, and still my grief 
 
 Star, that bringest home the bee 
 
 Stay, my Willie-yet believe me 
 
 320 
 
 526 
 
 114 
 
 529 
 
 Our gudeman cam' hame at e'en 
 
 t Our gudeman's an unco body 
 
 
 f,^ 
 
 Sweet as May morning, the heath hills adorning.. .550 
 Sweet closes the evening on Craigie-bura-wood ...209 
 
 Sweet fa's the eve on Craigie-bura 210 
 
 Sweet is the dawn of vernal morn 587 
 
 
 Our Slay had an e'e to a man 
 
 
 
 Sweet May! sweet May! revives again 
 
 :....:.588 
 
 40 
 
 
 
 Sweet the bard, and sweet his strain 483 
 
 Sweet was her look when she smiling sat by my side 473 
 Sweet's the dew-deck'd rose in June 257 
 
 Pardon now the bold outlaw 
 
 Peggy, now the king's come 
 
 Pibroch of DonuU Dhu 
 
 Pray came you here the fight to shun 
 
 Tak' tent now, Jean,— ye mind yestreen 
 
 Tarry woo, tarry woo 
 
 Ta.ste life's glad moments 
 
 t Tell me, dear, in mercy speak 
 
 Tell me, thou soul of her I love 
 
 Ill 
 
 496 
 
 187 
 
 525 
 
 36 
 
 402 
 
 Queer Willie WaggletaU 
 
 Red gleams the sun on yon hill tap 
 
 
 381 
 
 The auld man's mear's dead (two sets) 
 
 128 
 
 300 
 
 Rising o*er the heaving billow 
 
 
 563 
 
 Robin is mypnly jo 
 
 t The bilk grows green on Kennel banks .... 
 
 The bittern's quavering tnimp on high 
 
 The bloom hath fled thy cheek, Mary 
 
 The blude-red rose at Yule may blaw 
 
 425 
 
 113 
 
 584 
 
 501 
 
 563 
 
 Rob's Jock cam' to woo our Jenny 
 
 
 .. 8^ 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 1 
 
604 
 
 nrDKX TO THX FIBST LDTB. 
 
 The bonnie bracket UMie. 
 The bonnie row«n-ba«h 
 
 fThe breath o' tprio; u fratefa* 
 
 i^TW ■wo hU «IU»V4 tW M«>1 Vm . 
 
 The bright ro»e o' ummer Um brier w«« adoraia ..Jm 
 t The bright tUr o' e'eaia' pMp'd f«(tk fra* (to ■ftjr M* 
 
 t The brieht sun had citrai > „.4M 
 
 e bright 
 t The bright sun had citroi 
 The bud on the brier it U »- 
 
 The can tie spring scarce rear'd 
 
 The carle he cam' ower the craft _^-. 
 
 The Catrine woods were yellow scmi „^ 
 
 The cauld blasu o' winter bUw chill o'ar tk« 
 f The raiUd cauld winter** «UM, ls«« .^~..~ 
 
 The Chevalier, being void M fcw „~.~, 
 
 The cold winter is past aad g o m ...-.....^..^.. 
 
 The collier has a daughter ^.^>...^^..„ 
 
 The corbie wi' his roupw tkraaC >.».... 
 
 The cronach stilk the dowia hM>l.„ 
 
 The dark gray o' gloamiBg ^^... 
 
 The day is departed, and round ttvm tha ctoi 
 
 The day returns, my boaom b«r«s ^^ 
 
 The deil cam' flddUn' Ihroogh tlM t«WI ^^ 
 t The deil's in the hiziie* .. 
 The e'e o' the dawn. Elisa... 
 t The evening w 
 
 t The evening •«■'• nm dowa tha «aM^„.^ U 
 
 The gale is h^gh. tiMtark ia Makt JM 
 
 fThe Glasgow laaaaa dvHa fte'Vav lU 
 
 The grass had aaa fraadoai •* aiw Ha' ....^^..^^ 
 
 The green broom waa bkaoada* ^^.„„ ^...—.J 
 
 The hairst is now owra „....„.«,^...^ J 
 
 The harp of Scotia dear _ J 
 
 The heath this night amat be aqr bad I 
 
 The heath-cock oraw'd o'tr aiair aad data i 
 
 Tu. t.-.»i. ui 1- J 1*11111 r II i ■ I ■ I aMwa t 
 
 The hills of my eoaalrjr are aaatled with aaow 
 
 The kind breath o' anaiaMT Maw aaflty alaac ] 
 
 The kye are rowtiat ia tha la^ * 
 
 The laddies plagne me fbr a ■ 
 
 The laird o* Cockpea he'a praa^aad ha'* r 
 
 The laird of RosltV* r 
 
 rThe lark and wren are long awaka „ „., 
 
 The lark had left the evening cload .„,„.^...„ 
 The lark hath sought his graaqr hoaM ....^.^., 
 
 The lass o' Patie's miU ^ „^ 
 
 The lasses a' leugh, and the carUa tala ...^,! 
 
 The lasses fain wad ha'e frae roe 
 
 The last gleam o' sun»et iu ocean wa* Makia' 
 
 The last, the faul hour is come „ 
 
 The last time I cam' o'er the moir 
 
 The laverock sung at the break o' dar 
 
 The Lawland lads think they an flaa "Z" 
 
 The lily of the vale is sweet „„..„ .. 
 
 The loved of early days 
 
 The lovely lass o' Invemes* 
 
 The luve that I had chosen „ 
 
 fThe maidens are smUing in rocker Gleaeoa 
 The man wha lo'es fair nature's " 
 
 The meal was dear short syne , 
 
 The midges dance aboon the bum 
 
 The midnight hour is clinking, lad* .. 
 The Minstrel sleeps! the chana ia o' 
 
 adfllla»V4lkaW(Urtk 
 
 «MaMaalMarMi'dkari^«te^d 
 ■Moa-a oa ika laMw Mi *a MiMffe •■ Ika ki 
 
 1W artasMaa ItoaMa hsamh the Wm ,. 
 
 TWprtfaaakliiwi hy hwws aad h«aa 
 
 TW tad asaaa la a* a'ar iha sMaa-aaaaMi aaai 
 
 — - ' LaaLyw. Wa gaM 
 
 MaakaiktlwaaawkklaaMi . 
 
 l%m mmtata^ flaimm, pnNm^ §n 
 
 tTWaaa* iVai^. Ikaagh laMr "m^^ >* •> 
 
 tTiM afvtac IMM hMhiaMa the aiatli'"! 
 
 TW aaa had dlpyli ^w« the hOl . 
 
 1W aaa kaa aaaa 4mmn •'•» the Mty BaaUaii 
 
 TW aaa laakTd Iteaagh aa laalat alaad 
 
 The aaa aa tha MBaw , » 
 
 The aaa n*ae aaa raaf . (to fNf Mib aimlaff 
 
 Tto aaa Haaa hrtetoh FlaMaL HZ 
 
 Tto aaa saia la algM. •■« Ito Man ataa Ito A 
 
 Ttotaa»alahad««laa«rMI 
 
 Tto tWs aa tow n p i ii ^| la Ito ■■» ^^...^ 
 
 Tto traa^ wata aM ihaih'd aa h ' "' '" 
 
 Tto waana ha^ haah ^aia J]« 
 
 Tto waaty paai. tto aaaay yaad _ J» 
 
 Tto wtdaw aaa hatow aad Ito vhla* aaa heaw ... ..t^ 
 
 Tto wlatar aM tow aa tto sprtac ai> ito >aar ... 
 
 aia wtatar** aaSd aM ahaavlaaa Maal 
 aiaa aeha iMa la •mv'b had 
 
 Tto Hiaw.hatr'4 taddl* s«l daaa aa yaa haaa 
 Ttoir graaaaa' a«aai ayftli In Ihaalffa Iaa4* fad 
 Ttoaa aMi' a yaMiC awa la a*y iifti^ <aa> . 
 TWdwna'dVM^ la Ahiidiaa 
 
 _ baheaalaHii ll^ta— r 
 
 There ia a aaaalry aaaHaaMa 
 
 There toad a laaa if laaaraaa 
 
 TtoratoasalaadartlattdlaPUh 
 
 ..Mi 
 
 . • 
 

 ' 
 
 
 
 INDEX TO 
 
 I 
 
 There was anes a may, an' she loo'd na men 
 
 There's auld Rob Morris, that wons in yon glen 
 
 There's bonnle maids in Auchinblae 
 
 There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes 
 
 There's cauld kail in Aberdeen (four sets) 237, 23t 
 
 riiere's fouth o' braw Jockies and Jennies 
 
 There's kames o' hinnie 'tween my luve's lips ... 
 
 THI 
 
 .. 83 
 ..492 
 ..499 
 ,256 
 ..100 
 .. 20 
 ..140 
 ..374 
 ..374 
 ..109 
 201 
 ..366 
 ..493 
 ..286 
 ..527 
 ..168 
 ..195 
 .. 58 
 
 ;;i82 
 
 ..214 
 ..413 
 ..243 
 .. 81 
 ..327 
 ..586 
 .. 58 
 ..214 
 ..342 
 ..343 
 ..244 
 ..183 
 ..260 
 497 
 
 ..505 
 .. 27 
 
 ..285 
 ..456 
 .. 5 
 ..319 
 .. 62 
 .. 61 
 ..405 
 ..285 
 ..108 
 ..587 
 ..501 
 ..262 
 ..475 
 ..293 
 ..235 
 ..428 
 ..135 
 ..354 
 ..473 
 ..175 
 ..441 
 .. 33 
 
 .. 70 
 J 136 
 ..455 
 ..124 
 ..145 
 
 .. 5 
 ..535 ci 
 
 : FIRST LINES. 6 
 
 k i 
 * Was ever old warrior of suffering so weary 
 
 We sat beneath the trystin' tree 
 
 t "We sat upon a grassy knowe 
 
 05 
 
 ..153 
 ..416 
 ..487 
 ..405 
 ..365 
 .. 82 
 ..310 
 ..400 
 ..253 
 ..439 
 ..4-K) 
 
 ..184 
 ..410 
 ..377 
 ..520 
 259 
 ..255 
 ..114 
 ..474 
 ..225 
 ..368 
 ..318 
 ..393 
 ..105 
 ..296 
 e429 
 ..361 
 ..589 
 ..462 
 ..211 
 ..418 
 ..468 
 .. 75 
 ..350 
 ..219 
 ..314 
 .. 61 
 ..411 
 i'143 
 ..485 
 .. 72 
 .. 65 
 .. 15 
 .344 
 ..518 
 ..301 
 ..248 
 ..446 
 ..460 
 ..450 
 ..534 
 ..221 
 ..308 
 .. 23 
 dl30 
 ..449 
 ..663 
 ..541 
 63 
 ..453 
 ..238 
 ..567 
 .. 98 
 ..104 
 .. 34 
 ..329 
 ..514 
 . 51 
 ..564 
 
 
 Weary fa' you, Duncan Gray 
 
 Wee Johnnie the hynd o' Rigghead 
 
 Weep not over poet's wrong 
 
 r There's monie lads and lasses braw 
 
 
 
 There's nae laddie coming for thee, my dear Jean 
 
 We'll meet beside the dusky glen on yon burnsid 
 
 We've drunk to them that's here about 
 
 Wha is he I hear sae crouse 
 
 Wha my kettle now will boil 
 
 Wha the deil ha'e we gotten for a king 
 
 Wha wadna be in love wi' bonnie Maggie Lauder 
 
 
 
 
 
 There's waefu' news in yon town 
 
 They lighted a taper at the dead of night 
 
 Whan first I forgather'd wi' Peggie 
 
 Whar ha'e ye been a' day, my boy, Tammy 
 
 Whar live ye, my bonnie lass 
 
 Wha's at the window, wha, wha .. 
 
 Thickest night, o'erhang my dwelling 
 
 
 Wha's this, bedight in tatter'd claes 
 
 Wha's this, wi' voice o' music sweet 
 
 What ails this heart o' mine 
 
 
 This lone heart is thine, lassie 
 
 Thou bonnie wood of Craigie-lea 
 
 What ails you now, my dainty Pate 
 
 What can a young lassie, what shall a young lass 
 
 What's a' the steer, kimmer 
 
 When a' ither bairnies are hush'd to their hame 
 
 Thou dark winding Cairon once pleasing to see 
 Thou hast left me ever, Jamie.. 
 
 
 When autumn has laid her sickle by 
 
 When cities of old days 
 
 When day declining gilds the west 
 
 When first I came to be a man 
 
 
 Thou'rt sail- alter'd now. May 
 
 Though dowie's the winter sae gloomie an' drear 
 Though, for seven years and mair, honour shoulc 
 
 
 When first my brave Johnnie lad 
 
 When first my dear laddie gaed to the green hill 
 When gloamin o'er the welkin steals 
 
 Though simmer smiles on bank and brae 
 
 Though the winter of age wreathes her snow or 
 
 When gowans sprinkl'd a' the lea 
 
 t When gowd's in the pccket there's mirth in the h 
 
 
 
 When I ha'e a saxpence under my thoom 
 
 When I rov'd ayoung Highlander 
 
 Thy fatal shafts unerring move 
 
 
 When I think on the sweet smiles o' my lassie... 
 When I think on this warld's pelf 
 
 
 'Tis no very lang sinsyne 
 
 'Tis hinna ye heard, man, o' Barrochan Jean 
 
 To arms! to arms! to arms, my lads 
 
 When I was a miller in Fife 
 
 When I was in my se'enteen year 
 
 When innocent pastime our pleasures did crown 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Tune your fiddles, tune them sweetly 
 
 When life was gay, an' hope was young 
 
 When lightning parts the thunder-cloud 
 
 When lonely thou wanderest along by the wild woo 
 
 t When Mkry Shaw cam' to our v^ley '.'...'.'.'.'.'.'. 
 
 When my flocks upon the heathy hill 
 
 When our ancient forefathers agreed wi' the lairc 
 
 When Phoebus bright the azure skies 
 
 When poortith cauld, and sour disdain 
 
 
 {■ 'Twas at the hour o' gloamin' fa' 
 
 
 
 
 'Twas when the wan leaf l?ae the birk tree wa 
 fa'in 
 
 •Twas summer, and saftly the breezes were blowin 
 'Twas summer, and the day was fair 
 
 When rosy May comes in wi' flowers 
 
 When silent time, wi' lightly foot 
 
 When summer comes the swains on Tweed 
 
 When summer's sun shone warm and bright 
 
 When the fair one, and the dear one 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 V 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
606 
 
 UIDEX TO TBS FUUT UMtM. 
 
 When the »heep »re i; 
 
 When the lun r«e« down 
 
 When tree* did bad, and fields were gTt*m 
 When war had broke in on the peMC o" uM ■•■ Itt 
 When we two parted, on thy cheek "** 
 
 When we went to the field o' war ... 
 
 t When we're parted, think not thoa „.^^.wM* 
 
 When white wa. my o'erlay. a* foaw o' tk« Um ^ 9B 
 
 iraa bUwiar caal 
 woo ■•, Taa .. 
 
 When wild war's deadly blast 
 When winter's wind was bUwiaj 
 Whene'er ye come 
 
 Where Cart rin» rowin' 
 
 Where floated crane, and dam'roM gwU 
 Where rang ye, ye »illy 
 
 Where ha'e ye ' 
 
 Where Kelvin 
 
 Where Uuair rins sweet aaMac A« f« 
 Where the pools are brifkt uid 4imp 
 Where shall the lo»er rest... 
 
 ig ye, ye Miiy aoio can* .>. 
 e ye been sae br»w, Ud ... 
 km rins tn joi« tte CM> 
 air rins sweet •«•■« ttt i 
 
 WhUe larks with UtUe wimm .„.„^.^^^.^ 
 WhUe some to dutaut reglOM Mi.^....... 
 
 Whoe'er beholds my H«Im*« ftM ...^.^^ 
 
 Wliy weep ye by Um tkte, My« Z 
 
 Wi' heart sincere I l*f« tkM, Bdl .„... 
 
 Wifie, come hasM, ay eoMki* «•« A 
 Willye gM to Um awv-bwtkt*. MmIm 
 
 WiU /• gmof o'er tlw Im rtff 
 
 ""U ye guif wi' MM, liMate 
 
 Will ye gmag wi' me, hkm UwUm .^^^^^..^.^ » 
 
 WiU ye go to the Hi|rillM^*, m^Hmr^ "T 
 
 WiU ye go to the Idke. my JOiy ..^^..^ M 
 
 Uyego 
 WilUe was a waawia wn 
 Willie WasUe dwalt oa^ 
 Wi!; thiu be uy dearie 
 
 Ten •' Ml • ka*MMM flllUlt li k*'. 
 
 Tan •' laTm kmf4fSt tf hikm MmI... 
 T«*i« iqr ■*«. I«««i y«^ aiy aim...-. — 
 Tw. tiMgk «« M^OT agiAa ifc— y bmi 
 T«mnmTim4 • plM*'««M. 
 
 r«a «■ «M Ml. m4 •*•» Um ifef .^.^......^.^wH 
 
 rMMf ilaf ■>* ywr VcBm* Mi ki«( v^ pmm 
 
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 INDEX OF AUTHORS. 
 
 
 
 •,• The figures point out the page of the Book where each Author's song is to be found;— the word [bis]. 
 
 
 
 means that two songs by the same writer are to be met with in that page;— [ter] announces that three; 
 
 
 
 and [quater] that four are inserted in the same page. 
 
 
 
 Adams, Jean, 112. A Burtt, John, 299, 309, 312 [bis], 482. 
 
 
 
 Ainslie, Hugh, 57, 113, 134 [bis], 391, 396, 575 ^ 
 Aitchison, James, 549. 
 
 * Byron, Lord, 65, 369 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Alexander, W., 269, 289. 
 
 Cameron, William, 43. 
 
 
 
 AUau, George, 459, 461, 542. 
 
 
 
 
 AUan, Robert, 107, 109 [bis], 248, 249, 256, 402, 490. 
 
 CampbeU, Thomas, 58, 110, 114, 182, 187, 411, 446. 
 
 
 
 Allardice, Rev. Mr., 326. 
 
 Carlyle, Alexander, 368, 403. 
 
 
 
 Anderson, , 288. 
 
 Carmichael, Robert, 414, 450. 
 
 
 
 Anderson, John, 363, 532. 
 
 Carnegie, James, 35. 
 Carrick, John Donald, 585. 
 
 
 
 Anderson, Thomas, 365. 
 
 
 
 Anderson, WiUiam, 227, 228 [bis], 527. 
 
 Chalmers, WiUiam, 123, 208, 334, 361. 
 
 
 
 Argyle, John, Duke of, 223. 
 
 Clerk, Sir John, 178. 
 
 
 
 Arnol, David, 130. 
 
 Clunie, Rev. John, 337. 
 
 
 
 Atkinson, Thomas, 215. 
 
 Cochrane, Archibald, 73. 
 
 
 
 Austin, Dr., 120. 
 
 Cockbum, Mrs., 368, 533. 
 ConoUy, Erskine, 392, 416. 
 
 
 
 Baillie, Joanna, 18, 30, 69, 72, 543. 
 
 Corbett, Miss, 419. 
 
 
 
 BaiUie, Lady Grizzel, 135, 433. 
 
 Couper, Dr., 257. 
 
 
 
 Bain, Andrew, G., 550. 
 
 Crawford, Archibald. 7. 
 
 
 
 Ballantine, James, 166, 179, 409. 
 
 Crawfurd, G., 310. 
 
 
 
 Barclay, Rev. John, 171. 
 
 
 
 
 Bennie, WiUiam, 329. 
 
 498, 504. 
 
 
 
 Bennoch, Francis, 10, 423 [bis], 424, 472, 483. 
 
 Cross, WiUiam, 270, 304, 345. 
 
 
 
 Binning, Lord, 582. 
 Birnie, Patrick, 128. 
 
 Gumming, J. G., 352 [bis]. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Blacklock, Dr. Thomas, 399, 431, 460. 
 
 319, 366, 438, 485, 486, 517, 525. 
 
 
 
 Blamire, Susanna, 104, 105, 118, 528, 532. 
 
 Cunningham, John, 437. 
 
 
 
 BosweU, Sir Alexander, 13, 60, 186, 187, 219. 
 
 
 
 
 Breckenridge, John, 212. 
 
 Cunningham, Thomas, 115, 116. 
 
 
 
 Brown, James, 199. 
 
 
 
 
 Brown, Thomas, 343. 
 
 Denovan, J. C, 333. 
 
 
 
 Bryce, Rev. Alexander, 47. 
 
 Dick, Thomas, 544. 
 
 
 
 . Brydsou, Rev. Thomas, 467, 469. 
 
 Dobie WiUiam, 81. 
 
 
 
 Buchan, Patrick, 586. 
 
 Dodds, Thomas, 409, 420, 464. 
 
 
 
 Buchanan, , 243. 
 
 Dougal, John, 393, 552. 
 
 
 
 
 Douglas, , 438. 
 
 
 
 Burne, Nicol, 453. 
 
 Douglas, Alex., 296. 
 
 
 
 Burns, John, 307. 
 
 Drummond, David, 234. 
 
 
 
 BcRNS, Robert, 6, 9, 21, 25, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 35, 
 
 Dryden, , 321, 322. 
 
 
 
 40, 41, 42, 44, 49 [bis], 51, 54, 56, 60, 62, 64, 77, 82, 83, 
 86, 87, 89 [bis], 92, 98 [bis], 103, 116, 117 [bis], 120, 
 
 Dudgeon, WiUiam, 5. 
 
 
 
 Dimiop, , 159, 332. 
 
 
 
 121 [bis], 123, 132, 133, 146, 159, 160, 166, 172, 175, 
 
 D'Urfey, Thomas, 145, 177, 317, 623. 
 
 
 
 177 [bis], 181, 182 [bis], 191, 206, 209 [ter], 210, 214 
 
 
 
 
 [bis], 216, 217, 221 [ter], 223, 225, 226, 230, 234, 235, 
 241, 242, 245, 246, 260, 272, 283, 302, 305, 311 [bis], 
 
 Elliot, Miss Jane, 368. 
 
 
 
 EUiot, Sir Gilbert, 134, 135. 
 
 
 
 825, 331, 334, 338, 339, 341, 342, 344, 345, 346, 349, 
 
 Erskine, Hon. Andrew, 442. 
 Erskine, Sir Harry, 426. 
 
 
 
 351, 352, 354, 365, 371, 382, 414, 428 [bis], 429 [bis], 
 
 
 
 434 [bis], 440, 441 [bis], 447, 451, 463, 465, 466, 470, 
 473, 477, 478, 484, 485, 488, 489, 490, 497, 499, 501, 
 
 Ewing, John, 233. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 611 [bis], 512 [bis], 523, 529 [ter], 530, 531 [bis]. 
 
 Falconer, William, 152, .191. 
 
 
 
 532, 539, 540, 546, 547, 548, 549, 551, 555, 558, 563, 
 
 Fergusson, Robert, 3, 100. 
 
 
 
 566, 568, 569, 570 [bis], 573, 574, 577 [bis], 579, 580, 
 
 Fergusson, William, 138, 142 [bis], 300, il5, «5. 
 
 
 
 581 [bis], .183, 595, 596. 
 
 Ferrier, Miss, 22. 
 
 
 
 Bums, Robert, (son of the Poet), 200, 201. ^ 
 
 ► Finlay, John, 385, 421. 
 
 
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 FinUy, Wmiam. 1SL i 
 
 FinUyton, C. J.. Ml. SSI. SSS. $4*. 
 
 FUber, Alexauuler. I4». 
 
 Fleminc, John, 396. 
 
 FleU^. A. MS i>i*]. »«. «•• 
 
 Forbes, Hon. Doacaa, W. 
 
 Forbes, Peter. 506. 
 
 Fordyce, Dr., 151. 
 
 Foster, W. A.. I4S. «S,tf7. 
 
 Frsser. J.. 16, 410, 4UL 
 
 Fruer. Robert, 877. 
 
 FreemsB. Vi. H., S46. 
 
 FulUrtoB, Alexander, SSK. 
 
 Gall, Bichard, 5, 196. IMTIotI. Wt CM*]. MS. 
 Geddes, Dr. Alesandcr, 7S, 71 
 
 GibM>n, ,S7. UB,«I7. — . ,^ 
 
 Gilfillan, Robcft. U^ S*. »■, KT, MI. Mlk M7. «l^ 
 467,578. 
 
 GUfiUan, w., na 
 
 Glen, William, m,»:,MUV0,tJ»,9m. 
 
 Glover, Jean. 8SC 
 
 Goldie, John, SJ, SB. 
 
 Gordon, Duke vt, 07. 
 
 Graham, Doufald, 147. 
 
 Graham of Gartmore, IS. 
 
 niDKX 07 AVTBOSa. 
 
 Graham, Dr. John, 
 
 Grant, Joseph, S8>. 
 
 Grant, Mrs., of Camm, 8. 
 
 Grant, Mrs., of LaRSB, IX 
 
 Gray, Captain ChaSs. 78. ItS, tU rUiJ.ai.MD [Ul], 
 
 273, S5S, S73, 415, 6S«, S74, M6. 
 Gray, Lient., T. C, SSOi 
 Gray, William. SCS. 
 Griere, John, U4, US. M*. ML 
 
 Halley, W.. 414. 
 
 HamUton, Ehtabcth, IM. 
 
 Hamilton, John, 1 10. 40, flTL 
 
 Hamilton. Robert, lU. 
 
 Hamilton, WUUm^ of BMfMT' Ml Mil MH «I7. 
 
 Hamilton. WUliaa. of Cflturf thl, »^ 
 
 Heddenrick, JaasM, SS, 986. 
 
 Hetherio^oB, W. M.. VO, MX. 
 
 Hewit, Richard, 176. 
 
 Hoadly, Dr. John, SSa 
 
 Hon, James, U, 11. **, 97. m. 97, im. lU. m, ]^ 
 Ibi. 155 [bu], 19S. 9D1, 214. SU, Ml. Mi. «V«iiC 
 S66, 388, >9S, 40S, 507, 506 fMs]. Ml ^. ftM[M4. 
 536, 537, 548. 558. 566. 980. m 
 
 Holmes, William, U7.U8.M8b 
 
 Home, James, 508. 
 
 Honeyman. Rer. James, 896. 
 
 Hume, Alexander, 87 [bi*]. 140. >«B. «i, 410^ 871.01. 
 
 Hunter, Mrs. John, 408. 40t [,4)aatOT]. 
 
 Imlah, John, iii, 7, 183 [bu]. IM^ U6, M«t M6, «». 
 
 Jack, John, 373. 
 
 James V., 96. 
 
 Jamieson, Robert, 531. S07. i 
 
 JeffeiTs, C, 17, 430. 
 
 K. a, 86,384 [bul. 
 Keay, A exander, 106. 
 Keith, Miss Ann. 363. 
 
 Kilpatrick, . 277. 
 
 Kirby, W., 864, 477. 
 
 Utef. Iliuiiif. M^ 81^ IIU 1 
 aiC 888 (Ms]. ««. «iC 4*7. 88 
 
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 LwthMi. J. O.. 8^ 4M. 
 
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 881^ 411. 481. 4a^ «i^ «i^ OS. 
 
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 MiBw. WdhMi. 8^ 78. «a. 
 MiBikM. BftaW 888. 
 
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 INDEX OP AUTHORS. 609 
 
 
 
 
 Pagan, Isabel or Tibbie, 466. ASmibert, Thomas, 11, 62, 69, 97. 
 
 
 
 
 Park, Andrew, 270, 353, 381, 591. * 
 
 * Smith, Rev. C. Lessingham, M. A., 420. 
 
 
 
 
 Parker, James, 290, 471. 475. 
 
 SmoUett, Dr., 51, 319. 
 
 
 
 
 Parry, John, 351. 
 
 Spittal, Dr. R., 265. 
 
 
 
 
 Paul, M^ilUam, 10, 105, 483. 
 
 Steele, , 317. 
 
 
 
 
 Pearson, , 294. 
 
 Stewart, John, 592. 
 
 
 
 
 Perry, D., 491. 
 
 Stewart, Mrs. Dugald, 343. 
 
 
 
 
 Picken, Ebeuezer, 267, 318. 
 
 Stirling, James, 317. 
 
 
 
 
 Pickering, George, 373. 
 
 Stirrat, James, 219, 374 [bis], 876, 377. 
 
 
 
 
 Pinkertou, John, 442. 
 
 Struthers, John, 216, 348 [ter], 369. 
 
 
 
 
 Planche, J. R., 354. 
 
 Sutherland. Mr., 572. 
 
 
 
 
 PoUn, Edward, 97 [bis], 440, 513, 576. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Pringle, Thomas, 23 [bis], 433, 459. 
 
 Tait, John, 136. 
 
 TannahiU, Robert, 15, 27. 41, 58, 103, 108, 110. 118, 
 
 
 
 
 Ramsay, Allan, 4, 27, 42, 56, 62, 121, 123, 137, 158, 165, 
 
 156 [bis]. 238, 242, 272, 273, 327, 328, 335, 369, 406, 
 
 
 
 
 224, 240, 274, 303, 305, 314 [bis], 339, 362, 370, 372. 
 
 407 [bis], 428, 450, 465, 513, 554, 556, 567, 578, 586. 
 
 
 
 
 386 [bis], 389, 413, 455, 457, 460, 481 [bis], 498, 500, 
 
 Taylor, George, 378 [bis]. 
 
 
 
 
 502, 603 [bis], 505, 515 [bis], 516, 526, [bis], 527, 52g, 
 
 Thom, William, 376, 412, 589. 
 
 
 
 
 555,557,560,562,578. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Reid, William, 3, 54, 238, 400, 534, 555. 
 
 Thomson, James, 24, 36. 
 
 
 
 
 Riddel, Mrs., 529. 
 
 Tough, David, 391. 
 
 
 
 
 Riddel, Rev. H. S., 247, 261, 306, 459, 468, 541. 
 
 Train, Joseph, 492. 
 Train, William, 468, 498. 
 
 
 
 
 Ritchie, Alexander, A., 585. 
 
 
 
 
 Robertson, George, 474. 
 
 Turner, James. 347. 
 
 
 
 
 Robertson, John, 507. 
 
 Tytler, James, 241, 335, 370. 
 
 
 
 
 Rodger. Alexander, 148, 150, 162, 163, 164, 165, 173, 335, 
 
 
 
 
 
 437,556,573,587. 
 
 Van Dyk. Harry Stoe, 8, 313. 
 
 
 
 
 Ross, Alexander, 360 [bis]. 
 
 Vedder, David, 185, 231, 306, 418, 576, 587. 
 
 
 
 
 Ross, Miss, 279. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Ryan, Richard, 74. 
 
 W. G. B., 14, 78, 181, 342. 
 
 
 
 
 Ryland, Miss Janet, 496. 
 
 Walkinshaw, William, 20. 
 Wallace, William, 445. 
 
 
 
 
 Sangster, W. B., 353, 364. 528, 535, 552. 
 
 Wardlaw, Lady, 560. 
 
 
 
 
 Scadlock, James, 557. 
 
 Watson, Alexander, 63. 
 
 
 
 
 Scott, Andrew, 94 [bis]. 
 
 Watson, Walter, 163, 267, »44. 
 
 
 
 
 Scott, Charles, 365. 
 
 Watson, , 322. 
 
 
 
 
 Scott, Mrs., 66. 
 
 Webster, Alexander, 38: [bis]. 
 
 
 
 
 Scott, Sir Walter, 12, 15, 22, 74, 90. 157 [big], 158. 207, 
 
 Webster, David. 248, 263. 
 
 
 
 
 232, 315, 339, 397, 539, 559, 562. 
 
 Weir, Daniel, 87, 198, 296, 388, 401. 
 
 
 
 
 Scott, Sir William, 99. 
 
 Westmacott. C. M., 492. 
 
 
 
 
 Sedly, Sir Charles, 16. 
 
 White, Robert, 68. 390, 436. 
 
 
 
 
 Semple, Francis, 99, 244, 259. 
 
 Whitelaw, James T., 384. 
 
 
 
 
 Shand, W. A. C, 310. 
 
 Whitley, Robert, 547. 
 
 
 
 
 Sharpe, Andrew, 320, 334. 
 
 Williams. Helen Maria, 533. 
 
 
 
 
 Sheriffs Andrew, 262. 
 
 Wilson, , 319. 
 
 
 
 
 SiUery, Charles Doyne, 58. 
 
 Wilson, Alexander, 74, 179, 180, 447. 
 
 
 
 
 Sim, John, 103, 193, 252, 282, 284. 287. 
 
 Wilson, Professor, 25. 
 
 
 
 
 Simson, Andrew, 309 [bis]. 
 
 Wilson, William, 322, 37r. 
 
 
 
 
 Skinner, Rev. John, 1, 45, 75, 88, 235, 278. 
 
 Wordsworth, William, 328. 
 
 
 
 
 Skirving, Adam, 129, 479. 
 Sloan, Rev. Edward K., 463. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Yester, Lord, 449. 
 
 
 
 
 Small, Thomas, 425. 
 
 Yool, James. 282. 283. 286. 320. 
 
 
 
 
 Smart, Alexander, 231. 375, 376. V ' 
 
 
 
 
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