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THE  GLEN  COLLECTION 
OF  SCOTTISH  MUSIC 
Presented  by  Lady  Dorothea  Ruggles- 
Brise  to  the  National  Library  of  Scotland, 
in  mempry  of  her  brother.  Major  Lord 
George  Stewart  Murray,  Black  Watch, 
killed  in  action  in  France  in  1914. 
2Bth  Januavi/  1927. 


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Digitized  by  the  Internet  Archive 

in  2011  with  funding  from 

National  Library  of  Scotland 


http://www.archive.org/details/scotsmusicalmuse05john 


X  — ^ 

THE  SCOTISH 

MUSICAL  MUSEU 


^  W  'C'iAi^'   JL-  O-J- — <4p- 


rONSISTING  OF  UPWARDS 


OF    SIX    HUNDRED    SONGS, 


PROPER  BASSES  FOR  THE  PIANOFORTE. 

ORIGINALLY   PUBLISHED 

BY    JAMES    JOHNSON; 

AND  NOW  ACCOMPANIED  WITH 

COPIOUS    NOTES  AND  ILLUSTRATIONS  OF  THE  LYRIC 
POETRY  AND  MUSIC  OF  SCOTLA"ND, 

BY  THE  LATE  WILLIAM  STENHOUSE. 

WITH  SOME 

ADDITIONAL   ILLUSTRATIONS. 


VOLUME  V. 


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WILLIAM  BLACKWOOD  AND  SONS,  EDINBURGH 
AND  THOMAS  CADELL,  LONDON. 
M.DCCC.XXXIX. 


Printed  Sc  S^c/  h/  James  ^OlfXSON  Mlisu-  Selle^r  Edinbur  GH  to  k  Aad  al 

tprestonn^PJ'  stra/nd  London,  MfFADYEN  Glasgow;  &  at  all  t^pnncf//^// 

Mufic  Sellers.  ^- 


Ill 

PREFACE. 

AT  the  time  the  Editor  publifhed  the  4.  Volume  of  this  V\brk.heha.j 
■erety  reafon  to  believe  that  five  Volumes  would  be  fuffiriciit  to  con 
-tain  all  tiit^e  Scots  Songs  the  merit  of  which  called  for  publication;  But, 
owing  to  the  exertions  of  the  late  celebrated  Scottifh  Bard,  ihe  Work  h;is 
been  enlarged  far  beyond  what  was  originally  expected.  To  aftcirpt  to 
defcribc  the  tafte  and  abilities  of  Mr.  Burns  in  his  Native  Poetr^j,  would 
be  abfurd.  The  Public  are  in  pofsefsion  of  his  productions  which  loudij 

proclaim  his  merit.  To  him  is  the  prefent  Collection  indebted  for  al- 

-moft  all  of  thefe excellent  pieces   which  it  contains.  He  has  not   onlj,- 
enriched  it  with  a  variety  of  beautiful  and  original  Songs  compofed   b} 
himfelf,  but  his  zeal  for  the  fuccefs  of  the  Scots  Mufical  Mufeuin  pron  j> 
-ted  him  to  collect  and  write  out  accurate  Copies  of  many  ^thers  in 

their   genuine  fimplicity .Prior  to   his  deceafc,  he  furnifhed  the  Editor 

with  a  number, in  addition  to  thofe  alreadj'  publifhed, greater  thaii  can 
be  included  in  one  Volume  _To  withhold    thefe  from  the  public  e^e.wouM 
be  moft  improper.  And  the  Editor  therefore  at  the  folicitation  of  man_y 
of  the  Subfcribers,has  agreed  to  publifh  them  in  a  Sixth  Volume,  which 
moft  certainly  will  conclude  the  prefent   work.  As  thefe  hovstver   will 
not  fill  up  a  Volume,  the  Editor  means    to  infert   a  number  of  tunes  adap 
-ted  to  the  Flute,  which  he  is  confident  many  of  the  Subfcribers  will  ap 
-prove  of,   Thofe  Ladies  who  Sing  and  perform     upon  the  Piano    F^orte, 
fhall  be  furnifhed  with  the  Songs  and  Mqfic  for  their  ufe,  at  a  reduced 
price, upon  application  to  the  Editor.    ,,, 

To  (hew  the  Public  with  what  extreme  anxiety  Mr.  Burns  vNifhed  far 
the- fuccefs  of  this  Work,  the  Editor  cannot  refrain  from  infciting  an 
Extract  of  a  letter  which  he   received  from  that  admirable  Poet  a    few 

weeks  before  his  death ^In  this  letter  tho*  written  under  the  prefsurt 

o.f  affliction, are  alone    feen  the  fervent  fentiment  and  poetical  language: 
of  Burns.  The  original  the  Editor  will  chearfully  fhew  to  his  fubfcribers 

'iHow  are  you*  my  Dear  Friend?  and  how  comes  on  ^our  Fifth  Volume;' 
*  You  may  probably  think  that  for  fome  time  paft  I  have  -neglected  .^  ou  & 
"your  work;  but,   alas,  the  hand  of  pain,  and  forrow,  apd  care  has  thefe 
"many  months  lain  heavj' on  ,mei  Perfonal  and   domeftic  affliction  have 
"almoft  entirely  banifhed  that  alacrity  and  life  with  which  I  ufed  to  woo 

"the  rural  Mufe  of  Scotia,  In  the  mean  time,  let  us  finilh  whatweha\e 

"fo  well  begun.  _The  gentleman,  Mr.  L     s,  a  particulalr  friend  of  mine, 

''will  bring  out  any  proofs  ^if  they  are  read;) -^  or  any  mefsage  you    m:y 
'have.  "Farewel' 

"R.  BURNS? 
"You  fhould  have  had  this  when  Mr.  L  _s   called  on  you, but  his  faddle  - 

"bags  mifcarried. I  am  extremely  anxious  for  your  work, as  indtcd   T 

"am  for  every  thing  concerning  ^t)u  and  jour  welfare, 

"Many  a  meriy  meeting  this  Publication  has  given  us,  »nd  pofsiblj  it  maj, 

"give  us.  more,  thougk  alas!  1   fear  it    This  protracting,  flow,  confuting 

"illnefs  which  hangs  over  me,  will,  i  doubt  much,  my  ever  dear  ft  itnd, 
"arreft  my  fun  before  he  has  well  reached  his  middle  carreer,  and  will 

"turn 


IV 

/'turn  over  th«i   Poet  to  far  other  and  more  important  concerns  then  ftu- 
"-d>ing  the  brilliancy  of  Wit,  or  the  patho*  of  Sentiments  _Howcver, 
"Hope  is  the  cordial  of  the  human  heart, and  I  endeavour  to  cherilh  it 

'*as   well  as  1  can Let  me  hear  from  >'Ou  as  foon  as  convenient,  — 

"Your   work  is  a  great  one;  and  though,  now  that  it  is  near  finiflied,  I 
"fee  if  we   were  to  begin  again,  two  or  three  things  that  might  be  mend- 
"cd,  >et  I  will  venture  to  prophefj    that  to  future  ages  your  Publication 
"will  b(   the  text  book  and  ftandard  of  Scotifll  Song  and  Mufic. 
••___...       ."Yours   ever    .    -    .R.  BURNS*/ 

Note.  The  Songs  in  the  four  preceding  Volume*  mafked    B.  R.  X. 
and  Z.  and  the  Authors'  names^cannot  be  inferted  in  this   lh^^x,a8  the 
Kditor  does   not  know  the   names  of  thofe  Gentlemen  who  have  favoured 
the  Public  and  him  with  their    Productions.  There  are  a  number  marked 
B.and  R.  which  the  Editor  is  certain  are    Burns's  compofition. 

Index  to  Volume  Fifth. 


A.' 


hnlt   line  of  each  Song.  Pag* 

S   I   ftood   b>    yon  rooflefs  tower.    _    _  Burns  _     _     _      -      -    418 
_  A.  Auld  Rob  the   laird  o'  muckle   land    ._-_--       -      420 
\  friend  o'  mine  came    here  yeftreen    __----       --    422 

As  S_>Ivia  in  a   fore  ft  iaj-  _.--.-      --------  ■*/; 

Aften  hie   1    play'd  at  the  cards  and  the  dice  _.-----   474 

About  ane  bank   with  balm^'  bewis   ..._.-----      478 

As  I  came  oer  the  Cairny  mount  ^__-,----     "*  lao 

A  Laddie  and  a  Lafsie  ,------------     "^^^ 

Altho*  my  back  be  at  the    wa*  _---------     -  494 

As   1  came   in  by  Achindown      .^_-------     -^02 

And  a' that  e*cr   my  Jenny  had     --_-      _-.---.  -512 
A  nee  majr  I  haii  thee  thou  gloomy  December     -      Buras     -      -.      5l5 

B 

Bleft  arc  the  mortals  above   all  -    _    -    -  by  Mr.  A.M.  _     -     -     453 

Bannocks  o'  bear  meal  ..----------    'f"^ 

But   lately  feten  in  gladfome   green  .      _      _    Burns    _     -     -      -      50l 

Com  in  thro*  the   r^e,  poor  body   .      _      _     _  Buxns-      -      _     -    ~  ^^^ 
Could  aught  of  fong  declare   my  pain    _     -     Burns    -      _       _      -  609 

fa   fain  wad  I  be  Jamie's   lafs   .-_-.-      ___--      478 
For   weel  he   kend  the  wa>-  o__-     --.------  ^^^ 

G 

Gin  a  bodv    meet  a  J^odv   _-,__--------   431 

-         '  "  44? 

Gat  ye  me,0  gat  jie   me     _     -     -      -      -      -      -     -      -      -      -     T'*- 

Good  morrow  fair  miftrefs    ..---.------  '^"* 

H 

^fere's  a  healtlx  to  them   that's   awa     ._„-----  425 


I 


V 

N  0  E  X . 


Hmd  I  the  wyt«,had  I  the  wytc   -     -    -  Burns   _^^'^     _      -    F^ge  .427 
How  often  my  heart  has  hy  love  been  O^rthrotvn   D.  Blac^Jock  _     -482 
Hee  balou  my  fweet  wee   Donald   __-,..      ^     ,_«     ,     486 
Here's  to  thy  health  iii>  bonic  lafs  -     ^    liums   _     -     _     «     _     _   5J1 

1 
In  Scotland  there  livd  »  humble  be,i;;gar  _^-««      «-      -      43.S 
I  coft  a  ftane  o*  haflock  woo  ,«_-_»_---     ^   44^ 
It»  up  wi'  the  Souters  o'  Selkirk     _      _,--._-,-^      450 
in  lovely  Auguft  laft  __      -      -      -      -      --      -      -      --      _457 

I'll  ay  ca'  in  hy  yon  town       _       «__-__--       -     470 
lt*«   whifpercl  in  parlour  ^_-        __-._-.-_       -         474 
1  chanc*d  to  meet  an  airy  blade     ,       ,       _,      __,,      ^      -«     6()4 
It  was  a'  for  our  rightfu   king  «      -        -      -,     --      -      -      _5l3 

X.* 
Louia  what  reck  I  by  thee  _    >   _    -    -  Burns  «     -     _     _     _     «427 

M 

My  heart  is  fair,  I  dare   na  tell-    «    «     Burns  «     «    -     ^     -     -  44B 

My  dear  and  only  love   I  pray      _«^       -       _       __«       .  464 

My  father  has  forty  good  Shillings   «-.—       ___-._  46.5 

My  bonni'  Li/ae   Baillie    __^__-__-_-  469 

N 

Now  nature  hangs  her  mantle  green.   ^  Burns    _     _     _      _     «     _4l/ 

O  my  love's  like  a  red,  red  rofe  _  ,  ^  Burn»  «  _  -  -  _  .415 
O  an  ^e  ware  dead  gudeman  ^_«-_  _.--  .421 
O  I  forbid  you,  maidens  a*^  ,._-..•-.--  423 
Out  over  the  Forth,  I  look  to  the  North  ^  _  «  -  -  .  434 
Our  young  ladjy's  a  hunting'*gane  ._.-.---  -■-  437 
O  weel  may  the  boatie  row  «^.  .*«-._-.-.  ^8 
O  can  ve  few  Cufhions  _._---.-  «_.  .  ,  456 
O  Waly,Waly,  up  yon  bank  .  .  _  2?  Sett  -  -  -  .  -  ^458 
O  fad  and  heavy  fhould  I  part  .  _  .  Burns  _  _  -  _  .461 
Our  goodman  came  hame  ateen.-  -  .  .  -  -  -  -466 
O  keep  ye  weel  frae  Sir  John  Malcolm  .  .  .  _  .  _  468 
O  wat  ye  whas  in  yon  town  _  _  .  Burns  -  .  -  _  _  471 
O  Maj-  thy  morn  was  ne'er  fae  fweet  .  Burns  .  .  .  -  — .  -  477 
O  Lovely  Polly  Stewart  _  _  -  .  ^  Burna  .  -  -  -  -  4Q5 
Our  auld  kin^  Coul  was  a  jolly  auld  foul  -  -  ,  _  .  _  486 
O  for  my  ain  king,  quo  gude  Wallace  .._  ..*-._  4.98 
O  dear  what  ca.n  the  matter  be.  .  .  -  -  -._  -,_5lO 
Ohi  f  am  come  to  the  low  countrie    .       -       -      -      -.     .      .614 

P 
Put  the  gown  upon  the   Bifhop  .«__..  i  ....     .    462 
Powers  celeftial,  whofe  protection  ....-_.—     -      .      473 

R 

Robin  is  my  only  joe  __._..-.-**.---      -  492 

Sweet  Nymph  of  my  devotion  _.      --     -     -     --      -      -     -419 

Should  auld  acc|.uaintance  be  forgot  _  _,-_.  _._  426 
Saw  ye  my  wee  thing  _  _  .  "Macjiiel  Ksq^-  _  .  _  -  _  454 
Sae  flaxen  were  her   ringlets    _     _    ._  Burns  ^    _      _      _      -      -     458 


Ind 


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Slow  fpreacis  t^  gloom  my  foul  defires   _     _    Burns  ^     -,     Page  •  5l6 

The  lovely  lafa  of  Invernefa  ^  _  _  ^  _  Burns  ^  _  -  «  4l4 
The  robin  caire  to  the  wren's  neft  _^__  -.--__  419 
The  auld  man  he  came  over  the  l*a  _'_  _  «  ^  ^^  ^  429 
The  Duke  of  Gordon  has  three  daughters  _-.-.-__  ^  431 
'Twas  on  a  Monday  raijtnfntf  ---_^_«^  __^  440 
The  maltman  comes  on  Monandaj^  „-^«-_  «  _  ^  ^  443 
The  auld  wife  bejond  the  fire  _.._«_  «  _^^«  446 
There  was  an  auld  wife  had  a  wee  pickle  tow  «  «  _  -  ^  45Q 
Tibbie  Fowler  »*  the  glcn  __  --___  «_*^  452 
There's  three  true  fellows  ____^^-  -  _  ___  454 
There's  fouth  of  braw  Jockies  and  Jennys  _  Ferguson  _.  ^  462 
The  bonnieft  lad  that  e'er  Ifaw^__  _  _  _  ^  _^  484 
There  was  a  filly  Shepherds  fwain  -__«_-—  490 
The  Maids  gane  to  (the  mill  by  night  _  ^  «  .  _  ^  -.  494 
The  King  fits  in  Dumfermline  toune  _  _  _  -  «  _  -  «496 
The  Wren  foho  Ijes  in  care's  bed  «_  _  ««  _««  497 
The  auld  Hians  mares  dead  ^_«_  _-  >___  _  500 
There  was  a  wee  bit  wiffikie  ^.«,  _  ^  ^  _  _-  ^  506 
There  grows  a  bonie  brier  bufh  _«_       ^-       ,.___  508 

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VV^antonn«fs  for  ever  inair  __.._,«-.____     435 

V>VU  hide  the  Couper  behind  the  door  _^       _.       .       __.  442 
V\ha  is  that  at  my  chamber  door  _      _      BamfaV  _      _      _      -      _     444 
Will  je  go  to  the. Highlands  Leezie  Lindfa;>'    _       ^       _       ,      _     ^  446 
When  januar  wind  was  bJawing  ^     -      _      Buru3      -       _      _      _     460 
Wap  and  row,  wap  and  row     __.__        ____«  470 

Will  ye  go  and  marry  Katie     -___-       _        __-      472 
Wherefore  fighing  art  thou  Phillis      _-__        ____   473 

What  think  ^e  o'  the  fcornfu'  quxne  _  «BoJbertflon-  _  _  476 
Wilt  thou  be  my  Dearie  -  -  _  _  _  Burns  «  _  _  _  484 
Wae  is  my-  heart*  and  the  tear's  in  my  ee_  _.._  -  _  490 
We'll  put  the  fheep  head  in  the  pat  -      -       --      --      -       -  493 

young  Jamie  pride  of  a   the  plain  433 


Entered  in  Stationers    Hall. 


TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 


VOLUME  V. 


Paoe 

Songs  CCCCI.  to  D., 414 

Illustrations, 361 

Additional  Illustrations, *439 


The   Lovely  Lafs    of   Invernefs. 

,/-v  Written   for  this  Work  b)  Robert   Burns- 


414 


father     dear.  My     fa_tit«T    dear    airek    jbrethren  three 


Their  winding  fheet...the  bludy  clay. 

Their  graveis  are  growing  green  to  fee; 
And  by  them  lies  the  deareft  lad 

That  ever  bkft  a  woman's  eel 
Now  wae  to- thee  thou  cruel  lord, 

A  bludy  man   I  trow  thou  be; 
For  mon\-  a  heatt  thou  has  made  fair 

That  ne*er  did  wrang  to  thine  or  theel 


413 


A   red    red    Rofe, 

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So  deep  in  luve  am   I; 
And  I  will  love  thee  ftill,  my  Dear, 

Tili  a*  the  feag  gang  dry. 

Till  a'  the  feas  gang  dry,  my  Dear, 
And  the  rocks  melt  wi'  the  fun: 

I   will  love  thee    ftiU,  my  Dear, 
While  the  fands  o'  life  fhall  run: 

And  fare  thee  weel,  my  only   Luvel 

And  fare  thee  weel,  «  while! 
And   I  will  come  again,  my  Luve, 
..The'  it   ware  ten  thousand   mile.. 


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Marj    Qneeo  of   Scots    Lament. 

Written   for  this  Work  b^' Robert   Burns. 


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Now  I'hotbus  cheara  the  crjftal  ftreaipisyet  here  I  lie  in  foreign  bands, 

AnJ  ^'lads  the  a/ure  fkieaj  And  never  ending  care.  || 

F^ut  nought  can  glad  the  wear_y-  wight 

That  faft  in  durance  lies  But  as  for  thee, thou  falfe  woman. 

My  fifter  and  my  fae, 
Nfiw  laverocks  wake  the  merry  morn,    Grim  vengeance,>et,fh4ll  whet  a  fword 

Aloft  on  dewy  wing;  That  thro'  thy  foul  fhallgae; 

The  irtrle,  in  his   noontide  bowr. 


M;(k<-S    woodland  echoes  ring 

'Ij»t    )ii;ivrn  iTiil.J    wj    man\'  a   note, 

JSiii^s  drovxfy  day  to  reft: 
J  a  Unc  and  freedom  thej-  rejoice, 
'»Wi'  care   nionr  thrall  oppreft. 


The  weeping  blood  in  womans  breaft 
Was  never  kno-AtV  to  thee; 

Nor  th'  balm  that  drape  on  wounds  of 
Frae  woman's  pitying  e'e.       (Voe 


M>  foni  my  fonl  may  kinder  ftars 

Upon  th}-  fortune  iliine : 
And  may  thofe  pleafures  gild  thy  reign. 

That  ne'er  wad  blink  on  mine! 


Now  blooiiiB  the  lily  by  the  bank. 

The  prim  role  down  the  brse; 
The  hawthorn*  budding  in  the  glen. 

And  milk-white  i*  the  flae:  God  keep  thee  frae  thy  mothers  fees. 

Or  turn  their  hetrts  to  thee: 
And  where  thou  meet  ft  thy.motherB  frienc 
Remember  him  for  me.  1 


'!  ti*-  iiK  ineft  hind  in  fair  Scotland 

,Mh\    rove  their  fweetft  amang; 
But   I,  tlie  (^uten  of  a'  Scotland, 
Maun   lie   in  pnfon  ftrang. 


Oi  foon,to  me,  may  fummer-funs 
Nae  mair  light  up  the  morn! 
5   was   the  Queen  o'  bonie  France,       Nae  mair,  to  me,  the  autumn  winds. 

Where  happy   I  hae  been;  Wave  o'er  the  ;>ellow  cornl 

Fu  lightli^    rafe   I  in  the  morn. 

As  blj  the  laj   dovvn  at  e'en:  And  in  the  narrow  houfe  o  death 

\  Let   winter  round  me  rave; 

And   I'm  the  fov'reign  oV  Scotland,    And  the  next  flow're,  that  deck  the  fpriiii 
.♦,  nd  mon\   &  traitor  tli^re;  Bloom  on  iry  peaceful  grave. 


A    Lafsie   all   alone. 
Recitative.Writfen  bvHobf  Burns..  Tune, Cumnock  Pfalms   . 


^^,'^'"*'^  '^f^*  ^*'^'**»*  «»'  ^»  ftill,  Noir,  looking  over  firth  and  fauW. 

_  1  he  ftars  they  Oiot  alang  the  fkj-;  Her  horn  the  pale-fec'd  CXnthia  rear'd, 

A  ?1  "^"z- iMwJing  on  the  hiU.  When,  lo,  in  form  of  Minftrel  auld. 

And  the  diftant -echoing  gJens  reply.  A  ftern  and  ftalwart  ghaifi  appear  <J. 

A  lafrie,&c.  A  lafsie.&c. 

The  burn^dot^-n  its  ha/elly  path.  And  frae  his  harp  fie  ftttins  did  flq^r, 

Wm  rtifhing  hy  th»  rumd  v*^\  Might  rou*'d  the  Humbering  D^f.d  to 

Hafting  to  jom  the  ft^eping  Nith  Butoh.it  was  a  tale  dC  wo*;  fhear; 
Whafe  roaringa  feead  to  rife  and  fa'.      Air  ever  met  a  BritonV  ear.    ^ 

A  lafaie,^.  Alafsie.i^ic. 

The  culd  blae  north  i««>  fti^aming  forth  He  fang  wi'  joy  hii,  former  daj, 

A.^^.l'f    f'7*  iiiftinfreerie  din;  He  weeping  wail'd  hi*  latter  tiH,es^ 

Athort  the  lift  they  ftart  uid  fluft.  But  what  he  faid  it  was  nae  plaj. 

Like  fortunes  fan>».,tint  M  win,  I  winn.  r.ntur^t  in  my  rhvmrs 

A  laf6ie,«ic.  A  lafsie»&c.                            ^ 


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The   Wren's   JVeft, 


406 


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eels  Tne  on  vour  auld  Pow.Wad    ve  be  in  wad  've  be  in.  Yet 


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Jamie  o'  the  glen. 


■^^rj^ii'-.^  J'iij- J.  ii  J  rr  t 


Ar)Q  <     -^         Auld  Rob  the  laird  o'  niuckle  land, to  woo  me  was  nae  \^Ty 


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'  nane  can  gie  fie  joy  to     me,  as      Jamie   o    the   gten. 


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My  minny  grat  like  daft  and  rard. 
To  gar  me  wi'  her  will  complj-. 
But  ftill  I  wadna  hae  the  laird 
Wi  a'  his  oufen,  fheep,  and   kje 
A  lad  fae  bUth,&c. 

Ah  what  are  filks  and  fattins  br^^ 
Whats  a  his  war  Idly  gear  to  me. 
They  re  daft  that  caft  themfelves  awa 
Where  nae  content  or  luve  can  be. 
A  lad  fae  blyth  &c. 


I  coud  na  bide  the  filly  clafh 
Cam  hourly  frae  the  gawky  laird. 
And  fae  to  ftop  liis^gai)  and  fafh 
Wi'  Jamie  to  the  ki^k  repaird. 
A  lad  fae  blyth.tec. 

Now  ilka  fimmers  day  fae  lang, 
And  winter's  clad  wi'  froft  and  fnaw 
A  tunefu'  lilt  and  bonny  fang 
Ay  keep  dull  care  and  ftrife  awa. 
A  lad. fae  blytb,&c. 


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0  gin    ye   were  dead  Gndeman 


A  nietp-lieads  in  the  pot,  gudeman, 

A  fhMp- heads  in  the  pot,  gudeman; 

The  fl«Ch  to  him  th«  broo  to  ae. 

An  the  horne  become  your  brow,  gudeman. 
Cho.  Sing  round  abdut  the  .fire  wi'a  rung  flie  ran. 
An  round  about  the  fire  wi'a  rung  fhe  ran: 
Your  horna  fhail  tie  you  to  the  ftaw, 
And  I  fhalt  bang  your  hide,  gudeman . 


My  Wife   has   taen   the  gee. 


We  fat  Tae  late, and  drank  fae  ftout. 

The  truth  I  tell  to  you. 
That  lang  or  ever  midnight  came. 

We  vvere  a'  roaring,  fou. 
My  wife  fits  at  the  fire-fide; 

.And  the  tear  blinds  ay  her  eC, 
The  neer  a  bed  will  fhe  gae  to; 

But  fit  and  tak  the  gee. 

In  the  morning  foon,whtn  I  came  down, 
The  nt-er  a  word  fhe  fpake; 

But  monv  a  fad  and  four  look, 
And  a\    her  head  fhed  fhake. 


My  dear, quoth  l.what  ailtth  thee. 

To  look  fae  four  on  nie? 
•I'll  never  60  the  like  again. 

If  ^tJii'll  ne'er  tak  the  gee. 

When  that  fhe  heard, (he  ran,nic  fbi  - 

Her  arms  about  my  neck 
And  twenty   kifsea  in  a  crack, 

Atid,  poor   wte  thing,  fhe  grat. 
If  you'll  ne'er  do  the  like  again, 

But  bide  at  hauie  wi'  iiit, 
I'll  lay  my  life  Ife  be  the  wife 

That's  never  tak  the  gee. 


^!23 


Tam    Iwn 


There  s  nane  that  g^ea  by  Carterhaugh 
But  they  leave  him  a  wad; 

Either  their  tings,  or  green  piantks. 
Or  elfe  their  maidenhead. 

Janet  haa  belted  her  green  kirtle, 

A  little  aboon  her  knee. 
And  fhe  has  broded  her  yellow  hair 

A  little  aboon  her  bree; 

Ah\j  fhe's  awa  to  Carterhaugh 

-As  faft  as  fhe  can  hie. 
When  fhe  came  to  Carterhaugh 
Tom-Lin  was  at  the  well. 

And  there  fhe  fand  his  fteed  ftanding' 

Rut  awa}    was   himfel. 
•She  had   na  pu'd  a  double  rofe 

A   rofe  but  onl\     twa. 

Til!  up  then  ftarted  ^oung  Tam-Li-n, 
8338,  Lad},  thou's  pu' nae  mae. 

V\h}  pus  thou  the  rofe,  Janet, 
And   why  breaks  thou  the  wand! 

f)r   why  comee  thou  to  Carterhaugh 

VV'ith(jutten  my  command? 
C;ii  Itihaugh  it  is  my  ain, 

Mv    daddie  gave   it  me; 

I'll  come  and.  gang  by  Carterhaugh 
And   aflt  nae  leave  at  thee . 

Janet   has  .kilted  her  green  kirtle, 
A  little  abooh  ht-f  Knee,  • 


Four  and  twenty  ladies  fair, 

Were  placing  at  the  ba. 
And  out  then  cam  the  fair  Janet, 

Ance  the  flower  aman^  Ihem  a'. 

Four  and  twent}-  ladies  fair, 
,      Were  pla\ing  at  the  chefs. 
And  out  then  cam   the  fair  Jai;»ef, 
As   green  as  onie  glafs. 

Out  then  fpak  an  au Id  grey  knight. 

Lay  oW  the  caftle    wa'. 
And  fays,  Alas,  fair  Jan««t  for  thee. 

But   we'll  be  blamed  a'. 

H»ud  your  tongue,}*  auld  fac'd  knight 
Some  ill  death  ma}'  }e  die, 

Father  my  bairn  on  whom-  I  will, 
I  11  father   nane  on  thee. 

Out  then'fJDak  her  father  dear. 
And  he  fpak  meek  and   mild. 

And  ever  alas,  fweet  Janet,  he  fa}s, 
I  think  thou  gaes   wi'  child. 

If  thit  f  gae   wi'  child,  father, 
M}^el  maun  bear  the  blame; 

There s  neer  a  laird  about  }Our  ha. 
Shall  get  the  bairns  name. 

If  my  Love  were  an  earthly  knight. 

As  he's  an  elfin  gre}-; 
I    wad   na  gie  my  ain  true-love 

For  nae   lord  that  ye  hae. 


And  {he   has  Inooded  her  }Tellowhtir, 

A^  little  aboon  her  b'ree. 
And  fhe  is  to  her  father's  ha, 

^H  faff  as   fhe  ran  hie. 


The  fteed  that  m}' -true-love  rides  on. 

Is  lighter  than  the  wind; 
Wi' filler  he  is  fhod  before, 

Wi*  btirtiing  gowd  behind . 


Contmned. 


4^4 


Jenethas  kilted  hcr-^green  kirtle 

A  little  aboon  her  knee; 
And  fhe  has  fnooded  her  yellow  hair 
"'    A  little  aboon  her  brie; 

And  fhe 8  awa  to  Carterhaugh 

As  faft  as  (he  can  hie 
When  fhe  cam  to  Carterhaugh, 

Tana -Lin  was  at  the  well: 


And  they  that  wad  their  truelove  win. 
At  Milefcrofs  they  maun  bide. 

But  how  fhall  1  thee,  ken  Tam-Lih, 
Or  how  my  true  love  know, 

Amang  fae  mony  unco  knights. 

The  like  I  never  faw. 
O  firft  let  pafs  the  black  Lady,   ■ 

And  fyii^  let  pafs  the  brown; 


And  there  fhe  fand  his  fteed  ftanding.  But  quickly  run  to  tie"  milk  white- 
But  away  was  himfel.  Pu  ye  his  rider  down.        (fteed. 

She  had  na  pu'd  a  double  rofe.  For  I'll  ride  on  the  milk-white  fteed, 

A  rofe  but  only  twa.  And  ay  neareft  the  town. 


Till  up  then  ftarted  young  Tam-Lin, 
Says,  Ladj"  thou  pus  nae  mae. 

Why  pus  thou  the  rofe  Janet, 
Amang  the  groves  fae  green. 

And  a  to  kill  the  bonie  babe 
That  we  gat  us  between. 

O  tell  me,  tell  me, Tam-Lin  {he  fays, 
Fors  fake  that  died  on  tree. 

If  eer  ye»  was  in  holy  chapel. 

Or  Chiriftendom  did  fee. 
Roxbrugh  he  was  my  grandfather. 

Took  me  with  him  to  bid* 

And  ance  it  fell  upon  a  day 

That  wae  did  me  betide. 
And  ance  it  fell  upon  a  d&y, 

A  cauld  day  and  a  fnell. 

When  we  were  frae  the  hunting  conit 
That  frae  my  horfe  1  fell. 

The  queen  o  Fairies  fhe  caught  me. 
In  yon  green  hill  to  dwell. 

And  pleafant  is  the  fairy-land; 

But,  an  eerie  tale  to  tell  I 
Ay  i>t  the  end  of  fe\en  j  ears 

We  pay  a  tiend  to   hell, 

r  am  fae  fair  and  ^u  o'  flefh 

1  m  fearcl  it  be   v\ftl. 
But  the  ni^ht  is  Halloween,  lady. 

The  morn  is  Hallowda\  ; 

Then  win   mc,  win   me,  an  ye  will. 

For  weei   I  wat  ye  may. 
luft  at  the  mirk  and  midnight  hour 

The  fairy  folk    will  ride; 


Becaufe  I  was  an  earthly  knight 
They  gie  me  that  renown. 

My  right  hand  will  be  glove!  X'^dy, 
My  left  hand  mil  be  bare 

Cockt  up  fhall  my  bonnet  be. 
And  kaim'd  down  fhall  !«_)  hair, 

And  thaes  the  takens  I  gie  thee,  ; 
Nae«doubt  I  will  be  th<re. 

They  11  turn  m«'in  ynur  arms  lad>, 

Into  an  efk  ar^^d"  adder. 
But  hald  m©  £aft' and  fear  me   not, 

I  am  3<our  bairn's  father. 

They  11  turn  me  to  a  bear  fae  guin. 

And  then  a  lion  bold. 
But  hold  nifc  fa  ft  and  -frat  me'  not^ 

A.s  ye  fhall  love  your  child. 

\^.'iu  ihcy  tl  turn  ttip  in  i-our  arms. 

To  a  red  het  gaud  of  aim. 
But  hold  me  faft  and  fear  me  not, 
I'll  do  to  you  nae  harm. 

And  laft  they  11  turn  me  in  _jour arms, 

Int/)  the  burning  lead; 
Then  throw  me  into  we  J I   water, 

O  throw  me  in  wi'  fptfed . 

And   then   f  II  be  ynut  ain  true  love, 

I'll  turn  a  naked  knight. 
Then  cover  jne  wi' vour  green  maritlf, 

And  coyer  nie  out  o'  fight. 

Gloomy, gloomy   was  the  ni^ht. 

And  eerie  was  the   way. 
As  fair  Jehny  in  her  green  mantle 

To  Milefcroft  fhe  did  gae. 

Abouf 


{'l^ 


Continned. 


About  the  middle  o'  the  night, 
Shf-  heard  the  bridles  ring; 

This  ludjy  was  as  glad  at  that 
As  any  earthly  thing- 


Out  of  a  bufh  o  broom; 
Them  that  has  gotten  ^oung  Tam  Lin, 
Has  gotten  a  ftately  groom  ^ 


Firft  fte  let  the  black  pafs  b>-. 
And  r\ne  fhe  let  the  brown ; 


Out  then  fpak  the  queen  o'  fairies* 

And  an  angry  queen  was  fhe; 
Shame  betide  her  ill-fard  face. 
But  quickly  fhe  Tan  to  the  milk  wtite-       And  an  ill  death  may  fhe  die. 
And  pa'd  the  rider  down,    (^fteed. 

For  fhes  ta*en  awa  the  bonieft  knight 
Stie  wcel  fhe-Jminded  what  he  did  fay        In  a'  my  companie. 

And  young  Tam  Lin  d i^d  win;  But  had  I  kend  Tam  Lin,  fhe  fay-B^ 

Sjne  cover 'd  him  wi'her  green  mantle    ^    What  now  this  night  I  fee. 
As  bijthe's  a  bird  in  Ipring. 

I  wad  hae  taen  out  thy  twa  grey  een, 
Out  then  fpak  the  queen  o*  fairies.  And  put  in  twa  6»sn  o'  tree. 

Here's  a  Health  to   them   thats    awa. 


^ 


-Anid    lant^  syne. 


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t;ik:     a '''cup    o'     kiiuliit.ss    vet    for     auld    !;in,i/ 


^^^ 


And  surcly'ye'll  be  i,x>ur  pint  stowpl  We  twa  hae  paidid  in  the  bum, 
And  surely   I'll  bt  luint^  Frae  morning  sun  till  dine; 

And   we'll  tak  a  cup  o   kindiuss  yet.  But  seas  between  us  braid  h;ie  votird. 
For  »u!d    lang  s_\ne.  Sin  auld    fang. syne. 

For  auld,  ^^c.  For   auld,^c. 


We  twa  hae  run  about  the  braes.  And  there 8  a  hand, my  trusty   fiere. 

And   pou'd  the  gowans   fine;  And'gies  a  hand  o    thiiu. 

But  we  ve  wanderd  mony  a  weary  fitt.  And   we'll   taka  right  gude_Killie- 

Sin  auld   lang  syne.  For  auld  lang  s^-ne.     (waught. 

For  auJd.^c.  For  auld.^c. 

*  Some  Sing,  Kifs, in  place  of  Cup.  2 


4<27' 


Lodis   what   r€ck    I   by   thee 
Written  for  this  Work  bv  Robttt  Burns. 


r^r: 


k  bv   Hob«t  Burns. 

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Let  her  crown-  m\'  love  her   law»  And  in  her  brcaft  enthrone  me;. 
*Kipi>8  and  nations, fnith  awa I  Keif  randies  I  difown  ^el    :.+  ^-'f 

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^z.  4..;.  i  A^.>>f  4v*v*v*;4v*t4v* 

^      Had  I   the    wjte  ihe    bad    me. 


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'^^      bade  nie   had    I  the    H\tt    had  i  the  nyte. 


had       I      the    wvte    flie 


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bad  me;  Had    I    the  v>  te,  had   I    the   wyte,  h»d     f    the    wyte     (he 


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Sa«  craffilie  (hv  took  me  ben. 

And  bade  vn   inak  nae  clatter; 
For  our  ramgimniocli,  glum  goadnian 

is  oer  a\ont  the  water;'* 
Whaecr  fhall  fav    I  wanted  grace. 

When  I  did  kit's  and  dawte  her. 
Let  him  be  plaiittd  in  my  place, 

S^-ne,  f<\\  I  viajt  a  fautor. 

Could  I  for  fhauu, rt'.i]d  I  for  I'haine, 
Could  I  for  fha.i.i   iffuf'd  htr. 

And  wad  na  Maahoo«l  been  to  bianie. 
Had  I  unkindly  us'fl  her: 


Ife  <  latA  d  her  wi'  the  ripplin  -kauie. 
And  bae  and  l)!uid\  bruisd  hi  r;' 

When  fi';  a  huflr.  nd  was  frae  haii.c, 
V^b«^  wife  but  wad  eyctis'd  her! 

I  dijj-bfefl  a^y  hrv  een  fae  blue, 

Aik!  I»nnn<l  Jlie  >  ruti  rand., 
A'vJ  M\-eI  I  w;tii  her  wiMiti  uiOu 

VV;,j4  f'»ii  like   i'u(<airai)die. 
At  yliunin-lhnfc  if  was,  I  waf, 

I  Ii,, 'ited  on  t\.'    Monda}-; 
BiH    I     atji  thro' Ihi  TiTf.d;,j.s  dew. 

To   ivanton  Will  c's  brand,  .     „ 


4^29 


The   Auld    man,8Cc. 


^\Q  X^  "^  Thfc     auld    man    he    came       o  ,  ver    the     lea.      Ha,  ha. 


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lor     to    court    ine    wi     his  auld        beard        iitwlin      shaven. 


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M\-     iiiither     she    bad      me    gie^  hiii)   a   stool. 
Ha,  ha,  ha,  but    i  U   no    ha^  him; 
r  gae   him  a   stool,  and  he   lookd  rike  a  fool, 
WV  his    auld   beard   newlin  shaven. 

My  mither  she  bade  me.  gie  ixim  some  pje,  . 

Ha,  ha*  ^c, 
I  gafc  him  some'pye^and  hie  laid  the  crust  bv, 

Wi'  his,  fe . 

M\'  ir'ther  she   bade  me   gie  him  a   dram. 

Ha,  iiA,  K.C. 
I  gae   hnii   a  dram   o    the  brand  sae  Strang. 

WV  his,  &.C. 

\K    mither  she   bade  me  put   him   to  bed. 

Ha,  ha,  ^c. 
I  put  him  to  bed,  and  he  swore  he   wad    wed, 

Wi'  his,  &c. 


Cotnin   tI>ro'  the    rve.     1"/  Sett. 
Written  for  thi«  Work  by  Robert   Hums*. 


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A\'y  JV  Cbmin  thro"  the  -r\"e,  poor  boclwCQu. in  thro  tli(    ryo   .Sli,« 


draigl't      a'      her     pet-ti  _  coatie     Coniin     thro'    the      rye.        Oh 


part  repeated  in  Choru* 


Gin  a   body  meet  a  body 

Com  in  thro   the  rye. 
Gin  a    body  kifs    a   bojy 

Need  a  body   cry 

Cho!  Oh  Jennv's  a'  vsff  .a. 


Gin -a    body  mctt  a  bod\ 

Com  in  thro'  the  glen; 
Gin  a  bod^-  kif»   a  body 

Need  the  war  Id  kenl 

Cho.  Oh  Jenn\  8  a'  y>« e.\ ,<<■<-.. 


I  u 


418 


CoiTiia  thro*  the  vye.  2.  Sett 


Gin   a   ho-d>     meet  a    bo_dy,    Com-in   thro'   the    r\e. 


Ver\   Slow 


*-         Gin    A    bo-a\-     kifs      a       bo  _  dy        need      a      bo-_dv-      cry: 


ll_  ka    bo_d\-     has    a     bo_d;>-,     ne  er  -  a       ane     hae      I;        But 


U-X^L^ 


Gin  a  body  mefet  a  body,  comin  frae  the  weU, 

Gin  a   body  kifs  a    bod\',  need  a  bod_)  .tell; 

Ilka  body  has  *  bod\ ,  ne'er  a  ane  hae   I, 

But   a*  the  lads  ^ii^y  ioe  me,  and  what  the  war  am  I. 

Gi^i  H   body  meet  a  bod_)-,  com  in  frae  the  town 
Gin  a   bod},  kifs  a  bod_>',  need  a  bod^   gloom; 
Jlka  Jenn>   has  her  Jocke\-,  ne'er  a  ane   hae   I, 
But  a   the  lads  they  loe  mev  and  what  the  war  am  T, 

•  *  V  ^•.*'  'k  V  *  V  *  V  if  V  *  •:•  *  V  *  V  *  V  *  V  *  •:•  •*  V  He  V  4  v  *  v  *  v  jt  •:•■*•;•*•;•  ^j^  • 


The   Dake  of  Gordon   has  three  daughters 


419 


^m 


^         The   Duke  of  Gordon  has  three    daughters  E_li_zabeth, 


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Continued. 


43^ 


^•iiJi  i^  i'l  J  ;  J'  J  It  r'  rrn 


Margaret, Jind    Jean;     The>-    would    na*   -i^fay     iri       bonnj     Cajtle 


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They  had  not  been  in  Aberdeen  O  wo  to  >-ou,  captain  OgiKie, 

A  twelveiBonth  and  a  da_>v  And  an  ill  death  thou  fihaTt  die; 

Till  lady  Jean  fell  in  love  witittfaptOgihie.For  taking  to  my  daughter, 
[      And  aWa^  with.^him  (he  -would  gae.  Hahyectthou  fhalt  0«V 


IWord  came  to  the  dufc^  of  Gordon, 
In  the  chamber  ^ere  he.  lay, 

Lad>  Jean  has  felfin  love  with  captOgilvie, 
And  away  with  him  fhe  would  gae. 

Go  faddle  me  the  black  horfe. 
And  _>-ou'!l  ride  on  the  grey; 

And  1  will  ricje  to  bonny  Aberdeen, 
Where  I  have  been  many  a  da^  V 

They  were  not  a  mih  frpm  Aberdeen, 
*  A,  mile  bu*  only  three. 
Till  he  met  with  his  two  daughters  walking. 
But  away  was  lady  Jean. 

Where  is  your  After,  maidens? 

Where  is  your  fifter,  now? 
Vhere  is  >Tour  fifter,  maidens, 
That  fhe  is  not  walking  with  jou?" 

j'O  pardon  us, honoured  father, 

O  pardon  us,  they  did  fay; 
.ady  Jean  is  with  captain  Ogilvie, 

And  away  with  him  (he  will  gaeV 

^nd  when  he  came  to  Aberdeen, 

And  down  upon  the' green, 
her©  did  he  fee  captain  Ogilvie, 

Training  up  his  men. 


Duke  Gordon  has  wrote  a  broad  letfei , 

'  And  fent  it^o  the  king. 
To  caufe  hang  captain  Ogilvie, 
If  ever  he  hanged  a  man. 

I  will  not  han'g  captain  Ogilvie, 
For  no  lord  that  I  fe6;  | 

Bu  till*  caufe  him  to  put  off  the  laceKiieai 
And  put  on  the  fingleliveryr  ^lel. 

Word  came  to  captain  Ogilvie, 
In  the  chamber  where  fee  hy  , 

To  caft  off  the  gold  lace  and  fcarletV  . 
And  put  on  tht  fingle  livery. 

If  this  be  for  bonny  Jeany  Gordon  ; 
This  pennance  I'll  take  wi'; 
If  this  be  for  bonny  Jeany  Gordon, 
All  this  1  win  drceV 

I.ady  Jean  had  not  been  married. 

Not  a  ^ear  but  three. 
Till  fhe  had  a  babe  in  ever_)  arm,  ■ 

Another  upon  her  knee. 

O  but  1  m  wear^'  of  wandering.' 
O  but  my  fortune  is  bad.' 
It  fete  not  the  duke  of  Gordons  daugh(er 
To  iollow  a  foldier  lad  .^tc.Htc.&c. 


433 


Young  Jamie   pride  of  a'^tbe   plain. 

'     ^_^      ^  Tune  The  carlin  of  the  ^len 


ypfd 


r  r/i^rfTrngi^m 


4lQC\  <*^         Y<Ainfi;.  Jatiiie  pride  jOf      a*    the  plain,  «ae  galant. and    sae 


gav    a    swain.  Thro'    a'    our   lasses     he    did    rove.  And   reign'd    re_ 


^^ 


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1 


rockv    caves,    Hi«      sad     complain,  ing       dowie     raves. 


I    wha   sae   late  did   range  and   rove. 
And  change!  with  everj  moon  my  love, 
I   little  thought   the  time  was   near 
Repentance  T  should  buy  sae  dear; 
The  slighted   maids   my  torments  see. 
And  laugh  at  a'  the  pangs   I  dree; 
While  she,  my  cruel,  scornfu   Fair, 
Forbids    me  e'er  to-.  se»  her   mair. 


Out  over   the    F^orth,8<c 


421 


Out      o_ver    the    Fortli,   I       look     to    the    North,  But 


^^^^^^^^m 


South    nor   the     Eaft,  ipe   eaTe    to     m)      brealt.  The  far   fort  it^n 


man    that     is     dear    to     mv-     ba  _  hie    and     me  ^ 


\:\t 


V^antoiiiipr.s    tor    t'vt'r    niajr. 


4^:2^   "N*^*         Wantpnnefs   for     eV(  r   inriir,  VVantonnefs  has   been    my 


^-t-f-Hjrf^^^^^T- 1'  r  U  f- 


^^^^^^^ 


ru..in;    Yet,  for  a      n.y     dool  and   cart.   Its  wantoniif  fs  for    everl 


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1    hae    loed  the   Black, the  Brown;    T     halloed  the  Fair,  the  Gou'den 


^-;-^^M::3^=pfT  J-  r  U  r-^ 


^^f^^^^^^=LEC,'^;-tj"D  h  3I 


A   the  colours    in  the    town    \    hae    non    their    wanton     favour. 


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j(.4    +    +    4.   +   +4--«-    +    -f->- 
+  v*V  *••:•  ^viv4v  4^v^v*v  *-v4^v*v  ^\-^v  ?iHv*v  55^V*-v4v4:V^' 


The   Humble    Ben^crar. 


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in  tiiiie,\tr\-Slow 


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r  nrfri^r^ 


^4^2 3    X*^^      ^"    Scot-land    there   liv'd   a      humble  -beggar.  He       had 


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O     Recit. 


r-^  nr  [^ 


T»— }-l»     •  -■#■ 


K    '   ^'       y^ 


i^        I?'      i^ 


neither   houfe,  nor   hald,    nor   hame.    But   he    was   weel    liked      b\ 


rr-r-i. 


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O' 


Continaed 


13« 


m  time 


A   nnefow  of  ineal,  and  handfow  of  groat*, 
\  daad  of  a  oannock  or  herring  brie, 
Cauld  i,urradi^e,  or  the   lickint^s  of  plates. 
Wad  mak  hiin  as  lilyth  «»  a  be^'^ar  could  be. 

This  btggar  be  waa  a  humble  beggar, 
1  he  feint  a  bit  of  pride  had  fce. 
He   wad  a  ta'en  his  a'iBs  in  a  bikker 
•^rae  gentleman  or  poor  bodie. 

His  wall     8  ahint  and  afore  did  hang. 
In  as  tiood  order  as  wallets  could  be; 
A  Utig  kaiKgo'oly  hang  down  by  his  fide. 
And  a  nitikle  nowt  horn  to  rout  on  had  he. 

it  happend  ill,  it  happen'd  warfe. 
It  happenol  fae  that  he  did  die; 
And   wha  do  ye  think  was  at  his  late-wak 
Butjads  and  laffes  of  a  high  degree? 

Some  were  blyth,  and  fome  were  fad. 
And  fome  they  play'd  at  blind  Harrie; 
But  fuddenl_y   up-ftarted  the  auld  carle, 
I   redd  _>ou,good  folks,  tak  tent  o'  me. 

t'p  gat  Kate  that  fat  i'  the  nook. 
Vow  kimmer  and  how  do  ^e? 
Up  he  rat  and  ca'd  her  limmer. 
And  nigL'tt  and  tuggit  her  cockernonie. 

l'h<y  houkit  his  grav6  in  Duket's  kitk^yard. 
Ken  fair  fa*  the   companie; 

But   when  Ihiy   were  i^aun  to  lay  him  i'  th'  yird, 
'Ihe  ftiiit  a  dead,  nor  dead  was    he*. 

And  when  they  brought  huu  to  Dukets  kirk-j  ard 
He  dun  ted  on  the  kift.  the  boards  did  flie; 
And  when  they  were  gaun  to  put  hiin  i' the  yird, 
In  fell  the  kift,  and  out  lap  he. 

He  cryd^  I'm  cald,  I'm   unco  cald, 
Fu'  fa  ft  ran  the  folk,  and  fu' faft  ran  he; 
But  he  was  firft  hame  at  his  ain  ingte-fidc. 
And   he  helped  to  drirrk  his  ain  dirgie. 


4;r 


The  rowiut    iti    her  apron, 


^^^^^^p 


Ht;r  apron  wag  o  the  hollan  finr. 
Laid  about  wi*  laces  nine; 

She  thought  it  a  pit>  her  babie  fhould  tynt. 
And  flies  rowd  him  in  heir  apron. 

Her  apron  wa«  o  the  ho  Han  fma, 

I. aid  about   wi   lac^a  a. 

She  thou;s:ht  it  a  pifv   her  babe  to  iet  fa. 

And  ftie  rcwd  hni  m  her  apron. 
+   +  4-  +  +   -4-  +   -f   +   +  ■++-♦-  + 
Her  father  faye   VMthin  the  ha\ 
Amang  the  knights  and  nobles   a', 
I  think  1  hear  a  bai)ie  ca, 

In  the  chamber  '*niang  our  joun^  ladies. 

0  father  de  a   it  i&   a  bairn, 

1  hope  It  wiU  dc   jou  nae  harm, 

For  the  daddie   1   'ceo,  and  he*ll    loe  me  again, 
For  the  row  in  t  in   my  apron. 

0  is  he  a  gertltiwan,  or  is  he  a  clown. 
That  has  brought  thv  fair  body  down, 

1  would  not  foi  d  this  town 

The  lowint  in  thy  apron. 

Young  Terreagle«  iies   nae  clowj.. 
He  IS  the  tofs  oi  Edinborrow  town. 
And  he*ll  bu^-  nue  a  braw  new  gown 

F'or  the  ro<^m<  in  mv  apron 
-»-    -f    ■*-+-»-    +   +  +'^-»-^+  +   +   +    + 
Its  I  hae  caftle«,  1  hae  towtrs, 
I  ha«  barns,  and   I  hut  bowers, 
A*  that  is  mim,  U  iiull  be  thine, 

For  the   rowin  !    in  thv  apron. 


The  Boatie    rows,       Firft  Sett. 


The   Boatie    rows.        Second  Sett. 


I  r'/-  .^'~r~r+^^ 


426  ^    *  ^^^^     ^^y    *^®     boat_ie      row.      And        better 


^m 


may     fhe       fpeed     O        lee  _.  fo'nie,     may     the    boatie    row     That 


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over  Quickly 


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Continaed 


Tl   ^J  I  J'J  ■  1^ 


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wins     tile    bairns     bread.      The     boat-ie    rfiws,    the      boat_ie 


f        "i'    I    f  ^ 


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<>— B 


rowe,   t£e    boat_  ie     tows     in    'deecl.     And    iiap_  py     be        the 


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lot     o      a*      ,wha       wifh_efi       her      to      fpeed 


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f.         %     if^^ 


The  Boatie  rows.        Third  Sett. 


427 


^iT;P^^' jiJc.g'-Ti^^^^-irj 


'^  O     weel    may.  the   boatie   row.   And    better   ma^-     fh^^ 


^:M    i  '^' 


Verj'  Slow 


^^ 


4^M^  I  ^  •  f,  I J  • }  Jit 


fpeed;  And   leefome   maj-   the    boatie   row,   that     wins    the  bairns 


J.  Uj,  f  r  /if,  f  f'  fir  :^^ 

rfead;    The    boatie   rows,  the    boatie   rows,  the    DOatie   row 


Ija: 


bread;    The    boatie   rows,  the    boatie   rows,  the   boatie   rows     in- 


v-ft 


w^i    r  'j 


'i-cnks^Q-fth^^ 


■  fc,  n  r 


det-d;     And      weel    may    the    boatie    row,    that    win    my    bairns 


r— ':fT=i^ 


PL. 


f 


#>        ^  ■-..! ' 


^^ 


I  cuft  my  line  in    Largo  bay.  My  kurtch  I  put  upo'  mj   head, 

J^tid  fifties  I  catch'd  nine.  And  drefs'd  mytei' fu  braw. 
There  was  three  to  boil,&  three  to  ^y,  I  true  my  heart  was  douf  an  wae, 

A-nd  three  to  bait  the  line.  When  Jamie  ga'ed  awa; 

's!T1s»  boatie  rows,  the  boatie  rows,  '.'S.'But  weel  may  ^'boatie  row, 

-iThe  boatie  rows   indeed.  And  lucky, be  her  part; 

Attd  happy  be  the   lot  o  a\  And  lightfome  be  the  laf^ie's  care, 

Who  wifhes  her  to   fpeed^.'S!  That  yieH*  an  honeft  heart /S." 


O  weel  may  the   boatie  row. 
That  fills  a  heavy  creel„ 
A-nd  cleads  us  a  frae  head  to  feet. 
And  buys  6ur  pottage  meal; 
.'SiThe  boat^-  rows,  the  boatie  rows. 
The  boatie  rows    indeed. 
And  happy  be  the  lot  of  a. 
That  wifh  the  boatie  fpeed..*St 


.>When  Sawney,  Jock,  an  janetie, 
Are  up  and  gotten;  lear;    ' 
They'll  help  to  gar  the  boatie  row, 
And  lighten  a  our  care. 
*S;The  boatie  rows,  the  boatie  rows, 
The  boatie  rows  fu'  weel. 
And  lightfome  be  her  heart  thai  h<:<< 
The  Miirlain,  and  the  creel/SI 


When  Jamie  vow'd  he  woud  be  mine.     And  when  wi*  age  we're  worn  dov>n, 

And  wan  frae  me  my  heart,  And  hirpling  round  the  door, 

O  muckle  lighter  grew  wy  creel,  Tbey!ll  row  to  keep  us  dr\  and  wst  • 

He  fwore   we'd  never  part:  As  we  did  them  before; 

.'S.'The  boat_>'  rows,  the  boatie  rows,  .'S'.Then  w^ei  may  the  boatre  row. 

The  boatie  rows    fu'  weel.  She  wins  the  bairns  bread; 

And  muckle  lighter  is  the  load.  And  happj   be  the  lot  o   a. 

When  love  bears  up  the   creel.  That  wifh  the  boat  to  fpeed.\s: 


440 


Charlie   he  s   my   darling'. 


m=^^Sh^\  ^^^.f.:^f=f^ 


*^      Charlie    he's     1T13     clar_ling     the    >t)ujig    Chevalier 


^qrr  u  igM'Oj^iH'  • 


As  he'Vas  walking  up  the  ftre«t, 

""I'he  ^it_>'  for  to  view, 
O  there  he  fpied  ji  bonie  lafs 

The  wind«w  looking  thro'.  _  An' Charlie  &c. 

Sae  lights  he 'pimped  up  the  ftair, 

And  tirled  at  the  piti; 
And   wha  fae  ifeady  as   herfel. 

To  let  the  laddie  in.    An  Charlie  &c. 

He  fet  his  Jenny  on  his  'Itnee, 
All  in  his  Highland  drefs; 
For  brawlie  w^eel  he  ken'd   the  way 
lTo''pl€afe  a  b-onie  lafs.  An  Charlie  tec. 

Its  up  yon   heth^ry  mountain. 

And  down  yon  fcroggy  glen, 
We.daur  na  gang  a  milking. 

For  Chiariie  and   his   men.  > An'  Charlie  8cc. 


As    Svlvia    in   a   fnvcii    lay. 


441 


irain?    Wh\'       is     JDur    won_ted 


you    So     worthlefs    and    fo        vain?     Why       is     yoi 

^ ^ 


^'Tj  u    T  J.1 1 J  tW-pHf-IK^^ 


fond     nefs     now  Con  -  ver  _  ted     to     dif  _    -  dain? 


<:^ 


You  vow'd  the  light  fhou'd  darknefs  turn.For  you  delighted,  I  fhowld  die 

E'er  jou'd  exchange  your  love; 
In  iThades  may  now  creation  mourn. 

Since  ^  ou  unfaithful  prove. 
Was  it  for  this  I  credit  gave 

To  evr\'  oath  you  fwore? 
But  ahi  it  feems  thej-  moft  deceive. 

Who  moft  our  charms  adore\ 


But  oh;  with  grief  Im  filld. 

To  think  that  credulous  con  ft  ant  I 

Shoud  hy  yourfclf  be  kiU'd. 


'Tis  plain  yonr  drift  was  all  deceit. 

The  practice  of  mankind: 
Alasl  I  fee  it,  but  tqo  late, 
M     love  had  made  me  blind. 


This  faid all  breathlefs,fick  ^  pal. 

Her  head  upon  her  hand, 
She  found  her  vital  fpirits  fai.I, 

And  fenfes  at  a  ftand. 
Sj  Ivander  then  began  to  melt; 

But  e'er  the  word  was  givci;. 
The  heavy  handof  death  ft-.t  {<  if, 

And  figh'd  her  foul  to  Heaven. 


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iit-2 


The  Laft  of  Ecclefechan. 


•^  Rock  and     reel    and    fpinnin  wheel  A    mickje    quarter  bafon. 

u  r  J II 


Bye    attour,  my  Gutcicr  liaa  a    liich   houfe  and    a    laigh     ane 


0  had  your  tongue  now  Luckie  Laing,I  tint  my  whiftle  and  vay  fang, 
O  had  3  our  tongue  and  jauner;  I  tint  my  peace  and  pleafure; 

1  held  the  gate  till  you  I  met.  But  your  green  graff, now  Luckie  Laing 
iiyne  I  began  to   wander:  Wad' airt  me  to  my  treafure. 

The  Coaper"  o   Caddy. 


f-Tj  r'gi'^  J  J.  jij? 


We'll   aide  the  Copper  behind  the    door,   Be_hind    the 


arthg: 


ase^^ 


^ 


# 


udetiie  Cooper  be 


door,  be^Jbindthe  door.  We'll  bide  the  CTooper  behind  the  door  &: 


^? 


^ 


Conthined, 


443 


Chorus 


^^^ 


^^ 


he  Cooper  behind  the 


^ 


E 


ange"»<il  the   filly  gude_man  O.     We'll  hide   the  Coop 


^ 


1 


^ 


^ 


i 


Hi  J  J"]  Ji/]  }^ 


r  f  f  r  r 


door,  Be^hind  the  door,  De_hind   the  door  We'll  hide  the  Cooper  be 


m 


h¥W 


^^ 


^ 


^^ 


»      I* 


1^ 


Itrtz 


^^ 


-hind    the  door.  And    cover     him    un_der    a     maun   O. 


^ 


r.  ii,  I J ,  r  li 


^ 


He  fought  them  out,  he  fought  them  in, 
Wi    deil  hac  herland  deil  hae  himl 

.But  the  body  he  was  fae  doited- and  blin. 
He  wift  na  whare  he  was  gaun  O. 
We'll    hide,&c. 

They  cooperd  at  e  en,  they  coo  per  d   at  morn, 
Till  our  gudeman  ha«  gotten  the  fcorn; 

On  ilka  brow  fhe'a  planted  a  horn, 

And  fweara  that  tibere  they  fhall  ftan  Q. 
Well  hidc&c. 


444 


Widov\',  ate  ye   waking? 


O  widow,  vvilJ  ihou  let  ipe  mr 

"I'm  pawky,  wife,  and  thrifty, 
"And  come  of  a  right  gentle  kin; 

"I'm  little  mair  than  fift_>'." 
Daft  carle,  dit  jour  mouth., ^ 

What  figrrifiea  how  pawky, 
Or  gigntle-born  ye    be,-  but  youth-. 

In  love  ,\e're  but  a  gawky. 


"Then,  widow,  let  thcfe  guineas  fpeak, 

'  That  powerfull}-  plead  clinkan; 
"And  if  the;>-  fail,  rt\y  mouth  Til  ffeek, 

"And  nae  mair  love  will  think  on'.' 
Thefe  court  indeed,  I  maun  confefai, 

I  think  they  mak  you  young.  Sir, 
And  ten  "tfmes  better  can  expref» 

Affection,  than  your  tongue.  Sir 


The   Maltmau', 


44  5 


433 


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gan_tree       As      hoft-  ler      wives     fiiould     do, 

■  i^ 


When  maltmen  come  fOr  filler.  The  maltman  is  right  cunning. 

And  gangers  wi'  wands  oer  foon.         But  I  can  be  as  flee. 

Wives,  tak  them  a'  down  to  the  cellar,  And  he  m&y  crack  of  his  winning. 

And  clear  them  as  I  have  done.  When  he  clears  fcores  with  me: 

This  bewith,  when  cun'ie  is  fcantj-.  For  come  when  he  likes,  im  read>  ; 

Will  keep  them  frae  making  din.  But  if  frae  hame  i  be. 

The  knack  I  learncl  frae  an  auld  aunty.  Let  him  wait  on  our  kind  lad\, 

The  fnackeft  of  a*  my  kin.  She'll  anfwer  a  bill  for  mc. 


446 


Leeaie    Lindray 


434  ^^*     ^^^  y^    g**  *o   *^e    Highlar/d*  Lee/ie  Lind%-,  Will  ye 

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go    to    the    HigWands    wi'     me     Will  >-e    go    to    the  Highland* 


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Lee/ie   Lindfav    My     pride   and    my      dar-ling     to        be. 


The    Aiild  Wife   ayont  the  Fire. 


43v5^.  *      '^^^  ^"'<^    ^'f«  beyond  the    fii»e,The    auld     wife 


neilt  the    fire    The     auid    wife   ayont    the    fire    She    died      for 


lack    o     fnifhing     There    was  a    wife    won'd    in      a      glen.   And 


fhe  had   dochters  nine  or   ten.  That   fought     the     houfe   baith 


Continned. 


44*^ 


Choi 


Her  mill  into  fome  hole  had  fawn.  And  they  a  piftol-bullet  gat;^- 
Whatrecks, quoth  fhe,  let  it  be  gawn,     She^powerfully  began  to  crack. 
For  I  maun  hae  a  young  goodman  '*' 

Shall  furnifli  me. with  fnifliing. 
The  auld  wife,  &c. 


To  win  herfelf  a  fnifliing. 
The  auld  wife,  &c. 


Braw  fport  it  was  to  fee  her  chowl , 
Her  eldeft  dochter  faid  right  bauld,  And'tween  her  gums  fae  fquee/e&row*t, 
Fy,  mother,  mind  that  now  yeVe  auld.    While  frae  her  jaws  the  Haver  flbw't, 
And  if  ye  with  a  younker  wald,  And  ay  lie  curs'd  poor  ftunipj-.  , 

He'll  wafte  away  your  fnifhing.  The  auld  wife,&c. 

The  auld  wife,&c. 

At  laft  fhe  gae  a  defperate  (qute/e, 
The  youngeft  dochter  gae  a  fhout.    Which  brak  the  auld  tooth  by  the  nee/, 
O  mother  dearlyour  teethes  a*  out.  And  f^ne  poor  ftumpy  was  at  eafc, 

Befides  ha'f  blind,  you  hae  the  gout.  But  fhe  tint  hopes  of  fnifliing. ' 


Your  mill  can  had  nae  fnifliing. 
The  auld   wife,&c. 


The  auld  wife,  &c. 


She  of  the  tafk  began  to  tire,  , 
Ye  lied, ye  limmers,  cried  auld  murop,And  frae  her  dochters  did  retire, 
For  I  hae  baith  a  tooth  and  ftump.  Syne  leaned  her  down  aj-ont  the  fire. 


And  will  nae  langer  live  in  dump. 
By  Wanting  o'  my  fnifhing. 
The  auld  wife,&c. 


And  died  for  lack  of  fnifhing. 
The  auld  mfe,&b. 

Ye  auld  y^ives, notice  vvxel  this  truth, 


i     Thole  ye,  fays  Peg,  that  paxiky  ftut,  Affoon  as  je*re  paft  mark  of  mouth. 
Mother,  it  you  can  crack  a  nut,  Neer  do  what's  only  fit  for  vt)ut 


Then  we  will  a'  confent  to  it. 
That  you  Ihall  have  a  fnifliing. 
The   auld  wife.  &c. 

The  auld  ane  did  agree  to  that, 
Snifhing.in  its  literal  meaning, is  fnuff  made  of  tobaccoj.but  in  this  fong 
it  means  fometimes  contentment,  a  huCband,  love,  money,  kc. 


ly  fit  for  ^t)uth, 
And  leave  aff  thoughts  of  fnifhing:' 
Elfe  like  this  wife  b,e>ont  the  fire. 
Your  bairns  againft^tju  will  confpire 
Nor  will  ^e  get,unlefs^ie  hire, 
A  ^-oung  man  with  ;>t)ur  fnifliing. 


448 


For    the    fake  o*  Somebody 
Written  for  this  Work  by  Robert  Burns. 


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436  "S    *        ^v       lieart     is      fair,      I       dare      na        tell.       My 


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eart   is    fair  ,  for    Soine«bo_<n':    1    could  wake  a  winter- niel 


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'^      for    the    fake    o*    Soin6«bo«dy.        Oh_hon!     for    Some-bo  _d>'i 


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_  round      For     the      fake     o      Some  _  bo  -  dy. 


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Ye   Powers  that  fmife  on  virtuous  love, 

O,  fweetly  fmile  on  Somebody! 
Frae  iika  danger  keep  him  free. 
And  fend  me  fafe  my  Somebody. 
Oh_honl    for  Somebody  I 
Oh_heyl    for  Somebody! 

{    wad    do what  wad    I    not  — 

For  the  fake   o*  Somebody! 


The  Cardm  o't,  8<!( 


449 


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wat  _  pin     ot      the      win  _  nin     ot        when    il-  ka      ell      coft 


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a     groat.   The    tay_  lor    ftaw     the      Ijn-in    o\. 


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For -though .  his   locks  be  lyart  gray, 
And  though  his  brow  be  beld  aboon. 

Yet  I  hae  feen  him  on  a  day 
The  pride  of  a'  the  parifhen. 
The  cardin,  &c. 


460 


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TThe  Sonters  o*  Selkirk. 


JJr      It*    up  wi'the  Souters  o  Selkirk, And  down  wi'  tlie  Earl  of 


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Hun)e,Andli^re  is  to  a  the  braw  laddies  That  wear  the  fingle  foal'd  Ihoon: 


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♦   Its  ^p  wi'the  fbuters  o  Selkirk, For  they  are  baith  tniftj'  and  leal;  And 


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up  wi'  tte  lads  o  the  Foreft,And  down  wi'  the  merfe  to  the  deil. 


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Rock  and  wee   pickle  Tow. 


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Jis  fir  friU 


try  the-fpinning  ot.  But  looten  her  down,her  rock  took  a    low,  Aad 


mg"  o  t,  ijut  lo 


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pate  but  a'  fhe  could  do  it  wad  hae  its  ain   gatejAtlaft  fhe  fat  down 


At  laft  fhe  fat 


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ont  and  bitter- ly  grat,  For  eer  having  tryd  the  fpinning     o't. 


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I  hae  been  a  wife   thefe  three  ,f core  of  3 ears.. 

And  never  did    try  the  fpinning  o't. 

But  how  1  was  farked    foul  fa'  th-em  that  fpeus 

To  mind   me  o'  the  beginning  ot. 

The  wT)men  are  now  a  days  turned   fae  bra 

That  ilk  ane  maun   hae  a  fark,fome^maun  hae  twa 

But  better   the    warld    was    when  fint  ane   ava 

To  hinder  the  firft  beginning  o't. 

Foul  fit  them  that  eer   ad  vis  d    me  to  fpin 

It  minds  me  o'  the  beginning  o't, 

I  well  might  have  ended  as  1  had  begun 

And   never  have  tryd  the  fpinning  o't 

But  fhes  a  wife  wife  wha  kens  her  ain  weird 

I  thought  anes   a  day  it  wad  never  be  fpterd 

How  let  y-ou  the  low  tack  the  rock  by  the  beVrd 

When  you  gaed  to  try  the  fpinning    o't. 

The  fpinning  the  fpinning,  it  gars    my  heart  fab 

To  think  on  the  ill  beginning   o't 

1  tookt  in  my  head  to  make  me  a  wab 

And  this  was  the  firft  beginning  o  t 

But  had  I  nine  Daughters  as  1  hae  but  three 

The  fafeft  and   foundeft  advice  I  wad  gie 

That  tiiey  wad  frae  fpinning  ftill  keep  their  hands  free 

For  fear  of  an  ill  beginning  ot. 

But  if  they  in  fpite  of  my  counfel  wad    run 
The  dreary  fad  tafk  o'  the  fpinning  o't . 
Let  them  find  a   loun  feat  light  up  hy  the  fun 
Syne  ^'enture  on  the  beginning  o't : 
For  wha  8  done  as  I  ve  done  alake  and    a\tvw 
To  bufk  up  a  rock  at  the  cheek  of  a  low. 
They  11  fay  that  I  had   little  wit  in  my  pow. 
The  meikle  Deil  tak  the  fpinning  o't. 


45*2 


Tibbie   Fowler. 


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4/lQ -<    Jt^        Tibbie  Fowler  o   the  glen, There's  o'er  mony      woo  _  in 


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at  her,  Tibbie  Fowler  o  the  glen,  there  s  oer  mony  wooin  at  her. 


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Filthy  ell,   its    for  her  pelf,  that  a  the  lads  are   wooin  at  her. 


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Ten  cam  eaft, and  ten  came  weft,  ten  came  rowin  oer  the  water; 
Twa  came  down  the  lang  dyke  fide, there 8  twa  and  thirty  wooin  at  her. 
Wooin  at   her,  &c. 

There  s  feven  but,  and  feven  ben,  feven  in  the  pantry  wi*  her; 
Twenty- 'head  about  the  door.  There 8  ane  and  fortj-  wooin  at  her. 
Wooin  'at  her,  &c. 

Shes  got  pendles  in  her  Iug8,Cockle-fheIls  wad  fet  her  better; 
High-heel'd  fhoon  and  filler  tags.  And  a'  the  lads  are  wooin  at  her. 
'Wooin   at  her.  &c. 

Be  a  lafsie  e  er  fae  black.  An  fhe  hae  the  name  o  filler. 

Set  her  upo'  Tintbck-tap,  The  wind  will  blaw  a  man  till  her. 

Wooin    at   hd.r,  &c. 

Be  a  lafsie  -eer  fae  fair,  An  fhe  want  the  pennie  filler; 
A  flie  mz\'  fell  her  in  the  air.  Before  a  inan  be  even  till  Jber. 
Wooin   at   her,  fee . 


On    hearing    a   Vonng  Ladv  ^ing. 


4  53 


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harming    Jackie   fing;    Her    notes  pathe-tic    rife  and  fall  fweet 


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_  vives,  grows   gay_  ly   young,  And     blithly  joins  the     vocal  ftaft. 


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iio,  on  fweet  maid,  improve  the   lay 
Attun'd  to  ftrains  of  plaintive  woe; 
They  always  bear  refiftlefs  fwa_\' 
'    When  fung  by  charming  Jackie  O, 
Long   may.fhe  blefs  her  parents  ear, 
And  always  prove  their  mutual  joy, 
May  no  beguilerr  artful  fnare. 
The  peace  of  innocence  annov. 


4rM 


Theres  three   gnde  fellow  ajont  jon  glen 


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fellows  down  a\'ont  yori  elen.    Its 


eres  three  true  gude  fellows  down  a\'ontj'ori  glen.    Its 


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Willie  thou  fall  ken.   Theres  three  true  gude  fellows,Theres  three  tru 


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The  wee  thing:  or  Marj  of  Caftle  Carj. 


J    r  I  n'  J 


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"Her  hair  it  is  lint  whitel  her  fkin  it  is  milk  whitel 
'Dark  is  the  blue  o'  her  faft  rolling  eel 
"Red  red   her  ripe  lips,  and  fweeter  than  rofts.  — 
"Whar  could   my  wee  thing  wander  frae  me? 

'I  faw  na  5'our  wee  thing,  I  faw  na  3  our  ain  thing, 
'Nor  /faw  I  your  true  love  down  by  yon  lea; 
'But  1  met  tny  bonny  thing  late  in  the  gloaming, 
'Down  by  the  burnie  whar  flow're   the  haw  tree. 

*Her  hair  it  was  lint  white,  her  fkin  it  was  milk   white, 
'Dark  was  the  blue  o'  her  faft  rolling  eel 
•'Red  war  her  ripe  lipc,  and   fweeter  than  roles  1 
'Sweet  war  the  kifses  that  fhe  gae  to  me; 

It  was  na-  my  wee  thing!  It  was   na  my  ain  thing. 
"It  was  na  my  true  love  ye  met  by  the  treel 
"PrOud  is  her  leil  heart;  modeft  her  nature, 
''She  never  lo'od  on^   till  ance  fhe  lo'od  me. 

'Her  name  it  is  Mar_>',  fhe's  frae  Caftle  Gary, 
'Aft  has  fhe  fat,  when  a  bairn,  on  my  kneel 
'Fair  as  3 our  face  is,  wart  fifty  times  fairer, 
'Young  braggerl  Che  ne'er  would  gie  kifses  to-thee.' 

'it  was  then  _>our  Mary,  fhe's  frae  Caftle  Car^  , 
'It  was  then  > our  true  love  I  met  by  the  tree. 
'Proud  as  her  heart  is,  and  modeft  her  nature, 
'Sweet  war  the  kifses  that  fhe  gae  to  mel 

Sair  gloom'd  his  dark  brow,  blood  red   his  Cheek  grew. 
Wild   flach'd  the  fire,  frae  his   red  rolling  ee;   — 
"Ye's   rue  fair  this  morning,  your  boafts  and  >t)urfcorning 
"Defend  ye  faufe  traitor;  fu' loudly  ye  lie! 

"Awa   wi' beguiling,  cried  the  ^outh  froiling; 
Aff  went  the  bonnet;  the  lint -white  locks  flee; 
The  belted  plaid  fa'ing,  her  white  bofom  fhawing. 
Fair  ftaod  the  lov'd  maid   wi'  the  dark  rolling  eel 

Is  it  my  wee  thingl  is   it  mine  ain  thing? 
"Is  it  my  true  love  here  that  I  fee?- 
O  Jamiel  forgie  me,  jx)ur  hearts  conftant  to   me; 
'I'll  never  mair  wander,  my  true  love,  frae  thee. 


4  56 


O   can    ye    few   CaXliioiis. 


I  J' J  fli    J    il  X  f   J 


444:     '*^"^  ^        ^i?     -^  ^*^    C^Otiong    and      caW      >W      iJ^e^ 


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greets.      And     ii«e    and     baw    bir^  die     and      hee      arjd       baw 

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ft     th^t      I     lead     wi*    you    monny  O  you   little  for  'to  gie  you 


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h^e    O      wee      O         what       would      I     do     wi*    you 


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The  glancing  of  her  Apron 


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glancing    in     her     ap_  ron.  With   a      bonnie    brent    brow 


r  •     f  r  cj    'O  .K^'jys 


I  faidygood  morrow,  fair  maid; 

And  fhe,  right  courteoflie. 
Returned  a  backhand  kindly  faid 
Good  day,  fweet  fir  to  thee.* 
I  fpeir'd,  my  dear,  how  far  awa 

Do  ye  intend  to  gae. 
Quoth  fhe,  I  mean  a  mile,  or  twa 

And  oer  ynn  broomy  brae. 

Fair  maid,  Im  thankfu  to   voy  fate 

To  have  fie  company; 
For  lam  ganging  ftraight  that  gate, 

Whefe  )e  intend  to  be. 
When  we  had  gane  a  mile  or  twain, 

1  faid  to  her,  my  dow. 
May  we  not  lean  u»  on  this  plain, 

And  kifs  your  bonny  moul 


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Walv,  Waly.  _A  different  fet  _ fee  Volume  2f.Page  1€6 


She  fajs  fhe   lo'es  me    beft  of  a. 

^Writtt-n  for  this  Work  by  Robert  Burns.  An    Irifh  Air 


447  "^    ^         ^^®    flax-en   were  her    ringlets,  Her  eyebrows   of 


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Con  tinned 


459 


Like  harmony  her  motion; 

Her  pretty  ancle  is  a  fpy, 
Betra\ing  fair  proportion, 

Wad  make  a  faint  forget  the  fky. 
Sae  warming,  fae  charming. 

Her  fautelefs  form  and  gracefu  air; 


Let  others  love  the  city, 

And  gaud}'  {hew  at  funny  noon; 
Gie  me  the  lonely  valley-. 

The  dewy  eve,  and  rifing  moon 
Fair  beatning,  &  ftreaming 

Her  Olver  light  the  boughs  anian^- 
While  falling,  recalling,        (^fang; 


Ilk  feature aulid.  Nature 

Declar'd  that  fhe  could  do  nae  mair:       The  amorous  thrufh  concludes  his 

Hers  are  the  willing  chains  o*  love,      There,  dear«ft  Chloris.wilt  thou  rove- 
By  conquering  Beautj-'s  fovereign  law;    By  ^Nimpling  burn  &  leafy-  Oiaw, 

And  a}   my  Chloris  d,eareft  charm.  And  hear  my  vows  o'  truth  and  love. 

She  fays.ftie  lo'ea  me  beft  of  a'.  And  fay,  thou  lo'es  n^e  beft  of  a'. 


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The    bonie   lafs    made  the  bed   to  me 
Written   for  this  Work  by  Robert    Burfts. 


to    the     north    I        took     my  ,  way.    The      mirk,  fome  night   di 


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By  my  gude  Ixick  a  maid  I  met, 
Juft  in  the  n;iddle  o  my  care; 
And  kindly  fhe  did  me  invite 
To  walk  into  a  chamber  fair. 

I  bowd  fu*  low  unto  this  maid. 
And  thankd  her  for  her  courtefie; 
{  bowd  fu  low  unto  this  maid. 
And  bad  her  mak  a  bed  for  me. 


Her  cheeks  like  lilies  dipt  in  wine. 
The  lafs  that*  made  the  bed  to  me. 

Her  bofom  was  the  driven  fnaw, 
Twa  drifted  heaps  fae  fair  to  fee; 
Her  limbs  the  polifhd  marble  ftane. 
The  lafs  that  made  the  bed  to  me. 


I  kifsd  her  oer  and  o'er  again. 
And  ay  fhe  vkift  na  what  to  fay;, 

She   made  the  bed  baith  large  and  wide,  I  laid  her  between  me  and  the  wa' 

Wi'  twa  white  hands  fhe  fpread  it  down;   The  lafsie  tjiought  na  lang  till  da}-. 

iihe  put  the  cup  to  her  rcfy  lips 

And  drank,  Voung  man  nowfleep>Te  found.'Upon  the  morrow  when  we  rafe, 

I  th&nk'd  her  for  her  courtefie: 


She  fnatchc!  the  candle  in  her  hand. 
And  frae  m>'  chamber  went  vti'fpeed; 
But  I  calici  her  quickly  back  again 
To  lay  fome  mair  below  my  head. 

A  cod  fhe  iaid  below  ny  head. 
And  ferved  me  wi' due  refpect; 
And  to  falute  her  wi' u  kifs, 
I  put  my  arms  about  her  neck . 


But  ay  fhe  blufh'd  &  ay  fhe  figh'd, 
And  faid,Alas  y^e've  ruind  me. 

1  clifpd  her  waift  &  kife'd  her  fjne. 
While  ih&  tear  ftood  twinklin  in  her  ee 
I  faid,  my  lafsie  dinna  cry. 
For  ye  ay  fhall  mak  the  bed  to  me. 


She  took  her  mither*  holland  HieetS 
And  made  them  a'  in  farks  to  me: 
Haud  aff  }our  hands  j  oungman,fhe  faj  8,81^  the  and  merrj-  may  (he  be. 


And  dinna  fae  uncivil  be: 
Gif  ye  hae  ony  luve  for  me, 
O  wrang  na  my  virginitiei   • 

Her  hair  was  like  the  links  o  gowd. 
Her  teeth  were  like  the  ivorie. 


The  lafs  that  made  the  bed  to  me. 

The  bonie  lafs  made  the  bed  to  me. 
The  braw  lafs  made  the  bed  to  me. 
I'll  ne'er  forget  till  the  day  that  I  dii 
The  lafs  that  made  the  bed  to  me.. 


Sae  far  Awa. 
Written  for  this   Work  b^   Roberf  Burne. 


461 


How  true  is   love  to  pure  dcaert, 

So  love  to  her,  «ae  far  »wa: 
And  nocht  can   heal  my  bosom's  smart, 

While,  Oh,  aht  is  sae  far  awa. 
Ntne  other   love,  nane  other  dart, 

I  feel,  but  hers  sae  far  awa; 
But  fairer   never  touch'd  a  heart 

Than  het*8,  the  Fair  sae  far  awa. 


462 


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pounie   was    ne'er  better  whifked  Wi'^cfudgel  that  liang  frae  hie  fide. 


But  Maggie  was  wondrous  jealous       Wi' fniring  behind  and  before  him. 
To  fee  Willie  bufked  fae  braw;  For  fie  is  the  metal  of  brutes: 

And  Sawney, he  fat  in  the  aIehoufe>        Poor  Wattie,  and  waes  me  for  him, 

And  hard  at  the  liquor  did  caw.    •         Was  fain  to  gang  hame  in  his  boots. 
There  was  Geordy  thsit  well  lovd  his  las- 
He  touk  the  pint-ftoup  in  his  arms.    Now  it  was  late  in  the  ernin^. 
And  huggd  it,and  faid,Trouth  thejre  fauc\-     And  boughting  time  was  drawing  neSlSr 
That  loos  nae  a  good  fathers  bairn.     The  lafses  had  ftenchd  their  greening 

With  fouth  of  braw  apples  and  beer, 
.There  was  Wattie  the  muirland  laddie.     There  was  tillie,and  Tibbie,and  Sibbie,. 
That  rides  on  the  bonny  grey  cout,  And  Ceicy  on  the  fpinneUcouId  fpin, 

With  {word  by  his. fide  like  a  cadie.  Stood  glowringat  figns  feglaft  wiiinocks,^ 

To  drive  in  the  fheep  and  the  knout.  But  deila  ane  bade  them  come  in. 

His  doublet  fae  weel  it  did  fit  him, 

It  fcarcely  came  down  to  mid  thigh,      God  guides!  fawyou  ever  the  like  o  it? 
W^ith  hair  poutherd,hat    and  a  feather.  See  yonders  abonny  black  fwan; 

And  houfmg  at  courpon  and  tee.  It  glowrs  ast  wad  fain  be  at  us; 

Whatsyon  that  it  hads  in  its  hand,^ 
Awa,daft  gouk, cries  Wattie, 

They  re  a'  but  a  rick  I  e  of  fticks; 
See  there  is  Bill,Jock,and  auld  Hackis, 
And  _>ondere  Meft  John  &  auld  Nick. 


Quoth  Maggie,Come  bu\'  us  our  fairing: 


But  bruckie  playd  boo  to  bauile» 

And  aff  fcourd  the  cout  like  the  wn: 
Poor  Wattie  he  fell  in  the  caufie. 

And  birfs'd  a  the  bams  m  his  fkin. 
His  piftols  fell  out  of  the  hulfters, 

/ind  were  a  bedaubed  with  dirt; 
iJic  folks  they  came  round  him  in  clufters,      And  Wattie  right  fleelj-  cou'd  tell, 

SoHic  leugh,and  cr>-(1,Lacl,ny,s-  a  ou  hurt?!  think  thou  re  the  flowr  of  the  clach'eh 

In  trouth  now  I'fe  gie  ;)T)u"m3'  fell. 
But  cout  wad  lef:  nae  l)od>-  ftf  er  him,         But  wha  woud  eer  thought  it  o'  him. 

He  was  a\-  iae  wantoti  and  llceegh;  That  eer  he  had  rippled  the  lint? 

Ihe  packmans  ftands  he  o'erturn'd  them,    Sae  proud  was  he  o'  his  Maggie, 

And  gard  a  the  Jo  ;ks  ftand     a-beech;      The' Ihe  did  baith  fcalie  and  fquint 


464 


I'll   never  love  thee  more. 


A?    Alexander  1   ♦viU  reign. 

And  I  will  rei^n  alone. 
My  thoughts  did  evermore  disdain 

A  rival  on  my  throne, 
Be  either  fears  hi«  fate  too  much, 

Or  his  deserts  are  email, 
v\lio  dares  not  put  it  to  the  touch, 

To  gain  or  lose  it  all. 

But  I  will  reign  and  govern  stilt, 

A  nd  always  giv«  the  law ; 
And  hive  each  subject  at  my  will, 

And  all  to  stand  in  awe; 
But   gaioet  my-  batt  ries  if  I  find 

Thou  storm  or  vex  me  sore, 
And  if  .thou  set  me  as  a  blind, 

I'll  never  love  thee  more. 


And  in  the  empire  of  thy  heart. 

Where   I  should  solely  be. 
If  others  do  pretend  a  part. 

Or  dare  to  share  with  me; 
Or  committees  if  thou  erect, 

Or  go  on  such  a  score, 
I'll,  smiling,  mock  at  the  neglect. 

And  never  love  thee  more. 

But  if  no  faithless  action  stain 

Thy  love  and  constant  word, 
I'll  make  thee  famous  by  my  pen, 

And  glorious  by  my  sword, 
I'll  serve  thee  in  Such  noble  waj:s, 

As  ne'er  was  known  before; 
I'll  deck  and  crown  thy  head  with  ba>'S> 

Aftd  love  thee  more  and  more. 


Mj  father   has    forty    good    fhillings. 


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My  ftockiiit^n  are  ready  for  fending:  For  my  uncle  will  buy  me  a  cradle, 
Then   I'll  be  as  braw  as  the  reft.      To  rock  my  child  in  when  its  yoting. 
And    I   wonder, ftc.^  And  1    wonder,  fee. 


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Our  ^oodman  came  hame  at  e  en. 

And  hame  came  he; 
He  epj'd  a  pair  of  Jackboots, 

Where   nae  boots  should  be. 
What's  this  now  good»vife? 

What's  this  I  see? 
How  came  these  boots  there 

Without  the  leave  o*  mei 
BootsI  quo'  she: 
A)-,  boots  quo'  he. 
Shame  fa*  J"our  cuckold  face. 

And  ill  mat  ye  see. 
It's  but  a  pair  of  water  stoups 

The  cooper  sent  to- me. 
Water  stoupsi  quo'  he; 
Ay\  water  stoups,  quo'  she. . 
Far  hae  I  ridden, 

And  farer  hae  I  gane, 
But  sillcr  spurs  on  water  stoups 

Saw  I  never  nane. 

Our  goodman  came  hame  at  e'en. 

And  hame  came  be; 
And    then  he  saw  a^siner)  sword. 

Where  a  sword  should  not  be: 
Whftt's  this  now  goodwife? 

What's  this   I   see?  . 
O  how  came  this  sword  here. 

Without  the  leaA'e  o'  mt? 
A  sword  1  quo'  ahe: 
A\-,  a  sword,  quo'  he. 
Shame  fa'  your  cuckold  face. 

And  ill  mat  you  see. 
Its  but  a  parrid^e  spurt le 

Mj-  rtinnie  sent  to  me. 
(a  parrid^t  Bpurtlei  quo'  he: 
Ayt  a  parrid^e  spurtle  quo'  she.) 
Weil,  far  hae   I  ridden. 

And  muckle  h.ie  I  seen; 
But  siller  handed (parridge^  spurtJes 

S;iw   !  never  nane. 

Our  goodman  came  hame  at  een. 

And  hame  came  be; 
There  he  spyd  a  powder  tl  wig. 

Where  nae  wig  should  Ije. 
What's  this   now  good  wile,'' 

Wh;tt's  this   I  see? 
How  came  this   wig  here. 

Without  the  leave  o'  me. 
A  wigl  quo'  she; 
Aj,  a  wi^.  quo'  he. 


Shame  fa'  your  cuckold  face, 

And  ill  ir;:it  3-ou  see, 
Tis  natthiiki?  but  a  clocken  hen 

My  minnie  sent  to  ire. 
A    clocken  henlquo'  he: 
Ay,  a  clocken  hen,  quo*  she. 
Far  hae   I  ridden. 

And  muckle  hae  I  seen. 
But  powder  on  a  ciocken-h*w. 

Saw  1  never  nane. 

Our  goodman  came  hame  »t  tren. 

And  hame  came  he* 
And  there  he  saw  a  muckle  coat. 

Where,  nae  coat  shoud  be. 
O  how  Came  this  coat   here? 

How  can  this  be? 
How  came  this  coat  here 

Without  the   Itave  o'  ixie? 
A  coati  quo"  she; 
Ay,  a  coat,  quo'  he 
Ye  auld  blind  dotard  raff^ 

Blind  mat  ye  be. 
Its  but  a  pair  of  blankets 

M\'   minnie  sent  fo   me. 
Blankets!  quo'  he: 
Ay,  blankets,  quo  she. 
Far  hae  I  ridden. 

And  muckle  hae  1  seen. 
But  buttons  upon  biynktts 

-Saw   I   never  nane, 

Ben  went  our  goodman, 

A  {id  ben  went  he; 
And  there  he  spy'd  a  sturdy- man. 

Where  nae  man   should  be. 
How  came  this  man  here. 

How  can  this  be? 
How   came  this,  man  here, 
Without  tie  leave  o'  we? 
A  man.  quo'  she: 
A\ ,  a  man,  quo'  het 
Poor  blind  bodj , 

And  blinder  mat  ye  be. 
It's  a  new  milking  maid. 
My  mither  sent  to  me. 
A  maidi  quo'  he; 
Ay,  a  maid,  quo'  she. 
Far  hae  i  ridden. 

And  muckle  hae  I  seen,- 
But  lang^bearded  maidens 
Saw  I  never  nane. 


468 


Sir   John    Malcolm. 


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To  hear  them  of  their  travels  talk,  Igo  and  ago. 
To  gae  to  Londons  but  a   walk:  Tram  coram  dago. 
I  hae  been  at  Amftcrdam,  A.c. 
Wher«  I  faw   mony  a  braw  madam. 

To  fee   the  wonders  of  the  deep. 
Wad  gar  a  man  baiTh  wail  and  weep; 
To  fee  the   Leviathans   fkip. 
And   wi    their  tail  ding  o'er  a  fhip. 

Was  ye  eer  in  Crail  town? 
Did  ye  fee  Clark  Difhing'toun? 
His   wig  was. like  a  drouket  ben, 
And   the  tail  ot  hang  down 

like  a  meikle   maan  lani^'  draket  gray  goole-pen. 

But  for  to   make  ye  mair  enamour d. 
He  has  a  glafs  >ii  his  be  ft  chamber; 
But  forth   he  ftept    unto  the  door. 
For  he  took  pills   tiie    m^ht  before. 


Lizae   Baillle. 


469 


I  am  fure  they  wad  nae  ca'  me  wife.  She  wacj  nae  hae  a  Lawland  laird. 
Gin  I  wad  gang  wi*  you.  Sir;  Nor  be  an  Englifti  lady; 

Foe  J  can  neither  card  nor  fpin.  But  ihe  wad  gang  wi' Duncan  Gra>me- 
Nor  yet  milk  ewe  or  cow,  SirV  And  row  her  in  his  plaidie. 


"My  bonny  Lizae  Baillie, 

Let  nane  o  thefe  things  daunt  ye; 
Ye' 11  hae  nae  need  to  card  or  fpin. 

Your  mither  weel  can  want  ye'.* 


She  was  nae  ten  miles  frae  the  town, 

When  {he  began  to  weary; 
She  aften  looked  back, and  faid, 
Farewell  to  CaftJ«<;arry. 


Now  fhe»  caft  aff  her  bonny  fhoen,        "The^firft  place  Ifawmj-DuncanGneme 
Made  o'  the  gilded  leather.  Was  near  yon  holland  bufh. 

And  fhes  put  on  her  highland  brogues.  My  father  took  frae  me  my  rings. 
To  fkip  amang  the  heather:  My  rings  but  and  my  purfe. 

And  fhe  8  caft  aff  her  bonny  gown,        "But  I  wad  nae  gie  my  Duncan  Grame 

Made  o'  the  filk  and  fattin.  For  a'  my  fathers  land, 

And  fhe  s  put  on  a  tartan  plaid.  Though  it  were  ten  times  ten  times  mair. 

To  row  amang  the  braken.  And  a'  at  my  command!' 

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Now  wae  be  to  _>-ou,  logger-heads. 

That  dwell  near  Caftlecarry, 
To  let  awa  fie  a  bonnj-  iafs, 
A  Highland  man  to  marr> -. 


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471 


Shell  wander  by  the  aiken  tree» 

When  tryftin  time  draws   near  again; 

And   when  her    lovely  form   1   fee, 
O  haith»fhe8  dotibfy^  dear   againl 
I*ll  ay  ca',  &c . 

.^  .         To   the    forepoinp;  Tnne. 
Written  for  this  Work    by   Rob^ert   Burns. 
O  wat  ye  whaV  in  yon  town.  And  welcome  Lapland's  dreary  flKy; 

Ye  fee  the  eenin  Sun  upon,  O  wat  ye  whk's,&c. 

The  deareft  maids  in  yon  town. 
That  eenin  Sun  is  fliining  on.  My  cave  wad  be  a  lovers  bow'r. 

Now  haply  down  jon  gay  green  fhaw;     Tho'  raging  winter  rent  the  air; 
She  wanders  b^-  yon  fpreadmg  tree.       And  fhe  a  lovely  little  flower. 
How  b4eft  ye  fiowr's  that  round  her blaw, That  I  Vad  tent  and  fhelter  there.^ 
Ye  catch  the  glances  o'  her  e*e.  O  wat  ye  wha*8,fec, 

O  wat  ye  wha's,  fee. 

O  fweet  is  fhe  in  yxin  town* 
How  bleft  ye  birds  that  round  herfing,The  firikin  Suns  gane  donn  upon;- 
And  Tivelcome  in  the  blooming  year,        A  fairer  thans  in  yon  town, 


And  doubly  welcome  be  the  fpring. 
The  feafon  to  my  Jeanie  dear. 
O   wat  ye  wha's,.<:c. 

The  fun  blinks  blyth  on  yon  to\N-n, 
Amang-the  broomy  braes  fae  green; 
But  ray  tiie lights  in  yon  town. 
And  deareft  pleafure  is  my  Jean: 
O   wat  ye   wha's,fec. 

Without  my  fair,  not  a  the  charms, 
O  Farad ife  could  j-eild  mc  Joy; 
But  gie  me  Jeanie  in  my  arms. 


His  fetting  beam  neer  fhone  up<^)n. 
O  wat  ye   whaV,fec. 

If  angry  fate  is  {worn  my  foe. 
And  fuffeiing  I  am  doom'd  to  bear; 
I  carelefs  quit  aught  elfe  below, 
But,fpare  me  fpare  me  Jeanie  dear. 
O  wat  ye  wha's,fec. 

For  while  life's  deareft  hlooA  is  viiarm, 
Ae  thought  frae  her  fhall  ne'er  depart, 
And  fhe^as  fairtft  is  her  form. 
She  has  the  trueft  kindeft  heart. 
O  wat  ye   wha's^fec.  g^ 


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Will   ye    go   and   marrj  Katie. 


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Therefore  while  ye  re  blooming  Katie,  Mony  words  are  need  lefs,  Katie, 


Liften  to  a  loving  fwain; 
Tak  a  mark  by  auntie  Betty, 

Ance  the  darling  o   the  men: 
She,  wi   coy  and  fickle  nature, 

Triped  aff  till  fies  grown  auld. 
Now  fhes  left  by  ilka  creature; 

Let  Tia  this  o'  thee  be  tauld. 

But,  my  dear  and  lovely  Katie, 
This  ae  thing  I  hae  to  tell, 

I  could  "wifh  nae  man  to  get  ye, 
Save  it  were  my  very  fel, 

Tak  me,  Katie,  at  my  offer, 
Or  be-had,  and  PU  tak  you: 


Ye  re  a  wanter,  fae  am  I ; 
If  j-e  wad  a  man  fhould  get  ye. 

Then  I  can  that  want  fuppJy: 
Say  then,  Katie,  fay  ye'll  take  me. 

As  the  ver^'  wale  o'  men,  .3 

Never  after  to  forfake  me,  1 

And  the  Prieft   fhall  fay, Amen. 

Then,  O!  then,  my  charming  Katie, 
When  we  re  married  what  comes  them 

Then  nae  ither  man  can  get  ^e. 
But  je'll  be  my  very  «in: 

Then  we'll  kifs  and  clap  at  plealure,  ' 
Nor  wi'  env^'  troubled  be; 


We  a  mak  nae  din  about  your  tocher;  Jf  ance  I  had  my  lovely  treafure. 
Marry,  Katie,  then   *»e''i  woo.  Let  the  rtft  adtnire  and  die. 


Blne^  Bouuets 


473 


460 "^^       Wherefore    fiehirit^   art.    thou   i'hillis?  Has   thy  Prime   un  _ 


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_h<ad_<-c!     paft       ha  it    thou    iouiifj    liiat    beau*}  s    li   _  lies   Were  not 


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T30WERS  cclcftial,  whofe  protection     Make  the  galea  3  ou  waft  around  her, 

^        *~  "      "     "   '    ~  r."  •  Soft  and  peacefui  as  her  breaft; 

Breathing  in  the  bree/ethat  fans  her, 

SoQliiher  bofom  into  reft: 
Guari-liaa  angels, O  protect  her. 

When  in  diftant  lands  I  roam;    . 
To  rtairos  unknown  while  fate  exilen- 


Ever  guards  ;hf  virtuous   Fair. 
While  in  diltant  clirrts    I  wander, 

I.ct   \T,}    iVJar\    be  .\  our  care; 
Let  her  ionn  (u  fair  and  faultleis. 

Fair  a  lid  fault. 'els  as  3  our  own; 
Let.mv    Mar;  s   kindred  fpirit. 


Draw  \our  ciioiteft  iniluence  dow:i.        Make  h«r  ij^iioin  liill  raj'ixonie.^^me, 


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One   tad\-  whifperd   unto  another. 

The  broom  blooms  bonic,  the-  broom  blooms  fair; 
rad>    Margets   wi' child  to  Sir  Ricbird  her  brother. 

And  fhe  dare  na  gam  down  to  the  broom  nae  mair. 

O  when  that  ^ou  hear  my   loud    loud   cr^-. 

The  broom  blooms  &c. 
Then  bend  your  bow  and  let  J«ur  arrows  fl_)-, 

For  I  dare  na  gae  down  flc. 
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The  Ran  tin    Latldie. 


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fathers  kitchen    ntuk    and   Bifi-low    a     baftard     babie. 


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For  my  father  he   will   not   nit   o*vn» 

And  my  mother  fhe  neglects  ir.e. 
And  a'  n\  friends  hae  lightlyed  nit. 

And  their  fervants  they  do  flijt^ht    n-Cj 
But  had  I  a  fervant  at  my  command, 

A«  aft  times   I  ve  had  many* 
That  wad  rin  wi*  a   letter  to  bonie  Glienfwood, 

Wi'a  letter  to  my  rantin  laddie. 
Oh,  is  he  either  a  laird,  or  a  lord, 

Or  i«   he  but   a    cadir. 
Thai    \c  do  him  ca*  fac   afttn  hy  name, 

Your  bonie,  bonit-  rantin  l«ddie. 
Indeed   he  is  haith  a    iatrd  and   a   lord. 

And   he   never  was  a  cadie; 
But  he  IS  the  Karl  <>   bonie  A\>o}ti«, 

And' he  is   mv  rantjn  laddie. 
O  \  e'ae  get  a  fervant  at  _>onr  command. 

As  aft  times  ^*  ve  had   nian^-, 
Th;it  fall  ria   wi' a  Utter   to  bonie  Glenfwood, 

A  letter  to  your  rantin    laddie. 
When  lord  Abo_>Tie  did  the  letter  get, 

0  but  he  blinket  bonie; 

But  OT  he  had  read  three   lines  of  it, 

1  think  his  heart   was  forr^-, 
O   v\ha  is   daur  be  fae  bauld, 

Sue  cruelly  to  uft   jny   lafsie? 
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+    +     +     +    +    +    +     +    "«- 
Kor  h<r   father  he   will  not  her   knov*. 

And   her  mother  (he  docs  flight  her; 
And  a'  her  friends  hae  lightlied  her. 

And  their  fervants  the^-  neglect  her. 
Go  raife  to  me  my  five  hundred  men. 

Make   hafte  and  make  them   read;  ; 
With  a  n;ilkwh)tc  f((ed  under  evcr\    ar.e. 

For   ff)  bring  hame   my  l»<iy. 
As  the^'  cam  in   thro'  Buchan-  fhire, 

The\    were  a  company   bonie. 
With  a  gude  claymor  in  eveiy   hand. 

And  O,  but  they  fhind  b ariio. 


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The    Lafs    lh:>!     \vinn;»    fit    ilown 


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And  yet  fhe  is  a  charming  quine. 

She's  juft  oer  meikle  fpice 
Til  fee  the  dav  that  fhe' 11  be  mine. 

For   I'm   nae  ver^    nice. 
I   Loot  the  lafsie  tak'  her   will, 

An^-  ftand  upo   her  fhanks, 
Tie  rl;i\    ii!u^    come  whan  1  will  fpoi 

Ht  r  lH)nn>   faucy  pranks." 
Wj'  my  Tirr_y',  fee. 
f   I  lid   ii.v  head  upo'  ni\    loof, 

I  did   i;a'  r.;i'(:  a   ftrae, 
I   kind   iovv    vMcl  that  in  a  joof 

Sland    lang  ii.e  wad   na  fac. 
At  laft  H  bKthConie    lafs  did  crji  , 

C'on.e  Sand,    jj'<  n    a   i~;""ig. 
O   udA    meg  dorts    I'll  fanly  tv_\ 

Your  heart  ftrings  ior  to  twang. 
Wi'a  Tirry.fec. 


The  lafsies  pride  it  coud  na  laft, 

1   fang  wi'  meikle  glee. 
Until    at  laft  fhe  fairh    cafl» 

Upo'  iiK-  a  fhetps  te . 
A  hai  thinks  I,  my  bounie  lal.s. 

Hat  yt  laid  by  ^fjur  pride. 
1,  You  re  bonnier  now  than  eer  \0U  wuk. 

And  y^  fall  be  my  bride. 

Wi'  y'our  Tirrv,  fee. 
I   gae  the  laf»  a  levin' fquint. 

That  made  her  bliilh  fac  red, 
1   faw  fhe  fairly  took  the  hint, 

Whiidi  made  my  heart  fou  glad 
The  bonnie  lafs   is  a'  mine  ?.in: 

For  we  twa  d:d    agree. 
Now  ilka  niglit  fhe's  unno   iuiu. 

For  to  lie  doun  wi'  me. 
We'  her  Tirr\,fec. 


O    May    thy    morn. 
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And  here  8  to  them,  that,  like  oursel. 

Can  push  about  the  jorum; 
And    here's   to  them  that  wish  us-weel. 

May  a  that  s  gude  watch  o'er  them: 
And   here  s   to   them,  we  dare  na  tell, 

The  dearest  o'  the  quorum- 
And  here's  to  them,  v,e  dare  na  tell. 

The  dearest  o'  the  quorum. 


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Mj    Miunie    faj«    I   iriauaa, 


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4^j^-^*-^  Fu*  fain    wad    I    be    Jamie's    lass,   My   Minnie    tay»      I 


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manna.     ,   My    daddie  cursd,  my  minnie  grat.  And    T    wi'   Jamies 


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love    8ud    quat.  But  in   try    heart    1  11   tell   you    w-haf,  I     said    in 


The  Chei-ry  and  the  Slae. 

Tune, the  banks  of  Helicon. 


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flcho    seimt.  To     heir  her,  so    neir    her,  [     doutit   if    I    dreimt. 


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The  Cushat   crouds,  the  Corbie  crys. 
The  Coukow  couks,  the  prattling  Pyes, 

To  geek  hir  they  begin: 
The  Jargoun  of  the   jangling  Ja\-ts, 
The  craiking  Craws,  and  keckling  KayB, 

They  deavt   me  with  their  din. 
The  painted  Pawn   with  Argos  ejis. 

Can  on  his  May-ock  call. 
The  Turtle  wails  on   witherit  tries. 

An  Echo    answers  all, 

Repcting  with  greiting, 

How  fair  Narcissus  fell, 

B\-  lying  and  spying 

His  schadow  in   the  well. 

I  *aw  the  Hurcheon  and  the  Hare 
In  hidlings  hirpling  heir  and  thair. 

To  mak  thair  morning  mang: 
The  Con,  the  Cuning  and  the  Cat, 
Quhais  daintj'  downs' with  dew  were  wat. 

With  stif  nuistachis  strange. 
The  Hart,l|be  Hynd,  the  Dae,  the  Rae, 


The  Fulmert   arid  false  Fox; 
The  beardit  Buck  clam  up  the  bu^, 
With  birssy  Bairs  and  Brocks 
Sum  feiding,  sum  dreiding 
The  Hunters  subtile  snairs, 
With  skipping  and  tripping, 
They  playit  them  all  in  pi.irs. 

The  air  was  8obir,8aft  and  sweet, 
Nte  mi8f\-  vapours,  wind  nor  weit. 

But  qi!>"it,  calm  and  clear,  ' 

To   foster  Flora  fragrant  flowri- 
Quhairon  Apollos   pariimouris, 

Had  trinklit  mony  a  teir;^Bhvnd, 
The  quhilk  lyke  silver  schaikcrs  - 

Embroydering  Bewties  bed 
Quhairwith  their  heavy  heids  dtniynd, 

In  Mayis  coHouris  cled, 

Sum  knOping,  sum  droping,   • 

Of  balmy  liquor  sweit, 
.Excelling  and  smiliing 

Ihrow  I'hrbuB   haiisvim  h^il. 

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As    I   came    o  er  the  Cairnev  moant. 


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zd^^  'S    ^  As      I   came  oer  the  Cairney  mount, And  down  amang  the 


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Now  Phebus  blinkit  on  the  bent. 

And   o'er  the   know's  the  lamb*  were  bleating: 
But  he  wan  my  heart  s   consent. 

To  be  his  ain  at  the   neist   meeting. 

O  my  bonie  Highland   lad, 
My  winsome,  weoli'ar'd  Highland  laddie: 

VVha  wad  mind  the   wind  and  rain, 
Sae   weel  row'd   in  his  tartan  plaidie. 


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Bo  «   nie      lad _ die.     High  _  land     laddie,    His    royal  heart   was 


Trumpets  sound  and  cannons  roar, 

Bonie  lassie,  Lawland  lassie. 
And  a'  the  hills  wi'  echoes'  roar, 

fionie  Lawland  lassie 
Glory,  Honour, now  invite. 

Bonie   lassie,  Lawland  lassie. 
For  freedom  and  my  King  to  fight, 

Bonie    Lawland   lassie. 


The  sun  a  backward  course  shall  take 

Bonie  laddie, Highland  laddie. 
Ere  ought  thy  manl)'  courago  shake; 

Bonie,  Highland  laddie. 
Go;  for  ^t>ursfl  proi;:vfre  renown, 

Bonie  lad cJifc,  Highland  laddie, 
And  for  ^-our  lawful  king  his  crown, 

Bonie,  Highland  laddiel 


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Chronicle  of  the   heart. 

Tune  Gingling  Geordie. 


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This  kingdom  as  Authors    impartial  have  told. 
At  firft  was  elective,  bit  afterwards  sold. 
For  experience  will  shew  whoe'er  pleases  to  tr\. 
That  kingdoms  are  venal,  when  subjects  can  bin. 
Lovely  Peggy,  the  first  in  succession  and  name. 
Was  early  invested  with  honour  supreme. 
But  a  bold  son  of  Mars  grew  fond  of  her  form 
Swore  himself  into  grace  and  surpris'd  her  by  storm.     O  l.ove.'^i* 

Maria  succeeded  in  honour  and   place 
By  laughing  and   squeezing  and  song  and  grimace. 
But  her  favours  alasl  like  her  carriage,  were  free, 
Bestowd  on  the  whole  male  creation  but  me. 
Next  Margret  the  second  attempted  the  chace, 
Tho'  the  small  Pox  and  age  had  enamell'd  her  face. 
She  sustaincl  her  pretence,  sans   merite  and' sans    love. 
And  carried  her  point  by  a  Je  ^e  fai  fal  quoi.     O   I.ove,(<ic. 

The  heart  which  so  tameh'  acknowledged  her  swa^■ 
Still  suffer'd  in  silence,  and  kept  her  at  bay. 
Till  old  Time  at  last  so  much  meliow'd  her  charms. 
That  she  dropt  with  a  bree/.e  in  a  Liver3'-man6  arms. 
The  most  easy  conquest  Belinda  was  thine 
Obtaind  hy  the  musical  tinkle  of  coin 
But  she  more  enamour'd  of  sport   than  of  prey. 
Had  a  fish  in  her  hook  which  she  wanted  to  plajk .   O  L<jve,^c. 

Ifigh  hopes  were  her  baits;  but  if  truth  wei:e  confcBN'd, 
A  good  still  in  prospect  is  not  good  possessc); 
For  the  fool  found  too  late  he  had  taken  a  tartar 
Retreated  with  wounds  and  begg'd  stoutly  for  qu-irur. 
Uranea  came   next,  and  with  subtile  address, 
DiscQverd  no  open  attempts  to  possess; 
But  when  fairly  admitted,  of  conquest  secure. 
She  acknowledg*d  no  law,  but  her  will  and  her  pov^er.  O  f.ove,<^c. 

For  seven  tedious  years  to  get  rid  of  her  chain, 
All  force  provd  abortive  all  stratagem  vain, 
Till  a  _j-outh  with  much  fatness  and  gravity  bless 'd. 
Her  person  detained  by  a   lawful  arrest. 
To  a  reign  so  despotic  tho*  guiltless  of  blood. 
No  wonder  a  long  interregnum  ensud,    ^  . 
For  an  ass  tho' the  patientest  brute  ofthfe  plain. 
Once  saded  and  guild,  will  beware  of  the  rein.    0'Love,fcc. 

O  Nancy* dear   Nancy, tny  fate  l  deplore, 
No  magic  thy  beauty  and    \outh  can  restore. 
By  thee  had  this  cordial  dominion  been  swayd. 
Thou  hadst  then  been  a  queen,  but  art  now  an  old   maid. 
Now  the  kingdom  stands  doubtful  it  -self  to  surrender, 
ToChloe  the  sprightly  or  Celia  the  slender. 
But  if  once  it  were  out  of  this  pitiful  case. 
No   law, but  the  Salic  henceforth  shall  take  place. 
O   Love,  iVr. 


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Lassie,  Buy   thou  lo'es    me; 
Or  if  thou   wilt  na  be  my  ain. 
Say  na  thou'lt   refuse  me: 
If  it  winna,  canna  be^ 
Thou   for  thine   may  chuse  me. 
Let   me.  Lassie,  quickly  die. 
Trusting   that  thou   lo'es    me 
Lassie,  let  me  quickly  die. 
Trusting  that  thou  lo'es   me. 


Lovclv   Polly  Stewart. 

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Possess  a   leal  and  true   h«art- 
To  him   be  given,  to  ken  the  Ht--.ven, 

He  grasps  in   Poll\-  Stewart! 
O   loxclv.^c. 


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Our  auld  king  Coul  waa  a  jolly  ^uld  foul. 

And  a  jolly  auld  foul  was   he; 
Our  auld  king  Coul  fiU'd  a  jolly  brown  bowl, 

And  he  ca'd  for  his  pipers  three: 
Ha  didell,  ho  didcll,  quo*  the  pipers; 

Fidell,  didell,  f  Jdell,  didell,  quo*  the  fiddlers  three; 
There s  no  a  lafs  in  a'  Scotland 

Like  our  fweet   Marjorie, 

Our  auld  king  Coul   was   a  jolly  auld  foul. 

And  a  joll^-  auld  foul   was  he; 
Our  auld  king  Coul  filTd  a  jolly  brown  bowl 

And  he  ca'd   for  his  harpers  three: 
Twingle-twangle,  twingle-twangle,quD  the  harpers; 

Ha-didcll,ho  didell, quo*  the  pipers; 
Fidell  didell,  fideli-dideil, quo*  the  fiddlers  three; 

There's   no  a  lafs  in  a'  Scotland 
Like  our  fweet  Marjorie. 

Our  auld  king  Coul   was  a  jolly  auld  foul. 

And  a  jolJy  auld   foul   was  he; 
Our  auld  king  Coul  filTd  a  jolly  brown  bowl 

And  he  ca*d  for  his  trumpeters  three: 
Twara-rang,  twara-rang,  quo'  the  trumpeters; 

Twingle  twangle,  twingle-twangle, quo  the  harptrs; 
Ha  didel,  ho  didell,  quo'  the  pipers; 

Fidell-didell,  fidell- didell, quo  the  fiddlers  three; 
There  8  no  a  lafs   in  a  Scotland 

Like  our  fweet  Marjorie. 

Our  auld  king  Coul  was  a  jolly  auld  foul. 

And  a  jolK-  auld  foul  was  he; 
Our  auld  king  Coul  filTd  a  jolly  brown  bowl. 

And  he   cad  for  his  drummers  three: 
Rub  a  dub,  rub* -dub,  quo*  the  dnimmers; 

Twara-rang,  twara-rang,  quo'  the  trumpeters; 
Twingle-. twangle,  twingle -twangle, quo*  the  harpers; 

Ha -didell,  ho -didell,.  quo*  the  pipers; 
Fidell-didell,  fidell-didell,  quo'  the  fiddlers  three: 

There 8   no  a   lafs  in  a  Scotland 
Like  our  fweet  Marjorie. 


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Slic  had  iiae  r>iri  a  uiiJe  or   twa, 

V\h:(i>  she  began  to  consider, 
'l'l;e  ant^f  riii^'of  her  father  dear, 

'l\  (.  displeasing  o*  her  inithcr; 
The  j.li,!;hling  of  the  «illy  bruJtgrooiii 

'I  he   Mpei   warst  o'  the  three; 
Then  hey  play  up  the  riuawa'  bride, 

For  she   haH  taen  the  gee. 

Hir  father  and  h«  r  iiiither 

Han  after  her   v\i'  speed. 
And  av  they  ran  until   the_\'  came 

Lnto  the   water  of  Tweed; 
And  when  they  caiue  to  Kelso  town, 
■  .  Thcv  gart  the  clap  gae  thro' 
Then  he\,  &c. 


Saw  ^  e  a  lass  wi'  a  hood  and  a  mantle 
The  face  o't  lincl  up  wi*  blue; 

The  face  ot  Ini'd  I'p  wi'  blue, 
And  the  tail  lin'd  up  wi'  green, 

.Saw  v'e  a  lass  wi'  a  hood  and  a  mantle. 
Was  married  on  lyseday  teen. 
'I'hen  hfA, &c. 

N\m   wally  fu  fa'  the  silly  bridegroom. 

He  was  as   saft  as  butter; 
For  had  she  play'd  the  like  to  me, 

I  had  nae  sae  easily  quit  her; 
I'd  gi'cn  her  a  tune  o'  my  hobo^', 

And  set  my  fancy  free, 
And  syne  play'd  up  the  rinaway  bride. 

And  lutten  her  tak  the  gee. 


Baunocks   o'   bear  meal. 


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Wha  but  the  lads  wi'  the  bannocks  o   barlej  . 
Cho.  Bannocks  o,  fee. 


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Lang,  lang  Joys   been    a   ftranger  to   me;  Forfakeh  fa  friendlefs  mj' 


burden  \  bear.  And    the  fweet.  voice  o  pity  ne'er  founds  in  my  ear. 


I-ove,thou  haft  pleafures,  and  deep  hae  1   loved; 
Love  thou  haft  forrows,  and  fair  hae   I  proved: 
But  this  bruifed  heart  that  now  bleeds  in  my  breaft, 
1  can  feel  bj-  its  throbbings  will  foon  be  at  reft. 

O,  if  I   were,  where  happy  I  hae  been; 
Down  b;y-  yon  ftream  and  yon  bonie-caftle-green; 
For  there  he  is   wandring,  and  mufing  em  me, 
Wha  wad  foon  dry  the  tear  frae  his  Phillis's   ee. 

THere  was  a    filly  Shepherd   Swaiu. 


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He  looked  eaft,  he  lebked  weft. 

Then  gave  an  under-look. 
And  there  he  fjaied  a  lady  fair. 

Swimming  in  a  brook. 
And  there,&c. 

He  raisd  his  head  frae  his  green  bed, 

And  then  approachd  the  maid, 
Put  on  yourclaiths,  m^-  dear,  he  fays, 

And  be  ye  not  afraid. 
Put  on,&c. 

Tib  fitter  for  a  ladv  fair. 

To  few  her  filken  feam. 
Than  to  get  up  in  a  Ma^'  morning. 
And  ftrive  aeainft  the  ftream. 
Than  to  gtt,/tc. 

Ifyoull  not  touch  inv  mantle. 

And  let  my  claiths  alane; 
Then   I'll  give  you  as  much  mone^,* 

As  you  can  carry  hame. 
Then  ril,X£c. 

Ol  I'll  not  touch  )  our  mantle.  Oh!  I'll  caft  aff  my  hofe  and  fhoon, 
And  I'll  let  jour  claiths  alane;  And  let  my  feet  gae  bait- 

But  I'll  tak  you  out  of  the  clear  water,  And  gin  1  meet  a  bonr.\    lai«. 
My  dear,  to  be   my-  ain.  Hang  me,  it  her  I  fp;uo. 

But   I'll   tak,Xic.  And  gin    K&c. 


Hemounted  her  on  a  milk-wJntp  flpcd. 

Himfelf  upon  anither; 
And  all  along  the  way  they  rode. 

Like  fiftnr  and  like  brither. 
And  all  aIong,fec. 

When  fhe  came  (o  her  fathers  yafe. 

She  tirlfcd  at  the  pin; 
And  ready  ftood  the  porter  there, 

To  let  this  fair  maid  in. 
And  read/, fee. 

And  *\hen  the  gate  was  opened. 
So  nimbly's  fhe  whipt  in; 

Poughljou're  a  fool  without, fhe  fays, 
And  I'm  a  maid  within. 
Pough.  j-oure,fec. 

Then  fare  ye  well, my  modeft  boy, 
I  thank  3  ou  for  yont  care; 

But  had  you  done  what  you  fhould  do, 
I  neer  had  left  yo\x  there. 
But  had  you,&c. 


And  when  fhe  out  of  the  water  came. 

He  took  her  in  his  arms; 
Put  on  your  claiths,  m\  dear,  he  faye^ 

And  hide  thofe  Iovel\^  charms. 
Put  on  your,  fee. 


In  that  do  as  ynu  pleale,  fhe  f'^ys, 
But  _>  ou  Ihall  never  more 

Have  the  fame  opportunity; 
With  that  fhe  fliut  the  door. 
Have  thf  ,fec. 


There  is  a  gude  auld  prov^erb, 
I've  often  heard  it  told, 

He  that  would  not  when  he  might. 
He  fhould  not  when  he   would. 
He  that, fee. 


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Kind    Robin  luoes  me. 


Thfc^-  fpeak  of  napkins,  fpeak  of  rings. 
Speak  of  gloves  and  kifsing  ftrings. 
And  name  a  thoufand  bonnj-  things. 

And  ca'  them  figns  he  Ices  me. 
But  Icl  prefer  a  frnack  of  Rob, 
Sporting  on  the  velvet  fog. 
To  gifts  as  lang's  a  plaiden  wabb, 

Becaufe  1  ken  he  iooes  me. 


But  little  kens  (he  what  has  been. 
Me  and  my  honeft  Rob  between. 
And  in  his  wooing,  O  fo  keen. 

Kind  Hobin  is  that  Iooes  me. 
Then  fly  ye  laiy  hours  away. 
And  haften  on  the  happy  day      C"^*>'« 
When  join'd  our  hands  Mefs  John  fhall- 

And  mak  him  mine  that  Iooes  me. 


Hes  tali  and  foni^-,  frank  and  free, 
Lood  by  a'  and  dear  to  me, 
Wi*hiro  l<i  live,  wi' him  I'd  die, 

Btcaufe  my  Robin  Iooes  me. 
M>  titty  Mary  faid  to  me. 
Our  courtfhip  but  a  joke  wad  be. 
And  I,  or  lang,  be  made  to  fee. 

That  Robin  did  na  looe  me. 


Ti  U  then  let  every  chance  unite. 
To  weigh  our  love  and  fix  delight. 
And  ru  look  down  on  fuch  wi'fpite, 

Wha  doubt  that  Robin  Iooes  me. 
O  hey  Robin  quo*  fhe, 
O  hey  Robin  quo'  fhe,. 
O  hey  Robin  quo*  fhe. 

Kind  Robin  Iooes  me.  " 


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The    Horna   will  ferve  for  bread, 
B^'that  ye    will  fee   the    vertu 
Of  a    gude    fheep    head. 
We'll   a'    fup      &c. 

Some   will    lie    at  the   head. 
Some    will   lie    at    the    feet, 
John    Cuddie  will   lie   in  the  inidft. 
For,  he     woud   hae    a    the    heat. 
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though  niy.  back  be    at  the  wa.  Yet  heres  his  health  in    water. 


The  uiaid  gartl    to  the  Mill. 


4ftl    "V*      ^^*     maid's    gane  to    the   mill  by   night;  Hech  hey,  fa« 


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hey    fae    wan  _  ton     fhe.  She's        fworn       hy        moon       and 


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ftars   fae   bright,  That   fhe     wsid^   hasher     corn    ground.  That  Oie  wad 


Out  then  came  the  miller 8  man, 

Hech  hej-,  fae  wanton; 
Out    then  came  the  millers  man, 

Hech   he^,  fae   wantpn   he; 
He  fware  he'd  do  the  beft  he  can, 
For  to  get  her  corn  ground 
For  to  get  her  co' u  prouod 

Mill  and   multurt    fret. 

He  put  his  hand  about  her  neck, 

Hech   he\,  fae  wanton; 
He  put  his  hand  about  her   neck, 

Hech  he>-,  fae  wanton  he; 
He  dang  her  down  upon  a  fack. 
And  there  fhe  got  her  cprn  ground. 
And  there  fhe  got  her  corn  ground. 

Mill   and    multure   free. 

When  other  maids  gaed  out  to  play, 

Hech  he;)',  fae  wanton; 
When  other   uiaidfi  gaed  out   to  plJi)'- 

Hech  hev,  fae  wantonlie; 
She  fjgh'd  and  fobb'd,  and  wadnae  fla>-, 
Becaufe  fhed  got  her  corn  ground, 
Becaufe  fhed  got  her  corn  ground. 

Mill  and   multure  free. 


When  forty  weeks  v^tre  paft  ardgarc. 

Hech  he^-,  fae   wanton; 
Wlien  forty  weeks  wen' paft  andgaiie, 

Hech  hey,  fae   wantonlie; 
This  maiden  had  a  braw  lad  bairn, 
Becaufe  fhe'd  got  'htr  corn  ground, 
Becaufe  fhe'd  got  her  corn  guound. 

Mill  and  multure  free. 

Her   mither  bade  her  caft  it  out, 

Hech  hey,  fae  wanton; 
Her  mither  bade  her  caft  it  out, 

Hech  hey,  fae   wantonlie;  ■ 
It  was  the  millers  dufty  cloiit. 
For  getting  of  her  corn  ground. 
For  getting  oif  her  corn  ground. 

Mill  and  multure  free. 

Her  father  bade  her  keep  it  in, 

Hech  hey,  fae  wanton; 
Her  father  bade  her  keep  it  in, 

Hech  hey,  fae   wantonlie; 
It   was  th«    chief  of  a  her  'kin, 
Becault   llit'd  got  her  corn  groun.J 
Becaufe  ft-e'd  got  her  corn  ground 

Mill  and  multure  free. 


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tJp  and    fpak   an  eldern  knicht,  Late  late  yeftreen  I  faw  the  new  mooneJ 

Sat   at   the   king's  richt  kne:  Wi' the  auld  iroone  in  her  arme; 

Sir  Pjftrick  .J^pcncc  is  the  beft  failor.  And  I  feir,  I  feir,  my  deir  tnafter. 
That  fails    upon   the  fea.  That  we  wull  cum  to  harme. 

Tbe  King  has   written  a  braid  letter,  O  our  Scots  nobles  wer  richt  laith 
And  fignd  ft    wi'his  hand;  To  weet  their  cork-hei Id  fhoone; 

And  fcnt  it  to  Sir  Patrick  Spence,  Bot  lang  or  a  the  play  were  playd. 
Was  walking  on  the  land.  They  wat  thair  heads  aboone. 

The  firft  line  that  Sir  Patrick  red,  O  lang,  lang,  msy  thair  ladies  fit 
A  loud  lauch  lauched  he:  Wi' thair  fans  into  their  hand, 

Tlie  next  Ijne  that  Sir  Patrick  red,  Or  eir  they  fe  Sir  Ritrick  Spence 
The  teir  blinded  hiB  ee.  Cum  failing  to  the  land, 

O  quha  is  this  has  don  this  deid,  O  lang,  lang,  mxj-  thair  ladies  ftamd 
This  ill  deid  don  to   me;  Wi' thair  gold  keins  in  their  hair. 

To  fend  me  out  this  time  o' the  zeir^  Waiting  for  thair  ain  deir  lordee. 
To  fail  upon  the   fea?  For  they'll  fe  th&me  na  mair. 

Mak  hftfte,  mak  haOe.  iry  mirrj'men  all,  Haff  owre,  haff  owre  to  Aberdour, 
Our  guid  fchip  r;?ils  the  mome„  (ts  fjft«e  fadom  deip: 

O  fay  na  fae,  my  wiLfttr  dtir,  And  thair  lies  guid  Sir  Patrick  Spence, 

For   I   feir  a  dead'te  ftoripe.  Wi' the  Scots  loidesathis  feit. 


The  Wren,  or   Lennox's.   love  to    Blantyre 


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Tafte  o  this,  tafte  o   this ; 
Now,  maiden,  will  ye  tafte  o'  this? 

It  8  fuccar--(ap«  and   w^  he_0. 
Na,  neer  a  drap,  Robm, 

Robin,  Robin; 
Na,  neer  a  drap,  Robin, 

Gin  it   was  ne'er  fo  fine^O. 
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And'quhere's  the  ring  that  fgied^c. 

That  I  gied  /e,  that  I  gied  /ej 
And  quheres  the  ring  that  Igied/e, 

Ze  iittJe  cutty  quean _0. 
I  gied  it  till  a  foger, 

A  foger,  a  foger, 
I  gied  it  till  a  foger, 

A  jtynd.  fweet-ikeait  o'  m^  ne_0'. 


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Gnde  Wallace. 


Wkllace  Out  over  yon  river  he  lap. 

And  he  has   lighted  low  dowri  on  yon  plain. 
And  he   wfts   awar*  of  a  g&y  ladie, 

Ag  fhe  was  at  th©  well  waChing. 

What  tydins,  what  tjd ins,  fair  lad>',he  fays, 
VVhat  tydins   haft  thou  to  tell  unto  me 

What  tydins,  what  tydins,  fair  lady, he  fays. 
What  tydins  lia«  ;5ie  in  the  fouth  Countrie. 

Low  down  in  yon  wee  Oftler  houfc. 

There  iBN^teen  Engljfhnien, 
And  they  ar«  feekin  for  gude  Walltce, 

Its  him  to  tak*  and  him  to  hang. 

There  s  nocht  in  my  purfe,  quo  gude  Wallace, 
Ther«»  nochtf  not  even  a  bare  pennie. 

But  C  will  down  to  ynn  wee  Oftler  houfe 
T|:ir  fjyfteen  Engliftmento  fee. 


Continned. 

And   when  he  cam   to  _>on  wee  Oftler  houfe, 

He  bad  bendicite   be  there; 
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Where  was  ye  born,auld  crookit  Tarl, 
Where  was  ye  born  in   what  counfrie, 

I   am  a  true  Scot   born  and  bred, 

And  an  auld  crookit  carl  Juft  Tic  as  ye  fee. 

I  wad  gie   fifteen  fhillingsto  onie  crookit  carl. 

To  onie  crookit  carl  Juft  fie  as  ^  e, 

II  ^e  will  get  me  gude  Wallace,  ' 
For  he  is  the  man  I  wad   vcta'  fain  fee. 

.He  hit  the  proud  Captam  alatig  the  chaff t  blade, 
That  never  a  bit  o    meal  he   ate   mair; 

And   he  fticket  the  reft  at  the  t^ble  where  the\   fat, 
And  he  left  them  a  I) in  fprawlin  there. 

Get  up,  get  up,  gudewife,  he   fa>8. 

And  get  to  me  fome  dinner   in  hafte; 

For  it   will  foon  be  three  lang  da\  s 
Sin  I  a  bit  o'  meat  did  tafte. 

The  dinner    was  na   weel  readi^, 

Nor  was   it  on  the  table  fel. 
Till  other  fyfieen  Englifhmen 

Were  a'  lighted  about  the  yett. 

Come  out,  come  out,  now  gude  Wallace 
This  is  the  day  that  thou  maun  die; 

I  lippen  nae  fae  little  to  God,  he  fa>-s, 
Altho  I  be  but  ill  wordie. 

The  gudewife  had  an  auld  gudeman. 

By  gude  Wallace  he  ftiffly  ftood. 
Till  ten  o  the  fj-fteen,  Englifhmen, 

Before  the  door  lay  in  their  bludfe. 

The  other  five  to  the  greenwood  ran, 
And  he  hangol  thefe  five  upon  a>  grain. 

And  on  the  morti  wi'  his  mevry  men  a 
He  fat  at  dine  «n  Lochmaben  Sown. 


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Tbe    auld    man  s    mare  s    dead . 


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She  had  the  cleek8,-the  cauld,the  crooks.       The  auld  mans  &c  . 
The  Jawpifhand  the  wanton  yeuks. 
And  the  howks  aboon  her  ee 
The  auld  mans  ^c. 


My  M after  rade  me  to  the  town. 
He  ty'd  me  to  a  ftainoher  rouh<i; 
He  took  a  chappih  till  himfel^ 


The  auld  mans  mares  dead. 
The  poor  man's  mares  dead. 
The  peats  and   tours   and  a'  to   lead 
And  yet  the  Jad  did    die. 


Ine  Winter   ol    hte. 
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But  in}   white  pow-nae  kindl}-  thowe 

Shall  melt  the  fnaws  of   Agt ; 
M;,  trunk  of  ei'd,  but  bufs  or  beild, 

Sinks  in  Tiaies  wintry  rage. 
Oh,  Age  has  weary  6u}s', 

And  nights  o  fleeplefs  painl 
ThoTi  golden  tfvre  o  Youthfu' prime, 

VNhy  comes  thou  not  againl 


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ijood  morrow    fair   mistress. 


Fye  on  ye,  ill  woman,  the  bringer  o'  shame. 
The  abuser  o  love,  the  disgrace  o'  my  name; 
The  betrayer  o'  him  that  so  trusted  in  thee: 
But  this  is  the  last  time  my  face  ye  sail  sec. 

To  the  ground  shall  be  ra/ed  these  halls  and  these  bowers, 

Defil'd  by  your   lusts  and  your  wanton  amours: 

i'll  find  out  a  ladj^  of  higher  degree; 

And  this  is  the  last  time   my  face  ye  sail  gee. 

The  Haws   of  Cromdale. 


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Contjnned. 


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Etfvss  o'Cro;n.JaIe. 


town, When  to  the  highlands  I  w%s   bown,To  view  the 


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I      met  a  man  in  tartan  trews,  I   speerd  at  him  what  was  the  news,Quo 


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he.  The  highland  arnry-  rues, That  e'er  we  came   to   Cromdale, 


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We  were  in  bed, sir,  every  man.  The  Grants,  Macken7ie8,and  M'k)S, 

When  the  English  host  upon  us  came;  Soon  as  Montrose  theV  did  espj,, 

A  bloody  battle  then  began,  O  then  they  fought  most  vehement I3, 

Cpon  the  haws  of  Cromdale.  Upon  the  havisbf  Cromdale. 

The  English  horse  they  were  so  rude, 

The;^-  bath'd  their  hoofs  in  highland  blood,The  M?  Donalds  they  returnd  ag:.nri, 

But  our  brave  clans  they  bold  ly  stood ,  The  Camerons  did  their  standard  joi u , 


Upon  the  haws  of  Cromdale. 

But  alas  we  could  no  longer  stay, 
For  o  er  the  hills  we  came  away. 
And  sore  v*e  do  lament  thev»day 

That  eer  we  came  to  Crbmdale. 
Thus  the  great  Montrose  did  say. 
Can  you  direct  the  nearest  way. 
For  I  will  o'er  the  hills  this  day. 

And  view  the  haw*  of  Cromdale. 

Ala»,  my  lord, you're  not  so  strong. 
You  scarcely  have  two  thousand  men. 


M?  Intosh  pia>'cl  a  bonny  game. 
Upon  the  haw^  of  Cromdale. 
The  McGregors  faught  like  ht)nsb()l't, 
M?  Phersons,  none  could  them  cont  ro\  1  f , 
M?  Lauchlmg  faught  like  loj-al  souls, 
Upon  the  haws  of  Cromdale. 

(M?Lean»,M?  Dougals,and  M*:  N(  a  Is , 
So  boldly  as  they  took  the  field. 
And  made  their  enemies  to3i(Id, 
Upon  the  haws  of  Cromdale.^ 
The  Gordons  boldly  did  ad/anrc, 
ThtFra7iers(foufrht  with  sword  k.  laiu  e. 


And  there's  twenty  thousand  on  the  plain,  TheCJnihains  they  madt  thcirhcuds  to 


Stand  rank  and  file  on  Cromdale. 
"Thus  the  great  Montrose  did  saj , 
I  aay,  direct  the  nearest  way. 
For  I  will  o'er  the   hills  this  day. 

And  see  the  haws  of  Cromdale. 

The\-  were  at  dinner,  every  man, 


Upon  the  haws  of  Cromdale.  (-dance. 

The  iojal  Stewarts,  w^th  Montrose,  ' 
So  boldly  set  upon  their  foes. 
And  brought  them  down  with  highland  - 
Upon  the  haws  of  Cromdale.  |^blow.»^ 
Of  twenty  thousand  Crf>niwel{s  »ftfcn, 


When  great  Montrose  upon  ihem  came.    Five  hundred  went  to  Aberdeen, 
A  second  battle  then  bt^an.  The  rest  of  them  hts  on  the  pl,.in. 

Upon  the  haws  of  Crcmdale.  Upon  the  haws  ol  Cromil«|e. 


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No  Dominies   for  iiie.  liddie. 


489 


H't  r  '  ^ 


I       chancd       to       mtet     an       airy      bJade  A 


A  Fang  cravat  at  him  did  wag.  At  the  next  offer  hold  him  faft. 

And  buckles  at  his  knee,  laddie;  That  firft  makes  love  to  thee.laffie. 

Sa)  8  he.  My  heart,  hy  Cupid  8  dart, 
'   is  captivate  to  thee,  laffxe.  Then  I  returning  hame  again. 

And  coming  down  the  town, laddie, 
I'll  rather  chufe  to  thole -grim  death;    By  my  good  luck  I  chanc'd  to  meet 

So  ceafe  and  let  me  be,  laddie;  A  gentleman  dragoon,  laddie; 

For  what?  fays  he;  Good  troth,  faid  I, 

No  dominies  for  me,  laddie.  And  he  took  me  hy  baith  the  hands, 

,,    .       ,  Twas  help  in  time  of  need, laddie. 

Mmifters  ftipends  are  uncertain  rents     Fools  on  ceremonies  ftand. 

For  ladies  conjunct-fee,  iaddie;  At  twa  words  we  agreed, laddie. 

When  books  &  gowns  are  a'  cried  down. 

No  dominies  for  me,  iaddie.  He  led  me  to  his  quarter-iioufe, 

VVhere  we  exchange!  a  word,  laddie: 
Biit  for  3  our  fake  Til  fleece  the  flock.  We  had  nae  ufe  for  black  gowns  there 

Grow  ricli  as  1  grow  auld,laffie;  ""  ■    .  - 

If  fbe  fpar'd  I'll  be  a  laird. 
And  thou's  be  Madam  call'djlaffie. 


We  married  o'er  the  fword,  laddie. 


Martial  drums  is  mufic  fine, 

Compar'd  wi' tinkling  beJJs, laddie,' 

Gold, red  and  blue,  is  more  divine 
Than  black,  the  hue  of  hell,  Iaddie. 


Hi  if  what  if  _>e  ihor.'d  chance  to  die,^ 

leave  bairns,  ane  or  twa,  laddie.*" 
Nfatbmg  wad  be  referv'd  for  them 

But  hair  moui'd  books  to  gnaw,laddi€.King.s,queen8,andpi'inces,crave  the  aid 

Of  my  brave  ftout  drag'ion, laddie; 


At  this  he  an^r\    was,  I  wat 

He  gloom'dfc4<jokci  fu'hii^'h.laddre 

When  Jperceved  this  in  ha/te 
I  left  my  dominie,  faddie. 

Fare  ye  well,  my  charming  maid, 
'I  his  Ir  ffon  learn  of  me,  lafTife, 


While  dominies  are  much  employ  d,, 
'Bout  whor^t;  and  fack loth  gowns,  laddi 

Awa>-  wi  a  ihefe  whining  looas; 

They  look  like, Let  me  be, laddie: 
I  Ve  more  delight  in  roaring  guns; 

No  dominies,  for  me,  laddie. 


The  Tajlor. 


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The  flaes  they  flew  av^a  in  ctnds. 
And  them  that  fta\-*d  g»t  fearfn.'  thuds. 
The  Taylor  provd  a  man  O. 

Cho.    For  now  it   was   the  gioamin. 

The  gIoaniin,thc  gloamin, 

K)r  now  it   was  the  gloaiom. 

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Biit  I'll  lyc  down  and  tak  a  Nap  before  that  I  gae  in  

Sitting  at  the  Dj'kej,fide,  and  taking  at  her  Nap, 
Bj>- « ame  a  mierchant  wi'  a  little  Pack 
Wr  a  little  pack, quo' fhe,  wi'  a  little  pack, 
Br  came  a  merchant  wi' a  little  pack. 

Hos  clippit  a  h^r  Gawden  locks  fae  bonnie  and  fae  lang; 
He's  ta  en  fcer  piirfe&aber  placks,  and  faft  away  did  gang. 
And  when  the  wiffic  waken'd  her  head  was  like  a"  bee 
Ohl  quoth  the  v\ce   wiffekie  this  is  nae   me. 
This  is   nae  ine,  quoth  fhe,  this  i#(  nae   me, 
Somebody  has  been  felling  me,  and  this  is   nae  me. 


Lontintiedo  ' 

I  met  with  kindly  company,  and  btrl'd  my  Babee; 
And  ftill,if  this  be  Befsikie,  three  placks  remain  with  me 
^ut  I  will  look  the  Purfie  nooks,  fee  gin  the  Cun/ie  be  _ 
There's  neither  Purfe  nor  Plack  about  me,  _  this  is  nae  ire 
This  is  nae  me,  quoth  (he,  this  is   nae  me 
Some-body  has  been  felling  me,  and  this  is  nae   me. 

But  I  have  a  little  houftkie,  but  and  a  kindly  man; 
A  Dog,  they  call  him  Doulsekie,  if  this  be  me  he'll  faun. 
And  Johnnie,  he'll  come  to  the  door  and  kindiv  weljcoiue  gie. 
And  a'  the  Bairns  on  the  floor  will  dance  if  this  be   .^e. 
This  is  nae   me,  quoth  fhe,  this  is  nae   me 
Some 'body  has  been  felling  me  and  this  is  nae  me. 

The  night  was  late  and  dang  Out  weet,  and  oh  but  it  was  dark. 
The  Doijgie  heard  a  bodie*s  foot,  and  he  began  to  bnrk. 
Oh  when   fte  heard  the  Doggie  bark  and  kenning  it  was  he. 
Oh   well  ken  ye  Douftie,  quoth  file,  this  is   nae   me. 
This  is   nae  me,  quoth  (he,  thi«  is  nae  me. 
Some -body  has  been  felling  me  and  this  is  nae  me. 

When  Johnnie  heard  his  Befsies  word,  faft  to  the  door  he  tan 

Is  that  you  Befsikie.    Wow  via  Man  

Be  kind  to  the  RairnSi  and   well  mat  ye  be.  _^ 
And  farewell  Johnnie,  fji'och  fhc,  this  is   nae  me, 
Thi«  is   nae  me,  quoth  ihe,  this  is  nae  me 
Some-body  has  been  felling  me,  and  this   is  nae  me, 

John  ran  to  the  Minifter,  his  hair  ftood   a'  on  end, 
I've  gotten  fuch  a  fright  Sir,  I'll  ne'er  be  well  again 
My  wife's  come  hame  without  a  fet^d,  crjing  out  moft  piteoufly, 
Oh^  Farewell  Johnnie   quoth  fhe,  this  is  nae  me. 
This  is  nae  met  quoth  fhe,  this  Is  nae  me 
Some -body  has  been  felling  me,  and  this  is  nae   me. 

The  tale  yo'f.  till.  The  Parfbn  faid,is  wonderful  to  me. 
How  that  a  wife  without  a  head  could  fpeak.or  hear,  or  fee! 
But  things  that  tappen  hereabout  fo  ftrangely  alterd  be 
That  1  could  almoft  wixtx  Befsie  fa^y  that  this  is  nae  me, 
This  is  nae  me  quoth  £he,  this  is   nae   me 
Wow  na.    Johnnie  faid,  'tis  neither  you  nor   me. 

Now  Johnnie  he  came  hame  again,  and  ohi  but  he  was  fain 
To  fee  his  Little  Befsikie  come  to  herfelf  again 
He  got  her  fitting  on  a  ftool  with  Tibbek  on  her  knee 
Oh  come  awa  Johnnie,  quoth  fhe,  come  awa  to  nie 
For  I've  got  a-Nap  ^ith  Tibbekie  and  this   is   now  me 
This  is  now  me, quoth '{lie,  t|^i«  is   now  me.  ___ 
I  ve  got  a  Nap  with  Tibbekic  and  this  is  now  me. 


508 


Tfcere  grows  a   bonie   brier   bafh  8Cc. 


bu-l^-     bu-fy    cour  .  ting    in       our     kail    ^-ard 


We'll  court  nae  mair  below  the  bufs  in  our  kail  yard. 
We'll  court  nae  luaj-  below  the  bufs  in  our  kail  jt'd. 
We'll  awa  to  Atho!e*8  green,  and  there  we'xl  no  be  fee».r 
Whare  the  trees  an^^  the  branches  will  be  our  fafe  guare. 

Will  ye   go  to  the  dancin  in  Carl>  le  s  ha, 

^11  ye  go  to  the  dancin  in  Carlj  le'«  ha'; 

Whare  Sand>  and  Nancy  I'm  fure  will  ding  them   •'? 

I  wtnna  gang  to  the  dance  in  Carlyle-ha. 

What  will  I  do  for  a   lad,  when  Sandy  gangs  awa? 
What  will  t  do  for  a    lad,  when  Sandy  gangs  awa? 
1   will  awa  to  Edinburgh  and  win  a  pennie  fee. 
And  fee  an  onie  bonis  lad  'Hill  fancy  me. 

He's  comfn  frae  the  North  thats  to  fancy  me, 
He's  com  in  frae  the   North  that*  to  fancy  me, 
A  feather  in  his  bonnet  and  a  ribbon  at  his  knee. 
He's  a  bonie,  bonie  laddie  and  ^ttn  be  he. 


Could   aue;ht    of  Sonjn;. 
Written   for  this  W\)rk  by  Robert  Burns. 


'509 


493'^   "^     ^^'"^'^   ^^S^^  ^^  fong  declare   ray  pains.  Could  artful 

4 


Then  let  the  fudden  burfting  Hgh 

The  heart-felt  pan^  difcover; 
And  in  the  keen,3et  tender  e)«, 

O  read  th  imploring  lover. 
For  well   I   know  thy  gentle  mind 

Difdains  art  n  ga\'  difguifing; 
Be_jond   what  Fancy  ee-r  refind 

The    voice  of   Nat\iie  pri/int:. 


B 


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494 


Ol  dear   what  can   the  .matter   be. 


A,Hrr\^  J  r  -^J  iiJ.  iJ'  i  J 


Oldear  what  can  the  matter  be     O.       whftt  can     the 


^P 


ITT- 


,.jr,  i. 


^ 


,^^-M^ .  I J  J  r  J  J  M  >  r  J'  J  J'ii 


^ 


**     it  J.  J, 
ter,be  Johnnj*B 


matter  be    clearl    what  can  the  matter 


$ 


fae  iang  at  .the 


^m 


M.::> . 


SErac 


Jr;  /  i  J;ii^ 


3^F^ 


P 


^-* 


*^         fair.  ■     He  prom'sd  he'd  buj-  me  a    fairing  fiiould  pleafe  me  and 


'   'I    f  ' 


v'l.r'^'B^i  r' 


m 


JjjiJ'  J  J'  J  jjiJ ;  J' 


then»for  a  kiCs  Oi  he  vowc^^he  would  tea/e  ni«  h«     promised    heVi 


ths.  J.    J.; I  J.      J.  I  r= 


/^^^^^— a^^ 


f;  J  J  jij;i'hf^^ 


¥=« 


*-'        bring  me  •  bunch  of  blue  ribbons  to  tie  up  my  bonny  brown  hair 


J-     l'|-'ll 


"^"i^    f    I    f       ^ 


Oi  dear  .what  can  the  matter  be 

Dear!  dear!  what  can  the  matter  be 

Oi  dear  what  can  the  matter  be 
'  Johnny*  fae  Iang  at  the  fair. 
He  promis  d  to  buy  me  a  pair  of  fleeve  buttons 
A  pair  of  new  garters  that  coft  him  but  two  pence 
He  promisd  he'd  bring  me  a  bunch  of  blue  ribbons 

To  t)^  up  my  bonny  brown  hair, 

ol  dear  what  can  the  matter  be 

Dear!  dear!  what  can  the  matter  be 

Ol  dear  what  can  the  matter  be 

Johnnys  .fae  Iang  at  the  fair. 
He  promise!  he*d  bring  me  a  baOcet  of  poHes 
A  garland  of  lilies    a  garland  of  rofes 
A  little  ftraw  hat  to  fet  off  the  blue  ribbons 

To  tj"©  up  my  bonn^'  brown  hair. 


Il 


611 


Here s  to  thy  health  my  bonie  lafis. 
Written  {oJ  this  Work  by  Rob!  Burns.  Tune.toggan  burn 


B 


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if=^=f^ 


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:t 


? 


with«.out    thee:      I 


E 


t=fc 


pretty-    pink.    But     I    can    live    with«.out   thee:     I       Vo*^   and 


P 


^^ 


*^  fwear,  I  dinna    care.  How    lang   ^e    look    a»'bout    ye. 


ste^ 


J    C'lti' 


Thou  rt  ay  fae  free  informing 

Thou  haft  nae  tnind  to  marry. 
I'll  be  as  .free  informing  thee, 

Nae  time  hae  I  to  tarry. 
1  ken  thy  friends  try  ilka  means 

Frae  wedlock  to  delay  thee; 
Depending  on  fome  higher  chance, 

But  fortune  may-  betray  thee. 

I  ken  thej-  fcorn  my  low  eftate, 
But  that  does  never  grieve  me; 

For  I  m  as  free  as  any  he, 
Sma  filler  will  reiieve  me. 


(tb, 
i'll  fcount  my  health  ny- greateft  weal- 

Sae  lang  as  I'll  enjoy  it: 

ni  fear  nae  fcant,  I'll  bode  nae  want, 

As  langs  I  get  employ Tnent. 

But  far  off  fowls  hae  feathers  fair. 
And  a\'  until    ye  try  them:. 

Tho'  they  feem  fair,  ftill  have  a  care, 
The^   ma\-  prove  aa  bad  as  I  am. 

But  at  twel  at  night,when  the  moonfiiiney 
Mv  dear,ril  come&(ee  thte;(^bnght. 

For  the  man  that  loves  his  miftrefeweel, 

Nae  travel  makes  him  wear>'.     _, 
■^       B 


Sl'i 


Jenoys  Bawbie. 


aTj         ^»       »L_.^        '    -        I L_J        li*-.       I U-J         


^Or^    -^    *         ^"*^     *'    *^**  ^'^'"    '^■^    Jenny   had.  My   jenny    had,   my 


I  J       J     I' 


l-ively 


ii=^=F 


^\h  ;■  ^ij-j^r 


nv   tad    And 


/     y      k 


Jenny   Ead    And    a    that   eer     my    Jenny    had     was    ae    baw.bie. 


M 


^ 


^ 


/3|J^    ;■    J'lJ]  J   J^lj^   J.   i\m 


Iheres    3our   plack,  and    my  plack.  And  your  plack     and       in^ 


P-'  I  r     !  m 


i 


^ 


^ 


J  i'l'Q  ^  J'lO  ^  p  J  j^^ 


plack.  And    my   plack  and    your   plack.  And     Jennys    baw_  bie. 


^ 


^m 


^ 


Chorus 


And     a    that  eer     my  Jenny    hac^,  My  Jenny  had,ni3-  Jenn\-  had;  And 


ijijt  ■  ■  n 


^ 


i 


i 


:** 


^^ 


^  I  .     —  ■»  »   ■•■■  I ;- 


K=P 


a     that    eer     iry     Jcnn\-     had,    Was        ae      baw>  ^  bi«. 


m 


^ 


We'll  put  it  a  in  the  pint-ftoup, 
Ihe  pint-ftoup,  the  pint-ftoup, 
We'Jl  put  it  in  the  pint-ftoup. 
And  birle't  a'  three. 

And  a'  that  e'ef,  &c. 


It    was    a    fot    our   rightfa    kin£^. 


497 


r—-r 


ill    L  ^ 


^^ 


^^ 


==t3 


left     fair    Scot_  lands       ftrand;  It         was      a         for        oir 


iX  j    J    f  i^_i  rif  •  r^s;^^ 


right  _  fu      king,  We        eer     faw     l_rifh       land     my    dear,    Hp 


^  ^  Cr'r  rcffl=Fg=^^^ 


^^fe^ 


er       faw        I  _  _  rifh 


land. 


f— r  J  :-j:-i4^ 


^3 


Now  a'  is   done  that  men  can  do.  The  foger  frae  the  wars  returns, 
And  a'  is  done,  in  vain:  The  failor  frt,e  the  main, 

M\    Love  and  NTative  Land  fareweel.  But  i  hae  parted  frae  my  Lovt;, 
For  1  maun  crofs  the  main,  my  dear.         Never  to  meet  again,  iTj>fr  d^-ar^ 
For    I   maun, fee.  Never  to  meet,&c. 

He  turn'd  him  right  and  round  about.  When  day  is  gane,and  nig^ht  is  eonip, 
Cpori  the  Irifh  fhore.  And  a'  folk  bound  to  f\^e\i; 

And  gae  his  bridle  reins  a  fhake,  I  think  on  him  that  s  far  awa. 

With,  adieu  for  evermore,  my  dear.  The  lee-lang  night<*£  vvt>e(-yMyf5ear, 

With,  adieu, fee.  The  lee-lanfif, Aic. 


<6i4 


The  Highland    widows    i;"»rnt. 


k  was  aa-  fae  in  the  Higiiiand  Jiills,  I    was  the  happieft  of  a  tlie  Clan, 

Orhon,Ochon,Ochriei  Sair,  fair  may  I  repine; 

Nae  Monian  in  the  Country  wide  For  Donald  was  the  braweft  man. 

Sue   hnytpy  was   as   me.  And  Donald  he   was   mitje. 

For  then   I   h;id   a  fcore  o'  kye, 

Orhon,  ^c. 
Feeding  on  yon  hill  fae  high, 

And  giving   milk  to  me. 


Till  Charlie  Stewart  cam  at  laft, 

Sae  ^ar  to  fet  us  free; 
My  Donald's  arm  was  wanted  then     | 

For  Scotland  and   for  me. 


And   there  1  had  three  fcore  o'  >  owes,  Their  waefu  fate  what  need  I  <ell, 
Ochon,  fee.  Rigtt  to  the  wrang  did  yield; 

Skij^^ping  on  ypn  bonie  knowes,  My  Donald  and  his  Country  fell. 

And  cafting  woo  to  me.  tJpon  Culloden  field. 

Ochon,  O.  Donald,  Ohl 

Ochon,  Ochon,  Ochriel 
Nae   woman  in   the  warld    wide, 

Sae   wretched   now  as    me. 


6i6 


Gloomy   December. 
Written  for  this  Work  bv    Robert  Burns, 


i^P^ 


farewell  for  e__¥er.  Anguifh  un-mingl'd  and   a_go-ny       pure 


a 


^^^ 


Wild  as  the   winter  now  tearing  the  foreft. 

Till  the  laft   leaf  o'  the  fuminer  is  flown. 
Such  is  the  teirpeft  has  fhaken  my  bofom. 

Till  my  laff  hope   and  laft  comfort  is   gone: 
Still  as   I  hail,  thee,  thou  gloomy  December, 

Still  fhall  1   hail  thee  wi'forrow  and  care; 
For  fad   was  the  parting  thou   makes   me  remember. 

Parting   wTNanc}-,  Oh,  ne'er  to   njeet   mair. 


6\e 


Evan   Banks.  '1'r<rtir^  Ic: 

Written  for  this  Work  b\    Robert    Burns.   /;  ,^  ^]IjJ\ 


OOO  ^    ^         Slo»v    fpreads   Xhf^  gloom    my  foul  defires.The  fun  from 


I?\dias    fhore  retires,' To  E.  van -banks,  with  temp' rate    ray,  Homt 


»'    ,-K 


^ 


leads  tile   daj .       Ohl    banks   to      me       for 


t-f-^-^-^ 


And  Die,  in  fimple  beauty  dreft.  What  fecret  charm  to  mem'ry  brings, 

VVhcfe  image  lives  within  ray  breaft;  All  that  on  Evan's  border  fprings. 

Who  trembling  heard  my  parting  figh.  Sweet  bankslye  bloom  b\-  Marys  fide 

And  long  purfued  me  with  her  ej-ej  Bleft  ftreami  fhe  views  thee  hafte  toCl)# 
D(jcs  Oie  With -heart  unchanged  as  mine, 

Oft  in  the  vocal  bowers  recline?  Can  all  the  wealth  of  India's  coaft 

Or  v\here  ^yon  grot  oerhangs  the  tide.  Alone  for  years  m  abfence  loft.'' 

Mufe  while  the  Evan  feeks  the  Clyde?  Return,  je  moments  of  delight, 

With  richer  treafures  blefs  my  [i^{.\ 

Ye  loffi'  banks  that  Evan  bound!  Swift  from  this  defart  let  me  part. 

Ye  laviih  woods  that  wave  around.  And  fly  to  meet  a  kindred  heart! 
And  o'er  the  ftream  ^  our  (hadows  throw,Nor  more  may  aught  my  fteps  divide 

Which  fweeti_>  winds  fo  far  below;  From  that  dear  ftream  which  flows  to Clyd' 

End  of  Volume  Fifth.  b 


ILLUSTRATIONS 


LYRIC  POETRY  AND  MUSIC 


SCOTLAND. 


PART  V. 


CCCCI. 
THE  LOVELY  LASS  OF  INVERNESS. 

This  song,  with  the  exception  of  the  first  half  stanza, 
which  is  old,  was  written  by  Burns  on  purpose  for  the  Mu- 
seum ;  the  air  is  the  composition  of  Oswald.  It  was  pub- 
hshed  in  his  Caledonian  Pocket  Companion,  book  i.  page  9- 
under  the  title  of  "  The  Lovely  Lass  of  Inverness,"  with  an 
asterisk  in  the  index,  a  mark  which  he  annexed  to  such  tunes 
as  were  originally  composed  by  himself. 

Cromek  observes,  "  That  Burns's  most  successful  imitation 
of  the  old  style  seems  to  be  in  these  verses,  entitled  "  The 
Lovely  Lass  of  Inverness."  He  took  up  the  idea  from  the 
first  half  verse,  which  is  all  that  remains  of  the  old  words, 
and  this  prompted  the  feelings  and  tone  of  the  time  he  wish- 
ed to  commemorate.  That  he  passed  some  of  these  as  the 
popular  currency  of  other  years  is  well  known,  though  only 
discovered  from  the  variations  which  his  papers  contain.  He 
scattered  these  samples,  to  be  picked  up  by  inquisitive  criti- 
cism, that  he  might  listen  to  its  remarks,  and,  perhaps,  se- 
cretly enjoy  the  admiration  which  they  excited." — See  Select 
Scottish  Songs,  Ancient  and  Modern,  edited  hy  R.  H.  Cromek^ 
vol.  a.  p.  129. 


362 

ccccli. 

A  RED,  RED  ROSE. 

Tunc,  "  Major  Graham's  Strathspey." 
This  song,  beginning  "  O,  my  luve's  like  a  red,  red  rose," 
was  written  by  Burns,  and  sent  to  Johnson  for  the  Museum. 
The  original  manuscript  is  now  before  me.  Burns,  in  a  note 
annexed  to  the  verses,  says,  "  The  tune  of  this  song  is  in 
Neil  Gow's  first  Collection,  and  is  there  called  Major 
Graham.     It  is  to  be  found  on  page  6  of  that  Collection. 

Mr  Clarke,  after  arranging  the  words  of  the  song  to  the 
tune  of  Major  Graham,  observes,  in  a  note  written  upon  the 
music  paper,  that  "  once  through  the  tune  takes  in  all  the 
words,  except  the  last  four  lines,  so  that  more  must  be  added, 
or  these  left  out."  But  this  eminent  musician  might  easily 
have  made  the  words  suit  the  melody,  without  adding  or 
taking  away  one  line,  by  either  repeating  both  strains  of  the 
tune,  or  by  singing  each  strain  only  once  over.  This  was 
evidently  the  poefs  intention ;  but  Mr  Clarke  has  made  the 
second  strain  twice  the  length  of  the  first,  and  this  has  occa- 
sioned the  seeming  deficiency. 

CCCCIII. 
OUSet—Rmi,  RED  ROSE. 
This  song  contains  the  same  words  which  Burns  had  in- 
tended for  the  tune  of  "  Major  Graham,"  above  mentioned, 
including  the  four  lines  left  out  in  Song  No  402,  from  the 
mistake  which  Mr  Clarke  had  fallen  into  in  arranging  the 
melody.  The  verses  are  here  adapted  to  a  very  old  and 
plaintive  air,  entitled  "  Mary  Queen  of  Scots." — See  the  fol- 
lowing song. 

cccciv. 
MARY  QUEEN  OF  SCOTS'  LAMENT. 
This  charming  and  pathetic  ballad,  beginning  "  Now  na- 
ture hangs  her  mantle  green,"  was  written  by  Burns  on  pur- 
pose for  the  Museum.  It  is  unquestionably  one  of  the  finest 
compositions  of  our  immortal  bard.  With  matchless  skill,  he 
has  pourtrayed  the  situation  and  feelings  of  this  beautiful 


CCCCIV. MARY  QUEEN  OF  SCOTS'  LAMENT.  363 

but  unfortunate  queen,  languishing  in  a  miserable  dungeon, 
without  a  ray  of  worldly  hope  to  cheer  her  afflicted  soul. 
Can  any  thing  be  finer  than  the  concluding  lines,  in  allusion 
to  her  son,  James  VI.  and  the  prospect  of  her  own  dissolu- 
tion ? 

My  son  !  my  son !  may  kinder  stars 

Upon  thy  fortune  shine ; 

And  may  those  pleasures  gild  thy  reign^ 

That  ne'er  wad  blink  on  mine. 

God  keep  thee  frae  thy  mother's  faes. 
Or  turn  their  hearts  to  thee  ; 
And  where  thou  meet'st  thy  mother's  friend^ 
Remember  him  for  me. 

O  !  soon,  to  me,  may  summer-suns 
Nae  mair  light  up  the  morn  ! 
Nae  mair,  to  mv,.  the  autumn-winds 
Wave  o'er  the  yellow  corn  ! 

And  in  the  narrow  house  of  death. 
Let  winter  round  me  rave ; 
And  the  next  flowers  that  deck  the  spring. 
Bloom  on  my  peaceful  grave. 

The  verses  are  adapted  to  the  ancient  air,  entitled  "  Mary 
Queen  of  Scots'  Lament,"  which  Burns  communicated  to  the 
Editor  of  the  Museum,  alongst  with  the  ballad.  It  consists 
of  one  simple  plaintive  strain,  ending  on  the  fifth  of  the  key, 
and  has  every  appearance  of  being  one  of  our  earliest  tunes. 

ccccv. 
A  LASSIE  ALL  ALONE  . 
The  words  of  this  song,  beginning  "  As  I  stood  by  yon 
roofless  tower,"  were  written  by  Burns  for  the  Museum. 
They  are  adapted  to  a  tune,  called  "  Cumnock  Psalms,'' 
which  was  also  communicated  by  the  bard.  The  original 
manuscript  is  before  me ;  but  Burns  afterwards  made  se- 
veral alterations  on  the  song,  in  which  the  chorus  was  struck 
out  and  the  title  entirely  changed.  It  is  here  reprinted,  with 
his  last  corrections. 

A  VISION. 
As  I  stood  by  yon  roofless  tower. 
Where  the  wa'-flower  scents  the  dewy  air. 
Where  the  howlet  mourns  in  her  ivy  bower. 
And  tells  the  midnight  moon  her  care. 


364  CCCCV. — A  LASSIE  ALL  ALOME. 

The  winds  were  laid,  the  air  was  stilly 
The  stars  they  shot  alang  the  sky ; 
The  fox  was  howling  on  the  hill. 
And  the  distant-echoing  glens  reply. 

The  stream,  adown  its  hazelly  path. 
Was  rushing  by  the  ruin'd  wa's. 
Hasting  to  join  the  sweeping  Nith, 
Whase  distant  roaring  swells  and  fa's. 

The  cauld  blue  north  was  streaming  forth 
Her  lights,  wi'  hissing  eerie  din ; 
Athort  the  lift  they  start  and  shift. 
Like  fortune's  favours,  tint  as  win. 

By  heedless  chance  I  turn'd  mine  eyes. 
And  by  the  moon-beam  shook  to  see, 
A  stern  and  stalwart  ghaist  arise, 
Attir'd  as  minstrels  wont  to  be. 

Had  I  a  statue  been  o'  stane. 
His  darin'  look  had  daunted  me ; 
And  on  his  bonnet  grav'd  was  plain. 
The  sacred  posy — Liberty  ! 

And  frae  his  harp  sic  strains  did  flow. 
Might  rous'd  the  slumb'ring  dead  to  hear  ; 
But,  oh  !  it  was  a  tale  of  woe. 
As  ever  met  a  Briton's  ear ! 

He  sang  wi'  joy  the  former  day. 
He,  weeping,  wail'd  his  latter  times  ; 
But  what  he  said,  it  was  nae  play, 
I  winna  ventur't  in  my  rhymes. 

Dr  Currie  informs  us,  that  "  The  scenery  so  finely  des- 
cribed is  taken  from  nature.  The  poet  is  supposed  to  be 
musing  by  night  on  the  banks  of  the  river  Cluden  or  Clou- 
den,  and  by  the  ruins  of  Lincluden- Abbey,  founded  in  the 
twelfth  century,  in  the  reign  of  Malcolm  IV.,  of  whose  pre- 
sent situation  the  reader  may  find  some  account  in  Pennant's 
Tour  in  Scotland,  or  Grose's  Antiquities  of  that  part  of  the 
island.  Such  a  time  and  such  a  place  are  well  fitted  for 
holding  converse  with  aerial  beings.  Though  this  poem  has 
a  political  bias,  yet  it  may  be  presumed,  that  no  reader  of 
taste,  whatever  his  opinions  may  be,  would  forgive  its  being 
omitted.  Our  poet's  prudence  suppressed  the  song  of  Liber- 
tie,  perhaps  fortunately  for  his  reputation.     It  may  be  ques- 


CCCCV.— A  LASSIE  ALL  ALONE.  365 

tioned  whether,  even  in  the  researches  of  his  genius,  a  strain 
of  poetry  could  have  been  found  worthy  of  the  grandeur  and 
solemnity  of  this  preparation. — Burns'  Works,  'vol.  iv. 

ccccvi. 
THE  WREN'S  NEST. 

This  nursery  song,  beginning  '<  The  Robin  cam  to  the 
Wren's  nest,"  appears  to  be  a  parody  of  some  foolish  old 
verses  of  a  similar  song,  preserved  in  Herd's  Collection,  vol. 
ii.,  entitled  "  The  Wren  scho  lyes  in  Care's  Bed,"  or  "  Len- 
nox's Love  to  Blantyre."  The  reader  will  Ukewise  find  the 
song  alluded  to  in  the  fifth  volume  of  the  Museum,  with  its 
original  tune,  page  497. 

Mr  Clarke  has  thp.  following  note  on  his  manuscript  of  the 
words  and  music.  "  The  tune  is  only  a  bad  set  of  <  John- 
ny's Gray  Breeks.'  I  took  it  down  from  Mrs  Burns'  singing. 
There  are  more  words,  I  believe.  You  must  apply  to  Burns." 
But  Johnson  has  written  below  Mr  Clarke's  observation 
*'  there  are  no  more  words." 

ceccvii. 

PEGGY  IN  DEVOTION. 
The  words  inserted  in  the  Museum  to  this  tune,  beginnino- 
«  Sweet  nymph  of  my  devotion,"  are  by  an  anonymous  hand. 
The  old  verses,  beginning 

Peggy  in  devotion. 
Bred  from  tender  years^ 
From  my  loving  motion. 
Still  was  called  to  prayers — 

may  be  seen  in  Playford's  Pills,  first  edition  of  volume  ii. 
printed  at  London  in  1700.  They  are  there  adapted  to  the 
same  tune  inserted  in  the  Museum,  entitled  "  The  Scotch 
Parson's  Daughter."  The  old  song,  however,  is  only  a 
pseudo-Scottish  production.  It  is  likewise  both  indelicate 
and  profane. 

CCCCVIII. 
JAMIE  C  THE  GLEN. 

This  humorous  old  song,  beginning  "  Auld  Rob,  the 
laird  o'  muckle  land,"  has  long  been  a  favourite  in  the  south 


CCCCVIII. — JAMIE  0'  THE  CLEN. 


of  Scotland,  where  the  Editor  has  heard  it  sung  from  his 
earliest  infancy ;  but  neither  the  author  of  the  words  nor  the 
composer  of  the  tune  are  known.  There  is  a  striking  coin- 
cidence in  several  bars  of  this  old  air  and  the  tune  called 
**  O'er  the  Muir  amang  the  Heather." 

ccccix. 
0'  GIN  YE  WERE  DEAD,  GUDEMAN. 
This  ancient  tune  originally  consisted  of  one  strain.  The 
second  part  was  taken  from  one  of  Oswald's  variations  of  the 
original  melody,  printed  in  the  fourth  volume  of  his  Pocket 
Companion.  The  following  is  a  correct  set  of  the  original 
melody,  from  a  very  old  manuscript  in  the  Editor's  posses- 
sion. 

I  WISH  THAT  YE  WERE  DEAD,  GUDEMAN. 


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This  tune  must  have  been  quite  common  in  Scotland  long 
before  1549  ;  for  it  is  one  of  the  airs  to  which  the  Reformers 
sung  one  of  their  spiritual  hymns,  beginning 

Till  our  gudeman,  till  our  gudeman, 
Keip  faith  and  love  till  our  gudeman  ; 
For  our  gudeman  in  heuen  does  reigne 
In  gloir  and  bliss  without  ending. 

The  foolish  old  verses  of  the  profane  sang  as  it  was  called, 
are  annexed. 

CHORUS. 

I  luish  that  you  were  dead,  goodjnan, 

And  a  green  sod  on  your  head,  goodman. 

That  I  might  ware  my  widoxuhead 

Upon  a  rantin  Highlandman. 
There's  sax  eggs  in  the  panj  goodman^ 
There's  sax  eggs  in  the  pan,  goodman  ; 
There's  ane  to  you,  and  twa  to  me. 
And  three  to  our  John  Highlandman. 
/  wish,  &c. 


CCCCIX. O  GIN  YE  WERE  DEAD,  GUDEMAN.  367 

There's  beef  into  the  pat,  goodman, 
There's  beef  into  the  pat,  goodman  ; 
The  banes  for  you,  and  the  broo'  for  me. 
And  the  beef  for  our  John  Highlandman. 

/  wish,  &c. 
There's  sax  horse  in  the  stud,  goodmanj 
There's  sax  horse  in  the  stud,  goodman  ; 
There's  ane  to  yon,  and  twa  to  me. 
And  three  to  our  John  Highlandman. 

/  wish,  &c. 
There's  sax  kye  in  the  byre,  goodman. 
There's  sax  kye  in  the  byre,  goodman, 
There's  nane  to  you,  and  twa  to  me. 
And  the  lave  to  our  John  Highlandman. 

/  luish,  &c. 

Upon  comparing  the  old  verses  with  the  manuscript  of 
this  song,  which  Burns  transmitted  to  Johnson  in  his  own 
hand-writing,  the  present  Editor  observes,  that  our  poet 
has  made  some  verbal  alterations,  and  omitted  three  stanzas 
of  the  original  words ;  but,  in  their  stead,  he  has  added  eight 
lines  of  his  own. 

ccccx. 
MY  WIFE  HAS  TAEN  THE  GEE. 

The  author  of  this  humorous  and  delightful  song  is  un- 
known. It  is  neither  to  be  found  in  the  Tea-Table  Miscel- 
lany of  1724,  nor  in  Yair's  Collection  of  1749.  It  appears 
in  Herd's  Songs,  printed  in  1769.  The  song  therefore  was 
probably  written  between  the  years  1749  and  1769. 

The  verses  have  been  adapted  to  different  airs.  The  tune 
in  the  Museum  was  communicated  by  Burns,  and  answers 
the  words  extremely  well,  but  it  is  evidently  borrowed  from 
"  Merry  may  the  Maid  be  that  marries  the  MHIer." — See 
the  Museum,  vol.  ii.  song  123.  In  Ritson's  Scottish  Songs, 
the  words  are  set  to  a  still  more  modern  and  a  very  indiffer- 
ent air.  In  Gow's  Fifth  Collection  of  Reels  and  Strathspeys, 
page  32,  is  an  air  called  "  My  Wife  she's  taen  the  Gee,"  said 
to  be  old,  and  communicated  by  the  late  Alexander  Gibson 
Hunter,  of  Blackness,  Writer  to  the  Signet,  Edinburgh. 
The  first  strain  of  this  tune  precisely  fits  the  words  of  the 


368  CCCCX. MY  WIFE  HAS  TAEN  THE  GEE. 

song,  and  it  may  have  been  the  genuine  air  to  which  the 
verses  were  originally  sung. 

The  following  anecdote  relative  to  this  song  was  related 
to  the  Editor,  by  a  Field  Officer  of  the  Bombay  establishment. 
Several  years  ago,  some  British  Officers  had  the  misfortune 
to  fall  into  the  hands  of  Tippoo  Saib,  who  threw  them  into 
a  dungeon  in  Seringapatam,  where  they  were  treated  with 
great  severity.     Towards  the  approach  of  the  then  ensuing 
Christmas,  they  resolved  to  save  a  little  out  of  the  small  pit- 
tance allowed  for  their  support,  in  order  to  celebrate  that 
natal  day.     With  the  fruits   of  their  economy,    they  were 
accordingly  enabled  to  purchase  some  liquor ;  and  after  their 
Christmas  dinner,  the  glass,  the  toast,  and  the  song,  went 
cheerfully  round.     One  of  the  officers,  a  Scotchman,  when 
called  upon  for  a  song,  favoured  his  messmates  with   "  My 
Wife  has  taen  the  Gee."     Next  morning,  Tippoo,  as  usual, 
inquired  at  the  officer  on  guard,  how  the  prisoners  had  con- 
ducted themselves  over  night  ?     "  They  were  very  merry, 
and  sung  several  of  their  national  songs,"  was  the  answer. 
*'  Did  you  understand  the  import  of  any  of  them  ?"     Only 
one.  Sire,  and  it  Avas  all  in  praise  of  Ghee"     (This  is  the 
name  of  a  clarified  oil,  made  from  buffalo-milk,  and  greatly 
relished  by  the  Asiatics.)     "  Have  they  ever  had  any  ghee 
to  their  rice  T""   asked  Tippoo.     "  No,  never,"  replied  the 
officer.     "  Then,"  said  Tippoo,  "  let  them  henceforth  have  a 
suitable  allowance  of  it  daily."     Accordingly,  from  that  pe- 
riod until  they  obtained  their  liberty,  these  officers  were  re- 
gularly supplied  with  plenty  of  ghee,  and  their  sufferings  in 
other  respects  were  considerably  mitigated, 
ccccxi. 

TAM  LIN. 

This  romantic  ballad  or  tale,  beginning  "  O,  I  forbid  you 
maidens  a' "  is  of  unquestionable  antiquity.  It  has  been  a 
favourite  on  the  borders  of  Scotland  time  out  of  memory.-— 
The  tale  of  the  young  Tamlane  is  mentioned  in  Vedder- 
burn's  Complaynt  of  Scotland,  printed  at  St  Andrews    in 


CCCCXI. TAM  LIN.  369 

1549.  The  air,  to  which  the  words  are  uniformly  chanted, 
had  probably  been  used  in  former  ages  as  a  dancing  tune, 
for  the  Dance  of  Thorn  ofLynn^  which  seems  a  variation  of 
Tarn  Lin,  is  noticed  in  the  same  work. 

The  ballad  is  likewise  quoted  in  a  Christmas  or  Yule 
Medley,  inserted  in  Wode's  manuscript  of  the  Psalms  of 
David,  set  to  music,  (the  bass  part)  with  the  following  doc- 
quet.  "  Set  in  IIII  partes  be  an  honorable  man ;  David 
Peables,  I,  S.  Noted  and  wreattin  by  me  Thomas  Wode, 
1.  December,  a.  d.  1566."  This  part  of  a  curious  and 
unique  musical  work,  now  lying  before  me,  is  at  present 
(1820)  the  property  of  William  Blackwood,  Esq.  bookseller 
in  Edinburgh.  The  sopi-ano  part  of  the  same  work,  written 
by  the  same  person,  belonging  to  the  College  Library  of 
Edinburgh,  has  likewise  been  sent  to  the  Editor  for  perusal, 
through  the  kindness  of  Principal  Baird  and  Dr  Duncan, 
junior.  The  reader  is  here  presented  with  a  few  lines  of 
this  curious  old  medley. 

"  I  saw  three  ladies  fair 

Singing,  hey  and  how,  upon  yon  green  land-a; 

I  saw  three  marinells 

Sing,  row  rinn  below,  upon  yon  sea  strand-a. 

As  they  begoud  their  notts  to  toone. 

The  pyper's  drone  was  out  of  toone. 

Sing,  Jollie  Robin  ;   sing.  Young  Thomlin. 

Be  mirrie,  be  mirrie,  be  mirrie,  be  mirrie. 

And  twice  so  mirrie  with  the  light  of  the  moon; 

Hey,  hey,  downe  a  downe ;  hey,  downe  a  downe-a." 

Sir  W.  Scott,  in  his  "  Minstrelsy  of  the  Border,"  ob- 
serves, that,  like  every  popular  subject,  the  tale  of  Tam  Lin 
seems  to  have  been  frequently  parodied  as  a  burlesque  bal- 
lad, beginning  "  Tom  o""  the  Lin  was  a  Scotsman  born,"  is 
still  well  known  ;  and  that  he  had  seen  it  alluded  to  in  ano- 
ther ancient  manuscript  in  the  possession  of  John  Graham 
Dalyell,  Esq.  advocate,  Edinburgh. 

A  fragment  of  this  ballad,  under  the  title  of  "  Kerton 
HaV  or  "  the  Fairy  Court,"  is  in  Herd's  Collection.  It 
begins — 


370  '  CCCCXI.— TAM  LIN. 

She's  prickt  hersell,  and  prin'd  hersel. 

By  the  ae  light  o'  the  moon. 

And  she's  aw  a  to  Kertonha' 

As  fast  as  she  can  gang. 

"  What  gars  ye  pu'  the  rose,  Jenny  ? 

What  gars  ye  break  the  tree  ? 

What  gars  ye  gang  to  Kertonha' 

Without  the  leave  of  me  ?" 

"  Yes,  I  will  pu'  the  rose,  Thomas, 

And  I  will  break  the  tree. 

For  Kertonha'  shou'd  be  my  ain. 

Nor  ask  I  leave  of  thee." 

&c.         &c.         &c. 

Kertonha'  is  a  corruption  of  the  name  of  Carte^augh 
near  Selkirk.  The  ballad  in  the  Museum,  as  well  as  the 
original  air,  were  communicated  by  Burns,  in  his  own  hand- 
writing, to  the  editor  of  that  work.  This  copy,  with  some 
alterations,  was  afterwards  reprinted  in  the  Tales  of  Wonder. 

Sir  W.  Scott,  in  his  Minstrelsy  of  the  Border^  has 
likewise  favoured  the  public  with  another  edition  of  the  bal- 
lad, under  the  title  of  "  The  Young  Tamlane  ;"  to  which  he 
has  prefixed  a  long  and  ingenious  essay  on  the  fairies  of  po- 
pular superstition.  Many  of  the  stanzas  in  Sir  W.  Scott's 
version,  however,  if  not  by  himself,  are  evidently  the  work 
of  a  modern  hand.  The  language  itself  betrays  the  era  of 
the  writer. 

The  scene  of  the  ballad  of  Tam  Lin  is  laid  in  Selkirk- 
shire. Carterhaugh  is  a  plain  at  the  conflux  of  the  Ettrick 
and  Yarrow,  about  a  mile  above  Selkirk.  Sir  W.  Scott  says, 
"  The  peasants  point  out,  upon  the  plain,  those  electrical 
rings,  which  vulgar  credulity  supposes  to  be  the  traces  of 
the  fairy  revels.  Here,  they  say,  were  placed  the  stands  of 
milk  and  of  water,  in  which  Tamlane  was  dipped,  in  order 
to  effect  his  disenchantment ;  and  upon  these  spots,  accord- 
ing to  their  mode  of  expressing  themselves,  the  grass  will 
never  grow.  Miles  Cross,  (perhaps  a  corruption  of  Mary''s 
Cross)  where  fair  Janet  waited  the  arrival  of  the  fairy  train, 
is  said  to  have  stood  near  the  Duke  of  Buccleuch's  seat 
of  Bowhill,  about  half  a  mile  from  Carterhaugh." — Min- 
strelsy of  the  Border,  vol.  ii.  p.  178. 


871 


CCCCXII. 
HERE'S  A  HEALTH  TO  THEM  THAT'S  AW  A. 
The  words  and  air  of  this  song  were  communicated  by 
Burns  ;  but  neither  of  them  are  genuine.  The  words  con- 
sist of  a  verse  of  a  Jacobite  song,  with  verbal  alterations  by 
Burns  himself.  The  tune  has  half  a  bar  in  the  first  strain 
more  than  it  should  have  ;  and  Johnson,  to  mend  the  matter, 
has  marked  the  time  |  in  place  off.  A  correct  copy  of  the 
words  and  music  is  annexed. 

HERE'S  A  HEALTH  TO  HIM  THAT'S  AWAY. 


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Here's  a  health  to  him  that's  away. 

Here's  to  him,  that  luas  here  yestreen, 

But  durst  nae  abide  till  day. 
O  let  him  be  swung  on  a  tree^ 
O  let  Mm  be  swung  on  a  tree, 
Wha  winna  drink  to  the  lad  that's  gane. 
Can  ne'er  be  the  man  for  me. 

Here's  a  health  to  him  that's  away, 
Here's  a  health  to  him  that's  away. 
Here's  to  him  that  ivas  here  yestreen. 
But  durst  nae  abide  till  day. 

It's  good  to  be  merry  and  wise  ; 

It's  good  to  be  honest  and  true  ; 
It's  good  to  be  afF  wi'  the  auld  king. 

Afore  we  be  on  wi'  the  new. 

Burns  left  the  following  unfinished  parody  of  the  above 
song,  which  was  found  among  his  papers  after  his  decease. 

Here's  a  health  to  them  that's  awa. 

Here's  a  health  to  them  that's  awa  ; 

And  wha  winna  wish  gude  luck  to  our  cause. 

May  never  gu  de-luck  be  their  fa'. 

It's  gude  to  be  merry  and  wise. 

It's  gude  to  be  honest  and  true ; 

It's  gude  to  support  Caledonia's  cause. 

And  abide  by  the  buff  and  the  blue. 

Here's  a  health  to  them  that's  awa. 

Here's  a  health  to  them  that's  awa ; 

Here's  a  health  to  Charhe,*  the  chief  o'  the  clan, 

Altho'  that  his  band  be  sma'. 

May  liberty  meet  wi'  success  ! 

May  prudence  protect  her  frae  evil ! 

May  tyrants  and  tyranny  tine  in  the  mist. 

And  wander  their  way  to  the  devil  ! 


*  The  Right  Honourable  Charles  James  Fox. 


CCCCXII. HERE'S  A  HEALTH  TO  THEM  THAT's  AWA.    373 

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  ! 

Here's  freedom  to  him  that  wad  read. 

Here's  freedom  to  him  that  wad  write ! 

There's  nane  ever  fear'd  that  the  truth  should  be  heard, 

But  they  wham  the  truth  wad  indite. 

Here's  a  health  to  them  that's  awa. 

Here's  a  health  to  them  that's  awa  ; 

Here's  Chieftan  M'Leod,t  a  chieftan  worth  gowd, 

Tho'  bred  amang  mountains  o'  snaw. 

CCCCXIII, 
AULD  LANGSYNE; 

Burns  communicated  this  old  fragment,  with  the  third  and 
fourth  verses  written  by  himself,  to  the  publisher  of  the 
Museum.  Johnson  accordingly  marked  it  with  the  letter  Z, 
which  was  usually  put  to  old  songs  with  additions  or  altera- 
tions, in  that  work. 

In  a  letter  which  Burns  addressed  to  Mrs  Dunlop,  dated 
December,  1788,  he  says,  "  Apropos  is  not  the  Scotch 
phrase  Auld  Langsyne  exceedingly  expressive.  There  is  an 
old  song  and  tune  which  has  often  thrilled  through  my  soul. 
You  know  I  am  an  enthusiast  in  old  Scotch  songs.  I  shall 
give  you  the  verses  on  the  other  sheet,  as  I  suppose  Mr  Ker 
will  save  you  the  postage.  (Here  follow  the  verses,  as  printed 
in  the  Museum,  vol.  v.)  Light  be  the  turf  on  the  breast 
of  the  heaven-inspired  poet  who  composed  this  glorious 
fragment !  There  is  more  of  the  fire  of  native  genius  in  it 
than  half-a-dozen  of  modern  English  Bacchanalians.  Now 
I  am  on  my  Hobby-horse,  I  cannot  help  inserting  two  other 
old  stanzas,  which  please  me  mightily."  Here  follows  the 
song,  beginning  Go  fitch  to  me  a  pint  o'  wine^  which  is  in- 
serted in  the  Museum,  vol.  iii.  page  240.  Burns,  however, 
in  his  Reliques,  afterwards  admits  that  the  whole  of  this  song, 


*  Lord  Thomas  Erskine.  i-  M'Leod  of  that  ilk. 


874  ceccxiii. — auld  langsyne. 

called  "  The  Silver  Tassie/'  excepting  the  first  four  lines, 
was  his  own. 

In  the  Reliques,  published  by  Cromek,  Burns  has  the  fol- 
lowing remark  :  "  Ramsay,  as  usual  with  him,  has  taken 
the  idea  of  Auld  Langsyne  from  the  old  fragment,  which  may 
be  seen  in  the  Museum,  vol.  v/'  And,  in  a  letter  to  Mr  Thom- 
son, dated  September,  1793,  he  says,  "  One  song  more,  and 
I  am  done — Auld  Langsyne.  The  air  is  but  mediocre ;  but 
the  following  song,  the  old  song  of  the  olden  times,  and 
which  has  never  been  in  print,  nor  even  in  manuscript,  until 
I  took  it  down  from  an  old  man's  singing,  is  enough  to  re- 
commend any  air." 

Mr  Cromek  justly  observes,  that  Burns  sometimes  wrote 
poems  in  the  old  ballad  style,  which,  for  reasons  best  known 
to  himself,  he  gave  the  public  as  songs  of  the  olden  time. 
"Auld Langsyne — Go  fetch  tome  aPint  o'  Wine — The  lovely 
Lass  of  Inverness" — are  all  proofs  of  this  fact.  He  admitted 
to  Johnson,  that  thi'ee  of  the  stanzas  of  Langsyne  only  were 
old,  the  other  two  being  written  by  himself.  These  three 
stanzas  relate  to  the  cup,  the  pint  stoup,  and  a  gude  willie- 
waught.  Those  two  introduced  by  Burns,  have  only  rela- 
tion to  the  innocent  amusements  of  youth,  contrasted  with 
the  cares  and  troubles  of  maturer  age.  Burns  brushed  up 
many  of  the  old  lyrics  of  Caledonia  in  a  similar  manner,  and 
several  of  them  certainly  required  the  pruning-hook  to  ren- 
der them  even  tolerable  to  the  present  generation.  Ramsay 
did  the  same  thing,  and  it  was  this  that  offended  Ritson,  the 
antiquary.  "  Burns,'""  says  he,  ''  as  good  a  poet  as  Ramsay,  is, 
it  must  be  regretted,  an  equally  licentious  and  unfaithful 
publisher  of  the  performances  of  others.  Many  of  the  ori- 
ginal, old,  ancient,  genuine  songs,  inserted  in  Johnson's  Scots 
Musical  Museum,  derive  not  a  little  of  their  merit  from  pass- 
ing through  the  hand  of  this  very  ingenious  critic." — Histori- 
cal Essay  on  Scottish  Song. 

With  regard  to  the  tune  to  which  the  verses  are  adapted 
in  Johnson's  Museum,  it  is  the  original  air  of  "  Auld  Lang- 


CCCCXIII.— AULD  LANGSY^JE. 


375 


syne,"  preserved  in  the  Orpheus  Caledonius  of  1T25,  and 
other  old  collections.  As  Burns  had  mentioned  that  the 
old  tune  was  but  mediocre,  Mr  Thomson  got  the  words  ar- 
ranged to  an  air  introduced  by  Shield  in  his  overture  to  the 
opera  of  Rosina,  written  by  Mr  Brooks,  and  acted  at  Covent- 
Garden  in  1783.  It  is  the  last  movement  of  that  overture, 
and  in  imitation  of  a  Scottish  bagpipe-tune,  in  which  the 
oboe  is  substituted  for  the  chanter,  and  the  bassoon  for  the 
drone.  Mr  Shield,  however,  borrowed  this  air,  almost  note 
for  note,  from  the  third  and  fourth  strains  of  the  Scottish 
strathspey  in  Cumming's  Collection,  under  the  title  of  "  The 
Miller's  Wedding."  In  Gow's  First  Collection,  it  is  called 
*'  The  Miller's  Daughter ;"  but  the  strathspey  itself  is  mo- 
delled from  the  Lowland  melody  of  "I  fee'd  a  Lad  at  Michael- 
mas-'"— See  Notes  on  Song  No  394.  Gow  also  introduced 
the  air,  as  slightly  altered  by  Shield,  in  his  Collection  of 
Reels,  &c.  book  i.  and  gave  it  the  name  of  "  Sir  Alex- 
ander Don's  Strathspey,"  in  compliment  to  his  friend,  the 
late  Baronet  of  Newton-don,  in  the  county  of  Roxburgh, 
who  was  both  a  good  violin-player,  and  a  steady  patron]of  the 
musical  art. 

As  the  latter  air  has,  in  a  great  measure,  supplanted  the 
proper  tune  of  "  Auld  Langsyne,"  it  is  here  annexed. 

AULD  LANGSYNE. 

An  old  Scotch  drinking  Song,  with  additions  by  Burns. 
Time — "  I  fee'd  a  lad  at  Michaelmas." 


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tzza: 


■9—r-i — -< 


Should  auld  acqualntanc6  be  forgot.  And  ne-ver  brought  to 


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■■    1           i 

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^B^g^j^fe^: 


mind?  Should  avild  acquaintance  be  forgot.  And  days  o'  lang- 


1^; : p J zzz — =_.: 

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2-  E 


376 


CCCCXIIK-w-AULD  LANdSYNE. 


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tzi*:: 


/      syne.     For  auld  langejiie,  my  dear.  For  auld  langsyne,  We'll 


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tak  a  cup  o'  kindness  yet.  For  auld  langsyne. 


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And  surely  you'll  be  your  pint-stowp  ! 

And  surely  I'll  be  mine  ! 
And  we'll  tak  a  cup  o'  kindness  yet. 
For  auld  lang  syne. 
For  auld,  S^c. 
We  twa  hue  run  about  the  bi-aes, 

And  pu'd  the  gowans  fine  ; 
Sut  we've  wander  d  mony  a  lueary  foot 
Since  auld  lang  syne. 
For  aidd,  S^c. 
We  twa  has  paidl'd  in  the  burn 
From  morning  sun  till  dine  ; 
But  seas  between  us  braid  hae  row'd 
Since  auld  lang  syne. 
For  aidd,  S^c, 

And  there's  a  hand  my  trusty  frere. 

And  gie's  a  hand  of  thine. 
We'll  tak  a  right  gude-willy  waught. 
For  auld  lang  syne. 

For  auld  lang  syne,  my  dear. 

For  auld  lang  syne  ; 
We'U  tak  a  cup  o'  kindness  yet. 
For  auld  lang  syne. 

This  song  has  been  very  happily  arranged  as  a  glee,  for 
four  voices,  by  Mr  William  Knyvett,  of  London. 

ccccxiv. 

LOUIS,  WHAT  RECK  I  BY  THEE  ? 
Burns,  in  the  Reliques,  says,  "  These  words  are  mine." 
He  likewise  communicated  the  fine  old  air  to  which  the  verses 


CCCCXIV.— LOUIS,  WHAT  HECK  I  BY  TIIEE  ?  377 

are  adapted.     This  is  another  production  of  our  bard  in 
praise  of  his  "  Jean,"'  afterwards  Mrs  Burns. 

ccccxv. 
HAD  I  THE  WYTE?  SHE  BAD  ME. 
This  old  song  partpok  too  freely  of  the  broad  humour  of 
the  former  age  to  obtain  admission  into  the  Museum,  until 
Burns  pruned  it  of  some  of  its  luxuriances.  The  old  verses 
omitted  are  perhaps  still  too  well  known.  The  tune  was  ori- 
ginally called  "  Come  kiss  wi'  me,  come  clap  wi'  me,"  and 
consisted  of  one  strain,  viz.  the  first.  The  reader  will  find  it 
in  its  native  simplicity  in  the  Orpheus  Caledonius,  as  well  as 
in  a  former  part  of  this  work.  See  Notes  on  Song  No  351. 
The  second  strain  is  added  in  Oswald's  Caledonian  Pocket 
Companion,  book  vii,  page  20,  and  the  tune  is  there  entitled 
"  Had  I  the  wyte  she  bad  me." 

ccccxvi. 

THE  AULD  MAN  HE  CAM  OVER  THE  LEA. 

The  words  and  music  of  this  song  were  communicated  by 
Burns  as  an  ancient  fragment,  for  the  Museum.  It  is  an 
humorous  parody  of  the  old  song,  entitled  "  The  Carl  he  cam 
o'er  Craft."     The  tune  is  said  to  be  very  old. 

ccccxvii. 
COMIN  THRO'  THE  RYE.—lst  Set. 
This  song  was  written  by  Burns.     The  air  is  taken  from 
the  third  and  fourth  strains  of  the  strathspey  called  "  The 
Miller's  Daughter."     See  Gow's  First  Collection. 

CCCCXVIII. 
COMIN  THRO'  THE  RYE — 2d  Set. 
The  words  and  music  of  this  song,  beginning  "  Gin  a 
body  meet  a  body,"  are  parodied  from  the  first  set,  which  was 
published  as  a  single  sheet  song  before  it  was  copied  into  the 
Museum.  Mr  John  Watlen,  musician  and  music-seller,  for- 
merly in  Edinburgh,  now  in  London,  afterwards  altered  the 
first  strain  of  the  former  tune  a  little,  and  published  it  with 
the  new  words.     His  edition  had  a  considerable  run. 


378 


CCCCXIX. 
THE  DUKE  OF  GORDON  HAS  THREE  DAUGHTERS. 

"  There  is  a  song,"  says  Burns,  "  apparently  as  ancient 
as  the  Ewe-hughts  Marion^''  which  sings  to  the  same  tune, 
and  is  evidently  of  the  North.  It  begins,  "  The  Lord  o'  Gor- 
don had  three  daughters." — Rellques-  The  words  of  the 
ballad  are  no  doubt  sometimes  sung  to  the  air  of  Ezve-hughts 
Marion,  in  the  south  of  Scotland  ;  but  it  is  owing  to  their 
ignorance  of  the  original  air  to  which  the  ballad  is  uniformly 
sung  in  the  North.  Mr  Clarke  took  down  the  air  as  it  was 
chanted  by  a  lady  of  his  acquaintance,  and  thus  restored  the 
ballad  to  its  original  tune.  The  words  and  music  first  ap- 
peared together  in  print  in  the  Museum.  Ritson  has  insert- 
ed the  ballad  in  his  Collection  of  Scottish  Songs ;  but,  as  he 
did  not  know  the  tune,  he  has  left  a  blank  space  for  the  music 
in  his  work. 

Alexander,  third  Earl  of  Huntly,  was  succeeded,  in  1523, 
by  his  grandson  Alexander,  Lord  Gordon,  who  actually  had 
three  daughters.  I.  Lady  Elizabeth,  the  eldest,  married  to 
John,  Earl  of  Athol.  11.  Lady  Margaret,  married  to  John, 
Lord  Forbes.  III.  Lady  Jean,  the  youngest,  married  Jirst 
to  James,  Earl  of  Bothwell,  from  whom  she  was  divorced  in 
1568  ;  she  married,  secondly,  Alexander,  Earl  of  Sutherland, 
who  died  in  1594;  and  surviving  him,  she  married,  thirdly. 
Captain  Alexander  Ogilvie,  son  and  successor  of  Sir  Walter 
Ogilvie  of  Boyne,  who  died  in  1 606  without  issue. 

The  first  Hne  of  the  ballad,  as  quoted  by  Burns,  is  evi- 
dently more  correct  than  that  inserted  in  the  Museum  or  in 
Ritson's  Collection,  for  the  dukedom  of  Gordon  was  not 
created  till  the  year  1684.  Johnson  has  omitted  eighteen 
verses  of  the  ballad  for  want  of  room,  but  the  reader  will  find 
the  whole  of  it  in  Ritson's  Scottish  Songs. 

ccccxx. 

YOUNG  JAMIE,  PRIDE  OF  A'  THE  PLAIN. 

This  beautiful  song  is  another  unclaimed  production  of 
Burns.  The  words  .are  adapted  to  the  plaintive  and  well 
known  air,  entitled  "  The  Carlin  o'  the  Glen." 


379 


CCCCXXI. 
OUT  OVER  THE  FORTH,  &c. 

This  song  was  written  by  Burns,  and  adapted  to  the  air 
entitled  "  Charles  Gordon's  welcome  Home,"  It  was  after- 
wards reprinted  in  his  Reliques,  by  Cromek. 

At  the  end  of  the  song,  Burns  has  the  following  note  :— 
"  The  inclosed  tune  is  a  part  of  Gow's  '  Charles  Gordon's 
welcome  home  ;'  but  I  do  not  think  the  close  of  the  second 
part  of  the  tune  happy.  Mr  Clarke,  on  looking  over  Gow's 
air,  will  probably  contrive  a  better." 

Mr  Clarke  has  retained  Mr  Gow's  tune,  but  at  the  close  of 
the  second  strain  he  has  attended  to  the  hint  given  him  by 
the  bard. 

ccccxxii. 

WANTONNESS  FOR  EVERMAIR. 

This  hugatelle  was  written,  and  communicated  by  Burns. 

Clarke  thought  it  worthy  a  place  in  the  Museum,  that  the 

tune  might  be  preserved,  which  is  ancient,  and  deserving  of 

better  lines  than  those  furnished  by  the  bard. 

CCCCXXIII. 
THE  HUMBLE  BEGGAR. 

This  fine  old  humorous  ballad,  beginning  "  In  Scotland 
there  liv'd  a  humble  beggar,"  was  recovered  by  David  Herd, 
and  printed  in  his  Collection.  The  tune  was  communicated 
to  Johnson  by  the  late  Mr  Robert  Macintosh,  musician  in 
Edinburgh,  who  obtained  it  from  an  old  acquaintance  that 
used  to  sing  this  ballad  with  great  glee.  Mr  James  Johnson, 
on  sending  the  air  to  be  arranged,  wrote  Mr  Clarke  the  fol- 
lowing note :  "  Sir, — The  above  is  the  exact  tune  taken  down 
by  Mr  R.  Macintosh.  It  is  a  very  funny  song,  and  sought 
after  by  many. — J.  J.'' 

ccccxxiv. 

THE  ROWIN'T  IN  HER  APRON. 

This  ancient  fragment,  beginning  "Our  young  lady's  a 
hunting  gane,"  with  its  original  air,  were  recovered  by  Burns, 
and  transmitted  in  his  own  hand-writing  to  Johnson  for  the 


380  ccccxxiv. — THE  rowin''t  in  her  aprok. 

Museum,  The  scene  is  laid  in  the  stewartry  of  Kirkcud- 
bright. The  old  castle  of  Terreagles  stood  on  the  banks  of 
the  Nith,  neai-  its  junction  with  the  Cluden. 

ccccxxv. 
THE  BOATIE  ROWS 1st  Set. 

Burns  informs  us,  that  "  the  author  of  this  song,  begin- 
ning '  O  weel  may  the  boatie  row,'  was  a  Mr  Ewen  of  Aber- 
deen. It  is  a  charming  display  of  womanly  affection  ming- 
ling with  the  concerns  and  occupations  of  life.  It  is  nearly 
equal  to  There's  nae  luck  abend  the  house.'''' — Reliques. 

This  fine  ballad  is  set  to  three  different  tunes  in  the  Mu- 
seum. The  first  four  bars  of  the  air.  No  425,  are  taken  from 
the  tune  called  "  Weel  may  the  Keel  row,"  and  all  the  rest 
from  the  tune  of  "  There's  nae  Luck  about  the  House."  The 
words,  however,  are  seldom  sung  to  this  mongrel  melody. 

CGCCXXVI. 

THE  BOATIE  ROWS— 2d  Set. 

This  air  to  the  same  words  was  inserted  by  desire  of  Mr 

Clarke,  who  wrote  the  following  note  under  the  manuscript 

of  the  music : — '•  You  must  take  this,  as  the  other  music  is 

printed  already  in  a  former  volume.""     This  tune,  however, 

lias  never  become  a  favourite  with  those  who  sing  the  ballad. 

ccccxxvir. 

THE  BOATIE  ROWS,— 3d  Set. 

This  fine  modern  air  is  the  genuine  tune  of  the  ballad. 

Some  years  ago  it  was  arranged  as  a  glee,  for  three  voices,  by 

Mr  William  Knyvett  of  London,  and  has  deservedly  become 

very  popular.  """ 

ccccxxvin. 

CHARLIE  HE'S  MY  DARLING. 

This  Jacobite  song,  beginning  "  'Twas  on  a  Monday 
morning,''  was  communicated  by  Burns  to  the  editor  of  the 
^T^Iuseum.  The  air  Avas  modernized  by  Mr  Clarke.  The 
reader  will  find  a  genuine  copy  of  the  old  air  in  Hogg's  Ja- 
cobite Reliques,  vol.  ii.  p.  93. 


381 


ecccxxix. 

AS  SYLVIA  IN  A  FOREST  LAY. 
This  song  is  taken  from  Ramsay's  Tea-Table  Miscellany  of 
1724,  where  it  is  marked  with  the  letter  M,  which  is  the  ini- 
tial letter  of  its  composer''s  surname,  viz.  David  Malloeh,  Esq. 
when  he  was  a  tutor  in  the  family  of  Mr  Home.  The  verses 
are  adapted  to  the  tune  called  "  The  Maid's  Complaint," 
which  was  composed  by  Oswald,  and  published  in  the  fourth 
book  of  his  Caledonian  Pocket  Companion,  p.  40.  The  last 
two  bars  of  the  second  strain  Were  improved  by  Mr  Stephen 
Clarke,  as  the  reader  will  perceive  upon  comparing  the  air  in 
the  Museum  with  Oswald's  tune.  Mallet's  verses  were  pub- 
lished in  the  Orpheus  Caledonius,  to  the  air  of  "  Pinkie 
House." 

ccccxxx, 

THE  LASS  OF  ECGLEPKCHAN. 

This  humorous  song,  beginning  "  Gat  ye  me,  O  gat  ye 
me,"  is  a  production  of  Burns'.  It  is  adapted  to  a  fine  old 
lively  air,  communicated  by  Burns,  which  is  well  known 
by  the  name  of  "  Jack  o'  Latin,''  printed,  with  variations,  in 
Oswald's  Caledonian  Pocket  Companion,  and  several  other 
collections.  Ecclefechan  is  a  well-known  village  in  Dum- 
fries-shire. 

CCCCXXXI. 
THE  COUPER  O'  CUDDY. 
This  humorous  song,  beginning  "  We'll  hide  the  couper 
behind  the  door,"  is  another  production  of  Burns.  He  directs 
it  to  be  set  to  the  well-known  dancing  tune  called  "  Bab  at 
the  Bouster.''  At  the  end  of  his  manuscript  he  writes,  "  This 
tune  is  to  be  met  with  every  where."  If  the  delicacy  of  this 
song  had  been  equal  to  its  wit,  it  would  have  done  honour  to 
any  bard. 

CCCCXXXII. 
WIDOW,  ARE  YE  WAKING  ? 

This  song,  beginning  "  Wha  is  that  at  my  chaml»r  door .?" 
was  written  by  Ramsay,  and  printed  in  his  Tea-Table  Miscel- 


382  ccccxxxii. — WIDOW,  are  ye  waking  ? 

lany,  1724.  It  is  there  entitled  «  The  Auld  Man's  best  Ar- 
gument," and  is  directed  to  be  sung  to  the  tune  of  "  Widow 
are  ye  wakin,"  a  licentious  but  witty  old  song,  long  anterior 
to  the  days  of  Ramsay.  The  Editor  is  in  possession  of  a  very 
old  copy  of  this  tune,  but  it  is  nearly  the  same  as  that  in  the 
Museum. 

CCCCXXXIII. 
THE  MALTMAN. 

This  is  another  production  of  Ramsay.  It  possesses  un- 
common humour,  but  a  sort  of  double  meaning  runs  through 
the  verses,  and  renders  them  somewhat  liable  to  objection. 
The  lively  old  air  to  which  the  words  are  adapted  appears  in 
Oswald's  Caledonian  Pocket  Companion, 
ccccxxxiv. 

LEEZIE  LINDSAY. 
This  beautiful  old  air  was  communicated  by  Burns.  The 
stanza  to  which  it  is  adapted,  beginning  "  Will  ye  go  to  the 
Highlands,  Leezie  Lindsay,"  was  written  by  Burns,  who  in- 
tended to  have  added  some  more  verses,  as  appears  from  the 
following  memorandum,  written  by  Johnson  on  the  original 
manuscript  of  the  music.  "  Mr  Burns  is  to  send  words  ;*" 
but  they  were  never  transmitted.  He  appears  to  have  had 
the  old  fragment  of  the  ballad  called  Leezie  Baillie  in  view, 
when  he  composed  the  above  stanza.  See  Notes  on  Song' 
No  456.  A  large  fragment  of  the  old  ballad  of  Leezie  Lind. 
say,  however,  may  be  seen  in  Jamieson's  Popular  Ballads  and 
Songs,  vol,  ii. 

ccccxxxv. 

THE  AULD  WIFE  AYONT  THE  FIRE. 

The  genuine  air  inserted  in  the  Museum  likewise  appears 
in  Crockat's  Manuscript  Music  Book,  written  in  1709,  under 
the  title  of  "  The  old  Wife  beyond  the  Fire."  It  would  there- 
fore seem,  as  if  Ramsay  had  softened  down  an  older  and  less 
Scotified  song,  preserving  as  much  of  the  spirit  and  broad 
humour  of  the  original  as  might  appear  consistent  with  the 
manners  and  taste  of  the  times  in  which  he  lived.  His  bio- 
grapher, however,  attributes  the  whole  of  the  song  to  Ram- 


CCCCXXXV. — THE  AULD  WIFE  AYONT  THE  FIRE.         383 

say ;  but  Ramsay  himself  marks  this  song  with  the  letter  Q, 
to  shew  that  it  was  an  old  song  with  additions.     The  tune, 
under  the  title  of  "  Set  the  old  Wife  beyond  the  Fire,"  was 
printed  in  John  Walsh's  Caledonian  Country  Dances, 
ccccxxxvi. 

FOR  THE  SAKE  O'  SOMEBODY. 

The  whole  of  this  song,  as  printed  in  the  Museum,  begin- 
ning "  My  heart  is  sair,  I  darna  tell,"  was  written  by  Burns, 
except  the  third  and  fourth  lines  of  stanza  first,  which  are 
taken  from  Ramsay's  song,  under  the  same  title  and  to  the 
same  old  tune,  which  may  also  be  seen  in  Oswald's  Caledo- 
nian Pocket  Companion.  To  this  work,  Burns,  in  a  note 
annexed  to  the  manuscript  song,  refers  Johnson  for  the 
music. 

Ramsay's  verses  are  in  the  shape  of  a  dialogue  between  a 
lover  and  his  sweetheart ;  but  they  possess  very  little  merit. 
The  old  air  consists  of  one  simple  strain,  ending  on  the  third 
of  the  key.  The  second  strain  is  merely  a  repetition  of  the 
first.  It  is  probable,  that  the  melody  had  been  originally 
adapted  to  a  much  older  set  of  verses  than  those  of  Ramsay, 
and  that  the  old  song  consisted  of  stanzas  of  four,  in  place  of 
eight  lines  each. 

ccccxxxvii. 

THE  CARDIN  O'T. 

These  verses,  beginning  "  I  coft  a  stane  o'  haslock  woo'," 
were  written  by  Burns,  whose  original  manuscript  is  at  pre- 
sent before  the  Editor,     The  words  are  adapted  to  a  lively 
old  Scotch  measure,  called  "  Salt  Fish  and  Dumplings." 
ccccxxxviii, 

THE  SOUTERS  0'  SELKIRK. 

Mr  Tytler,  in  his  ingenious  "  Essay  on  Scottish  Music,'' 
alluding  to  the  fragment  of  this  old  song,  beginning  "  Up 
wi'  the  Souters  o'  Selkirk,"  has  the  following  remarks : — 
*'  This  ballad  is  founded  on  the  following  incident :  Previous 
to  the  battle  of  Flodden,  the  town-clerk  of  Selkirk  conducted 
a  band  of  eighty  souters,  or  shoemakers  of  that  town,  who 
joined  the  royal  army ;  and  the  town-clerk,  in  reward  of  his 


384-  CCCCXXXVJII.— THE  SOUTERS  O'  SELKIRK. 

loyalty,  was  created  a  knight-banneret  by  that  prince.  They 
fought  gallantly,  and  most  of  them  were  cut  off.  A  few  who 
escaped,  found,  on  their  return,  in  the  forest  of  Ladywood 
edge,  the  wife  of  one  of  their  brethren  lying  dead,  and  her 
child  sucking  her  breast.  Thence  the  town  of  Selkirk  ob- 
tained for  their  arms,  a  woman  sitting  upon  a  sarcophagus, 
holding  a  child  in  her  arms ;  in  the  back  ground  a  wood ; 
and  on  the  sarcophagus  the  arms  of  Scotland." 

"  For  all  this  fine  story  (says  Ritson,  in  his  Historical  Es- 
say on  Scottish  Song,  p.  34.)  there  is  probably  no  foundation 
whatever.  That  the  souters  of  Selkirk  should,  in  1513, 
amount  to  fourscore  fighting  men,  is  a  circumstance  utterly 
incredible.  It  is  scarcely  to  be  supposed,  that  all  the  shoe- 
makers in  Scotland  could  have  produced  such  an  army,  at  a 
period  when  shoes  must  have  been  less  worn  than  they  are  at 
present.""  He  then  proceeds  to  acquaint  us,  that  Dr  John- 
son was  told  at  Aberdeen,  that  the  people  learned  the  art  of 
making  shoes  from  Cromweirs  soldiers ;  that  tall  boys  run 
without  shoes  in  the  streets ;  and,  in  the  islands,  even  the 
sons  of  gentlemen  pass  several  of  their  first  years  with  naked 
feet.  "  Away  then  (says  Ritson)  with  the  fable  of  The 
Souters  of  Selkirk  T 

It  is  matter  of  deep  regret  to  observe,  that  some  men  of 
•education,  and  even  of  very  superior  abilities,  are  occasionally 
betrayed  into  error  and  inconsistency,  by  allowing  their  minds 
to  get  entangled  in  the  mazes  of  national  and  unmanly  preju- 
dice. Several  instances  of  this  fact,  Avith  regard  to  Scotland, 
disfigure  the  writings  of  Dr  Johnson  and  Mr  Joseph  Ritson. 
In  other  respects  their  literary  labours  are  exceedingly  meri- 
torious and  valuable.  These  erudite  and  very  ingenious  au- 
thors have  not  scrupled  to  affirm,  that  the  natives  of  North 
Britain  are  more  prone  to  believe  in  absurd  and  extravagant 
traditions  than  any  other  nation  whatever  ;  that  the  Scots 
had  no  shoes  until  Cromweirs  soldiers  taught  the  people  to 
make  them  ;  and  that  all  Scotland  could  scarcely  have  mus- 
tered an  army  of  eighty  shoemakers  at  the  battle  of  Flodden, 


CCCCXXXVIII.— THE  SOUTF.US  O'  SELKIRK.  385 

III  short,  Scotland  seems  to  have  appeared  to  them  in  the 
same  light  as  it  did  to  another  Englishman,  who  expresses  hia 
ideas  of  the  country  in  the  following  curious  lines  :— 

Bleak  are  thy  hills,  O  North ! 
And  l)arreri  are  thy  plains  ; 
Bare-leg'd  arc  tliy  iiyinpha. 
And  bare  a —  are  thy  swains. 

But  a  candid  and  patient  inquirer  will  neither  permit  himself 
to  be  deceived  by  vague  assertion,  nor  will  he  degrade  his 
character  by  a  similar  mode  of  retaliation,  which,  tliough 
easy,  can  never  benefit  the  cause  of  truth.  Sober  reflection 
will  convince  every  man,  that  the  Omniscient  Author  of  our 
existence  lias  adapted  every  animal  to  the  element  it  is  des- 
tined to  inhabit.  Nor  has  he  denied  to  mankind,  wlierevcr 
situated  on  the  habitable  globe,  the  means  and  the  ingenuity 
of  accommodating  their  dress  in  conformity  to  the  nature  of 
the  climate.  Amongst  all  the  nations  that  inhabit  the  bleak 
and  barren  regions  of  the  north,  however  rude  or  uncivilized, 
none  have  yet  been  discovered  that  were  destitute  of  the  ne- 
cessary habiliments  for  protecting  every  part  of  the  body  from 
the  inclemency  of  the  weather.  Nor  was  Scotland  an  excep- 
tion to  this  rule  until  the  days  of  Cromwell.  On  the  con- 
trary, it  appears  that  the  Scottish  legislature,  at  an  early  pe- 
riod, directed  its  attentitm  to  the  manufacturers  of  shoes,  who 
had  attained  such  skill  in  their  profession,  as  to  render  their 
goods  an  o!)ject  of  foreign  commerce.  It  was  even  found  ne- 
cessary to  prohibit  the  export  both  of  the  raw  and  of  the  ma- 
nufactured material :  "  Sowters  sould  be  challenged,  that  they 
bark  lether,  and  makes  shoone  otherwaics  than  the  law  per- 
mittes  ;  that  is  to  say,  of  lether  quhere  tlie  home  and  the  eare 
are  of  ane  like  length.  They  make  shoone,  buites,  and  other 
graith,  before  the  leather  is  barked  (tanned)."" — Chalmerlan 
Air,  c.  2!;?.  Again,  by  the  fourth  Parliament  in  the  reign  of 
James  IV.  who  fell  at  Floddcn,  cordoners  (i.  e.  shoemakers) 
are  prohi})ited,  under  a  severe  penalty,  from  taking  custom 
from  such  of  their  own  craft  as  come  to  the  weekly  markets, 


CCCCXXXVIII.— THE  SOUTKKS  O    SELKIRK. 

except  what  was  wont  by  old  Iww.  Barked  hides  (i.  e.  tanned 
leather)  and  made  shoes,  are  among  the  hst  of  articles  which 
were  prohibited  to  be  exported  by  act  of  the  fourth  parUa- 
ment  held  in  the  reign  of  James  VI,  c,  59. 

Now,  these  ordinances  were  all  made  long  before  Cromwell 
was  born.  Away,  then,  with  the  fable  of  CromweU's  soldiers 
first  teaching  the  inhabitants  of  Scotland  to  make  shoes.  It 
seems  evident,  that  the  Doctor  had  never  been  an  eye-witness 
of  the  dress  of  the  peasantry  in  Scotland  during  the  rigours 
of  winter ;  nor  had  Ritson  been  more  fortunate  in  viewing 
any  procession  of  the  shoemakers  in  a  royal  Scottish  burgh  on 
the  day  of  St  Crispin,  a  festival  long  celebrated  in  Scottish 
song.  That  eighty  souters  were  capable  of  making  shoes  for 
a  population  of  nearly  two  millions  of  inhabitants,  is  indeed 
so  very  absurd  as  to  require  no  serious  refutation. 

It  may  be  observed,  en  passant,  that  the  epithet  of  "  The 
Souters  of  Selkirk''  does  not  exclusively  mean  those  members 
of  the  incorporation  who  are  actually  shoemakers  by  profes- 
sion. This  appellation  is  given  to  the  burgesses  of  Selkirk, 
whether  shoemakers  or  not ;  and  it  appears  to  have  originated 
from  the  singular  custom  observed  at  the  admission  of  a  new 
member,  a  ceremony  which  is  on  no  account  dispensed  with. 
Some  hog-bristles  are  attached  to  the  seal  of  his  burgess 
ticket ;  these  he  must  dip  in  wine,  and  pass  between  his  lips, 
as  a  tribute  of  his  respect  to  this  ancient  and  useful  fraternity. 
Sir  Walter  Scott  himself  has  the  honour  of  being  one  of  their 
number. 

That  the  once  populous  and  important  royal  burgh  of  Sel- 
kirk was  pillaged  and  laid  waste  by  the  English,  in  revenge 
of  the  signal  bravery  displayed  by  its  "  Souters"  in  battle ; 
and  that  James  V.  the  succeeding  monarch,  testified  his  gra- 
titude for  their  loyalty  and  valour,  as  well  as  his  compassion 
for  the  sufferings  of  its  surviving  inhabitants ;  are  facts  that 
can  be  fully  elucidated.  Thus,  on  the  4th  March  1536,  that 
prince,  on  the  narrative  that  the  greater  part  of  Selkirk  had 
been  laid  waste,  and  destroyed  by  war,  pestilence,  fire,  &c.  he 


CCCCXXXVIII.— THE  SOUTERS  o'  SELKIRK.  387 

erects  it  of  new  into  a  royal  burgh,  with  all  the  privileges  an- 
nexed to  such  corporations.  On  the  20th  of  June  1536,  the 
same  prince,  "  for  the  gude,  trew,  and  thankful  service  done 
and  to  be  done  to  ws  be  owre  lovittis,  the  baillies,  burgesses, 
and  communite  of  our  burgh  of  Selkirk,  and  for  certaine  othir 
reasonable  causis  and  considerationis  moving  ws,  be  the  ten- 
nor  hereof,  gkantis  and  gevis  license  to  thame  and  their 
successors  to  ryfe  out,  breke,  and  teil  yeirlie  ane  thousand 
acres  of  thair  common  landis  of  our  said  burgh,  in  what  part 
thairof  they  please,  for  the  policy,  strengthing,  and  bigging 
of  the  samyn ;  for  the  wele  of  ws  and  of  lieges  repairand 
thairto,  and  defence  againis  owre  auld  innemyis  of  Ingland 
and  otherwayis ;  And  Will  and  Grantis  that  thai  sail  nocht 
be  callit,  accusit,  nor  incur  ony  danger,  or  skaith  thairthrow, 
in  thair  personis,  landis,  nor  gudis,  in  ony  wise  in  time  cuming, 
Nochtwithstanding  ony  owre  actis  or  statutis  maid  or  to  be 
maid  in  the  contrair  in  ony  panys  contenit  tharein,  anent  the 
quhilkis  we  dispens  with  thame  be  thir  owre  letters :  With 
power  to  occupy  the  saidis  landis  with  thare  awne  gudis,  or  to 
set  thame  to  tenentis  as  thai  sail  think  maist  expedient  for  the 
wele  of  our  said  burgh  ;  With  free  ishe  and  entrie,  and  with 
all  and  sindry  utheris  commoditeis,  freedomes,  asiamentis,  and 
richtis  pertinentis  whatsumever  pertenying,  or  that  rychtuisly 
may  pertene  thairto,  perpetually  in  tyme  cumming,  frelie, 
quietlie,  wele,  and  in  peace,  but  ony  revocation  or  agane  call- 
ing whatsumever.  Gevin  under  owre  signet,  and  subscrivit 
with  owre  hand,  at  Striveling,  the  twenty  day  of  Junii,  the 
yeir  of  God  ane  thousand  five  hundreth  and  thretty  six  yeris 
and  of  owre  regne  the  twenti  thre  yeir."  Here  follows  ano- 
ther grant  by  that  prince,  dated  about  nine  weeks  after  the 
one  that  has  just  been  narrated :  "  We,  understanding  that 
owre  burgh  of  Selkirk,  and  inhabitants  thairof,  continualie 
sen  the  Field  of  Flodoune  has  been  oppressit,  heriit  and  owre 
run  be  theves  and  traitors,  whairthrow  the  hant  of  merchan- 
dice  has  cessit  amangis  thame  of  langtyme  bygane,  and  thai 
heriit  thairthrow,  and  we  defraudit  of  owre  custumis  and 


388  ccccxxxviii, — the  souters  o^  selkiek. 

dewties :  Thairfor,  and  for  divers  utheris  resonable  causis 
and  considerationes  moving  ws,  be  the  tenor  heirof,  of  owre 
kinglie  power,  free  motive  and  autorite  ryall,  Grantis  and 
Gevis  to  thame  and  thair  successors,  ane  fair  day,  begynand  at 
the  feist  of  the  conception  of  owre  Lady  next  to  cum  aftere 
the  day  of  the  date  hereof,  and  be  the  octaves  of  the  sammyn 
perpetually  in  time  cuming ;  To  be  usit  and  exercit  be  thame 
als  frelie  in  time  cuming,  as  ony  other  fair  is  usit  or  exercit  be 
ony  utheris  owre  burrowis  within  owre  realme ;  payand  yeir- 
lie  custumis  and  dewties,  audit  and  wont,  as  effeiris,  frelie, 
quietlie,  wele,  and  in  pece,  but  ony  revocation,  obstakill,  im- 
pediment, or  agane  calling  whatsumever.  Subscrivit  with 
owre  hand,  and  gevin  under  owre  signet,  at  Kirkcaldy,  the 
secund  day  of  September,  the  yeir  of  God  ane  thousand  five 
hundreth  and  thretty  sex  yeiris,  and  of  owre  regne  the  twenty 
three  yeir." 

The  Royal  Charter,  confirming  the  three  foregoing  deeds, 
and  ratifying  them  in  the  most  full  and  ample  manner,  is 
dated  at  Edinburgh  the  eighth  day  of  April  1538,  and  is  pre- 
served in  the  records  of  the  burgh  of  Selkirk. 

WiUiam  Brydon,  the  town-clerk  of  Selkirk,  who  led  "  the 
Souters"  to  the  field  of  battle,  was  knighted  for  his  gallant  con- 
duct at  Flodden,  This  fact  is  ascertained  by  many  deeds  still 
extant,  in  which  his  name  appears  as  a  notary-public.  John 
Brydon,  a  citizen  of  Selkirk,  his  lineal  descendant,  is  still 
alive,  and  in  possession  of  the  sword  of  his  brave  ancestor. 
A  standard,  the  appearance  of  which  bespeaks  its  antiquity, 
is  still  carried  annually,  on  the  day  of  riding  their  common, 
by  the  corporation  of  weavers,  by  a  member  of  which  it  was 
taken  from  the  English  in  the  field  of  Flodden.  This  the 
Editor  has  often  seen.  Thus  every  circumstance  of  the  tradi- 
tional story  is  corroborated  by  direct  evidence. 

That  the  ballad,  a  corrupted  fragment  of  which  is  inserted 
in  the  Museum,  relates  to  the  eventful  battle  of  Flodden,  the 
Editor,  who  was  born  and  educated  in  the  neighbourhood  of 
Selkirk,  has  not  the  smallest  doubt.     The  late  Mr  Robert- 


CCCCXXXVin.-*-THE  SOUTEllS  O'  SELKIRK.  389 

son,  minister  of  Selkirk,  indeed  mentions,  in  his  statistical 
account  of  the  parish,  that  the  song. 

Up  w'l  the  Souters  cf  Selkirk, 

And  down  with  the  Earl  of  Home — 

was  not  composed  on  the  battle  of  Flodden,  as  there  was  no 
Earl  of  Hume  at  that  time,  nor  till  long  after ;  but  that  it 
*'  arose  from  a  bet  betwixt  the  Philiphaugh  and  Hume  fami- 
lies; the  Souters  (or  shoemakers)  of  Selkirk  against  the  men 
of  Hume,  at  a  match  of  football,  in  which  the  Souters  of  Sel- 
kirk completely  gained,  and  afterwards  perpetuated  their  vic- 
tory in  that  song."  The  late  Andrev^  Plummer,  Esq.  of 
Middlestead,  who  was  sheriff-depute  of  the  county  of  Selkirk, 
and  a  faithful  and  learned  antiquarian,  in  a  letter  to  the  late 
Mr  David  Herd,  dated  13th  January  1793,  says,  "  I  was 
five  years  at  school  at  Selkirk,  have  hved  all  my  days  within 
two  miles  of  that  town,  and  never  once  heard  a  tradition  of 
this  imaginary  contest  till  I  saw  it  in  print." 

"  Although  the  words  are  not  very  ancient,  there  is  every 
reason  to  believe  that  they  allude  to  the  battle  of  Flodden, 
and  to  the  different  behaviour  of  the  souters  and  Lord  Hume 
upon  that  occasion.  At  election  dinners,  &c.  when  the  Sel- 
kirk folks  begin  to  get  Jbu  (merry),  they  always  call  for  mu- 
sic, and  for  that  tune  in  particular.  At  such  times  I  never 
heard  a  Souter  hint  at  the  football,  but  many  times  speak  of 
the  battle  of  Flodden." — See  Scott's  Border  Minstrelsi/^  vol. 
iii.  p.  118. 

Neither  Mr  Robertson  nor  Mr  Plummer,  however,  appear 
to  have  heard  or  seen  any  more  than  three  or  four  lines  of 
the  song,  otherwise  not  a  doubt  could  have  been  entertained 
on  the  subject.  The  words,  as  well  as  the  genuine  simple 
air  of  the  ballad,  both  of  which  have  been  shockingly  muti- 
lated and  corrupted,  are  here  restored,  as  the  Editor  heard 
them  sung  and  played,  by  the  border  musicians,  in  his  younger 
days.  The  original  melody  is  a  bag- pipe  tune,  of  eight  dia- 
tonic intervals  in  its  compass ;  a  bass  part  has  therefore  been 
added,  in  imitation  of  the  drone  of  that  instrument. 


890  CCCCXXXVIII. — THE  SOUTERS  o'  SELKIRK. 

THE  SOUTERS  O'  SELKIRK. 


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The  craw-hearted  loons  o'  the  Merse  ; 
But  here's  to  the  Souters  o'  Selkirk, 
The  elshin,  the  hngle,  and  birse. 
Then  up  wi'  the  Souters  o'  Selkirk, 
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CCCCXX.XIX. 
THE  ROCK  AND  A  WEE  PICKLE  TOW. 
There  is  a  very  old  set  of  verses  to  this  tunc,  but  they 
are  rather  coarse  for  insertion.  A  copy  of  the  tune,  under 
the  title  of  "  A  Scottish  March,"  appears  in  John  Playford's 
Musick's  Hand-Maid,  published  in  167S  ;  but  the  second 
strain  contains  a  redundant  bar,  which  spoils  the  measure. 
It  is  reprinted,  with  all  its  imperfections,  in  Smith's  Musica 
Antiqua,  vol.  ii.  p.  175.     The  tune  is  annexed. 

A  SCOTTISH  MARCH.     1678. 


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Ramsay  wrote  new  words  to  the  same  air,  beginning  "  I 
hae  a  green  purse  wi'  a  wee  pickle  gowd,"  printed  in  his 
Tea-Table  Miscellany  in  1724.  Mr  Alexander  Ross,  for- 
merly schoolmaster  at  Lochlee  in  the  county  of  Forfar,  like- 
wise wrote  a  song  on  the  old  model,  beginning  "  There  was 
an  auld  wife  had  a  wee  pickle  tow,"  in  which  he  has  incorpo- 
rated several  lines  of  the  original  verses  with  those  of  his  own 
composition,  and  has  spun  out  the  song  to  nineteen  stanzas  of 
eight  lines  each.  The  reader  who  may  wish  to  peruse  the 
whole  of  Mr  Ross's  song,  which  possesses  considerable  merit, 
although  it  is  by  far  too  long  to  be  inserted  in  this  work,  will 
find  it  annexed  to  his  beautiful  poem  of  "  The  Fortunate 
Shepherdess,"  first  printed  at  Aberdeen  in  1768.  The  verses 
in  the  Museum  are  an  abridgment  of  Ross's  song,  it  is  be- 
lieved by  himself,  and  are  taken  from  Herd's  Collection  iti 
1776, 

2  T 


392 


CCCCXL. 
TIBBIE  FOWLER  0'  THE  GLEN. 
Although  the  Editor  has  heard  this  old  song  from  his 
earliest  infancy,  he  never  saw  a  correct  copy  of  it  in  print  till 
it  was  inserted  in  the  Museum.  An  imperfect  fragment  ap- 
pears in  Herd's  Collection  of  1776.  Ramsay  has  a  song  in 
his  Miscellany,  in  1724,  to  the  same  tune,  but  it  is  not  in  his 
best  style.  It  begins  "  Tibby  has  a  store  of  charms,"  and  is 
entitled  "  Genty  Tibby  and  Sonsy  Nancy,*"  to  the  tune  of 
"  Tibby  Fowler  in  the  Glen."  Since  the  publication  of  the 
Museum,  two  modern  stanzas  have  appeared  in  some  copies 
of  the  old  song  ;  but  they  are  easily  detected.     For  instance. 

In  came  Frank  wi'  his  lang  legs, 
Gard  a'  the  stair  play  clitter  clatter ; 
Had  awa,  young  men,  he  begs. 
For,  by  my  sooth,  I  will  be  at  her. 

Fye  upon  the  filthy  snort. 
There's  o'er  mony  Avooing  at  her ; 
Fifteen  came  frae  Aberdeen  ; 
There's  seven  and  forty  wooing  at  her. 

Fye  upon  the  filthy  snort  of  the  man  that  could  write  such 
nonsense.  It  is  really  too  bad  to  disfigure  our  best  old  songs 
with  such  unhallowed  trash. 

Cromek,  in  his  "  Nithsdale  and  Galloway  Song,"  tells  us, 
"  that  in  the  trystes  of  Nithsdale  there  are  many  variations  of 
this  curious  song ;"  and  he  accordingly  presents  his  readers 
with  a  medley,  which  he  "  picked  up  from  a  diligent  search 
among  the  old  people  of  Nithsdale."  But  any  person,  by 
glancing  at  Cromek's  medley,  will  at  once  discover  his  verses 
to  be  modern,  and  totally  destitute  of  the  exquisite  humour 
of  the  original.  Indeed,  this  author  unfortunately  betrays  his 
own  secret ;  for,  after  having  amused  us  with  his  sham  verses, 
he  presents  his  readers  with  "  The  old  words,"  which  are  co- 
pied, without  the  slightest  alteration  or  acknowledgment,  from 
Johnson's  Museum. 


393 


CCCCXLI. 
ON  HEARING  A  YOUNG  LADY  SING. 
The  air  as  well  as  the  words  of  this  song,  beginning  "  Blest 
are  the  mortals  above  all,"  were  composed  by  the  late  Mr 
Allan  Masterton  of  Edinburgh,  the  mutual  friend  of  Burns 
and  the  present  Editor.  He  is  the  Allan,  who  is  celebrated 
in  the  song  of  "  Willie  brew'd  a  Peck  o'  Maut,"  mentioned 
in  a  former  part  of  this  work.  Mr  Stephen  Clarke,  in  a  note 
subjoined  to  the  manuscript  of  the  music,  says  to  Johnson, 
*'  The  words  and  music  of  this  song  are  by  Mr  Allan  Mas- 
terton. You  must  get  the  rest  of  the  words  from  him." 
Johnson  did  so. 

CCCCXLII. 
THERE'S  THREE  GUDE  BELLOWS  AYONT  YON  GLEN. 

The  title  and  tune  are  all  that  remain  of  the  old  song, 
which  is  taken  from  Macgibbon's  First  Collection  of  Scots 
Tunes,  p.  18.  Oswald  afterwards  printed  it  under  the  new 
title  of  "  There's  Three  Good  Fellows  down  in  yon  Glen,"  in 
the  fifth  book  of  his  Caledonian  Pocket  Companion,  p.  1 . 

The  four  lines  in  the  Museum,  beginning  "  Its  now  the 
day  is  daw'ing,"  introduced  in  the  solo,  were  hastily  penned 
by  Burns  at  the  request  of  the  Publisher,  who  was  anxious 
to  have  the  tune  in  that  work,  and  the  old  words  could  not 
be  discovered.  The  wordj^'  in  is  erroneously  printed  ^m 
in  the  Museum.  This  beautiful  old  air,  however,  well  merits 
a  better  set  of  verses  than  those  in  the  above-mentioned 
work. 

CCCCXLIII. 
THE  WEE  THING,  OR  MARY  OF  CASTLE-CARY. 
This  charming  ballad,  beginning  "  Saw  ye  my  wee  thing, 
saw  ye  my  ain  thing,"  was  written  by  Hector  Macneil,  Esq. 
author  of  the  celebrated  poem  of  "  Will  and  Jean,"  and 
several  other  esteemed  works.  It  first  appeared  in  a  perio- 
dical publication,  entitled  "  The  Bee,"  printed  at  Edinburgh 
in  May  1791.  Mr  Macneil  informed  the  writer  of  this  ar- 
ticle, that  the  tune  to  which  his  song  is  adapted  in  the  Mu- 
seum is  the  genuine  melody  that  he  intended  for  the  words. 


39t 

CCCCXLIV. 
0  CAN  YE  SEW  CUSHIONS  ? 

The  words  and  music  of  this  nursery  song  were  commu- 
:^..  nicated  by  Burns  to  the  pubHsher  of  the  Museum,  in  which 

%  it  first  appeared  in  print ;    but  the  bard  has  left  us  no  hints 

/    ^  j|i'' respecting  the  history  of  the  song.     The  late  Mr  Urbani  of 
3jy_^^Q,jv'        Edinburgh,  an  excellent  musician  and  composer,   who  was 
^  W'  /i'  very  fond  of  the  melody,  afterwards  introduced  it,  with  new 

accompaniments  by  himself,  in  the  second  volume  of  his  val- 
uable Collection  of  Scottish  Songs.  Since  that  period  it  has 
always  been  a  favourite.  I  have  heard  another  verse  of  this 
ditty  :  It  runs — 

I've  placed  my  cradle  on  yon  holly  top. 

And  aye  as  the  wind  blew,  iny  cradle  did  rock  , 

O  hush  a  ba,  baby,  0  ba  lilly  loo. 

And  hee  and  ba,  birdie,  my  bonnie  wee  dow. 

Hee  O  !  wee  O  ! 

What  will  I  do  ivi'  you,  &^c, 

CCCCXLV. 
THE  GLANCING  OF  HER  APRON. 

This  ballad,  beginning  "  In  lovely  August  last,"  was 
originally  composed  by  Mr  Thomas  CUrfey,  in  imitation  of, 
and  introduced  by  him  as,  a  Scottish  song,  in  his  comedy  of 
"  The  Fond  Husband,  or  the  Plotting  Sisters,"  acted  at  Lon- 
don in  1670  with  great  applause.  Mr  John  Playford  after- 
wards published  it  with  the  music  in  the  second  volume  of 
his  Choice  Ayres  and  Songs,  London  1079-  It  was  again 
printed  in  Henry  Playford's  first  volume  of  "  Wit  and 
Mirth"  in  169S.  Allan  Ramsay  reprinted  it  in  his  Tea- 
Table  Miscellany  in  1724,  as  an  old  song  with  additions. 
Ramsay's  additions,  however,  are  neither  more  nor  less  than 
alterations  of  some  words  in  the  original  song,  of  which 
,  Durfey,  from  his  ignorance  of  the  Scottish  dialect,  seems  nei- 
ther to  have  understood  the  spelling  nor  the  sense.  At  the 
1  request  of  Johnson,  Burns  brushed  up  the  three  first  stanzas 

of  Ramsay's  version,  and  omitted  the  remainder  for  an  ob- 
vious reason. 


CCCCXLV. THE  GLANCING  OF  HF.R  APKON. 


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ginally  adapted,  it  is  evidently  a  florid  set  of  the  old  simple 
air  of  "  Willie  and  Annet,''  which  has  lately  been  published 
in  Albyn's  Anthology,  under  the  new  title  of  "  Jock  of 
Hazledean,  a  ballad  written  by  Sir  Walter  Scott.  As  the 
curious  reader  may  wish  to  compare  both  tunes  ;  they  are 
here  annexed,  note  for  note,  with  the  first  stanza  of  their 
respective  verses. 


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CCCCXLV.— THE  GLANCING  OF  HEE  APRON. 


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The  tune  to  which  Durfey's  song,  as  altered  by  Burns  for 
the  Scots  Museum,  is  adapted,  was  taken  from  Thomson's 
Orpheus  Caledonius  (1725,)  where  the  whole  verses,  as  alter- 
ed by  Ramsay,  may  likewise  be  seen.  They  have  since  been 
reprinted  in  Herd's  Collection,  and  several  others. 

CCCCXLVI. 

O  WALY,  WALY! 

This  is  merely  the  first  verse  of  the  old  song  inserted  in 

the  second  volume  of  the  Museum,  page  166,  adapted  to  a 

different  set  of  the  air.     With  regard  to  this  tune,  the  Edi- 

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CCCCXLVr O  WALY,  WALY  !  397 

tor  observes  the  following  note  on  the  back  of  the  original 
manuscript  of  the  music,  in  the  hand-writing  of  Mr  Clarke, 
addressed  to  the  publisher. — "  If  you  choose  to  print  this 
song,  it  is  right ;  but  the  alterations  are  little  from  the  other, 
and  much  to  the  worse  in  my  opinion.  I  took  it  down  at 
the  late  Glenriddel's  desire,  and  put  the  bass  as  it  now  stands  ; 
but  I  thought  you  had  had  enough  of  the  poor  Captain's 
variations  before." 

CCCCXLVII. 
SHE  SAYS  SHE  LO'ES  ME  BEST  OF  A\ 

This  song,  beginning  "  Sae  flaxen  were  her  ringlets,"  was 
written  by  Burns  for  the  Museum.  The  words  are  adapted 
to  an  Irish  tune,  entitled  OnagJCs  Waterfall.  Respecting 
this  tune,  Burns,  in  a  letter  to  Mr  Thomson,  dated  Sept. 
1794,  says,  "  The  air  is  charming,  and  I  have  often  regret- 
ted the  want  of  decent  verses  to  it.  It  is  too  much,  at  least 
for  my  humble  rustic  muse,  to  expect  that  every  effort  of 
her's  shall  have  merit ;"  still  I  think,  that  it  is  better  to  have 
mediocre  verses  to  a  favourite  air  than  none  at  all.  On  this 
principle  I  have  all  along  proceeded  in  the  Scots  Musical 
Museum,  and  as  that  pubhcation  is  at  its  last  volume,  I  in- 
tend the  following  song  to  the  air  above-mentioned,  for  that 
work."     [Here  follows  the  song  as  printed  in  the  Museum.] 

CCCCXLVIII. 
THE  BONNIE  LASS  THAT  MADE  THE  BED  TO  ME. 

Burns  wrote  this  amatory  ballad  in  imitation  of  the  olden 
style.  His  model  was  an  old  ballad,  which  tradition  affirms 
to  have  been  composed  in  an  amour  of  Charles  II.  with  a 
young  lady  of  the  house  of  Port-Letham,  whilst  his  Majesty 
•was  skulking  about  Aberdeen  in  the  time  of  the  usurpation. 
It  begins — 

There  was  a  lass  dwalt  in  the  north, 

A  bonnie  lass  of  high  degree  ; 
There  was  a  lass  whose  name  was  Nell, 

A  blyther  lass  you  ne'er  did  see. 

O,  the  bed  to  me,  the  bed  to  me. 
The  lass  that  made  the  bed  to  me  ; 


398  CCCCXLVIII. THE  BONNIE  LASS  THAT  MADE  THE  BED. 

Blythe  and  bonnie  and  fair  was  she, 
The  lass  that  made  the  bed  to  me. 
&c.  &c.         &c. 

A  corrupted  version  of  this  ballad,  under  the  title  of  "  The 
Cumberland  Lass,"  may  be  seen  in  Playford's  "  Wit  and 
Mirth,"  vol.  ii.  first  edition,  London  1700  ;  but  neither  the 
air  nor  the  words  (although  the  sense  is  retained)  are  genu- 
ine. Had  the  delicacy  of  this  old  ballad  been  equal  to  its 
humour,  the  writer  of  this  article,  who  has  frequently  heard 
it  in  his  youth,  would  gladly  have  inserted  it  in  this  work ; 
but  it  is  inadmissible,  and  even  Burns''  first  draught  of  the 
imitative  verses  are  not  altogether  unobjectionable.  Of  this 
the  bard  was  afterwards  fully  sensible,  and  it  is  one  of  those 
pieces,  which,  in  his  letter  to  Johnson,  he  says  might  be 
amended  in  a  subsequent  edition.  The  following  version  of 
the  ballad  contains  the  last  alterations  and  corrections  of  the 
bard. 

Whan  winter's  wind  was  blawing  cauld. 

As  to  the  North  I  bent  my  way, 
The  mirksome  night  did  me  enfauld, 

I  knew  na  whare  to  lodge  till  day. 
A  charming  girl  I  chanc'd  to  meet. 

Just  in  the  middle  o'  my  care. 
And  kindly  she  did  me  invite. 

Her  father's  humble  cot  to  share. 
Her  hair  was  like  the  gowd  sae  fine. 

Her  teeth  were  like  the  ivorie. 
Her  cheeks  like  lilies  dipt  in  wine. 

The  lass  that  made  the  bed  to  me. 
Her  bosom  was  the  drifted  snaw. 

Her  limbs  like  marble  fair  to  see  ; 
A  finer  form  nane  ever  saw. 

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  night,"  and  smiling,  said 

"  I  hope  ye'll  sleep  baith  saft  and  soun'." 
Upon  the  morrow,  whan  I  raise, 

I  thank'd  her  for  her  courtesie ; 
A  blush  cam  o'er  the  comely  face 

Of  her  that  made  the  bed  tp  me.. 


CCCCXLVni. — -THE  BONNIE  LASS  THAT  MADE  THE  BED. 

I  clasp 'd  her  waist,  and  kiss'd  her  syne  ; 

The  tear  stude  twinkling  in  her  ee  ; 
O  dearest  maid,  gin  ye'U  be  mine. 

Ye  ay  sail  mak'  the  bed  to  me. 

Tlie  air,  to  which  the  verses  in  the  Museum  are  adapted, 
"Nvas  communicated  by  Burns,  and  is  reputed  to  be  very 
ancient.  The  musical  reader  will  observe  a  remarkable 
coincidence  between  the  first  four  bars  of  this  tune  and  the 
well-known  air  of  "  Johnnie  Cope."  They  may  possibly  be 
productions  of  the  same  minstrel. 

CCCCXLIX. 
SAE  FAR  AWA. 

This  song,  beginning  "  O  sad  and  heavy  should  I  part," 
was  written  by  Burns  for  the  Museum.  The  words  are 
adapted  to  a  Scots  measure,  or  dancing  tune,  printed  in 
Aird's  Collection,  under  the  title  of  "Dalkeith  Maiden 
Bridge."  The  bard's  original  manuscript  of  the  sono-  is  at 
present  in  the  Editor's  possession.  Johnson  has  committed 
a  mistake  in  printing  the  seventh  line  of  the  first  stanza, 
which  mars  the  sense.  In  place  of  "  Gin  body  strength" 
it  should  be  "  Gie  body  strength,"  as  in  the  manuscript. 

CCCCL. 
PUT  THE  GOWN  UPON  THE  BISHOP. 
This  is  a  mere  fragment  of  one  of  these  satirical  and  fre- 
quently obscene  old  songs,  composed  in  ridicule  of  the 
Scottish  Bishops,  about  the  period  of  the  reformation.  The 
tune  and  title  are  preserved  in  the  Collections  of  Macgibbon, 
Oswald,  and  several  others. 

CCCCLI. 
Hallow  Fair — THERE'S  FOUTH  0'  BRAW  JOCKIES  AND  JENNYS. 
This  humorous  song  was  written,  and  communicated  by 
Robert  Ferguson  to  David  Herd,  who  published  it  after  the 
poet''s  decease,  in  the  second  volume  of  his  Collection,  in  1 7'76. 
Hallow  Fair  is  held  annually  at  Edinburgh,  after  the  win- 
ter Sacrament  in  November.  The  verses  in  the  Museum 
are  adapted  to  an  old  tune  called  "  Wally  Honey,"  taken 


400  CCCCLI. —  HALLOW  FAIR,  &C. 

from   Oswald's  Caledonian   Pocket    Companion,    Book   vii. 
page  6. 

CCCCLII. 
I'LL  NEVER  LOVE  THEE  MORE. 

This  song,  beginning  "  My  dear  and  only  love  I  pray," 
was  written  by  James  Graham,  the  celebrated  Marquis  of 
Montrose,  whose  great  bravery,  military  talents,  and  fidelity 
to  his  sovereign,  Charles  I.  during  the  latter  period  of  his 
reign,  place  him  on  a  level  with  the  most  renowned  heroes  of 
antiquity.  In  his  latter  days,  however,  like  his  royal  master, 
he  experienced  a  sad  reverse  of  fortune.  After  a  gallant  but 
fruitless  resistance  against  Colonel  Strachan,  an  officer  of  the 
Scottish  Parliament,  he  took  refuge  in  a  remote  part  of  the 
estate  of  Macleod  of  Assint ;  but  Macleod  basely  betrayed 
and  delivered  him  up  to  General  Leshe,  his  most  bitter  enemy. 
After  a  mock  trial,  for  what  was  called  treason,  he  was  con- 
demned to  death  by  the  very  Parliament  who  had  acknow- 
ledged Charles  as  their  lawful  king,  and  under  whose  com- 
mission and  orders  he  had  acted.  This  gallant  nobleman  was 
accordingly  executed  at  Edinburgh,  with  every  mark  of  in- 
dignity and  revenge  that  the  malice  and  cruelty  of  his  ene- 
mies could  suggest,  on  the  21st  May  1650. 

The  verses  in  the  Museum,  though  abundantly  long  for 
any  ordinary  song,  are  only  the  Jirst  part  of  Montrose's  bal- 
lad ;  but  the  curious  reader  will  find  the  whole  of  it  in  Wat- 
son's Collection,  Book  iii.  printed  at  Edinburgh  in  1711, 
or  in  Herd's  Collection,  so  often  referred  to,  in  1776. 

The  words  in  the  Museum  are  adapted  to  the  ancient  tune 
of  "  Chevy  Chace." 

CCCCLIII. 
MY  FATHER  HAS  FORTY  GOOD  SHILLINGS. 
Mb  Ritson  informs  us,  that  there  is  an  old  English  bal- 
lad, in  the  black  letter,  entitled  "  The  Maiden's  sad  Com- 
plaint for  want  of  a  Husband ;  to  the  new  west  country  tune, 
or,  Hogh,  when  shaU  I  be  married.?  By  L.  W.;"  the  first, 
second,  and  fifth  stanzas  whereof  (for  there  are  fourteen  in 


CCCCLIII. MY  FATHER  HAS  FORTY  GOOD  SHILLINGS.      401 

all)  are  either  taken  from,  or  have  given  rise  to,  the  present 
song.  To  enable  the  reader  to  judge  for  himself,  Mr  Ritson 
annexes  the  following  stanzas,  which  are  copied  from  his 
work. 

O  WHEN  shall  I  be  married, 

Hogh,  be  married? 
My  beauty  begins  to  decay : 
*Tis  time  to  find  out  somebody, 

Hogh,  somebody, 
Before  it  is  quite  gone  away. 

My  father  hath  forty  good  shillings, 

Hogh,  good  shillings, 
And  never  a  daughter  but  me  : 
My  mother  is  also  willing, 

Hogh,  so  willing. 
That  I  shall  have  all  if  she  die. 

My  mother  she  gave  me  a  ladle, 

Hogh,  a  ladle. 
And  that  for  the  present  lies  by : 
My  aunt  she  hath  promised  a  cradle, 

Hogh,  a  cradle, 
When  any  man  with  me  doeS  lie. 

From  the  peculiar  metre  of  the  third  and  sixth  lines  of  the 
second  stanza,  however,  the  old  black  letter  ballad  quoted  by 
Ritson  would  appear  to  have  been  originally  of  Scottish  ori- 
gin, for  the  word  die  is  never  pronounced  dee  in  England  as  it 
is  in  Scotland ;  and,  moreover,  the  old  tune,  which  is  well 
known  in  Scotland,  had  eluded  every  research  of  this  diligent 
antiquarian. 

CCCCLIV. 
OUR  GOODMAN  CAME  HAME  AT  E'EN. 
The  words  of  this  extremely  curious  old  ballad  were  re- 
covered by  David  Herd,  and  printed  in  his  Collection  in  1 776. 
Johnson,  the  publisher  of  the  Museum,  after  several  unavail- 
ing researches,  was  at  length  informed,  that  an  old  man  of 
the  name  of  Geikie,  a  hair-dresser  in  the  Candlemaker-row, 
Edinburgh,  sung  the  verses  charmingly,  and  that  the  tune 
was  uncommonly  fine.  Accordingly,  he  and  his  friend  Mr 
Clarke  took  a  step  to  Geikie's  lodgings,  and  invited  him  to  an 


402         CCCCLIV. OUR  GOODMAN  CAME  HAME  AT  e'kX. 

inn  to  crack  a  bottle  with  them.  They  soon  made  him  very 
merry  ;  and  on  being  requested  to  favour  them  with  the  song, 
he  readily  complied,  and  sung  it  with  great  glee.  Mr  Clarke 
immediately  took  down  the  notes,  and  arranged  the  song  for 
the  Museum,  in  which  work  the  words  and  music  first  ap- 
peared together  in  print.  Mr  Anderson,  music  engraver  in 
Edinburgh,  who  served  his  apprenticeship  with  Mr  Johnson, 
informs  me,  that  Geikie  died  about  four  days  after  the  tune 
was  taken  down. 

Ritson  copied  the  words  from  Herd's  into  his  own  Collec- 
tion ;  but  he  could  not  discover  the  music  when  that  work  was 
printed  in  1794. 

CCCCLV. 
SIR  JOHN  MALCOLM. 

This  curious,  ironical,  and  burlesque  old  song,  beginning 
«'  O  keep  ye  weel  frae  Sir  John  Malcolm,"  was  recovered  by 
Yair,  and  printed  in  the  second  volume  of  his  "  Charmer""  in 
1751.  It  also  appears  in  Herd's  Collection  in  1776.  The 
tune  is  to  be  found  in  Aird's  Collection,  and  several  others. 
It  is  evidently  the  same  melody  with  that  called  *'  O  fare  ye 
weel  my  auld  Wife."  See  the  song,  No  354,  in  the  fourth 
volume  of  the  Museum. 

The  song  is  said  to  have  been  composed  on  a  former  Ba- 
ronet of  Lochore  and  his  friend  Mr  Don,  who,  it  is  alleged, 
rather  annoyed  their  bottle  companions  with  the  history  of 
their  adventures  after  the  glass  began  to  circulate. 

CCCCLVI. 
MY  BONNY  LIZAE  BAILLIE. 
This  old  ballad  appears  in  Herd's  Collection  in  ]  776,  with 
the  following  introductory  stanza,  which  was  omitted  in  the 

Museum, 

"  Lizae  Baillie's  to  Gartantan  gane 
To  see  her  sister  Jean, 
And  there  she's  met  wi'  Duncan  Graeme, 
And  he's  convoy'd  her  hame." 

The  charming  old  simple  melody  of  one  strain,  to  which 
the  verses  are  adapted  in  the  Museum,  was  communicated  by 


CCCCLVI. MY   BONNV  LIZAE  «A1LL1£.  4:03 

Burns.  It  is  the  genuine  original  air  of  the  song,  which  has 
long  been  a  favourite  at  every  farmer's  fireside  in  Scotland. 
The  words  and  music  never  appeared  together  in  print,  how- 
ever, until  the  publication  of  the  Museum.  Many  other 
beautiful  old  airs,  and  fragments  of  their  original  words,  still 
remain  uncollected,  but  continue  to  be  handed  down  from 
one  generation  to  another  by  oral  communication.  Several 
of  these  are  well  deserving  of  publication. 

CCCCLVII. 
THE  REEL  OF  STUMPIE. 

This  fine  lively  old  reel  tune  wanted  words,  and  Burns 
supplied  the  two  stanzas,  beginning  "  Wap  and  row  the  feetie 
o't,"  inserted  in  the  Museum.  The  tune  maybe  found  in  the 
Collections  of  Aird,  Gow,  and  many  others.  The  Reel  of 
Stumpie  was  formerly  called  "  Jocky  has  gotten  a  Wife,""  and. 
was  selected  by  Mr  Charles  Coffey  for  one  of  his  songs,  be- 
ginning "  And  now  I  am  once  more  set  free,"  in  the  opera  of 
"  The  Female  Parson,  or  Beau  in  the  Suds,"  acted  at  Lon- 
don 1730. 

CCCCLVIII. 
I'LL  AY  CA'  IN  BY  YON  TOWN. 

This  song,  as  well  as  the  other,  beginning  "  O  wat  ye  wha's 
in  yon  town,"  were  both  written  by  Burns  for  the  Museum, 
the  original  manuscript  of  which  are  in  the  Editor's  possession. 
Both  of  the  songs  were  composed  in  honour  of  "  His  Jean," 
afterwards  Mrs  Burns.  They  are  adapted  to  the  fine  old  air 
called  "  I'll  gang  nae  mair  to  yon  Town,"  which  was  the  first 
line  of  an  old  ballad  that  began  thus — 

"  I'll  gang  nae  mair  to  yon  town, 
O,  never  a'  my  life  again ; 
I'll  ne'er  gae  back  to  yon  town 
To  seek  anither  wife  again." 

The  tune  appears  in  Oswald's  Caledonian  Pocket  Compa- 
nion under  the  title  of  "  I'll  gae  nae  mair  to  yon  Town,"  and 
in  Aird's  First  Book  it  is  called  "  We'll  gang  nae  mair  to  yon 
Town."     This  air  was  introduced  as  a  rondo,  with  variations, 


404  ccccLviii. — I'll  ay  ca'  in  by  yon  town. 

in  a  Violin  Concerto,  composed  by  the  late  Mr  Girolamo  Sta- 
bilini,  and  performed  by  him  at  Edinburgh  with  great  ap- 
plause. It  has  likewise  been  arranged  as  a  lesson,  with  va- 
riations for  the  piano-forte,  by  Butler,  and  several  other  mu- 
sicians. 

CCCCLIX. 
WILL  YE  GO  AND  MARRY,  KATIE  ? 

This  ballad  was  furnished  by  Burns  for  the  Museum. 
The  words  are  adapted  to  an  old  reel,  printed  in  Bremner's 
Collection  in  1764,  entitled  "  Will  ye  go  and  marry,  Kettie  ?" 

At  the  foot  of  his  manuscript.  Burns,  in  a  note  to  Johnson, 
says,  "  You  will  find  this  tune  in  Neil  Gow's,  and  several  other 
Collections.  The  bard  alludes  to  Gow's  Second  Collection  of 
Strathspeys,  Reels,  &c.  in  which  the  tune  appears  under  the 
name  of  "  Marry  Ketty." 

CCCCLX. 
BLUE  BONNETS, 

This  fine  old  pastoral  air  appears  in  the  modern  part  of 
Mrs  Crockat's  Manuscript  Music-book,  dated  1 709,  under  the 
title  of  "  Blew  Bonnetts."  It  is  also  printed  in  Macgibbon 
and  Oswald's  Collections. 

As  the  old  words  could  not  be  found.  Burns  wrote  two 
songs  to  the  tune ;  the  first  begins  "  Wherefore  sighing  art 
thou,  Phillis  ?"  and  the  second,  "  Powers;_celestial !  whose  pro- 
tection." Both  songs  are  printed  in  the  Museum.  In  a  note 
to  Johnson,  Burns  says,  "  See  Macgibbon's  Collection,  where 
you  will  find  the  tune.  Let  this  song  follow,  <  Wherefore 
sighing  art  thou,  Phillis  ?' " 

In  any  future  edition  of  the  Museum,  the  title  of  the  song 
should  be  "  Wherefore  Sighing,"  or  "  Powers  Celestial,'' 
written  by  Burns  to  the  tune  of  "  Blue  Bonnets ;"  because 
the  present  title  has  no  relation  whatever  to  the  words  of  ei- 
ther of  the  songs. 

CCCCLXI. 
THE  BROOM  BLOOMS  BONNY. 

This  fragment  of  an  ancient  sonsr,  besrinninff  "  It's  whis- 


CCCCLXI. THE  BKOOM  BLOOMS  BONNY.  405 

per'd  in  parlour,  it's  whisper'd  in  ha,"  together  with  the  ele- 
gant original  little  air  of  one  strain,  to  which  the  words  are 
adapted,  were  recovered  by  Burns,  and  transmitted  to  John- 
son for  his  Museum.  This  song  is  to  be  found  in  no  other 
work, 

CCCCLXII. 
THE  RANTIN  LADDIE. 

This  old  ballad,  beginning  "  Aften  hae  I  play'd  at  cards 
and  the  dice,"  as  well  as  the  original  air,  were  also  communi- 
cated by  Burns  to  the  publisher  of  the  Museum,  The  chasm 
which  appears  near  the  conclusion  of  the  ballad  ought  to  be 
filled  up,  by  restoring  the  two  following  lines  : — 

As  to  gar  her  sit  in  father's  kitchen  neuk. 
And  balow  a  bastard  babie. 

Johnson,  in  place  of  the  word  balota,  (that  is,  to  hush  or  sing" 
to  sleep),  has  printed  it  belozv.  This  error  destroys  the  sense, 
and  should  therefore  be  corrected. 

CCCCLXIII. 
THE  LASS  THAT  WINNA  SIT  DOWN. 

The  humorous  song,  beginning  "  What  think  ye  o'  the 
scornfu'  quine  ?"  was  written  and  composed  by  the  late  Mr 
Alexander  Robertson,  engraver,  Edinburgh,  who  for  a  long 
time  played  the  music  bells  of  the  High  Church  in  that  city. 
He  likewise  for  many  years  engraved  most  of  the  landscapes 
which  embellished  the  Edinburgh  Magazine.  The  words 
are  adapted  to  the  "  Orchall  Strathspey"  in  Aird's  Collection, 
vol.  iii.  p.  193. 

CCCCLXIV. 
0  MAY,  THY  MORN, 

This  song  was  written  by  Burns  for  the  Museum.  The 
air  was  likewise  communicated  by  the  bard;  but  it  is  evidently 
a  slight  variation  of  the  ancient  tune  called  "  Andro  and  his 
Cutty  Gun,"  inserted  in  a  former  part  of  the  work.  Burns' 
manuscripts  of  the  music  and  words  are  in  the  Editor's  pos- 
session. 


405 


CCCCLXV, 
MY  MINNIE  SAYS  I  MANNA. 

This  air  is  taken  from  Oswald's  Caledonian  Pocket  Com- 
panion, where  it  is  inserted  under  the  title  of  "  My  Mother 
says  I  maun  not.''  Dr  Pepush  arranged  this  tune  as  the  me- 
lody of  one  of  Gay's  songs  in  "  The  Beggar's  Opera,"  1728, 
to  be  sung  by  Polly,  beginning  "  I  like  a  ship  in  storms  was 
tost."  Another  English  song,  to  the  same  tune,  appears  in 
the  sixth  volume  of  the  Pills,  edited  by  T.  Durfey,  in  1719. 

The  words  in  the  Museum  are  only  a  fragment  of  the  old 
Scottish  song,  which  is  rather  a  coarse  one,  and  on  that  ac- 
count Johnson  would  not  insert  any  more  of  it.  The  air, 
however,  well  merits  good  verses. 

CCCCLXVI. 
THE  CHERRIE  AND  THE  SLAE. 

Time — "  The  Banks  of  Helicon." 

This  very  singular  ballad,  beginning  "  About  ane  bank, 
with  balmy  bewis,"  was  written  by  Captain  Alexander  Mont- 
gomery, who  is  denominated  by  Lord  Hailes,  as  "  The  ele- 
gant author  of  the  Cherrie  and  Slae."  This  ballad  was 
written  prior  to  the  year  1568,  as  it  is  inserted  in  the  Banna- 
tyne  Manuscript,  compiled  of  that  date,  now  in  the  Advo- 
cates' Library,  Edinburgh.  Captain  Montgomery  married 
the  youngest  daughter  of  Hugh,  third  Earl  of  Eglinton. 
His  poetical  talents  procured  him  the  patronage  and  friend- 
ship of  his  sovereign  James  VI.  who  was  pleased  to  notice 
some  of  his  verses,  and  this  ballad  in  particular,  in  a  work 
pvibUshed  by  its  royal  author  in  1584,  under  the  title  of 
"  The  Essayes  of  a  Prentise  in  the  Divine  Art  of  Poetry. 
The  period  of  Mongomery's  death  is  uncertain,  though  it  is 
supposed  he  died  about  the  year  1600.  Most  of  his  poetical 
compositions  are  preserved  in  the  Bannatyne  Manuscript. 
There  is,  likewise,  a  manuscript  volume  of  his  poems  in  the 
College  Library  of  Edinburgh. 

The  ingenious  Mr  Tyder,  in  his  "  Dissertation  on  Scot- 
tish Song,"   observes,   that  the  Cherrie  and  the  Slae,  as  well 

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CCCCLXVI THE  CHEKRIE  AND  THE  SLAE.  407 

as  a  poem  of  Sir  Richard  Maitland  of  Letbington,  father  of 
the  famous  Secretary  Maitland,  ancestor  of  the  Earls  of  Lau- 
derdale, is  directed  to  be  sung  to  the  tune  of  "  The  Banks 
of  Helicon."  "  This  must  have  been  a  well-known  tune," 
he  continues,  "  upwards  of  two  hundred  years  ago,  as  it  was 
sung  to  such  popular  words;  but  it  is  now  lost.  It  cannot 
exist  in  other  words,  as  the  metrical  stanza  of  '  The  Cherrie 
and  the  Slae'  is  so  particular,  that  I  know  of  no  air  at  this 
day  that  could  be  adapted  to  it."" 

Mr  Tytler,  however,  was  not  correct  in  asserting  the  tune 
to  be  lost,  for  it  is  preserved  in  several  old  manuscripts.  In 
one  of  the  volumes  of  Thomas  Wode's  manuscript  of  the 
Psalms  of  David,  set  to  music  in  four  parts  by  Andrew 
Blackhall,  Andrew  Kemp,  Dean  John  Angus,  and  others, 
in  the  College  Library  of  Edinburgh,  which  was  mostly 
transcribed  between  the  years  1560  and  1566  (as  is  instruct- 
ed by  anotbpr  vnlnmp  of  the  same  work,  belonging  to  Mr 
Blackwood,  bookseller  in  Edinburgh),  the  counter-tenor  part 
of  this  tune  is  inserted  near  the  end,  under  the  title  of 
"  About  the  Bankis  of  Helicon — Blakehall ;"  and  in  another 
manuscript  of  the  same  period,  now  in  the  Editor's  posses- 
sion, there  is  a  copy  of  the  tenor  part  of  the  tune,  under  the 
same  title. 

This  Andrew  Blakehall  (or  Blackhall,  for  his  name  is 
variously  spelled),  appears  to  have  been  an  eminent  musician. 
Several  of  his  "  Gude  ballats"  are  inserted  in  the  manuscripts 
alluded  to.  He  is  designated  "  Minister  of  God's  word  at 
Mussleburgh."  The  transcriber,  Thomas  Wode,  styles  him- 
self "  Vicar  of  Sauctaudious.'"  Another  copy  of  the  tune 
"  About  the  Bankis  of  Helicon,"  is  preserved  in  a  manuscript 
which  formerly  belonged  to  the  Rev.  Mr  Cranstoun,  minister 
of  Ancrum,  Roxburghshire,  and  afterwards  to  Dr  John 
Leyden.  A  printed  copy  of  the  music  likewise  appears  in 
Campbell's  Introduction  to  the  History  of  Poetry  in  Scot- 
land, Edinburgh  1798,  and  another  in  Sibbald's  Chronicle 
of  Scottish  Poetry,  vol.  iii.  Edinburgh  1802.     These   two 

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CCCCLXVI. — THE  CHERRIE  AND  THE  SLAE. 


printed  copies  agree  with  the  old  manuscript  almost  note  for 
note,  but  the  tune  in  the  museum  is  that  handed  down  by 
oral  communication.  The  reader  is  here  presented  with  a 
genuine  copy  of  the  music,  in  modern  notation,  but  crotchets 
and  quavers  are  substituted  for  the  lozenge-shaped  minums 
and  crotchets  in  the  manuscript,  and  bars  are  introduced  for 
dividing  the  measure,  which  are  omitted  in  the  ancient  copies. 

THE  BANKS  OF  HELICON. 
From  a  MS.  in  1566. 


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That  with  this  perfect  paragon. 

In  bewtie  might  compair. 

The  Muses  wald  have  given  the  greef 

I'd  her,  as  to  the  A  per  see, 

And  peirles  perle  preclair. 

Thinking  with  admiration 

fier  persone  so  perfyte. 

Nature  irl  hir  creatioun^ 

To  form  hir  tuik  delyte. 

Confess  then,  express  then 

Your  nymphes  and  all  thair  race. 

For  bewtie,  of  dewtie 

Sould  yield  and  give  hir  place. 

This  poem  was  probably  composed  on  the  beautiful  but 
unfortunate  Mary  Queen  of  Scots.  It  would  exceed  our 
limits  to  give  the  whole  words,  consisting  of  nine  additional 
stanzas  in  the  same  hyperbolic  style ;  but  the  original  is  pre- 
served in  the  Pepys*  Collection  in  the  University  of  Cam- 
bridge. The  poem  may  also  be  seen  in  Pinkerton's  Maitland 
Collection,  and  in  Sibbald's  Chronicle  of  Scottish  Poetry, 
with  the  Musical  Notes,  vol.  iii.  p.  185  et  seq. 

CCCCLXVII. 

AS  I  CAME  O'ER  THE  CAIRNEY  MOUNT. 

The  first  stanza  of  this  song  is  old,  the  second  stanza  was 

written  by  Burns,  and  Johnsoii,  accordingly,  marked  it  with 

the  letter  Z,  to  shew  that  it  was  an  old  song  with  addition* 


410  ccccLxvir. — as  i  came  o'er  the  cairney  mount. 


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or  alteratiojjs.  The  words  are  adapted  to  an  air  taken  from 
Oswald's  Caledonian  Pocket  Companion,  book  i,  page  12th, 
entitled  "  The  Highland  Lassie." 

In  the  ReliqueSy  Burns  says,  "  Another  Highland  Laddie 
is  also  in  the  Museum,  vol.  v.  which  I  take  to  be  Ramsay's 
original,  as  he  has  borrowed  the  chorus  '  O  my  bonnie  High- 
land lad,  &c.'  It  consists  of  three  stanzas,  besides  the  chorus, 
and  has  humour  in  its  composition  ; — it  is  an  excellent,  but 
somewhat  licentious,  song.     It  begins. 

As  I  cam  o'er  the  Cairney  mounts 

And  down  amang  the  blooming  heather,  &c. 

This  air,  and  the  common  Highland  Laddie,  seem  only  to 

be  different  sets.'''' 

Our  bard,  however,  was  mistaken  in  supposing  the  air  of 

this  song  to  be  Ramsay's  original   Highland  Laddie.     The 

Highland  Laddie,  to  which  Ramsay's  words  and   the   old 

chorus  are  adapted,  is  printed  in  The  Orpheus  Caledonius, 

1725.    It  consists  of  one  simple  strain,  as  has  been  mentioned 

in  a  former  part  of  this  work,  and  is  now  annexed. 

THE  AULD  HIGHLAND  LADDIE. 


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CCCCLXVII. AS  I  CAME  o'kH  THE  CAlllNEY  MOUNT.    411 

The  verses  written  by  Ramsay  are  inserted  in  the  first 
volume  of  the  Museum,  pages  22,  and  23  ;  but  the  reader* 
upon  comparing  the  airs  of  the  old  "  Highland  Laddie,"  and 
"  As  I  came  o'er  the  Cairney  Mount/'  will  easily  see  that 
they  are  quite  different  tunes. 

CCCCLXVIII. 
THE  HIGHLAND  LADDIE. 

This  song,  beginning  "  The  bonniest  lad  that  ere  I  saw," 
was  compiled  by  Burns  from  some  Jacobite  verses,  entitled 
"  The  Highland  Lad  and  LaA^land  Lassie,"*'  printed  in  the 
celebrated  "  Collection  of  Loyal  Songs,   Poems,  &c,  1750." 
The  original  verses  are  annexed ;  and,  upon  comparing  these 
with  the  words  in  the  Museum,  the  reader  will  at  once  dis- 
cover the  share  that  Burns  had  in  this  remodelled  song. 
THE  HIGHLAND  LAD  AND  LAWLAND  LASSIE. 
(a  dialogue.) 
Tune "  If  thoti'lt  play  me  fair  play.''* 

1. 

The  cannons  roar  and  trumpets  sound, 

Bonnie  lassie,  Lawland  lassie. 
And  a'  the  hills  wi'  Charles  resound, 

Bonnie  Lawland  lassie. 
Glory,  honour,  now  invite, 

Bonnie  lassie,  Lawland  lassie. 
For  freedom  and  my  king  to  fight, 

Bonnie  Lawland  lassie. 
2. 
In  vain  you  strive  to  sooth  my  pain, 

Bonnie  laddie,  Highland  laddie. 
With  that  much  long'd  for  glorious  name. 

Bonny  Highland  laddie. 
I  too,  fond  maid,  gave  you  a  heart, 

Bonnie  laddie,  Highland  laddie, 
With  which  you  now  so  freely  part, 

Bonnie  Highland  laddie. 
3. 
No  passion  can  with  me  prevail, 

Bonnie  lassie,  Lawland  lassie. 
When  king  and  country's  in  the  scale, 

Bonnie  Lawland  lassie. 
Though  this  conflict  in  my  soul, 

Bonnie  lassie,  Lawland  lassif, 
Tells  me  love  too  much  does  rule, 

Bonnie  Lawland  lassie. 


412  CCCCLXVIII.— THE  HIGHLAND  LADDIE. 

4. 

Ah !  dull  pretence— I'd  sooner  dje. 

Bonny  laddie,  Highland  laddie. 
Than  see  you  thus  inconstant  fly, 

Bonnie  Highland  laddie  ; 
And  leave  me  to  th'  insulting  crew, 

Bonnie  laddie,  Highland  laddie, 
Of  Whiggs  to  mock  for  trusting  you, 

Bonnie  Highland  laddie. 
&. 
Tho',  Jenny,  I  my  leave  maun  take, 

Bonnie  lassie,  Lawland  lassie, 
I  never  wiU  my  love  forsake, 

Bonnie  Lawland  lassie. 
Be  now  content — ^no  more  repine, 

Bonnie  lassie,  Lawland  lassie, 
For  James  shall  reign,  and  ye'se  be  mine, 

Bonnie  Lawland  lassie. 
6. 
■^hile  thus  abandon'd  to  my  smart, 

Bonnie  laddie.  Highland  laddie, 
To  one  more  fair  ye'U  give  your  heart, 

Bonnie  Highland  laddie  ; 
And  what  stiU  gives  me  greater  pain, 

Bonnie  laddie.  Highland  laddie, 
Death  may  for  ever  you  detain, 

Bonnie  Highland  laddie. 
7. 
None  else  shall  ever  have  a  share, 

Bonnie  lassie,  Lawland  lassie, 
But  you  and  honour,  of  my  care, 

Bonnie  Laiuland  lassie. 
And  death  no  terror  e'er  can  bring, 

Bonnie  lassie,  Lawland  lassie. 
While  I  am  fighting  for  my  king, 

Bonnie  Lawland  lassie. 
8. 
The  sun  a  backward  course  shall  take, 

Bonnie  laddie,  Highland  laddie. 
Ere  ought  thy  manly  courage  shake, 

Bonnie  Highland  laddie. 
My  fondness  shall  no  more  controul, 

Bonnie  laddie.  Highland  laddie^ 
Your  generous  and  heroic  soul, 

Bonnie  Highland  laddie. 
9. 
Your  charms  and  sense,  your  noble  mind, 

Bonnie  lassie,  Laiuland  lassie, 
Wou'd  make  the  most  abandon'd  kind, 

Bonnie  LC'Wlund  lassie. 


CCCCLXVIII.— THE  HIGHLAND  LADDIE.  413 

For  you  and  Charles  I'd  freely  fight, 

Bonnie  lassie,  Lawland  lassie, 
No  object  else  can  give  delight, 

Bonnie  Lawland  lassie. 

10.  :::• 

Go,  for  yourself  procure  renown, 

Bonnie  laddie.  Highland  laddie. 
And  for  your  lawful  king  his  crown, 

Bonnie  Highland  laddie. 
And  when  victorious,  you  shall  find, 

Bonnie  laddie.  Highland  laddie, 
A  Jenn^  constant  to  your  mind, 

Bonnie  Highland  laddie. 

Another  Jacobite  song,  to  the  same  tune,  appears  m  the 
work  just  quoted,  which  we  also  annex  for  the  gratification  of 
such  as  are  curious  in  these  matters. 

"  IF  THOU'LT  PLAY  ME  FAIR  PLAY." 
1. 

If  thou'lt  play  me  fair  play, 

Bonnie  laddie,  Highland  laddie. 
Another  year  for  thee  I'll  stay, 

Bonnie  Highland  laddie. 
For  a'  the  lasses  hereabouts, 

Bonnie  laddie.  Highland  la  ddie, 
Marry  none  but  Geordie's  louts, 

Bonnie  Highland  laddie. 

2. 
The  time  shall  come  when  their  bad  choice, 

B  onnie  laddie,  Highland  laddie. 
They  will  repent,  and  we  rejoice, 

Bonnie  Highland  laddie. 
I'd  take  thee  in  thy  Highland  trews, 

Bonnie  laddie.  Highland  laddie. 
Before  the  rogues  that  wear  the  blues, 

Bonnie  Highland  laddie. 

3. 

Our  torments  from  no  cause  do  spring, 

Bonnie  laddie.  Highland  laddie. 
But  fighting  for  our  lawful  king, 

Bonnie  Highland  laddie. 
Our  king's  reward  will  come  in  time, 

Bonnie  laddie.  Highland  laddie. 
And  constant  Jenny  shall  be  thine, 

Bonnie  Highland  laddie. 


414  ccccLxvin. — tuk  highlakd  laddie, 

4. 
There's  no  distress  that  earth  can  bring, 

Bonnie  lassie,  Lawland  lassie. 
But  I'd  endure  for  our  true  king, 
Bonnie  Lawland  lassie. 
And  were  my  Jenny  but  my  own, 

Bonnie  lassie,  Lawland  lassie, 
I'd  undeiTalue  Geordie's  crown, 
Bonnie  Lawland  lassie. 

The  air  to  which  the  foregoing  songs  are  adapted  is  very 
spirited.  It  appears  without  a  name  in  Oswald's  Caledonian 
Pocket  Companion,  book  i.  page  36,  under  a  slow  air  called 
"  The  Highland  Laddie."  But  the  old  appellation  of  the 
air  was  "  Cockle  Shells,"  and  was  known  in  England  during 
the  usurpation  of  Cromwell,  for  it  is  printed  in  Playford's 
"  Dancing  Master,"  first  edition,  in  1657.  The  Jacobites, 
as  has  already  been  observed,  composed  no  new  tunes,  but 
adapted  their  songs  to  such  airs  as  were  well-known  favourites 
of  the  public. 

In  the  Pteliques,  Burns,  alluding  to  this  tune,  says,  "  a- 
nother  Highland  Laddie,  also  in  the  Museum,  vol.  v.  is  the 
tune  of  several  Jacobite  fragments.     One  of  these  old  songs 
to  it  only  exists,  as  far  as  I  know,  in  these  four  lines : 
"  Whare  hae  ye  been  a'  day, 

Bonnie  laddie,  Highland  laddie, 
Down  the  back  o'  Bell's  brae, 

Courtin'  Maggie,  courtin'  Maggie." 

CCCCLXIX. 
CHRONICLE  OF  THE  HEART. 

This  ballad,  beginning  "  How  often  my  heart  has  been 
by  love  overthrown,"  was  written  by  the  Rev.  Dr  Thomas 
Blacklock.  The  verses  are  adapted  to  the  tune  called 
"  Gingling  Geordie,"  which  seems  to  be  an  old  Highland 
pibroch.  Indeed,  it  has  such  a  striking  resemblance  to  the  air 
published  in  Oswald's  Caledonian  Pocket  Companion,  under 
the  title  of  "  Pioberachd  Mhic  Dhoniul,"  and  lately  reprint- 
ed with  variations  in  Albyn's  Anthology,  vol.  i.  with  the 
title  of  «  Pibroch  of  Donald  Dubh,"  that  there  can  scarcely 
be  a  doubt  as  to  the  locality  of  the  air. 


415 


CCCCLXX. 
WILT  THOU  BE  MY  DEARIE  ? 

This  charming  little  song  Avas  written  by  Burns  for  the 
Museum.  It  is  adapted  to  the  first  strain  of  an  old  strath- 
spey, called  "  The  Souter's  Daughter."  Burns,  in  a  note 
annexed  to  the  words  says,  "  tune  The  Souter's  Daugliter 
N.B. — It  is  only  the  first  part  of  the  tune  to  which  the 
song  is  to  be  set." 

The  Souter  s  Daughter  is  printed  in  Bremner's  Collection 
of  Reels,  in  1764.  It  also  appears  in  Niel  Gow  and  Son's 
Collection,  and  in  several  others. 

CCCCLXXI. 
LOVELY  POLLY  STEWART. 

This  song,  beginning  "  O  Lovely  Polly  Stewart,"  was 
written  by  Burns  for  the  Museum.  The  words  are  adapted 
to  an  old  favourite  tune,  called  "  Miss  Stewart's  Reel,"  to 
which  some  Jacobite  verses,  written  about  the  year  1748, 
were  adapted  when  the  tune  received  the  new  name  of 
"You're  Welcome  Charlie  Stewart."  These  verses  were 
printed  in  the  Collection  of  Loyal  Songs,  Poems,  &c.  1750, 
and  are  now  annexed  to  give  the  reader  an  idea  of  the  spirit 
of  those  times. 

CHORUS. 

You're  welcome,  Charlie  Stewart, 
You're  welcome,  Charlie  Stewart, 
Youre  welcome,  Charlie  Stewart, 
There's  iione  so  right  as  thou  art. 

Had  I  the  power  as  I've  the  will, 

I'd  make  thee  famous  by  my  quill. 

Thy  foes  I'd  scatter,  take,  and  kill, 

From  Billingsgate  to  Duart. 
You're  welcome,  S^c, 

Thy  sympathising  complaisance 

Slade  thee  believe  intriguing  France  ; 

But  woe  is  me  for  thy  mischance  ! 

Which  saddens  every  true  heart. 
Youre  ivelcome,  Sjc- 

Hadst  thou  Culloden  battle  won. 

Poor  Scotland  had  not  been  undone. 

Nor  butcher'd  been  with  sword  and  gun 

By  Lockhart  and  such  cowards. 
You're  welcome,  Sjc. 


416  CCCCLXXI.— LOVELY  POLLY  STEWABX. 

Kind  Providence,  to  thee  a  friend, 
A  lovely  maid  did  timely  send. 
To  save  thee  from  a  fearful  end. 
Thou  charming  Charlie  Stewart. 
You're  welcome,  S^c, 

Great  glorious  prince,  we  firmly  pray. 
That  she  and  we  may  see  the  day. 
When  Britons  all  with  joy  shall  say. 
You're  welcome  Charlie  Stewart. 
You're  welcome,  6^c. 

Though  Cumberland,  the  tyrant  proud, 
Doth  thirst  and  hunger  after  blood. 
Just  Heaven  wUl  preserve  the  good 
To  fight  for  Charlie  Stewart. 
You're  welcome,  S^c. 

When  e'er  I  take  a  glass  of  wine, 
I  drink  confusion  to  the  swine ; 
But  health  to  him  that  will  combine 
To  fight  for  Charlie  Stewart. 
You're  welcome,  S^c. 

The  ministry  may  Scotland  maul. 

But  our  brave  hearts  they'll  ne'er  enthrall ; 

We'll  fight  like  Britons,  one  and  all. 

For  liberty  and  Stewart. 

You're  welcome,  S^c. 

Then  haste,  ye  Britons,  and  set  on 
Your  lawful  king  vipon  the  throne ; 
To  Hanover  we'll  drive  each  one 
Who  will  not  fight  for  Stewart. 
You're  welcome,  ^x. 

CCCCLXXII. 
THE  HIGHLAND  BALOW. 

This  curious  song,  beginning  "  Hee  balow,  my  sweet  wee 
Donald,"  is  a  versification,  by  Burns,  of  a  Gaelic  nursery 
song,  the  literal  import  of  which,  as  weU  as  the  air,  were  com- 
municated to  him  by  a  Highland  lady.  The  bard's  original 
manuscript  is  in  the  Editor's  possession. 

Cromek,  in  his  "  Select  Scottish  Songs,"  vol.  i.  p.  73,  has 
copied  this  song  without  acknowledgment  from  the  Museum ; 
and  he  thus  introduces  it  to  his  readers : — "  The  time  when 
the  moss-troopers  and  cattle-drivers  on  the  borders  began 

5 


CCCCLXXII.— THE  HIGHLAND  BALOW.  417 

their  nightly  depredations,  was  the  first  Michaelmas  moon. 
Cattle-stealing  formerly  was  a  mere  foraging  expedition ;  and 
it  has  been  remarked,  that  many  of  the  best  families  in  the 
north  can  trace  their  descent  from  the  daring  sons  of  the 
mountains.  The  produce  (by  way  of  dowry  to  a  laird's 
daughter)  of  a  Michaelmas-moon  is  proverbial ;  and,  by  the 
aid  of  Lochiel's  lanthorn,  (the  moon,)  these  exploits  were  the 
most  desirable  things  imaginable.  Nay,  to  this  day  a  High- 
lander, that  is  not  a  sturdy  moralist,  does  not  deem  it  a  very 
great  crime  to  lift  (such  is  the  phrase)  a  sheep  now  and  then. 
If  the  reader  be  curious  to  contemplate  one  of  these  heroes  in 
the  cradle,  he  may  read  the  following  Highland  balow  or  nur- 
sery song.  It  is  wildly  energetic,  and  strongly  characteristic 
of  the  rude  and  uncultivated  manners  of  the  Border  Islands." 

Hee,  balow,  my  sweet  wee  Donald, 
Picture  of  the  great  Clanronald  ; 
Brawlie  kens  our  wanton  chief 
Wha  got  my  young  Highland  thief. 

Leeze  me  on  thy  bumiit;  cragie, 
An  thou  live,  thou'U  steal  a  nagie; 
Travel  the  country  thro'  and  thro'. 
And  bring  hame  a  Carlisle  cow. 

Thro'  the  lawlands,  o'er  the  border, 
Weel,  my  babie,  may  thou  furder — 
Herry  the  lowns  o'  the  laigh  countrie, 
Syne  to  the  Highlands  hame  to  me. 

CCCCLXXIII. 
AULD  KING  COUL. 

This  humorous  old  ballad  appears  in  Herd's  Collection,  in 
1776,  under  the  title  of  "  Old  King  Coul."  The  version  in 
the  Museum  was  furnished  by  Burns.  It  is,  however,  almost 
verbatim  the  same  as  Herd's  copy.  Auld  King  Coul  was  the 
fabled  father  of  the  giant  Fyn  M'Coule.  The  following  ac- 
count of  this  latter  personage  is  given  by  Hector  Boetius, 
as  translated  by  Bellendyne  : — "  It  is  said,  that  Fyn  Mac- 
CouLE,  the  sonne  of  Coelus,  Scottisman,  was  in  thir  days 
(of  Kykg  Eugenius,  fiith  century)    ane  man  ofhugesta- 


418  CCCCLXXIII. AULD  KING  COUL. 

ture,  of  seventeen  cubits  hycht.  He  was  ane  gret  hunter, 
rycht  terrybill  for  his  huge  quantitie  to  the  pepyll,  of  quhom 
ar  many  vulgar  Juhyllis  amang  us,  nocht  unlyke  to  thir  fa- 
bylUs  that  ar  rehersit  of  Kyng  Arthure.  But  becaus  his 
dedis  is  nocht  authorist  by  autentic  authoris,  I  will  rehers 
nathyng  thairof,  bot  declare  the  remanent  gestis  of  Kyng 

EUGENIUS." 

Bishop  Lesley's  account  (anno  1570)  is  in  these  words  : — 
*'  Multorum  opinio  est,  Finnanum  quondam,  Coeli  filium, 
nostra  lingua  Fyn-Mac-Coul  dictum,  ingentis  magnitudinis 
virum,  ea  tempeste  (A.  D.  430)  apud  nostras  vixisse,  et  tan- 
quam  ex  veterum  gigantum  stirpe  exortum." 

The  reader  will  find  a  curious  description  of  the  great  Fyn 
MacCoule  and  his  gigantic  wife,  in  Sir  David  Lindsay's  in- 
terlude of  the  Droichs.  It  is  the  very  quintessence  of  absur- 
dity. The  following  verse  of  it  may  suffice.  Of  Fyn  Mac- 
Coule, it  is  said — 

He  had  a  wyfe  was  mekile  of  cliftj 

Hir  heid  was  helohar  nor  the  lyft ; 

The  hevin  rerdit  when  she  wad  rift ; 
The  lass  wes  nathing  schlender. 

Scho  spatt  Loch  Lowmond  with  her  lippis  ; 
Thunder  and  fire  flawght  flew  fra  her  hippis, 
Quhan  scho  was  crabbit,  the  sone/^thol'd  clippis,  /^ 

The  feynd  durst  nocht  offend  her. 

The  well-knoM'n  English  song  of  "  Four-and-twenty  Fid- 
dlers all  in  a  Row,"  which  first  appeared  in  the  sixth  volume 
of  the  "  Pills,"  in  1712,  is  evidently  a  parody  of  this  bal- 
lad of  Auld  King  Coul. 

CCCCLXXIV. 
THE  RINAWAY  BRIDE. 

This  comic  song,  beginning  "  A  laddie  and  a  lassie  dwelt 
in  the  south  countrie,''  is  preserved  in  Yair's  Collection,  vol. 
ii.  Edinburgh,  1751,  and  in  Herd's  Collection,  1776.  The 
lively  air  to  which  the  words  are  adapted,  was  communicated 
to  Mr  Clarke  by  a  gentleman  from  Roxburghshire,  who  sung 
the  song  with  great  humour  and  spirit. 


419 


CCCCLXXV. 
BANNOCKS  0'  BEAR-MEAL. 

This  fine  old  tune  was  originally  called  "  The  Killogie ;"" 
but  the  words  beginning  "  A  lad  and  a  lassie  lay  in  a  Killo- 
gie," are  inadmissible.  In  1688,  Lord  Newbottle,  eldest  son 
of  William  Ker,  Earl  of  Lothian,  afterwards  created  Earl  of 
Ancram  and  Marquis  of  Lothian,  wrote  a  satirical  song  on 
the  Revolution,  which  was  adapted  to  the  same  air.  It  was 
called  "  Cakes  of  Crowdy."  A  copy  of  this  curious  produc- 
tion may  be  seen  in  the  first  volume  of  Hogg's  Jacobite  Re- 
liques.  Another  song  to  the  same  tune,  beginning  "  Ban- 
nocks of  bear-meal  and  bannocks  of  barley,"  is  still  sung,  but 
it  possesses  little  merit.  Burns  wrote  the  stanzas  in  the  Mu- 
seum in  the  Jacobite  style,  in  which  he  interwove  the  latter 
title  of  the  song  with  the  new  words. 

Cromek,  in  his  "  Nithsdale  and  Galloway  Songs,""  has  the 
following  remark : — "  In  the  Scots  Musical  Museum  there 
is  but  one  verse  and  a  half  preserved  of  this  song.  One  is 
surprised  and  incensed,  to  see  so  many  fine  songs  shorn  of 
their  very  best  verses  for  fear  they  should  exceed  the  bounds 
of  a  page.  The  editor  (Cromek)  has  collected  the  two  last 
heart-rousing  verses,  which  he  believes  will  complete  the 
song."     Here  they  are  : 


And  claw'd  their  back  at  Falkirk's  fairly, 
Wha  but  the  lads  wi'  the  bannocks  of  barley  ? 

Wha,  when  hope  was  blasted  fairly. 

Stood  in  ruin  wi'  bonnie  Prince  Charlie, 

An'  'neath  the  Duke's  bluidy  paws  dreed  fu'  sairly, 

Wha  but  the  lads  wi'  the  bannocks  o'  barley  ? 


If  Cromek,  or  his  Nithsdale  friends  who  furnished  him  with 
the  old  songs  for  that  work,  had  only  looked  into  the  Mu- 
seum, they  would  have  observed,  that  the  chorus  is  repeated 
to  the Jirst  strain  of  the  air,  and  the  two  remaining  lines  to 
the  last, — so  that  Burns'  words  are  quite  complete,  and  re- 


420  CCCCLXXV.— BANNOCKS  O*  BEARMEAL. 

quire  the  tune  to  be  sung  twice  over*  Nay  more,  they  would 
have  discovered  that  there  was  plenty  of  room  on  the  plate, 
had  Burns  chosen  to  write  a  verse  or  two  more.  It  is  there- 
fore to  be  hoped,  for  the  credit  of  our  bard,  that  his  verses 
will  never  be  united  to  the  trash  that  Cromek  has  endeavour- 
ed to  palm  upon  the  country  as  the  remnant  of  what  he  calls 
a  heart-rousing  old  song. 

It  is  a  curious  fact,  that  Oswald  has  inadvertently  copied 
the  air  twice  in  his  Caledonian  Pocket  Companion.  In  the 
third  volume  of  that  work,  it  is  printed  under  the  title  of 
*'  Bannocks  of  Bear-meal ;"  and,  in  the  sixth  volume,  it 
again  appears  under  the  name  of  "  There  was  a  Lad  and  a 
Lass  in  a  Killogie,"  from  the  first  line  of  the  old  indelicate 
words  alluded  to. 

CCCCLXXVI. 
WAE  IS  MY  HEART. 
This  simple  old  air  of  one  strain  was  recovered  by  Burns, 
and  transmitted  to  the  Editor  of  the  Museum,  alongst  with 
the  three  beautiful  stanzas  written  by  himself,  to  which  the 
tune  is  adapted.  The  original  manuscripts  of  the  melody, 
and  Burns'  verses  to  it,  are  in  the  possession  of  the  Editor. 

CCCCLXXVII. 
THERE  WAS  A  SILLY  SHEPHERD  SWAIN. 
This  old  ballad  was  taken  from  Herd's  Ancient  and  Mo- 
dern Songs,  vol.  ii,  Edinburgh,  1776.  In  the  third  volume 
of  Play  ford's  Wit  and  Mirth,  first  edition,  in  1702,  there  is  a 
ballad,  beginning  "  There  was  a  knight,  and  he  was  young," 
in  which,  though  the  hero  is  of  higher  degree  than  the  silly 
shepherd  swain  in  the  Scottish  ballad,  yet  the  leading  inci- 
dents, and  even  some  of  the  stanzas,  are  so  similar,  that  the 
one  must  have  been  borrowed  from  the  other.     For  instance. 

There  was  a  knight,  and  he  was  young, 
A  riding  along  the  way.  Sir, 
And  there  he  met  a  lady  fair 
Among  the  cocks  of  hay.  Sir. 


CCCCLXXVlr.— THERE  WAS  A  SILLY  SHEPHERD  SWAIN.     421 

So  he  mounted  her  upon  a  milk-white  steed 

Himself  upon  another ; 

And  then  they  rid  upon  the  road 

Like  sister  and  like  brother. 

And  when  she  came  to  her  father's  house. 
Which  was  moated  round  about^  Sir, 
She  stepped  straight  within  the  gate. 
And  shut  this  young  knight  out.  Sir. 


If  you  meet  a  lady  fair 

As  you  go  by  the  hill.  Sir, 

If  you  will  not  when  you  may. 

You  shall  not  when  you  will.  Sir. 

The  English  ballad  is  adapted  to  the  old  Scottish  tune  caU 
led  «  Boyne  Water." 

CCCCLXXVIII. 
KIND  ROBIN  L0E8  ME. 

The  words  of  this  song,  beginning  "  Robin  is  my  only 
jo,'"  are  taken  from  Herd's  Ancient  and  Modern  Songs,  print- 
ed in  1776.  There  is  a  much  older  set  of  verses  to  the  same 
air,  however,  but  they  are  not  quite  fit  for  insertion. 

In  the  "  Scotch  Presbyterian  Eloquence,"  which  was  writ- 
ten in  the  year  1692,  it  is  said,  that  Mr  James  Kirkton,  in 
October  last,  preaching  on  hymns  and  spiritual  songs,  told 
the  people — there  be  four  kinds  of  songs — profane  songs,  ma- 
lignant, allowable,  and  spiritual  songs  ;  as. 

My  mother  sent  me  to  the  well — 
She  had  better  gane  hersell ; 
For  what  I  gat  I  darna  tell. 
But  kind  Robin  loes  me. 

This  author  of  the  Presbyterian  Eloquence,  however,  was 
incorrect  in  giving  these  four  lines  as  a  verse  of  "  Kind 
Robin  loes  me,"  for  the  three  first  lines  belong  to  an  old 
song  called  "  Whistle  o'er  the  Lave  o't,"  which  may  be  seen 


422  '  ccccLxxvni. — kixd  robin  loes  me. 

in  Herd's  Collection  above  referred  to.     The  old  words  of 
"  Kind  Robin  loes  me"  begin  thus : 

Hech  hey  !  Robin,  quo'  she, 
Hech  hey  !  Robin,  quo'  she. 
Heck  hey  !  Robin,  quo'  she, 
Kind  Robin  loes  me. 

Robin,  Robin,  let  me  be 
Until  I  win  the  nourrice  fee ;     ^ 
And  I  will  spend  it  a'  wi'  thee. 
For  kind  Robin  loes  me. 
&c.  &c.  &c. 

The  following  beautiful  verses  to  the  same  tune,  which  is 
one  of  our  best  melodies,  were  published  in  the  "  Vocal  Ma- 
gazine," printed  by  Charles  Stewart  and  Co.  at  Edinburgh 
in  1798. 

1. 

Come  all  ye  souls  devoid  of  art. 
Who  take  in  virtue's  cause  a  part. 
And  give  me  joy  of  Robin's  heart. 
For  kind  Robin  lo'es  me. 
0  happy,  happy  was  the  hour 
And  blest  the  dear  delightful  bow'r. 
Where  first  I  felt  love's  gentle  pow'r. 
And  knew  that  Robin  lo'ed  me. 

2. 
O  witness  ev'ry  bank  and  brae  ! 
Witness,  ye  streams,  that  thro'  them  play  ! 
And  ev'ry  field  and  meadow  gay. 
That  kind  Robin  lo'es  me  ! 
Tell  it,  ye  birds,  from  ev'ry  tree  ! 
Breathe  it,  ye  winds,  o'er  Uka  lea  ! 
Ye  waves,  proclaim  from  sea  to  sea. 
That  kind  Robin  lo'es  me  ! 

3. 

The  winter's  cot,  the  summer's  shield. 
The  freezing  snaw,  the  flow'ry  field. 
Alike  to  me  true  pleasures  yield. 
Since  kind  Robin  lo'es  me. 
For  warld's  gear  I'll  never  pine. 
Nor  seek  in  gay  attire  to  shine ; 
A  kingdom's  mine  if  Robin's  mine. 
The  lad  that  truly  lo'es  me. 


423 


CCCCLXXIX. 
WE'LL  PUT  THE  SHEEP  HEAD  IN  THE  PAT. 
This  is  merely  a  fragment  of  an  old  silly  ballad,  which 
was  printed  in  the  sixth  volume  of  "  Wit  and  Mirth,"  Lon- 
don 1712.  It  consists  of  six  stanzas,  beginning  "  Poor  San- 
dy had  marry'd  a  wife ;""  but  they  are  not  worth  the  tran- 
scribing. 

CCCCLXXX. 
HERE'S  HIS  HEALTH  IN  WATER. 
This  short  song,  of  two  stanzas,  beginning  "  Although  my 
back  be  at  the  wa',"  was  written  by  Burns.  The  words  are 
adapted  to  a  tune,  called  "  The  Job  of  Journey  Work,"  in 
Aird's  Collection,  vol.  iii.  The  song  has  a  jocular  allusion 
to  the  situation  of  Mrs  Burns  previous  to  her  marriage  with 
the  bard.     See  Currie's  Life  of  Burns,  vol.  i. 

CCCCLXXXI. 
THE  MAID  GAED  TO  THE  MILL. 
This  foolish  song  was  copied  from  Herd's  Collection,  and 
adapted  to  the  old  air  of  "  John  Anderson,  my  Jo."  Many 
similar  double-meaning  ditties  occur  in  Playford's  Wit  and 
Mirth,  and  Herd's  version  seems  to  have  been  compiled  from 
one  of  them. 

CCCCLXXXII. 
SIR  PATRICK  SPENS. 

This  fine  old  ballad,  beginning  "  The  King  sits  in  Dum- 
fermline  town,"  has  been  a  favourite  in  Scotland  for  many 
generations.  Bishop  Percy,  in  his  "  Reliques  of  Ancient 
English  Poetry,"  vol.  i.  printed  in  1765,  published  a  copy 
of  it  under  the  title  of  "  Sir  Patrick  Spence,  a  Scottish  bal- 
lad, from  two  M.S.  copies  transmitted  from  Scotland."  "  In 
what  age  (continues  this  learned  editor)  the  hero  of  this  bal- 
lad lived,  or  when  this  fatal  expedition  happened,  that  proved 
so  destructive  to  the  Scots  nobles,  I  have  not  been  able  to 

9  H 


4£4  OCCCLXXXII. SIE  PATRICK  SPENS, 

discover ;  yet  am  of  opinion  that  their  catastrophe  is  not  al- 
together without  foundation  in  history,  though  it  has  escaped 
my  observation.''     Percys  lieliques,  vol.  i.  p  71. 

Though  history  is  silent  respecting  some  incidents  of  the 
ballad,  uniform  tradition  is  not.  Alexander  III.  of  Scotland, 
(whose  favourite  residence  was  at  Dunfermline,)  having  the 
misfortune,  before  his  decease,  to  lose  his  queen  and  all  his 
children,  assembled  a  parliament  at  Scoone  in  1284,  when  it 
was  settled,  that,  in  the  event  of  his  death,  the  crown  of  Scot- 
land should  descend  to  his  grand-daughter  Margaret,  styled 
by  historians,  "  The  Maid  of  Norway,"  who  was  the  only 
child  of  Eric,  King  of  Norway,  by  his  Queen  Margaret, 
daughter  of  Alexander  III.  Anxious  to  see  his  grand- 
daughter and  successor,  he  despatched  one  of  his  ablest  sea- 
captains.  Sir  Patrick  Spens,  to  Norway,  accompanied  by  se- 
veral Scottish  nobles,  to  fetch  the  young  princess  to  Scotland. 
King  Eric,  however,  after  various  procrastinations,  refused 
to  allow  his  daughter  to  embark,  and  Sir  Patrick  Spens,  on 
returning,  at  a  late  season  of  the  year,  from  this  fruitless  ex- 
pedition, was  shipwrecked  in  a  hurricane  off  the  coast  of 
Scotland,  and  all  on  board  perished. 

In  the  mean  time,  Edward  I.  of  England  conceived  the 
idea  of  marrying  his  eldest  son,  Edward  Prince  of  Wales,  to 
the  heiress  of  Scotland,  a  measure  equally  agreeable  to  Alex- 
ander and  the  Scots  nobles  ;  for  by  this  marriage  the  two  king- 
doms would  have  been  united, and  those  bloody anddestructive 
wars,  which  afterwards  desolated  both  kingdoms  for  three  cen- 
turies, would,  in  all  probability,  never  have  taken  place ;  but 
Providence  had  otherwise  decreed  it.  Alexander  III.  being 
accidentally  killed  by  a  fall  from  his  horse  near  Pettycur,  the 
Scottish  parhament  despatched  Sir  David  Wemyss  and  Sir 
Michael  Scott  on  a  second  expedition,  to  receive  their  young 
queen,  but  the  death  of  the  Maid  of  Norway  totally  ruined 
a  scheme  concerted  between  England  and  Scotland,  which 


CCCCLXXXII.— SIR  PATRICK  SPENS,  425 

might  have  been  productive  of  the   most   beneficial   conse- 
quences to  both  kingdoms. 

"  It  is  somewhat  remarkable  (says  Arnot,  in  his  History  of 
Edinburgh)  that  there  are  but  three  celebrated  captains 
mentioned  in  Scottish  story,  Sir  Patrick  Spens,  Sir  Andrew 
Wood,  and  Andrew  Barton,  of  whom  the  two  first  perished 
in  storms,  the  last  in  a  naval  engagement  with  the  English." 
Scotland,  indeed,  appears  to  have  been  almost  destitute  of  a 
navy  at  this  period  ;  nor  did  the  habits  of  the  people,  in  these 
times,  dispose  them  to  follow  maritime  aifairs.  Hence  the 
insufficiency  of  their  ships,  their  ignorance  of  naval  tactics, 
and  the  liability  to  shipwreck  in  rough  seas.  Even  so  late  as 
the  reign  of  James  III.  it  was  enacted,  *'  That  there  be  nae 
schip  fraughted  out  of  the  realm,  with  ony  staple  gudes,  frae 
the  feast  of  Simon's  and  Jude's  day,  unto  the  feast  of  the 
purification  of  our  lady,  called  Candlemas,""  (that  is  to  say, 
from  the  28th  of  October  to  the  2d  of  February  thereafter,) 
under  the  penalty  of  £5.  And  this  penalty  was  raised  to 
£20  in  the  reign  of  his  grand-son  James  V.  What  a  miser- 
ably picture  of  the  state  of  the  naval  tactics  and  commerce  of 
Scotland  in  these  days  ! 

Bishop  Percy  informs  us,  that  "  in  some  modern  copies, 
instead  of  Sir  Patrick  Spens,  hath  been  substituted  the  name 
of  Sir  Andrew  Wood,  a  famous  Scottish  admiral,  who  flour- 
ished in  the  time  of  Edward  IV.  but  whose  story  has  nothing 
in  common  with  this  ballad.  As  Wood  was  the  most  noted 
warrior  of  Scotland,  it  is  probable  that,  like  the  Theban 
Hercules,  he  hath  engrossed  the  renown  of  other  heroes." — 
Percy's  Reliques. 

The  copy  of  the  ballad  in  the  Museum  is  exactly  the  same 
as  that  inserted  in  the  Reliques  of  Ancient  English  Poetry, 
which  has  been  elegantly  translated  into  the  German  lan- 
guage by  Professor  Herden,  in  a  work  entitled  the  "  Volk 
Leider.''''  It  has  since  been  printed,  with  additions,  in  Sir 
Walter  Scott's  Minstrelsv  of  the  Border,  vol.  i. 


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CCCCLXXXIII. 
THE  WREN,  OR  LENNOX'S  LOVE  TO  BLANTYRE. 
This  old  Nursery  Song,  beginning  "  The  wren  scho  lies 
in  care's  bed,"  was  taken  from  Herd's  Ancient  Songs  and 
Ballads.  The  words  are  adapted  to  the  beautiful  air  called 
"  Lennox's  Love  to  Blantyre,"  which  is  frequently  played  as 
a  dancing-tune.  This  tune  is  modelled  from  the  air  called 
"  O  dear  Mother  what  shall  I  do." 

CCCCLXXXIV. 
GUDE  WALLACE. 

This  old  ballad,  commemorating  some  real  or  supposed 
achievements  of  "  the  hero  of  Scotland,"  was  recovered  by 
Burns,  and  transmitted,  alongst  with  the  melody  (taken  down 
from  oral  communication)  to  the  publisher  of  the  Museum. 
The  bards  MSS,  of  the  music  and  the  words  are  in  the  pos- 
session of  the  editor. 

That  the  heroic  Sir  William  Wallace  of  Ellerslie,  near 
Paisley,  was  the  subject  of  many  songs  and  ballads,  though 
now,  perhaps,  irrecoverably  lost,  cannot  be  doubted  ;  for  some 
of  them  are  expressly  referred  to  as  evidence  of  this  historical 
fact  in  Fordon's  Scotichronicon,  vol.  ii.  page  176.  That  in 
the  Museum,  beginning  "  O  for  my  ain  king,  quo'  gude  Wal- 
lace," is  the  only  ballad  relating  to  the  actions  of  this  hero 
that  the  Editor  has  either  met  with  or  heard  sung.  It  is, 
however,  evidently  imperfect,  and  has  no  doubt  suffered 
greatly,  in  passing,  by  oral  recitation,  from  one  generation  to 
another.  The  leading  incidents  of  the  ballad  are  neverthe- 
less corroborated  by  a  similar  account  in  Blind  Henry  the 
Minstrel's  Metrical  Life  of  the  Acts  and  Deeds  of  Wallace, 
book  V, 

Many  of  the  adventures  and  exploits  related  by  this  an- 
cient minstrel,  however,  have  been  reckoned  apocryphal,  and 
even  apparently  supernatural.  The  destruction  of  the  early 
historical  records  of  Scotland  unfortunately  leaves  the  truth  or 


CeCCLXXXIV,— GUDE  WALLACE.  427 

falsehood  of  these  traditional  relations  in  a  great  measure  un- 
decided. But  we  have  sufficient  evidence  to  convince  us,  that 
Wallace  possessed  uncommon  strength  and  activity  of  body  ; 
a  constitution  capable  of  enduring  the  most  severe  privations 
and  fatigue  ;  a  mind  at  once  firm,  bold,  and  energetic ;  he 
not  only  delivered  his  country  from  the  oppression  and  tyran- 
ny of  Edward  I.,  but  likewise  made  severe  retaliations  on  the 
dominions  of  that  monarch.  He  became  the  scourge  and 
terror  of  the  English,  who  watched  every  opportunity  to  de- 
stroy him.  Notwithstanding  his  eminent  and  glorious  ser- 
vices in  behalf  of  Scotland,  he  was,  at  length,  treacherously 
betrayed  by  his  countryman,  Sir  John  Menteith,  and  de- 
livered into  the  hands  of  the  relentless  and  cruel  Edward, 
who  basely  murdered  the  gallant  hero,  in  the  year  1303. — 
All  these  facts  are  on  record,  and  it  is  not  quite  fair  to  dis- 
regard traditional  relations,  in  so  far,  at  least,  as  they  do  not 
appear  inconsistent  with  probability.  Indeed,  many  other 
equally  miraculous  exploits  of  the  Scottish  hero  have  been 
handed  down  by  tradition,  and  are  still  current  among  the 
peasantry  in  England,  with  whom  Wallace  could  scarcely  be 
thought  to  be  a  favourite. 

CCCCLXXXV. 
THE  AULD  MAN'S  MARE'S  DEAD.  n 

The  words  and  air  of  this  comic  old  song  were  composed 
by  Patrick  Birnie  of  Kinghorn,  a  celebrated  musician  and 
rhymer  of  his  day.  It  is  probably  as  old  as  1660.  Ramsay, 
in  one  of  his  poems  printed  in  1721,  entitled  "  Elegy  on 
Patie  Birnie,"  says. 


Your  honour's  father,  dead  and  gane, 
For  him  he  first  wad  make  his  mane. 
But  soon  his  face  cou'd  make  ye  fain. 

When  he  did  sough  ;  ^ 
O  wlltu,  wiltu'j  dot  again  ? 

And  grau'd  and  leugh. 


4S8  CCCCLXXXV.— THE  AULD  MAN's  MARE'S  DEAD. 

This  sang  he  made  frae  his  ain  head^ 
And  eke,  "  The  auld  man's  mare's  dead-— 
The  peats  and  turfs  and  as  to  lead ;" 

I  0  fy  upon  her ! 

A  bonny  aidd  thing  this  indeed, 

An't  like  your  honour. 


OCCCLXXXVI. 
THE  WINTER  OF  LIFE. 
This  song  was  written  by  Burns  for  the  Museum.  It 
begins  "  But  lately  seen  in  gladsome  green."  He  likewise 
communicated  the  plaintive  air  to  which  his  verses  are 
adapted.  It  is  apparently  borrowed  from  the  English  tune 
of  Chevy-Chace,  in  Dale's  Collection. 

CCCCLXXXVII, 
GOOD  MORROW",  FAIR  MISTRESS- 

The  words  of  this  song  were  taken  from  Herd's  Ancient 
and  Modern  Songs  in  1776.  The  original  air,  which  is  real- 
ly beautiful,  was  communicated  to  Mr  Clarke  by  a  gentle- 
man who  sung  the  song  with  much  pathos  and  feeling. — 
Mr  Ritson  copied  the  words  into  his  Collection,  and  left 
blank  lines  for  the  music,  as  he  was  unable  to  discover  the 
genuine  air.  The  words  and  music  first  appeared  together  in 
the  Museum,  but  the  song  is  known  to  be  pretty  ancient. 

CCCCLXXXVIII. 
THE  HAUGHS  OF  CROMDALE. 

This  popular  Scottish  ballad,  beginning  "  As  I  came  in 
by  Auchindown,"  was  long  hacked  about  among  the  stalls 
before  it  found  its  way  into  any  regular  collection.  Ritson 
published  it  with  the  musical  notes  in  his  Scottish  Songs,  in 
1794,  and  he  subjoins  the  following  paragraph  with  regard  to 
it :  "  No  notice  is  taken  of  this  battle  in  the  history  of  Mon- 
trose's wars,  nor  does  any  mention  of  it  elsewhere  occur. 
The  only  action  known  to  have  happened  at  Cromdale,  a 
village  in  Inverness-shire,  was  long  after  Montrose's  time." 

This  explanation,  however,  is  neither  accurate  nor  satisfac- 
tory.    Cromdale  is  an  extensive  parish,  nearly  equally  situ- 


CCCCLXXXVIII. THE  HAUGHS  OF  CEOMDALK.  429 

ated  in  the  counties  of  Inverness  and  Moray.  Its  length  is 
fully  twenty,  and  its  breadth,  in  some  places,  nearly  twelve 
miles.  Though  the  appearance  of  the  country  is  somewhat 
bleak,  and  the  soil  in  general  thin  and  arid,  yet  the  haughs, 
or  low  grounds,  on  the  banks  of  the  river  Spey  are  very  fer- 
tile. In  this  parish,  the  covenant  forces  at  first  obtained  a 
slight  advantage  over  the  Highlanders,  but  were  soon  there- 
after routed  with  great  slaughter. 

With  respect  to  the  ballad,  it  seems  either  to  have  been 
written  at  a  later  period  than  the  events  which  it  is  intended 
to  record  took  place,  or  else,  it  has  been  imperfectly  transmit- 
ted by  oral  communication.  The  old  name  of  the  tune,  as 
appears  from  a  manuscript  of  it  in  the  Editor's  possession, 
was  "  Wat  ye  how  the  Play  began  ?"  and  this  is  likewise  the 
title  of  it  in  Oswald's  Caledonian  Pocket  Companion.  Be- 
sides, the  troops  which  were  raised  by  the  Lords  of  the  Cove- 
nant to  oppose  Montrose  were  not  styled  CromwelFs  men, 
as  they  are  denominated  in  the  last  stanza  of  the  ballad,  al- 
though that  appellation  not  long  thereafter  came  to  be  be- 
stowed on  the  parliament  armies  which  combated  the  royal 
forces. 

But  to  return  to  the  ballad.  After  taking  Dundee  by 
assault,  the  Marquis  of  Montrose  delivered  up  that  ill- 
fated  town  and  neighbourhood  to  be  pillaged  by  his  fero- 
cious and  blood-thirsty  troops.  The  approach  of  the  "  Army 
of  the  Covenant,""  however,  under  the  command  of  Generals 
Baillie  and  Urrey,  put  a  stop  to  these  ravages,  and  compelled 
Montrose  to  retreat  vipwards  of  sixty  miles,  and  to  take  shel- 
ter amongst  the  mountains  of  Perthshire.  Baillie  and  Urrey 
having  afterwards  imprudently  divided  their  forces,  the  latter 
pushed  forward  his  division  to  Cromdale,  where  he  surprised 
and  routed  some  Highlanders  under  the  command  of  Alexan- 
der M 'Donald,  a  firm  royalist,  and  staunch  adherent  of  Mon- 
trose, from  his  earliest  career.  As  soon  as  Montrose  obtained 
intelligence  of  this  event,  and  of  the  separation  of  the  Cove- 
nant forces,  he  commenced  a  most  rapid  and  dexterous  march 


430  CCCCLXXXVIIL— THE  HAUGHS  OF  CROMDALE. 

from  Loch  Katrine  to  the  heart  of  Inverness-shire,  and  on  the 
4th  May  1645,  having  come  up  with  the  troops  under  the  com- 
mand of  Urrey  at  the  village  of  Auldern,he  defeated  them  with 
prodigious  slaughter,  although  his  forces  scarcely  amounted  to 
the  half  of  those  of  his  opponent.    Baillie,  who  was  a  veteran 
and  skilful  officer,  now  advanced  to  Strathbogie  to  revenge 
Urrey's  defeat ;  but  he  experienced  a  similar  disaster,  the 
greater  part  of  his  men  being  left  dead  on  the  field  in  the 
vicinity  of  Alford.     Encouraged  by  these  brilliant  successes, 
Montrose  now  descended  into  the  low  country,  and  fought 
another  bloody  and  decisive  battle  near  Kilsyth,  where  6000 
covenanters   fell    under  the    Highland   claymores.      These 
splendid  victories  at  length  opened  the  whole  of  Scotland  to 
Montrose,  and  Charles  I.,  as  a  reward  for  his  services,  ap- 
pointed him  Captain-general  and  Deputy-governor  of  that 
kingdom,  upon  which  he  summoned  a  Parhament  to  meet  at 
Glasgow,  on  the  29th  October  1645.      But  neither  Charles 
nor  Montrose  were  destined  long  to  enjoy  the  fruits  of  these 
victories,  for  the  former  had  the  misfortune  to  be  brought  to 
the  scaffold  by  his  rebellious  subjects,  on  30th  January  1 649, 
and  Montrose,  after  having  been  defeated  by  General  Leslie 
at  Philliphaugh,  in  the  county  of  Selkirk,  and  afterwards 
by  Colonel  Strachan  in  the  county  of  Ross,  shared  a  similar 
fate  at  Edinburgh,  on  the  21st  May  1650. 

In  excuse  for  the  Scots,  it  must  be  remembered,  that  the 
bloody  battle  of  Kilsyth,  where  6000  brave  but  inex- 
perienced soldiers  fell  a  sacrifice  while  fighting  for  their  re- 
ligion, the  freedom  of  conscience,  and  the  liberties  of  their 
country,  combined  with  the  cruelties  which  Montrose  had 
committed  on  the  inhabitants  of  Dundee  and  in  various 
other  parts  of  Scotland,  were  still  fresh  in  the  minds  of  his 
antagonists.  Nor  was  Montrose  himself  free  from  the  guilt 
of  murder  and  apostacy.  For,  at  first  he  joined  the  cove- 
nanters, and  in  his  zeal  forced  the  inhabitants  of  Aberdeen 
to  take  the  covenant ;  he  even  crossed  the  Tweed  in  1640, 


CCCCLXXXVIII.— THE  IIAUGHS  OF  CROMDALE.  431 

and  routed  the  vanguard  of  the  King's  cavalry.  Yet,  in 
1643,  he  abandoned  the  rehgious  tenets  he  had  sworn  to  ad- 
here to,  espoused  the  royal  cause,  and  delivered  up  the 
town  of  Aberdeen  to  destruction  and  pillage,  in  order  to  ex- 
piate the  very  principles  which  he  himself  had  formerly  im- 
posed upon  them.  Montrose  was  undoubtedly  one  of  the 
most  able  and  brave  generals  that  ever  existed,  but  his  me- 
mory will  ever  be  tarnished  by  the  horrid  acts  of  cruelty 
and  oppression  which  he  exercised  on  his  unfortunate  coun- 
trymen. 

CCCCLXXXIX. 
NO  DOMINIES  FOR  ME,  LADDIE. 

This  humorous  ballad,  beginning  *«  I  chanc'd  to  meet  an 
airy  blade,"  was  copied  from  Yair's  Charmer,  vol.  ii.  p,  347, 
printed  at  Edinburgh  in  1751.  It  also  appears  in  Herd's 
Ancient  and  Modern  Songs,  Ritson  likewise  inserted  it  in 
his  Collection  in  1744}  and  left  blank  lines  for  the  music,  as 
he  could  not  discover  the  tune.  But  the  late  James  Bal- 
four, Esq.  accountant  in  Edinburgh,  who  was  a  charming 
singer  of  Scottish  songs,  obligingly  communicated  the  ori- 
ginal melody,  which  enabled  the  publisher  of  the  Museum  to 
present  both  the  words  and  music  to  the  public  for  the  first 
time  in  that  work. 

The  Editor  is  credibly  informed,  that  this  ballad  was  writ- 
ten by  the  late  Rev.  Mr  Nathaniel  Mackay,  minister  of 
Cross-Michael,  in  the  stewartry  of  Kirkcudbright. 

ccccxc. 

THE  TAILOR. 
This  jocose  effusion  of  Burns,  beginning  "  For  weel  he 
kend  the  way,  O,"  was  written  on  purpose  for  the  Museum. 
The  words  are  adapted  to  an  old  reel  tune  in  Bremner's  Col- 
lection, 1764,  entitled  "  The  Drummer."  This  tune  was 
selected  by  Mr  O^Keefe,  for  one  of  his  songs  in  the  comic 


433  CCCCXC— THE  TAILOR. 

opera  of  "  The  Poor  Soldier,"  which  was  first  acted  in  Co- 
vent  Garden  in  1783-  It  begins,  "  Dear  Kathleen,  you  no 
doubt." 

ccccxci. 

THE  WEE  WIFEIKIE. 

This  exquisitely  comic  and  humorous  Scottish  ballad,  be- 
ginning *'  There  was  a  wee  bit  wifeikie,  and  she  gaed  to 
the  fair,"  was  written  by  Dr  Alexander  Geddes,  a  catholic 
clergyman,  author  of  Lewie  Gordon,  and  several  other  poet- 
ical pieces  of  merit. 

The  words  of  the  song  are  adapted  to  a  Highland  strath- 
spey composed  by  the  same  author,  but  it  is  evidently  mo- 
delled from  the  tune  called  "  The  Boatie  rows."  Dr  Geddes 
likewise  altered  the  old  air  of  "  Tarrie  Woo,"  to  suit  the 
words  of  his  "  Lewis  Gordon." 

CCCCXCIl. 
THERE  GROWS  A  BONNIE  BRIER-BUSH  IN  OUR  KAlL  YARD. 

This  song,  with  the  exception  of  a  few  lines,  which  are 
old,  was  written  by  Burns  for  the  Museum.  It  is  according- 
ly marked  with  the  letter  Z,  to  denote  its  being  an  old  song 
with  additions.  Burns  likewise  communicated  the  air  to 
which  the  words  are  adapted.  It  is  apparently  the  progeni- 
tor of  the  improved  tune,  called  "  For  the  lake  of  gold  she's 
left  me,"  to  which  Dr  Austin's  words  are  adapted,  and 
which  the  reader  will  find  inserted  in  the  second  volume  of 
the  Museum. — Vide  Song-  No  163. 

CCCCXCIII. 
COULD  AUGHT  OF  SONG  DECLARE  MY  PAINS. 

This  song  was  also  written  by  Burns  for  the  Museum. 
He  took  the  tune  from  Oswald's  Caledonian  Pocket  Com- 
panion, book  vii.  page  17th,  where  it  is  inserted  under  the 
title  of  "  At  setting  Day." 

But  it  is  not  a  genuine  Scottish  melody ;  for  the  air  was 
composed  by  the  late  Samuel  Howard,  Mus.  Doctor,  to  the 

5 


CCCCXCIII.— COULD  AUGHT  OF  SONG,  &C.  43S 

verses  which  Allan  Ramsay  wrote  as  a  song  for  Peggy  in  his 
pastoral  comedy  of  "  The  Gentle  Shepherd,"  beginning 

At  setting  day  and  rising  morn. 
With  soul  that  still  shall  love  thee, 
I'll  ask  of  Heaven  thy  safe  return. 
With  aU  that  can  improve  thee. 
&c.  &c.  &c. 

Ramsay  directed  his  verses  to  be  sung  to  the  fine  tune  of  The 
Bush  aboon  Traquair^  which  is  unquestionably  far  superior  to 
Dr  Howard's  air,  although  the  latter,  with  Ramsay's  words, 
became  a  very  popular  song  in  England,  and  was  frequently 
sung  by  Mr  Lowe,  at  Vauxhall,  with  great  applause.  This 
Anglo- Scottish  song  was  printed  in  Robart's  "  Caliope,  or 
English  Harmony,"  vol.  ii.  London  1739,  and  again  in  ano- 
ther work,  entitled  "  The  Muse's  Delight,"  printed  at  Liver- 
pool in  1754. 

The  anonymous  editor  of  the  work  entitled  "  Musical  Bio- 
graphy," printed  at  London  in  2  vols  8vo,  1814,  informs  us, 
that  Dr  Howard,  "  who  was  educated  at  the  Chapel  Royal, 
was  not  more  esteemed  for  his  musical  talents  than  he  was  be- 
loved for  his  private  virtues,  being  ever  ready  to  relieve  dis- 
tress, to  anticipate  the  demands  of  friendship,  and  to  prevent 
the  necessities  of  his  acquaintance.  He  was  organist  of  the 
churches  of  St  Clement  Danes  and  St  Bride.  His  ballads 
were  long  the  delight  of  natural  and  inexperienced  lovers  of 
music,  and  had  at  least  the  merit  of  neatness  and  facility  to 
recommend  them.  He  preferred  so  much  the  style  of  music 
of  his  own  country  to  that  of  any  other,  that  nothing  could 
persuade  him  out  of  a  belief  that  it  had  not  then  been  excelled. 
He  died  at  his  house  in  Norfolk-street,  in  the  Strand  (Lon- 
don) on  the  13th  of  July  1782,  and  was  succeeded  in  his  si- 
tuation of  organist  of  St  Clement's  by  Mr  Thomas  Smart, 
and  that  of  St  Bride's  by  Mr  Thomas  Potter,  the  son  of  the 
flute-maker  of  that  name." — Mus.  Biog.  vol.  ii,  p.  200. 


434 


CCCCXCIV. 
0  DEAR !  WHAT  CAN  THE  MATTER  BE  ? 
The  Editor  has  not  yet  been  able  to  discover  the  author  of 
the  words,  or  the  composer  of  this  air.  Johnson  copied  the 
song  from  a  single  sheet,  published  by  Messrs  Stewart  &  Co. 
music-sellers,  South  Bridge,  Edinburgh,  which  is  entitled 
"  The  favourite  duet  of  O  dear,  what  can  the  matter  he  T' 
It  appears  to  be  an  Anglo-Scottish  production,  not  many  yeajrs 
anterior  to  the  publication  of  the  Museum,  and  is  still  a  fa- 
vourite. 

cccoxcv, 

HERE'S  TO  THY  HEALTH,  MY  BONNIE  LASS. 

This  song  was  written  by  Burns  for  the  Museum.  The 
words  are  adapted  to  a  beautiful  strathspey  tune,  called  "  Lag- 
gan  Burn,"  which  Burns  communicated  along  with  another 
air  to  the  same  words,  that  Mr  Clarke  might  have  the  option 
of  adopting  either  of  the  two  he  pleased. 

The  Editor,  on  looking  into  the  manuscript  of  the  music, 
observes  the  following  note  to  Johnson,  in  the  hand-writing 
of  Mr  Clarke  :  "  This  song  must  have  a  verse  more  or  a  verse 
less.  The  music  intended  for  it  was  so  miserably  bad,  that  I 
rejected  it ;  but  lucluly  there  was  a  tune  called  '  Laggan 
Burn'  on  the  opposite  side,  which  will  answer  very  well,  by 
adding  a  verse  or  curtailing  one.  I  know  that  Burns  wilj 
rather  do  the  former  than  the  latter. 

"  P.  S.  When  I  wrote  the  above,  I  did  not  observe  that 
there  was  another  verse  on  the  opposite  page." 

There  is  a  striking  resemblance  between  this  tune  of  "  Lag- 
gan Burn '  and  "  Lady  Shaftsbury's  Strathspey,"  composed 
by  Mr  Nathaniel  Gow,  and  published  in  his  Third  Collection, 
page  15.    '    ;  2 

ccccxcvi, 
JENNY'S  BAWBEE. 
The  old  words  of  this  song,  beginning  "  And  a'  that  e'er 
my  Jenny  had,"  were  copied  from  Herd's  Ancient  and  Mo- 
dern Songs,  Edinburgh  177(i,  and  are  adapted  to  their  ori- 

6 


ccccxcvi.— jenny's  bawbee.  435 

ginal  air,  which  has  long  been  a  favourite  dancing  tune.  The 
following  humorous  verses,  to  the  same  air,  do  credit  to  the 
pen  of  their  ingenious  author,  Alexander  Boswell  of  Auchin- 
leck,  Esq.  M.  P. 

I  MET  four  chaps  yon  birks  amang, 
Wi'  hinging  lugs  and  faces  lang ; 
I  speer'd  at  neebour  Bauldy  Strang, 

Wha's  they  I  see  ? 
Quo'  he,  ilk  cream-fac'd  pawky  chiel 
Thought  he  was  cunning  as  the  diel. 
And  here  they  cam  awa  to  steal 

Jenny's  bawbee. 

The  first,  a  captain  to  his  trade, 

Wi'  skull  ill-lin'd,  but  back  weel  clad, 

March'd  round  the  barn  and  by  the  shed. 

And  pap'd  on  his  knee  ; 
Quo*  he,  "  My  goddess,  nymph,  and  queen. 
Your  beauty's  dazzled  baith  my  een  ,•" 
But  deil  a  beauty  he  had  seen 

But  Jenny's  bawbee. 

A  lawyer  niest,  wi'  blethrin  gab, 
Wha  speeches  wove  like  ony  wab. 
In  ilk  ane's  corn  ay  took  a  dab. 

And  a'  for  a  fee ; 
Accounts  he  ow'd  through  a'  the  town. 
And  tradesmens'  tongues  nae  mair  cou'd  drown. 
And  now  he  thought  to  clout  his  gown 

Wi'  Jenny's  bawbee. 

A  norland  laird  niest  trotted  up, 

Wi'  bawsend  naig  and  sUler  whup. 

Cried,  "  There's  my  beast,  lad,  had  the  grup. 

Or  tie't  till  a  tree : 
What's  gowd  to  me,  I've  walth  o'  Ian', 
Bestow  on  ane  o'  worth  your  han'  •" 
He  thought  to  pay  what  he  was  awn 

Wi'  Jenny's  bawbee. 

Dress'd  up  just  like  the  knave  o'  clubs, 
A  THING  cam  niest  (but  life  has  rubs,) 
•Foul  were  the  roads  and  fou  the  dubs. 

And  jaupit  a'  was  he. 
He  danc'd  up,  squintin  through  a  glass. 
And  grinn'd,  «  I'  faith  a  bonnie  lass !" 
He  thought  to  win,  wi'  front  o'  brass, 

Jenny's  bawbee. 


436 


CCCCXCVl. JENNY  S  BAWBEE. 

She  bade  the  laird  gae  kaim  his  wig. 
The  soger  no  to  strut  sae  big, 
The  lawyer  no  to  be  a  prig ; 

The  fool  cried,  "  Tehee  f 
I  kent  that  I  could  never  fail !" 
But  she  prin'd  the  dishclout  to  his  tail. 
And  sous'd  him  wi'  a  water-pail. 

And  kept  her  bawbee. 


CCCCXCVII. 
IT  WAS  A'  FOR  OUR  RIGHTFU'  KING. 
This  is  another  production  of  Burns,  in  allusion  to  "  the 
royal  family  of  Stuart,"  and  the  \infortunate  fate  of  many  of 
its  adherents.  The  beautiful  air  to  which  his  verses  are 
adapted,  consisting  of  one  strain,  was  also  communicated  by 
the  bard.  Mr  Hogg  had  been  informed  by  some  person, 
who  thought  this  an  old  song,  that  it  was  written,  by  a  Cap- 
tain Ogilvie,  who  was  with  King  James  at  the  battle  of  the 
Boyne,  and  was  afterwards  killed  on  the  banks  of  the  Rhine 
in  1695. 

CCCCXCVIIl. 
THE  HIGHLAND  WIDOW'S  LAMENT, 

This  pathetic  ballad,  of  eight  stanzas,  beginning  "  Oh  !  I 
am  come  to  the  low  countrie,"  was  wholly/  composed  by  Burns 
for  the  Museum,  unless  we  except  the  exclamation  Ochon, 
ochon,  ochrie !  which  appears  in  the  old  song  composed  on 
the  massacre  of  Glencoe,  inserted  in  the  first  volume  of  the 
Museum. —  Vide  Song  No  89. 

Burns  likewise  communicated  the  plaintive  Gaelic  air,  which 
he  obtained  from  a  lady  in  the  north  of  Scotland,  and  of  which 
he  was  remarkably  fond.  The  bard's  own  manuscripts,  both 
of  the  words  and  of  the  music,  are  in  the  present  Editor''s 
possession.  Burns,  it  is  observed,  had  misplaced  some  of  the 
bars  in  the  melody,  which  Mr  Clarke  has  rectified  in  the  Mu- 
seum. The  words  and  music  first  appeared  in  print  in  the 
fifth  volume  of  that  work. 

Burns  never  could  reflect  on  the  unnecessary  and  indis- 
criminate severities  which  the  Duke  of  Cumberland  exerci- 


CCCCXCVIII.-— THE  HIGHLAND  WIDOw's  LAMENT,       487 

sed  on  the  unfortunate  inhabitants  of  the  Highlands  after 
the  battle  of  CuUoden  (fought  on  the  16th  April  1746),  but 
his  heart  thrilled  with  sensations  of  the  deepest  detestation 
and  horror.  In  the  month  of  May  following,  the  Duke  ad- 
vanced as  far  as  Fort  Augustus,  where  he  encamped,  and 
sent  off  detachments  to  ravage  the  whole  country.  "  The 
castles  of  Lovat,  Glengary,  and  Lochiel,  were  destroyed ; 
the  cottages  were  burnt  to  the  ground ;  the  cattle  driven 
away ;  and  the  wives  and  children  of  the  hapless  rebels,  if 
spared  from  conflagration  and  the  sword,  were  driven  out  to 
wander,  houseless  and  without  food,  over  the  desolate  heath. 
So  alert  were  these  ministers  of  vengeance  in  the  execution  of 
their  office,  that  in  a  few  days  there  was  neither  house,  cottage, 
man,  nor  beast,  to  be  seen  within  the  compass  of  Jifty  miles ; 
all  was  ruin,  silence,  and  desolation." — Simpson's  Hist,  of 
Scotland.  The  keen  sensibility  which  these  barbarities  ex- 
cited in  the  feeling  and  susceptible  mind  of  Burns,  gave  rise 
to  several  exquisite  ballads  from  his  versatile  pen,  in  allu- 
sion to  these  horrid  times  of  butchery  and  havoc.  "  The 
Lovely  Lass  of  Inverness ;"  "  It  was  a'  for  our  rightfu' 
King ;"  "  The  Highland  Widow's  Lament ;"  and  several 
other  of  his  songs,  in  the  Museum,  are  proofs  of  this  fact. 

The  present  ballad,  however,  like  many  others  of  our 
great  bard,  has  had  the  misfortune  to  be  disfigured  since  its 
first  publication,  by  three  additional  verses  of  a  modern  poet- 
aster, who  has  neither  paid  regard  to  the  measure  of  the  ori- 
ginal stanzas,  nor  to  tlie  melody  to  which  they  were  adapted. 
Cromek,  as  usual,  first  set  the  example,  in  his  "  Nithsdale  and 
Galloway  Song,"  and  he  has  since  been  copied  by  later  pub- 
lishers of  Scottish  songs.  The  interpolated  verses  are  an- 
nexed, to  enable  the  reader  to  distinguish  the  old  lines  from  the 
spurious. 

"  I  HAE  nocht  left  me  ava, 
Ochon,  ochon,  ochrie ! 
But  bonnie  orphan  lad-weans  twa. 
To  seek  their  bread  wi'  me. 


438      CCCCXC VIII.— THE  HIGHLAND  WIDOw's  LAMENT. 

I  hae  yet  a  tocher  band, 

Ochoiij  ochoiij  ochrie ! 

My  winsome  Donald's  durk  and  bran', 

Into  their  hands  to  gie. 

There's  only  ae  blink  o'  hope  left. 
To  lighten  my  auld  ee. 
To  see  my  bairns  gie  bludie  crowns 
To  them  gar't  Donald  die  ! ! !" 

These  fabricated  stanzas  are  no  more  to  be  compared  with 
the  fine  verses  of  Burns,  than  the  daubings  of  a  sign-painter 
with  the  pictures  of  Raphael. 

ccecxcix. 

GLOOMY   DECEMBER. 

This  charming  and  pathetic  song,  beginning  "  Ance  mair 
I  hail  thee,  thou  gloomy  December,"  was  written  by  Burns  for 
the  Museum.  The  words  are  adapted  to  a  plaintive,  slow  air, 
which  was  also  communicated  by  the  bard.  This  song  was 
originally  intended  for  the  air,  "  Here  awa,  there  awa',  bide 
awa',  WiUie,"  which  would  have  answered  it  far  better ;  but,  as 
that  tune  had  been  printed  in  a  former  part  of  the  Museum, 
Johnson  wished  another  for  the  sake  of  variety. 

D. 
EVAN  BANKS. 

This  fine  song,  beginning  "  Slow  spreads  the  gloom  my 
soul  desires,"  was  likewise  written  by  Burns  for  the  same 
work.  The  words  are  adapted  to  a  slow  air,  taken  from 
Oswald's  Caledonian  Pocket  Companion,  book  i.  page  18,  en- 
titled, "  Green  grows  the  Rashes,"  but  it  is  evidently  the 
same  tune  as  "  Gude  Night  and  Joy  be  wi'  you,"  slightly 
varied. 

Evan  is  a  small  river  in  Dumfries-shire,  in  the  parish  of 
Moffat,  which  takes  its  rise  at  Clydesnan,  very  near  the 
source  of  the  Clyde. 


END  OF  TART  FIFTH. 


[     *439     ] 

ADDITIONAL  ILLUSTRATIONS. 


PART    V. 


CCCCI. 

THE  LASS  OF  INVERNESS. 

This  subject  has  been  finely  treated  by  Mr  Allan  Cun- 
ningham, in  a  pathetic  song  called  "  The  Lovely  Lass  of 
Inverness,"  which  first  appeared  in  Cromek's  Reliques  of 
Nithsdale  and  Galloway  Song. 

ccccix. 

O  GIN  YE  WERE  DEAD,  GUDEMAN. 

"  The  concluding  stanza  of  this  Song  is, 

Then  round  about  the  fire  wi'  a  rung  she  ran. 
An  round  about  the  fire  wi'  a  rung  she  ran. 
An  round,  &c. 

Saying — •  Hand  awa'  your  blue  breeks  frae  me,  gudeman.'  " 

(C.  K.  S.) 

CCCCXI. 
TAM    LIN. 

"  The  name  of  Walter  de  Lynne  is  to  be  found  in  Rag- 
man's Roll.  This  Walter,"  says  Nisbet,  "  is  without  doubt 
the  ancestor  of  the  Lynnes  of  that  ilk,  a  little  ancient  fa- 
mily in  Cuningham,  but  lately  extinct." — The  Christian 
name  of  Thomlyne  occurs  also  in  several  old  Romances. 

"  On  the  subject  of  such  poetical  names,  it  may  be  men- 
tioned here,  that  Tristram  was  the  ancient  appellation  of 
the  Earl  of  Howth's  family,  till  it  was  changed,  owing  to  a 
signal  victory  gained  by  one  of  the  chiefs  on  St  Laurence's 
day."  {Vide  Pedigree  of  the  Earls  of  Howth,  in  the  Irish 
Peerage.) 

*2  1 


440  *  TAM  LIN. 

"  It  is  remarkable  that  none  of  our  Scotish  ballads  eon- 
tains  the  names,  or  is  founded  on  any  incident  to  be  met  with 
in  the  collections  of  Ossianic  poetry,  as  far  as  I  have  ever 
observed;  this  cannot  easily  be  accounted  for;  as  many 
picturesque  stories  are  set  forth  in  these  poems,  which  prob- 
ably, if  the  whole  be  not  a  dream,  must  have  been  familiar 
to  the  Scotish  Lowlanders." — (C.  K.  S.) 

The  account  given  of  Wood's  MS.  1566,  at  pages  369, 
407,  &e.,  is  not  quite  accurate.  The  volume  quoted  as  "  Mr 
Blackwood's  MSS."  is  now  in  my  possession,  and  is  unques- 
tionably an  interesting  relique  of  its  kind,  although  of  less 
antiquity  than  Mr  S.  has  assigned  to  it.  The  Medley 
which  he  quotes,  was  not  written  by  Wood  in  1566,  but 
has  been  inserted,  along  with  various  miscellaneous  airs, 
by  a  different  hand,  probably  between  1600  and  1620. 
The  Medley  itself  is  contained  along  with  the  "  Pleugh 
Song,"  in  the  second  edition  of  the  "  Cantus,  &c,"  printed  at 
Aberdeen,  1666.   See  the  Introduction  to  the  present  work. 

CCCCXIII. 
AULD  LANGSYNE. 

In  Watson's  Collection  of  Scots  Poems,  Part  III. 
Edinb.  1711.  8vo,  there  is  a  poem  entitled  "  Old  Long- 
syne,"  written  about  the  middle  of  the  17th  century.  It 
contains  ten  stanzas,  divided  into  two  parts,  of  which  the 
first  and  sixth  stanzas  may  serve  as  a  specimen.  It  is  prob- 
ably an  English  ballad,  and  founded  upon  one  of  an  earlier 
date. 

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  ? 


AULD  LANGSYNE.  *441 

If  e'er  I  have  a  house,  my  Dear, 

That  truly  is  call'd  mine. 
And  can  aiFord  but  country  cheer. 

Or  ought  that's  good  therein  ; 
Tho'  thou  wert  Rebel  to  the  King, 

And  beat  with  wind  and  rain, 
Assure  thyself  of  welcome  Love, 

For  Old-long-syne. 


ccccxxv. 

THE  BOATIE  ROWS. 

Burns  has  attributed  this  Song  to  a  person  whose  death 
was  thus  announced  in  the  Obituaries  of  the  time. 

"  Oct.  21,  1821— Died  at  Aberdeen,  in  the  80th  year  of 
his  age,  John  Ewen,  Esq.,  who  was  a  most  useful  member 
of  society,  and  one  of  the  most  respectable  public  charac- 
ters of  that  place  for  more  than  half  a  century.  His  exer- 
tions in  favour  of  charitable  institutions,  and  for  every  in- 
dividual case  of  distress  that  came  under  his  notice,  were 
zealous  and  unremitting;  his  conduct,  as  connected  with 
public  aifairs,  was  strictly  disinterested;  while  his  great 
information  on  subjects  of  general  interest,  merited,  upon 
all  occasions,  the  respectful  attention  of  the  community. 
Strangers  visiting  Aberdeen,  who  very  frequently  had  in- 
troductions to  Mr  Ewen,  will  long  recollect  his  assiduous 
and  polite  attentions.  Though  not  a  native  of  Aberdeen, 
he  had  long  been  regarded  as  one  of  her  most  eminent  citi- 
zens. With  the  exception  of  various  sums  left  to  the  pub- 
lic charities  of  Aberdeen,  he  has  bequeathed  the  bulk  of  his 
property  (perhaps  L.15,000  or  L.  16,000)  to  the  Magis- 
trates and  Clergy  of  Montrose,  for  the  purpose  of  founding 
an  Hospital,  similar  to  Gordon's  Hospital  of  Aberdeen,  for 
the  maintenance  and  education  of  boys." — {Scots  Magazine^ 
1821,  p.  620.) 

This  bequest  gave  rise  to  a  protracted  litigation,  in  the 
course  of  which,  the  conduct  of  "  this  respectable  pub- 
lic character,"  in  his  family  settlements,  appeared  in  a  very 


442  *  THE  BOATIE  ROWS. 

singular  point  of  view.  He  was  not,  however,  a  person  of 
so  much  note  as  to  make  it  worth  while  to  state  all  the  par- 
ticulars ;  but  the  following  notice  has  been  kindly  commu- 
nicated by  James  Maidment,  Esq.,  Advocate,  who  was  one 
of  the  counsel  employed. 

"  John  Ewen  was  born  in  Montrose — he  was  of  humble 
origin,  and  his  parents  had  not  the  means  of  giving  him 
almost  any  education.  His  frugality  and  industry  having 
early  in  life  enabled  him  to  scrape  together  a  few  pounds, 
he  went  to  Aberdeen  in  1760,  and  set  up  a  small  hardware 
shop  for  the  sale  of  goods. 

"  From  1760  to  1766,  Mr  Ewen  was  not  particularly 
prosperous,  but  in  the  last- mentioned  year,  he  bettered  his 
circumstances  by  marrying  Janet  Middleton,  one  of  the 
two  daughters  of  John  Middleton,  yarn  and  stocking-maker, 
Aberdeen,  and  of  Elizabeth  Mac-Kombie,  his  wife.  In 
right  of  this  lady,  whose  father  was  then  dead,  Mr  Ewen 
became  possessor  of  one-half  of  the  property  (chiefly  herit- 
able) of  his  deceased  father-in-law.  On  the  27th  Dec. 
1 766,  a  postnuptial  contract  of  marriage  was  entered  into 
between  the  husband  and  wife,  by  which  she  conveys  to 
her  husband  her  place  of  the  heritage,  which  consisted  of 
certain  tenements  in  Aberdeen,  a  bond  for  L.lOO,  and  cer- 
tain furniture  valued  at  L.43,  7s.  He,  in  return,  conveyed 
to  her,  in  case  of  her  surviving  him,  all  his  moveable  ef- 
fects ;  but  declaring,  that  if  a  child  or  children  be  alive  at 
the  dissolution  of  the  marriage  by  Ewen's  death,  that,  in 
that  case,  her  right  should  be  restricted  to  one-half  of  the 
furniture,  and  an  annuity  of  L.IO  per  annum.  In  case  of 
his  survivance,  and  there  being  issue,  he  became  bound  to 
give  them  all  his  property,  heritable  or  moveable,  which  he 
might  die  possessed  of. 

"  Mrs  Ewen   did  not  long  survive  after  giving  birth 

-  to  a  daughter.    This  young  lady  married  in  1787.    As  Mr 

Ewen's  parsimony  effectually  prevented  him  making  any 

suitable  provision  on  this  occasion,  and  as  his  son-in-law  had 


THE  BOATIE  ROWS.  -  *  443 

only  the  fortune  of  a  younger  brother,  the  newly-married 
pair  resolved  to  leave  Scotland,  and  try  their  fortune  in  a 
foreign  clime.  This  circumstance,  perhaps,  originally  in- 
duced the  father  to  think  of  devoting  his  accumulations  to 
the  endowment  of  an  hospital ;  however,  as  the  conditions 
of  the  marriage-contract  with  Miss  Middleton  necessarily 
fettered  him,  he  resolved  to  endeavour  to  procure  a  dis- 
charge of  the  provisions  in  the  deed,  upon  payment  of 
small  sum  of  money.  This  he  was  enabled  to  effect,  and 
he  thereupon  became  absolute  and  unlimited  master  of  pro- 
perty, real  and  personal,  of  considerable  value. 

"  Ewen  died  in  Oct.  1821,  never  having  taken  a  second 
wife,  and  leaving  behind  him  a  very  ample  fortune,  which 
on  deathbed  he  devised  to  trustees  for  the  purpose  of  en- 
dowing an  hospital  at  Montrofee,  upon  a  similar  footing 
with  that  of  Gordon's  at  Aberdeen.  This  settlement  was 
challenged  by  his  daughter ;  and  after  various  conflicting 
decisions,  was,  to  the  satisfaction  of  every  one,  finally  set 
aside  by  the  House  of  Peers,  on  the    17th  Nov.  1810,  on  ( 

the  clear  legal  ground,  which  had  been  very  superficially 
considered  in  the  Court  below,  that  the  deed  was  void,  in 
consequence  of  its  uncertainty  and  want  of  precision  both  as 
to  the  sum  to  be  accumulated  by  the  trustees  before  they 
were  to  commence  building  the  hospital,  and  as  to  the 
number  of  boys  to  be  educated  in  it  when  built." 

A  full  report  of  this  lawsuit  is  contained  in  Wilson  and 
Shaw's  "  Cases  decided  in  the  House  of  Lords  on  Appeal 
from  the  Courts  of  Scotland,"  vol.  iv.  p.  346-361. 

In  the  Museum,  three  different  sets  of  this  popular  air 
are  given.  The  following  verses,  written  by  Joanna  Bail- 
lie,  for  Mr  Thomson's  Collection,  are  here  copied  from 
that  work,  which  is  enriched  with  several  others  by  the 
same  lady.  She  has  imbibed  so  much  of  the  true  character 
and  feeling  of  our  older  lyric  poetry,  that  it  is  matter  of  re- 
gret she  had  not  directed  herself  more  to  this  branch  of 
composition. 


444  *  THE  BOATIE  ROWS. 

O  swiftly  glides  the  bonny  boat. 

Just  parted  from  the  shore ; 
And  to  the  Fisher's  chorus  note. 

Soft  moves  the  dipping  oar. 
His  toils  are  borne  with  happy  cheer. 

And  ever  may  they  speed. 
That  feeble  age  and  helpmate  dear. 

And  tender  bairnies  feed. 

We  cast  our  lines  in  Largo  bay. 

Our  nets  are  floating  wide. 
Our  bomiy  boat  with  yielding  sway. 

Rocks  lightly  on  the  tide  : 
And  happy  prove  our  daily  lot. 

Upon  the  summer  sea ; 
And  blest  on  land  our  kindly  cot 

Where  all  our  treasures  be. 

The  Mermaid  on  her  rock  may  sing. 

The  Witch  may  weave  her  charm. 
Nor  Water-sprite  nor  eldrich  thing 

The  bonny  boat  can  harm. 
It  safely  bears  its  scaly  store 

Thro'  many  a  stormy  gale, 
While  joyful  shouts  rise  from  the  shore. 

Its  homeward  prow  to  hail. 
We  cast  our  lines  in  Largo  bay,  &c. 

CCCCXXIX. 

AS  SYLVIA  IN  A  FOREST  LAY. 

This  song,  as  stated  at  page  381,  appeared  in  Ramsay's 
Tea- Table  Miscellany.  The  following  passage,  in  a  letter 
of  Malloch's,  dated  Dreghorn,  10th  Sept.  1722,  seems  to 
refer  to  that  collection,  which  is  usually  considered  to  have 
been  first  published  in  1724.  "  I  saw  Captain  Hamilton 
(of  Gilbertfield)  some  time  ago  in  Edinburgh.  He  has 
made  public  his  Life  of  Wallace  ;  and,  at  the  same  time,  so 
far  sunk  his  character  with  people  of  taste,  that  he  is  thought 
to  have  treated  his  hero  as  unmercifully  as  did  Edward  of 
old.  'Tis  the  fate  of  Wallace  to  be  always  murdered.  Mr 
Ramsay,  again,  aspires  no  higher  than  humble  Sonnets  at 
present.     He  has  published  several  collections  of  Scotch 


AS  SYLVIA  IN  A  FOREST  LAY.  *  445 

Songs,  and  wonderfully  obliged  the  young  creatures  of  both 
sexes ;  the  men,  by  giving  them  an  opportunity  of  letting 
the  world  see  they  are  amongst  the  number  of  those  Quos 
(Bquus  amavit  Apollo ;  and  the  women,  by  making  public 
those  pretty  love-songs,  where  their  sparkling  eyes,  rosy 
cheeks,  and  snowy  breasts,  are  so  tenderly  described.  His 
Miscellany  Songs  are  wrote  by  various  hands.  These  are 
the  present  entertainments  in  town." 

The  above  is  an  extract  from  one  of  a  series  of  original 
letters  by  Malloch,  addressed  to  Professor  Ker  of  Aber- 
deen, between  the  years  1720  and  1727.  It  is  to  be  regret- 
ted that  he  has  not  described  more  particularly  the  vari- 
ous hands  "  that  wrote  these  Miscellany  Songs."  See 
page  *383. — Malloch's  letters,  which  are  printed  in  "  The 
Edinburgh  Magazine  or  Literary  Miscellany"  for  1793, 
contain  a  number  of  curious  literary  notices,  including  some 
particulars  of  his  own  life. 

Mr  Stenhouse  has,  not  only  in  this  place,  erroneously  as- 
cribed, "  As  Sylvia  in  a  forest  lay,"  to  Malloch,  or  Mallet, 
but  in  a  former  note,  at  page  58,  he  has  very  superfluously 
inserted  the  whole  of  the  song  verbatim,  (also  calling  it  one 
of  Mallet's  earliest  compositions,)  overlooking,  I  presume, 
the  circumstance  that  it  occurred  in  this  volume  of  the  Mu- 
seum. The  author  of  the  song  was  Joseph  Mitchell,  a 
countryman  of  Mallet's,  who,  like  him,  had  proceeded  to 
London  to  better  his  fortune.  He  was  the  author  of  one 
or  two  dramatic  pieces,  as  well  as  poems,  and  has  been  no- 
ticed by  Mr  S.  at  pages  54  and  59.  See  also  an  account 
of  his  life  in  Chalmers's  Biographical  Dictionary,  vol.  xxii. 
p.  204. 

That  Mitchell  was  the  author  of  this  song  is  indubitable, 
as  it  is  contained  with  some  variations,  under  the  title  of 
"  Sylvia's  Moan,"  in  vol.  ii.  p.  236,  of  the  collection  of  his 
"  Poems  on  Several  Occasions,"  Lond.  1729,  2  vols, 
large  8vo. 

Another  song  by  Mitchell,  well  known  as  "  the  Duke  of 


i'S 


446  *  AS  SY1.VIA  IN  A  FOREST  LAY. 

Argyle's  Levee,"  has  been  usually  attributed  to  Lord  Bin- 
ning. The  following  letter  on  the  subject,  was  written,  I 
believe,  by  Sir  David  Dalrymple,  Lord  Hailes,  and  is  copied 
from  the  Edinburgh  Magazine  for  April  1786. 

*'  The  ballad  known  under  the  name  of  '  Argyle's  Levee' 
has  been  often  printed,  and  Lord  Binning  has  been  held 
out  to  the  public  as  its  author. 

"  It  is  fit  that  the  public  should  at  length  be  undeceived. 
That  Lord  Binning  was  the  author  of  that  satirical  ballad, 
is  reported  on  no  better  authority  than  a  vague  popular 
rumour. 

"  To  this  I  oppose,  first,  the  mild  character  of  that  young 
nobleman,  who  was  a  wit  indeed,  but  without  malice.  Se- 
condly, the  assertion  of  his  brother,  who  told  me,  that  Lord 
Binning,  before  he  went  to  Naples,  where  he  died,  solemnly 
declared,  that  it  was  not  he,  but  one  Mitchell,  the  author  of 
a  book  of  poems,  who  wrote  that  ballad. 

"  Should  any  person  wish  to  know  who  it  is  who  gives 
you  this  information,  he  shall  be  satisfied  on  leaving  his 
address  with  you.  I  do  not  choose  to  let  my  name  be  seen 
in  a  magazine ;  but  I  am  ready  to  satisfy  the  curiosity  of 
any  person  who  wishes  to  be  satisfied,  at  the  expense  of 
giving  up  a  popular  opinion, 

"  Give  me  leave  to  add,  that  the  notes  subjoined  to  the 
ballad,  are  incorrect  and  unsatisfactory.  It  would  be  easy 
for  me  to  explain  the  obscure  passages  in  it ;  but  it  would 
be  a  task  equally  disagreeable  and  useless,  to  point  out  the 
meaning  of  obsolete  scandal." 

Charles  Hamilton,  Lord  Binning,  the  eldest  son  of 
Thomas  sixth  Earl  of  Haddington,  was  born  in  the  year 
1696.  He  served  as  a  volunteer,  along  with  his  father,  at 
the  battle  of  Sherriffmuir,  13th  of  November  1715.  A 
song  in  praise  of  j$]milius,  supposed  to  be  written  by  him 
while  a  youth,  in  his  own  commendation,  contains  a  jocular 
allusion  to  his  father's  terror  during  that  conflict  with  the 


AS  SYLVIA  IN  A  FOREST  LAY.  *  447 

rebels.  Lord  Binning  is  allowed  to  have  had  a  fine  genius 
for  lyric  poetry,  and  was  much  beloved  for  his  amiable  dis- 
position. He  married  Rachel,  daughter  of  George  Baillie 
of  Jerviswood,  by  his  wife  Lady  Grissel  Baillie. 

It  is  singular  that  his  much  admired  pastoral  Song, 
"  Ungrateful  Nanny,"  should  not  have  found  a  place  in  the 
Musical  Museum.  It  is  no  doubt  full  of  conceits  somewhat 
unsuited  to  such  a  composition;  but  there  are  not  many 
pastorals  of  that  age  superior  to  it  for  elegance  of  expres- 
sion and  easy  flow  of  verse ;  and  if  ladies  and  gentlemen 
will  assume  the  character  of  shepherdesses  and  shepherds, 
they  will  not  incur  any  disgrace  should  they  indite  such 
strains  as  the  following  song. 

UNGllATEFUL  NANNY, 

Did  ever  swain  a  nymph  aJure, 

As  I  ungrateful  Nanny  do  ? 
Was  ever  shepherd's  heart  so  sore  ? 

Was  ever  broken  heart  so  true  ? 
My  cheeks  are  swell'd  with  tears,  but  she 
Has  never  shed  a  tear  for  me. 

If  Nanny  call'd,  did  Robin  stay. 

Or  linger  when  she  bid  me  run  ? 
She  only  had  the  word  to  say, 

And  all  she  ask'd  was  quickly  done : 
I  always  thought  on  her,  but  she 
Would  ne'er  bestow  a  thought  on  me. 

To  let  her  cows  my  clover  taste. 

Have  I  not  rose  by  break  of  day  ? 
When  did  her  heifers  ever  fast. 

If  Robin  in  his  yard  had  hay  ? 
Though  to  my  fields  they  welcome  were, 
I  never  welcome  was  to  her. 

If  Nanny  ever  lost  a  sheep, 

I  cheerfully  did  give  her  two : 
Did  not  her  lambs  in  safety  sleep. 

Within  my  folds  in  frost  and  snow  ? 
Have  they  not  there  from  cold  been  free. 
But  Nanny  still  is  cold  to  me. 


448  *  AS  SYLVIA  IN  A  FOREST  LAY. 

Whene'er  I  climb'd  our  orchard  trees. 

The  ripest  fruit  was  kept  for  Nan ; 
Oh,  how  those  hands  that  drown'd  her  bees 

Were  stung !  I'll  ne'er  forget  the  pain. 
Sweet  were  the  combs  as  sweet  could  be 
But  Nanny  ne'er  look'd  sweet  on  me, 

If  Nanny  to  the  well  did  come, 

'Twas  I  that  did  her  pitcher  fill ; 
Full  as  they  were  I  brought  them  home. 

Her  corn  I  carried  to  the  mill : 
My  back  did  bear  her  sacks,  but  she 
Would  never  bear  the  sight  of  me. 

To  Nanny's  poultry  oats  I  gave, 

I'm  sure  they  always  had  the  best ; 
Within  this  week  her  pigeons  have 

Eat  up  a  peck  of  peas  at  least : 
Her  little  pigeons  kiss,  but  she 
Would  never  take  a  kiss  from  me. 

Must  Robin  always  Nanny  woo  ? 

And  Nanny  still  on  Robin  frown  ? 
Alas,  poor  wretch  !  what  shall  I  do. 

If  Nanny  does  not  love  me  soon  ? 
If  no  relief  to  me  she'll  bring, 
I'll  hang  me  in  her  apron  string. 

Lord  Binning  died  at  Naples,  the  27th  of  December 
1732,  O.S.,  in  his  36th  year,  whither  he  had  gone,  with 
some  of  his  relations,  for  the  sake  of  his  health. 

An  epitaph  on  Lord  Binning,  by  Hamilton  of  Bangour, 
occurs  in  his  Poems,  p.  82,  edit.  1760,  12mo. 


ccccxxxix. 

THE  ROCK  AND  THE  WEE  PICKLE  TOW. 

Alexander  Ross  was  born  on  the  13th  of  April  1699, 
in  the  parish  of  Kincardine  O'Neill,  Aberdeenshire ;  and 
passed  through  a  regular  course  of  study  at  Marischal  Col- 
lege, where  he  took  his  degree  of  A.M.  in  the  year  1718. 
In  1726  he  was  appointed  schoolmaster  of  Lochlee,  in  the 


THE  ROCK  AND  THE  WEE  PICKLE  TOW.     *  449 

county  of  Angus  ;  and  in  this  secluded  and  romantic  spot 
he  continued  in  the  humble  discharge  of  that  office  during  the 
long  period  of  fifty-six  years.  He  died  on  the  20th  of  May 
1784,  in  the  eighty-sixth  year  of  his  age.  His  principal 
work,  "  Helenore,  or  the  Fortunate  Shepherdess,"  a  pas- 
toral tale,  was  first  published  at  Aberdeen,  1768,  8vo,  and 
has  passed  through  several  editions.  To  the  latest  edition, 
printed  at  Dundee,  1812,  small  8vo,  there  is  prefixed  a 
minute  and  interesting  account  of  the  author's  life,  by  his 
grandson,  the  Rev.  Alexander  Thomson,  minister  of  Len- 
trathen.  It  is  to  be  regretted,  however,  that  Ross's  mis- 
cellaneous poems  had  not  been  added  to  the  volume. 


CCCCXL. 
TIBBIE  FOWLER  O'  THE  GLEN. 

Mr  R.  Chambers,  in  his  collection  of  "  Scottish 
Songs,"  has  the  following  note  on  this  song  :  "  Said  to  have 
been  written  by  the  Rev.  Dr  Strachan,  late  minister  of 
Carnwath,  although  certainly  grounded  upon  a  song  of 
older  standing,  the  name  of  which  is  mentioned  in  the  Tea- 
Table  Miscellany.  The  two  first  verses  of  the  song  ap- 
peared in  Herd's  Collection,  1776.  There  is  a  tradition  at 
Leith,  that  Tibbie  Fowler  was  a  real  person,  and  married, 
sometime  during  the  seventeenth  century,  to  the  represen- 
tative of  the  attainted  family  of  Logan  of  Restalrig,  whose 
town  house,  dated  1636,  is  still  pointed  out  at  the  head  of 
a  street  in  Leith,  called  the  Sheriff- Brae.  The  marriage 
contract  between  Logan  and  Isabella  Fowler  is  still  extant, 
in  the  possession  of  a  gentleman  resident  at  Leith. — See 
Campbell's  History  of  Leith,  note,  p.  314."  (vol.  ii.  p. 
378.) 

Unfortunately,  we  cannot  rely  on  the  above  appropria- 
tion of  this  song,  for  the  simple  reason,  that  there  was  no 
Dr  Strachan,  minister  of  Carnwath,  during  at  least  the  last 
three  hundred  years. 


450  *  WALY,  WALY. 

CCCCXLVI. 
WALY,  WALY. 

In  his  previous  note  on  this  pathetic  song-,  at  page  147, 
Mr  Stenhouse  has  quoted  some  lines  from  Wood's  MS.; 
but  that  portion  of  the  MS.  was  written  long  subsequent 
to  1566.     See  Note  ccccxi.  at  page  *  439. 

"  In  the  West  country  (says  Burns),  I  have  heard  a 
different  edition  of  the  second  stanza.  Instead  of  the  four 
lines  beginning,  '  When  Cockle-shells,'  &c.,  the  other  way 
ran  thus : 

«  O  wherefore  need  I  busk  my  head. 
Or  wherefore  need  I  kame  my  hair. 
Sin'  my  fause  love  has  me  forsook. 
And  says,  he'll  never  luve  me  mair  !' " 

Reliques,  p.  245. 

CCCCLI. 
HALLOW  FAIR. 

Robert  Fergusson,  the  eminent  but  unfortunate  pre- 
cursor of  Burns,  was  born  at  Edinburgh  on  the  17th  of 
October  1750.  He  received  part  of  his  elementary  edu- 
cation at  Dundee,  and,  with  the  view  of  coming  out  for  the 
Church,  he  was  sent  to  pursue  his  studies  at  St  Andrew's. 
Circumstances  having  occurred  to  make  him  change  his 
views,  he  came  to  Edinburgh,  and  was  chiefly  employed  in 
copying  law-papers  in  the  office  of  the  Commissary-clerk. 
At  the  same  time,  he  became  a  stated  contributor  of  verses 
to  Ruddiman's  Weekly  Magazine,  while  his  convivial  talents 
led  him  to  indulge  too  much  in  idle  society.  He  died  on  the 
16th  of  October  1774,  aged  twenty-four,  at  the  time  of  life 
when  it  might  have  been  expected  that  the  brilliant  pro- 
mises of  his  youthful  genius  would  have  been  realized ^  It 
is  a  beautiful  and  an  affecting  incident  in  Burns's  life,  that 
one  of  his  first  acts,  after  he  himself  had  acquired  any  de- 
gree of  public  fame,  was  to  raise  a  humble  monument  to 
Fergusson's  memory,   by   erecting  at  his  own  expense  a 


'"■t-A 


HALLOW  FAIR.  *451 

headstone  over  his  grave,  in  the  Canongate  churchyard.  It 
is  certainly  not  creditable  to  the  literature  of  Scotland, 
that  no  decently  printed  edition  of  his  Poems  has  ever  ap- 
peared. 

It  may  b&noticed,  in  proof  of  Fergusson's  early  celebrity, 
that  some  of  his  songs  were  sung  at  the  Theatre- Royal, 
Edinburgh,  while  he  himself  subsisted  as  a  drudge  by  copy- 
ing deeds,  at  about  twopence  a  page.  The  following  is  the 
title  and  the  names  of  the  actors  in  the  English  Opera  of 
Artaxerxes,  as  performed  at  Edinburgh,  in  1769. 

"  Artaxerxes,  an  English  Opera,  as  it  is  performed  at 
the  Theatre-Royal,  Edinburgh.  The  Music  composed  by 
Tho.  Aug.  Arne,  Mus.  Doc.  with  the  addition  of  Three  fa- 
vourite Scots  airs.  The  words  by  Mr  R.  Fergusson. 
Edin.  printed  by  Martin  and  Wotherspoon,  1769."  12mo. — 
The  performers  were : — Artaxerxes,  Mr  Ross^  Artabanes, 
Mr  Phillips — Arbaces,  Mr  Tenducci  —  Rimenes,  Mrs 
Woodman — Mandane,  by  **** — Semira,  Miss  Brown. — 
The  actress  whose  name  is  left  blank,  was  Madame  Ten- 
ducci. 

CCCCLVI. 
MY  BONNIE  LIZZIE  BAILLIE. 

"  The  heroine  of  this  song  was  a  daughter  of  Baillie  of 
Castle  Carey,  and  sister,  as  it  is  said,  to  the  wife  of  Mac- 
farlane  of  Gartartan.  A  MS.  copy  of  the  verses,  of  some 
antiquity,  commences  thus  :" — (C.  K.  S.) 

It  was  in  and  about  the  Martinmass, 
When  the  leaves  were  fresh  and  green, 

Lizzie  Baillie's  to  Gartartan  gane. 
To  see  her  sister  Jean. 

She  was  nae  in  Gartartan 

But  a  little  whUe, 
When  luck  and  fortune  happen'd  her. 

And  she  gaed  to  the  Isle.  ^ 

When  she  gaed  to  the  bonny  Isle, 
She  met  wi'  Duncan  Grahame  ; 


452  *  THE  BROOM  BIjOOMS  BONNY. 

Sae  bravely  as  he  courted  her. 

And  he  convoy'd  her  hame. 

My  bonnie  Lizzie  Baillie,  &c. 

CCCCLXI. 
THE  BROOM  BLOOMS  BONNY, 
*'  Is  now  printed  complete  in  Mr  Motherwell's  collection 
of  Scotish  ballads,  p.  90."— (C.  K.  S.) 

The  following  verses  to  this  air,  are  by  Captain  Skir- 
ting, to  whom  I  have  been  indebted  for  other  communi- 
cations. 

To  THE  Tune  of  "  Til  never  gae  down  the  Broom.^' 
He  courted  her  kindly,  consent  was  avow'd, 
The  hawk  soars  high,  but  the  lure's  in  his  e'e  ; 
Her  interest  procured  him  a  kirk  well  endow'd. 
But  it's  hard  to  divine  what  we're  destined  to  dree. 

He  found  one  more  wealthy,  although  somewhat  old. 
The  hawk  soars  high,  but  the  lure's  in  his  e'e ; 
The  kirk  was  secure  ;  lo !  he  grasp' d  at  the  gold. 
But  it's  hard  to  divine  what  we're  destined  to  dree. 

Her  friends,  much  incensed,  have  recourse  to  the  law. 
The  hawk  soars  high,  but  the  lure's  in  his  e'e ; 
The  wise  say  'tis  safer  to  baud  than  to  draw. 
But  it's  hard  to  divine  what  we're  destined  to  dree. 

The  last  now  is  first,  but  she's  caught  by  a  knave. 
The  hawk  soars  high,  but  the  lure's  in  his  e'e ; 
The  first  may  at  last  come  in  peace  to  her  grave. 
But  it's  hard  to  divine  what  we're  destined  to  dree. 


CCCCLXIII. 
THE  LASS  THAT  WINNA  SIT  DOUN. 

Mr  Alexander  Robertson,  Engraver,  who  rang  the 
music-bells  of  this  city  for  many  years,  and  was  the  writer  of 
this  song,  died  at  Edinburgh,  22d  of  September  1819. 
The  followiner  notices  of  him  are  derived  from  the  Council 
Registers.     On  the   14th  of  December  1785,  Alexander 


THE  LASS  THAT  WINNA  SIT  DOUN.  *  453 

Robertson,  residenter  in  Edinburgh,  was  appointed  joint 
ringer  of  the  music-bells.  From  an  act,  15th  of  March 
1809,  it  would  seem  that  the  whole  ofiice  had  then  devolved 
on  him,  for  it  is  ordered  that  he  draw  the  whole  salary.  On 
the  13th  of  October  1819  (three  weeks  after  his  decease), 
sundry  petitions  for  the  vacant  office  were  laid  before  the 
Council ;  and,  on  the  1 7  th  of  November  following,  the  Coun- 
cil ordered  a  quarter's  salary  to  be  paid  to  John  Menzies, 
engraver,  "to  enable  him  to  defray  the  expense  of  the 
funeral  of  Alexander  Robertson,  late  performer  on  the 
music-bells."  His  original  coadjutor,  as  ringer,  was  a 
Mr  John   Hay,  the  son  of  a  Scots  merchant,   settled  at 

Dantzic (See  Kay's  Edinburgh  Portraits,  vol.  ii.  p.  129.) 

It  is  well  known  that  there  is  a  very  complete  set  of  music- 
bells  in  St  Giles's  church,  and  the  old  custom  of  plajdng 
on  them  daily  between  the  hours  of  one  and  two  o'clock,  is 
still  kept  up,  although  that  hour  of  dinner,  and  the  practice 
of  merchants  and  tradesmen  in  the  town  then  shutting  up 
their  shops,  are  completely  changed.  As  stated  at  page 
405,  Robertson  continued  for  many  years  (at  least  from 
1783  to  1799)  to  engrave  the  views  of  gentlemen's  seats 
which  adorn  the  pages  of  the  Edinburgh  Magazines,  in  a 
style  that  quite  suited  the  literary  department  of  these  peri- 
odicals. 

CCCCLXVI. 
THE  CHERRIE  AND  THE  SLAE. 
The  verses  in  the  Museum,  are  merely  the  first  four 
stanzas  of  "  The  Cherrie  and  the  Slae,"  the  well-known 
poem,  by  Captain  Alexander  Montgomery;  whereas,  Mr 
S.,  in  his  note  at  p.  406,  describes  them  as  a  "  very  singular 
ballad,"  evidently  imagining  them  to  be  something  quite 
different.  Neither  are  these  verses  contained  in  Bannatyne's 
MS.,  which  has  only  a  few  of  the  minor  compositions  by 
Montgomery,  and  which  undoubtedly  were  inserted  in  the 


454*  THE   CHERRIE  AND  THE  SLAB. 

MS.  at  a  later  period  than  1568,  when  the  greater  part  of 
the  volume  was  written.  In  fact,  there  is  no  evidence  of  this 
elegant  and  accomplished  poet  having  written  any  thing 
prior  to  1584 ;  and  as  "  The  Banks  of  Helicon,"  which  is 
preserved  in  Sir  R.  Maitland's  MSS.  is  anonymous,  it  has 
been  attributed  to  him  only  by  conjecture.  A  collected 
edition  of  Montgomery's  Poems,  most  of  which,  with  the 
exception  of  "  The  Cherrie  and  the  Slae,"  and  "  The  Flyt- 
ing,"  had  remained  unpublished,  appeared  in  one  vol.  at 
Edinburgh,  1821,  small  8vo. 

"  There  is  an  admirable  portrait  of  Lady  Margaret 
Montgomerie,  Countess  of  Winton,  the  supposed  heroine 
of  '  The  Cherrie  and  the  Slae,'  in  the  possession  of  Mr 
Hay  of  Drummelzier." — (C.  K.  S.) 

The  MS.  containing  the  air  "  The  Banks  of  Helicon," 
which  Mr  S.  (at  p.  407)  mentions  as  having  belonged  to  the 
Rev.  Mr  Cranstoun  and  to  Dr  Leyden,  was  presented  by 
the  latter  to  Mr  Heber ;  and,  since  the  dispersion  of  his 
princely  collection,  it  has  found  a  place  of  repository  in  the 
Advocates'  Library. 

Mr  S.  further  says  that  this  song,  "  The  Banks  of 
Helicon,"  "  was  probably  composed  on  the  beautiful  but  un- 
fortunate Mary  Queen  of  Scots ;"  but  there  is  no  evidence 
for  such  a  supposition.  It  was,  indeed,  composed  during 
her  life,  which  is  more  than  can  be  asserted  of  the  once 
popular  song,  "  Ye  meaner  beauties  of  the  Night,"  in- 
serted by  Allan  Ramsay,  in  his  Tea-table  Miscellany,  as  a 
song,  "  said  to  be  made  in  honour  of  our  Sovereign  Lady 
'U*4'»*<i||  Mary,  Queen  of  Scots."  Mr  R.  Chambers,  in  his  "  Scot- 
'  '  '  tish  Songs,"  (vol.  ii.,  p.  562),  improving  upon  this  title, 


^ 


adds,  "  said  to  have  been  written  hy  Lord  Darnley^  in  praise 
of  the  beauty  of  Queen  Mary,  before  their  marriage ."  It 
was  in  fact  written  by  Sir  Henry  Wotton,  "  on  his  mis- 
tress, the  Queen  of  Bohemia,"  probably  thirty  years  after 
that  Queen's  grandmother,  the  unfortunate  Mary,  had 
been  beheaded.  (Reliquise  Wottonianse,  p.  381,  Lond.  1685, 
8vo.) 


THK   HIGHLAND   LADDIE.  *  455 

CCCCLXVII. 
THE  HIGHLAND  LADDIE. 
Among  Burns's  communications  for  the  Musical  Museum, 
he  sent  the  following  verses  of  a  well-known  Jacobite  Song, 
but  of  which  Johnson  did  not  avail  himself.  The  Song 
itself  is  printed  in  Hogg's  Jacobite  Relics,  vol.  i.  p.  146, 
under  the  title,  "  What  murrain  now  has  ta'en  the  Whigs," 
although  a  better  set  might  have  been  found.  In  Burns's 
MS.,  the  verses  are  entitled — 

THE  GERMAN  LAIRDIE. 

What  merriment  has  ta'en  the  Whigs, 

I  think  they  ha'e  gaen  mad,  sir, 
Wi'  playing  up  their  Whiggish  jigs. 

Their  dancin'  may  be  sad,  sir. 

CHORUS. 

Sing,  heedle  liltie,  teedle  liltie 

Andum,  tandum,  tandie ; 
Sing  fal  de  dal,  de  dal,  lal,  lal. 

Sing  howdle  liltie  dandie. 

The  Revolution  principles 

Has  put  their  heads  in  bees,  sir. 
They're  a'  fa' en  out  amang  themsels, 

Deil  tak  the  first  that  grees,  sir. 
Sing  heedle,  &c. 

CCCCLXIX. 
CHRONICLE  OF  THE  HEART. 
Dr  Thomas  Blacklock,  the  author  of  this  Song,  had 
been  a  frequent  contributor  to  the  Museum,  but  he  was 
dead  some  years  before  this  volume  appeared.  His  life  has 
been  so  often  written,  that  it  may  suffice  to  mention  that 
he  was  born  at  Annan  in  the  year  1721,  and  lost  his  sight 
by  the  smallpox  in  infancy  ;  that  he  studied  for  the  Scotish 
church,  and  was  licensed  to  preach  in  1759  ;  but  his  blind- 
ness proved  the  means  of  preventing  his  settlement  as  a 
parochial  minister  :  and  that  after  this  time  he  continued  to 
reside  in  Edinburgh,  devoting  the  remainder  of  his  life  to 

*2k 


456  *  CHRONICLE  OF  THE  HEART. 

literary  pursuits,  and  was  much  respected.  In  1766,  the 
degree  of  Doctor  of  Divinity  was  conferred  on  him  by 
Marischal  College,  Aberdeen.  He  died  at  Edinburgh  in 
July  1791,  in  the  seventieth  year  of  his  age. 

CCCCLXXIII. 
AULD    KING   COWL. 
It  is  a  mistake  to  attribute  the  Interlude  of  the  Droich's 
(or  Dwarf's)  part  of  the   Play,  quoted  at  p.  418,  to  Sir 
David  Lyndsay. — See  Dunbar's  Poems,  vol.  ii.  p.  410. 

CCCCLXXV. 
BANNOCKS  O'  BEAR-MILL.  ' 
In  this  note,  and  in  a  variety  of  other  places,  Mr  Sten- 
house  has  referred  to  the  volume  published  by  Robert  H. 
Cromek,  under  the  title  of  "  Reliques  of  Nithsdale  and 
Galloway  Song,"  London,  1810,  8vo,  and  has  usually  coup- 
led such  references  with  remarks  not  altogether  called  for. 
Mr  S.  might  have  known,  that  the  volume  which  is  so 
often  the  subject  of  his  abuse,  consisted,  in  fact,  almost 
wholly  of  verses  written  by  Mr  Allan  Cunningham,  who, 
in  a  very  harmless  way,  had  imposed  on  Mr  Cromek's  cre- 
dulity. The  success  that  attended  his  "  Reliques  of 
Burns,"  had  induced  Cromek  to  glean  what  he  considered 
the  neglected  minstrelsy  of  that  district ;  and  various  cir- 
cumstances at  the  time,  led  his  friend  to  rather  an  extensive 
manufacture  of  traditional  Songs  and  Ballads ;  but  few 
persons  were  deceived  as  to  the  genuineness  of  such  pre- 
tended originals.  See  an  article  in  Blackwood's  Maga- 
zine, vol.  vi.  p.  314.  Mr  Cromek  himself  was  much  es- 
teemed for  his  enthusiastic  attachment  to  the  Fine  Arts. 
Mr  Cunningham,  in  a  letter  of  a  late  date,  says,  "  I  loved 
the  man  much  :  he  had  a  good  taste,  both  in  Poetry  and 
Painting,  and  his  heart  was  warm  and  kind  :  I  have  missed 
him  much."  He  died  at  London,  14th  of  March  1812, 
aged  about  forty-five.     He  was  the  publisher,  by  subscrip- 


BANNOCKS  O'  BEAR-MILL.  *  457 

tion,  of  the  large  and  splendid  edition  of  Blair's  Grave,  with 
original  designs  by  Blake,  in  1808.  This  edition  was  again 
published,  or  re-issued,  by  Ackermann  of  the  Strand,- 
London,  with  a  short  memoir  of  Mr  Cromek  prefixed,  but 
I  have  not  been  able  to  see  a  copy  of  that  new  edition  in 
Edinburgh. 

CCCCLXXXII. 
SIR    PATRICK    SPENCE. 

This  ballad  has  usually  been  regarded  as  one  of  the  oldest 
in  the  series  of  Scotish  Historical  Ballads.  In  referring  to 
it  in  a  former  note  (see  p.  *  320),  I  forgot  that  it  was  in- 
cluded in  this  work  ;  but  I  shall  now  take  the  liberty  of  add- 
ing a  few  more  words  respecting  it.  That  the  ballad  was  in- 
tended to  embody  some  remote  event  in  Scotish  history, 
is  quite  evident ;  and  it  would  have  been  difficult  to  fix  on 
a  more  poetical  incident  than  it  presents,  although  not 
strictly  adhering  to  historical  facts.  Had  the  ballad  really 
possessed  any  claims  to  such  high  antiquity  as  would  fix  its 
composition  near  to  the  epoch  of  Margaret,  the  "  Maiden  of 
Norway,"  on  whom  her  grandfather,  Alexander  the  Third, 
had  devolved  the  Crown  of  Scotland  before  the  close  of  the 
thirteenth  century,  it  is  hardly  conceivable  that  it  should  - 
never  have  been  heard  of  till  it  was  sent  to  Bishop  Percy, 
in  1765,  by  some  of  his  correspondents  in  Scotland,  along 
with  other  traditional  ballads  of  still  more  questionable  an- 
tiquity. Since  his  time,  it  has  been  printed  in  a  hundred 
different  shapes,  generally  with  some  additional  verses  or 
improvements  "  fortunately  recovered,"  &c.,  but  most  of 
which  improvements  are  palpable  interpolations. 

On  referring  to  Finlay's  "  Scottish  Historical  and 
Romantic  Ballads,"  vol.  i.  p.  46,  Edinb.  1808,  I  find  the 
following  remark :  "  The  present  editor,  however,  cannot 
think  that  the  ballad,  as  it  is,  has  a  claim  to  such  high 
antiquity.  Indeed,  the  mention  of  hats  and  cork-heeled 
shoon,  would  lead  us  to  infer  that  some  stanzas  are  inter- 


458  *  SIR  PATRICK  SPENCE. 

polated,  or  that  its  composition  is  of  a  comparatively  modern 
date."  Bishop  Percy  also  remarks  (vol.  i.  p.  81,  note),  that 
"  an  ingenious  friend  thinks  the  author  of  Hardyknute  has 
borrowed  several  expressions  and  sentiments  from  the  fore- 
going and  other  old  Scottish  songs  in  this  collection."  It 
vpas  this  resemblance,  with  the  localities  Dunfermline  and 
Aberdour,  in  the  neighbourhood  of  Sir  Henry  Wardlaw's 
seat,  that  led  me  to  throw  out  the  conjecture,  whether  this 
much  admired  ballad  might  not  have  been  written  by  Lady 
Wardlaw  herself,  to  whom  the  ballad  of  "  Hardyknute"  is 
now  universally  attributed. 

The  ballad,  accompanied  with  two  different  sets  of  the 
air,  will  also  be  found  in  the  second  volume  of  Campbell's 
Albyn's  Anthology. 

Coleridge,  at  the  commencement  of  one  of  his  Odes, 
thus  alludes  to  "  Sir  Patrick  Spence,"  after  quoting  as  a 
motto,  the  lines  "  Late^  late,  yestreen" 

Well !  if  the  Bard  was  weather-wise,  who  made 
The  gkand  old  ballad  of  Sir  Patrick  Spence  ; 
This  night,  so  tranquil  now,  will  not  go  hence 

Unroused  by  winds,  &c. 

CCCCLXXXIV. 
GDDE  WALLACE. 
This  is  another  ballad  of  an  alleged  antiquity,  the  cor- 
rectness of  which  may  reasonably  be  doubted.  I  am  per- 
suaded it  is  merely  an  altered  or  abridged  copy  of  one 
that  appeared  in  a  common  chap  form,  along  with  some 
Jacobite  ballads,  printed  about  the  year  1750.  The  follow- 
ing is  a  copy  of  the  ballad  in  question,  which  seems,  in 
fact,  to  be  only  a  passage  in  Blind  Harry  the  Minstrel's 
poem  modernized,  (Book  V.) 

ON  AN  HONOURABLE  ACHIEVEMENT  OF  SIR  WILLIAM 
WALLACE,  NEAR  FALKIRK. 

"  Had  we  a  king,"  said  Wallace  then, 

"  That  our  kind  Scots  might  live  by  their  own. 


GUDE   WALLACE.  *  459 

But  betwixt  me  and  the  English  blood 

I  think  there  is  an  ill  seed  sown." 
Wallace  him  over  a  river  lap. 

He  look'd  low  down  to  a  linn  ; 
He  was  not  war  of  a  gay  lady. 

Was  even  at  the  well  washing. 
"  Well  mot  ye  fare,  fair  Madam,"  he  said, 

"  And  ay  well  mot  ye  fare  ;  and  see ! 
Have  ye  any  tidings  me  to  tell, 

I  pray  you'll  show  them  unto  me  ?" 
I  have  no  tidings  you  to  tell. 

Nor  yet  no  tidings  you  to  ken  ; 
But  into  that  hostler's  house 

There's  fifteen  of  your  Englishmen  : 
And  they  are  seeking  Wallace,  then. 

For  they've  ordained  him  to  be  slain  ; 
O,  God  forbid  !  said  Wallace  then. 

For  he's  o'er  good  a  kind  Scotsman. 
But  had  I  money  me  upon. 

And  ev'n  this  day,  as  I  have  none. 
Then  would  I  to  that  hostler's  house, 

And  ev'n  as  fast  as  I  could  gang. 
She  put  her  hand  in  her  pocket. 

She  told  him  twenty  shillings  o'er  her  knee  : 
Then  he  took  ofiF  both  hat  and  hood. 

And  thank'd  the  lady  most  reverently. 
If  e'er  I  come  this  way  again. 

Well  paid  money  it  shall  be  ; 
Then  he  took  off  both  hat  and  hood. 

And  he  thank'd  the  lady  most  reverently. 
He  lean'd  him  two-fold  o'er  a  staff. 

So  did  he  three-fold  o'er  a  tree  ; 
And  he's  away  to  the  hostler's  house. 

Even  as  fast  as  he  might  dree. 
When  he  came  to  the  hostler's  house. 

He  said.  Good-ben,  quoth  he,  be  here. 
An  English  captain  being  deep  load. 

He  asked  him  right  canker' dly. 
Where  was  you  born,  thou  crooked  carle. 

And  in  what  place  and  what  country  ? 
'Tis  I  was  born  in  fair  Scotland, 

A  crooked  carle  although  I  be. 
The  English  captain  swore  by  th'  Rood, 

We  are  Scotsmen  as  well  as  thee. 
And  we  are  seeking  Wallace,  then 

To  have  him,  merry  we  should  be. 


460  *  GUDE  WALLACE. 

The  man,  said  Wallace,  ye're  looking  for, 

I  seed  him  within  these  days  three, 
And  he  has  slain  an  English  captain. 

And  ay  the  fear'der  the  rest  may  be. 
I'd  give  twenty  shillings,  said  the  captain. 

To  such  a  crooked  carle  as  thee. 
If  you  would  take  me  to  the  place 

Where  that  I  might  proud  Wallace  see. 
Hold  out  your  hand,  said  Wallace  then. 

And  show  your  money  and  be  free, 
For  tho'  you'd  bid  an  hundred  pound, 

I  never  bade  a  better  bode. 
He  struck  the  captain  o'er  the  chafts. 

Till  that  he  never  chewed  more. 
He  stick' d  the  rest  about  the  board. 

And  left  them  all  a  sprawling  there. 
Rise  up,  goodwife,  said  Wallace  then. 

And  give  me  something  for  to  eat. 
For  it's  near  two  days  to  an  end 

Since  I  tasted  one  bit  of  meat. 
His  board  was  scarcely  well  covered. 

Nor  yet  his  dine  well  scantly  dight. 
Till  other  fifteen  Englishmen 

Down  all  about  the  door  did  light. 
Come  out,  come  out,  said  they,  Wallace  then,, 

For  the  day  is  come  that  ye  must  die ; 
And  they  thought  so  little  of  his  might. 

But  ay  the  fear'der  they  might  be. 
The  wife  ran  but,  the  gudeman  ran  ben, 

It  put  them  all  into  a  fever  ; 
Then  five  he  sticked  where  they  stood. 

And  five  he  trampled  in  the  gutter. 
And  five  he  chased  to  yon  green  wood. 

He  hanged  them  all  out  o'er  a  grain  ; 
And  'gainst  the  morn  at  twelve  o'clock 

He  dined  with  his  kind  Scottish  men. 

Bower,  the  continuator  of  Fordun,  thus  mentions  the  cir- 
cumstance of  Wallace's  exploits  being  frequently  celebrated 
in  verse : — "  Post  enim  conflictum  de  Roslyn,  (A.D.  1298.) 
Wallace,  ascensa  navi,  Franciam  petiit ;  ubi  quanta  probitate 
refulsit,  tam  super  mare  a  piratis  quam  in  Francia  ab  Anglis 
perpessus  est  discrimina,  et  viriliter  se  habuit,  nonnulla  car- 
mina,  tam  in  ipsa  Francia  quam  Scotia,  attestantur."  (vol.  ii. 
>  176.) 


THE  AULD  man's  MARe's  DEAD.         *  461 

CCCCLXXXV, 
THE  AULD  man's  MARE's  DEAD. 

There  is  an  admirable  portrait  of  Patie  Birnie,  the 
famous  fiddler  of  Kinghorn — a  face  full  of  comic  humour 
and  indicative  of  genius — at  Leslie  House.  It  is  supposed 
to  have  been  painted  by  Aikman,  who  died  in  1731 ;  and 
the  old  head  of  Patie,  with  Ramsay's  lines,  is  also  said  to 
have  been  etched  by  Aikman  from  his  own  drawing  in  red 
chalk,  which  was  sold  at  a  sale  in  Edinburgh  a  few  years 
ago. 

CCCCLXXXVII. 
GOOD-MORROW,  FAIR  MISTRESS. 

'*  This  fragment  seems  to  be  part  of  an  English  ballad, 
called  «  The  Duchess  of  Newcastle's  Lament," — it  begins. 

There  is  not  a  taylor  in  all  London  town 
Can  shape  Newcastle's  fair  lady  a  gown, 
"  Her  belly's  turn'd  big  and  her  face  pale  and  wan  ; 
She's  fallen  with  child  to  her  own  servant  man. 

***** 
Thou  worst  of  all  women,  thou  emblem  of  strife, 
I  took  thee  a  servant  and  made  thee  my  wife,  &c. 

(C.  K.  S.) 

CCCCLXXXIX. 
NO  DOMINIES  FOR  ME,  LADDIE. 

This  song  has  been  variously  attributed.  The  following 
extract  respecting  it,  is  copied  from  Buchan's  "  Gleanings 
of  Scarce  Old  Ballads,"  Peterhead,  1825,  12mo:— 

"  The  author  of  this  excellent  song,"  says  Mr  B.,  "was 
the  Rev.  John  Forbes,  Minister  at  Deer,  Aberdeenshire. 
This  eccentric  character  was  born  at  Pitnacalder,  a  small 
estate  near  Frazerburgh,  of  which  his  father  was  proprietor. 
From  the  name  of  his  paternal  spot,  he  was  commonly 
designated  Pitney,  and  better  known  by  that  appellation 
than  that  of  his  office.     In  his  younger  years,  and  before 


46*2  *  NO  DOMINIES  FOR  ME,  LADDIE. 

he  was  appointed  incumbent  at  Deer,  he  wrote  the  well- 
known  song  of  '  Nae  Dominies  for  me,  Laddie,'  which  seems 
to  be  a  picture  of  himself  drawn  from  real  life,  and  which  he 
took  the  greatest  delight  in  singing,  and  hearing  sung. 

"  He  was  a  rigid  Presbyterian,  and  said  by  some  to 
possess  the  gift  of  prophecy.  Many  curious  anecdotes  are 
told  of  him.  He  died  in  1769,  and  was  buried  in  the 
churchyard  of  Old  Deer,  where  a  plain  stone  is  placed  to 
his  memory,  bearing  the  following  appropriate  inscription : 
*  Dedicated  by  Mrs  Margaret  Hay,  widow,  to  the  memory 
of  John  Forbes  of  Pitnacalder,  M.A.,  Minister  of  Deer, 
who  died  anno  1769,  in  the  81st  year  of  his  age,  and  the 
52d  of  his  ministry.  With  a  manly  figure  he  possessed  the 
literature  of  the  scholar,  the  elocution  of  the  preacher,  and 
the  accomplishment  of  the  gentleman.  As  a  pastor,  his 
character  was  distinguished  by  piety,  virtue,  and  entire 
devotion  to  the  cause  of  Christ.  Beloved  by  his  relatives, 
respected  by  his  acquaintances,  venerated  by  the  body  of 
his  people ;  his  life  was  useful,  and  his  end  was  peace.' " 

The  ballad  has  been  preserved  in  the  form  of  a  broad- 
side, printed  apparently  about  the  year  1740.  Mr  Sten- 
house,  in  his  note  at  page  431,  states,  that  he  was  credibly 
informed  it  "  was  written  by  the  late  Rev.  Mr  Nathaniel 
M'Kay  (M'Kie),  Minister  of  Cjossmichael,  in  the  stew- 
artry  of  Kirkcudbright."  The  above  account  seems,  how- 
ever, the  most  probable ;  but  it  may  be  added,  that  the 
Rev.  Nathaniel  M'Kie,  Minister  of  Crossmichael,  was 
a  writer  of  verses.  About  the  middle  of  the  last  century, 
John  Gordon  of  Kenmure,  Esq.,  commonly  called  Lord 
Kenmure,  addressed  a  letter  in  verse  to  the  Rev.  Nathaniel 
M'Kie,  challenging  him  to  a  game  at  curling.  This  rhym- 
ing epistle,  with  the  answer  by  Mr  M'Kie,  also  in  verse, 
and  Lord  Kenmure's  rejoinder,  are  preserved  in  a  volume 
entitled,  "  Memorabilia  Curliana  Mabenensia,"  p.  95. 
Dumfries,  1830,  8vo. 

Mr  M'Kie  died  at  his  manse  of  Crossmichael,  26th  of 


NO   DOMINIES  FOR  ME,   LADDIE.  *  463 

January  1781,  in  the  66th  year  of  his  age,  and  42d  of  his 
ministry.     (Scots  Mag.  1781,  p.  53.) 


ccccxci. 

THE  WEE  WIFEIKIE. 

Alexander  Geddes,  LL.  D.,  the  author  of  this  song 
and  of  "  Lewis  Gordon,"  No.  lxxxvi.,  is  mentioned  by  Mr 
S.  in  his  note  on  the  latter  song,  at  p.  90.  Of  this  singular 
person,  a  detailed  biography  was  published  under  the  title  of 
"  Memoirs  of  the  Life  and  Writings  of  the  Reverend  Alex- 
ander Geddes,  LL.D.  By  John  Mason  Good."  London, 
1803,  8vo.  Geddes  was  born  in  the  county  of  BaniF,  in 
the  year  1737.  Being  destined  for  the  Roman  Catholic 
Church,  after  a  preliminary  education  at  Scalan,  a  seminary 
in  the  Highlands,  he  spent  six  years  in  the  Scots  College  at 
Paris,  and  returned  to  Scotland,  where  he  officiated  as  a 
priest  in  different  parts  of  the  country.  The  University  of 
Aberdeen,  in  1780,  conferred  on  him  the  degree  of  Doctor 
of  Laws ;  and  at  this  time  he  removed  to  London,  where 
he  remained  till  his  death,  which  took  place  on  the  26th 
of  February  1802,  in  the  65th  year  of  his  age. 

Dr  Mason  Good  has  given  a  very  graphic  description  of 
his  person  and  manners,  on  being  first  introduced  to  this 
learned  but  eccentric  character.  It  may  be  here  quoted : — 
"  It  was  about  this  period,  the  year  1793,  I  first  became 
acquainted  with  Dr  Geddes.  I  met  him  accidentally  at 
the  house  of  Miss  Hamilton,  who  has  lately  acquired  a  just 
reputation  for  her  excellent  Letters  on  Education :  and  I 
freely  confess  that,  at  the  first  interview,  I  was  by  no  means 
pleased  with  him.  I  beheld  a  man  of  about  five  feet  five 
inches  high,  in  a  black  dress,  put  on  with  uncommon  negli- 
gence, and  apparently  never  fitted  to  his  form  :  His  figure 
was  lank,  his  face  meagre,  his  hair  black,  long,  and  loose, 
without  having  been  sufficiently  submitted  to  the  operations 
of  the  toilet — and  his  eyes,  though  quick  and  vivid,  spark- 


464  *  THE  WEE  WIFEIKIE. 

ling  at  that  time  rather  with  irritability  than  benevolence. 
He  was  disputing  with  one  of  the  Company  when  I  entered, 
and  the  rapidity  with  which,  at  this  moment,  he  left  his 
chair,  and  rushed,  with  an  elevated  tone  of  voice  and  un- 
courtly  dogmatism  of  manner,  towards  his  opponent,  in- 
stantaneously persuaded  me  that  the  subject  upon  which 
the  debate  turned  was  of  the  utmost  moment.  I  listened 
with  all  the  attention  I  could  command ;  and  in  a  few 
minutes  learned,  to  my  astonishment,  that  it  related  to  no- 
thing more  than  the  distance  of  his  own  house  in  the  New 
Road,  Paddington,  from  the  place  of  our  meeting,  which 
was  in  Guildford  Street.  The  debate  being  at  length  con- 
cluded, or  rather  worn  out,  the  doctor  took  possession  of 
the  next  chair  to  that  in  which  1  was  seated,  and  united 
with  myself  and  a  friend  who  sat  on  my  other  side,  in  dis- 
coursing upon  the  politics  of  the  day.  On  this  topic  we 
proceeded  smoothly  and  accordantly  for  some  time ;  till  at 
length,  disagreeing  with  us  upon  some  point  as  trivial  as 
the  former,  he  again  rose  abruptly  from  his  seat,  traversed 
the  room  in  every  direction,  with  as  indeterminate  a  paral- 
lax as  that  of  a  comet,  loudly,  and  with  increase  of  voice, 
maintaining  his  position  at  every  step  he  took.  Not  wish- 
ing to  prolong  the  dispute,  we  yielded  to  him  without 
further  interruption,  and,  in  the  course  of  a  few  minutes 
after  he  had  closed  his  harangue,  he  again  approached  us, 
retook  possession  of  his  chair,  and  was  all  playfulness,  good 
humour,  and  genuine  wit."     (p.  302.) 

CCCCXCII. 
THERE  GROWS  A  BONNIE  BRIER  BUSH. 

"  Mr  Robert  Chambers  has  written  an  excellent  song 
to  this  air,  only  to  be  found  in  a  volume  of  his  poetry  not 
printed  for  sale — by  his  permission  it  is  here  inserted." — 

(C.K.S.) 


THERE  GROWS  A  BONNIE  BRIER  BUSH.  *  465 


YOUNG  RA.NDAL. 

Young  Randal  was  a  bonnie  lad,  when  he  gaed  awa'. 
Young  Randal  was  a  bonnie  lad,  when  he  gaed  awa' ; 
'Twas  in  the  sixteen  hundred  year  o'  grace  and  thretty-twa, 
That  Randal,  the  Laird's  youngest  son,  gaed  awa'. 

It  was  to  seek  his  fortune  in  the  High  Germanie, 
To  fecht  the  foreign  loons  in  the  High  Germanie, 
That  he  left  his  father's  tower  o'  sweet  Willanslee, 
And  mony  wae  friends  i'  the  North  Countrie. 

He  left  his  mother  in  her  bower,  his  father  in  the  ha'. 
His  brother  at  the  outer  yett,  but  and  his  sisters  twa. 
And  his  bonnie  cousin  Jean,  that  look'd  owre  the  Castle  wa'. 
And,  mair  than  a'  the  lave,  loot  the  tears  down  fa'. 

"  Oh,  whan  will  ye  be  back,"  sae  kindly  did  she  spier, 
"  Oh,  whan  will  ye  be  back,  my  hinny  and  my  dear  ?" 
"  Whenever  I  can  win  eneuch  o'  Spanish  gear. 
To  dress  ye  out  in  pearlins  and  silks,  my  dear." 

Oh,  Randal's  hair  was  coal-black  when  he  gaed  awa'. 
Oh,  Randal's  cheeks  were  roses  red,  when  he  gaed  awa'. 
And  in  his  bonnie  ee,  a  spark  glintit  high. 
Like  the  merrie,  merrie  ieefe,  in  the  morning  sky. 

Oh,  Randal  was  an  altert  man  whan  he  came  hame, 
A  sair  altert  man  was  he,  whan  he  came  hame  ; 
Wi'  a  ribbon  at  his  breast,  and  a  sir  at  his  name. 
And  grey,  grey  cheeks,  did  Randal  come  hame. 

He  lichtit  at  the  outer  yett,  and  rispit  wi'  the  ring, 
And  down  came  a  ladye  to  see  him  come  in. 
And  after  the  ladye  came  bairns  feifteen — 
"  Can  this  muckle  wife  be  my  true  love,  Jean  ?" 

"  Whatna  stoure  carl  is  this,"  quo'  the  dame; 
"  Sae  gruff  and  sae  grand,  and  sae  feckless  and  sae  lame  ?" 
*'  Oh,  tell  me,  fair  madam,  are  ye  bonnie  Jeanie  Grahame?' 
"  In  troth,"  quo'  the  ladye,  "  sweet  sir,  the  very  same." 

He  turned  him  about,  wi'  a  waeful  ee, 

And  a  heart  as  sair  as  sair  could  be  ; 

He  lap  on  his  horse,  and  awa'  did  wildly  flee. 

And  never  mair  came  back  to  sweet  Willanslee, 


466  *  THERE   GROWS  A  BONNIE  BRIER  BUSH. 

Oh,  dule  on  the  poortith  o'  this  countrie. 

And  dule  on  the  wars  o'  the  High  Germanie, 

And  dule  on  the  love  that  forgetfu'  can  be — 

For  they've  wreck'd  the  bravest  heart  in  this  hale  countrie. 

The  mention  of  Dr  Austin's  name  in  this  note,  furnishes 
an  opportunity  of  adding  to  the  notice  at  page  214,  that 
Adam  Austin  received  his  degree  of  M.D.  at  Glasgow, 
15th  of  May  1749  ;  that  he  was  licensed  to  practise,  by  the 
Royal  College  of  Physicians  at  Edinburgh,  7th  of  August 
1753;  and  that  he  was  admitted  a  Fellow  of  the  College, 
3d  of  August  1762. 

CCCCXCIX. 
GLtDOMY    DECEMBER. 

These  pathetic  verses  were  addressed  by  Burns  to  Cla- 
rinda,  otherwise  Mrs  M'Lehose. — See  Mr  Cunningham's 
edit,  of  Burns,  vol.  iv.  p.  330. 

CCCCXCVII. 
IT  WAS  a'  for  our  RIGHTFU'  KING. 

<'  These  verses  were  not  entirely,  if  indeed  at  all,  the 
composition  of  Burns ;  one  stanza  at  least  belongs  to  a  bal- 
lad, very  common  formerly  among  the  Scotish  hawkers, 
called  bonny  Mally  Stuart.  I  give  it  entire  from  my  stall 
copy. 

1. 

The  cold  winter  is  past  and  gone. 
And  now  comes  on  the  spring. 
And  I  am  one  of  the  King's  life-guards. 
And  I  must  go  fight  for  him,  my  dear. 
And  I  must  go  fight  for  my  king. 

2. 

Now  since  to  the  wars  you  must  go, 
One  thing,  I  pray,  grant  me. 
It's  I  will  dress  myself  in  man's  attire. 
And  I  will  travel  along  with  thee,  my  dear. 
And  I  wiU  travel  along  with  thee. 


IT  WAS  a'  for  our  RIGHTFu'  KING.  *  467 

3. 
I  would  not  for  ten  thousand  worlds 
That  my  love  endanger'd  were,* 
The  rattling  drums  and  shining  swords 
Will  cause  you  great  sorrow  and  woe,  my  dear, 
WiU  cause  you  great  sorrow  and  woe. 

4. 
I  will  do  the  thing  for  my  true  love 
That  she  wiU  not  do  for  me ; 
It's  I'll  put  cuflFs  of  black  on  my  red  clothes. 
And  mourn  till  the  day  I  die,  my  dear. 
And  mourn  till  the  day  I  die. 

5. 
I  will  do  more  for  my  true  love 
Than  she  will  do  for  me ; 
I  will  cut  my  hair,  and  roll  me  bare. 
And  mourn  till  the  day  I  die,  my  dear. 
And  mourn  tUl  the  day  I  die. 

6. 
So  farewell  my  father  and  mother  dear, 
I'll  bid  adieu  and  farewell  ;t 
Farewell  my  bonny  Mally  Stuart,  ^ 

You're  the  cause  of  all  my  woe,  my  dear. 
You're  the  cause  of  all  my  woe. 

7. 
When  we  came  in  to  Stirling  town. 
As  we  all  lay  in  camp  :$ 
By  the  King's  orders  we  were  drawn. 
And  to  Germany  we  were  sent,  my  dear. 
And  to  Germany  we  were  sent. 

8. 
So  farewell  bonny  Stirling  town. 
And  the  maids  therein  also. 
And  farewell  bonny  Mally  Stuart, 
You're  the  cause  of  all  my  woe,  my  dear. 
You're  the  cause  of  all  my  woe. 


•  Probably  this  should  be,  "  That  my  love  were  endangered  so. 
t  Probably,  "  I'll  bid  farewell  and  adieu  !" 
X  "  Tent,"  perhaps. 


468  *  IT  WAS  a'  for  our  rightfu'  king. 

9. 
She  took  the  slippers  off  her  feet. 
And  the  cockups  off  her  hair. 
And  she  has  taken  a  long  journey. 
For  seven  long  y^ars  and  mair,  my  dear. 
For  seven  long  years  and  mair. 

10. 
Sometimes  she  rode,  sometimes  she  gaed. 
Sometimes  sat  down  to  mourn  ; 
And  aye  the  o'er  word  of  her  tale. 
Shall  I  e'^er  see  my  bonny  laddie  come  ?  my  dear,* 
Shall  I  e'er  see  my  bonny  laddie  come  ? 

11. 
The  trooper  turn'd  himself  about. 
All  on  the  Irish  shore  ; 
He  has  given  the  bridle  reins  a  shake. 
Saying,  adieu  for  evermore,  my  dear. 
Saying,  adieu  for  evermore ! 

"  The  ballad,  as  it  appears  in  the  Museum,  was  much 
admired  by  Sir  Walter  Scott ;  he  was  delighted  to  hear  it 
sung  by  his  daughter,   Mrs  Loekhart." — (C.  K.  S.) 

D. 

EVAN    BANKSo 

Johnson  committed  a  mistake  in  affixing  the  name  of 
Burns  to  this  song,  and  various  editors  of  his  works,  by 
trusting  to  this,  have  fallen  into  a  similar  mistake,  Currie, 
aware  of  this  error,  withdrew  it  in  his  second  edition.  But 
Cromek  in  the  "  Reliques,"  having  given  the  song  anew  in 
Burns's  name,  Sir  Walter  Scott,  in  an  article  in  the  Quar- 
terly Review  on  that  volume,  says,  "  Mr  Cromek  ought  to 
have  known  that  this  beautiful  song  was  published  by  Dr 
Currie  in  his  first  edition  of  Burns's  works,  and  omitted  in 
all  those  which  followed,  because  it  was  ascertained  to  be 
the  composition  of  Helen  Maria  Williams,  who  wrote  it  at 

"  "  Shall  I  e'er  see  my  bonny  lad  return  ?" 


EVAN  BANKS.  *  469 

the  request  of  Dr  Wood.  Its  being  found  in  the  hand- writ- 
ing of  Burns  occasioned  the  first  mistake,  but  the  correction 
of  that  mistake  leaves  no  apology  for  a  second."  (vol.  i. 
p.  34.) 

Helen  Maria  Williams  was  born  in  the  North  of  Eng- 
land in  1762.  In  the  earlier  part  of  her  life  she  published 
various  poems  which  attracted  notice  at  the  time  when  such 
writers  as  Hooke,  Hayley,  Seward,  and  Pye,  flourished, 
and  were  in  vogue.  She  resided  at  Paris  during  the  time 
of  the  French  Revolution,  devoting  herself  to  literary  pur- 
suits, and  was  best  known  by  her  "  Letters  written  from 
France,  &c."  She  was  also  the  translator  of  Humboldt's 
Personal  Narrative.     She  died  at  Paris  in  December  1827. 


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