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Presented by Lady Dorothea Ruggles- 
Brise to the National Library of Scotland, 
in memory of her brother. Major Lord 
George Stewart Murray, Black Watch, 
killed in action in France in 1914. 
28f/i Januari/ 1927. 


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Frtnted Sc J»V/t/ h/jAMES ^/owSTSON Miisic Seller EdinbztrgH U' l'€ kad at 
TPrestonn^P'j Stro/nd London, MfFADYEN GLAJSG{m^,<^cdralltheprfh,ifi,d 

Miific Sellers. 

P B.4 E F A C E 

!t!li^ ITditor now presents to the Pdblir the Sixth Voluii.c i.t tl.i 
Scots Musical Museum; which in aii probability ,wiU be the last. 

These Volumes contain everj- Scotish Air and Song, which tl.r ex 
-ertions of the Kditor, and those of his friends and numerous torn s 
-pondents, have been able to procure during a period of sixteen 3 tai.s. 
He is therefore inclined to think that the Scots Musical Museum now 
'ont;«iivs almost ever_^ Scotish Song extant. However, as he. wishts l<i 
make it as complete as possible, he will spare no pains in endeavour- 
ing to procure an\- which ma^- hitherto have Escaped his rcsearch;anJ 
if successful, th<A- will be publislied at some future period. 

Without wishing to over rate this publication, the Editor ma> be 
permitted to observe, that it unquestionably contains the greatest Col 
lection of Scotish Vocal Music ever published, including many excel 
lent Songs written for it by BUKNS; He therefore flatters himself 
with the hope that the prediction of our celebrated BARD respecfint,' 
it will be verified; and that "To future ages the Scots Musical Muse nm 
'*will be the Text Book and Standard of Scotish Song and Music." 5(r 

* See extract from BUKNS S Letter in the Preface to Volume ^! ' 

EdinT June 4*f|jl803. 

Entered in Stationers Hall. 


I X D E X. 

Not;i, The .Son<4;s in the .v preredin<; Volumes marked R.and U. the 

K.litor is now at liberty,' to say are the production :of Mr. BURNS The 

Originals of Mr.BL'KNS S' writing are in his possession Thc_>- were^ 

written for this work, but being often sent the Editor on the spur of the 
moii.cnt, Mr. BC KNS requested these marks only, and not his name should 
be ad(I<(l to them. 

Til St line of earh Song. Authors • ^*g* 

\s' I went oer the highland hills _____--.^-- 526 

As walking forth to view the plain _ _--_____ -526 

Ae da\ a braw wooer ^ '^ _ _ . ^ Burtis __...__ 533 
Ah Mary sweetest maid farewell _^- ^_-__ --_ 546 
Anna thy charir.s ha bosom fire _ - Burns ______ 547 

\ cogie of ale and a pickle ate meal _ ^ Sherrifs JVlusic b_>' M?Iiitosh564 
\n I was wallting h\ yon river side -^__^_ _ __ 566 

Xrgyll is n.y nan e ^ ^ . _ _ By J. Duke of Argyll . ^ ^ 573 
An* PlI awato*bonn\ Tweed -s id e - -- ___- ^--.- 580 
As 1 lay on n y bed on a night _--._- -_-__ 601 
A Soldier for gallant atchievements renound ^ _ _ - _ - 608 
Adieul a h«^arf warm, fond adieu ^ _ Burns . _ - . _ 620 


Behin'l \ on hills where vivlets row, ^ _ Burns - _ _ - . - 600 
Bright tl'.e moon abnon yon mountain - Hamilton _ _ __ _6l2 


Come iindf r iva plaid\ ______ MaCncil.^sqT - _ - _ 550 

Come follow, follow _ __ __ _-_--_- - 552 

Chanticleer, wi' nois^ whistle- -Music by S.Clarke - - - - ^568 

Can Id is the e'cnin blast _^ - _ _ _ Burns - - - _ - _ 603 


Dors haughty Gaul invasion threat -Burns, Music by S.Clarke.- -565 


Krae Dunibier aU I cam through ------ -.._ . 528 

liitiAfll \c fields an meadows green- - Hamiltbh - _ _ _ 597 

(Jo to Berwirk Johnny ----- Hamilton ----- 534 
rjudcon to %()u kimmcr . - - - - Burns ----- 540 
Tientlv blaw yc eastern bree/.es - ,- Andereon _ . - . 58l. 
Go plaintive sound - . - - . - W.Haoiilton Esq^. - 595 


Have >e an^- pots or pans -_- -_.--._--- 536 
Heyl m^- k,itten ny kitten - . -------- - 577 

How sweet is the scone at the dawning o* morning . Gall - - . 586 
How sweet this lone vali - - A. Erskine, ICs^V - - - 58u 

Hard is the fate of him who loves _ - Thomson - - - - - 6lO 


I. X D E X 

r %- 

In Brechin did a wabster dwell - . ^ _ ^ . _ . .541. 

I ;iiii a ^oung bachelor winsome _,_-----_.- 556 
111 \on garden fine an guy --_ -- ---.__ 5u2 

Jockey's taen the parting kiss - ^ _ Burns - _ - - _ -589 
I cart- na for your een sae blue - _ .. HamiUon - _ _ 619 


Lord Thomas and fair Annet .-_-_,..---_ o53 

Little wat _>e wha's comings _ . - - ._ _ - . _ 591 

Liv'd ancc two lovers in yon dale _ _ ^ _ . . - . - f>l6 


M> rcLTgy-'s face, niv Fcgtj\^s form, - - . Burns - _ _ _ 517 

My Daddy left me gear enough ..___- - _ _ 542 

My Lad\-*8 gown there's gairs iiport't - - Kurns _ - _ _ 57.i 

My Jeany and I hav« toil'd _-_,_-. ,_590 

Now bank and brae art claith'd in green __ - _ ._-537 

No Churchman am 1 for to rail and to write _ Hums . - _ 606 


O siccr her up and had her gaun _ . - - - - - 52 O 

O Chtvub Content . _ - ^ - - -Campbell - - .526 

O Hf)thwtll bank thou bloomest fair. Music b^\' J, ttrgus - - 529 

O ;i\ n:v wife she dang me ^ - . , Burns . - , _ . 549 

O tell me my bonn\- young lassie . _ Macniel, lisq! , 553 

O Mary turn uwa that bonny face _ - . Gall . . _ . _ 5bO 

O gudc ale ronus _ _ _ _ _ - 1 Hyrns _ . 561 

O whi re and O where does ^our hiijhiand laddie dwell 56f» 
O once 1 lov'd a bonnie lass _ . . _ Burns _ - 570 

O dinna think bonnie lassie .____- - . _ . 574 

O gin I were fairh shot o' her - - _ Anderson . ^576 

O ken \ e what Metr o' the mill has gotten - Hums - 5o5 

O leave novels, je Mauchlin belles _ - _ Burns - - - ^ 592 

O fay ll.\ loof in mine lass _ ^ ^ _ Burns ,. _ - - 593 

O heard ve of a silly Harper _ _ _ _ ^ - _ - _ ^ 59ii 

O turn awav those cruel ej^es . ^ . - . ^ .. - - 604 

O Mary yts be clad in silk ^ Music b\ Viss G. C. . - - - 605 

O that I \.-m\ ne'er been married - - Burns _ . - - 6M 

O gin ny love were ^on red rose , - , . . _ _ '14 

O Mally's meek, Mai ly's sweejt _ - - fit ins . b!7 


Bed gleams the sun on von hill tap - _ ' DT Couper _ , 5\9 , 

Bow saft!\' thou stream ^ - _ ^ _ -Gall _ . .524 

Kobin sliure in hairst_. . _ ^ _ _ Burns _ - - - _ 5^2 

Heturn hanuward ii.\ heart again __-_-- . - 5^ ^ 


I N D E X 

^ ^uthol■K i''u« 

.S'r<ins of wf)e anil sr»ncs of pleasure - _ Kurns _ tbc Music b\ ' v*ij,^ 

A.Masterton j 

.St<in winter h:>^ \ii'- -rr^ . ^ __...-__.- - •544 

.Swccttst May let love iiispUf tfne . _ _ Burns . _ ^ ^ , 57(J 

Sure ni^ Jean is bcauf>» blossom _ _ _ Gall _ - - - - - -'o/ 

Saw \e the Thane o' meikle pride _ _ - Mackenzie, ICsqr - - ^ o94 

*'Srot.s- wha hue ui' Wallarc bled - _ - - Burns _ _ - _ - 0.9o 


'Iho' for yevrn ^ tars and iiiair - _ _ ^ Hams:i>- _ ^ ^ - - 5^2 
'I'was Summer ;<nd softlv the bree/.es _-_-- _- - •532 
'Twas at the .shining midda_j- hour _ - _ Hamsay - - _ _' - - •534 
Tlie Queen o' thf Lothians cam cruisin to ^'ife _ _ _ _ - 0.5.Q 

'l"h\ cheek is o' the roses hue - _ _ _ Gall - -. _ - - ^5-^3 
'Tia:is at liir silent solemn hour _ - - Mallet ^ Music hvr 

S. Clarke)' " ^"^^ 
The sun in ihe west _ _ . ^ ^ .. ^ Gall _____ _ 557 

Thtre A IS a vsifo wonn'd in Cockpcn - - Burns _ . _ _ _ 55d 
*Tis nac vcr\ lany- sins_y-ne _- -._ __-_-__ 569 
'I'ljt n\ iiiph.s and shejiherds are met on the green _ _ _ - _ 574 
Thcr::- Aus a nol)Ie Iad\ __^_ ______--_ •^oZ 

The rain rins down tliro' Merry-land toune _ _ - . - fi02 

There was a bonie lass _ - _ - - -Burns _ _ _ _ 'iJ6 

I h|< re news lasses news _ _ _ _ _ Burns _____ 60^ 

Til! me Jessy tell nie _ _ _ _ _ _ Hamilton _ _ _ ^61u 

Tiie night is m\ departing night ______ _ __ 620 

.Vyiiar hae _j e been a'da\, m\ hoy Tamm\ _ _ Macniel,Ksqr i- _ _ 5l8 
Uhen 1 gaed to the mill ii;\ lane _ _ _ _______ 521 

VNjiar' its silver current leads _ _ Care^_ _____ 522 

Wee VSillie Gra\ . _ . _ ._ _ _ _ Burns _____ 530 

When the da\s lhe\- are lantj _________ 5"^0 

Wind's rave and Willy's fair ________ _ 542 

Wlia wadna be in lo\e wf bonr\- 'VlagLr\ bander ______ 5b2 

When I think on uy- lad __.-_______-_ 5'7(.) 


Voii ask me charming fair _ ^ - _ ^^'^.Uatiufton THsq*! . /)o4 

Ve Musts nine, O lend Vour aid _ . !___ _____bll 

\ovi sini,"^ of our goodman frae hame _ _ _______ 614 




Songs DI. to DC, 517 

Illustrations, 439 

Additional Illustrations, , *513 

Indexes of Airs, . . . , , ' i 

Indexes of Songs, . xxii 

General Index, ...,,..,..,,,. xxvii 



My K'ggvs frtcp. 

NAritten tor this Work b\ Kobtrt Burns. 

)1'V^ M\ Vc^^ys face, !ti\ Pftgvs form. T hf froO^ of hermit 

a^., aiigbt warm; My I't'tj^gv's worth, mv Vci^' _ e'v's mind, Miyht 




• ^ ? 6| ^ ■ * ■ [. ■ 


*l-" ■ • qgz — ijji: — -~-Y—. ^ 

charm the firft ot human kind. \ love my Vc^ ^. gye an^ot 

'[\ t lil\ .s hue, the rofe's die. 
The kindline; luftre of an i&y^-; 
■V\ho hiit owns their niaf^ir fway, 
^y^ ho liiit kno'As the\ all dcrit^'', 
T^f tourer thrill, the pitying .t'-.iV\ 
[h( ^!/'<)t''\-<y\[» ,Jirpo(e noblv dear, 
The ;.'ef;Llf> look thiit H;(|';r' difariiis, 
'I he^f o'' h[\ char'Hf). 

Dear Ml" Puhlirh.-i. 

1 hofj( ig-ainft I return, you will be able to tell rtit 

trotn Mr. C'L ^Hl< 1<; if thedr- words will fuit tho tune If the\ don't luit, 

I tru-ft think on fonie o'^her Air; as i have a very ftrong private i Mlon 

tor wilhire thi-m rn the 2. Volume. Dont forjrft to tranfnilH- me tht 

lift of thf Muf'i . Farowei. 

^ K. BUKN.S. 



My boj Taiuiuy. 

1 . , U- .'■ J,,. I --r^ Z*^ 1 - ,i_ _ i_ 'J 

^ I 

V\'har hue \e been a day, my boy Tannuy whar'hae \e been a' da\- 

A little r,(ve 




3=^=^ Lj;t 

V hoy Taininy. ! ve been b^' burn and flowry brae meadovv green and 


-<*■ mountain grey courtiiiij^ f this _joung thini> juft come irae her mammv. 





And whar gat je that young thing my bo\ lamm% r 

I gat her dowrn in ponder how, 

.Smiling on a brooin^ know, ' 

fferding ae wee Lamb and JJwe for her poor \liniii;\ . 

V\hat faid Ve to the bonn\- bairn iii\ bo^- 'l;imib\? 

I praisd.her ten f'ae lovel;)' blue. 

Her dimpled chff-k.and cherry mou; 

1 prted it ait as \e ina\- true She i';iid, ilie'd tell her Mammv, 

I held her tomv beatiny heart"^mv >(;ung m\ fniilinij: l.ammv. 
"I hae a houfe it roft me dear, 

I've walth o' |)lenifhan and geer; 
' Ye f( fjet it a v\;ir't ten times mair, gin \o wfll leave \our M.unmv / 

'The fmilr gade- nH her bonn\- fare _"l manna lea^r my Mamn;\-. 

'.Shes ge en me meat; fhes geen me claife; 

'She's been m% comfort a' mv da\s 

''M\ Fathers death brought mon\- Vvae s \ canii leave ixiy Mam...\ . 

'VWI! tak her ii.niic and ma htr fain, m\' airi kind hearted Lammvi 
'V^'e'll gee h(r m'^,•(f; we I! ^'e^ her rhufe. 
'We'll be her ronii'Ti ;i. hni- liaysV 
The wee thing ;.ri es her haml and iuyi^ 'There! gang and afk mv Mamm\ 

Has fhe been to Kirk wi' ihcc iiiv hay Tamm;y? 

She h;js been to Kirk wi' me. 

And the tear was in her ee, __- 

Hu' Oh! fhe's but a young thing ^u^t conn irae her Mammj-! 

Hc(\ ^^Icams the Inn, 





^30cS'a "^ Kcd glc-aiTis the fun on yon hill tap the dew fits 



F f- p r r — ? " ![• f— ' f — f — r — J — '^^T 

on the gowan; Dctp murmurs thro her glCifis the -*^pey, A _ 

fa^ ^-^f-p;^^jijU-LJ J J J-^ 


^ .round Kin .ra _ ra rowan. \^here art thou faireft, kindtlf 

ter-^F^i J r^ 



[) ^»j 


lafis! A _ las Mort thou but near me, Thy ^'en ^ tir- 




^i J iJU-x 


* * 

foul, thv mel - tiri^ c\f would ever ever cheer tne 




Ihe I,,H\r(i( k fin^^s ainang the clouds, 

I'hf Lainb.s the>- fport fo cheer)-, 
And I fit we<ping by the birk; 

O where art thou nn dearie! 
Att maj^ I meet the morning dew; 

Lang greet till I be weaty / 
Thou canna, winna, gentle maid. 

Thou can a be xny doary- 

C) fteer her up and tad her gaun 
Written for this Kork by Robert Burns. 


^04 1* ^^ ^'^*'" ^^^ "PQ a nd had her ;£.'aun, her mithor's 


Ilf y^l J J^ ^ 


let her tak her will, jo Firft fhore her hi' a 


kind^ly kifs and ca anither' gill, 'jo; An gin file tak the 

=: C1 ,' . 

^ ifim 




Hf'f 'f [j^ jHi' ^ 

thing a_niifs E'en 1st her ffyte her fill, jo 

Q fteer her up and be na blate. 

An' ^in ("he tak it ill, jo. 
Then leae tho lafsit till her f;it»'. 

And time nae lander fi>iU, jo: 
Ne er break your heart for ay rebute, 

But think upon it ftin,jo, 
That f^in the Infsi^- winna do't, 

Ye'll fin ani«tier will, jo. 

When I gaed to the iiiill. 









^Qi3rS * V\hen I gaed io the mill ir^ lane, A*" for to grind mj 


10 ' P 






t The n.ill _er lad _.die kift 

I thought it 


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■ U ' ' y " 

was n.'ie 


What tho' the lad .. d'x kift 

r f^i:7i=ii=^ 


me V\hen I was at the mill, A Icifs is fcuf 

^F^^^^^ ^ 

touch and a touch can do nat ill. 

^=^- I l/^^T^^^^ 

O I loo the niil'lrr l;.<l(|i(^ 

And iTiv laddif fofs nif ; 

Mf has fir ;i ,1)I\ th look. 

And a bonnit' blinl< itii,-- ic 

What itiiSugh the- l;i'l Ijf kiif n,< , 

Whf-n 1 Was at thij iniHl 

A kifs is but a touch 

And a touch can do natill. 


V\har'Esk its silver stream 

i^Oo'N*^* Whar* llsk ils silver current: leads niang t^reenwoods e:a) wi' 



Tw;ii- fliere 1 found ah! happy tin:f. 
The sweetest flower, and sir a flower 
I crori't it in its vir^Mn prime 
1o deck my sweety my sl;ridv bowtr 
Ijut soon the ')l;ist houl'd in tin ;ur 
That robbd me of this uiMtrhless flowfr 
\n*sf>rrow since and rii<jn\ a ' .u t 
?da\ slript an.i withireH ;i iry bower. 

Tho' for seven years. 

^mn J ULL^=^ ^^ = ^=^H=^ ^m 

i307"S X Tlio' for se-ven >ears ami in;iir hnnonr sliourl rerivr me, 



Mod. ratelv S'low 


*^ To fields where cannons rairthou need na griev^ thee: Por deep in n \ 


rj ^fir f- y^^ ^i f [/.Q i r J^.^^u.g 

Cf)rit! iiupH, 


spirits thy Rweet.s hit- irulrntrd. And love sjiall. preserve ;iv v»hat love has 



Hf ^ n riT-^ J 

inipnnteH, Leave thre leave thee 1*11 never leave thee gang the warlH 




< st |)( _ lieve 


N K I- L Y. 
O Johiiy. I U) jertloMS whene'er ^e discover 
Mv ^entiiiu-nls yielding, \ (Ml turt\ a loofo rover; 
And nouj^ht i' ihf- warld wad vex xry heart sairer 
If ynu prove unronstant, and fancy ane fairer. 
Grifve me, grieve nie, oh it wad grieve niel 
A' the lang; night and daj , if yoii deceive nie. 


My Velly, Ift nrvir sick fan'^if s opjjress ye, 
J'or while ii.y blof)ds warm Tl^ kindly caress ye: 
Vour bloorii.Miy^ saft heauties first beefed Love's fire, 
Your virtue and wit make it ay flame the higher. 
Leave thee, have thee, I'll fiever leave thee. 
Gang the w;irld as it will, dearest, believe me. 

ni:ll\ . 

Then,Johnv, Ifranklv this uiiiuite allow ve 
To think me your mistress, for love gars me trov. vc 
And gm you prove fa'se, to ye'rsellbe it said then; 
Ye'll win but sma' honour to wrang a kind maiden. 
Keave ire, reave me, Heav'ns! it wad reave mr 
Of my rest night and rjaj , if ye deceive rue. 

Bid iccshogle.s hunmer red gad" on the studd_y. 
And fair simmer iii'irnings nae mair appear rudd^-; 
Kid Britons think ae gait, and when ^they obev yc. 
But never till that time believe I'll betrry ye. 
Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee; 
The stams shall gantj withershins e'er T deceive thee. 



Row fiftly, thou ftreain. 

T> /^.i_- ^1 /i. 4.1 .' 4.u^ ...:ij t. iVi ,«.M r\ ^ U- 

Row saftly, thou ftream.thro' the wild /panglcl vallcj', O green be thy 






W L _i ... ^ ■> r •_( c._ ^ /«r...i.. ... i-;_J„ „„ ♦ r..'^;t ^ 


banks e _ver bonny an fair] Sing fv%tetly ye birds as ye wanton fu gailyyct 








K — K 






ftrangers to (brrow an flrangers to care. The weary day lang I lift to your 

' J:* J J J 

r- \ ijj\\\-v^^'\iX^^ 


fting. An wrtftc ilka niomont fad cheerlefs alane; Each Im^ct little tveafure o 

wf ft nitic ireaiure o 





^ — » 




-tf — «i — «t 


*"' hfvirt -cheering pteafure, Hir fUd frae my bofom wi' Cuptun OrKaine 


{ h^^Li^^^^r^ 

Wl aft on thy baniss hae we pu'd thf wild gowan. 
An twjffed a ringlet beneath the hriw thorn. 
Ahi then each fdfid moment wi' pleafure was glowin. 
Sweet days o' delight 'vhich can never return! 

Now rvcr, wae's me! 

The tear fills mine ee. 
An fair is mv heart wi' the rigour o <pain. 

Nae profnt-ct ri-fi.irning 

lb gladden life's mornine-. 
l"'or ^reen waves the willow o'er Captain O Kaine. 

A'. I V ^ lit o'er ^Cc. 



iSO^'S '^^ As I v\vnf ffr tfif- hieh!;ind hills- '« < ftrniers h')u«< I anf The 

A Iitt!f Slow 

H-^-iC g-tm^;^^r##^^- 

nujht bein<r durlc ari'l somtthintj *^ct, I ventiirJ ii»to the- sanie. ^AlKTf- 





T f P n p^ 

rrjif; . m. 




*^ I was kind ^ K trciftd and a pitt _ tv maid I PpV"<i» ''^ho 



^T^W ^ tf ' H -^ P' ^ r Fl^ ^ 

a.skd me if I had a wife hut ni;tiriagel de . ry d. 


I ("ourted her the lea long nit^ht. 
Till near the dawning day 
Vv'hen frankly she to nie did say, 
Alang >'ith you I'll gae; 
Jbr Irv-T.ind is a fine countr\. 
An the Scots to yo\i are kin. 
So I will gae alang with >r)ii. 
My fortune to begin. 


Your offer Sirl is ver\ good. 
An I thank yov. too: said I, 
But T cannot be your son in law, 
I'll tell ^ ou the reason why; 
Mv business calleth me in hasfe 
I'm the King's servant. 'vmiiiJ, 
An' I must gae away 'M-s '!;>'/, 
iS'fraii;^;t on, to K litihinLrh town. 

Day being come, an brea'^fnst o'er, O! Te^av liawn thou art my own. 

To parlour I was ta'en. My heart lys in thy brr-ast. 

The gnodman kindly askd me. An' tho' we it a distance are. 

If Id miiry his daughter Jean; Yft still I Ir)v< thff best; 

^ ivc hundred marks I'll give to thee, Aitho' w{ at a (iistancebe, 

Besides a piece of land, An' seas between us rr)ar; 

But scarceh had he spoke the word. Yet I'll be constant, Peggy Bawn, 

Till I thought On Vcggy Hav\n. To thee, for ever more. 



O Cherub Content. 

■0 — 1^ 

content at thy nooft coverd fhrine I would all tce 

Cherub content at thy nooft coverd fhrine I, would all the 

> I I I II' - 'I "Q - 

Slow ""^ ^~ 

^tJj^ cj p-gjjijiiij' i JijiJMaa 

gay hopes of ni\- bo _ foni re-fign, I would part with am-bition th}' 



(7 1 ^r rfff H i-J^i - ^ 

mQi '! aw=m 



vot. ry to be And bieathe not a vow but to friendfhip and thee. 






But th\' prefence appears from my purfuit to fij-, 
l.ike the gold coloiird cloud on the verge of the fky; 
Kg III lire that hangs on th<r green willow tree 
h fo (hart as the fmilc of thy favour to nie. 

In the pulfe of niy heart I have nourifhd a rare 
Thitt forbids me th\- fweet jnfpiration to fliare; 
The noon of my youth flow departing I fee; 
But its \ ears as the\- pafs bring no tidings of thee. 

Cherub content! at thj- mofs -coverd fhrine 

1 would offer my vows if Matilda were mine; 
Could I call her my own whom cnrapturd I fte, 

I would breathe not a vow but to friendfhip and thee. 

As wr\lkinL' fortli^ 

{^ _ _ ed In raiment flurjnoji ev ry thing the rage of winter fcor _ ned 
3^r p qSrzriz: 




H» f- 

• ^v^ - v- 

fTTTT r f rif r^ 

I caft mine e>e,and did efpj- A_jouth who irade great clu Tror; And 

J T^lfJ f [^ 

Upon his breaft he la\ aloiit;;. 

Hard' hy a murin'ring river. 
And mournful 1\ his doleful fong 

With fighs he did deliver; 
Ah! Jeany's face has comely grace. 

Her locks that fhine like lammer. 
With burning ra^B have cut my da^s; 

Tt'or omnia vincit amor. 

Her glancy ren like comets fheen. 

The morning-fun outfhining. 
Have caught my heart in Oupids net. 

And make me die with pining. 
Durft 1 complain, nature's to blame. 

So curious^- to frame her, 
Whofe beauties rare make me with care 

Cr} , omnL'i vincit amor. 

Ye cr>rtal ftreaTiis that fwift!) glide. 

Be partners of my mourning. 
Ye fragrant fields and meadovvs wild. 

Condemn her for her fcorning: 
Let every tree a witnels be. 

How Juftly I may blame her; 
Ye chanting birds, noJe thefe my word*. 

Ah. omnia vincit amor. 

Had fru." been kind as fhe was fair. 
She long had been admired. 

And been adord for virtues rare, 
Wh of life now makes me tired. 

Thus iaid;, his breath began to fail 
He colild not /peak, but. ftammer; 

He figh'd full fore, apd faid no more. 
But omnia \incit amor. 

When I obfervd him near to death, 

I run in haft to fave him. 
But quickly- he refign'd his bixath. 

So AfitV' th-j wound love gave him. 
Now for her fake this vow I'll make, 

M>' tongue fhall ay defame her. 
While on his hearfel'll write this verfe, 

Ahl omnia vincit amor. 

Straight I confiderd in my mind 

t'pon the matter rightly. 
And found tho* Cupid he be blind. 

He proves in pith moft mighty. 
For warlike Mars, and thutvdVing Jove, 

And Vulcan with his Hammer, 
Did ever prove the flares of love 

For omnia vincit amtor 

Hence we may fee th' effe<?^8 of Jove, 

Which gods and men keep under, 
That nothing can his bonds remove. 

Or torments break afunder; 
Nor wife nor fool, need go to fchoolt 

To learn this from his grammar; 
His hearts tke book where hc» to look, 

Yor omnia Tincit amor. 


The Battle of Harlaw."^ 

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ar. I th( Cor\ _norh on hie, A -las! alasl for the Harlaw. 



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( njarvlit quhat the matffr meint. 

All folks War in a fiery fairv : 
I wist nocht qua was fac or friend; 

Zit quietly I did nu carric 
But sen the da\s of auld kin^ llanie. 

Sir slaii/>hter was not hrrdf nor sf ne. 
And thair 1 had nae tynie to tair\ , 

Vnv bissiness in Aberdene. 

Thuii as I walk it on the way. 

To liivrriiry as I went, 
I met a id tii, and bad him sta^, 

Reqiifisiinij liiir to make me quaint. 
Of the boi^innirii; and the event. 

That hipptnir thair at the Harlaw; 
Then he entrited ntc f;jk tent. 

And ht the truth ,'^oiild tomed)aw. 

IVr, i^c. 

tr lought iipprv Iridav, July 24,' 1411, against Donald of the Isles. 

^ Robert Duke of Albany, uncle to King James 1, The account of this 
famous battle may be seen in. our Scots histories. 

Grit Dorald of the YIes d'id claim. 

Unto if'c lands of Hoss sum richt. 
And to the Qovr rnour "^ he came, 

Thaim for to half {jif that he micht; 
Quha saw his interest was but slicht: 

And thairfore answrrt with disdain; 
Ho hastit haine baith day and nicht. 

And sent nae bodward back again. 

But DonaJd richt impatifnt 

Of that answer Duke Kobert gaif. 
He vowed to God omnipotent. 

All the hale lands of Boss to haif. 
Or ells be graithed in his graif. 

He wald not quat his richt for nocht. 
Nor he abusit lyk a ^laif. 

That bar<'in sou!d be dcniv bochtA'c. 


O Botlm^H bank. 

''^ O Bothwell bank tjiou bloomeft fair. But ah thou 

SX^-S ^ Bothwell bank thou bloom 

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W^ ^ ^ IQ 

'"r F ^~f 

maket my heart fu fair. For a' beneath Ihj woods fae grCeiw -^ 

'Iff f rp i r ui'J i JJfi-i 

nd^ wad Ht at een While daifics an^ primrofes 

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lixt wi' blue bells in m\' locks he fixt, , O Both _ well 



Sad he Itn; me ae dreary <f»y, 
And haplie now fleeps in the clay-^ • 
Without ae figh his death to moan, 
Without ae flowV his grave to crown, 
O whither is my lover gone, 
Alaslfeai- he'll no or return. 
O Bothwell banif thou bloomtft fair, 
But a^l thou mak'fit nn- hea'-t fu fair. 


Wcc Willie Gray. 
Written for this Work b\-R. Burns. 


(^ doublet the rore upon the breer will be him troufe an' doublet. 

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Wee Willy Gray and his leather wallet; 
Twice a lily-flovver will be him fark and cravat; 
tc»ther* of a flee wad feather up his bonnet, 
leather* of a flee wad feather up hi« bonnet. 


When the d-\ys thcv arc l^ng. 

8 the;>- are larii.-., an' the fields thc\ grow green. 

I'al lal lal lai la fa la ra 

at Lammingtoit ev'ry year may be 



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too Wi' lads an lafses nae that few, .'An' O. tho fport 


There's iDony a fill^ come in on the frore, FA lal,(<r. 
Wi' galloping graith,clad ahint «n' afore, >rtl I»l,/^r, 

Our ancient W^ger for to win. 

The Prize nae left than fort\' pun'; 

To fee them is the beft o' fun, Jal lal^&r. 

The rout the town officers held at comTiiand, I'arial,*c. 

An' Bullies wi' halberts weel fcour'd, in their hand, Jal Ial,i<:c. 
To clear the courfe, the caufe was pude. 
An guide the rabble, wild an rude, 
>br ilka ane on tip tae ffooJ, lal lal, ^c. 

Now Kirkfield frae braw Lefmahago came, T*al lal,^:c. 
Our filler, nae doubt, for to tak wi' hini ham* Fal lal X.c. 

But tho' he cam wi' noife an' din, 

The beaft was unco laith to rin', 

Fn fhort the lad w»8 ahin, Fal lal itc. 

An' Glentowin's horfe, he was fairlj out -worn, t'al lal &c. 
That wiorninq- he gat a haill firlet o' corn, Fal lal Ike. 

His groom kept him but carelefslj-; 

"I ho, had he fed him foberlv 

Twas thought he wad hae won the grce, ¥:t\ 'a I Ike. 

But Kingledore'.s mare, fhe brak aft" at the firft, Fal lal fir. 

Sax paces an' mair afore a' the reft, Fal lal iK:c. 
.She was fae fupple an far ftfjut^ 
She led tte lave a' round about. 
An cam in firft -a« fhe gade out, lal Ul kc. 

Now Glentowins horfe, he could do nae niair, I'"?-! lal Aic. 

An' Kirkfiel's, o'er heavy to har ony fhare, lal lal l<^r. 
Sue Kingledore's brown •bonn\ mare, 
Set aff wi' a' our daint\ geas. 
An caper'd croufly thro' tho- fair Fal lal ^c. 


The banks of the Dee. 

*-^ the nigfeting'tle fun^ from the tree at the foot of a rock where the riv€rwas 

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flowing ( lit rrA'relf dov\Ti on the banks of the Dee, FlowonlovelyDee flow on thou 






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*-^ fivcet river thy banks pureft ftream fhali be dear to me ever for there I firft 


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u-n^iht tt.:^^f= f ^^^^ ^ 

gain'd the affection and favour of Jamie the glorj <fe pride of the Dee 

But now hes gone froin we and left roe thus mourning. 
To quell the proud rebels, for valiant is he. 
And ah there's no hope, of hi." fpeed^ returning, 
I'o wrander again on the banks of the Dee. 
He's gone, haplefs >outh,o'cr the loud roaring billows 
The kindoft and fweeteltof al' the g;i\ fellows. 
And loft uie to ftray mong'st thife once loved willowij. 
The lonelioft maid on the banks of the Dee. 

But time and my prsyers may perhaps y^t reftore him, 
Bleft peace may reftore vay dear fhepherd to me. 
And when he returns with fuoh care I'H watch o'er him. 
He nerer fhall leave the fwect banks of the Dee. 
The Dee then fhall flow, all its beauties difplaAing, 
The lambs on its banks fhall again be feen placing. 
While \ with my Jamie am carelefsl\- ftraying, 
And tafting again all the fwectJ»" of the Dee. 


Scenes of woe and. scenes of pleaswre,, 

W litter. b> R^urns. 


ct-nes of woe aii/d scenes of pica . sure. Scenes t'. .t 

Ver^ Slow 

H+ I Jzrzrzil 

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thoughts re'_ncv>; scenes of wo£ and scenes of pteasuic. 






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gloaming, l<are thoe vxcci he -fore I gang Bon ny D.H)n wharf- 

^^r ' r ^ - 4:i 4:p dJ£^#E^ 

feg-j ^ij ^5^ .40 .^8^ 

- !\" roam . ing. First I weav.^ the rus -tic sang. 

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Bowers aJien. v\Iier<- Inu- !< c'o\ ing. 
First enthrairfl tlii.s luatt o" mine. 
There the .-rifitsr s^fcts t ii|(;v ing. 
Sweets- that nciin', ne'er shall tine. 
''Vii-nds HO ntii- nn hosoiii ever, 
Vc hat render^J moiiients dear; 
But alas! when fovc 1 to sever. 
Then the stroke, O how se\trel 

lViends,that parting tr>ir rfscrvt- it, 
I'ho tis df>iibly dtar fn mo; 
foil Id 1 think T did deserve it, 
H()v\ much happier woud I be, 
.S'rehe.s ot woe and Scenes ot plrasun . 
Scenes that former thought renew; 
Scenes of woe and Scenes ofploa.'-uic 
Now a sad an<i last adieu. 


Go to Berwick Johnnv 


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^^1Q -\L. GrC to Berwick Johnny bring her frae the border 3.t)n fweet 


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J J Jf l l R 

rae nae faraer. Lneli 

bonnie kfsie, let her gae nae 

n/»lifh louns will twine 3 e o' the 

J!!;f:: ^<;pf|— ^ J B-^ ^ cj - :gE^ 

•Iv JiTufure but we'll let them ken a {word wi' them well meaflire. 


Ifjvi-Iy JiTufure but we'll let them ken 




Gi> to Berwick Johnny , 
An' rej^ain 3 our honour 
Drive them o'c-r the Tweed, 
An' f haw our S<-otti(h b;inn»r. 
I am Hah the King, 
An' yrr are Jock mv hrither. 
Bur I, (fore we lofe her, 
\Vt''II t' there the gither. 

TVvr^Ai ^t the Ihinintj niid d^.y hour. 



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^\^^ -<*^ *f T'wjis at the fhrnint< irid .d;i\- hour. When all be 


A liftU Iivclv 



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gan to gaumt That hunger, ruggd at Wat tya breast, 'Knd 

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the poor iad grew faint. His face wus like a bacon 

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ham. That lani,' in reek had hung and horn hard vvas his 










rhat hf-Id the- ha^_ zc-1 



•So wad the fofteft fMce ajjpear 

Oi the maift dr'is\ /park 
And fuch the hands that fords *\ad hae, 

VVre thej- kept clo/l a( v/ark . 
Ffi» head was like a heathen, hiilh 

Beneath his honnet blcie. 
On his htaid ch- eka frae lug to iiig, 

^fls bairdN briftles t^rew. 
But hunger, like a ^nawint' "aoiuj, 

Q«di ruinbrini;; thro' his kvtc. 
And nothing now l)uf folid g<r(r 

Could give his heart del\te. 
He to the kitchen ran with fpeed, 

To his lov'd Madu't ht ran. 
Sunk down into the chiiiincv nook 

With vifa^e four and v^■^\^. 
fiet up, he cries, my crdh\ love. 

Support nrj' finking faui 
With Ibmething that is fit to rhew, 

Bf t either het or caul. 
This i« the how and hun<.'•r^ hour, 

When the beft cures for grief 
Are cogue fous of thy l\th>- kail. 

And a good Junt of berf- 
Oh Watt\, Watt>, Madge replies, 

I but oer jnftlx trow'd 
Your lore whb thowle^s and that ye 

For cakfiUDnd pudding woo'd. 
Bethink tlie«,Watt^ on that night, 

Wh»n all were faft afleep. 

How ^e ki{sd nu frae cheek to cheek 

Now leave thefc cheeks to dreep. 
How coud ye ca mv hurdles fat. 

And comfort of ,\our fight? 
How couti ye roofc my dinipl(d han<^. 

Now all m)' dimples flight? 
Why did yov promiie me a fnood. 

To bind my locks fae brown? 
W)u- did you me iine garters height, 

Yet let my hofe fa' down 1 
O faithlefs Watty think how aft 

I mend _) our farks and hofel 
For you how man} bannocks ffcj^n, 

How man\' cogues of brofe. 
liut hark! the kail bell rings and I 

Maun gae link aff the pet; 
Coiiie foe, ye fiafh, how fnir I {\\cA, 

To ftegh _>'0'jr guts,\e fot. 
The grace was faid.the Mafter ferv'd, 

l"at Madge retjurn'd again, 
Blyth Watt}' raii/e ruid rax'd himfell, 

And fidfc^ci Vf was fie fain. 
He h)d him to the favour^ bench, 

Where a warm haggles ftood. 
And gart hisgool^- thro' the bag 

Let out its fat hearts blood. 
And thrice he cry cl, come eat,dear Madii»o 

Of this cklicious fare; 
■Syne clawd it aff moft clevrrlv. 

Till he could eat naii m.Hr. 


Hrive jori any Fots or Pans, 

Set another set of this Tune Vol. 1^* ?agc- 24 



Have you an\ pots or pans. Or an^ bro_ken chandlers? T 

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^^ UJ^^-^ J .r jjBEJi J 

1) a tinker to irj trade And new _ ly come frae I^'landers. As 



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scant of siller as of grart, Dis , banded, we vr a had run; Ga.itf 

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^'-' tei! the 

^ ^^^^^p ^^^^fe 

f the place, I'm come to clout hir Citldron. 

^^ ^^mm 

l-'ladaiii, if 30U have w;irk tor nir. 

i'll flo't to jouv conttntiiient,. 
Anii (Jiiina care a sini^:!*? ilie 

^or an-v usan s resfntment; 
For lad\ fan, ihouy^h I appear 

To ev r\ ane a tinker, 
V(t (o \f)iirs(ll rii) bauld to (ell, 

S am a [j;entU jinker. 

I.ovL Jupiter into a «w - 

lurn'd for his loveiv l.eda; 

Ho like a bull oer meadows ran, 
r<) carr\' ait turopa. 

Then may not I, as v\ell as he. 
To cheut \our Ar^us blinker. 

And win your love like a]ight\ Jove, 
Thujs hide aie in a tinkler. 

Sir, ye appear a cuniiin^man. 

But this fine fil"t \ou'li fail in, 
l^or there is neither pot nor pan 

Of mine >ou'Il drive a nail in. 
Then bind your budget on your back, 

And nails up in your apron, 
I'br I've a tinkler under tiick 

That's us'd to. clout nn> caldron. 

Now baok an brae. 


51 o* 

A 4-^ 

^Q1 ^«^ Now bank an brae are claithcJ in green an fcattcr'ci 


cowf-lips fv\eet-l;y fp'ing by Ciir_van« f«J ry haun ted 

-cf*- ftrt-.ui) 'Tie birdies i'lit on wanton wint' TRb (\l]fillis banks ^hen 

v*-^ eenintj iiiV there wi' niv Ma-rv ]«t fl*e {lee there catch her 

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il -ka ijlanrc- c . -v- h- boiinie blink o' Ma_r\-'s oe. 

^#^tf=fr ■! J jU:. ^4^-Ti H^ 


'Ihf chield wha boafts o' warlds walth. 

Is afteri laird o' meikle care; 
but MiiT} she is a' niin« ain, 

Ahl Kortujie canna gie me mair. 
Then Jet me range b\' CalfiHj* banks. 

W'i' her the Jaffie dear to me. 
And catch her ilka glance o' love, 

The bonny blink o' Marys ee . 


Ae day a braw wooer, 8C<j. 

Vv Burns. 

S^Q-^ '^^ ^^^ ^ ^"'^ '^""^'^ ^=*"'^ dtfvvn the lang glen. And sair wi'hw 

Li veil 



love he did deave me; But T said there was 


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vas naethin^ i hi 

bated like 



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men. The deuce gae wi him to be - lieve me believe me, The 

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p-^^; j'.i- g i .^•■1 I I 1 ■ 

to be _ lieve nie . 

A weel stocket mailen hitDsel o't the laird. 
An*! bridal aff han' was the proffer, 

I never loot On, that T ken'd or I car'd. 
But ihouffht I might get a waur offer. 

He Spake o' the darts o my bonnj black een, 

. An' o for my love he was diein'; 
I said, he might die when he liket for Jean, 
The gude forgie me for liein*. 

But what do ye think, in a fortnt^ht or less, 
(^The diefs in his taste to gae near her^ 

He's down to the castle to black cousm Bess, 
Think how the Jade I cou'd endure her. 

An' a' the niest ouk as T freted wi' care, 
I gade to the trvst o' Dulgarlock; 

An wha but my bra' fickle wooer was there, 
VVha glowr'd as if he'd seen a warlock. 


Out owre my left shouther I gied him a blink, 

Le«t neighbour shoud think I was saury; 
My wooer he caperd as hed been in drink, 

An' vow'd that I was a dear lassie. 

I ppier'd for nry cousin, fu' couthie an sweet. 

An' if she'd recoverd her hearin ; 
An' how. my auld ^ shoon fitted her shachel'd Icct 

Gude saf us how he fell a swearin. 

He beggcloie for gudesake that I'J be his wife. 

Or else 1 wad kill him wi' snrt-ow; 
An just to preserve the poor bodit- /in life, 

I think I will wed hitii to morrow. 

^ An o'! lo\tr. 

To the Foregoing^ Tune. 

' I ""HlC Qu«en o' the Lothians cam cruisin to l<"ife 

-*- J'al de fal, lal de ral, lairo, - 
To see gin a wooer wad tak her for life. 

Sing he^., fal laJ de ral, la! de ral, lal de ral, 

Ht>, fal lal de ral, lairo. 
She had na been lang at the brow o' th* hill, ]^al <*tc. 
Till Jockie cam downfor to visit Lochriell, Sing hey, fal <^r. 
He took the aunt to the ncuk o' the ha, _ Fal <tr. 
Whare naebodj heard, and whare nae body saw, _ Sing h.; fal K.r. 
Madam, he sa^s, I've thought on youradvire _ Val ^c. 
I wad marr;) _yt>ur niece, but I'm fleyd she'll be nice, — Sin^hcyfil 
Jockifc, she sa\8, the warks done to >our hand, _ Vul ^c. 
I'^ve spoke to my niece, and she's at your command, ._ Sing bej i.Afyc. 
But troth. Madam, I canna woo, _ l<"al &c. 
Jbr aft I hae tried it, and ay I fa' thro, _Sing he\ fal ^c. 
l{ut,0 dear Madam, and y-e wad begin _ l*'al 'tc. 
l*'or I'm as fle>'d to do it, as it were a sin, —Sing he\ fal ^c. 
Jenn\- cam in, and Jockie ran out, _ Fal ^c. 
Madam, she says, what hae ye been arbout, _ Sing hty fal <>;c. 

Jeiin^, she sa> s, I ve been workin for you, I'al <V< . 

for what do ye think, Jockie's come here to woo, —Sing he\ fal <v 
Now Jenn^ tak care, and dash na the lad, — I'al ^c. 

For offers like him are na ay to be had, Sing hey fal fee. 

Madam, l!ll tak the advice o' the wise, _- Fal &c. 

I. ken the lad's worth, and I own he's a pri/.e, _Sing hey h.I <Vc. 

Then she cries but the house, Jockie come here, — YA fee. 

Ye've neathing to do but the question to spier, _ Sin^ hoy fal fee. 

The question waa spier'd, and the bargain was struck, _ Fal fee. 

The neebors cam in, and wish'd them gude luck, _ Sing bey fal ^:c» 



GiicJeen to ^oii kiminer. 

Corrected hy Burns. 

Gud_cen tQ j'ou kim^irer and how de ye do? 









Hiccup, quo' kim mer. The bet _ ter that l*i 







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, our houfe at hame, VSVre h nod _ din ^i^ nid nod— dii 

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J^ 1/ *l " ;g 


J J J llrnr 

our houfe at haniev 


J II' ' 

Kate fits i' the, ncuk, 

S'uppin hen broo; 
Dei I tak Kate 

An* fhe be na noddin tool 
We*re a' noddin &c. 

Hows a *\i' >ou, KiiiiiTier, 

. And how do ye fare? 
A pint o' the beft o't. 
And twa pints mair. 
We're S noddin ^c. 

Hows a wi jou, kimmer, 

And bow do ye thrive; 

How iiion> bairns hae _>^? 

Quo* kimmer, I hae five, 
Were a' noddin ^ 

Are the)' a* JohnyB? 

Ehl atweel no: 
Twa o them were gotten 

VVhen Johny was awa . 
We're a' noddin ^c. 

Cats like milk 

And dogo like broo; 
Lada like lafses wee I, 

And lafges lads too. 
We're a' noddin i^c. 

In Brecliin did a wab«ter dwell. 


ay't stark, and Strang q. 

»i*re lie had a lus, ty Jade, Baith stur 


Hj r T r 1 1 

f\- trtif.r\ flkieffh ^ ountr vad, \n he had soard hrr lanff o. 



The »» ih?iti r hnr*« |ij«i ?iij,re ^a work* 1 hty clippetl htr, and nipped her. 

Vnr mtt^^'r s:' ' 1 « orn nor h;n , 

> ' r -»:'n i ! )n <• stihli ; 
r?»if ?"in?' :» I . iiisd dmiJ^ I! f , 

^nd rjj»!^,;.s >jj« frfMv tf«. tfinn, 

I am n»it worfh f? \ srortw,. 

The wahster Bworf- » bloody frA\h. 

And out hf drew a knif* , 
If one word ron.e out of th\ h<^t'), 

1 vow ni tak* th\ \iU . 
The mare ay, for fear ii\ ., 

♦ietl faintinj; to the if round. 
And tfToanmjrand moanlne 

KeH in a dtadl^ SHOfm. 

ThcA took from her the skin; 
The haunches, and the paunches, 

1hf\' quicklj- brought them in: 
Make haste, dame, said he. 

And wash this grease, and dr_j*t, 
For I will hazard on n\ life. 

The do<?^or'8 wife-will bu_>-t., 

rhe\' rumb!cl her, thc_> tumbl'd her, 

'Yhfv shot her o'er the brae: 
With rumb!inti;,-^nd tumbling. 

She to the ground did gae. 
Hut the night being cauld, 

And the mare wanting her skin. 
And diirkness came out o'er the land, 

And fain woud she been in. ^c. 



Willy's rare, and Willy's fair. 



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S^<3"V^ Willi's rare, and Wilh-s fair. And Willy's wond*. rous 1^ 




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i&i Jirc r-^^mrtri ^fi-^ t 

bgnnie; and V\ill\ heght to niarr^ me gin etr he marr^ d 

i^i I J £/• J N^^-^ri r= i-f=^ 

on^ oh gin e er he mar ryd ony, 




Ycstrttn 1 made ny bed fu' brade. Or came you by \on meadow green. 

The night I'll make it narrow; Or saw you my sweet Wilh .'' 

J'or a' the live lang winters night, 

I lie twin'd of my marrew. She sought him east, she sought him west 

She sought him brad and narrow; 

O cam^ ^ou by yon watjc-r side. Sine in the clifting of a craig, 

Pu'd you the rose or lily; She found him drown'd in Yarrow. 

My Daddy left me 8Cc. 

e j.^.u^.By=^: ^ J I J jnsii 

^"^G*^ * -'• ^!'^dy '^f*^ °ie g®^*" 'tnough a cou.ter and an 














auld beam plough a nebbed staff a nut?ing t\Tie a fishing 

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wand wi* hook and line Wi' twa auld stools and a dirt 

^^M 1 -f- ^ifr-14 r-^-f 

^ ^ ^^- ctf-t^' t^ ^ ' :\ ii [fi f-^ 

house- a jer_kin_ct scarce worth a louse an auld pat that 


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iLD^ n^jlJ j^l^J J J B l i 

wants the lug a spur_ tie and a sow _ en 

^-14 1 '4 P^^ 


A hMrpkcM heckle, and apiell. With an auld broken pan of brass, 

A tar-horn, and a weather's bell. With an auld sark that wants the arse, 

\ TTUct fork, and an auld peet creel. An auld-bhnd,Snd a hoodling how. 
The sprtkea of our auld spinning wheel. I hope, my bairns, ye re a weil now,-, 
A pair of branks,^ea,and a saddle, 

W'ith our auld brunt and broken laddie. Aft have I borne ^e on ii,\ back, 
^ whang-bit, and ;• '■nif^le- bit; With a this riff-raff in ny park; 

Cheat up, t]]^ bairns-, and dance a fit. And it was a' for want of gear,^ 

Th;tt i^art me steal Mtss John's grty ma"' 

A f!:<ilin,u-st;iff nnd a timmer spit. 
An auld kirn and a hols m it, 
Yarn-winnles,and a reel, 
A f« tter - lock, a trump of steel, 
A whistle, and a tup horn spoon. 
With an auld p^ir of clouted shoon, 
A timmer sp:tc!{ , and a gleg shc^r, 
A bonnet for nn' bairns to wear. 

^ timmer tong.a broken cradle. 
The pillions of an auld car-saddle, 
A gullie-knife and a horse-wand, 
A mitten ff*r *hf- W h hand. 

Kut now, my bairns, what ails \e now 
For y e ha'e naigs enough to plow; 
And hose and shoon fit for 3 out ffft^ 
Chtar up, m^- bairns, and dinna grtet» 

Then with m\ set I did advise, 
M\ daddy's gear for to comprj/e; 
S'ome neii^hbours I c»'d in to see 
V\ h.<t gear ny dadd\- left to me. 
1 hey sat three qtiarters of a _> ear, 
Compri>'ing of r\:v daddvs gear; 
And when thev had gien a' their votes, 
Twas scarcely- a worth four pounds sroN 


Stern winter has left na 

7 <^f!i Stern winter has left U8, the trees are in bloom A c owsl ips <te 
^ VI lets the ireadowD perfume; While kids are disporting.fe birds fill the 

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J^cky Among the young lilies, my Jenny, I've stra\-*d. 

Pinks, daisies, and woodbines T bring to my maid; 
Hires thyme swjfetly smelling, and lavender gay, 
A posy to form for my Queen of the May. 

Jenry Ahl Jocky, I fear you intend to beguile. 

When seated with IVfoIly last night on a ,sa|e. 
You swore that you'd love her for ever and aj-, 
forgetting poor Jenny, your Queen of the Maj'. 

Jof ky Young Willy is handsome in shepherds green dress. 
He gave you these ribbons that hang at ^our breast. 
Besides three sweet kisses upon the new hay; 
Was that doriif: like Jenn\, the Queen of the May? 

Jenny This garland of roses no longer I pri/.e, 

Sinct Jock^, hearted, his passion denie»: 
Ye flowers so hlooniing, this instant deca\. 
For Jen in 9 no longer the Queen of the May. 

Jocfc^' Believe me, dear Qiaiden,your lover you wrong. 
Your name is for ever the thtme of mv song; 
From the dews of pale eve' to the dawning of day, 
I sm<i but of fcnnv, my Queen of the May. 

Jenny Again, balmy comfort with trans|><)rt 1 view, 
Mv fV us are all vanish'! since Jocky is true; 
Then to our blyth shepherds the news I'll convey. 
That Jcniu alone > ou've crown'd Queen of the May. 

Jocky Come all \e joung lovers, I praj- >ou draw near. 
Avoid all suspicion, whate're ma^ appear; 
Believe not your ej es, lest \ our peace they betray. 
Then come, my dear Jenny, and hail the new May., 

Stern winter hns left us. Second Sett. 
Jtnn\ . 

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kids are dis- porting, and birds fill the spr.iv F wait {or i \ 

I ^t lockv. 

Jocky to hail the new May. A^mong the young liT ie8 u 


•< Jen-ny T ve stray d, Pmks, daisies, and woodbines 1 bring to uy 


f^ ' 1^ f .11 'I' 

maid; Here « thyme sweet Ij^- smelling, and la_ven_der ga\ A 



uU-iU-=j^Ad=ft=t= i =s 

po_ sy-' to form for wy Queen of the Ma\ , 


Ah Mary sweetest miiH 

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A'^Q ■< J|(- Ah Mar}- sweetest maid farewell, "VTx hopes ;.re llown for 

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as to wreckl Heaven guard _>ou love and heal your heart,tho mine a_-, 


«* '• V'V ■ _ ^ ^ • ,. , 

Fkdi^cl the morn to be \ our bride! Ah hue >e, haeje tacn the rue. 

^* Ye canna wear a rugged gown, O beggar wed wi' nought u _ va My 



Wilhes sake I Willie lo*ed tho' poor, ,c arc try Willie .sttH. 

He- He 

Yfe canna thok- the- vMnd and rain. Pardon lovei twas a' a snare 

Nor wander friendless far frae haaie: The ilocks are safe _we reednupart; 
Cheer cheer jour heart some richer swain, I'd forfeit. then:i and ten tinies auar, 
Will soon blot out lost Willies name. To clasp thee, Mary, to my heart. 

I'll tak my bundle in my hand 
And wipe the dew_drap frae my ee; 
T'll wander wr^e o*er the land, 
Vll venture wi' ye o*er the fca. 

Could } e wi' my feelings sport, 
Or doubt a heart sae warm and true. 
I should wish mischief on ye fort. 
But canna wish ought ill to }<>\i. 

i? -c^ <^ <3- <^ ■:> <j <> -c^ <f <j <} <j -c^ -iJ ^ "J> <> -{J -tJ -i^ -f J -;> -^ -fJ ^K> ^i::- ^ -•:j -.^ ^ -i^ 
Anna, thj Charms my bosom fire. 

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* Anna thy charms my bosom fire. And press my soul with 

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care But ah, how bootless to admire, When fat ed to des _pair 
imm I ■ ». ^ ■ ■ ■■ ■ ■ • . » -^^ — ■4*-^ j m i i> -'*' l» — 0- 

wmpj^ g- r r 'l^ ^ ^M^^ ^ 

Wi-ifw n for this Work b\ Kobert Burns. 

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Thy cheek is o* the> hue. 

331 "^ ''^} ch*ek "i« o* the roee» hue. My on_Iy Joe and 



f m ^^pK. 

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f.'iiru-. <J, Thy neck ia like the «il_ler dew up _ on the 




''*^ b;. ik HH(- brier _i^O{ Thy teeth are o' the i-vo.r^, O 

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ggj ^^^ &^J I J ^^ 

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b[inkK on me, Mv on _ Iv loc and dear . ie O. 




'lie birdie BingH upon the thorn 
ll« '^an^ o' joy fu' chperJe, O. 
Mej»jiring in the simmer morn, 
N.u care to niak it eerie O! 
H\tt fittle kenH the fyjingster eweet 
Aii;;ht o' the care I hae to meet, 
I'liiit gats my reetles boBotn beat, 
Mv onK joe and dearie, Oi 

V^hin VNO war bairnies on yon brae 
Aiifl youth vvai) biinkin' bony Ol' 
l\(l 'A' vvtdl daff the leelan^ cfa\, 
Oiii )(»vs fu' t>*^tet and monie O. 

Aft I wad chare thee oer the lee, 
•Vnd. round ^bout the thornie tree, 
Or pu* the wild -flonerH a* for thft. 
My OnK Joe and dearie O. 

I hae' a wish I canna tine 
Man|t> H the cares that <<rif v«» «i e O. 
A wifih that thou w(rt fvr-r a,mi). 
And never iiiuir to kb\c- me O. 
Then I wad daut thee niji^ht and <in: , 
Nnr ither war'l_> care v»a,| h.»«' 
Til! Iifes warn) stream forjfc^ot toplav, 
Mv ')n!v- for- and dtarie O. 


Writftn 4or thisVV'ojk ^\ Hoh* rt Hums. 


/^"TO ^*^ O 3\ tr\ imI- sf)f- dariL' Mt, An att n ■, wi<< nut 

A litf It livc/\- 

<(' ban^'d rut, li _> c j^ie a w^) . niai) h TTTr ; i*ill dndt 

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faith sht-'ll Koon orr-^ant; >o. On |;' in < ;<n ! reat in) 


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tua.M \ (J; Huf n< vtr hoin .St 


nan's in _ Jcnt, A.s cur . st c\ _ U u,ik cht . r> <i. 


.Some eairit comfort still at I.isf, 
When a' thir da^« arr done, iii:in, 

M> pain* o* hfll on earth is piist, 

I'm Bur«- o bliss aboon man 

O a\ n;^ wife «ht- i'ic* 



Come nnder my plaidy. 

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Come under my plaid>', the nights ga'en to fa*; Come 




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unJf r IT)} plaidy, and he down bcTide me; There's room in't 

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dear lafsie, believe me for twa Come under my plaidj', and 

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Ije down befide me I'il hap ye frae ev'ry cauld blaft that will 



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blaw. O come under my plaidy, and lye down befide me there's 









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TGom in t dear lafsie be .^ htve me for twa . 

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*Gac- *WH m* your plaidyl sulci Donald gae* wal 

*1 fear na the cauld blaft, the drift, nor the f^aw. 

*Gae wa wi' ^our plaidyl I'll no lye befide _>e, 

*Ye may be my gutchard, auld Donald gae wa. 

'\*m ga*en to meet Johnny, he's young and he's bonm, 

'He's been at Meg's bridal, fou trig and fou brawl 

'O there's nane dance fae lightl}-, fae gracefu' fae tightl\ , 

'His cheek's like the new rofe, his brow's like the fnaw . 

"Dear Marion let that flee ftick faf> to the wa, 
"Your Jocks but a gowk, and has naething ava, 
"The haill o his pack he has now on his back, 
"He's thretty, and I'm but threefcore and twa. 
"Be frank now and kmdh', I'll bufk you aye- fintl^ ; 

*At kirk or at niarket they'll few gang fae braw; 
"A biin houft to bid? in, a chaife for to ride in. 

And flunkus to tend yc as aft as ^e ca'. 

My father's a^- telld me, my mithcr and a, 
'Ye'd mak' a gude hufband, and keep me ay br:*w, 
'It's true I loo Johnny he's gude and hes bonnj-, 
'But waes mel je ken he has naething ava. 
'I hae little tocher, ;>ou've made a gude offer, 
M'm now mair than twenty, m\- time is. but fma 
'Sae gie me j, our plaidie, I'll creep in befide ye, 
'r thought je'd been aulder than threefcfSt-e and tw.-K 

She crap in a\ont him, befide the ftane wa 

Whar Johnn% was lift ning and heard her tell a. 

The da\- was appointed, his proud heart it dunted. 

And ftrack 'gainft his fide as if burfting in twa. • 

He wander'd hame weary, the night it was drearj . 

And thowlefs, he tint his gate deep mang the fnaw. 

The Howlet was fcreaming, while Johnn\ cried. Women 

V\'ad marr\ auld nick if he'd keep^thcm ay bra. 

"O the doel's in the lafsesl thej- gang now fae bra, 
"The\ 'II I;, -down wi' auld men o' fourfcore and twa, 

1 he haill o' their marriage, is gowd and a 'carriage, 
'I'lain love is the cauldeft blaft rtow that can blawi 
But lo'e them I canna nor marry I winna 
*Wi' on\ daft lafsie. tho' fair as a Queen, 
TiH love ha'e a fhare o't, the never a'hair ot 
Shall gang in my wallet at morning or een!' 


Come follow, follow me. 

^'(^^ < Come follov^,^oi^«vv nr, ^^t: tairyflvfs that be, ^ Come 

-< ijome to^ov^,tol^«vv "'^'♦^i'- ta'ry 

Lively l<*^ [ »»^ "^ 



VMicn mortals are at rest, 

Knd snoring in th ir nest; 

Unhfed, and unes]:.y'(i. 

Through key holes we do glide. 
Over tables, stools and sheKes, 
We trip it with our I'airN elves. 

And if the house -be foul. 
With filatter, dish or bowl, 
Vp stairs we nimbl\ en tp. 
And find the sluts as!tf|!; 
Then we pinch their arms and thighs: 
None us hears, and none us t.pies. 

But if the house be swept. 
And from uncleanness k<pf, 
W^e praise the hous' hold maid. 
And syreK she is paid: 
iLver^' night before we go. 
We drop a teeter in hersi^oe. 

Then o'er a mushroom s head 
Our table-cloth we spread, 
\ grain of r\«Hor» 

The diet that v>x eat; 
Pear!\ drops of dew vH drink. 
In acorn cups fill'd to the brink. 

The brain of nightingales. 
With unctious fat of snails, 
Between tv\ocockles stewd. 
Is meat that's eas'K chewd. 
And brains of worms K marrow of mice 
Do make a feast that's wondrous nic«. f 

The grasshopper, gnat and fly. 

Serve for our minstr*ls>. 

Crace said, ne dance a while. 

And so the time beguile; 
But if the- mx)on doth hide h*r head*. 
The glow -worn) lights u«„ home to b** 

o'er tops of deM/y grass 

So nimbljy we do pass. 

The young and tender stalk; 

Ne'er bend^ where we do v-alk; 
Yet in the morning maj- be seen. 
Where we *ht Night before Lave been, 


Lord Tbomns and fair Annet. 


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^^O^'^ ■** Lord Thomas and fair Annet Sat a' day on a hill Whan 

Lord Thomas faid a word in Jeft, 

Fair Annet took it ill; 
A. I win never wed a wife 

Againft mj- ain friends will. 

Gif ye will never wed a wife, 
A wife will neer wed yce. 

Site he is hanie to tell his mither. 
An' knetd upon his knee: 

O rede, O rede, mither, he fa\s, 
A ^ude rede gie to me. 

O fall I tak the nut-biowne bride. 
And let fair Annet be;' 

Ife rede ye tak fair Annet, Thomas, 
And let the browne bride alane. 

Left ^e fould figh, and fay, Alas 
What is this we brought hame.'' 

No, r will tak my mithers counfel. 
And marrifcJJie out o hand. 

And I will tak the't^ut-browne bride, 
Fair Annet maj' leave the lancf. 

Up then rofe fair Annets father 
Twa hours or it MeredaV, 

And he is gane into the bowei- 
Wherein fair Annet lav- 

The nut-browne bride has gowd ^ gear. Rife up, rife up, fair A n net, he fa) s, 
Jair AuRet fhe's gat nane. Put on your filken fheene. 

And the little bewtie fair Annet has. Let us gae to St Maries kirk,. 
O it y(ili foon be gane. And fee that rich weddc-Q.. 

^nd he ha» to his brither gane. My maids- gae to my drrffing-room. 
Now, brither, rede ^e me. And drefs to me ray hair, 

A. fall r marrie the nut-browne bride, Whair ere ye laid a plait before. 
And let feir Annet bej". See ye lay ten times mair. 

The nut-browne bride has oxen, brother, My maids , gae to my dreffing-rooii. 

The hut-browTie bride has kye. And drefs to me m\- fmOck, 

I wad hae 3,* marrie the nut-browne bridc,The one half^is o' the hoUand fine. 

And ca-it fair Annet by . The other o nc*dk-work. 

Her oxen may d)e 1' the houre,Billie, 
And her kye into the hyrc. 

And f fali hae naething to vnyfell 
But a fat fadge hy the {yre. 

And he has till his fifter gane: 

Now, lifter, rede _>e ire, 
O fall T marrie the nut-browne bride. 

And fet fair Annet free? 

The horfe fair Annet rade upqn* 
He amblit like the wind, 

Wi' filler he was fhod before, 
Wi' burning gowd behind. . 

Four-and-twent;>- filler bells 
Werrra tied till his mane, 

Wi \ae tift o the norland wind. 
They tinkled ane bj- ane. 




Hadti by fitir Annctl* fide, 
Ar.J four anr}. twenty fair liidits. 
As gin fhe had bin a bride. 

And whun Oie ean to Marie^ kirkt-, 
.She- fat on Marie's ftean, " 

The ckading that fciir Annet had on 
h fkinkled in theiceen. 

And v\han (he cam into the kirke, 

Sh^ -fkimmerd like the fun. 
The belt that was aboiite her waift 
,Was a wi'pearles bedone. 

Ibr J did get that ver\- rofe -water 
Into my inither's wame. 

The bride fhe drew a long bodkin 
Prae out her gay head gear. 

And ftrake fair Annet unto the fctart. 
That word fpak never mail . 

Lord^ Thomas faw fair Annet wax paJe, 
And marvelit what mote bee. 

But whan he faw her dear hearts blude, 
A' wood wroth wexed hee. 

He drew his dagger that was fae fharp. 
That was fae Iharp and meet. 
She fat her hy the hut-browne bride. And drave it in to the nut broune bride. 

And her een they wer fae clear. 
Lord Thomas he clear forgat the bride. 
When feir drew near. 

Ho had a rofe into his hand. 

He gae if kiisfes three. 
And reaching b\ the nut-browne bride. 

Laid it on fair Annets knee. 

Lp then (pak the nut browne bri'de. 

She fpak wi' meikie fpite, 
An^d wfaair gstt 3* tfoi^ rofe-water 

That does xnAk _>ee fae white? 

O I did ^t the roCe-^ water 

Whair ye wiill neir-^et nane. 

That fell deid at his feit. 

Now ftav for me,,dear Annet, he faid. 

Now fta\-, my dear, he crj^d; 
Then ftrake the dagger until his heart. 

And fell deid hy hir fide. 

Lord Thomas was burjd without kirk-wa 
J'air Annet within the quiere; 

And o'- the tane thair grew a birk. 
The other a bonny briere. 

And ay they ^-' w, and a\' thej' threw. 
As the^- ,v,jhI taine be neare, 

And by thi's \e ms\ ken right weil, 
T^e_)' wer twa luvers deare. 

William and Margjaret. 


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Twwi at 

the filcnt folemn hour when night and morn _ ing 









set: In tlided Mare'reti crimlv fdioit and ftood at William's feet Her 

eet; In glided Marg'reti grimly ^koit and ftood at William's feet Her 


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face was like an April morn clad in a wintry cloud and chy 

So ftiail the faireft face appear "VV^y did >t)u % my lips wjts f^^fet, 

When >outh and ye&rg are flown» "And made the fcarlet pale? 

.Such is the robe that Kings muft wear "And why did I.young witlefs maidi 

When Death has reft" their crown. "Believe the flattering' talc? , 

Her bloom was like the fpringing flow'r "That face, a las I no iiiore.-tti -fair. 

That fips the filTcr dew; "Thofe lips no longer red: ^ 

The rofe was budded in her cheek, "Dark are my ejes.nov, clos'd in death, 

juft op'ning to the view. "And every churm is ilcd. 

Hut love had,like a canker- worm. 

Confum'd her fcarh prime. 

The rofe ^rew pale, and left her cheek; 

She dv'd before her time. 

"Awiikel "ihe cr\''d,"thy true love calls, 

"Come from her midnight grave;, 

"Now let thy pity hear the maid 

"Thj' love refus'd to fave. 

This is the dumb and dreary hour 
"When injur'd ghofts complain, 
"VShen \ awning grtives give up their dead 
"To haunt the faithlefs fwain. 
"Bethink thee, Williaml of thy fadlt, 

'Th_\- pl^ge and broken oath, 
"And gne me back my maiden vow, 
"And give me back my troth. 

Wh;>' did >ou promife love to me, 
"And not that promife keep? 

Wh}- did ^'ou fwear my e3'es were bright 
"Yet leave, thofe e;yeB to weep? 
'How could you fay my face was fair, 
"And >et that face forfake? 

Hqw could you win my virgin heart, 
"Yet leave that l^eart- to break. 

"The hungry worm my fiftcr is; 

"This winding fhect I wear; 

"And cold and wear_)- lafts our night, 

"Till that laft norn appear, (^hotire; 

"But, harkl the fitick has warnd me - 

"A long and late adieu 1 

"Come fee,fal{e man! how low (he lies 

"Who d\-'d for love of ^ ou. 

The lark fung loud,the morning riiiii cl 

With beams of rol} red; 

Pale William quak'd in ^v^ry Jimb, . 

And raving left his bed. 

He hy'd him to the fatal place 

Where Matg'rets body i&y, (tnrf 

And ftretch'd him on the green giafs 

That wrapp'd her breathlefs c[:i}'. ^ 

And thrice he callci on MargVets name, 
And thrice. he irept full forf^ 
, Then laid his cheek to her cold grave . 
And word fpoke never^raore . 
Such be the fate of vows unpaid. 
And pledge of sacred lovel 
Tfi<) thry miily {enipt theyif-ldiii;,'^ rjistid, 
Th(V re rt^istt -'d abovei 


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What ails the lafsps at rue. 

I am a young bstchclor winfome a fanner hy rank Nl a^ree am 


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few I fee ganff out mair handfome to kirk or to mar_ kct than uie. I ve 

Wy bughts of good ftoie are no fcanty. 
My byras are well ftocked wi'fc}^. 
Of iTical i' m>- girnels is plenty. 
An twa or three eafments forby. 
An horfe to ride out when they re wearj; 
An' cock with the beft the^- can fee. 
An then be cad dawtj' and dear_j-, 
r ffirh what ails them at me. 

O, if I kend how but to gain them. 
How fond of the knack wad I be. 
Or what an addrefs could obtain them. 
It fhould be twice welcome to me. 
If kiffing an' clapping wad pleafe them. 
That trade I fhould drive till I die; 
But, however I ftudv to eafe them. 
They ve ftill an exception at me. 

Hehmd backs, afore fouk Tve vvoo'd them, There's wratacks,an cripples,an cranfhaks, 

An' a' the tjates o't that I ken. An a' the wandoghts that I ken. 

An' v.hen thf \ leugh o' me I trow'd them, Kq fooner they fpeak to the wenches. 

An' thought I had won, but what then; But they are ta'en far enough ben; 

When r fpeak of matters they grumble. But when T fpeak to them.that's ftately 

Nor are condefcending and free, I find them ay trt en nith the gee. 

But at my propofals &y ftumble. An' get the denial rieht fiath'; 

i wonder what ails them at me. What, think \e, can ail them at me, 

\ ve tryd them baith highland (Si lowland, f have yet but ae offer to mak' them. 
Where I a good bargain coucl fee.. If thev wad but hearken to me. 

Bat nane o' them fand I wad fall in. And that is, I'm willins> to tak them. 
Or fay thej wad buckle wi' me. If they their confent wad bat gee; 

V\ithjooks an wi'fcraps I ve addrefs<ithem,Let her that's content write a billet. 
Been with them baith r?iodclt And fi-<5e. An get it tranfmitted to me. 
But whatfcver way I carefs'i fht-m, I hereb\- engage to fulfil it, 

'1 hue's fomething f*ill ails them at me. Tho' cripple, tho' blind fhe fudt be. 

The fun in the weft 


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meet wi' the fae cauldf cauid now he lies in a land a _mang 

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ftrangerg frae friends atid frae Helen for e ^ ver a _ way. 



As the aik On the mountain refifts the blaft rain, 
Sae did he the brunt o* the battle fuftain. 
Till treachry arrefted his courage fue darin. 
And laid him pale, lifejefs upon the drear plain. 
Cauld winter the flower divcfts o i^i* cleidin'. 
In fimmer again it blooms bonn\- to fee; 
But naething, alas! can ha'e tny heart bieidin, 
Drear winter remaining for eyar wi' me. 



Written for this Work by Robert Burns. 


^33^ -<*^Thcre was a wife wonnd m Corkpen,Scroggam She brew'd giide ale fop 













gentle-men fing auWCowl lajyou down by me Scroggam my dearie, Ruffum. 


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The gudewifes dochter fell in « fever. They laid the twa i' the bed tliegither, 

Scroggam; Scroggam, (^tither 

The priest o the parish fell in anither. That the heat o' the tane might cool the 

Sing auld Cowl, \x\y yon down by me, Sing auld Cowl, lay you down bj- me, 

Scroggatn, lEy Dearie^ ruffum. Scroggam, my Dearie, rbffum. i. 

() Tell inc my bonny cCc. 

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V^'^^O J^ O toll ire mv bonny young laf8ie,0 tell iiie how for to woo; O 








fcorninge O tell me dear lafsie the way for to 





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far hae I wander d dear lafsie» 
To fee thee fail'd the fait fea, 

I've 'travfl'd o'er muirlan an' mountain. 
An houfelefs Iain cauld on the lea; 

1 never hae try'd yet, to reiak love to ony. 

Never loe d om , till ance I loe'd jou, 
-An now were alane in the greenwood fae bonny. 
Now, tell me dear lafsie the way for to woo. 

What care J, for jour wandering, laddie. 

Or yet for your failing the fea. 
It was na for nought ye left Pegg\-, 

My tocher it brought _>e to me; 
An fajy-, hae ye goud for to bufk me ay gaud^-. 

Ribbons an pearlins an breaftknots enow, 
A houfe that is canty, wi' plenifhin* plenty. 

Without them, ye never need come for to woo. 


I hae naC goud to bufk ye a\' gaudy. 

Nor jet, buy ribbons enow, 
I brag not o' houfe or ©'plenty. 

But, r ha'e a heart that is true; 
f came na for tocher, I ne'er heard of ony. 

Never lo ed Peggj-, nor e er brak my vow; 
I ve wander'd, poor fool, for a face faufe as bonny; 

[ little thought this was the wa^- for to woo. 

Hae na ye roofd my cheeks like the morning. 

An roofd my cherry red mow. 
Ye ve come oer the Sea, Muir, and Mountain^ 

What mait* Johnny need ye to woo; 
An far ha'e ye wander'd 1 ken, my dear laddie. 

Now ye hae found me, ye ve nae caufe to rue, 
Wi' health we'll ha^e plenty, I'll never gang gaud\ , 

I ne er Kifh'd for mair than' a heart that is true. 

She hid her fair face in his bofom. 

The tear fill'd ilk lovers ee. 
An fabbclbj- the fide o' the burnie. 

While the mavis fang fweet on the tree; 
He clafpci her, he prefs'd her an cad her his honey* 

Look'd in her face wi' a heart leel an' true. 
As aften fhe figh'd an faid, my dear Johnny* 

Nae body need tell ye the wa\' for to woo. 



O Mary tcira awa 

-JK O Mary turn a _wa that bonny face o thine O 



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dinna dinna fhaw that hreaft that never can be mine 


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ought o* WHrlds gear e^er cool my bofoms care 






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na for ilka Fook o thine it only feeds defpair 


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Then Mary, turn awa* 

That bonn^- face o thine; 

O dinna, dinna fhaw that breaft 

That never can be mine I 

Wi' love s fevereft pangs 

My heart is laiden fair, ^grow 

An oer m_\- breaft the grafs maun 

IE re 1 am free frae care! 


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y^HAT aife this heart of mine? 

What ails this wTitrj^- ce? 

V\7iat gars me ay turn ca!d as death. 

Whan I tak' leave o* thee? 

When thou art far awa' 

Thou'It dearer grow to me. 

But change o' fouk an change p' place, 

M:'y gar thy fancy Jee, 

Then I'll fit down and moan, 

Jult by _>"on fpreadin' tree, 

An^ gin a leaf fa* in my lap, 

I'll ca't a word frae theel 

Syne I'll gang to the bower. 

Which thou wi* rofes tied, 

Twas there by mon\' a blufliing bud 

I ftrove my love to hide. 

I'll doat on ilka fpot 
W^har I ha'e been wi tfcee 
I'll ca to mind fome fond love tale 
By evry burn an tree. 
Tis hope that cheers the mind. 
The' lovers abfent be; 
An when I think I fee thee ftill, 
1 think I'm ftill wi' thee. 

O ejnde ale comes bCc. 
Corrected b^- R. Burns. 


^hey drew a^ weel enough I sell*d them a Just 


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ane hy ane gude ale keeps my heart ahoon 




Gude ale hauds n;e bare and bua^', 
Cjars me moop wi' the servant hi/zie. 
Stand i' the stool when I hac done, 
Gude ale keeps my heart aboon. 
O gude ale comes and gude ale t<ocs» 
Gude ale gars me sell n^^- hose. 
Sell my hose, and pawn nn- shoon, 
Gude ale keeps my heart aboon. 


Robin share in hairst 
Chorus Written for this Work bv Robert Burn 




^4rS "a^* Ro - bin shure in hairst, I sfcure hi' hiui 

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Fint a heuk had I, "^ct I stack bv him. 

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I gaeJ up to Dunse, To warp a wab o' plai den 





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at Ijjs dad_di("9 >et, ^Mi;i met n^e but Ro _ bin. 

Was na Robin bauld, 

Tho* I was a cotter, 
Pfery-'d tre sic a trick 

And me the Eller's dochter? 
Robin shure fie. 

Robin proinis*d a<e 
A' an- mnter Wttle; 

Fient haet ho had but three 
Qoos feathers and whittle, 
Robin shure '^c 

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VV'ht w\c!na be in love fcCc. 

See another 5et of this Tune Vo!. if Fa-e 99 

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Wha w-ad_na be in love \M bon _ n\- Mag . g\ 

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Law cftr a pip _ c-r met her t^raun U> l^'ift. And 





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Foier'd what was'f thc\- ra'd her right scorn fuIF\- she 

FrrttrrF ^^ ^T^rr^ 

answtrd him be^g-one, \ou hiilla-nshHker; Jog on jour i^u^e, \ ou 

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Macgj, quoth he, and by my bags, 

Tm fidging fiin to see >-ou; 
Sit down b\- ux-, u :\ bonn_y bird. 

In troth I Kinna stter thee: 
tor Vm a piper to my trade, 

M\- name is Rob the Ranter; 
The lasses loup as they were daft 

When I blaw up my chanter. 

Piper, quoth Meg, hae you your hags. 

Or is your drone in order? 
If you be Rob, I've heard of >ou. 

Live you upo' the border? 
The lasses a\ baith far and near. 

Have heard of Rob the Ranter; 
I'll shak m> foot wiVij/ht good will, 

Oif _>ou'H bhiw up your chanter. 

Then to his bags he flew wito .^pct.l. 

About the drone he twisted, 
Meg up, and wallopcl o'er the tfttm, 

Pbr brawly coud she frisk it. 
Weeldone,quoth he;r!a\- iip,quctjt sh.- 

Weel bob'd,quoth Rob the HiDier 
*Tis worth my while to pla\ in'it< J, 

VVhen 1 hae sic a dancer. 

'^eel hae you. pla\-cl your part ouiihMe;? 

Your cheeks are like the crinison; 
There 8 nane in Scotland pl;?vs sac wpr!. 

Since we lost Habby Simpson. 
I've liv'd in Fife, baith maid and wife. 

These ten j ears and a quarter; 
Gin 3 ou should come to Enster fair. 

Spier ye for Maggy Lawder. 



' A Cogie of ale, and a pickle ait meal, 

A coffic of ale and a pick!e ait meal, \nd a daintj- wte 


drappy of whisky was our fore fathers dose to swiel down their broseX; 

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ir;ik them b!>the cheery an' frisltj. Then he\- for the co-gie and 

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ey for the ale|_^and hey for the whisk\ X; 

hey for the ale^and he_>- for the whisk\ X:. hc\- for the meal; when mix'd a the 


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gether they do unco weeUjTo mak' a chield cheery and brisk ay. 



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As I view our Scots Imis, in their kilts and cockades, 
A' blooming and fresh as a rose, man; 
I think wi' mNSel', O^ the meal and the ale. 
And the fniits of our Scottish kail brose, man. 
Then hey for the cotjie ^c. 

When our brave highland bhides,wi' their clajmores and plaids, 
in the field, dri\^, like sheep, a' our foes, man; 
Their courage and pow'r, spring frae this, to be sure, 
They re the noble effects of the brose, man. 
Then hev for the cogie k.c. 

But _>our spindie shank'd sparks, wha but ill set their sarks. 
And jour pale i'isag^d milksops, and beaus, man, 
\ think when l see them, 'twere kindness to gie them, 
A cogi* of ale and of brose, man, 
Then hev for the co^ie &c. 

The Dumfries Volunteers. 
Written for this^Work b> Robert Burns. 



Me permit a foreign foe. On Britifh ground to ral _h-. We'll ne'er per 

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niit a foreign foe^ On BritiOj ground to ral ^ t\: 


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O let us not, like fnatling curs. 

In wrangling be divided. 
Till, flap, come in an unco Ioun« 
And wi a rung decide it; 
I Be Britain ftill to Britain true, 
Aniani; ourfels united: 
For never but hy Britillt hands 
Maun Btitifb wrangs be righted. 
For never but <tc. 

The kettle o* the Kirk and State, 
Perhaps a clout may fail int; 

But deil a foreign tinkler loiin 
Shall ever ca a nail in't: 

Our fethet-8 blude the kettle boughtl 

Ajid *»ha lAad dare to fpoil it, 
By Hca^tn9, the farrilc^ous dog 
Shall fuel be to boil iti 
By Heavens, <tc. 

The wretch that would a Tvrnnt own. 

And the wretch, his tme fworn brother. 
Who would tet the Mob :ibove ihc throne, 

Mr.\' the^ be dainn'd toLrefher. 
Who will not finir, (^od i-.vo the km^r; 

Shall hang- as hiirh's the fteeple; 
But whiJ,e MX: f!ng,Ged favc the kj«i^-. 

We 11 ne'er forget the People. 
But while wo fing &c. 



He*s dear d^^ar to rne ^c 

Very -Slow 

fair and O but I was wean- 1 thouekt upon the da^-s that are paft anc 

thought upon the da;^-s that are paft and 

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gane for fee s dear dear to me tho he's far far frae me 



I ve betn in the lowlands whpre the\- fnear the fhttp, 
i^n' up in the highlands where the\- pu the heathe?, 
I ken a bonnv ladie that ?o*es me weel, 
But he's far far aw a that 1 loe far better. 

But I'll write a letter; an' fend ic to him. 

An tell him hes dearer to me then cm, 

^n' that I've ay been fbri-_%', fen he {^af d awi', 

Tho hes far far away, _) ft he's dear dear to iiif. 

If winter war' paft, an the fimmer come in. 
When daifies an' rofes fpring fae frefh an bonnv. 
Then I will change my filfcs for a plaiddm coat. 
An' avsa to the lad that is dear dear to me . 

The blue bells of Scotland. 

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O where and O where does your highland laddie dvscll; O 

A little Livel_> 





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where and TJ where does jour highland lad'die dwell; He dwells in 






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Scottand where the blue bflls fv\eetl\- fiiioll, and all jn n)y hearj: I 



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love my laddie well Ht dwells in iTierr\ Scotland where the felue bells 

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fweeth fmeli and all in my heart { love my laddie well 


O what lafsie what does ^our highlaiid laddie wear, 
(' what lafsie whai does >'Our highland laddie wear, 
A fcarlet coat and bonnet blue with bonny jeliow hur, 
And none in the world can with my love compare. 

O where and O where is yx>uT highland laddie gone, 

O where and O where is _vour highland laddie gone, 

Hes gone to fjght for George our King, and left nic all aton«' 

Ibr notle and brave's my loyal hig'hlandman. 

O what lafsie what if \our highland lad be flain, 

O what lafsie what if vour hi^-^hland lad be lluiii 

O no triie love will be his guard and bring him fafe again, 

ibr 1 never could live withoui my highlandman. 

O when and O when w^ jour. highland lad come hamc, 
O when and O when will your highland lad come hame, 
VVhen e er the w^r is over he'll return to n»e with fame. 

And Til plait a wreath of flow'rs for my lovcij- highiand'man . 

O wi*at will you claim for jour conftancj- to him, 
O what will you claim for your conftancv to him, 
111 claim a Prieft to marry us, a Clerk to f^rv Amen, 
And ne'er part again from my bonqj- highlandman. 



Colin Clocrt 

Chanticleer, wi* noifv whiitie bids the houfe_*il^ 

A little LiveU 

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t; To^Iin Clout be gins to hir^fic- n^w_ .TT 

A' frac- his fl7tp_lefs ntft. Love that raifts fic a cla^mour. 

cuoft his Klammir o'er poor Coiin luck _ lefs lad. 

Cruel Jennv, lack a (lAiCeyl 

Lang had gart him grtet an grane, 

^olins pate was haftlins era/)-, 

ycnny laugh d at Colins pain, 

Slawly up his duds he gathers, 

SiiiwI}-, flawij' trudges out. 

An' frae the fauld he drives his wedders Ati a' the day I grane an grummte. 

Happier far than Colin Clout. Jenm-, this is a' for thee. 

What is this? cries Colin glowVin', 
Glaiked -like, a'' found about, 
Jenn^-, this is paft endurin; 
Eteath maun eaie poor Colin Clout. 
A the night I tofs an tummle. 
Never can I clofe an e'e 

Now the run,rai8d frae his nappie, 
•Set the Orient in a low, 

Drinkin, ilka glanrin* drappie, 
I' the field, an a" the knowc. 
\ a birdie, fweetly fingin, 
Flalferd brifkly round about; 
An' mony a daint\- iluw'rie fpringin, 
^'"*ere bl) the but Colin Clout. 

Ve'll hae nane but farmer Patie, 
Caufe the fallows rich I trow, 
Abfins, tho' he fhoud na cheat Ae, 
Jenny, \e'll hae caufe to rue. 
Auld, an gl.e\d, an' crooked -backed. 
Siller bought at fic a price, 
Ahl Jenn^ , gin ye lout to-tak' it, 
Ko'k will fay ^eVe no o'er nice, i^c.^c 

Tis- iiae very lan^j JfitilVne. 



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Sj^ 'Tis nae very lan^ fmA ne. Thai 1 had a lad o' n,v ain. But 



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now he 8 awn to anither. And left me a' mv lane. The lafs h( is 



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cour -"ting has iiller an 1 hae nane at a'; Its nought but the 




love o the tocher Thats taen mv lad -die a ^wa, ' 


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But Tm biyth, that m_\ hearts my ain. 

And I'll keep it a' my life, 
Lnti> that I meet wi' a lad 

Wha has (enfe to wale a good wife. 
Jbr though I fay*t mjfell. 

That ftiou'd nae fay't, tis true. 
The lad that gets me for a wife, 

He*U ne*er hae occafion to rue." 

* gang ay fou clean and fou tofh. 

As H the neighbours can tell; 
Though iVe feldom a gown on my hack 

But fie as I fpin myfeU. 
And when 5 am clad ir> m_\' coutfcj,, 

I think myfell as braw 
As Sufie, wf a' her pearling 

Thats tane m\- laddie awa*. 

But 1 wifh thej- were buckled together. 
And may they live happy for life; 

Tho* Wiilit- does flight mc,ands Jeff int, 
Ihe chield he deferves a good wjfc. 

But,Ol Tm bl>th that I »c mifs'd him* 
As biyth as I weei can be; 

For ane th;<t*s fae keen o the fllUr 
Will nevt r agree wi* me. 

But as the truth is, l*m hearty, 

I hate to be (crimpit or T^ajif; 
The wie thing I hae, I'll muk ufc o't. 

And nae ane about me {}iri!I want. 
for I'm a good guide o the war id, 

I ken when to ha'd and to gie; 
For whinging and cringing for filler 

Will never agree wi' me. 

Contentment is better than riches. 

An' he wha has that has enough; 
The mafter is feldom l:ie hnppj- 

As Robin that drives the plough. 
But if a \oung lad woud caft up» 

To niak me his partner for fife; 
If the ch'f id haa the feijfe to be hripp^. 

He'll i:t t>n his feet for a wife. 


O once I lovcl 

J^Dl -^-ir ^ «rice I lovcl a bon : nie Iaf«, An aye 7 








iove her f'tifl an whilft that vir^tue warms wy 

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brc-aft I'll love ii.\ hand_ _fome 


^^* hnnnu lafsts I hae f(fn, 
AnfJ irotn full as braw, 

Bijf for n irodtft ^rarf fu' mein 
'I h»- Ilk* I never faw. 

\ bonn^ l.tfs I will confefs. 

Is pN-nfant to the t-V, 
But without fomc better qualities 

•Sh« 8 no a lafs for me. 

•Shis drefses ay fat- clean and neat. 

Both decent and ^( nteel; 
And then there's fomethin^ in her ft^it 

Oars ony drefs look wee I. 

A ^aud\ drefs and gentle air 
M:.^ flightlj touch the heart,. 

But its innocence and modeftN- 
That polifhes the dart. 

«ut Neifys looks are blythe and fweet.Tis this in Nelly pleafes me. 
And what is beft of a\ 'Tis this enchants my foul; 

Mtr r^pulrttion is compleat. For abfolutely in my breaft 

And fur without a flaw; She reigns without controul. 

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When I think on my lad. 

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^ 5^K * ^t»«n f tWnk on my lad I figh and am fad for now he is 



Love fpic-rs na advice 

Of parents oer »vife. 
That iiave but ac bairn like nic, 

Tbat looks upon rafh. 

As naethir.^ but frafli. 
That fhackles what ftould be- frr r 

And tho* my dear lad 

No ae penn\ had, 
.Since quaJities better ha^ he; 

A' beit I'm an Heirefw, 

I think it but fair is. 
To love him fince fae Iove« roe. 

Then, my dent Jamie« 

To thj- kind Jcanie, 
Hafte.hafte thee in oVr the fea^ 

To her wha can find 

Nae ea(e in her mind« 
Without a biyth fijrht of thee. 

Tho ir.\ dadd\ forbad. 

And ni\ iDinnv forb;id. 
Forbidden ! will not be; 

Viiv fince thou alorw 

\t\ favour h.dt won, 
Nnnt elfe fhall e'er ^ct it for inc. 

Ytt them VU not grieve. 
Or without their leave, 

Oie try hand as a v\if( to thee: 
Be content with a heart. 
That ran n<^erdiftrt, 

Till they ceafe to rifpofr or be. 
My parentH mr.', pro,\e 
V« t fritnd in our lf)Vf , 

V^hen our firm refolves fh«'\ fn: 
Then I with pleafwr* 
VSilI >ieH vip my trini-trf. 

And a' th;>t love or'^^ rs J^ th<?cr 

Ketnrn hatnewarr} 

My h<yrt letTe fie fantalie. Love onI>- where thou haft good caufe; Sir 




f^rn and liking ne'er agree, the fient a crum o thee fhe faws. 

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To what effect fhould thou be thrall? 

Be huppy in thine ain free will, 
Mv heart, be never beftiaU 

But ken wha does thee good or ill, 

At haire with mc then tarry ftill. 
And fee wha can btft play their paws. 

And Itt the fi!h- fling her fill. 
For fint a crum of thee fhe faws. 

Tho fhe be fair I will not fen/ie. 

She's of a kind with mony mae; 
For why they are a fellon inen/.ie 

Ihat fccmcth good and are not fae. 
M>- heart, take luither fturt nor wae 

For Mf|j, for Marjory, or Maufe, 
But be thou bi> th,and kt her gae, 

J'or fint a crum of thee (he faws. 

Hfniember, how that Mtdt-a 

Wild for a fight of Jafon vied, 

i^cinembtr how that jouni^ Crtffida 
1^4'r Trojjus for Dioirtr(( • 

Kemeniber FTelen as we read, 
Bi-ought Trov from biifs unto bare was: 

Then kt her gae where (he may fpccd 
For fint a crum of thee (he faws. 

Becaufe Oie ffiid I took it ill» 

Tot her depart my heart was fair. 
But » WHS beguil'd; gae where fhe wiH, 

Bfcfhrew the heart that firfr takes rare. 

But be thou merr^^- late and air. 
This is the final end and claufc. 

And let her feed and foulh- fair 
For fint a crum of thee fhe faws. 

N^eer dutit again within mv- breaft, 
\e*c-r let her flights th\- coura(£?e fpili, 

Nor gi^ a fob altho* file fneeft, 

Shes fuirc-ft paid that g«t8 her will i 
She's geek as gif { mean'd her ill. 

When ft* glaicks paughtv in her brrms; 
Now let her fnirt and f\ ke her fill, 

For fint a rrDU) of thit fbi fiv»N, 

-My Lirfy.s gowok there's chairs upoii't. 
Chorus Wntrtn for this Work by Robert Burn.s. 


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(334*^ * ^^ l^aHys gown trif-re's gairs iiponV And gowden ffowtrs sac- 

rare u_ponV;Biit Jfn_n_)*s Jimps and jir.kjntt 1VI\- Lord think 8 

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nieikfe mair upon't. M>' Lord a hunting he „ is gane« But 

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hounds or hawks wi* him are nsftie By ColinV cot3'tage 




p^y- ^•-^^-p^fe7 1f=r^r 

lies his game, ff Colin's Jfnn\ he at hame. 

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lVi\- Ladys white, m^^- Lad\'s red .Sae sweetFv move hergent\ limhs, 

^nd kith »nd kin o Cassilhs Hlude, Like music -notes o* Lovers hvmiist 

But her tenpund lands o tochrr gude The diamond -dew in hereen n.»p hfur. 

Were a the charms his Lordship, fo'ed, Wher« laughing fove sae wanton eviinis. 
My Lady's gown ftd, M\- Lad\*s gown i'i.c. 

Out r>er yon moor, out o'er 3 on' moss. My Ladys dtnk,nnv Lady's drest, 

^^^Jare gor-cocks thro' the. heather pass. The flower and f:«nry o* the west? 

There wons auld ColinV bonie lass. But the Lassie that man loes best, 

N lil>- in a wildemegs, O that's the Lass to mak him blest. 
My Lady*a gown <tec, M3- Lnd>*8 gown «tc. 


May Morning. 

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W^- pimm ^ W 

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deck the fcji' browfs of their Quttn. The roA" Aurora a -wakes from lier 

bed 'pa il^lumine the dew drops that ^ef^per had fhed 



DitHia think bonie Lafsi'e I'm gaiin to leave you. 


^3v5S K* ^. "^'""^ think bonie Lafsie I'm gaun to leave \ou,Dtnna think 


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bonie Lafsie I tn gaun to leave jou, Dinna think bo_nie tafsie I'm 

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gaun to learve you; VH tak a ftick in -to iry hand an'come a_ 





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gain an fee j^'Oti. Fars the gate yc hae to gang, darkv the 





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ftay this ae night wi* jour love, an (|inna gang an Ictivo lue. 

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Urifls.Its but a night an* haV a day that 1*11 leave niv dearie,- 
But a night an ha'f a da^- that I'll leave my dearie. 
But a night an' ha'f a day that I'll leave my dfarir. 
When e'er the fun gaes weft the loch, I'll come again an' fee thfPi 

"^low. Dinna gang my bonie lad, dinna gan^- :»n' leave me, 
Dinna gang my bonie lad, dinna gang an leave me. 
When the lave arc (bund afleep lam dull an eerie. 
An a' the lee lang night I'm fad, wi* thinkin* on my dearie. . 

Brifk.O Dinna think bonie lafsie iVn gaun to leave you, 
Dinna think bonie lafsie I'm gaun to leave you, 
Dinna think bonie lafsie I'm gaun to leave you. 
When e'er the iiin gaes out o' fight I'll come again an' fee ^j-ou. 

Slow. Waves are rifing oer the fea, winds bla loud an' fear ree, 
Waveg are rifing o'er the fea, winds bla loud an' fear me. 
While the waves an winds do roar, I am wae an dreary. 
An gin ye lot me as ye fa), ye winna gae an leave me, 

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Brifk.O Never mair bonie lalsie will I ?ang an' leave thee. 

Never mair bonie lafsie will J gang an leave thee. 

Never mair bonie lafsie will t gang an' leave thee. 

E'en let the warld gae as it will, Hi ftay at hame an cheer thte; 

Slow.Frae his hand he cooft the ftick, 1 winna gang an leave thee. 

Threw his plaid into the neuk, never can I grieve thee. 

Drew his boots an' flan^ thett hy, cryd vay lafs be cheeric, 

m kif» the tear frae aff thj- cheek, an* never leavei my dearie. 



D //in I were Cairlj shot o' her. 


* O ftm I were faidv shot o her fairh- fairfv lairK- 

\y fairly fairfj- shot o her,, 

dance on the tap o her. lill we were njarriedn cou'd na see lig^ht till her 

for a {lonth after a* thing av gaed right wi* her but these ren%earftlhae 

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praiyl foT a wright to her O gin 1 were iair_I\ shot o' her 

N«ne o her relations or frien's cou^d h\av wi'her 
The neighbotn-R and batrn« are fain to fly frac her. 
An* I my atn sell is forr't to gie way till her 
O irin T were fairl}- Xlc. 

She gangs a\e sae braw, she's sae nnckle pride in her 
There's no a goodwife iu the haill country side like her 
VV'i dress an* wj* drink the d -I wadna bide wi' her 
O gin T ^eiff fairly J^c. 

If the tinr© woji^ but conie that to the kirk gate wi* her 
Ah into the jerd l*d mak my Nt>li quit o* her 
Id th*n be as bl\th as first v\htn I met wi* her 
O gin ! were fairly kx. 

Hey my kitten my kitten. 


r r o A^ Heyi tt.v kitten ray kitten. An hey my kitten a. dearie fic a fKcct 


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pet as this is nei ^ther fiir nor nearie. Now we gac up up 

j_ J rj ^' r r I r -^ '^ 

up An here we gang down down downy. Here we ga« 

Chicky,cockow, my lily cock; 
. See, fee, CiC a downy J 
Gallop a trot, trot, trot. 
And hey for Dublin towny. 
This pig went to the market; 
•Squeek moufe, moufe, mou^-; 
Shoe, fhoe, fhoe the wild colt. 
And hear thy own dol doufv. 

Where was a jewel and pett}. 
Where was a fugar and fpicy; 
Rufh a b;tba in a cradle. 

And we'll go abroad in a tricj". 

Did a papa torment it? 

Did.e vex his own babyrdid-e? 

Hufh a baba in a bofiej 

Take ous own fucky: did.e? 

Good-morrow, a pudding is broke". 
Slavers a thread o cryftaU 
Now the fwcet pofset cornea up; 
Who faid my child was pif« all? 
Come water my o^ickens, conie dork 
Leave off or hell cmwl yDu,he'll crawl you; 
Come,gie me your hand,ane I'll beat Irttn; 
Wha was it vexed vty bab>'? 

Where was a I.tuffh and » craw; 
Where was- a g'gling honey? 
Good.\-, cood child Ihall be ied 
But na'Qghty child ftall get nony 
Get ye gone, raw-head. and biwody bonc» 
Here is a child that i«ont (cur yt* 
Couie pifsy,pifsy, my jewel, 
And ik, ik av, my deary. 


Sweetest May. 
Written for this Work b> Hobejct Burns, 

k"^ s 


ttc-^t Mav !et love inspire thee; Take a heart whichTedcsiirns thc< 

t.3i5'^"*( ''^ Sv^^t'e-^t May !et love inspire theejTake a heart which he designs thee 









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As thy conetant slave regard it; for its faith and truth reward it. 

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Proof o* shot to Birth or Mone>;v, 
Not the wealth^-, but the bonie; 
Not high-born, but noble-minded. 
In |-ove*» silken band can bind it. 

Argyll is my ni^me. 


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Arg\ I! is my nam e» and you tna\- think it strringe,Tn live at a' 

h;tve fac*d in citj' or battle 1 ne'er was disgrace! I do evV^- thing for wy 

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country's wccl an* Hi feast upon Wnnf>cks o harlty -ir.eaL 


Adieu to the courtie of London town, 
lor to my ain country I will gang down; 
At the sight of Kirkcalc{^ ance again, 
I'll cock up my bonnet, and march amain. 
O the muckle de*il tak a* your noise and strife, 
l*m fuliy resolv'd for a country Uie, 
Where a' the bra' lasses, wha kens me wcl!. 
Will feed me wi* bannocks o* barley-meal. 

ril quickly lay down my sword and ti:j gun. 
And ril put my plaid and my bonnet on, 
Wi' my plaiding stockings and leatlier-heeTd shoon; 
Thcv'li mak me appear a fine sprightly loon. 
And when I am drest thus frae tap to tae, 
Hame to my Maggie I think for to gae, 
Wi' niy claymSre hanging down to my heel. 
To whang at the bannocks o' barley meal. 

Fil bu> a fine present to bring to my dear, 
A pair of fine garters for Maggie to wear. 
And some pretty things else, I do declare. 
When she gangs wi' me to Paisley fair. 
And whan we are married we'll keep a cow, 
M\ Maggie sail milk her, and I will plow: 
We'll live a' the winter on beef and lang-kail. 
And whang at the bannocks o' barley-meal. 

If m^- Maggie shou'd chance to bring me a, son. 
He's fight for his King, as his daddy has done; 
ril send him to Flanders some breeding to learn. 
Syne hame into Scotland and keep a farm. 
And thus we'll liA-e- and industrious. be. 
And wha'll be fae great as m\ Mi.^i^iit and ni«-; 
We'll soon grow as fat as a Norway seal, 
Wi' feeding on bannocks o barley-meal. <<ic. >^c. '<ic, 


An* ril awa to bonnj TWeed-fidc 

JiiLLyitrr i rf^^ 


lA^"!^ •^*^'ff, '^" '''^ a _ w;i to bonny Tweed -fide And fee n:y dearie, came 




through. And he .ftjall be mine, Gif fae he in -dine for 

t^Ld'' Mr- [ ^ 


hate to lead apes be _ low 


While jounc? an fair 1*11 

^ J jirjJrrJ i jj J i ).j i 

ke it my care to fe , cure m^fell in a jo; J'ni no fie a 

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' fool to let n-A- blood cool an* l^ne to lead apes be - low. 




lew words bonnji lad 
Will eithK-*perfuade, 

Tho* blufiiing I daftly fay no 
viae on with your ftrain 
And doubt not to g»rn. 

For I ' h»te to lead apes below. 
l/ntyd to a nmn, 
Do whnte'er wf- c?tn. 

We never can thrive or dow, 
I hen I will do well. 
Do better what will, 

And 1st them (cad apea below. 

Our time is precious. 
And gods are gracious 

That beauties upon us beftow 
Tis not to be thought 
We got them for nought 

Or /to be fet up for a <how. 
Tis carried by vot'os. 
Come kilt up your coats 

And let us to "Edinburgh go. 
Where fkc that's bonn\- 
M&y catch a John\-. 

And never lead apes below. 

Gently blivv SCc. 


f\C^O<y^\ >)lnvv \e fast .fin br« « /.:.s. Hide >our piercin|^' 

.S'iov\ • 


( ! or us 

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>'rac- The f;iir iiaiil I ilorc. O slu's bonny bnn _ ny bonn\ 


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O shf*s bf)n - n\ ;inH R^^«c^ to see Vaiv the bis'l an 

JU=j4-J-^L:r-^ ^g^r r^8^ 

bnnn\ blossoti Ayf- tie >)l\ti',e blink.s in her oi . 


Vr;u winters secure, '!;< simnier tonreiit Reds her cheek, and sweets lier fci'ijie 
Ho«iyni!Htf* that point the air r-Jhiiirin een like dininfjiidH bti:.'l,i 

Krae ^rief o mind that ;dt does foirftif FTandso'neshH[ie, fhe chf)iCe o iinUire 
VlakiPi; life a drear\ 'are Wonder o' the d;i\ atul nitrht 

f) she's bonii^^^-'c. O she's bonn\r''Z( . 

Vor shes as- the new bfawn rose If, but this bud and bonrn blof^som 

That s nourishd vsith the sinin;ers sun * I could say twereonl^ hjiiu 

Her sillies is like the sweet repose lof plant it deep within 1113- bosoiij 
Man seeks when his last sand 19 run An round nv heart Id it entwine 

O she's bonr\ <*lc. (> she s bonny fie. 



In yon garden 8Cc. 

"i In yon garden fire an gay. Picking 111 

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lifiee a the day 

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'^ eath'rins flowrs of il - ka hue, I wift n» then «hat love coud do . 

it.-, t^/.-v."..*.*. 

Where lore is planted there it grows. 
It buds and blows like an)- rofe 
It has :« fneet and pleafant fmc-ll. 
No floAi- on earth can it exrel. 

J put my hand .into the biifh. 
And thought the fwectcft rofe to find, 
But prick'd my finger to the bone. 
And left the fweetcft rofo behin'!. 


e poor Fedhr, 

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hiu'h And there fhe fpv'd a poor Pedlar coming finging out o er the 

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jee 1(0 lee coming fing_ ing out o'er the lee. 



She call'd upon her ftrvant man. 

Her fervant that on her did wait, 

"Gae open thr >etts, both braid and wide, 

"And let the- poor pedlar in in in, 

"And let the poor pedlar in. 
He fet the >etts, both braid and wide. 
And let the poor pedlar in; 
And then fhe took him by the coat neuks. 
And ftie led him from room to room room room. 

And fhe led him ^c.^ 
Till he came to my lady's room, 
Mv lady's room where fhe lay; 
•*i wad gie a* my pack he fai(i, 
**Jor the night of a ga> lad}', lad\ ; 

*'>br the night <tc. 
"Wilt thou gie me my park again, 
"M\' pack, and my pack pinn, 
"An thou gie me my pack he faid, 
"I'll gie thee both broach and ring, ring ring, 

"I'll gif thee both &c. 
"I'll no gie thee thy park again, 
"Th\ pack nor thy pack pinn; 
"I'll no gje thee thy pack fhe faid. ^ 

"Tho* thou wad greet till thine t>eB gae blin gae blin, 

"Tho* thou wad Sic. 
Out then fpal- the noble k)rd. 
Out of his bow'r within, 
"O who is this into my houfe 
**That makes fuch a noife and dinn dinn dinn. 

"That makes <tr. 
"As I came throu^li>our garden Sir, 
"I pull'd fome of > our flowers; 
"A box of fpice was in m\ park, 
"And I borrowed a morter of }ours of } ours. 

"And I borrowed i'ic. 
"Ci'e the poor pedlar his pack again, 
"His park and his pack pinn, 
"Keep nathing frae a poor pedlar, 
"Who has a' his living to win to win. 

"Who has fee. 
Shi took the pack by the twa neuks. 
And fhe flantr it out o'er the wa\ 
*'rpo' my footh, quo the poor pedlar, 
"My pack it has gotten a fa' fa' fa". 

"My pack fee. 
He took the pack upon his back. 
Went finging out o'er the lee, 
**0 r ha'e gotten my pack again, 
"And the kifs of a gay lady l«f^y. 

"\nd the kifs fee. 


You ^sk me ch^rminc; fair. 

i^g^< )|^ You ask Bfie charnling 

a chartfting fair Why tnus 1 pensive go. 

Slow -•- 



hence proceed s* mVt care What nourislies my woe. V\Ti\~ 


etc Bt the cause to find of ills that 1 en -dure ^hl 



hy »o*vatn!\ kind un ^less re - solvd to cure. 


If nredn no tua^ft- lUn, 

To know whence ij.\ alarh)«« 
Kxrimine >our own heart, 

Go read them in your rharnis. 
V^Tieneer the youthful quoir, 

'\lonLC *he ^»^e advance. 
To raihc, Ht >our dssire, 

'I'he lay, or form the dance. 

tttnefiVertt to cai h. 

You noHie kind urace afford, 
Qtntit in rlifed or ^^peech, 

A smile or friend I\ word. 
Whilit on niV love \ou put 

No Value; On the »ame, . 
As if uij fire was but 

.SoH;e paltry rillaj^e flame. 

At this my colour flitsj 

IVI\ breast with sorrow heaveB, 
The pain I would disr^ 

Nor Ulan nor iiiaid dec< ives. 
My love stands all displav d. 

Too strong for art to hide. 
How soran the hearts b«tra^ d 

With huch a clue to ijuidel 

How cruel 18 im fate, 

.\ifronts .1 could have born, 
Vo u lid c(j iiifort in } iru r hate. 

Or triunvpli'd in >otir scorn. 
Kut whilst 1 thus adore, 

I'ov Jriv'n to wild desp»ir; f 
hidiffetence is mote 
■ Than raging love can bear. 

O kftt ye what Meg o the mill has tfotten 
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A little Lively 


M J -'-j'nr t ^^ m 

ken \e what Meg o the mill has gotten; A braw newnai^vsi' the 

Meg o the mill loes cfearl)-, A dram o' guJo ftrunt in a morn'Vtc 


xrv^ : -i H^ 

early anrl thrtts nhat Moe; o the mill loes Jear _ I\ . 

O ken _ve how Meg o the mill was married, • 
And ken ye how Meg o' the mill was married; 
The Frieft he wa« «xtercl, the Clerk he was carried. 
And that's how Meg p the mill was married 
O ken ye how Meg o' the mill was bedded. 
An ken ye how Meg a the mill was bedded; 
The groom gat fac fu' he fell awald befide it. 
And that's how Meg o the mill was bedded. 


How fweet iy the fcene. 

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c5S7 "V* How fweet is the fcene at the dawning o* morning. How 





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fitir il .ka object that lives in the view dame nature the vallcv an 


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rrr.J JiJyJi^j. J^^fi^^-^^ 

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hillock adorning, the primrose an' blue bells yvt uet wi' the dew. 

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How fvKcet in the morning o life is my Anna her fnile like the 





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*^ fvinbeam that glents o'er the lee To wan -der and Ie:iv( her, dea 

O lang hae 1 lo d , he*" an loe , her fu' dearl_)-. 
An' aft hae I precd o' her bonn\- fweet mow. 
An aft hae I read in her ee blinkin clearh', 
A language that bade ire be conftant an true! 
Then others may doat on their fond war'ly treafure. 
For pelf, fill)- pelf, they may brave the rude fea; 
To love my fweet lafsie be mine the dear pleafure 
Wi' her let me live _and wi' her let me die! 

Sure my Jean. 



l5GH "S * Sure my Jean is beauty's biofsoni 6!aw_in, fweet in 


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-<( ■ il _ ka airt love.l)- ten _ ant o my bo , fom. 


frae that 







bow'r ftie'll ne'er depart. Sweets the charms her tooke diH 

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_ CO -Ver in her breaft what beauties lie, frae a fond an 

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conftant lover breathinier nofiy a heart felt figh . 


J JlJT]' pi 


I ha e feen the floweret fpringin 
(iail> on the funny ka; 
1 hae heard the mavis fingin' 
S'w<etl% on the hawthorn tree: 
Hut my Jeanie, peerlefs dearie. ■« 
•She's the flower attracts mine ce; 
VVhan fhe tunes her voice fae cheerie. 
She's the mavis dear to mel 


How fwfct this lone rale 

iHi^uWh a moirent .s.felt. The- moons _>el_Ic-.v litrht o'er the 

"'T"^l^,,j-^^i - FF=i ^ 

p=^ ^-^-^ 4^^=^^r^ir^^^ ^ 

ftill lake is fle/pin-r Ah near the fad fpot Ma_r\ fleeps 




i fr 

J J'^^fr ' I r- l-jiJ'J 

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fwcets of the vale are all fhad ^ owci with gioom. 



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Jockeys taVii the partiiii; kiTs. 
Written for this Work b\ Robert Hurnfi. 



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f\7C\ <y'^ Jockey's ta'en the par .ting kifs Ocr (he mountains 

A little liveh 




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he is eane: And with him is a' nn blifs Noiit'hf but 

a ' 



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griefs with iro remain. Sp^re my love 30- winds that blaw. 

pare mv iQje >e wino 





?larh\' fleets and beat _ infi; rain Spare my love thou feath ry 





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fnaw Drif _ ting o'er the fro /on plain, 





When th( fhanV.s of evening creep 

Oer thi ({;.\'.s fair, gladrniiic e e, 
.Soiinrj ami I'afiU may he lleep, 

.S'vM(tl\- bl\-the his waukenint!: be, 
He vm!! think on her he io\es,' 

fbndlv he'll repeat her name; 
I'or wharo er he diffar.!: roves 

Jockev's heart is ftill at hame. 



What's that to Jou. . 




NK- Jeany and 1 have toild the five- lang fuirmer 

A little Lively 

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day Till we were al moft fpoil d At tnak — ing 

e^-r+f 'Tri^ 


}\f\ OorkingB were of Kcrfy green, Conceal thy beauties if thou can, 

Am titjht aB ony fillc: Hide that fweet face of thirte, 

O {i( k a leg was never fien. That I may only be the man 

Her fkin was white as milk; Unjoys thefe looks divine. 

Ht r h.ijr was black as ane could wilh, O do not proftitute, my dear, 

A till (wcrt fweet was her mou; Wonders to common view. 

Oh. J«an> diiintily can kifs. And I, with faithful heart, fliall fv\ear 

Hut whjit's th;it to you? For ever to be true. 

The rnff- and lily baith combine 

To m;»kc my jeany fair. 
There is no bcnnifon like mine, 

I hrtve am^ill: n;ie care; 
Onl\ I fear my Jcsmys tace 

M;n raufe mae mtn to rue. 
And fh;u may e'-*'' ""' f^'V, Mas. 

Kilt haTs thrnt to vnu. 

King Solomon had wives enew. 

And mon\- a concubine; 
But I enjoy a blifs mair true; 

His jo}8 were fhort of mine: 
And Jeany 8 happier than they, 

She feldom want« her due; 
All debts of love to her I'll pa^. 

And whatV that to you? 



Little Wat ye wha's coming. 

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(AyO -/'tK Lit - tie wat ye wha's com _ ing little xat je 





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wha's coming little wat ye wha's coming: Jock and Tam and 

■ ^~ f T if-^ r r I r T '^ 

Borland and his men's coming. 
The Camerons and McLeans coming. 
The Gordons and M. Gree;ors coming 
A' the Dunywaffles' coming 

Little wat }e, &c. 

M'. Gilvny of Drumglafs is coming. 

J ^'igtons coming,NithsdaIes coming;, 
j Carnwaths coming, Keninures coming, 
j Derwentwater and Fofters coming 

Withrington and Nairn's coming 
Little- wat ye, J<ic. 

Blyth Cov^hill anrJ a's comin^j 

The Laird of M? kitofh is cominp:, 
M? Crabie and M? Donalds coming. 
The M? Kenzies and M^PherfJjns comint; 
A' the- wild M? Craws* coming. 

Little wat ye, kc. 

Donald Gun and as coining. 

They gloom, they glowr,thcj look iui: 

At ilka ftroke they'll fell a Whig; 

They'll fright the fudn of the I'ockpu'Jv 

For mony a buttock bares coming. 

Little wat ye,Mc. 

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() leave noTels 8Cc. 

}iy Burns. 

at >our fpuining whcci; Such witching books, arc- baited hooks for rakifh 

f Tr -L- i=£ I , I r l 

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P f* *-a 


rooks like Koh Mois^ffl. Y.jur fine Tom Joii^ And 



:;f:indiions thc^ iiiHke your _)-outhful iancics retl they heat 3'our 



*• brains, and fire jour veins and fhtn jouVe prey for Rob Mofsgiel 





Beware a tongue thats fmoothl^- hunLr; 

A heart that warmh' feems to feel; 
'Ihaf feelin heart but acks a pnrt, 

Tis rakifh art in Hob Mofsi^'iel. 
'I he fr.iv.k addrefs, the foft carefs. 

Are woiTe than poifoned darts of ftcel, 
'1 he frank :ic'« 'n f«, and politef'ie. 

Are all firufHe in Hob Mofsuicl. 

O lay thy loof iii mine lafs 
Chorus Written for this Work b\ Robert Burns 


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\^^\ "S*^ ^ %' ^^>' 'o<*f *" mine lafs. In mine lafs, in mine lafs, And 

A little lively. 


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1) j-f ^. ^i7j:,.^j. r ^- ^p 

f*^ fwear on thj' white hand lafs. That thou wilt b« my tin. 



flave to loves unbounded fwa>'. He aft has wrought me niti - kTc 






wae; But now, he is my- deadly fae, Un_lefsth.ou be my ain. O 

now, ne is my 



g^-f T'.^f^ J-J'r TT -9 ^ F^^^i^ 

lay thy loof in mine lafs. In mine lafs, in mine lafs. And fweir on 

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thy white hand lafs that thou wilt be mv airi 



There s monie a lafs has broke my reft, 
That for a blink I hae lo'ed beft; 
But thou art queen within my breaft 
hor ever to remain. 
O lav thy loof ^c. 


Saw ye the Thane SCc 

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«■ Saw ye the Thane « meilde pride. Red aneer in hii 

Harki hark! or was it but; the wind, Kestoreagain that blooming rose. 
That through the ha' did sing; \aur rude hand pluckt awa^ 

HarkI harkf.agen.a wa^-Iike sjound, Hestore again his Mary fair, 

riie black woods round do ring. Or you shall rue his fa*. 
*Tis na for naught, bauld Duncan cr\'d. 

Sic. shouting on the wind. Three strides the gallant Duncan tuk, 

Syne up he started frae his seat. He struck his forward spear: 

A throngof spears behind. Gae tell thy master, beard less.jouth. 

We are nae wont to fear. 
Hafltc, h-aste, my valiant hearts, he said. He comes na on a wassail rout, 

Anes mair to follow me; Of revel, sport, and play; 

We'll tueet yon shouters by the burn. Our swords tjart l^kme proclaim us men, 

I guess wha they may be, Lang ere this ruefu da\ . 

But wha is he that speids.sat fast, 

Frae the slaw .mal^ching thrang? The rose 1 pluckt o' right is mine, 
Sae frae the mirk cloud shoots a beam. Our hearts together grew, 

The sk_y 8 blue face alang. 

Sopie messenger it is, tuayhap, 
Then not at peace I trow. 

My master, Duncan bade me rin, 
And say these words to you. 

Like twa sweet On ae stak 
^rae hate to love she flew. 

■Swift as a winged shaft he sped; 
15ald Duncan said in Jeer, 

Gae tell thy master, beardless jrouth. 
We ait nae wOnt to fear.i'tc ACc >^c 



Go plaintive sounds. 




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wounds im_ _part. Tell all I hope tell all I fear each 


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-monon in njy heart. But she methinfers is list _ nin^ 

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now to some en _ chant- ing strain the smile that triumphs 


. oer her brow seems not To heed m\- pain. 

YeB, plaintive sounds, yet, yet delay, 

Howe*er toy love repine. 
Let that gay minute pass awa> , 

The next perhaps is ihine. 
Yes plaintive sounds, no lonsjcr crost. 

Your griefs shaJ! soon bo o'er, 
Her cheek undimpled now, has lost 

1 he smile it lately wore. 

Yes, plaintive sounds, she now is _yours, 
Tis now ^our time to move; 

Essay to soften all her pow'rs. 
And be that softness, love. 

Cease plaintive sounds,^ our task is done 

That anxious tender air 
Proves oer her heart the conquest won, 

1 see }ou melting there. 

Return ye smiles n^ntti again. 

Return each sprightly grace, 
T yield up to your charming reign. 

All that enchanting, face. 
1 take no outward shew amiss. 

Hove where they will, her e\es, 
•Still let her smiles each shepher.J b/ess, 

•So she but hear ruy sighs. 



Btirces addrefs to his Army. 

By, Burns. 



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^'jy ■< ^ "Scots wha hae wi' Wal_lace bled, "Scots, 

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With energ\' 






Bruce has aften led, * We-1 _ come to your go_ ry bed 





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On to vi e — t o _ ry Nows the da}' and nowS the 

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See the front of bat _ tic lour fee ap _ proach proud 

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Ed _ wards pow*r Chains and Ha _ ve_ rv 



*Wha will be a traitor knave? 
Wha can fill a cowards grave? 
'Wha Cue bafe as be a flaAX? 

TraitorJ coward! 'ttirn 'arid fleel 

By opprefsions woes and painsl 
By your Tons in frrvile chains! 
' We will drain our deareft veins, 
"But they fhall be-fhall be free! 

Wha for Scotland's king and law Lay the proud ufurper* low! 

' Jreedom's fword will ftrongly draw, "Tyrants fall in every foe; 

Free-inan ftand, or fre«-nian fa', 'Liberty's in everj- blow! 
"Caledonian! on wi' me! "Forward! let us do, or die!" 

FarewelJ yc field.s SCc 


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A*7Q -^ I'arewell ye fielcls,an meadows green, the bleft retreats of 




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peace an love Aft have I filent ftol'n from hence With my _>ourg 










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talk, amang the hcautios of the fnring, an aft wed lean us 

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on a bank to hear the feath _ er'd warblers fin 





The- a/.ure (ky the hills arounJ, 

Gave double beauty to the fcene 
The lofty fpires of in vjcw, 

On ever\- fide th< wavii-.j^^ grain: 
The tales of love n.y junic told, 

Jm fuch a fa ft .tn moving ftrain. 
Have fo engag'd m\ tender heart, 

I'm loth to leave the place ag^ain. 

Kut if the Jatcs will bo fuo. kind. 

As favour irv return oricc more. 
For to enjoA' the peace o' mind. 

In thofc retreads 1 hud before: 
No-.v, fnrev, ■ ^ ! Kanff! the nimble fteedt--. 

Do l)e;tr me hence, I muft awaj, 
Yet time perh;ips may bring me back. 

To part nac mair from fcen^s fog;v. 


() htard ve e'er of a siilv blind Harper, 

379 -C^ O heard ye of a silly Harper, Liv'd lon;< in Loch_uia_ben 

A little LiAclj 





i: .H enrj s wanton browi J i ti 


town, How he did gang to fair EngIand,To steal King 







H<jw 1)0 did gang to fair England To steal King Henry's wanton brown 




Hut first he g;ied to his pude-wife 
Wi a' tlie speed that he cou'd thole; 
This wark.quo he, will never work. 
Without a luare that has a foal. 
This wark, ^c. 

Quo sl:e,llioL; has a giidc grey mare. 
That'll rin o'er hills baith low (^ hie; 
Ciae tak the gvej- mare in th\- hand, 
And leave the foal at hame wi me. 
Qac (ak', kc. 

And tak' ;i lialter in thy hose. 
And o thv purpose'dinna fail; 
Hut V!/ap it oer tlie v\aiitori's nose; 
And tie her to the grev mare's tail: 
Hut wap,fec. 

.Syne ca' her out at \tiVi back Acate, 
Qer aH)ss aiuJ muir and ilka dale, 
Kir she'll ne'er let tlie wanton bite. 

Till she come hame to her ain foat. 
l^br she'll, .'<cc. 

So he is up to England gane. 
Even as fast as he can hie. 
Till he came to King Henrj's _>"eate; ] 
And wha' was there but King Henrv- ii 
Till iie, f^c. 

Come in, quo' he, thou silly blind Harper; i 
And oi thv harping let me hear, 
O. by m\ sooth, quo' the silh- blind Harp 
Id rather hae stabling for my aiare. 
Ol by 11. y, Mc. 

The King looks o'er his left shoulder, 
And says unto his stable groom, 
Gae tak the siHj' poor Harpers mare, ' 
And tie her 'side my wanton brown. | 
Gae tak, <^c. 



And ay he harped, and ay he carpit. Let in thy master and hi.s mart. 
Till a' the Lords gaed through the floor, Kise,quo' A:c. 
They thought the music was saa sweet, 

That they forgat the stable door. Then up she raise, pat on her clats, 

The^- thought,<tc. And iookit out through the lock hole; 

O. by my sooth then quoth the lass," 
And ay he harpit,and a^- he carpit. Our mare has gotten a braw bi^ foal." 
Till a' the noblejj were sound asleep, Ol hy my ^c. 

Than quictl_y he took aff his shoon. 
And saftl;>' down the stair did creep. Come h.iud th^- peace, then f^plish lass-. 

Than quietly- ^c. 

Ihe moons but glancing in thy ee, 
I'll wad my haill fe« 'gainst a groat, 
Its bigger than eer our loal will he 
I'll wad i<ic. 

.^yne to the stable door he hies, 

Wi tread as light as light coucJ be. 

And whan he openci and gaed in. 

There he fand thirty good steeds At three. The neighbours too that heard the noisr. 

And whan ^c. 

He took the ha Iter frae his hose. 
And of his purpose did na fail; 
He slipt it oer the Wanton's nose. 
And tied it to his gre\' m^res tail. 
He slipt <kc. 

He cad her out at jon backjeate, 
Oer moss and muir & ilka dale. 
And she loot ne'er the wanton bite. 
But held her still gaun at her tail. 
And she &c. 

Cried to the i*ife to put her in. 
By my eooth, then quoth the wife, 
Shes better than ever he radfr on. 
B\- my Xic. 

But on the morn at fair d;(\- light. 
When ihcy had ended a' their cIicmi, 
King Henrys wanton brown was stjivvn, 
And eke the poor old Harncrs iiiare. 
King Henri's <^c. 

Alacel alacel 333,8 the silly blind Harper, 
Alace! alacel that I came here. 
In Scotland I've tint a braw cowte foal» 
The grey mare was right swift o' fit. In England thcyve stawn myguid, grey 

And didna fail to find tl:c wa) , 
For she was atl.ochmalKn veate, 
ru lang three hours ere it was day. 
Yor she ^c. 

When she came to the Harp* r.s door. 
There she gae monv a nichtr and snear. 
Rise, quo the wik-,t|]()u lai?.y 'ass. 

In Scotland Xic. 


Come had thy tongue, thou silJy- blind har 
And of thy alacing let me be, 
tor thou shall get a better mare. 
And wf cl paid shall thy cowte foal bi;; 
For thou shall get a better mare. 
And weel paid shall thy t owte foal bo. 


My Nannie O. 

By Burns. 

v380'^- Behind yon hills where rivkts row. Are moors an' mofses 

weftlin winds blaws loud an nirill,The nights baith mirk an' 

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rainy O; I'll- get my plaid an Out Til fteaUAn o'er the hill to Nannie O.Tb 

Mj' Nannies charming, fwect, and joung, 

Nae artfu' wilc-s-to win >e O; 
Ma^ ill be fa' the flattering tongue. 

That wad beguile my Nannie O: 
Her face is fair, her heart is true. 

As fpotlefs as fhe's bonnie O; 
The op'ning gowan wat wi' dew, 

Nae purer is than Nannie O. 

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A country lad is nry- degree. 

And few there be that ken me O; 

But whilt care I how few thej- be, 
I'm welcome ay to Nannie O: 

My riches a's my penny fee. 
And 1 maun guide it cannie O; 

But warld s gear ne'er troubles me. 
My thoughts are a'^ m\- Nannie O; 

Our auld guidman delights to view, . " 

His fheep an k^e thrive bonnie O; 
But I'm as bl\ the that hauds his picutrh 

An' has nae care but Nannie O; 
Come well, come woe, I care na b> , " 

I'll tak' what Heav'n will fend me 0; 
Nae ither care in life have 1, 

But live, and iove mv Nannie O- 

As r lay on iny beH on a in\'ht . 


As I Jav- on my bed on a, nitrht, i 

i^QI V*^ As I Jay on wy bed on a^ nitrht, 


Kather Slow 






thought u_pon htr beau^ty bright, But the moon hy 

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night did give no light VVljich did per . _ plex li.e 



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sore. Yet al H-ay to my love I did go. 


Then under her window I came, 

I gentl\- calTd her by her name. 
Then up she rose, put on her clothes. 

And whisperd to me slow, 
.Saying, go from uy window. Love, d(j. 

My father and my mother aic asleep. 
And if tho\- chance to hear you speak. 

There will be nocht but great abuse, 

Wi' man^- a bitter blow, /0''^^.^^ 

^nd it's uo from ir\ window, Love^co. n: fe?:^ i:j 
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The rain rinsdown SC< 

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..^O'^-S The rain rins down thro* Mirrv-Iand toune.Sae docs ]t down the [ 


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^THrmt^ n 1 icj lo^ 

la: Sao does the lads of Mirry-land town,\Vhen they pla\ at tht 

ri;cn cut and cam tho Jew's dochter. 
Said, will je com in and dinel 

! winniu) cum in, I winnae cum in. 
Without my pl.n feres nini . 

She pov. d an apple reid and white . 

'lo intice the jouni^ thing in; 
She pow*d an apple white and reid, 

'\nd that the *;v\tet bairn did win. 

When bells wrr rung, and mass was diiiu 

And every Iad\- went hame; 
Than ilk Iad\- had her \oung son. 

But Lady Helen had nane. 

She rowd her muntil her about, ! 

And sair sair gan she wccp: 
And she ran into the Jewis castle, ^ 

When the\ wer all asUej). 

And shf has t^mt out a little pea-knife,My bonny Sir Hew, my pi*tt}- Sir Hew, 
And low down b\ her gair, I P^Hy thee to me sp<ak: 

Sh( has twin'd the \oung thing o' his life,"0 lady rinn to the de«^> draw well 
\ woi I he ne'er spake mair. *"Gin _>e your son wad seek" 

^i .i ouf and cam the thick thick bluid, 

ind < ut and cam the thin; 
And out and cam the bonn^ herts bluid; 
Thair was nae life left in. 

She- lai<l him on a dressing borde, 
And.drest him like a swine. 

And laughing said,gae now and play 
With \our sweet play-feres nine, 

Slie rowd him in a cake of lead, 
Hade him ly still and sleep. 

SIk cast him ui a deep draw vytll, 
\V IS liftA {aihom deep. 

Laff,- Helen ran to the deep draw well, 
\n<\ knelt upon her knee, 

;My bonny Sir Hew, an ye be here, 
I pray thee speak to me. 

The lead J** wondrous heavy, mither. 
The. well is wondrous deep, 

A keen pen -knife sticks iu my hert, 
A word I downae spi ik. 

Hae hame, gae hame, nn iDot her" dear, 
I'etch me mv winding-sheet. 

And at the back r^' Mirry-land toune. 
Its there we twa sail meet. 


Ciiilcl IN the e Piiiii . 
Wiitttn for this Work Kv Hnbcrt Bums. 


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Can Id is the e*en ^ in blast O' Horas o'er <h< 



A little Lively 


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pool. And daw _ in it is dreary, ^Mlcn birks are bare at Yule O 


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cauld bla%v8 the e'en _ in blast When bitter bites the frost. And 

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' in the mirk and drearj- drift The hills and glens are lost, 

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Ne'er sae niurkv blew the night That drifted o'er the hill. But 


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bonie Peg a Kam_8e_)- Gat grist, to her mill. 


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() turn away those cruel eyes. 

O turn a_way those cni_e! eyes. The stars of my un_ 



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do- ing Or death, in such a bright dis . guise, Ma^ 

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impious pride, VVho dare contemn th\' glo. _ ry; It was my 

KtG- yJ^l ^^=f=>...:iMf=^^ 

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fall that de_i_fy'd Thy name and aeal'd thy 8to_ - ry. 
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f m [jj\r -r- u^^rft^ 

Vet no new sufferings can prepare 

A higher praise to crown thee; 
Tho' my first death proclaim thee fair. 

My second will dethrone thee. 
Lovers will douht thou canst entice 

No other for thy fuel; 
And if thou burnst one victim twice. 

Think thee ooih poor and cruel. 

O Alary ye's be chH in silk 




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in jour hair, (iin ye'll con _ .sent to bo mv bridf' Nor 


think on Ar_ thur mwir. Oh wha wad wear a silken ^own Wj' 

tear.s blind, ui^ their ee^ B( _ _ fore Til "break mv 


true loves heart, I'll lay me " down and dit 

For 1 have pled^'d tin virgin troth, .So trust me when I swear to thee, ^rthur^s fate to share, Ky a that is on high, 

^nd he has ^-iVn to me his heart Thoughje had a;lhis warMs gear, 

^''=*' its virtues rare. My heart >e could na buy; 

Ihfc- min<I whase ever\ wish tc pure. For langest life can ne'er repay, 

l^ar dearer is to nic. The love he bears to im; 

^nd e'er Vm forcetl to break wy faith And eVr I'm forc'd to break my troth, 

T'l lay n.e do**n an«l di. I'll lay oie dejwn and die. 


There v,as a bonie las.s. 
B\ K. Burns. 


386 "S There was a bonie lass, and a bonit, bonie lass. And sh 

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locd her bonie lad .die dtar. Till wars loud a_larms tore her 
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still was a 8trang_er to fear: And nocht could him quail, or his 

osom assail. But the bo _ nie lass he lo'ed sae dear 

No Churchman am I, By H. Burns 

f-i-i^riif.i'l i h ^^ 

3H7 "V ^^ Churchman am 1 for to rail and to write,No statesman norsoldierto 






^^ scorn not thepcas.nit (ho' ever so low; But a club of good fel-lows Fike 









those that are here And a bottle like this, are my glor\- and care. 



Hfre passes the Squire on his brother -his horse, 
IhfUF Centum per Centum, the Cit with his purse; 
Hut sve you the Crown how it waves in the air, 
'Vhon a big-belly'd bottle still eases n.y care, 
llic wife of m\- bosom, alas! she xiid die; 
For sweet consolation to church I did f !_) ; 
i found that old Solomon proved it fair. 
That a big belly'd bottle's a cure for all car* 

I once v\-^,s persuaded a venture to make, 

A letter inioinid me that all was to wreck; 

But the pursy old landlord justwndciled up stairs. 

With a glorious bottle that ended ir.\ cares. 

Life's cares the\ are comforts 5>' a maxiu) Ind down 

By the Bard, what d've call him, that v\orc fl < gown. 
All I faith I agree with th' old prig fo a hairi 
For a big bel(\ 'd bottle's a hcav'n of care. 

A Stan/a added in a Masf-n I.od'^'e: 
Then fill up a bumper and iiiakr it o'rrflow. 
And honours Masonic preparr- for to throw; 
Mav every true brother of fh' Compass and Square 
Have a big belly'd bottle when liarass'd with care. 

!}■ Young s , Nijfht Thoughts. 


The Highlanders lament 


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A Soldier for gallant atchieveaients rpnown'd, Revolve! in d 

pair the campaigns of his youth;Then beating his bosom & sigh_ing pro- 




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f=t^^' nm^ i ri ^m 

-found.That malice itself nnght have melted to ruth. Are these heexclaimcl the r= 



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suits of nT>- toil, In wantfeobacia-ilythus toretire?l*br this did compassion re- 


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strain me from spoil. When earth was all carnage and heaven was on fne? 


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Xhe suns bright effulgence, the fragrance of air 

•The vari'd hori/on henceforth 1 abhore. 

Give me death the sole boon of a wretch in despair. 

Which fortune can offer or nature implore. 

To impel Pd by his griefs as he spoke. 

And darting around him a look of disdain, 

Down headlong he leapt from a heaven towring rock. 

And sleeps where the wretched forbear to complain. 

.Supposed to havt; been written in the^ear 1746 

rhere.v new« iaj«es ntvv.s. 
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Theres news lasses news, Gud news Qe to tell, Thcrt-K a 

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A little lively. 


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boat _ fu () lads Come to our town to sell. The 







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I vvean wants a cradk-^ An the cradle wants a cod, Ai/ I'l I 




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no fjantf to my bed Un - til 1 get a nod. 

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'^atlier, quo she, Mither, quo' she. 

Do what ye can, 
I'll no t^ang to my bed 

Till I gft a man. 
riic wian &c. 

I hae as gude a craft rig^ 
Ah made o' yird and stane; 

And waly fa the lej^ crap 
I* or I maun till'd again. 
The wean &c. 


H \rd IS the fnte ot hi in who loves. 

\590 > Hard is the fate of him who Icves, \et dares not tell his 

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tremblin^ pain, But to the sj nipa_thetic groves. Hut to the lonely 

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-ist'- ning plain. Oh, when she bless _ e« next ^our shade. Oh, 


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hen her foot . stfps next are seen. In flow' rv tracts 


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_ long the mead, in fresh -er ma/_es o'er the green. 

l^' ^-^ - ^-irr (■• ic^^-^^ff^^ 

Y( g( ntlo spirits of the vale, Not her own guardian angel e^es 

To wild, II the tears of love are dear. With chaster tenderness his care, 

rroiii l\ ing lilies waft a gale, Not purer her own wishes rise. 

And sii.'h lii^ sorrows in her ear. Not holier her own sii^hs in pra>V. 

O, tell hti- what she cannot blame. But if, at first, her virgin fear 

'rhf»' feui im tont^mc must ever bitid; Should start at love'v suspected nams, 

')li, tell her, ih.t iii\ virtuous flame Wi*h that of fritr.dship soothe her tar; 

In a,* her spot!.*-* -(ml rrtin'd. True love and+iitndship are the Sunie. 


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Ye Mus -e« nine, O lend >our aid, Tn spire a ten_der 
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Rather Slow 


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bash-fu! maid That s late_ly 3 leld -ed up her heart, A conquest 





to loves pow'rful dart. And no*v would fain at -tempt to sing, The 

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prais_'"s of an Hitfh-land King, And nqy/ would fain »t 

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^ tempt to sing. The praises of my Highland King. 




Jamie, the pride of all th*: green, 
fs jusit my age, e'en ga\ fifteen: 
When firft f saw him, twas the dnj , 
That ushers in the sp right t\ !Vl;i> ; 
When first 1 felt love's powVhil stinig. 
And sigh'd for my dear Hisj'liiand King. 

^^ith hill) for bea'jt>, shape, and air. 
Mo other shephrr 1 cap rompare; 
(iocd nature, hone-slv , and truth. 

Adorn the dear, the diatchless youtfi; 
And graces, more th»n I can sing', 
Kedick mv charming Highland King. 

Would once the dearesl br)V brtt ^i\y, 
lis yoii I love; come come away , 
Unto the kirk, my l()\c, let's h_> ; 
Oh me in rapture, I'd comply i 
And I should then have cause to '■mg 
The praifM of n\ Highland Kifig. 


thT arms of Heep ^vhilft in dreains V)^ #1^ J^""^ 

It'ah _ cy fighs for William on the deep. 

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Loud (lie hears the tempeft howling, 
Hi/?h fhe fees the billows roll. 
Lightnings flafh and thunders roaring. 
Spreading terror to each Pole. 
On the sea-beach this beholding. 
TrtiTihlin^dreads her William, loft, 
YfS, {he cries* he comes I foe him, 
O how pale'/tis William's Ghoft. 

Sighs and tears, and wild diffraction, 
R«nd the maidens -tender breaft, 
Williaml wh^ m\- William fhun me, 
O my heart is fore oppreft. 
Oft }ou fwore ;y-ou love! me dearly. 
How have 1 your favour loft 
■Bear me to him, rolling billows 
Let me ctafp m}' Williams Ghoft. 

Nellji mind thus wildly raving. 
Deeply drown'd in fleep the while, 
VMlliam in the harbour landing. 
Went to meet his Nellys fmile. 
At her window genth- calling. 
Wake my love, 'tis da\' almoft. 
Yes, (he cry'd I'll coiih- to thee. 
Yes, I'll follow Williams Ghoft. 

Clear at length the fun was fhining. 
Sleep forfook her death-like throne, 
Kelly ftarted from her flumbriiig. 
Glad her dream and night was gone. 
>air and fpotlefs as the lily, 
Laden with the morning dew, 
Nelly ran to meet her William, 
With M heart both kind and trtie. 

O that I had ne'er been Married. 

Corrtcted by R, Burns. 



^y3 "^ O that 1 hud ne'er been married, 1 wad ,ne_ver 



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had nae care, Now I've got _ ten wife and bairns An' 




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th(\ cry crow_die ever mair. Ance crow die twice crowdje 

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Three times crow_ die in a dav; Gin je crow _ die' 

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o-ny mair Ye'l! crow _ die a' my 'meal a _ way 

Added by BUKNS. 

Waefu' Wunt and Hunger fic-y me, 
Glowrra In' fhi- Iiailari fn; 

Sair 1 {<jiM\ tlum at the door. 

But a^ \\n eerie the\ come beTi, 
Ance crowd ie 'tc. 


O gin vay love were ^on red rose 

394 "S ^ si" "'3 lo^«^ v^ereyonre-d rose, That grows upon the castle 

I * w| 

Slow, with nnich expression. 

s^ wa. And I m^sell a drap of dew, !ti_to her bonnv breast m {-.^ Oh' 

there beyond ex_pression blest I'd feast on beauty a the n 



r r • 'i rrf - =^=f=^ 

^ I J 'J ff f' J f ^^ ^^^^B li 

on her silk-saft falds to rest, Till flyed a_wa by Phabus light 

Nae luck about the house when onr gjoodwife's awa . 

39<3'Y ^^" **"§ **^ your good _ man frae hame,^ Kut whiles th 

y ^ J zzrr^Ztp ^ 






i^^tiJM' ^ r t^^^-rt-r-^ 

- wa. For tho' the good -wife sta^ at hame, John 

m\ 'HLr-uO^tf 



does not toil for a*. There was nae luck a^bout tin hmi.seAn' 

^ See Vol.l-y Page 44, 



m^' wame. There was nae • iuck . a_ _bout aiy 

^( ' f " ^ ^=^^ 

» * * ■ ~-\ — ar~; — i s 8 3 W 

house. When- Mag - gA' gade 

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For first the bairns raise frae their bed, 
. And for a piece did ca\ 
Then how could T attend my work, 
Who had to answer a' 
There was nae luck,&c. 

Their hands and faces was to wash. 

And coaties to put on. 
When evcr\ dud la;y here and there. 

Which vexed honest John. 
There was nae luck,Hic. 

He made the pottage wanting salt. 

The kail sing d in the pot. 
The cutties Ia\ under his feet. 

And cogs the\ stem'd to rot. 
There was nae luck,Atc. 

The hen and birds went to the fields. 
The glaid she whipt up twa. 

The cow wanting her chaff and stra'. 
Stood routing thro' the wa'. 
There was nae luck,^c. 

The bairns fought upon the floor. 

And on the fire did fa'; 
Which vex'd the heart o' honest John, 

WTien Maggj- was awa'. 
There was nae luck,8ic. 

^i'ith bitten fingers and cutted thumbs. 
And scriechs which pierc'd the skies, 
Wliich drove his patience to an end, 
VN'ish'd death to close their e^es. 
There was nae luck,'Jfec. 

Then went to please them with a scon. 

And so he burnt it black, 
Kan to the well with twa new tans. 

But none of them came back. 
There was nae luck, <*ir. 

The hens ".v< nt fo the nt ighboUr's house, 
And ihere they laid their eggs. 

When simple John reprrtv'd them fort, 
Thev broke poor churkie?* legs. 
There was nae lu<k,&c. 

He little thought of Ma<vgy's t-oil. 

As she was hv 'lie hre, 
Hut when he ,t<-ot :i trial o't. 

He soon bo^an to tire. 
There was nae luck,>tc. 

First when he got the task in hand. 
He thought all vsould go right. 

But O he little wages had. 
On Saturday at night . 
There was nae luck, Ac. 

He had no gain from ivhcel or reel. 

Nor \arn had he to srtJ," 
He wishd for Magg)' ha me again. 

Being out of money and meal. 
There was nao Iurk,Hfc. 

Ihe doil gade o'er Jock Wabf'ter, 

His loss he could not tell. 
But when he wanted M:igg)'» help. 

He did nae good hiiiisell. 
'I here wns nae lurk,^ic. . 

Another want I do not name, 

A night he got no ease. 
But tumble! grumbl'd in his bed, 

A fightinij wi' the flaes.. 
There *vas n»e luck.'&c. 

Wishing for Maggv s muckle hips. 
Whereon the ilaes might fo;ist. 

And for to be goodwife fljpain. 
He Kworeit was nwc je'.SI . 
There whp nwe luck,&c. 


Livd ance twr^ lovers in von Hale. 


^eel, Stae ev'ning late to morning aire.Of luving luv'd their fill f 1-ae . 


Now, Willie, gif \ ou luve me weel. 
As sac it .sct-mS to me. 
Gar build, )>ar build a bonny ship. 
Oar build it speedilie. 

Was neverman in a lady's bower 
When she was travelling?' 

Ht-'s stepped three steps down the stair. 
Upon the marble stane: 
And we will sail the sra sae green, Sae loud's he heard his >oung sons greet 

Unto some far countrie. But and his lady's mane! 

Or we'il sail tp STime bonie isle 

Stands tanely midst the sea!' "Now come, now come,W^illie, she said. 

Talc _> our _y oung son frae me. 
But lang or ere the ship was built. And hie him to your mother's bower 

Or deck'd, or rigged out. With speed and privacie'.' 

Came sick a pain in Annets back. 

That down she coud na lout. He's tac-n his young son in his arms. 

He's kissd him cheek and chin, 
'Now, Willie, gif ye luvt me weel. He's hied him to his mother's bower 

As sae it seems to ine, \iy the ae light of the moon. 

O haste, haste, bring me to nu' bowV, 

And my bowr maidens three'.' And with him came the bold Harori. 

'\nd he spake up wi* pride. 
Ho s taen her in his anus twa, * Gar seek, gar seek the bower inaidf-ns, 

\n(i kissd her cheek and chin; Gar busk, gar busk the bride. 

He's brocht her to her ain sweet bow'r. 

Hut nae bowr-maid was in. !V1\ maidens, ea.s_y- with n)\ back, 

And eus\' with my sidf,-. 
Nnw,4eave m>- bower,Wif jie.she said, O set mv saddle saft, Willie, 
Now leave riie to n.v lane; 1 am a tender bride . 

O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet. 
Chorus Written for this Work by Robert Burns. 


U— h » 


^^Q7< O Mallv's n:eek, Mul.y's sweet, Mally's modest and discrcejt 


le LiveK- w • 

A littleLiveK 

Mallv's rare Mai ^ ly's fair, Mal-Iys ev'. ry way compleat. As 

t n;:nm^ i:i c;c. i:,p^^ 

1 was walkinij up the street, A barefit naaid 1 chanc d {0 meet/. But 


-111 \ n f I f 


fajirf' J't-^^js 

O the road was ve _ r\ hard, I'br that fair maidens tender {ceX. 

^ ^ 1 r r Y ^^ 


Chorus, MaII_^'s meek &c. 
It were mair meet, that those fine feet 
Were wee! lacd up in silken shoon. 
And twere more fit that she should sit. 
Within von chariot ^ilt aboon. 

Chorus, Mally's meek Sic. 
Her yellow hair, beyond compare. 
Comes trinklinii; down her swan white nfick, 
And her two e\-f-s like stars in skies. 
Would kc(f) a sinking ship frae wreck. 


Tell me Jessy tell me why 

Life to me is not more dear, 
.'1 lian the hour brings Jessy here. 
Death so much I do not fear 
As the parting moment near. 
Suiiimor smiles is not eo sweet» 
As the bloom upon vour cheek. 
Nor the chrjs^aldew so clear, 
Aa. ^ypiir eyes to me appear. 

These arc part of Jesses charms 
Which the bosom ever warms 
But the charms by which Tm stiin^*. 
Comes, O Jes.s\, from th\- tongue. 
Jessy bfe' *o longer coy, 
Let me tas,te a lovers joy. 
With > our hand remove the dart 
\pd,heal the wound thats in niy heart. 

^ care na for your een sae blue. 


jl^ J J^ JJ ^ 

^t^r ^ - Q ^ - 

AQQ>< ^ I care na for your etn sae blue, Un _ less your heart to 

'I U I 


.CJ.J" i h^ J J^ "^Ji J. ^ 


true. Nor yet that dim_ pled cheek o thine, TjB 




ev*- ry snnie ye hae be mine. D_>e th-ink i'll roose jour 8h;tpe ari 

'J>:j i 



M^j^i;: J j :j^±F-%^ 

Air, Or ca' you bo-nie sweet an fair L'n less yfe can 'to 

r-^+ff-^-f+i — '^ - i i B 

impart, A look which sav \e hae wv heart. 


e impart, A look which say yc hae 






I care na for your witching tongue. 
Which pleases a an' pierces some. 
Until 1 hear that tongue declare 
Nane but mysel jour heart shall share 
An gin that saft an melting ee. 
Doth beam on me an only me 
My fate is seal'd, then 1 am thine 
An let me die when 1 repine 


Good ni^ht and joy be wi* yon a*. 


600 1 '^^^ "'^^* '^ ^-' <^^P^^^'",a: niijht.The morns the day T 


maun a_ 

A little lively 


wa,There8 no a friend or fae o mine, But wishes that T 

were awa. WTjat 

r lack o wit I never never can re_ca' I trust \fc're 




a my friends, a.s v-tt,Gude night and jo>- be 



^i I i'"r 

Bjt' Burns. 

^DITlUI a heart- war Qi, fond adieu! May T^'reedom, Harmony, and Love. 

Dear brothers, of the mystic tye! Unite >ou in the grand Design, 

Ye fivour'd, ye enlighten a Few, Beneath th' Omniscient E> e above. 

Companions of mj- social joyl The glorious Architect Divine! 

Tho' 1 to fpreign lands muht hie. That yr^u may keep th' unerring line. 

rinsuing lortun's slidd'r;^ ba'. Still rising by the plummets Lw, 

With nx lling heart, and brimful e>-e, TiU Order bright completely shir.e, 

I'll mind you still, tho' far awa', Shall be my pra^'r when far awa'. 

Oft have.l met >our social Kand. And You,farewelll whose merits claim, ' 

And spent t!ie rhearfui, festive ni.{;hf; JuHtly that highest badge to wearl 

Oft,honour'd with su|,remfc command, ' Heav'n bless your honoured, noble Name, 

Fresirled o'er the Sons of light: To Masonry and Scotia dearl 

And by that Hieroghphir bright, A last fequest permit me. here, 

Which none hut Craftsmen ever saw'. When \ earls \r- assemble V, 

Strong Mem'rv on my h^art shall write One round. Task it with a tear-. 

Those happ> scenes v^hen far awa'! To hiiiKthf Bard that's far awa. 

F r N IS 





This song was written by Burns in 1787, for the second vo- 
lume of the Museum, but having been mislaid, it did not make 
its appearance till the publication of the last volume of that 
work. In a letter, inclosing the song and the fine air to which it 
is adapted, the bard thus addresses Mr Johnson : " Dear Mr 
Publisher, I hope, against my return, you will be able to tell 
me from Mr Clarke if these words will suit the tune. If they 
don't suit, I must think on some other air, as I have a very 
strong private reason for wishing them in the second volume. 
Don't forget to transcribe me the list of the Antiquarian mu- 
sic Farewell. R. Burns." Burns alludes to the manu- 
script music in the library of the Antiquarian Society, Edin- 
burgh. '^ 

*kMr George Thomson has inserted this song in the third 
volume of* his Collection; but the name of the heroine, in 
place of>J' Peggy," is changed for that of " Mary," and the 
words are directed to be sung to the tune called " The 
Ewie wi' the Crooked Horn." These alterations, however, do 
not appear to be for the better. It will generally be found, 
that the tune which the poet himself had in view when com- 
posing a song, if not superior, is, at least, more in unison 



with the sentiments expressed, than any other that can be se- 


This fine ballad, beginning " Whar hae ye been a' day, 
my boy, Tammy ?" was written by Hector Macneill, Esq. 
It first appeared in a magazine, printed at Edinburgh in 
1791, entitled " The Bee," which was conducted by his 
friend Dr James Anderson. It has since been printed in the 
author's poetical works, and has deservedly become a favour- 
ite with the public. Miss Duncan (afterwards Mrs David- 
son) the celebrated actress, used frequently to sing this bal- 
lad on the stage with great applause. 

The melody, to which the words are adapted, is very an- 
cient and uncommonly pretty. The old song, however, was 
quite puerile ; the Editor has often heard it sung by old 
people, when he was a boy, and he still remembers some of 
the verses. One of them ran thus : 

Is she fit to soop the house. 

My boy, Tammy ? 
Is she fit to soop the house. 

My boy. Tammy ? 
She's just as fit to soop the house 
As the cat to tak' a mouse ; 
And yet she's but a young thing 

New come frae her mammy. 

Another verse contained a very singular sort of puzzle : 

How auld's the bonnie young thing. 

My boy. Tammy .'' 
How auld's the bonnie young thing. 

My boy. Tammy .'' 
She's twice six and twice seven. 
Twice twenty and eleven ; 
And yet she's but a young thing 

Just come frae her mammy. 

This song was written by Robert Couper, Esq. M. D. 
author of two volumes of poetry, chiefly in the Scottish Ian- 


guage, printed at Inverness in 1S04, and dedicated to the 
late Jane, Duchess of Gordon. The title of the song, in the 
Doctor's works, is " Kinrara, — tune, " Niel Gow." 

In the Museum, the song has accoi'dingly been set to the 
beautiful strathspey, called " Niel Gow," which was composed 
by Mr Macintyre, the musician, in honour of the late father 
of Scottish ball music, Niel Gow of Dunkeld. Kinrara 
Lodge was the summer residence of the late Duchess of 


Ramsay wrote a bacchanalian song to this ancient tune, 
and printed it in his Tea-Table Miscellany, 1724. He very 
properly suppressed the old song, enough of which is still but 
too well known. The first four lines of the song in the Mu- 
seum were taken from "Ramsay's, and the rest of it was writ- 
ten by Burns for that work. Johnson has made a mistake 
in copying the fifth line of the second stanza. It should be 
*' Ne'er break your heart for ae rebute," as in the manu- 

This song was copied from Herd's Ancient and Modern 
Songs, printed in 1 776. It is adapted to a tune, which Os- 
wald, in his Caledonian Pocket Companion, book ix. calls 
" The Birth of Kisses," which was probably the original 
title of the song. The author's name has not yet been dis- 

This beautiful song, according to the information of the 
publisher of the Museum, was written by Mr Carey. It is 
adapted to a very beautiful and plaintive old air, called " I'll 
never see him more," printed in the sixth book of Oswald's 
Caledonian Pocket Companion, p. 16. Tliis tune is omitted 
in the Index of Oswald's work. 


Mr Carey's song, five years after its appearance in the 
sixth volume of the Museum, which was pubHshed on the 
4th of June 1803, appeared, for a second time, in the fourth 
number of Mr George Thomson's Collection, printed in 
1808, with the following alterations, which are evident im- 
provements. In place of the 8th, 10th, and 12th hnes in 
the Museum, read, as in Mr Thomson's edition, 

I deck'd my pleasing peaceful bower — line 8th. 
A modest sweet and lovely flower — line 10th. 
To grace and chear my bonnie bower — line 12th. 

Mr Thomson says the author is unknown, and that 
" The Esk here alluded to, after passing the romantic banks 
of RosLiN, winds for several miles through a variety of scene- 
ry singularly beautiful." There are, at least, six rivers of 
that name in Scotland, whose banks are all particularly ro- 
mantic, and there is not one line in the song that fixes the lo- 
cality to the Esk which washes the ruins of Roshn Castle. 
Mr Thomson directs the words of Carey's song to be sung 
to the " Braes of Ballochmyle," a song written by Burns, 
set to music by A. Masterton, and published in the second 
volume of the Museum, page 285, in the year 1790. 


This poetical dialogue between two rustic lovers, was 
written by Ramsay to the tune of " I'll never leave thee ■" 
and printed in his Tea-Table Miscellany in 1724. Some 
lines of the ancient song of " 111 never leave thee," however 
are interspersed here and there in Ramsay's production. 
The editor of the Orpheus Caledonius, having preferred 
Crawfurd's song, beginning « One day I heard Mary say," 
to the same air, published it in that work in 1725, 

Mr John Watt, in the fourth volume of his " Musical 
Miscellany," printed at London in 1730, published Ram- 
say's song, adapted to the tune of " A Lad and a Lassie lay 
in a Killogie," which was afterwards called " Bannocks o' 
Bear Meal, and Bannocks o' Barley," under the following 



title, " A dialogue between Jenny and Nelly, to the tune of 
I'll never leave thee." As Crawfurd's song to the genuine 
air, was published in the first volume of the Museum, page 
92, Johnson adapted the same tune that Watt had selected 
for Ramsay's dialogue, which suits the words nearly as well 
as the proper tune of " I'll never leave thee" would have 

This beautiful song, entitled " Captain O'Kaine," was 
written by the late Mr Richard Gall, a young man of the 
most promising poetical talents, and author of several songs 
in the sixth volume of the Museum. The tune is certainly 

Richard Gall was born at Linkhouse, near Dunbar, in the 
month of December 1776- At an early period he was sent 
to the school at Haddington, where he soon acquired a pro- 
ficiency in reading, writing, and arithmetic. On leaving 
school, his parents placed him under the charge of a relation, 
to learn the trade of a house-carpenter ; but, ere long, he 
felt such antipathy to the occupation that he left it. He 
was next placed with a respectable builder and architect, to 
acquire a knowledge of his profession. After a trial of this 
new Une of business however he found it nearly as disagree- 
able to him as the other ; he therefore gave it up also, and 
went to Edinburgh, to which city his father and mother had 
recently removed. 

Soon after his arrival in the Scottish metropolis, he was 
bound apprentice to Mr David Ramsay, a respectable printer, 
and publisher of the Edinburgh Courant. This mode of hfe 
proved quite congenial to the feelings of young Gall. In- 
deed, the attention and friendship which his worthy master 
showed him on every occasion, attached him so strongly to 
his employer, that after the expiration of his indenture, he 
continued in the service of that gentleman during the rest of 
his life. 



Whilst in this situation Gall employed his spare hours in 
acquiring various branches of education, and in wooing Sco- 
tia's muse. His poetical efforts soon began to attract consi- 
derable attention, and procured him the friendship and cor- 
respondence of several literary characters, amongst whom 
were Burns and Macneill. About the beginning of 1801, an 
abscess broke out in his breast, which, notwithstanding everjr 
possible care and the best medical assistance, put a period to 
his existence on the 10th of May 1801, in the 25th year of 
his age. 

During his last illness, although unable from weakness to 
hold a pen, he committed several of his poems to paper, writ- 
ten with a black lead pencil. Mr Stark, in his BiograpMca 
Scotica, justly observes, that " Of all the writings of Mr 
Gall, the tendency is ihrvuformly virtuous. But this is not 
their only merit. A rich vein of poetry pervades them ; 
the sentiments are striking ; the language simple and unaf- 

Mr Gall's Poetical Works were lately published in a neat 
volume 12mo, by Messrs Oliver & Boyd, with a Life of the 
Author, elegantly written, by the Rev. Alexander Stewart. 


This is the well-known ballad of " Peggy Bawn," which 
has long been a favourite at the firesides of the peasantry of 
Scotland, although it does not appear to have been honoured 
with a place in any regular collection until the publication of 
the Museum. The air is said to be Irish, but the ballad it- 
self is unquestionably of Scottish origin. The tune, how- 
ever, IS very pretty. It was made into an excellent rondo, 
with variations for the piano-forte or harpsichord, by Butler 
the organist, which has had a considerable run. The author 
of the words and music has not yet been discovered. 



This beautiful song was written by Thomas Campbell, 
Esq. author of the Pleasures of Hope, Gertrude of Wyo- 
ming, and many other excellent poems. The words are 
adapted to the favourite Irish air, called Coolun. Mr Camp- 
bell evinced considerable abilities, both as a poet and a scho- 
lar, at a very early period of life. The present Editor recol- 
lects of having read a poem, called " The Choice of Paris," 
written by Mr Campbell, when he was a boy at the high- 
school of Glasgow. Mr Campbell entered that seminary on 
10th October 1785. 


This ballad was printed in Ramsay's Tea-Table Miscel- 
lany in 1724, with the letter Q annexed, to denote that it was 
an old song with alterations. It is entitled " Omnia vincit 
amor," i. e. " Love conquers all."" 

In Skene's music manuscripts, written in the reign of 
James VI. of Scotland, there is an air with the same Latin 
title inserted in book sixth, after " Lady Rothemayes Lilt," 
The original ballad must therefore have been a favourite 
long before the year 1600. It seems to have been set to 
various tunes, for in Oswald's Caledonian Pocket Compa- 
nion, book viii. there is a slow air, in common time, entitled 
" Omnia vincit amor," which is quite different from the air 
in Skene's MSS. as well as that in the Museum. But the 
Editor is of opinion, that neither the airs published by Os- 
wald nor Johnson are so old as the words. 


This old ballad, beginning " Frae Dunideir, as I cam 
throuch," gives a very minute and faithful account of the 
cause and issue of the battle of Harlaw, fought on the 24th 
day of July 14il, between Donald, Lord of the Isles, and 
the Earl of Mar, son of Robert, Duke of Albany, Regent 


of Scotland, during the captivity of his nephew, James I. 
King of Scots. Harlaw, where the battle took place, is situ- 
ated in Garioch, a district in Aberdeenshire. The royal 
army on this occasion were completely victorious ; Donald's 
forces being defeated with great slaughter. 

" The Battel of Hayrlaw" is quoted as one of the " sweet 
sangis," in Wedderburn's " Complainte of Scotlande," printed 
in 1549; but, so far as we know, no printed edition of this 
celebrated ballad has yet been discovered, prior to that in 
Ramsay's Evergreen, published at Edinburgh in 1724, from 
an ancient manuscript copy. The late Lord Hailes seemed to 
have entertained some doubts of its being a genuine produc- 
tion of the 15th century; because Ramsay did not scruple 
on some occasions to retrench, or substitute verses of his own 
for originals of the ancient poetry which he collected. The 
present ballad, however, is so very different from the style 
and structure of every production of Ramsay, and bears 
such evident and strong marks of antiquity, that, making al- 
lowance for some verbal alterations which may, perhaps, 
have been substituted for a few of the more ancient and ob- 
solete words, there can scarcely remain a doubt of its ge- 
nuine authenticity. Indeed, Ritson, who in general had 
little or no faith in any of the Scottish traditions, thus ex- 
presses himself with regard to this ballad. « The Battel of 
Hayrlaw," (mentioned by Wedderburne) is presumed to be 
the fine poem printed in the " Evergreen," which, with sub- 
mission to the opinion of the late Lord Hailes, may, for any 
thing that appears either in or out of it to the contrary, be as 
old as the 15th century." 

In Drummond of Hawthornden's mock-heroic poem, which 
was edited, with notes and illustrations, by Bishop Gibson 
in 1691, mention is made of a bagpipe tune, called the Battle 
of Harlaw — 

" Interea ante alios dux Piper Laius heros, 
Precedens, magnamque gerens cum burdine pijpam, 
Incipit Harlaii cunctis sonare Battellum." 



The present Editor is in possession of a folio manuscript of 
Scots tunes of considerable antiquity, wherein this pibroch is 
inserted under the title of the " Battle of Hardlaw." It is 
nere annexed : 


Mr Ritson conjectures, that this ballad must have been 
sung to a very slow air ; but none of these long ballads were 
sung in adagio time. It seems highly probable, that this 
ballad was chanted to the first strain of the old pibroch, 
which contains the whole air, and suits the measure of the 
stanza. The other strains of this wild pibroch are evidently 
mere variations of the theme or first strain. 

As Johnson was under the necessity of curtailing this fine 
old historical ballad, on account of the limited size of his 
sixth volume, it is here reprinted from Ramsay's Evergreen, 

Frae Dunideir as I cam throuch, 
Doun by the hill of Banochie, 
Allangst the lands of Garioch, 
Grit pitie was to heir and se. 
The noys and dulesum hormonie, 
That evir that driery day did daWj 


Cry and the corynoch* on hie, 
" Alas, Alas ! for the Harlaw !" 

I marvlit what the matter meint. 
All folks were in a fiery fairy,t 
I wist not quha was fae or friend, 
Zit quietly I did me carrie : 
But sen the days of auld King Harrie,J 
Sic slauchter was not hard or sene ; 
And thair I had nae tyme to tairy. 
For bissiness in Aberdene. 
Thus as I walkit on the way. 
To Inverury as I went, 
I met a man, and bad him stay, 
Requesting him to mak me 'quaint 
Of the beginning and the event 
That happenit thare at the Harlaw ; 
Then he entreated me tak tent, 
And he the truth sould to me schaw. 


Grit Donald of the Yles did claim 
Unto the lands of Ross sum richt. 
And to thfi fiovernour he came. 
Them for to half gif that he micht; 
Quha saw his interest was but slicht. 
And thairfore answerit with disdain ; 
He hastit hame baith day and nicht. 
And sent nae bodword § back again. 


But Donald richt impatient 

Of that answer Duke Robert gaif. 

He vow'd to God Omnipotent 

All the hale lands of Ross to half, 

Or ells be graithed hi his graif : 

He wald not quat his richt for nocht. 

Nor be abusit lyk a slaif. 

That bargane sould be deirly bocht. 

• Corynoch, i. e. a funeral dirge, or lament for the dead. 

-f- Bustle and confusion. 

$ Whilst our Malcolm IV. was on the Continent with Henry II. of England, 
Somerled, Thane of Argyle, who aspired to the throne of Scodand, raised a for- 
midable rebellion in the north, which was fortunately quelled by the Earl of 
Angus, commander of the royal army, who defeated Somerled's forces with im- 
mense slaughter. It is a singular coincidence, that Donald, Lord of the Isles, like- 
wise took the opportunity of urging his claim to the lands of Boss, during the ab- 
sence of his Sovereign ; James I. being, at this period, a captive in England. 

§ Reply, or inessage. 



Then haistylie he did command 
That all his weir-men should convene. 
Ilk ane well harnisit frae hand 
To meit and heir quhat he did mein ; 
He waxit v/raith and vowit tein, 
Sweirand he wald surpryse the north, 
Subdew the brugh of Aberdene, 
Merns, Angus, and all Fyfe to Forth. 


Thus with the weir-men of the Yles, 
Quha war ay at his bidding bown. 
With money made, with forss and wyles. 
Right far and neir, baith up and down. 
Throw mount and muir, frae town to town, 
Alangst the land of Ross he roars. 
And all obeyit at his bandown, 
Evin frae the north to suthren shears. 


Then all the countrie men did yeild. 
For nae resistans durst they mak. 
Nor offer battil in the field. 
Be forss of arms to beir him bak ; 
Syne thay resolvit all, and spak 
The best it was for their behufe. 
They sould him for thair chiftain tak. 
Believing well he did them lufe. 

Then he a proclamation maid. 
All men to meet at Inverness, 
Throw Murray-Land to mak a raid 
Frae Arthursyre unto Spey-ness ; 
And, furthermair, he sent express. 
To schaw his coUours and ensenyie 
To all and sindry, mair and less, 
Throuchout the boundis of Boyn and Enyie. 


And then throw fair Strathbogie land. 
His purpose was for to pursew. 
And quhasoever durst gainstand. 
That race they should full sairly rew. 
Then he bad all his men be trew, 
And him defend by forss and slicht. 
And promist them rewairds anew. 
And mak them men of mekle micht. 



Without resistans, as he said. 
Throw all these parts he stoutly past, 
Quhair sum war wae, and sum war glaid. 
But Garioch was all agast ; 
Throw all these fields he sped him fast. 
For sic a sicht was nevir sene. 
And then forsuith, he langd at last 
To see the bruch of Aberdene. 


To hinder this prowd enterprise. 
The stout and michty Erie of Mar, 
With all his men in arms did ryse. 
Even frae Curgarf to Craigyvar, 
And down the syde of Don richt far, ' 
Angus and Mearns did all convene. 
To fecht, or Donald cam sae nar. 
The ryall bruch of Aberdene. 


And thus the martial Erie of Mar, 
Marcht with his men in richt array. 
Before the enemie was aware. 
His banner bauldly did display ; 
For weD eneuch they kend the way. 
And all their semblance well they saw, 
Withoutin dangir or delay. 
Came haistily to the Harlaw. 


With him the braif Lord Ogilvy, 
Of Angus Sheriff princiiDal ; 
The Constabill of gude Dunde, 
The vanguard led before them all ; 
Suppose in number they were small. 
They first richt bauldlie did pursew. 
And maid their faes befor them fall, 
Quha then that race did sairly rew. 


And then the worthy Lord SaJtoun, 
The strong undoubted laird of Drum, 
The Stalwart laird of Lawriestoune, 
With ilk thair forces all and sum ; 
Panmuir with all his men did cum ; 
The Provost of brave Aberdene, 
With trumpets and with tuick of drum. 
Came shortly in thek armour schene. 


These, with the Erie of Mar, came on 
In the reir-ward richt orderlie, 
Their enemies to set upon. 
In awful manner hardily ; 
Togither vowit to live or die. 
Since they had marchit mony miles. 
For to suppress the tyrannie 
Of doubted Donald of the Yles. 


But he in number ten to ane, 
Richt subtilie alang did ride. 
With Malcolmtosh and fell Maclean, 
With all their power at their syde ; 
Presumeand on their strength and pryde. 
Without all fair of ony aw, 
Richt bauldlie battill till abyde 
Hard by the town of fair Harlaw. 


The armies met, the trumpet sounds. 
The dandring drums alloud did tuik, 
Raith armies byding on the bounds. 
Till ane of them the field sould bruik ; 
Nae help was thairfor, nane wad jouk, 
Ferss was the fecht on ilka syde. 
And on the ground lay mony a bouk 
Of them that there did battill byd. 


With doutsum victorie they dealt. 
The bludy battill lastit lang ; 
Each man his nibour's forss there felt. 
The weakest aft-times gat the wrang ; 
There was nae mowis there them amang, 
Naething was hard but heavy knocks. 
That echo maid a dulefuU sang, 
Thairto resounding frae the rocks. 


Rut Donald's men at last gaif back. 

For they war all out of array. 

The Erl of Mar's men throw them brak 

Pursewing shairply in thair way, 

Thair enemys to tak or slay. 

Re dint of forss to gar them yield ; 

Quha war richt blyth to win away. 

And sae for feirdness tint the fray. 


Then Donald fled, and that full fast. 
To mountains hich for all his micht. 
For he and his war all agast. 
And ran tiU they war out of sicht ; . 
And sae of Ross he lost his richt, 
Thoch mony men with hiin he brocht. 
Towards the Yles fled day and nicht. 
And all he wan was deirlie bocht. 


This is (quod he) the richt report 
Of all that I did heir and knaw, 
Thoch my discourse be sumthing short 
Tak this to be a richt suthe saw. 
Contrair God and the King's law, 
Thair was spilt mekle Christian blude. 
Into the battil of Harlaw : 
This is sum, sae I conclude. 


But zit a bonny whyle abide. 
An I sail mak thee clearly ken, 
Quhat slauchter was on ilka syde. 
Of Lowland and of Highland men ; 
Quha for thair awin half ever bene, 
Tbeselazie lowns micht well be spaird, 
Chessit lyke deirs into thair den. 
And gat thair wages for rewaird. 


Malcolmtosh of the clan held chief, 
Maclean with his grit hauchty held. 
With all thair succour and relief 
War dulefully dung to the deid ; 
And now we are freid of thair feid 
And will not lang to come again 
Thousands with them without remeid 
On Donald syd, that day war slain. 


And on the uther syd war lost. 
Into the field that dismal day. 
Chief men of worth (of mekle cost). 
To be lamentit sair for ay ; 
The Lord Saltoun of Rothemay, 
A man of micht and mekie main. 
Grit dolour was for his decay 
That sae unhappylie was slain. 



Of the best men amang them was 
The gracious gude Lord Ogilvy, 
The sheriff-prhicipal of Angus 
Renownit for truth and equitie. 
For faith and magnanimitie ; 
He had few fallows in the feild 
Zit fell by fatal destinie. 
For he nae ways wad grant to zield. 

Sir James Scrimgeor of Duddop, knicht. 
Grit Constabill of fair Dundee, 
Unto the duleful deith was dicht. 
The King's chief banner-man was he, 
A valiant man of chevalrie, 
Quhais predecessors wan that place 
At Spey, with gude King William frie, 
'Gainst Murray and Macduncan's race. 


Gude Sir Alexander Irving, 
The much renownit laird of Drum, 
Nane in his days was better sene, 
Quhen they were semblit all and sum. 
To praise him we sould not be dumm. 
For valour, witt, and worthy ness. 
To end his days he there did cum, 
Quhois ransom is remeidyless. 


And there the knicht of Lawriston 
Was slain into his armour schene; 
And gude Sir Robert Davidson, 
Quha Provost was of Aberdene ; 
The knicht of Panmuir, als was sene, 
A mortal man in armour bricht. 
Sir Thomas Murray, stout and kene. 
Left to the world thair lost gude nicht. 


There was not sin King Keneth's days 
Sic strange intestine cruel stryf 
In Scotland sene, as ilk man says, 
Quhair mony liklie lost thair lyfe ; 
Quhilk made divorce twene man and wyfe. 
And mony children fatherless, 
Quhilk in this realm hath been full ryfe. 
Lord help these lands, our wrangs redress ! 



In July, on Saint James his even'. 
That four-and-twenty dismall day. 
Twelve hundred ten score and eleven 
Of Zeirs sen Chryst^, the suth to say ; 
Men will remember, as they may, 
Quhen thus the verite they know. 
And mony ane may mourn for ay 
The brim battiU of the Harlaw. 

In the reign of Henry the II. of England, Scotland was torn 
by intestine broils and insurrections. This was occasioned 
by the servile conduct towards that monarch, both by Mal- 
coM, and his brother and sticcessor William, kings of Scot- 
land, which disgusted and enraged the Scottish chiefs. Du- 
ring the reign of William, Donald, another Lord of the Isles, 
likewise invaded Scotland, and committed horrid ravages in 
the counties of Ross and Murray. This person was a pro- 
genitor of the Donald mentioned in the ballad, and claimed 
the crown in right of Duncan, the bastard King of Scots. 
This circumstance is alluded to in stanza xxvii. On the 
5th July 1187, however, Roland, the gallant hero of Gal- 
loway, decided the fate of the older Donald, who was slain in 
an accidental rencounter of a foraging party, and the greater 
part of his followers were put to the sword. 

The wild melody, to which the ballad of Hai'law is adapt- 
ed in the Museum, is evidently the progenitor of the old 
Highland Pibroch formerly mentioned. The second stanza 
is merely a slight alteration of the first. 


This song was written by Mr John Pinkerton, the historian, 
who is a native of Edinburgh. The words are adapted to a 
fine modern air, which was composed by Mr Fergus, organist 
of the Episcopal Chapel, Glasgow. 

In 1783, Mr Pinkerton published this song, alongst with 
several other pieces, as genuine old Scottish reliques. The 
forgery of these poems, however, being detected by a gen- 
tleman, who directly accused Mr P. by a letter inserted in 


the Gentleman's Magazine, for November llSi. Our his- 
torian confessed himself guilty. In palliation of his conduct, 
he pleads his youth and purity of intention ; professing that 
the imposition was only intended to give pleasure to the 
world. " All which, (says the satirical Ritson,) it is to be 
hoped he has found some charitable person to believe !" 
Ritson's Essay on Scottish Song, p. 77. 

Burns makes the following remark on this song : *« This 
modern thing of Pinkerton's could never pass for old, but 
among the sheer ignorant. What poet of the olden time, or 
indeed of any time, ever said or wrote any thing like the 
line — 

'' Without ae flouir his grave to crown." 
" This is not only the pedantry of tenderness, but the 
very bathos of bad writing." See Select Scottish Songs, with 
Critical Remarks by Burns ; edited by Cromek. 2 vols. 
London. 1810. 

It is neither the Editor's intention to palliate imposition, 
nor defend poetry that is really bad ; but he is of opinion, 
that a slight alteration of the second stanza is all that the 
song requires to render it unexceptionable. Indeed Burns, 
in one of his letters, (see vol- iv. letter No 28, in Dr Currie'a 
edition,) afterwards admits, that " Mr Pinkerton, in his 
what he calls ancient ballads, many of them, though notori- 
ous, are beautiful enough forgeries." 


This comic little song, intended for the nursery, was written 
by Burns. It is adapted to the lively tune, called, " Wee 
Totum Fogg^'' the first line of a much older ditty of the 
same description, which Burns must have had in view when 
he wrote the words for the Museum. It began. 

Wee Totum Fogg 

Sits upon a creepie ; 

Half an ell o' gray 

Wad be his coat and breekie. 



These old tunes — Wee Totum Fogg — The Dusty Miller-^ 
Go to BerwicJc, Johnnie — Mount your Baggage — Robin 
Shure in Har'est — Jochey said to Jenny, ^c. ^^c, have been 
played in Scotland, time out of mind, as a particular species 
of " the double hornpipe'"" The late James Allan, piper to 
the Duke of Northumberland, assured the present Editor, 
that this peculiar measure originated in the borders of Eng- 
land and Scotland. Playford has inserted several of them 
in his " Dancing Master,'' first published in 1658. Some 
modern imitations of this old style appear in Gow's Repo- 
sitories, and several other collections of Scotch tunes. 


This ballad, beginning " When the days they are lang," 
commemorates a horse-race of Lammington, in the county of 
Lanark. It possesses considerable humour ; and the tune to 
which it is adapted is lively enough ; but ail Jeux d''esprit, of 
a local or personal nature, generally cease to be interesting 
when the original characters are no more. The song was 
written by Mr Macaulay, an acquaintance of Mr Johnson ; 
but the composer of the air is unknown. 


This charming song, beginning " 'Twas summer, and 
softly the breezes were blowing," was written by the late John 
Tait, Esq. writer to the signet, and some time judge of the 
Police Court, Edinburgh. It is adapted to the Irish air 
called Langolee. This song has often, though erroneously, 
been attributed to the Rev, Mr John Home, author of the 
tragedy of " Douglas." It was inserted in Wilson's CoUec- 
tion of Songs, printed at Edinburgh 1779, with some addi- 
tional stanzas written by Miss Betsy B — s ; but the lady's 
verses are far inferior to the original. Mr Tait's song was 
written in 1775, on the departure of a friend for America to 
join the British forces, who were at that time endeavouring 
" to quell the proud rebels" of Columbia ; but the issue of 


that contest was very different from the anticipations of the 
bard. The Americans, after a long and arduous contest, 
proved ultimately successful ; and their independence was 
acknowledged, on the part of Great Britain, by a treaty of 
peace ratified in 1783. 

Burns, in one of his letters to Mr George Thomson, dated 
7th April 1793, says, " The Banks of the Dee is, you know, 
literally Langolee, to slow time. The song is well enough, 
but has some false imagery in it ; for instance, 

" And sweetly the nightingale sung from the tree." 

" In the first place, the nightingale sings in a low bush, but 
never from a tree ; and in the second place, there never was 
a nightingale seen or heard on the banks of the Dee, or on 
the banks of any other river in Scotland. Exotic rural 
imagery is always comparatively flat." 

The justice of these remarks appears to have been admit- 
ted by Mr Tait ; for in a new edition of the song, retouched 
by himself, thirty years after its first appearance, for Mr 
Thomson's Collection, and published in the fourth volume of 
that work, the first half stanza is printed thus — 

'TwAS summer, and softly the breezes were bio whig. 
And sweetly the wood-pigeon coo'd from the tree. 
At the foot of a rock, where the wild-rose was growing, 
I sat myself down on the banks of the Dee. 

The only other corrections and alterations are as follow — 

Stanza II. line 5, 

For loud roaring, read rude roaring. 

Stanza 11. line 8, 

For And left me to stray 'mongst these once loved willows, 

Read And left me to wander 'mongst these once loved willows. 

Stanza III. line 2, 

For dear shepherd, fead dear Jamie. 


This elegant and pathetic song was written by Mr Richard 
Gall, who has already been noticed in a former part of this 


work. — Vide Notes on Song No 508. The air to which it is 
adapted was composed by Mr Allan Masterton, who has also 
been often mentioned in the course of the present Editor's 

The following particulars respecting this song are extracted 
from Mr Stark's Sketch of the Life of Richard Gall, printed in 
the Blog7-apMa Scotica, at Edinburgh, 1805. " One of Mr 
Gall's songs in particular, the original of which I have by me, 
has acquired a degree of praise, from its having been printed 
amongst the works of Burns, and generally thought the pro- 
duction of that poet. The reverse, indeed, was only known 
to a few of Mr Gall's friends, to whom he communicated the 
verses before they were published. The fame of Burns stands 
in no need of the aid of others to support it ; and to render 
back the song in question to its true author, is but an act of 
distributive justice, due alike to both these departed poets, 
whose ears are now equally insensible to the incense of flat- 
tery or the slanders of malevolence. At the time when the 
* Scots Musical Museum' was published at Edinburgh by 
Mr Johnson, several of Burns's songs made their appearance 
in that publication. Mr Gall wrote the song entitled ' Fare- 
well to Ayrshire,' prefixed Burns' name to it, and sent it ano- 
nymously to the publisher of that work. From thence it has 
been copied into the later editions of the works of Burns. In 
publishing the song in this manner, Mr Gall probably thought, 
that under the sanction of a name known to the world, it 
might acquire that notice, which, in other circumstances, it 
might never have obtained, but have been doomed to waste 
its sweetness in the desart air.'''* 

The particulars mentioned in the preceding extract by Mr 
Stark, who was intimately acquainted with Mr Gall, (both of 
them being employed in the same printing-office,) may be re- 
lied upon as being correct. The manuscript of the song, in 
the hand-writing of Mr Gall, is in the possession of the 


RiTSON says, he " has heard graVely asserted in Edinburgh, 
that a fooUsh song, beginning 

Go, go, go,^ 

Go to Berwick, Johnny ; 
Thou shalt have the horse. 
And I shall have the poney, 

was actually made on one of Sir William Wallace the Scot-« 
tish hero's marauding expeditions ; and that the person thus 
addressed was no other than his Jidus Achates, Sir John 
Graham. — Historical Essay on Scottish Song, p. 26. The 
"writer of this note, however, can safely aver, that he never 
heard such an assertion from the lips of any Scotsman, nor 
ever saw such an allegation in print, till he met with Ritson's 
Essay. That gentleman must certainly have been imposed 
upon by the gravity of some wag. The silly old verses are 
usually chanted by nurses to divert their little ones, and 
have not the smallest allusion either to Wallace or Graham. 

The words, which are adapted to the old air in the Mu- 
seum, were written by the late Mr John Hamilton, music- 
seller in Edinburgh, who contributed several songs to the 
same work. Oswald published the air, with variations, in his 
Caledonian Pocket Companion. It has since been arranged 
as a rondo for the piano-forte, by various masters. 


This burlesque parody of Mallet's beautiful ballad of 
" William and Margaret," was written by Allan Ramsay for 
the fourth volume of his Tea-Table Miscellany, where it 
made its first appearance under the title of " Watty and 
]\Jadge." The words are adapted to a fine old tune, called 
The Maid in the Mill, taken from the seventh volume of 
Oswald's Caledonian Pocket Companion, p. 27. 

The reader will find Mallet's ballad of William and Mar- 
garet, adapted to a fine air composed by the late Mr Stephen 

460 Dxix. — 'twas at the shining mid-day hour. 

Clarke, in the sixth volume of the Museum. — Vide Song No 
526. In the second edition of the Orpheus Caledonius, 
printed in 1733, Mr William Thomson, the editor of that 
work, adapted Mallet's ballad to the old tune of CheVT^ Chace. 


This humorous song was written by Allan Ramsay, and 
pubHshed in his Tea-Table Miscellany 1 724, as a substitute 
for the words of the old song called " Clout the Cauldron." 
The original tune is printed in the first volume of the Mu- 
seum, p. 24, with some curious Scoto-Gaelic verses. — See the 
Notes on that Song, No 23. 

In the sixth volume of the Museum, Ramsay's verses are 
adapted to the favourite strathspey, called " Cameron has got 
his Wife again." 



This fine Scottish pastoral song was written by Gall, and 
is printed in his poetical works. The words are adapted to 
a very beautiful tune, called " Cassilis Banks." 

" Girvan's fairy-haunted stream," is a well known river in 
Ayrshire, which rises in the parish of Dailly, and after 
meandering through the district of Carrick, pours its waters 
into the Irish Channel at the ancient village of Girvan, to 
which it gives its name. 


This humorous song was Avritten by Burns in 1787, for 
the second volume of the Museum ; but Johnson, the pub- 
lisher, who was a religious and well-meaning man, appeared 
fastidious about its insertion, as one or two expressions in it 
seemed somewhat irreverent. Burns afterwards made several 
alterations upon the song, and sent it to Mr George Thom- 
son for his Collection, who readily admitted it into his se- 
cond volume, and the song soon became very popular. 
Johnson, however, did not consider it at all improved by the 


later alterations of our bard. It soon appeared to him to 
have lost much of its pristine humour and simplicity ; and 
the phrases which he had objected to were changed greatly 
for the worse. He therefore published the song as originally 
written by Burns for his w^ork. In order to enable the reader 
to judge how far Johnson was, or was not correct, both edi- 
tions of the song are here annexed. 


Ae day a braw wooei- came down the lang glen. 
And sail- wi' his lore he did deave me ; 
But I said there was naething I hated like men ; 
The deuce gae wi' him to believe me ! 

A weel stockit mailen himsel o't the laird. 
And bridal afF han' was the proffer ; 
I never loot on that I kend or I car'd. 
But thought I might get a waur offer. 

He spak o' the darts o' my bonnie black een. 
And said for my love he was diein' ; 
I said he might die when he liket, for Jean ; 
The gude forgie me for liein !' 

But what do ye think, in a fortnight or less, 
(The deil's in his taste to gae near her,) 
He's down to the castle to black cousin Bess, 
Think, how the jade I could bear her. 

An' a' the niest ouk as I fretted wi' care, 
I gaed to the tryst o' Dalgarnock ; 
And wha but my braw fickle Avooer was there, 
Wha glowr'd as if he'd seen a warlock. 

Out oure my left shouther I gied him a blink. 
Lest neighbours shou'd think I was saucy. 
My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink. 
And vow'd that I was his dear lassie. 

I spier'd for my cousin, fu' couthie and sweet, 
An' if she had recover'd her hearin' ? 
And how my auld shoon fitted her shauchel't feet ? 
Gude saf us how he fell a swearin' ! 

He begg'd me for gudesake that I'd be his wife, , 

Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow ; 

And just to preserve the poor body in life, 

I think I will wed him to-morrow. 




Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen. 
And sair wi' his love he did deave me. 
I said there was naething I hated like men ; 
The deuce gae wi'm, to believe me, believe me. 
The deuce gae wi'm, to believe me. 

He spak o' the darts o' my bonnie black een. 
And vow'd for my love he was dying ; 
I said he might die when he lik'd, for Jean, 
The Lord forgie me for lying, for lying. 
The Lord forgie me for lyuig ! 

A weel-stockit mailen himsel for the laird. 

And marriage afF-hand were the proffers ; 

I never loot on that I kend it or car'd. 

But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers. 

But thought I might hae waur offers. 

But what wad ye think } in a fortnight or less, 

(The deil tak his taste to gae near her) 

He's up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess, 

Guess ye how, the jad ! I could bear her, could bear her. 

Guess ye how, the jad ! I could bear her. 

But a' the niest week, as I fretted with care, 
I gaed to the tryst of Dalgarnock, 
And wha but my fine fickle lover was there ! 
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock, 
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock. 

But owre my left shouther I gae him a bhnk. 
Least neebors might say I was saucy ; 
My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink. 
And vow'd I was his dear lassie, dear lassie. 
And vow'd I was his dear lassie. 

I spier'd for my cousin, fu' couthy an' sweet. 
Gin she had recover 'd her hearin. 
And how her new shoon fit her auld shackl't feet. 
But, Heavens ! how he fell a swearin, a swearin. 
But, Heavens ! how he fell a swearin. 

He begged, for gudesake ! I wad be his wife. 

Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow : 

So e'en to preserve the poor body in life, 

I think I maun vs'^ed him to-morrow, to-morrow, 

I think I maun wed him to-morrow. 

These alterations, in general, are certainly far from being 
in the happiest style of Burns. Indeed he appears to have 


been in bad health and spirits when he made them ; for, in 
the letter inclosing the song, he says, " I am at present 
quite occupied with the charming sensations of the tooth- 
ach, so. have not a word to spare." 

Dr Currie hkewise informs us, that the third line of the 
fourth stanza, in the manuscript sent to Mr Thomson, runs 
" He up the Gateslack to my black cousin Bess ;"" but Mr 
T. objected to this word, as well as to the word Dalgarnock 
in the next verse. Burns replied as follows : 

" Gateslack is the name of a particular place ; a kind of 
passage up among the Lauther hills, on the confines of this 
county (Dumfries-shire) . Dalgarnock is also the remains of 
a romantic spot near the Nith, where are still a ruined church 
and a burial ground. However, let the first line run, " He 
up the lang loan^'' &c. 

Dr Currie remarks, that " It is always a pity to throw out 
any thing that gives locality to our poet's verses." 

It only remains to be observed, that this song is adapted 
to the tune called The Queen of the Lothians, the name of 
a curious old ballad, which is produced in the sixth volume 
of the Museum, and inserted after the modern verses by Burns. 



This comic song was corrected by Burns. The greater 
part of the verses, however, are taken from the old satirical 
song formerly sung to that tune of " John Anderson my Jo." 
See the notes on that song. No 260. The words are adapted 
to the old tune of "We're a' nid noddin in our House at hame." 


This is only a fragment of a long ballad frequently heard 
at country firesides, entitled « The Brechin Weaver." It 
possesses some traits of humour, though not of the first or- 
der. The specimen in the Museum is certainly quite enough. 
The tune to which the ballad is chanted, however, is very 



This ancient fragment, with its original air, was copied 
from Thomson's Orpheus Caledonius. London, 1725. The 
editor has often heard the following additional stanza, though 
it is omitted by Thomson. 

She's taen three links o' her gowden locks ; 
That hung down lang and yallow. 
She's tied them about sweet Willy's waist. 
And drawn him out of Yarrow. 

This poetical relique of some ancient and long forgotten 
minstrel, has given rise to two beautiful modern ballads. 
The first of these, entitled, " The Braes of Yarrow," was 
written in imitation of the ancient Scottish manner, and in- 
scribed to Lady Jane Home, by William Hamilton of Ban- 
gour, Esq., prior to the year 1724. It is printed in Ram- 
say ''s Tea-table Miscellany of that date ; and in the following 
year, Thomson published it adapted to the old tune of one 
strain in his Orpheus Caledonius. The first half stanza of 
Bangour"'s ballad, beginning, " Busk ^e, busk ye^ my honny 
honny hride^'' is all that remains of the old song, called " The 
Braes of Yarrow.'''' Bamsay has also preserved the first half 
stanza of the original verses, in the song which he wrote to 
the same tune. See the first volume of the Museum, page 
65. The other ballad, of " The Braes of Yarrow," was writ- 
ten by the late Rev. Mr John Logan, x)ne of the ministers of 
Leith. It begins. 

Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream ! 
When first on them I met my lover, 
Thy braes how dreary. Yarrow stream ! 
When now thy waves his body cover. 

Both these ballads may be seen in the poetical works of 
their respective authors, and in various other collections of 
poetry. It appears, on comparing ]Bangour''s ballad, as in- 
serted in the Tea-table Miscellany, and the Orpheus Caledo- 

Dxxv.— willy's rare and willy's fair. 465 

nius, with a later version in the author's poetical works, that 
he had made some slight corrections on the earlier edition. 

It remains to be observed, that in the year 1777, the words 
of this ancient song received some alterations and additions 
from the pen of an Englishman, which were set to a beautiful 
modern air, composed by Mr James Hook of London. This 
Anglo-Scottish production was sung by Mrs Wrighten at 
Vauxhall with much applause in the summer of 1777, and 
was published among the other Vauxhall songs of that year. 
It has since been frequently reprinted. 


This humorous old ballad was taken from Thomson's 
Orpheus Caledonius, printed with the music in 1 725, under 
the title of " Willie Winkie's Testament."" The enumeration 
of the testator's goods and effects is extremely comic. This 
curious ballad appears to have been unknown to Ramsay, as 
it is omitted in the Tea-Table Miscellany. 


First Set. 

This ballad was copied from Yair's Charmer, vol. ii. print- 
ted at Edinburgh in 1721. a The original air, under the title 
of " Jocky and Jenny," is inserted in the Jlfth volume of 
Oswald's Caledonian Pocket Companion, p. 31. 

This appears to have been a very popular song, both in 
England and Scotland, about the middle of the last century, 
for the verses, although adapted to a different air from that 
in Oswald's Collection, are printed in the " The Muses De- 
light" at Liverpool in 1754, under the title of " Jocky and 
Jenny, a dialogue sung by Mr Lowe and Miss Falkner" 

In the Museum this ballad is adapted to two tunes. The 
first set a Gaelic air. The other is an Irish melody. 



Second Set. 

This is the ballad Jocky and Jenny, above noticed, adapt- 
ed to the Irish tune called Kitt?/ Tyrelk Johnson had 
heard the ballad sung to both tunes, and being unable to de- 
cide which was best, he inserted them both that the singer 
might choose for himself. This ballad has therefore been 
adapted to four different tunes. The original Scottish air is 
in Oswald ; the English air in the " Muses DeUght ;" and the 
Irish and Gaelic tunes the in Museum. 


This charming pastoral dialogue, between Willie and Mary, 
was written by Alexander Boswell of Auchinleck, Esq. M. P. 
It was originally published as a single sheet song, . by Messrs 
Gow & Shepherd, music-sellers in Edinburgh. Mr Na- 
thaniel Gow tells me, it was at his particular request that Mr 
Boswell furnished him with the words. The verses are 
adapted to the beautiful slow strathspey tune called " The 
Maid of Isla," which was communicated to Mr Gow by the 
late Colonel John Campbell of Shawfield and his Lady. 


This sweet song of two stanzas was written by Burns, and 
published in the Edinburgh edition of his Poems in 1787. 
It is adapted to a very beautiful and plaintive air composed 
by Oswald, and published in the first volume of his Ca- 
ledonian Pocket Companion, under the title of " Bonny 


This beautiful song, which is another of the productions 
of the late Mr Richard Gall, was written at the earnest re- 
quest of Mr Thomas Oliver, Printer and Publisher, Edin- 
burgh, an intimate acquaintance of the author's. Mr Oliver 



heard it sung in the Pantomime of Harlequin Highlander, at 
the Circus, and was so struck with the melody, that it dwelt 
upon his mind ; but the only part of the words he recollected 

My love's the sweetest creature. 
That ever trode the dewy green ; 
Her cheeks they are like roses, 
Wi' the op'nhig gowan wet between. — 

And having no way of procuring the verses he had heard, he 
requested Mr Gall to write words to his favoui'ite tune. Our 
young bard promised to do so ; and in a few days presented 
him with this elegant song, in which the title of the tune is 
happily introduced at the close of every stanza. 


This humorous song was written by Burns for the Mu- 
seum. The old air to which his verses are adapted, origi- 
nally consisted of one strain, but Oswald made two variations 
to it, and published them with the old melody in his Cale- 
donian Pocket Companion, book vi. p. iv. under the title of 
*' My wife she dang me." The tune in the Museum is com- 
posed of the original melody, and the first of Oswald's varia- 
tions. I have heard several of the old verses sung, but they 
are of such a nature as to render them quite unfit for inser- 


This fine ballad is another production of my late friend, 
Hector Macneill, Esq. who has frequently been noticed in the 
course of this Avork. It is adapted to a lively air called 
" Johny M'Gill," after the name of its composer, Mr John 
M'Gill, who was a musician in Girvan, Ayrshire. Burns 
likewise wrote some verses to the same tune, which are in- 
serted in the third volume of the Museum. Vide Notes on 
Song No. 207. 



Neither the words nor music of this excellent old ballad, 
entitled " The Fairy Elves," are of Scottish origin, although 
it has long been a favourite in Scotland. The poetry is at- 
tributed to Christopher Marlovv, and the melody to John 
Dowland, both Englishmen. The former was an eminent 
dramatic.poet, and the latter a celebrated musician, in the reign 
of Queen Elizabeth. Marlow fell a victim to jealousy, the 
most torturing passion of the human breast ; he was stabbed 
in a brothel, by a fellow whom he found with his mistress, and, 
notwithstanding the best medical care and attention, died 
soon after, in 1593. 

Mr Gay, author of " The Beggar's Opera," wrote the fol- 
lowing words to the same old tune in another musical opera 
of his, called " Achilles," printed with the music prefixed to 
each song by John Watts of London, in 1733, after the 
author"'s decease. 

Air. — Fairy Elves. 

O guard your hours from care. 

Of Jealousy beware ; 

For she with fancied sprites. 

Herself torments and frights ; 

Thus she frets, and pines, and grieves. 

Raising fears that she believes. 

Bishop Percy pubhshed an edition of the Fairy Elves in 
1765, taken from an old black letter copy, under title of 
" The Fairy Queen."" The ancient set of the air and that in 
the Museum are very similar. 

Bishop Percy, who pubUshed this fine old Scottish bal- 
lad in his Rehques of Ancient English Poetry in 1765, from 
a manuscript transmitted to him from Scotland, observes, that 
it seems to be composed (not without improvements) out of 
two ancient Enghsh ones. The fi^rst of these is entitled " A 


tragical Ballad on the unfortunate Love of Lord Thomas 
and Fair Ellinor ; together with the Downfall of the Browne 
Girl."" The second is " Fair Margaret's Misfortunes, or 
Sweet William's frightful Dreams on his Wedding Night ; 
with the sudden Death and Burial of these noble Lovers." 
The learned Prelate likewise acquaints us, that although the 
latter ballad was picked up on a stall, he considers it to be the 
old song quoted in Fletcher's comedy of " The Knight of the 
Burning Pestle." This old play, as appears from the dedi- 
cation prefixed to the first edition in 4to., printed at London, 
1613, was written in 1611, and was not well received when 
acted on the stage. The reader will find some further obser- 
vations on the ballad of " Sweet William and Fair Margaret," 
in the notes on the following song, No 536. 

Upon comparing these ballads with each other, viz. Lord 
Thomas and Fair Ellinor — Fair Margaret and Sweet Wil- 
liam — Lord Thomas and Fair Annet — the present Editor, 
notwithstanding the conjecture of the learned Prelate, is of 
opinion, both from the difference in the structure of the stan- 
zas, the language and the incidents of the several pieces, that 
they were composed by different hands,- although it may be 
difficult now to decide which of the three was first written. 
It is very possible, that the ballads themselves are, compara- 
tively speaking, only modernized abridgments of ancient me- 
trical romances, familiar among all the nations of Europe ma- 
ny ages ago. These romances, in their turn, likewise appear 
to have been derived from Asiatic sources, and were gradu- 
ally introduced into the western world, by successive min- 
strels, for the amusement of the great. As a full investiga- 
tion of these facts, however, would lead us into a field by far 
too wide for the nature of this work, we are constrained to 
return to the ballad now under consideration. 

In the year 1806, Mr Robert Jamieson published a Col- 
lection of Popular Ballads and Songs from tradition. Manu- 
scripts, and scarce Editions, among which is a ballad entitled 
" Sweet Willie and Fair Annie," which he took down from 


the recitation of Mrs W. Arnot of Aberbrothick, who, it is 
said, learned it when a child from an elderly maid-servant. 
The leading incidents of Mr Jamieson's ballad are very simi- 
lar to those of the earlier edition of " Lord Thomas and Fair 
Annet ;" but the name of the hero is changed from Lord 
Thomas to Sweet Willie, who is represented as " the heir oj 
Duplin town," the residence of the Earl of Kinnoul in Perth- 
shire. Several of the stanzas in Mr Jamieson's ballad are 
likewise admitted to have been altered and supplied by him- 
self. But neither these alterations, nor interpolations, nor the 
changing of the scene from the borders to Perthshire, appear 
to have improved the original ballad. It only remains to be 
observed, that, in the Scots Museum, the ballad of " Lord 
Thomas and Fair Annet" is adapted to the tune called " The 
Old Bard," preserved in Oswald's Caledonian Pocket Com- 
panion, book xii. 


This excellent ballad, beginning " 'Twas at the silent so- 
lemn hour," was written, in 1723, by David Mallet, Esq. a 
native ofEdinburgh, editor of Lord Bolingbroke's Works, and 
author of several popular poems and dramatic works. It ap- 
peared in several of the newspapers a short time after it was 
written, as well as in various periodical publications. Ram- 
say printed it in his Tea-Table Miscellany, with the signa- 
ture D. M. the initials of the author, in 1724 ; and William 
Thomson, who erroneously conceived it to be very old, copied 
it into his Orpheus Caledonius, where it is adapted to the 
well-known tune of Chevy Chace. Mallet afterwards re- 
touched and improved the ballad. The reader will easily 
discover the improvements which the author made on this fine 
poem, upon comparing the copy in the Museum with that 
in Ramsay's Tea-Table Miscellany, or any of the early edi- 

Mallet, in a note prefixed to the ballad printed in the edi- 
tion of his Poems, 3 vols 8vo. London, 1759, infonns us, that 


" in a comedy of Fletcher, called The Knight of the Burn- 
ing Pestle, old Merrythought enters repeating the follow- 
ing verses : 

" When it was grown to dark midnight. 
And all were fast asleep. 
In came Margaret's grimly ghost. 
And stood at William's feet. 

" This (he continues) was probably the beginning of some 
ballad commonly known at the time when that author wrote 
(1611) ; and it is all of it, I believe, that is any where to be 
met with. These lines, naked of ornament, and simple as they 
are, struck my fancy ; and, bringing fresh into my mind an 
unhappy adventure much talked of formerly, gave birth to 
the following poem, which was written many years ago." 

The unhappy adventure, here alluded to, was a circum- 
stance that occurred in real life. A young lady, whose hand 
had been scornfully rejected by her infamous seducer, when 
in a weak state of health, fell, in consequence, into a fever ; 
" and, in a few days after, (says Mallet,) I saw her and her 
child laid together in one grave." See the Plain Dealer, No 
36 and 46 — a periodical paper, published by Mr Aaron Hill 
in 1724, and afterwards reprinted in 2 vols 8vo. 

Thus far concerning the origin of Mallet's fine poem, which 
Bishop Percy pronounces to be " one of the most beautiful 
ballads in our own or any language." Mr Ritson likewise 
observes, that " we have many songs equal no doubt to the 
best of those written by Hamilton of Bangour, or Mr Thom- 
son ; though it may be questioned whether any English writ- 
er has produced so fine a ballad as William and Margaret, or 
such a beautiful pastoral as Tweedside." Historical Essay 
on Scottish Song, p. 78. 

Mr Mallet was mistaken in supposing the old ballad, quot- 
ed by Fletcher in 1611, to be lost. It is preserved in the 
Collections of Bishop Percy and Mr Herd. A more faith- 
ful copy, however, will be found in Ritson's Ancient English 



Ballads ; for the worthy Prelate has used some freedom with 
a few of the verses. 

In the Museum, the ballad of William and Margaret, by 
Mr Mallet, is adapted to a beautiful slow melody, which 
was composed by the late Mr Stephen Clarke of Edinburgh, 

This humorous song, in the broad Buchan dialect, begin- 
ning " I am a young bachelor, winsome," was written by 
Alexander Ross, author of the songs called " A Rock and a 
wee pickle Tow,*" " The Bridal o't," &c. See the Notes on 
Songs No 269 and 439 of the Museum. In that author's 
works, printed at Aberdeen in 1768, the song of " What 
ails the Lasses at me," and " Jean Gradan's answer," 
are directed to be sung to the tune of " An the Kirk 
wad let me be ;" but as this air was inserted in the first 
volume of the Museum, (vide Song No 58,) entitled " Fye 
let us a' to the Wedding," Mr Johnson made choice of 
another lively Scots air, which answers the words extremely 


This pathetic sonnet is another production of Mr Richard 
Gall- The beautiful air to which the words are adapted, is 
supposed to be of Gaelic origin. 


This humorous and eccentric song, beginning " There 
was a wife wonn'd in Cockpen," was written by Burns for 
the Museum. There is another, and a very old song, to the 
same air, but it is quite inadmissible. 

Cockpen is the name of a parish in the county of Edin- 
burgh, of which the Earl of Dalhousie is patron- 



This fine pastoral dialogue was written by Hector Mac- 
neil], Esq. author of several songs in the Museum. Mr 
Macneill informed the present Editor, that he picked up the 
air, to which his verses are united in the Museum, during a 
trip to Argyleshire, and being very fond of the tune, he 
wrote the words for it con amore. 

The late Mr Graham of Gartmore wrote a song, which has 
a similar burden with that of Mr Macneill's. It was print- 
ed in Mr Scott's Minstrelsy of the Border, under an idea 
that it was as old as the reign of Charles I. The chorus 

Then tell me how to woo thee, love ! 
O tell me how to woo thee ! 
For thy dear sake nae care I'll take, 
Tho' ne'er another trow me. 

But the two songs, in other respects, have no similarity, 
and the respective measures of the stanzas require them to be 
adapted to very diiFerent tunes. 

This song was written by the late Mr R. Gall. His 
verses are adapted to the beautiful old air of " My Dearie, 
an thou die." 

The second song, to the same tune, beginning " What 
ails this heart of mine," is the production of the late Miss 
Blamire of Carlisle. Both of these songs are excellent. 



This humorous drinking song, with the exception of the 

chorus, which is old, was written by Burns. It is adapted 

to the tune, called " The Bottom of the Punch-bowl," which 

appears in Oswald's First Collection, and in many others. 



The tune and title of this song are ancient, but the rest is 
by Burns. In Oswald's Caledonian Pocket Companion, 
book fifth, page 11th, the air, with variations, is inserted 
under the title of " Robin shear'd in Her'st," but the old 
words of the song are probably now lost. 

The tune, in some modern collections, is called " Bobbing 
John,'' but erroneously, for that is the name of a very old 
English air, printed in Playford's ' Dancing Master,' in the 
time of f , or six quavers in the bar, so far back as 1657, and in 
all the subsequent editions of that work. It is quite different 
from the Scottish au\ Mr Robert Jamieson of Edinburgh, 
however, in his Popular Ballads and Songs, printed in 1806, 
has written a very humorous song to the tune, under its mo- 
dern title. It follows : 


Hey, for Bobbing John, 
Kittle up the chanter ! 
Bang up a strathspey 
To fling wi' John the ranter. 
Johnnie's stout an' bald. 
Ne'er could thole a banter, 
Bien in byre an' fald. 
An', lassies, he's a wanter. 

Back as braid's a door ; 
Bow-hough'd, like a felly ; 
Thick about the brands. 
And o'er the breast an' belly. 
Hey, for Bobbing John ! 
Kittle up the chanter ! 
Queans are a' gane gyte 
To fling wi' John the Ranter. 

Bonny's his black ee, 
Blinkin', blythe, an' vogie, 
Wi' lassie on his knee. 
In his nieve a cogie ; 
Syne the lad will kiss. 
Sweetly kiss and cuddle ; 
Cald wad be the heart 
That cou'd wi' Johnnie widdle. 


Sonse fa' Bobbing John ; 
Want and wae gae by him ; 
There's in town or land 
Nae chiel doesna envy him. 
Flingin to the pipe. 
Bobbin to the fiddle, 
Knief was illta lass 
That could wi' Johnnie meddle. 


This comic ballad, beginning " Wha wadna be in love 
wi' bonny Maggie Lawder.''" was written by Francis Semple 
of Beltrees, Esq. in the county of Renfrew, about the year 
1642. This fact is stated on the joint authorities of two of 
his descendants, viz. the late Mr Semple of Beltrees, who 
died in 1789, and his relation, the late Mr Semple of Edin- 

In the fifth number of the *' Paisley Repository," the 
editor of that work has communicated the following addi- 
tional information respecting the author of this favourite song: 

" Anecdote of Francis Semple of Beltrees, author of 
The Banishment of Poverty/ — some Epitaphs in Penny- 
cooke's Collection of Poetical Pieces, and the songs of ' She 
rose and loot me in,' and ' Maggie Laivder.' " 

" When Cromwell's forces were garrisoned in Glasgow, 
the city was put under severe martial law, which, among 
other enactments, ordained < That every person or persons 
coming into the city must send a particular account of them- 
selves, and whatever they may bring with them, unto the 
commander of the forces in that place, under the penalty of 
imprisonment and confiscation, both of the offender's goods 
and whatever chattels are in the house or houses wherein the 
offender or offenders may be lodged.' &c. 

" Francis Semple and his lady set out on a journey to 
Glasgow, accompanied by a man-servant, some time in 1651, 
or a Uttle after that, to visit his aunt, an old maiden lady, his 
father's sister, who had a jointure of him, which he paid by 
half-yearly instalments. 


" When he came to his aunt's house, which was on the 
High-street, at the hell of the brae, now known by the name 
of ' The Duke of Montrose's Lodging, or Barrell's Ha',' his 
aunt told him, that she must send an account of his arrival 
to the captain of Cromwell's forces, otherwise the soldiers 
would come and poind her moveables. Francis replied, 

* Never you mind that ; let them come, and I'll speak to 
them.' * Na, na,' quoth his aunt, ' I maun send an account 
o' your coming here.' — ' Gie me a bit of paper,' says Francis, 

* and I'll write it mysel.' Then taking the pen, he wrote as 
follows : 

Glasgow, — — 
Lo doon near by the City temple. 
There is ane lodg'd wi' auntie Semple, 
Francis Semple of Beltrees, 
His consort also^ if you please ; 
There's twa o's horse, and ane o's men. 
That's quarter'd down wi' Allan Glen. 
Thir lines I send to you, for fear 
0' poindin of auld auntie's gear, 
Whilk never ane before durst stear. 
It stinks for staleness I dare swear. 

(Signed) Francis Semple. 

Directed * To the commander of the guard in Glasgow.' " 
When the captain received the letter, he could not un- 
derstand it, on account of its being written in the Scottish 
dialect. He considered it as an insult put upon him, and, Hke 
a man beside himself with rage, he exclaimed, ' If ! had the 
scoundrel who has had the audacity to send me such an in- 
sulting, infamous, and impudent libel, I would make the vil- 
lanous rascal suffer for his temerity.' He then ordered a 
party of his men to go and apprehend a Francis Semple, who 
was lodged with a woman of the name of Semple, near the 
High Church, and carry him to the provost. Mr Semple 
was accordingly brought before the provost, and his accuser 
appeared with the insulting, infamous, and impudent 
hbel against him. It was read; but it was impossible 
for the provost to retain his gravity during the perusal ; nay, 


the captain himself, after hearing an English translation of 
the epistle, could not resist joining in the laugh. From that 
moment he and Beltrees became intimate friends, and he 
often declared, that he considered Semple to be one of the 
cleverest gentlemen in Scotland. On no account Avould the 
captain part with Beltrees during his residence in Glasgow. 
The time, therefore, that Francis intended to have passed 
with the old lady his aunt, was humorously spent with the 
captain and the other officers of Cromwell's forces, who kept 
him in Glasgow two weeks longer than he otherwise would 
have staid. 

It seems probable, that these officers of Cromwell had in- 
troduced two of Semple's songs into England before the pe- 
riod of the Restoration ; for they were botli printed, and well 
known in England, in the reign of Charles II. the words and 
music being engraven by Thomas Cross, Henry Playford 
afterwards introduced the song of " She rose and let me in," 
in his " Wit and Mirth," vol. i. printed at London in 1698. 
Gay introduced the air of Maggie Lauder in his musical 
o^eraoi Achilles, printed in 1733. The same air had pre- 
viously been used for a song, called Sally's New Answer, set to 
the tune ofMogey Lauther, a sort of parody on Carey's Sally 
in our Alley, as well as for a song in the Quaker's Opera, 
written by Thomas Walker, and acted at Lee and Harper's 
Booth in Bartholomew Fair, anno 1728. 

The following continuation of the ballad, by a modern 
hand, appeared in the Pocket Encyclopaedia of Songs, printed 
at Glasgow, 2 vols 12mo, 1816. It possesses considerable 

The cantie spring scarce rear'd her head. 

And winter yet did blaud her. 

When the Ranter earn to Anster fair. 

And spier'd for Maggy Lauder ; 

A snug wee house in the East Green, 

Its shelter kindly lent her ; 

Wi' cantie ingle, clean hearth-stane, 

Meg wekom'd Rob the Ranter! 


Then Rob made bonnie Meg his bride. 

And to the kirk he ranted ; 

He play'd the auld " East nook o' Fife," 

And merry Maggie vaunted. 

That Hab himsel' ne'er play'd a spring. 

Nor blew sae weel his chanter, 

For he made Anster town to ring ; 

And wha's like Rob the Ranter ! 

For a' the talk and loud reports 

That ever gaed against her, 

Meg proves a true and faithfu' wife. 

As ever was in Anster ; 

And since the marriage knot was tied, 

Rob says he coudna want her ; 

For he loes Maggy as his life. 

And Meg loes Rob the Ranter. 

Anstruther, easter and wester, is the name of two adjacent 
royal burghs in the county of Fife. The scene of the ballad, 
however, is laid in easter Anstruther, where a fair is held on 
the first Tuesday after the 11th of April, another on the 5th 
day of July, and a third on the 12th day of November an- 
nually. This burgh has lately acquired an additional cele- 
brity, from the excellent poem of Anster Fair, by Mr Wil- 
liam Tennant, (late schoolmaster of Lasswade, now Professor 
in the Institution at Dollar.) 

The learned editor of the Reliques of Ancient Enghsh 
Poetry (Bishop Percy) says, it is a received tradition in Scot- 
land, that, at the time of the Reformation, Maggie Lawder 
was one of those ridiculous songs composed to be sung by the 
rabble to the tune of a favourite hymn in the Latin service, 
and that the original music of all these burlesque sonnets was 
very fine. The absurdity of this notion has already been 
detected in a former part of this work. — Vide Notes cm Song 
No 260 of the Museum. 

The service-book used in the cathedral of Dunkeld was, 
till lately, supposed to be the only work of this kind that had 
escaped the flames at the period of the Reformation in Scot- 
land ; but this conjecture was incorrect. The service-book 
used in the abbey of Scone has Ukewise been discovered, and 


is now deposited in the library of the Faculty of Advocates, 
Edinburgh. It is a very large folio volume, and very neatly 
written. From a Latin docquet inserted in the work,* it ap- 
pears to have been compiled by Mr Robert Carver, a canon 
of Scone, in the twenty-second year of his age, and in the 
sixth year after his initiation into holy orders. The Editor 
has carefully examined this book from beginning to end, and 
can safely aver, that there is not one air that has the smallest 
resemblance to Maggy Lauder, or to any other secular Scots 
tune in the whole compass of the work. The chaunts, hymns, 
and antiphones, are all, as usual, in the Latin tongue. 


This song was written in 1797, by Andrew Sheriffs, A. M. 
author of the Scottish pastoral comedy of " Jamie and Bess," 
printed at Edinburgh in 1790, and other poems. The Edi- 
tor was present when Mr Sheriffs sung this song on the Edin- 
burgh stage, at his own benefit ; on which occasion the au- 
thor's pastoral comedy above-mentioned was performed by 
some of his friends who were natives of Edinburgh. Mr 
Sheriffs received a classical education at Aberdeen, and was 
for a considerable time one of the editors of " The Aberdeen 
Chronicle." In 1798 he went to reside in London ; but the 
writer of this article has heard nothing of him since that pe- 
riod. Mr Sheriffs had the misfortune to be lame from his 

The melody was composed by the late Mr Robert Macin- 
tosh, musician in Edinburgh. Mr Macintosh afterwards went 
to London, where he continued till his death, in February 
1807. He published three Collections of Scottish Reels and 
Strathspeys, and composed many of the best of them himself 
He was an excellent violin player. 

* " Composnit Dominus Rolcrtus Carver Canonicus de Scona, Anno Domini 
1513, ct atatis sua: Anno 22, nee non ingressus sua rcUgwnis anno 6to, ad honorcm 
Dei et Sancii Michixlis." 



This song, beginning " t)oes haughty Gaul invasion 
threat?" was written by Burns in 1795, and transmitted to 
Johnson for insertion in his Museum. The charming tune, 
to which the words are adapted, was composed by Mr Ste- 
phen Clarke, organist. 

It was originally published as a single sheet song, a con- 
siderable number of which were transmitted to Mr Burns, to 
be distributed among the Dumfries Volunteers, of which corps 
he was a member. Burns, on receipt of the pacquet, wrote a 
letter to Johnson, which is printed in his Reliques, wherein 
he says, " Thank you for the copies of my Volunteer ballad. 
Our friend Clarke has indeed done well ! 'tis chaste and beau- 
tiful. I have not met with any thing that has pleased me so 
much. You know I am no connoisseur ; but that I am an 
amateur, will be allowed me." 

This sweet little pastoral made its appearance about the 
ye£u: 1796, as a single sheet song, written by a gentleman. 
His name, however, the Editor has not yet learnt. The 
melody is very pretty, and appears to belong to the ancient 
class of Scottish airs of one simple strain, such as the " Braw 
braw Lads of Gala Water," to which indeed it bears a strong- 

This song appears to be a parody of another written by 
Mrs Grant of Laggan, beginning " O where, tell me where, 
is your Highland laddie gone ?" on the Marquis of Huntly's 
departure for Holland with the British forces under the com- 
mand of the gallant Sir Ralph Abercrombie, in 1799. The 
words are adapted to a modern Scottish air. 



This fragment of a very fine pastoral ballad, beginning 
"Chanticleer wi' noisy whistle," was communicated by Mr 
Gall. The Editor recollects having seen the whole of the 
ballad in that gentleman's hands, and perhaps the manuscript 
may yet be recovered. It well deserves to be printed. The 
author is anonymous. 

The words are adiapted to a fine melody, which was com- 
posed by the late Mr Stephen Clarke. 


This humorous ballad was copied from Herd's Collection, 
printed in 1776, where it is inserted under the title of '< My 
Heart's my ain." It does not appear in the Tea-Table Mis- 
cellany, and may therefore have been composed subsequently 
to the year 1724. The author is unknown. 

The words are adapted to the tune of " We'll kick the 
world before us,*" from Oswald's Caledonian Pocket Compa- 
nion, vol. xi. 

This song was the earliest that Burns ever wrote ; or, as 
the bard terms it, the " first time he committed the sin of 
rhyme." It was written in the autumn of 1773. In a letter 
to Dr Moore, dated 2d August 1787, Burns says, " You 
know our country custom of coupling a man and a woman 
together in the labours of harvest. In my fifteenth autumn 
my partner was a bewitching creature, a year younger than 
myself. My scarcity of English denies me the power of 
doing her justice in that language ; but you know the Scot- 
tish idiom — she was a bonnie, sweet, sonsie lass. In short, 
she altogether, unwittingly to herself, initiated me in that 
delicious passion, which, in spite of acid disappointment, gin- 
horse prudence, and book-worm philosophy, I hold to be the 
first of human joys, our dearest blessing here below ! How 

482 DLL— O, ONCE I IOv'd A BONI((lE LASS. 

she caught the contagion, I cannot tell : you medical people 
talk much of infection from breathing the same air, the touch, 
&c. ; but I never expressly said I loved her. Indeed, I did 
not know myself why I liked so much to loiter behind with 
her, when returning in the evening from our labours ; why 
the tones of her voice made my heart-strings thrill like an 
Eolian harp ; and particularly, why my pulse beat such a fu- 
rious rattan, when I looked and fingered over her httle hand, 
to pick out the cruel nettle stings and thistles. Among her 
love-inspiring qualities, she sung sweetly ; and it was her fa- 
vourite reel (7 am a Man unmarried) to which I attempted 
giving an embodied vehicle in rhyme. I was not so presump- 
tuous, as to imagine that I could make verses like printed 
ones, composed by men who had Greek and Latin ; but my 
girl sung a song, which was said to be composed by a small 
country laird's son, on one of his father"'s maids, with whom 
he was in love ! and I saw no reason why I might not rhyme 
as well as he ; for, excepting that he could smear sheep and 
cast peats, his father living in the moor-lands, he had no more 
scholarcraft than myself. Thus with me began love and 
poetry, which at times have been my only, and, till within 
the last twelve months, my highest enjoyment." 

This song was originally intended to have been sung to 
the old reel tune, called / am a Man unmarried, with the 
foolish chorus of Tal lal de ral, 6fC. repeated at the end of 
each verse. Burns afterwards gave up this idea, and had it 
set to the beautiful slow melody in the Museum, which he 
picked up and transmitted to the publisher of that work : 
it is said to be very ancient. 

This song was written by Ramsay, as a substitute for the 
indelicate old Scots song, called " Jumping John." Ramsay 
published it in his Tea-Table Miscellany, under the title of 
" Her Daddy forbad, her Minny forbad," in 1724. But as this 
tune, with new words by Burns, had been inserted in the second 


volume of the Museum (vide Song No. 138), Johnson made 
choice of another air for Ramsay's words, taken from Oswald's 
Caledonian Pocket Companion, book'viii. entitled Hark, the 
Cock crow'd. Neither Oswald nor Johnson, however, seem 
to have been aware that this was an English tune, composed 
by Mr Jeremiah Clarke of London, organist, and published 
by Henry Playford, with the original words, in the first 
volume of his Wit and Mirths in 1698. The English 
song begins. 

Hark ! the cock crow'd, 'tis day all abroad. 
And looks like a jolly fair morning ; 
Up Roger and James, and drive out the teams ; 
Up quickly and carry the corn in. 

The old Scottish tune of Jumping John^ was an early 
favourite in England. In " Playford's Dancing Master," 
1657, it is printed with the name of *' Joan's Placket" the 
title of a parody upon, and equally indelicate as the old 
northern words. In the year 1686, Lord Wharton wrote a 
satirical song to the same tune, beginning " Ho ! broder 
Teague, dost hear de decree," which contributed in no small 
degree towards the great Revolution in 1688. In this song, 
his Lordship introduced, as the burden or chorus, the words 
of distinction which had been used by the Irish papists in 
their horrid massacre of the protestants in 1641, viz. Lilli- 
hurlero and Bullen-a-lah. It was written on occasion of 
James II. having nominated General Talbot, newly created 
Earl of Tyrconnel, to the lieutenancy of Ireland. Talbot 
was a furious papist, and had recommended himself to his 
bigotted master by his arbitrary treatment of the protestants 
in the preceding year, when only lieutenant-general, and 
whose subsequent conduct fully justified his expectations and 
their fears. The violences of his administration may be seen 
in any of the histories of these times. Bishop Burnet, allud- 
ing to the ballad which had been written by Wharton, says, 
that it " made an impression on the (king's) army that can- 
not be imagined by those that saw it not. The whole army, 


and at last the people both in the city and country, were 
singing it perpetually. And perhaps never had so slight a 
thing so great an effect." Ritson, in alluding to the same 
ballad observes, " what an astonishing effect these vulgar 
and despicable rhapsodies had upon the temper of the times ; 
we may, in some measure, conjecture from the brags of that 
unprincipled character, Lord (afterwards Marquis of) Whar- 
ton, who was wont to boast, that by the most foohsh of them 
all (Lilliburlero) he had rhymed the king out of his domi- 
nions. Historical Essay on National Song, p. 62. See also 
Notes on Song No. 138 of the Museum. This old Scots tune 
of Jumping Joan, having acquired the new title of Lilliburlero 
from Wharton's ballad, has erroneously been, by many, sup- 
posed to be an Irish air. 

This ancient song, beginning Return hameward my 
heart again, was recovered by Ramsay, and printed in his 
Tea-Table Miscellany in 1724, with the letter Z, to denote its 
antiquity. The tune to which the verses are adapted is like- 
wise known by the name of The Spinning Wheel, but it is 
essentially different from the air called « The Spinning 
Wheel," in Oswald's Caledonian Pocket Companion, book ix. 
The author and composer are unknown. 


This song: was written for the Museum by Burns, in 1788. 
The words are adapted to a well-known strathspey, or reel 
tune, composed by the late Mr James Gregg, an eminent 
teacher of dancing in Ayrshire. Gregg composed the strath- 
spey, called " Gregg's Pipes,'' and many other excellent 
dancing tunes. He had a taste for painting, mechanics, and 
natural history ; made and improved telescopes ; he was also 
skilled in the mathematics, and was frequently employed as a 
land-surveyor. He taught dancing, until, by old age, he 
could scarcely se^ his pupils, or hear the tones of his own 


i)LIV MY lady's G0W5» THBRE's ttAIRS UPON'T. 485 

violin. He died, regretted by all who knew him, in Novem- 
ber 1817, at a very advanced age. 

Johnson long hesitated to admit this song into his Museum ; 
but, being blamed for such fastidiousness, he at length gave 
it a place in that work. 



This little song, beginning " The nymphs and shepherds 

are met on the green," was communicated to Johnson by an 

anonymous hand. It is adapted to an old strathspey tune, 

which is very pretty. 

Hector Macneill, Esq., informed the Editor that he 
wrote the whole of this song except the last verse, which the 
late Mr John Hamilton, music-seller in Edinburgh, took the 
hberty to add to it, and to publish as a sheet song. " It was 
on this account, (Mr Macneill added,) that I did not include 
this song in collecting my poetical works for the uniform 
edition in two volumes, which has been given to the public." 
For a similar reason he omitted another song, likewise writ- 
ten by him, beginning My love's in Germany, send him 
hame, send him hame. 

The song of Dinna thiiik Bonnie Lassie, is adapted to a 
dancing tune, called Cluniis Reel, taken from Gumming 
of Granton's Reels and Strathspeys. 

This old song received some additions and corrections 
from the pen of Mr John Anderson, engraver of music in 
Edinburgh, who served his apprenticeship with Johnson, 
the publisher. The air, under the title of Fairlie Shot of 
Her, appears in Mrs Crockat's Manuscript Music-book, so 
that the tune is very old. It is also preserved in Oswald's 
Caledonian Pocket Companion, and various other collections. 
This tune was selected by Mr O'Keefe for one of his songs 


for " Shelty" in the Highland Reel, beginning, " Boys, 
when I play, cry O Crimini," acted at Covent Garden in 

This humorous nursery song was written, about the be- 
ginning of the last century, by the celebrated Dean Swift. 
The words are adapted to the old Scottish air, called 
Whip Her below the Couring, which is inserted in the 
Crockat Manuscript, and was printed in The Dancing 
Master, by Playford, under the name of Yellow Stock- 
ings, in 1657. This tune has been a great favourite, time 
out of mind, in both kingdoms. The old Scots song is in- 
admissible, for an obvious reason; but there are several 
humorous English ones to the same tune, such as " Madam 
Fig's Gala," &c.j of considerable merit. 


This petit morceau, words and music, was communicated 
by Burns. The tune is very simple and sweet, yet the cri- 
tical reader will easily discover that Burns, in this instance, 
has parodied the first verse of the old song of There's my 
Thumb ril ne'er beguile Thee. It begins — 

My sweetest May,* let love incline thee, 
T' accept a heart which he designs thee ; 
And as your constant slave regard it. 
Syne for its faithfulness reward it. 
'Tis proof a-shot to birth or money. 
But yields to what is sweet and bonny. 



This ballad is universally attributed to John Campbell, the 

renowned Duke of Argyle and Greenwich, whose uncorrupt- 

ed patriotism and military talents, justly entitled him to be 

ranked among the greatest benefactors of his country. He 

* May, i. c. Maid, 


died on the 4tli of October 1 743, in the sixty-third year of his 

Old David Herd published a copy of this ballad in his 
Ancient and Modern Scottish Songs in 1776, under the title 
of Bannocks o' Barley Meal, with two additional stanzas ; 
but these were rejected in the Museum, on account of their 
being both spurious and indehcate. The tune is of Gaelic 

Alexander Boswell of Auchinleck, Esq., M.P., altered and 
abridged this old ballad for Mr Thomson's Collection, vol. 
iii., pubUshed in 1801. 


This song was written by Allan Ramsay, and published 
in his Tea-Table Miscellany, A.D. 1726. He directs it to 
be sung to the tune of We'll a' to Kelso go. In the Museum, 
the words have accordingly been adapted to this lively old 
air, which is also preserved in Oswald's Caledonian Pocket 
Companion, book vi. p. 11. The old song of We''ll cC to 
Kelso go^ is supposed to be lost. 

This song was written by Mr John Anderson, engraver of 
music in Edinburgh. It is adapted to a very ancient and 
beautiful air, entitled gin my Love were but a Rose, from 
the first line of an old but rather indelicate song, still well 
known. Two verses of the old song were retouched by a 
modern hand, and printed in Herd's Collection, in 1776. — 
The reader will find them in the sixth volume of the Mu- 
seum (vide Song 594) ; but they are there adapted to a dif- 
ferent tune, taken from Gow's Collection, called Lord Bal- 
gonie's Delight. 


Mr Anderson, author of the last .song, informed the Edi- 


tor, that the words and music of this were taken down from 
the singing of Mr Charles Johnson, father of Mr James 
Johnson, the publisher of the Museum. The song was ac- 
quired by old Johnson in his infancy, and he was then in- 
formed that it was very ancient. From the simplicity of the 
air, which consists of one strain, and the structure of the 
words, there can be no doubt of the correctness of the old 
man's information. 

This humorous ballad, beginning " There was a noble 
lady so fair," has been a favourite among the peasantry of 
Scotland time out of mind. But the strain of double mean- 
ing, which runs through many of the verses, must ever prove 
a bar to its reception in the more polished circles of modern 


This beautiful song was written by William Hamilton of 
Bangour, Esq. The composer of the charming melody, to 
which the verses are united, has hitherto escaped the research- 
es of the Editor. 


This humorous old song was retouched by Burns in 1788, 
and sent to the publisher of the Museum, with directions to 
unite it to the old air called Jackey Hume''& Lament. This 
was accordingly done. 

Mr Burns, about five years thereafter, made several al- 
terations on the first copy of his song, which he transmitted 
to Mr George Thomson, with the following introduction : 
" Do you know a fine air called Jackie Hume's Lament ? 
I have a song of considerable merit to that air. FlI enclose 
you both the song and tune, as I had them ready to send to 
Johnson's Museum-" 


It had escaped the bard's recollection, that the original 
draught of the song, as well as the air, had been sent to the 
publisher of the Museum long before this period, and that 
he had altered his intention of having the second edition of 
the song set to the air of Jackie Hume's Lament ; for, in Dr 
Currie's edition of Burns' Works, we find that it is directed to 
be sung to the air of O honnie Lass will ye lie in a Barrack. 
The song, with Burns' last alterations, is annexed for the 
reader's perusal. 


Air—" O, bonnie Lass will ye lie in a Barrack." 

KEN ye what Meg o' the mill has gotten. 
An' ken ye what Meg o' t^ie mill has gotten ? 
She has gotten a coof wi' a claut o' siller. 
And broken the heart o' the barley miller. 

The miller was strappin, the miller was ruddy, 
A heart like a lord, and a hue like a lady ; 
The laird was a widdiefu' bleerit knurl ; 
She's left the guid fallow and ta'en the churl. ^ 

The miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving ; 
The laird did address her wi' matter mair moving, 
A fine pacing horse, wi' a clear-chained bridle, 
A whip by her side, and a bonnie side-saddle. 

O wae on the siller, it is sae prevailing ! 
And wae on the love that is fixed on a maileu ! 
A tocher's nae vv^ord in a true lover's parle. 
But, gie me my love, and a fig for the vparl' ! 

This fine song is another of the productions of the late 
Mr Richard Gall. The original manuscript is in the hands 
of the Editor. The words are adapted to the fine old air, 
called " The Humours o' Glen." 


This song was also written by Mr Gall. The original 
manuscript of it is likewise in the possession of the Editor. 
The words are adapted to a very pretty modern air, which 
was communicated by Mr Gall himself 


This song was written by the Honourable Andrew Erskine^ 
brother of Thomas late Earl of Kellie, an eminent violin 
performer and musical amateur. Burns admired this song 
very much. In a letter addressed to Mr George Thomson, 
dated 7th June, 1793, he says, " Mr Erskine's songs are 
all pretty, but his Lone Vale is divine." 

The verses are adapted to a favourite GaeUc melody. 


This charming song was written by Burns for the Museum. 
It is adapted to the ancient air csiWedi Bonnie Lassie tak a Man, 
which is also preserved in Oswald's Caledonian Pocket Com- 
panion. The old song is supposed to be now lost. 


This is one of Thomas Durfey's Anglo-Scottish produc- 
tions, with some alterations by Allan Ramsay. Durfey's 
verses wei-e printed with the music in Playford's Wit and 
Mirth, vol. iii. first edition, London, 1702. Some of them 
are very indelicate, and even the copy re-touched by Ram- 
say, and printed in the Tea-Table Miscellany, in 1724, is not 
altogether free from objections on the same scoi-e. Ramsay 
directs the song to be sung to the tune of " The Glancing of 
her Apron ;'' but this tune being already inserted in a former 
volume of the Museum, Johnson got the words adapted to a 
modern Scots air. Mr James Hook of London, about thirty 
years ago, composed a beautiful melody to the modernized verses, 


This Jacobite ballad was written about the time of the 
rebellion in 1715. Its old title was " The Chevalier's Mus- 
ter-RoU, 1715." The author, of course, is anonymous. 

The Dunywastles (Dhuine Uasal, Gaelic) were the Hi'^h- 


land lairds or gentlemen. The Earls of Wigton, Niths- 
dale, Carnwath, and Derwentwater ; the Viscount Kenmure, 
and Thomas Foster, Esq. M.P. for Northumberland, and 
commander-in-chief of the Chevalier's English forces; the 
Earl of Widdrington and Lord Nairn are the personages al- 
luded to in the third stanza of the ballad. The names in the 
other verses are either those of particular clans, or such as 
are applicable to all. 

The old tune, to which the words are adapted, was former- 
ly called " Fiddle Strings are dear. Laddie,*" from the first 
line of an ancient, though now almost forgotten song. It 

Fiddle strings are dear, laddie. 
Fiddle strings are dear, laddie. 
An' ye break your fiddle strings, 
Ye'se get nae mair the year, laddie. 

The same tune, in Gow's and other recent collections, is 

called Tail Toddle, but from what cause the Editor has been 

unable to discover. The old tune, called " Cuttyman and 

Treeladle," which is mentioned by Ramsay in the canto which 

he added to the ancient poem of " Christ's Kirk on the 

Green," has a considerable resemblance to " Fiddle Strings 

are dear. Laddie." Both airs seem to have been composed 

about one period, if not by the same minstrel. 

This humorous but friendly advice to the ladies of 
Mauchline, a town in Ayrshire, on the dangers arising from 
an indiscriminate use of novels, was written by Burns in 1785. 
The Roh Mossgiell in the ballad was our bard himself, who 
has substituted the name of his farm in place of his own sur- 
name. The words are adapted to a favourite Scots measure, 
or dancing tune. 


This song was written by Bums for the Museum. It is 


adapted to the favourite old tune, called The Cordivamer' s 
March, which, in former times, was usually played before 
that ancient and useful fraternity, at their annual procession 
on St Crispin's day. The tune, is also preserved in Aird's 
first volume of Select Airs, and other collections, 


This ballad, entitled " Duncan, a fragment," was written 
by Henry Mackenzie, Esq. author of The Man of 
Feeling, and many other well-known and justly esteemed 
works. It was a juvenile composition ; but when the late 
Dr Blacklock first heard the author's father read the manu- 
script of this poem and that of " Kenneth," as his son's com- 
positions, he predicted that the young poet would, in his more 
advanced years, make a distinguished and respectable figure 
in the republic of literature ; a prediction which has been 
most amply verified. 

Johnson, the publisher of the Museum, has omitted seve- 
ral stanzas of the ballad for want of room, but the reader 
will find the whole of it in Mr Mackenzie's works, printed at 
Edinburgh in 1812, or in Herd's Collection in 1776, and in 
various other publications. 

The tune to which the words are united in the Museum 
is, perhaps, one of the sweetest melodies, in the minor mode, 
that ever was played or sung. The composer's name has 
hitherto eluded every research that the Editor has made. 


This song was written by William Hamilton of Bangour, 
Esq. Mr William Shield of London set the words to a tune 
of his own composition, which is printed in Ritson's Collec- 
tion of Scottish Songs, London 1794. In the Museum the 
words are united to a fine modern Scottish air. 




This justly celebrated and patriotic song, beginning " Scots 

wha hae wi' Wallace bled," was written by Burns on the 1 st 

of August 1793. The following account of its origin, from 

the pen of his friend Mr Syme, is very interesting. 

On the 30th of July 1793, Mr Syme and our bard set out 
on horseback from the hospitable mansion of Mr Gordon of 
Kenmure, for Gatehouse, a village in the stewartry of Kirk- 
cudbright. " I took him (says Mr Syme) by the moor-road, 
where savage and desolate regions extended wide around. 
The sky was sympathetic with the wretchedness of the soil ; 
it became louring and dark. The hollow winds sighed, the 
lightnings gleamed, the thunder rolled. The poet enjoyed 
the awful scene — he spoke not a word, but seemed rapt in 

*' What do you think he was about ? He was charging 
the English army along with Bruce at Bannockburn. He 
was engaged in the same manner on our ride home from St 
Mary's Isle, and I did not disturb him. Next day (2d July 
1793) he produced me the following Address of Bruce to his 
Troops, and gave me a copy for Dalzell." (Here follows the 

In the month of September following, Burns transmitted 
another copy of the song to Mr George Thomson, accompa- 
nied with a letter, in which he says, " I have shewed the air 
(meaning Hey now the Day dawis, or, as it is sometimes called. 
Hey tiitti taitie) to Urbani, who was liighly pleased with iff 
and begged me to make soft verses for it ; but I had no idea 
of giving myself any trouble on the subject, till the accidental 
recollection of that glorious struggle for freedom, associated 
with the glowing ideas of some other struggles of the same 
nature, not quite so ancient, roused my rhyming mania." 

Mr Thomson, on receiving the song, wrote Mr Burns to 
the following effect : " Your heroic ode is to me the noblest 
composition of the kind in the Scottish language. I liap- 


pened to dine yesterday with a party of your friends, to whonj 
I read it. They were all charmed with it, entreated me to 
find out a suitable air for it, and reprobated the idea of giving 
it a tune so totally devoid of interest or grandeur, as " Hey 
tutti taitie." Assuredly, your partiality for this tune must 
arise from the ideas associated in your mind by the tradition 
concerning it ; for I never heard any person, and I have con- 
versed again and again with the greatest enthusiasts for Scot- 
tisli airs — I say, I have never heard any one speak of it as 
worthy of notice."" Mr T. then proceeds to inform the bard, 
that he had fixed on the tune of Lewie Gordon for the words ; 
but this tune required an elongation of the last line of each 
verse, to make the words and music agree together. 

This unfortunate criticism obhged Burns to lengthen and 
alter the last line of every stanza, to suit the newly-suggested 
air, which, instead of improving, manifestly injures the simple 
majesty of the original. That the old air was susceptible of 
stirring up or assuaging the passions, according to the differ- 
ent styles in which it may be played or sung, was at one 
glance obvious to Urbani, than whom no better judge of 
these matters ever lived. The tune has also been a favourite 
of Messrs Braham, Incledon, Sinclair, and the best singers 
throughout the united kingdom. To us, indeed, it appears 
impossible, that any person, who is endowed with the smallest 
portion of musical taste, can listen to the song of " The Land 
of the Leal," without feeling the most tender emotions of pity, 
or hear " The Bruce's Address to his Troops," without par- 
taking of that patriotic flame that glowed in the breasts of his 
gallant ancestors. Mr Thomson, however, after some years 
reflection, has himself become a convert to the united sense of 
the public. In a late edition of his third volume, in which 
the tune of " Hey tutti taitie" is happily adapted to the ori- 
ginal words of Burns, he observes, that " the poet originally 
intended this noble strain for the air just mentioned ; but, on 
a suggestion from the editor of this work, who then thought 
'Lewie Gordon' a fitter tune for the words, they were united 



together, and published in the preceding volume, page 74. 
The editor, however, having since examined the air ' Hey 
tutti taitie' with more particular attention, frankly owns, that 
he has changed his opinion, and that he thinks it much better 
adapted for giving energy to the poetry, than the air of 
' Lewie Gordon.' " 

As the tune of " Hey now the Day dawis*" was inserted in 
the second volume of the Museum, (vide Song No 170, and 
the observations upon it in a former part of the present work) 
Johnson requested Mr William Clarke, the organist, to set 
Burns' song to a simple ballad tune which he sent him. It is 
undoubtedly pretty, but by no means calculated to give ade- 
quate expression to the bold and energetic sentiments of the 
bard. Some people too, having got by rote the altered edi- 
tion of this poem, sing it to the old air ; but they are obliged 
to distort the tune, to make it suit the lengthened lines. For 
these reasons, we shall now present the reader with the words 
and air in their original simplicity, according to the first in- 
tention of the bard. 



As originally written by Burns, 
To the tune of^'' Hey now the Day daiois." 





Scots wlia hae \vi' Wallace bled, Scots wham Bruce lias 





af-ten led. Welcome to your go-ry bed. Or to vie -to - ry. 







Now's the day, and now's the houi". See the front of bat- tie low'r. 


1 r I r -^ 




See approach proud Edward's pow'r. Chains and sla - ve - ry. 




Wha will be a traitor knave, 
Wha can fill a coward's grave, 
Wha sae base as be a slave. 

Let him turn and flee ! 
Wha for Scotland's king and law 
Freedom's sword will strongly draw. 
Freemen stand or freemen fa'. 

Let him follow me ! 

By oppression's woes and pains ! 
By your sons in servile chains ! 
We will drain our dearest veins. 

But they shall be free. 
Lay the proud usurper low ! 
Tyrants fall in every foe ! 
Liberty's in every blow ! 

Let us do, or die ! 


This song, entitled " Miss Forbes' Farewell to Banff," 
was written by the late Mr John Hamilton, music-seller in 
Edinburgh. It is adapted to a favourite air, composed by 
Mr Isaac Cooper of Banff, musician. 

The musical reader will observe a considerable similarity 
between this air and the tune of jShamion's Jlowery Banks, 
which, though generally supposed to be an Irish melody, was 
composed by Mr James Hook of London, organist, in 1783, 
and sung by Mrs Kennedy, at Vauxhall, with much applause. 



This fine old ballad, beginning " O heard ye of a silly 
harper," with its original melody, was recovered by Burns, 
' and transmitted to Johnson for his Museum. 

Mr Ritson, in his Historical Essay on Scottish Song, al- 
ludes to this ballad in the following Avords : " The Reverend 
Mr Boyd, the ingenious translator of < Dante,' had a faint re- 
collection of a ballad of a Scotch minstrel who stole a horse 
from one of the Henrys of England."" 

In Mr Scott's Minstrelsy of the Border, we have another 
edition of the same ballad, under the title of " The Lochma- 
ben Harper," but it is not so complete as the copy in the Mu- 
seum. The fourth, fifth, and eighteenth stanzas of the ori- 
ginal ballad are omitted in Mr Scott's edition. The follow- 
ing stanza, however, is substituted for the eighteenth : 

Now all this while, in merry Carlisle, 

The harper harped to high and low. 

And the fiend thing dought they do but listen him to. 

Until the day began to daw. 

Mr Scott has the following verse at the end of his edition, 
which is not in the original : 

Then aye he harped, and aye he carped, 
Sae sweet were the harpings he let them hear; 
He was paid for the foal he had never lost. 
And three times o'er for the gude gray mare. 

In Mr Scott's copy, the scene is laid at Carlisle, and the 
warden of that city is substituted for King Henry himself. 


This song, beginning " Behind yon hills where riv'lets 
row," , was written by Burns, and printed in the second edi- 
tion of his Poems, at Edinburgh, in 1787. The first line of 
the song, as originally written, was " Behind yon hills where 
Stinchar flows," but Burns afterwards inserted the word 
Lugar, the name of anpther river in the county of Ayr, in 
preference to the former, as being more agreeable to the ear. 



Burns directs the song to be sung to the tune of " My 
Nannie, O." This fine air is inserted in the first volume of 
the Museum, with the words by Allan Ramsay. — Vide Song' 
No 88. In order to avoid a repetition of the same tune, Mr 
William Clarke adapted the verses by Burns to a favourite 
modern melody, composed by Mr Thomas Ebdon of Dur- 
ham, organist. 

This fragment of an ancient ballad, with its melody, was 
recovered by Burns, and transmitted to Johnson for the Mu- 
seum. It is all that remains, we believe, of one of those 
secular songs that were parodied about the dawn of the Re- 
formation in Scotland, and printed by Wedderburne in 
1549, under the title of " Ane compendious Booke of Godly 
and Spirituall Songs, collectit out of sundrie partes of the 
scripture, with sundrie of other ballates, changed out of pro- 
faine sanges, for avoiding sinne and harlotrie." The Editor, 
however, has met with a far more ancient, and, he thinks, 
more genuine set of the melody than that communicated by 
Burns, which he shall now annex with the first verse of Wed- 
derburne's parody. 






Who Is at my window, who, who ? Go from my window, goe. 


» » 


Who call -is there, so like a stranger? Go 



"1 — I— 



« — 4 

< from my window, go. 


Wedderburn's parody must have been well known in Eng- 
land early in the reign of Elizabeth, for a new tune was made 
to it by J. D. i. e. John Dowland, Avhich is still preserved 
in a work called " An Instruction to the Orpharion," print- 
ed at London by William Barley, in 1596. Dowland con- 
tributed " Mrs Winter's Jump," and several other airs, to this 
work ; but his tune of " Go from my Window, goe," is alto- 
gether different from the ancient Scottish melody. 


This old Scottish ballad was published by Bishop Percy, 
under the title of " The Jew's Daughter," in his Reliques 
of Ancient Poetry, printed at London in 1765. The manu- 
script was sent to him from Scotland. 

The bishop observes, that " the ballad is probably built 
upon some Italian legend, and bears a great resemblance to 
the Prioresse's Tale in Chaucer ; the poet seems also to have 
had an eye to the known story of Hugh oj? Lincoln, a child 
said to have been murthered there by the Jews, in the reign 
of Henry III. The conclusion of this ballad appears to be 
wanting : what it probably contained, may be seen in Chau- 
cer. As for MiRRYLAND-TowN, it is probably a corruption 
of Milan (called by the Dutch Meylandt) Toun ; since the 
Pa is evidently the river Po." — Percy's Reliques. 

The story of Hugh of Lincoln, a boy about eight years 
old, being murdered by the Jews, and of the child's body 
having been discovered in a well by his disconsolate mother, 
with the punishments inflicted on that dispersed and perse- 
cuted people, are circumstantially narrated by Mathew Paris. 
But Bishop Percy observes, that " the supposed practice of 


the Jews, in crucifying, and otherwise murdering, Christian 
children out of hatred to the reUgion of their parents, hath 
always been alleged in excuse for the cruelties exercised up- 
on that wretched people, but which probably never happened 
in a single instance. For, if we consider, on the one hand, 
the ignorance and superstition of the times when such stories 
took their rise, the virulent prejudices of the monks who re- 
cord them, and the eagerness with which they would be 
catched up by the barbarous populace as a pretence for plun- 
der ; on the other hand, the great danger incurred by the 
perpetrators, and the inadequate motives they could have to 
excite them to a crime of so much horror, we may reasonably 
conclude the whole charge to be groundless and malicious." 

There are various editions of this ballad. That in the 
Museum, which was taken from Percy's Reliques, volume 
first, is merely a fragment. A more perfect copy was pub- 
lished by Mr Jamieson in his Ancient Ballads and Songs, 
printed at Edinburgh in 1806. It was taken down, 'verba- 
tim, from the recitation of Mrs Brown of Falkland, wife of 
the reverend Dr Brown. Another edition of the ballad, un- 
der the title of " Sir Hugh," appears in Gilchrist's Scottish 
Ballads, vol. i. page 210. Edinburgh, 1814. But the fol- 
lowing edition, communicated by an intelligent antiquarian 
correspondent, appears to be the most complete version yet 

An old Scottish Ballad. 

The rain rins down thro' merry Lincoln, 
Sae does it down the Pa ; 
Sae rin the lads o' merry Lincoln, 
Whan they play at the ba'. 

Four and twenty bonnie young boys 
Were playing at the ba'. 
With sweet Sir Hugh of Lincoln town. 
The flower aman^ them a'. 


He kick'd the ba' wi' his right foot. 
And stopt it wi' his knee. 
And thro' and thro' the Jew's window 
He gard it quickly flee. 

Sir Hugh hied to the Jew's castle. 
And walk'd it round about. 
And there he saw the Jew's daughter. 
At a window looking out. 

" Cast down the ba' to me, fair maid ; 
Cast down the ba' to me :" 
" I winna cast down the ba," she said, 
" Till you come up to me." 

" How will I come up ?" said sweet Sir Hugh, 
" How can I come up to thee ? 
For as ye did to my father dear. 
The same ye'U do to me." 

" Come in Sir Hugh, my dear Sir Hugh, 
And ye sail get the ba' ;" 
" I winna come in, I canna come in. 
Without my play-fere's a'." 

Then outen came the Jew's daughter. 
The sweet Sir Hugh to win-; 
She powd the apples red and white. 
And wyl'd the young thing in. 

She has wyl'd him thro' ae dark dark room, 

Sae has she done thro' twa : 

She has wyl'd him to anither room. 

The mirkest o' them a'. 

Then she has ta'en a sharp pen-knife. 
That hung down by her gair. 
And she has twin'd Sir Hugh o' his life ; 
Ae word he never spake mair. 

She laid him on a dressing-board, 
Whar she did aften dine ; 
And then she took his fair body. 
And drest it like a swine. 

And first came out the thick thick blood. 
And syne came out the thin. 
And syne came out the bonule heart's blood. 
There was nae life left in. 


She rowd him in a cake of lead. 
Bade him lie still and sleep : 
She cast him in a garden well. 
Was fifty fathom deep. 

When bells were rung, and mass was sung, 
Ah* a' the bairns came hame ; 
Then ilka lady had her young son. 
But lady Helen had nane. 

She wrapt her mantle her about. 
And sair sair gan she weep. 
Till she came to the Jew's castle. 
When all were fast asleep. 

" My bonnie Sir Hugh, my pretty Sir Hugh, 

I pray thee to me speak ;" 

" O lady rin to the deep draw-well. 

Gin ye your son wad seek." 

Then she ran to the deep draw-well. 
And knelt upon her knee ; 
" My bonnie Sir Hugh, my sweet Sir Hugh, 
I pray thee speak to me." 

" The lead is wond'rous heavy, mither. 
The well is very deep ; 
A keen pen-knife sticks in my heart. 
But, mither, dinna weep." 

Gae hame, gae hame, my mither dear. 
Prepare my winding-sheet. 
And at the back o' merry Lincoln, 
It's there we twa sail meet. 

Now lady Helen is gane hame. 
Made him a winding-sheet. 
And, at the back o' merry Lincoln 
The dead corpse did her meet. 

And a' the bells o' merry Lincoln, 
Without men's hands were rung ; 
And a' the books o' merry Lincoln, 
Were read without men's tongue. 

Was never heard in Christantie, 
By woman, chyld, or man. 
Sic selcouth sounds at a burial. 
Sen Adam's days began. 



Though the foregoing ballad is Scottish, yet, in all pro- 
bability, it has been derived from a still more ancient English 
tragic ballad ; for the scene of it not only lies in England, 
but the English tune to which it was sung is also known. 
It is very different from the Scottish melody, and seems even 
more appropriate to the melancholy catastrophe of the poem. 
For the satisfaction of the reader, we shall annex the English 
air, from Mr Smith's " Musica Antiqua," vol. i. folio 65. 








The rail! rius doon thro' mirryland toun, Sae does it doon the 










^ -i^ — » 

Pa ; Sae does the lads o' mir - ry - land toun. When 









/ they play at the ba'. Then out and cam the Jew's dochter. Said, 

Will ye come in and dine ? I win - na come in, I 



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can-na come in. Without my playferes nine. 

—ft T 



This short song was written by Burns for the Museum. 
It is adapted to an old Scottish air, called " Peggy Ram- 
say," which, in several bars, resembles the tune of *' O'er 
Bogie." The ancient words, adapted to the tune of Peggy 
Ramsay, began — 

Bonny Peggy Ramsay, 
As ony man may see. 
Has a bonny sweet face. 
And a gleg glintin ee. 

The old song is witty, but indelicate. A corrupted copy 
of it was inserted in the third volume of Henry Playford's 
Pills, published at London in 1704, who directs it to be sung 
to the tune of " The Suburbs of London/' which is totally 
different and very inferior to the original Scottish air. 

The author of this song is unknown to the Editor. It is 
adapted to an old air, called " Be Lordly, Lassie," from 
the first Jine of a silly old nursery song, beginning — 

Be lordly, lassie, be lordly. 
Be lordly, lassie, be lordly ; 
Put a hand in each side 
And walk like a bride. 
Your mither bids you be lordly. 


This song is only slightly altered from the original words 
of " The Siller Crown," which the reader will find in the 
third volume of the Museum. — Vide Song" No 240. 

This new version of " The Siller Crown" first appeared 
in Urbani's Collection of Scottish Songs, adapted to a beauti- 
ful modern Scottish air, composed by Miss Grace Corbett 
of Edinburgh when she was only eleven years old. Both 
the words and new melody were copied into the sixth volume 
of the Museum, by Urbani's permission. 


This song was written by Burns. The words are adapt- 
ed to the tune of a favourite slow march. 


This is another production of Burns. It was published 
in the second edition of his poems, printed at Edinburgh in 
1787. The words are adapted to a beautiful tune, called 
" The Lazy Mist," from the last volume of Oswald's Cale- 
donian Pocket Companion. Several modern songs, such as 
" Prepare, my dear Brethren," — " Honest Dermot,"" &c. 
have been united to this fine old air. 


This song, beginning " A soldier for gallant achievements 
renown"'d,'" is a fragment of a larger poem, supposed to have 
been MTitten by an anonymous hand after the battle of Cul- 
loden, in 1746. The tune is said to be a Gaelic melody. 

This humorous song was retouched by Burns from a very 
ancient one, called " I winna gang to my Bed until I get a 
Man.'' It is adapted to the lively old original air, which xxiay 
be considered one of the earliest specimens of Scottish 
Reels. It appears in Skene's MSS. circa, 1570} under tlie ; 
title of / winna gang to my Bed till I sud die. > • , • 


This elegant pastoral song was written by James Thom- 
son, Esq. the well-known author of " The Seasons," " The 
Castle of Indolence," and many other excellent poems. The 
composer of the plaintive air, to which the words are suited, 
is not known. The bass part was added by Mr AViUiam 



This song, entitled The Highland King, iTiade its appear- 
ance soon after the publication of The Highland Queen, by Mr 
Macvicar, to which it was intended as an answer. Vide Song, 
No 1. vol. i. of' the Museum. It was printed as a sheet song, 
and did not appear in any regular collection until the publi- 
cation of Wilson's " St Cecilia," at Edinburgh in ].779. 
The author of the song, as well as the composer of the melo- 
dy, have hitherto escaped the Editor's researches. 


This song, beginning Bright the moon aboon yon moun- 
tain, was written by the late Mr John Hamilton, music-sel- 
ler in Edinburgh. He published it with the music as a sheet 
song, and it was copied into the Museum by his permission. 
Mr Hamilton furnished several other songs for the same 


The first verse of this song is old ; the second was written 
by Burns for the Museum. The Bard likewise communica- 
ted the beautiful old air to which it is united. 

In a letter to Mrs Dunlop, dated 5th December, 1795, 
Burns introduces the original lines to her notice, with the fol- 
lowing prefatory remarks : " There had much need be ma- 
ny pleasures annexed to the states of husband and father ; 
for, God knows ! they have many peculiar cares. I cannot 
describe to you the anxious sleepless hours these ties fre- 
quently give me. I see a train of helpless little folks, me 
and my exertions all their stay ; and on what a brittle thread 
does the life of man hang ! If I am nipt off at the command 
of fate, even in all the vigour of manhood as I am — such 
things happen every day ; — gracious God ! what would be- 
come of my little flock ! 'Tis here that I envy your people 
of fortune. A father on his death-bed, taking an everlasting 
leave of his children, has indeed woe enough ; but the man 


of competent fortune leaves his sons and daughters independ- 
ency and friends ; while I but I shall run distracted if I 

think any longer on the subject ! 

" To leave talking of the matter so gravely, I shall sing 
with the old Scots ballad — 

" O THAT I had ne'er been married, 
I would never had nae care ; 
Now I've gotten wife and bainis— 
They cry, crowdie ! evermair. 

Crowdie ! ance — crowdie !■' — twice— 
Crowdie ! three times in a day ; 
An ye crowdie ony mair, 
Ye'U crowdie a' my meal away." 


This fragment is copied verbatim from Herd's Collection, 
printed in 1776. Burns had a high opinion of its poetical 
merit. In a letter to Mr Thomson, he says, " Do you know 
the following beautiful little fragment in Witherspoon's Col- 
lection of Scots Songs ? 

Air. — " Hughie Graham." 

" O GIN my love were yon red rose 
That grows upon the castle wa'. 
And I mysel' a drap o' dew. 
Into her bonnie breast to fa' ! 
Oh ! there, beyond expression blest, 
I'd feast on beauty a' the night : 
Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest. 
Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus' light. 

*^ This thought is inexpressibly beautiful, and quite, so far 
as I know, original. It is too short for a song, else I would 
forswear you altogether, unless you gave it a place. I have 
often tried to eke a stanza to it, but in vain. After balancina: 
myself, for a musing five minutes, on the hind-legs of my el- 
bow-chair, I produced the following : 

" WERE my love yon lilac fair, 
Wi' purple blossoms to the spring ; 
And I a bird to shelter there. 
When wearied on my little wing ; 


How wad I mourn when it was torn 
By autumn wild and winter rude ! 
But I wad sing on wanton wing 
When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd." 

" These verses are very far inferior to the foregoing, I 
frankly confess ; but if worthy insertion at all, they might be 
first in place, as every poet, who knows any thing of his trade, 
will husband his best thoughts for a concluding stroke." — 
Burns' Works. 

Mr Thomson paid attention to this hint in arranging the 
old and new words ; but, in place of the air of " Hughie 
Graham," (the music and words of which old ballad are 
printed in the fourth volume of the Museum, vide Song No 
303), he has adapted the song to a Gaehc or Irish melody ; 
for it is claimed by both nations. This melody, in Gow's 
Second Collection, is called Ceanu duhh dileas, and in Era- 
ser's Highland Airs, Cuir a ghaoil dileas tharrum do lavili, 
i. e. " Place, true Love, thine arms around me." All these 
tliree sets of the tune differ, in some notes, from each other, 
as well as from the Irish set of the same air, printed in the 
Irish Melodies. 

In the Museum, the words of gin my Love were yon red 
Rose, are united to a strathspey tune, printed in Gow's Fourth 
Collection of Reels, &c. under the title of " Lord Balgonie's 
Favourite, a very old Highland tune," which was afterwards 
pubhshed under the new title of " Gloomy Winter's now awa," 
from the first line of a beautiful Scots song adapted to that 
air, written by the late Mr Robert Tannahill of Paisley. 
This strathspey, hoAvever, has lately been claimed as a modern 
production by Mr Alexander Campbell, the editor of Albyn's 
Anthology. In the first volume of that work, Mr C. says 
he composed this strathspey in the year 1783, and in ] 791, or 
1792, he published and inscribed it to the Rev. Patrick Mac- 
donald of Kilmore. The writer of this article has made a di- 
ligent search for this production, but has met with no copy to 
decide the question between Messrs Gow and Campbell. But 


the reader, on comparing the air of Burns' song of " lay 
thy Loof in mine, Lass," (vide No 574 of the Museum), which 
was taken from Aird's First Collection, and has been known 
time out of mind by the name of " The Cordwainer's March," 
will observe a striking similarity between it and the disputed 

But the proper air of " O gin my Love were but a 
Rose," is neither the Strathspey in question, nor Hughie 
Graham, nor the Gaelic or Irish Melody before alluded 
to. Both the words and air of this old song are still very 
well known. The first four lines of it, as printed in Herd's 
Collection, only are genuine ; the other four, though beauti- 
ful, are comparatively modern. The strain of double mean- 
ing, that runs through the whole of the eight verses of the old 
song, prevents their insertion in the present work ; but the 
tune to which they are uniformly sung, is that which Mr 
Anderson has selected for his song of Gently blow ye East- 
ern Breezes, printed in the sixth volume of the Museum. 
Vide Song No. 562. 




This very humorous modern ballad is a parody of the 

celebrated poetic tale, called The Wife of Auchtermuchty, 

which tradition affirms to have been composed by a priest of 

the name of Moffat, in the reign of James V. A manuscript 

copy of the original, which is preserved in the Bannatyne 

Manuscript of 1 568, in the Advocates' Library, Edinburgh, 

corroborates the traditional account, for the signature " quod 

Moffat,^'' is actually subjoined to that copy. This curious old 

ballad is printed in Herd's Collection 1776, and in several 

others. But the most perfect edition is that in Blackwood's 

Edinburgh Monthly Magazine for April 1817. 

The name of the author of the parody has not yet been 
discovered ; but the writer has evidently meant it to be an 
answer to the beautiful ballad of, There''s nae Luck ahout 


the House when our Gudeman's awa, which was written by 
William Julius Mickle, Esq., the ingenious translator of 
The Lusiad. It is printed in the first volume of the 
Museum. Vide Song, No 44. The beautiful tune to which 
Mickle's ballad was adapted, would have suited the parody 
equally well ; but Johnson united the latter to a sprightly 
modern tune for the sake of greater variety. 

This old Border ballad was inserted in Herd's Collection 
in 1776. In the Museum the words are adapted to an air in 
the new series of The Vocal Magazine, published at Edin- 
burgh, by the late Mr James Sibbald, in 1803. In that work 
the air is said to have been " communicated by a lady in 
Orkney.'' But the old Border melody is much better adapted 
to the words. Vide notes on Song No 482, of the Museum. 

This song was written by Burns for the Museum. He 
also communicated the air to which it is united ; but it is evi- 
dently borrowed from the fine old Lowland melody of 
Andro and his cutty Gim. 

This song was written and published by the late Mr John 
Hamilton, music-seller in Edinburgh, by whose permission it 
was inserted in the Museum. 

This song was also written and published by Mr John Ha- 
milton, before it appeared, by his permission, in the Museum. 

This beautiful tune has, time out of mind, been played at 
the breaking up of convivial parties in Scotland. 'J' he prin- 
cipal publishers of Scottish music have also adopted it, as their 


farewell air, in closing their musical works. Macgibbon placed 
it at the end of his third and last volume of Scottish Airs, pub- 
lished in 1755, Oswald closed the fourth volume of his Ca- 
ledonian Pocket Companion with the same air. Oswald pro- 
bably then thought it would be th6 last volume of his work, 
but he afterwards found materials for no less than eiglit 
more. Mr James Johnson followed the same example, in 
closing his sixth and last volume of the Scots Musical Mu- 

There are two songs adapted to this air in the Museum. 
The first is said to have been composed by Thomas Arm- 
strong, the night before his execution for the murder of Sir 
John Carmichael of Edrom, warden of the middle marches 
on the Border of Scotland. The warden was murdered 16th 
June 1600, and Armstrong suffered on 14th November 
1601. It is by no means certain that these verses are the 
original words. 

This tune was a particular favourite with Burns, who 
wrote the second song, beginning Adieu ! a heartwarm 
fond adieu i In one of his letters, he says, *' Ballad- 
making is now as completely my hobby-horse, as ever fortifi- 
cation was Uncle Toby's ; so I'll e'en canter it away till I 
come to the limit of my race, (God grant that I may take 
the right side of the winni ng-post !), and then, cheer- 
fully looking back on the honest folks with whom I have 
been happy, I shall say or sing, ' Sae merry as we a' hae 
been !' and raising my last looks to the whole of the human 
race, the last words of the voice of Coila shall be, * Good 
night and joy be wi' you a' '^. Works, vol. iv. Burns here 
calls himself the Voice of Coila, in imitation of Ossian, 
who styles himself the Voice of Cona. Coila, or Kyle, is the 
middle bailiewick of Ayrshire. 

The second song was printed in Burns's Works, at Edin- 
burgh in 1787. It is there entitled " The Farewell to the 
Brethren of St James's Lodge, Tarbolton, tune, Good Night 
and Joy be wi' you a'." Burns became a member of this 


lodge of Freemasons, after his family removed to the farm of 
Lochlea, in the parish of Tarbolton, Ayrshire." During this 
period (says his brother Gilbert,) he became a Freemason, 
which was his first introduction to the life of a boon com- 
panion. Yet, notwithstanding these circumstances, and the 
praises he has bestowed on Scotch drink, (which seem to 
have misled his historians,) I do not recollect, during these 
seven years, nor towards the end of his commencing author 
(when his growing celebrity occasioned his being often in 
company,) to have ever seen him intoxicated, nor was he at 
all given to drinking." — Lvfe of Burns. 

We shall conclude these remarks with the following mas- 
terly song, to the same tune, written by Alexander Boswell 
of Auchinleck, Esq. M. P. It is entitled " The old Chef- 
tain to his Sons," and conclude the fourth volume of Mr 
George Thomson's Collection of Scottish Songs. 

Good night, and joy be wi' ye a'. 

Your harmless mirth has cheer'd my heart ; 

May life's fell blasts out-o'er ye blaw ! 

In sorrow may ye never part ! 

My spirit lives, but strength is gone. 

The mountain fires now blaze in vain : 

Remember, sons, the deeds I've done. 

And in your deeds I'll live again ! 

When on yon muir our gallant clan, 
Frae boasting foes their banners tore. 
Who show'd himsel a better man. 
Or fiercer wav'd the red claymore ? 
But when in peace — then mark me there, 
When thro' the glen the wandei-er came, 
I gave him of our hardy fare, 
I gave him here a welcome hame. 

The auld will speak, the young maun hear. 

Be canty, but be good and leal ; 

Your ain ills ay hae heart to bear, 

Anither's ay hae heart to feel ; 

So, ere I set, I'll see you shine, 

I'll see you triumph ere I fa' ; 

My parting breath shall boast you mine. 

Good night, and joy be wi' ye a'. 


Oliver cj- Boyd, Fiinkrs. 

[ 513 ] 



This Song was afterwards inserted by the author in his 
collection of " Poetry chiefly in the Scotish Language. By 
Robert Couper, M. D." Inverness, 1804, 2 vols. 12mo. 
He was the author of other lyrical pieces. One of these, 
written " to a beautiful old Highland air," called Geordy 
Agam, is inserted in Campbell's Albyn's Anthology, vol. ii. 
p. 23. The author states, that he wrote this song at 
the request of L. G. G. (Lady Georgiana Gordon, now 
Duchess of Bedford), and that it alludes " to her noble 
brother (the Marquis of Huntley), then with his regiment 
in Holland. A few days after it was written, and to the 
author's great uneasiness, the news arrived of his being 
wounded, from which he is not yet recovered." 

Dr Thomas Murray, in his Literary History of Gallo- 
way, p. 247, refers to a MS. Life of Dr Couper, " com- 
municated by his accomplished friend, John Black, Esq., 
Wigton. On applying to Dr Murray, I was favoured with 
the following abstract of the memoir : — 

*' Robert Couper was born at Balsier, parish' of Sor- 
bie, Wigtonshire, of which farm his father was tenant, on 
the 22d September 1750. He entered a student in Glas- 
gow College in 1769. He studied at first for the Scotish 
Church ; but his parents having died, and his patrimony 
being small, if any thing at all, he accepted of an office as 
tutor in a family in the State of Virginia, America, where he 

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meant to take orders to enter the Episcopal Church as a 
clergyman. The date of his going to America is not given. 
But he returned in 1776, owing to the breaking out of the 
war of Independence. He returned to the College of Glas- 
gow, and having studied medicine, and taken his diploma 
as a surgeon, (date not known,) he began practice at New- 
tonstewart, a village of 2000 inhabitants, in his native 
county. While at Glasgow, he had gained the friendship 
of Dr Hamilton, professor of midwifery, on whose recom- 
mendation to the Duke of Gordon, Couper settled in Foch- 
abers (I am informed, in 1788), as physician to his Grace. 
Previously to going there, and preparatory to it, he had 
obtained the degree of M. D. from the College of Glas- 
gow, to ' prevent people, no wiser than himself, from dic- 
tating to him.* At this time, that is, shortly after settling 
in Fochabers, he married Miss Stott, daughter of the Rev. 
Ebenezer Stott, minister of the parish of Minnigaif, Kirk- 
cudbrightshire. He left Fochabers in 1806. He died in 
Wigton on the 18th January 1818. He was F. R. S. E." 

The author of this Song was David Carey, who was 
known during the earlier part of this century as " an elegant 
poet and agreeable novelist." He was a native of Arbroath, 
and he died at his father's house, in that town, after a pro- 
tracted illness, on the 4th of October 1824, in the forty- 
second year of his age. A brief but interesting biographical 
notice, and a list of his various works, will be found in the 
Scots Magazine, for November 1824, p. 637. 


The collection of Poems and Songs, by Richard Gall, 
(the author of this and other Songs in the present volume 
of the Museum,) which is mentioned by Mr S. at page 444, 


beiars the date " Edinburgh, from the press of Oliver and 
Boyd," 1819. 12mo. 

This early production of a poet who has attained such 
high distinction as the author of " The Pleasures of Hope," 
is not contained in the collected edition of his Poems. 
Thomas Campbell, Esq., is a native of Glasgow, and 
was born in the year 1777, as, I think, he stated two 
years ago, at a public dinner given him in this place. His 
" Hohenlinden," " Ye Mariners of England," and other 
compositions, rank him as a lyric poet of the first order. 


This well-known ballad, or poem, is probably not older 
than the latter part of the I6th century. There was an 
edition printed in the year 1668, which Ramsay prob- 
ably copied, when he inserted the poem in " The Ever- 
green," 1724. 


This Song was evidently, or rather avowedly, founded 
upon an interesting incident related in Verstegan's " Resti- 
tution of Decayed Intelligence," first published at Ant- 
werp, 1605. 

In Pinkerton's Select Scotish Ballads, vol. ii. p. 131. 
Lond. 1783, where this Song first appeared, it consists of 
three stanzas, disfigured by an affected use of obsolete 
words. The first stanza is descriptive, and runs thus : — 

On the blyth Beltane, as I went 

Be mysel attour the green bent, 

Wharby the crystal waves of Clyde 

Throch saughs and hanging hazels glyde. 

There sadly sitting on a brae, 

I heard a damsel speak her wae. 

The other two verses are given in the Musical Museum, 



some of the words being modernized, and two lines added to 
suit the music. Pinkerton's imitations of our old ballad 
poetry, were not happy. In the account of his writings 
given in Chambers's Lives of Eminent Scotsmen, we meet, 
indeed, with the following astounding assertion respecting 
his publication of Ancient Scotish Poems, from Sir Richard 
Maitland's MSS. — " Pinkerton maintained that he had 
found the Manuscript in the Pepysian Library at Cam- 
bridge ; and, in his correspondence, he sometimes alludes 
to the circumstances with very admirable coolness. The 


THE ANNALS OF TRANSCRIBING. Time, place, and cir- 
cumstances, were all minutely stated — there was no mys- 
tery." (vol. iv. p. 102.) I confess my ignorance of what is 
here meant by " the Annals of Transcribing," unless, per- 
chance, it may have some allusion to the learned Mr 
Penny, the " Historian of Linlithgowshire," whose accu- 
racy and minute research were so highly commended by his 
literary executors in 1831, although, it must be admitted, 
that the merit of his work consists wholly in the accuracy 
with which he transcribed that portion of Chalmers's " Cale- 
donia," which relates to the Shire. In regard to Pinkerton, 
it would have been strange had he pretended any " mys- 
tery" where there was none; as the MSS. in question 
may be seen in the Pepysian Library to this day. Some 
half century after this, it is as probable that the future 
biographer of Mr Robert Chambers shall attribute to him 
all Burns's Poems, contained in his late comprehensive 
edition of that poet, as that any one should have given Pin- 
kerton the credit of having written the poems by Henry- 
son, Dunbar, and the other old Scotish Makers, contained 
in Maitland's Manuscript Collections, from which Pinker- 
ton's Selections, printed in 1782, were copied. After all, 
it ought to be added, that the contributor of the article in 
Chambers's Work, merely improves upon the similar blun- 
dering statement that appeared in Nichols's Literary Il- 
lustrations, &c., vol. V. p. 670. 


John Pinkerton was born at Edinburgh, 17th of Feb- 
ruary 1758, and died at Paris, 10th of March 1825, at 
the age of sixty-seven. With all his insufferable petulance 
and conceit, (not to mention other failings,) he was un- 
questionably a man of learning and research; and he render- 
ed very important services to the history and early litera- 
ture of his native country, by several of his publications. 

This Song is attributed, at page 456, to " Mr Macaulay, 
an acquaintance of Mr Johnson," the publisher of the Mu- 
seum. I have not ascertained who this Mr M. was ; but it 
is not improbable that he was the same with James Mac- 
aulay, printer in Edinburgh, the author of a volume of 
*' Poems on various subjects, in Scots and English." — 
*' Edinburgh, printed for and sold by the Author, Print- 
ing-office, Castlehill, 1790," 12mo. pp. 300. 

DXVI. . 

This Song was long and deservedly popular. As stated 
at page 456, it was written in 1775, and it appeared in 
several collections. In " The Goldfinch," Edinb. 1782, it 
is accompanied " With additions by a Lady," being four 
stanzas, no doubt the same that Mr S. notices as contain- 
ed in Wilson's collection, 1779, and there said to be by 
" Miss Betsy B— s." 

The author of " The Banks of the Dee," was John 
Tait, Esq., who had been an assiduous wooer of the muses 
in his younger days. Besides the frequent contributions to 
the Poets' Corner, signed J. T — t, consisting of elegiac and 
other verses, which appeared in Ruddiman's Edinburgh 
Weekly Magazine for 1770, and subsequent years, he pub- 
lished anonymously, the " Cave of Morar," " Poetical 
Legends," and some other poems, in a separate form. Mr 


Tait passed as Writer to the Signet, 21st November 1781. 
In July 1805, when the new system of police was intro- 
duced into Edinburgh, he was appointed Judge of Police, 
and he continued to preside in that Court till July 1812; 
when it was again remodelled by Act of Parliament, and 
the decision of Police cases replaced in the hands of the 
Magistrates of the City. (See Kay's Portraits, vol. ii. p. 
147.) "He died at his house iujAbercrombie Place, 29th of 
August 1817. (Scots Mag. 1817, p. 99.) 


willy's rare and willy's fair. 
This song is contained in the second volume of the 
Orpheus Caledonius, 1733, and not in the first volume, 
1725. So likewise is Hamilton's ballad, " The Braes of 
Yarrow." This favourite theme in Scotish Song, has 
obtained additional celebrity by the verses of our great 
English Poet, Mr Wordsworth, who to his " Yarrqw Un- 
visited," in 1803, " and Yarrow Visited," in 1814, again 
honoured this much favoured stream by his " Yarrow Re- 
visited," in 1831. 



This song was included in a small volume of " Songs, 
chiefly in the Scottish dialect. Edinburgh, 1803," 8vo, 
published anonymously, in which the songs were given in 
a more correct form, in consequence of several of them 
having been printed " without the Author's permission, and 
with alterations, which he did not consider as improve- 
ments." The author of this and two other songs in this 
volume, (See pages 435 and 512,) Sir Alexander Bos- 
well of Auchinleck, was the eldest son of the biographer 
of Johnson, and was born 9th of October 1775. He suc- 
ceeded to his paternal estate in 1795, and was created a 
Baronet in 1821. At a time when party politics ran high. 


his disposition to satirical writing unfortunately involved him 
in a dispute, which was the occasion of that fatal duel, 26th 
of March 1822, that cut off in the prime of life, a gentleman 
of much natural genius and high acquirements, only a few 
days after having performed the last sad offices to his brother 
James, the friend of Malone, and the editor of Shakspeare. 
Some affecting lines, written on the death of his brother, were 
found in Sir Alexander's pocket-book after his own death. 
Sir A.'s love of literature was exemplified by the republica- 
tion of many rare and curious works, for private circulation, 
from his press at Auchinleck, of which a full list is given 
by Mr Martin, in his " Bibliographical Catalogue of Books. 
Privately printed." Lond. 1834, 8vo. 


" A GENTLEMAN of Universal erudition lately showed me 
a MS. copy of the above, with a notice prefixed, that it 
was composed on — ' Sharp, and Gregory's Daughter,' — 
most probably a descendant of Archbishop Sharp, and a 
lady of the learned house of Gregory, for some time settled 
at St Andrew's. 

" I may mention here, that Mallet's song, ' A youth 
adorned with every art' — was composed on the ill-fated 
loves of Lady Jean Hume, daughter of Alexander, seventh 
Earl of Home, and Lord Robert Kerr, killed in the bloom 
of youth, and extraordinary personal attractions, at the 
battle of Culloden. Susanna Kennedy, Countess of Eglin- 
toune, used to sing this pretty ballad, and relate its origin; 
she was well acquainted with both the parties. 

" The music of this song was composed by Oswald." — 
(C. K. S.) 

The editor of Andrew Marvell's works, Lond. 1776, in the 
Preface (vol. i. p. xx), refers to a MS. volume of " Mar- 
vell's Poems, some written with his own hand, and the rest 
copied by his order," among which was a copy of this 


well-known ballad. He accordingly claimed it for Mar- 
veil, charging Mallet with gross plagiarism. " I am 
sorry this truth (he adds) did not appear sooner, that the 
Scots Bard might have tried to defend himself ; but now 
the jackdaw must be sti'ipped of his stolen plumage, and 
the fine feathers must be restored to the real peacock." 
Notwithstanding this bold assertion, (and, upon the same 
grounds, he claims for Marvell some undoubted composi- 
tions by Addison,) it is perfectly evident that the MS. he 
refers to, must have contained a number of pieces transcrib- 
ed forty years subsequent to Marvell's death — Allan Ram- 
say wrote a poetical address to Mr David Malloch on his 
departure from Scotland (Poems, vol. ii. p. 402), in which 
he specially mentions "his tender strains," in this ballad of 
William and Margaret. 

Gibbon, in the Memoirs of his own life, mentions, that 
about the time when he professed himself a Roman Catholic, 
he had resided for some time with Mallet, " by whose 
philosophy I was rather scandalized than reclaimed." There 
are some curious anecdotes respecting his irreligion, in 
Davies's life of Garrick. 


The song by Mr Graham of Gartmore need not be 
quoted here, from a work so well known as the Minstrelsy 
of the Scottish Border. When first published by Sir 
Walter Scott, he considered it to be a traditional version of a 
song of the age of Charles I.; and he afterwards remarked, 
that the verses " have much of the romantic expression of 
passion common to the poets of that period, whose lays 
still reflected the setting beams of chivalry." Curious 
enough, however, in a collection published by John Ross, 
Organist in Aberdeen, the song is given as written " by 
Mr Jeffreys." There is no reason, however, to doubt, that 
Sir Walter was correct in subsequently assigning it to Mr 


O TELL ME, &C. 521 

Graham, of whom the following is a brief notice, obligingly 
communicated by Sir John Graham Dalyell, Kt., who is 
his nephew on the mother's side. (See Douglas's Peerage, 
by Wood, vol. i. p. 639.) 

*' Robert Graham of Gartmore, was th6 son of Nicol 
Graham of Gartmore, by Lady Margaret Cunningham, 
eldest daughter of William, twelfth Earl of Glencairn. 
After discharging the office of Receiver- General of the 
Revenue of the island of Jamaica, he returned to Scotland 
on the decease of his elder brother, William, and succeeded 
his father in his estates, in the year" 1775 : and, on the de- 
mise of John, the last Earl of Glencairn, he succeeded to 
the estates of Finlayston. Mr Graham was a man of refined 
taste, and of a patriotic disposition ; he warmly encouraged 
the reform so long projected of the royal boroughs, and re- 
presented the county of Stirling in Parliament (in 1794). 
Having been elected Rector of the University of Glasgow, 
he bestowed some testimony of liberality in its favour, 
which he was the better enabled to do from his ample for- 
tune. Mr Graham married first, a sister of Sir John Tay- 
lor, baronet, by whom he had two sons and two daugh- 
ters. Secondly, a lady alike beautiful and amiable, Eliza- 
beth, eldest daughter of Thomas Buchanan of Leny; whose 
son, the late Dr Francis Hamilton Buchanan, was recog- 
nised as chief of the family of Buchanan." — Mr Graham of 
Gartmore died the 11th of December 1797. 

In the Scots Magazine, for February 1803, there is in- 
serted another excellent song, entitled " The Nabob. By 
the late Miss Blamire, Carlisle," to the tune of Auld 
Langsyne. It begins, 

When silent time, with lightly foot 

Had trode on thirty years, 
I sought again my native land 

With many hopes and fears : 


Wha kens gin the dear friends I left 

May still continue mine. 
Or gin I e'er again shall taste 

The joys I left langsyne. 

Miss Susannah Blamire was a native of Cumberland, 
and was born at Thackwood-nook, in the parish of Sowerby. 
She died at Carlisle in 1795, aged 49, and lies interred 
at Roughton Head, near Rose Castle. Her nephew, Wil- 
liam Blamire, Esq., lately one of the Members of Parlia- 
ment for Cumberland, possesses the patrimonial estate 
called The Oakes, a beautiful property about three miles 
from Carlisle ; and Rose Castle is possessed by her aunt. 
For this information I am indebted to Patrick Maxwell, 
Esq., who is forming a collection of her poems. Mr M. 
adds, that " Miss Blamire was very affable to the poor and 
the peasantry about her, and that she was generally ad- 
dressed in their provincial manner by the title .of Miss 


" ' Written for this work, by Robert Burns.' This is 
probably wrong ; or Burns suppressed the last stanza, to 
be found in the stall copies, besides substituting " three 
goose feathers and whittle," for the indecent line in the 
third : it is likely that he only altered the song for the 
Museum, making it applicable to himself as an author, by 
the three goose quills and the pen-knife. The last stanza 
begins : 

" Now I'm Robin's bride, free frae kirk fo'ks bustle, 
Robin's a' my ain, wi's, &c., &c., &c." — (C. K. S.) 


The late Mr William Motherwell had made some collec- 
tions for an edition of the Poems attributed to the Semples 
OF Beltrees. As his papers are still in the hands of his 


friend, Mr P. A. Ramsay, it is to be hoped that the pro- 
ject will not be abandoned. 

My good friend, William Tennant, Esq., the author 
of the inimitable poem of " Anster Fair," mentioned at page 
478, as then newly appointed Teacher, or Professor of 
Languages in Dollar Academy, has since (in 1835) ob- 
tained higher and more congenial preferment, as Professor 
of Oriental Languages in St Mary's College, St Andrew's — 
an appointment alike honourable to the patrons and to 
himself, as the reward of learning and genius. — A short 
Memoir of Professdr Tennant is prefixed to Chambers's late 
edition of " Anster Fair," Edinb. 1838, 8vo. 

" In former times, the singers of this ditty used to in- 
form their audience that Maggie was at last burnt for a 
witch ; I could never find her name in any lists of Satan's 
Seraglio which I have had an opportunity of inspecting. 

" Some amusing verses were said to have been composed 
to this air, by a very eccentric person, Lady Dick of Pres- 
tonfield : before the reader peruses them, a short account 
may be given of the reputed authoress. She was the daugh- 
ter of Lord Royston, a Lord of Session, son of the Earl 
of Cromarty, and the wife of Sir William Dick, with whom 
she did not live on the best of terms, having a high spirit, 
much satirical wit, and no children to endear their conjugal 
union. Her strange fancies and frolics were well remem- 
bered fifty years ago ; and that with considerable spleen, as 
she made herself many enemies by the lampoons she was in 
the habit of composing. Among her other odd freaks, she 
took it into her head to enact the she-Petrarch to Sir Peter 
Murray of Balmanno, whose perfections she celebrated in 
several other copies of verses, besides the subjoined song — 
two of these have been printed in a small ballad book, de- 
dicated to Sir Walter Scott, There seems to have been 
nothing criminal in her admiration, as she made no secret 
of her poetical effusions— but those whom she had offended 
by poems of a different stamp, were naturally eager enough 


to put the worst constructions on her mirth, and pretended 
to take seriously what was only meant in jest. Lady Dick 
died in the year 1741. There is a half-length portrait of 
her at Prestonfield, not handsome, and ill painted. Her 
Adonis, Sir Peter, married in 1751, Anne, daughter of 
Alexander Hay of Drummelzier." — (C. K. S.) 

Tune — Maggy Lauder, 
On Tweedside dwells a gallant swain. 

The darling o' the women ; 
Whene'er he makes his entering bow. 

With joy their eyes are swimming. 
Tho' gallant he, yet snug his heart. 

He only plays with Cupid, 
For as Minerva guides the youth 

He never can be stupid. 
Tho' gallant he, yet snug his heart. 

He only plays with Cupid, 
For reason tames his passions ; thus 

He never can be duped. 

O, when he dances at a ball. 

He's rarely worth the seeing ; 
, So light he trips, you would him take 

For some aerial being ! 
While pinky winky go his een. 

How blest is each bystander ; 
How gracefully he leads the fair. 

When to her seat he hands her ! 
While pinky winky go his een. 

How blest is each bystander ! 
^ore conquests he is said to make 

Than e'er did Alexander. 

But when in accents saft and sweet 

He chants forth Lizzy Baillie, 
His dying looks and attitude 

Enchant ; they cannot fail ye. 
The loveliest widow in the land. 

When she could scarce disarm him, 
Alas, the belles in Roxburghshire 

Must never hope to charm him. 

O happy, happy, happy she, 
Coiild make him change his plan, sir, 


And of this rigid bachelor 

Convert the married man, sir. 
O happy, and thrice happy she 

Could make him change his -plan, sir. 
And to the gentle Benedick, 

Convert the single man, sir. 

How could the lovely Roman give 

To Michael all her beauty. 
When Peter's such a worthy saint. 

To whom she owed her duty ! 
How could the lovely Roman let 

That Michael take possession ; 
Nor angel he, nor saint, nor yet 

An embryo Lord of Session. 

The lady to whom the above verses are assigned, v/as 
Anne Mackenzie, daughter of the Hon. Sir James Macken- 
zie, a Senator of the College of Justice, under the title of 
Lord Royston (and third son of George, first Earl of Cro- 
martie), by Elizabeth, daughter of Sir George Mackenzie 
of Rosehaugh, Lord Advocate in the reign of Charles the 
Second. As stated above, she became Lady Dick by mar- 
riage. In the Scots Magazine for September 1741, (p. 
431,) where her death is recorded, she is simply styled 
" The Lady of Sir William Dick of Corstorphine."- 

Andrew Shirrefs, A. M., was a bookbinder in Aberdeen. 
Burns, in the notes of his Northern Tour, mentions having 
seen him, and calls him " a little decrepid body, with some 
abilities." He is best known as the author of " Jamie 
and Bess, or the Laird in Disguise, a Scots Pastoral 
Comedy, in imitation of the Gentle Shepherd." It was 
first printed at Aberdeen, 1787, 12mo, and was frequently 
performed at diiFerent theatres in the country. In the de- 
dication " To the Honourable the County Club of Aber- 
deenshire," the author says, " he never was, and probably 



never will be, without the limits of their county." As 
stated, however, at page 479, Shirrefs migrated to the 
South in 1798, but whether he spent the rest of his life 
at London, and when or where he died, I have not been 
able to ascertain. 

" Mr Ritson, in his * North Country Chorister,' gives 
the older words of this ballad, beginning — ' There was a 
Highland laddie courted a Lowland lass' — and adds, ' this 
song has been lately introduced upon the stage by Mrs 
Jordan, who knew neither the words nor the tune ;' but 
there is another set of words, probably as old, which I 
transcribed from a 4to collection of songs in MS. made by 
a lady upwards of seventy years ago.'" — (C. K. S.) 

O, fair maid, whase aught that bonny bairn, 

O, fair maid, -whase aught that bonny bairn ? 

It is a sodger's son, she said, that's lately gone to Spain, 

Te dilly dan, te dUly dan, te dUly, dilly dan. 

O, fair maid, what was that sodger's name ? 

O, fair, &e. 

In troth a'tweel, I never speir'd — the mair I was to blame. 

Te dilly dan, &c. 

O, fair maid, what had that sodger on ? 

O, fair, &c. 

A scarlet coat laid o'er wi' gold, a waistcoat o' the same. 

Te dilly dan, &c. 

O, fair maid, what if he should be slain ? 

O, fair, &c. 

The king would lose a brave sodger, and I a pretty man. 

Te dilly dan, &c. 

O, fair maid, what if he should come hame ? 

O, fair, &c. 

The parish priest should marry us, the clerk should say amen. 

Te dilly dan, &c. 


O, fair maid, would ye that sodger ken ? 

O, fair, &c. 

In troth a'tweel, an' that I wad, among ten thousand men. 

Te dilly, &c. 

O, fair maid, what if I be the man ? 

O, fair, &c. 

In troth a'tweel, it may be so ; I'se baud ye for the same. 

Te dilly dan, te dilly dan, te dilly, dilly dan. 

The song, by the late Mrs Grant, referred to at p. 480. 
is too well known to be quoted in this place. This lady, 
Anne Macvicar, was born at Glasgow in 1755, was mar- 
ried to the Rev. James Grant, minister of Laggan, in 1779, 
whom she survived many years, and died at Edinburgh, 7th 
of November 1838, in the 84th year of her age. A detail- 
ed notice of her life and writings, which originally appear- 
ed in the Edinburgh newspapers, will be found in the 
Gentleman's Magazijie for January 1839, p. 97. 

This ancient song. Return hameward, &c., says Mr S., 
was revised by Allan Ramsay, and printed in the Tea- Table 
Miscellany, 1724. It was likewise included in " The 
Evergreen," by Ramsay, who had used undue freedoms in 
altering the original verses, which were the production of 
Alexander Scott, a poet who flourished about the middle 
of the sixteenth century, and who has been styled the Ana- 
creon of Scotland. See edition of Scott's Poems, p. 100. 
Edinb. 1821, small 8vo. 


John Anderson, music-engraver, the writer of this and 
of some other verses, in the last part of the Museum, is, I 
am informed, still living in Edinburgh. 




** This song is older than the period here assigned to it — 
and if the name of Maggie is to be trusted, can only apply 
to the first Marquis of Argyle, whose wife was Lady Mar- 
garet Douglas, daughter of the Earl of Morton. He was 
so very notorious a coward, that this song could have been . 
made by nobody but himself, unless to turn him into ridi- 
cule."— (C. K. S.) 


The Honourable Andrew Erskine, was the third son 
of Alexander, fifth Earl of Kellie, by his lady, who was a 
daughter of Dr Pitcairne. He was born about the year 
1739, and having embraced a military life, he held a lieu- 
tenant's commission in the 71st regiment of foot, as early, 
at least, as 1759. On its being reduced in 1763, he ex- 
changed from half-pay into the 24th regiment of foot, then 
quartered at Gibraltar. Previous to this, he had carried 
on a kind of literary correspondence, in verse as well as 
prose, with James Boswell of Auchinleck, Esq., which, 
with that most insatiable desire for notoriety which cha- 
racterised him, were published by the latter, at London, 
1763, 8vo, in order, as it was expressed, to gratify " Curi- 
osity, the most prevalent of all our passions." Whether 
the publication of these letters, in *' their present more 
conspicuous form," raised the character of the writers in 
public estimation, we need not stop to enquire. Both of 
them were likewise principal contributors to Donaldson's 
collection of " Original Poems, by Scots gentlemen." 
Edin. 1760 and 1762, 2 vol. 12mo. Mr Erskine's " Town 
Eclogues," and other poems, appeared at a later date. He 
died suddenly, in the neighbourhood of Edinburgh, about 
the end of September 1793, much lamented. Mr George 


Thomson sent Burns an account of his death, as appears 
from Burns's reply, dated Oct. 1793, but the letter itself 
was not published by Dr Currie. 

His eldest brother, Thomas Alexander, sixth Earl of 
Kellie, born 1st of September J 732, who was so distin- 
guished for his musical genius, was also an occasional writer 
of verses. His brother Andrew, in 1762, alludes to some 
poems written by Lord Kellie ; as in a letter to Boswell, 
he says, " Donaldson tells me that he wants thirty or 
forty pages, to complete his volume; pray, don't let him 
insert any nonsense to fill it up," (an advice that was alto- 
gether disregarded;) " but try John Home, and John 

R[ ?], who I hear is a very good poet ; you may also 

hint the thing to Mr N[airne?], and to my brother Lord 
K[ellie], who has some excellent poems by him." The 
following Song, I have been assured on good authority, 
was written by Lord Kellie. It seems, at least, to have 
been written by some one not a professed dealer in rhyme. 
It is now first printed from a MS. Album, containing 
Songs and Poems, written before the year ] 780, in the pos- 
session of Thomas Mansfield, Esq. of Scatwell. 


Tune — Logan Water. 


You have heard of our sweet little races at Kelso ; 
Of the riders and horses, and how they all fell so, 
Of Dirleton ' and Kelly Sir John — and, what's still more. 
The famed clerk of Green- Cloth, Sir Alexander Gilmore. 


Of Dukes there were two, of Duchesses one. 
As sweet a dear woman as e'er blest a man ; 
Of mien most engaging, how finely she dances. 
With her sister-in-law, full of mirth. Lady Frances. » 

' Nisbet of Dirleton. 

2 Lady Frances Scott, afterwards Lady Douglas of Bothwell. 

2 p 


His Grace of Buccleugh would have been most extatic. 
But, alas, he was seized with a fit of sciatic. 
As he could not attend to make us aU mellow. 
He left t'other Duke,' a clever little fellow. 

Of Nabobs a pair, their names shall have strait. 
Take Archibald Swinton, and fat Thomas Rait, 
As fine jolly fellows, I'm sure to the full. 
As ever set their faces to the Great Mogul. 

The bald-pated Knight « soon had them in view. 
And set at these Nabobs like an old Jew ; 
Quoth he to himself, I think I with ease, 
Could plunder these Indians of all their rupees — 

Gentlemen, says he, will you bet on a horse, 
I'll lay what you please, without any remorse ; 
If that does not suit, I'U do what you list. 
Perhaps you would choose a rubber at whist. 

Down sat the great dupes, and with them a Peer — 
Lord ! how the bald Knight did joke and did jeer ; 
The Nabobs and Peer he left not a groat. 
And even condescended to steal a great-coat. 

Young Nisbet comes next, whom they call Maccaroni, ^ 
The sweet youth whom he and we think so bonny. 
That whene'er he appears, the ladies cry bless us, 
I vow and protest he's a perfect Narcissus. 

My dearest sweet girls, pray tell me what mean ye. 
Cries his spruce little cousin, Mr John Gantoucini ; ^ 
Pray look at me, a'n't I a fine little man, 
A trig dapper fellow, deny it who can ? 

O' my drunken friend Jock, I'll tell you a story O, ^ 
He had of his own a complete oratorio ; 

* Probably the Duke of Roxburghe. * (In MS.) Sir John Paterson. 

* Nisbet of Dirleton. • Mr John Nisbet, 7 (In MS.) M'Dowell. 


Three hours after midnight his concert begun. 
Where he drank and he danced and he had all his fun. 

His company consisted of Mr Stewart Shaw, 
My Lord Percy's piper who travels to Blair, (?) 
An Irish dear joy, two captains of foot. 
And Lord North** the waiter who danced so stout. 


Melvina appeared next like a bright star. 
She stole the heart of a young man of war. 
Of aU her solicitors she lives but for one. 
And solicitor Dundas9 is the happy man. 


The great little Percy came down from the border. 

To keep us poor Scotch a little in order ; 

He nothing remarkable did, but we hope 

Next year when he's steward, he'll take his full scope. 


There were many more besides, well I wot. 
Sir Gilbert '» and Lady, Miss Bell Elliot : 
There was sweet Anne Scott, and Lady Diana," 
And bold Mrs Ker, like any hyena. 


I cannot pass by were I ever so brief. 
That loveliest of girls. Miss Jeany Moncrieff : 
To Kelso she came with uncle beau Skeene, 
Whose person is always so neat and so clean. 


There was fat Sandy Maxwell as big as a tun, 
A fine laughing fellow in whom there's much fun : 
Sir William Lorrain, Jack Askew, and Selby, 
As fine jolly bucks as e'er pint bottle fell by. 


There was John Scott of Gala, and Wat Scott of Harden, 
Who they say is possessed of many a farthing ; 

^ See Kay's Portraits of Edinburgh Characters. 

9 Dundas of Arniston, afterwards Lord Chief Baron. 

'" Sir Gilbert Elliot of IMinto, his lady, and sister Isabella. 

' ' Lady Diana Hume, who married Walter Scott of Harden, Esq, 


And numbers more over — but I'm in a hurry, 
I had almost forgot sweet Peter Murray. '^ 


We laught and we danced, and we sat up all night, 
A thing, I confess, in which I delight. 
But I very dear my pleasure did earn, 
For I was obliged to return to Blanearn. 

On the subject of Lord Kellie's musical genius, it may 
be sufficient to refer to the elegant collection of his Minuets, 
published by Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe, Esq., Edinburgh, 
1836, 4to. The Hon. Henry Erskine, (brother of the 
late Earl of Buchan,)in an unpublished poem, written about 
the year 1772, has paid the following compliment to his 
Lordship's musical genius. It is entitled " The Musical 
Instruments, a Fable," — when the claims of the Fiddle, to 
pre-eminence, are thus stated : — 

'Twas he that still employ'd the master's hand, 
Follow'd obsequious by the list'ning band. 
Nay, swore that Kelly learnt from him his art 
To rule, with magic sounds, the human heart. 


In the collected edition of Mr Mackenzie's Works, (vol. 
viii. p. 1,) printed at Edinburgh, 1808, 8 vols. 8vo, the 
author gives this account of the ballad : — 


" The following ballad was an almost extempore pro- 
duction, written when I was a mere lad, in imitation of the 
abrupt and laconic description of the ancient Scottish 
ballad, some of which had been collected and published at 
that time. It was sent, under the above title, to the editor 
of 27*6 London Chronicle^ who published it without any 

12 Sir Peter Murray, vide page *523. 


comment ; and such was the state of politics at the time, 
that some of his readers objected to the first line, 
Saw ye the Thane o' meikle pride, 

as applying personally to Lord Bute, who used to be known 
by that appellation. It was afterwards inserted in Clark's 
(Herd's) Collection of Ancient Scottish Ballads, as genuine, 
though one should have thought the imitation was so inar- 
tificial as might have saved it from the sin of forgery." 

Mr Mackenzie dates it 1762. It was also inserted in 
the Edinburgh Advertiser, April 1764, No. 575. This 
copy contains the following lines, omitted in the above 
edition, but which, as necessary for the sense, should be 
restored. They come in before the last verse, at page 6. 

Wou'd then my uncle force my love, 

Whar love it wou'd na be ? 
Or wed me to the man I hate ? 

Was this your care of me ? 
Can these brave men, &c. 

Henry Mackenzie, Esq., best known by the title of his 
most popular work, as " The Man of Feeling," was born 
at Edinburgh, in August 1745, where he died on the l4th 
of January 1831, at the venerable age of 86. An excel- 
lent sketch of his life, by Sir Walter Scott, is included 
in his Miscellaneous Prose Works, vol. iv. Edin. 1834, 


eruce's address to his army. 

In the additional note to song clxx., at page *215, it is 
stated that Gordon of Straloch's MS. Lute Book, 1627, 
preserves the old tune, " The Day Dawis," but that it bears 
no resemblance to that air, (under any of its different titles 
of " Hey, now the day daws," " Hey, tuttie, tattle," or 
" The land of the leal,") which, on mere conjecture, has 
been assigned to the age of Robert the Bruce. The 
earliest reference to any of these tunes is by Dunbar, who 
alludes to the common minstrels of the town of Edinburgh, 



(that is, to the town's pipers), in the reign of James the 
Fourth, as having only two hackneyed tunes, which were 
played, no doubt, at an early hour, to rouse the inhabitants 
to their daily occupations. 

Your commone Menstralis has no tone. 

But " Now the day daws," and " Into June." 

It is very probable that there might have been two dif- 
ferent airs under that name ; at least the following air, 
which is here subjoined from Gordon's Manuscript, 1627, 
has more the character of an artificial tune, than of a simple 
melody, and it is not unlikely that it may have been com- 
posed by some of the musicians at the Scotish Court du- 
ring the minority of James the Sixth, to suit Montgomery's 
Song, the words of which the Reader will find in this work 
at page 163. 




A CURIOUS volume has been lately published at Paris, 
containing, along with an Anglo-Norman ballad of the 13th 
century, on Hugh of Lincoln, the various Scotish or Eng- 
lish ballads on the same subject, reprinted from the collec- 
tions of Percy, Pinkerton, Jamieson, Gilchrist, and Mother- 
well. It is entitled, " Hugues de Lincoln : Recueil de 
Ballades Anglo-Normande et Ecossoises relatives au meurtre 
de cet Enfant commis par les Juifs en M.CC.LV. Publie 
avec une Introduction etdes Notes, par Francisque Michel." 
Paris, 1834, 8vo. 

The Anglo-Norman ballad is a great curiosity, and cor- 
responds more closely with the notice that occurs in 
Matthew of Paris, and other old English historians, than 
with the more poetical cast of this tragical incident in the 
Scotish ballads. It begins — 

Ore oez un bel chanson 

Des Jues de Nichole, qui par treison 

Firent la cruel occision 

De un enfant que Huchon ont nom. 


there's NEWS, LASSES, NEWS ! 

In this Note, for Skene's MS. circa 1570, read circa 


In would be superfluous to give any account of a person 
so well known as the author of " The Seasons." The 
most minute and accurate life of the poet with which I am 
acquainted, is that prefixed to the elegant edition of his 
Poetical Works, in the Aldine series of English Poets, 
London, 1830, 2 vols. 12mo. 

James Thomson was born at Ednam, in Roxburghshire, 


1 1th of September 1700, and died at London, 27th of 
August 1748. The following is an extract from a letter 
written by David Malloch, or Mallet, from London in 
1727, soon after the appearance of Thomson's " Winter." 
It was addressed to Professor Ker of Aberdeen, and gives 
a curious account of the estimation in which Thomson was 
held by his college companions at Edinburgh : — 

" Sir, — I beg leave to take notice of a mistake that runs 
through your last letter, and that was occasioned by your 
not understanding a passage in mine. The copy of verses 
that I sent you, was, indeed, written by me, and I never 
intended to make a secret of it ; but Mr Thomson's ' Win- 
ter' is a very different poem, of considerable length, and 
agreeing with mine in nothing but the name. It has met 
with a great deal of deserved applause, and was written by 
that dull fellow whom Malcolm calls the jest of our club. 
The injustice I did him then, in joining with my compa- 
nions to ridicule the first imperfect essays of an excellent 
genius, was a strong motive to make me active in endea- 
vouring to assist and encourage him since ; and I believe I 
shall never repent it. He is now settled in a very good 
place, and will be able to requite all the services his friends 
have done him, in time. The second edition of his poem 
is now in the press, and shall be sent to you as soon as 
published. You will find before it three copies of recom- 
mendatory verses, one written by Mr Hill, the second by a 
very fine woman, at my request, and the third by myself. 
Since all this is so, I will say nothing of your suspecting 
me of insincerity, a vice which I am very free from." 

Thomson's earliest printed verses occur in a volume en- 
titled " The Edinburgh Miscellany," vol. I. (no second 
volume ever appeared). Edinburgh, 1720, 12mo. 

Since the previous notes regarding Malloch or Mallet, 
were printed, a search has been made in the parochial 
registers of Crieff (from 1692 to 1730), where he is said 
to have been born in 1700. It appears, however, that 


his baptism was not registered. The names of various 
children of Charles and Donald Malloch's, in the neigh- 
bourhood of Crieff, occur, including a David, in 1712. 
This obviously was not the poet ; but it appears that his 
father " James Malloch, and Beatrix Clark, his wife," were 
brought before the Kirk-Session of Crieff, in October and 
November 1704, for profanation of the Lord's day, "by 
some strangers drinking and fighting in his house on the 
Sabbath immediately following Michaelmas." On the 12th 
of November, " they being both rebuked for giving enter- 
tainment to such folks on the Sabbath-day, and promising 
never to do the like, were dismissed." 


John Hamilton, who contributed various pieces to the 
Museum, was for many years a Musicseller at No. 24, 
North Bridge street, Edinburgh. He was much employed 
also as a teacher of music, and I have been told that it 
was one of his fair pupils, connected with an ancient family, 
whom he married, to the no small indignation of her friends. 
He died at Edinburgh, in September 1814. 

In the Scots Magazine for November 1814, the follow- 
ing notice occurs:— Sept. 23d, " Died in the 53d year of 
his age, after a lingering and painful illness, John Hamil- 
ton, late Musicseller, in this city, author of many favourite 
Scots Songs, and composer of several Melodies of consider- 
able merit." 


To the two verses inserted in this Note, the one old, the 
other by Burns, this song has been enlarged, by the addi- 
tion of the following beautiful lines, written by John Rich- 
ardson, Esq., for Mr George Thomson's Collection. 


O were my love yon violet sweet, . j 

That peeps frae 'neath the hawthorn spray. 
And I raysel' the zephyr's breath, 

Amang its bonnie leaves to play ; 
I'd fan it wi' a constant gale. 

Beneath the noontide's scorching ray ; 
And sprinkle it wi' freshest dews. 

At morning dawn and parting day. 

As Mr Stenhouse alludes, at page 508, to Tannahill's 
fine Song-, " Gloomy Winter," I may take this opportunity 
to mention, that an interesting Memoir of that unfortunate 
Bard has recently appeared, by Mr Philip A. Ramsay, pre- 
fixed to " The Poems and Songs of Robert Tannahill, 
a revised and enlarged edition, with Memoirs of the author, 
and of his friend, Robert A. Smith." Glasgow, 1838, 
12mo. Tannahill was born at Paisley, 3d of June 1774, 
where he died, 17th of May 1810, in the thirty-sixth year 
of his age. Robert Archibald Smith, usually styled 
' of Paisley,' to whose musical skill Tannahill was indebted 
for much of the celebrity which his songs enjoyed, was born 
at Reading, 18th of November 1780. His father, origin- 
ally a weaver from Paisley, had been settled at Reading 
for a number of years, but at length he returned to Paisley 
with his family in 1800. Here Robert continued during 
the best period of his life, and had so distinguished himself 
by his musical attainments, that so early as 1812, we find 
he was strongly urged to settle in Edinburgh as a teacher 
of music. This appears from a friendly letter addressed to 
him by Mr John Hamilton, Musicseller, with which I have 
been favoured by Smith's biographer. It was not until 
August 1823, on receiving an invitation from the Rev. Dr 
Thomson to conduct the music in St George's Church, that 
he came hither ; and I believe he had only occasion to la- 
ment his not having done so at an earlier period of life. He 
died at Edinburgh, very sincerely regretted, 3d of January 
1829, in the 49th year of his age, and lies interred in StCuth- 


bert's burying-ground. His " Scottish Minstrel," 1821- 
1824, 6 vols., and his various other musical publications, are 
well known and esteemed ; he also enriched the music of 
his country by many original melodies of great simplicity 
and beauty ; and above all, the services that he rendered to 
Sacred Music, by his professional skill and good taste, 
as well as by his original compositions, will long continue 
to have a beneficial influence on the Psalmody and Sacred 
Music of the Church of Scotland. 

The late William Motherwell, who projected the 
publication of the volume which his friend Mr Ramsay 
has so well performed, was a native of Glasgow, and born 
13th of October 1797. Besides his " Minstrelsy, Ancient 
and Modern," Glasgow, 1827, small 4to, his edition of 
Burns, and various other republications, he was the author 
of a small volume of original " Poems, Narrative and Lyri- 
cal," Glasgow, 1832, 12mo, which remains as a pleasing 
memorial of his poetical genius. He was for many years 
resident in Paisley, officially connected with the Sheriff- 
Clerk's Office, but latterly settled in his native place (as 
editor of the Glasgow Courier Newspaper), where he died 
in the prime of life, 1st of November 1835. 


The following beautiful stanzas, by Joanna Baillie, 
written for this air, appeared in Mr Allan Cunningham's 
" Songs of Scotland," vol. IV. p. 212, from whence they 
were copied, by his son, Mr Peter Cunningham, into one 
of the most elegant and judicious selections of the kind 
that has appeared, under the title of " Songs of England 
and Scotland." Lond. 1835. 2 vols. l2mo. 


The sun is sunk, the day is done. 
E'en stars are setting, one by one ; 


Nor torch nor taper longer may- 
Eke out the pleasures of the day ; 
And, since, in social glee's despite. 
It needs must be. Good-night, good-night ! 

The bride into her bower is sent. 

The ribald rhyme and jesting spent ; 

The lover's whispered words, and few. 

Have bid the bashful maid adieu ; 
The dancing floor is silent quite. 
No foot bounds there. Good-night, good-night ! 

The lady in her curtain'd bed. 
The herdsman in his wattled shed. 
The clansmen in the heather' d hall. 
Sweet sleep be with you, one and all ! 
We part in hope of days as bright 
As this now gone. Good-night, good-night ! 

Sweet sleep be with us, one and all ; 
And if upon its stillness fall 
The visions of a busy brain. 
We'll have our pleasures o'er again. 

To warm the heart, and charm the sight ; 

Gay dreams to all ! Good-night, good-night ! 



Vol. I. contains pages 1-101 Vol. IV. contains pages 311-413 

_ II. — 102-208 — V. _ 414-516 

_ III. _ 209-310 — VI. — 617-620 


Absence, . .191 

A cock laird, fu' cadgie, 135 

A cogie of ale, and a pickle ait 

meal, .... 564 
A country lass, . . 356 

Ae day a braw wooer, . 538 
Ae fond kiss, &c., . . 358 
Afton water, . . . 400 
Ah ! Mary, sweetest maid, 546 
Ah ! the poor shepherd's 

mournful fate, . . 158 
Ah ! why thus abandon'd, , 270 
A lass wi' a lump o' land, 177 
A lassie all alone, . . 418 
Allan water, ... 43 
Alloa house, . . . 246 
A mother's lament for the 

death of her son, . 280 

And I'll kiss thee yet, . 201 
An Gille dubh ciar dhubh, 135 
An I'll awa' to bonny Tweed- 
side, .... 580 
Anna, thy charms my bosom 

fire, . . . . 547 
An thou wert my ain thing, 2 

A red, red rose, . . 415 

A red, red rose (old sett), 416 
Argyll is my name, . . 578 
A rosebud by my early walk, 197 
As I cam down by yon castle 

wa', . . . . • 336 
As I came in by Auchindoun, 308 
As I came o'er the Cairney 

mount, . . . 480 

As I lay on my bed on a 

night, . . . 601 

As I was wand'ring, . 359 

As I went o'er, &c., . 523 

As I went out ae May morning, 410 
A southland Jenny, . 318 

As Sylvia in a forest lay, . 441 
As walking forth, . . 326 
Auld King Coul, . . 486 
Auld langsyne, . . 26 

Auld langsyne, . . 426 

Auld Robin Gray, . . 236 
Auld Rob Morris, . . 200 
Auld Sir Symon the King, 354 
A waukrife minnie, . 298 

Awa', whigs, awa', . . 272 
Ay waukin', O, . . 222 
Ay waking oh, . . 396 


Banks of Spey, . .194 

Bannocks o' bear meal, . 489 
Benny side, . . .160 
Bess and her spinning-wheel, 371 
Bess the gawkie, . . 4 

Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, 134 
Bessy's haggies, . . 31 

Beware, o' bonnie Ann, . 224 
Bhannerach dhon na chri, 165 
Bide ye yet, ... 98 
Birks of Aberfeldie, . 116 

Blink o'er the burn, sweet 

Betty, ... 52 

Blue bonnets, . . 473 

Blythe Jockie, ... 25 









Blythe Jockie, young and gay, 30 
Blythe was she, . . 187 

Bonny Barbara Allan, . 230 
Bonnie Bell, . . .401 
Bonny Bessy, 
Bonny Christy, 
Bonny Dundee, 
Bonny Jean, 

Bonnie Kate of Edinburgh, 
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie, 342 
Bonnie May, . 
Braes of BaJlenden, 
Braes of Balquhidder, 
Braw, braw lads of Gala wa- 
ter, .... 131 
Bruce's address to his army, 596 
Busk ye, busk ye, . . 65 
By the delicious warmness of 
thy mouth, . . . 262 


Cameronian rant, . . 290 
Captain Cook's death, . 288 
Carle an the king come, 248 

Carle an the king come (old 

words), . . .248 

Carron side, . . . 312 
Ca' the ewes to the knowes, 273 
Cauld frosty morning, . -236 
Cauld is the evening blast, 603 
Cauld kail in Aberdeen, 170 

Cease, cease, my dear friend, 

to explore, . . . 254 
Charlie he's my darling, 440 

Chronicle of the heart, 482 

Clarinda, . . .206 

Clout the caldron, . . . 24 
Cock up your beaver, . 319 
CoHn Clout, . . .568 
Colonel Gardener, . . 214 
Come follow, follow me, 552 

Come, here's to the nymph 

that I love, . . . 354 
Come kiss wi' me, come clap 

wi' me, . . . 363 

Come, let's hae mair wine in, 12 
Come under my plaidie, . 550 
Comin' thro' the rye (1st sett), 430 
Comin' thro' the rye (2d sett), 431 
Corn riggs, ... 94 
Could aught of song, . 509 

Country lassie, . . 376 

Craigie-burn wood, . . 311 
Cromlet's lilt, . . 207 


Cumbernauld house, ' . 149 

Cumnock psalms, . • 418 


Dainty Davie, . . 34 

Deil tak the wars, , . 270 
Dinna think, bonny lassie, 574 

Donald and Flora, . .261 

Donald Couper, . . 344 

Donocht-head, . . 388 

Down the burn Davie, . 75 

Drap o' capie, O, . . 306 

Druimon dubh, . . 187 

Dumbarton's drums, . 169 

Duncan Davison, . . 156 

Duncan Gray, . . 168 

Dusty miller, . . 151 


Earl Douglas' lament, . 352 

East nook of Fife, . . 286 

Eppie Adair, . . .290 

Eppie M'Nab, . . 346 

Ettrick banks, . . 82 

Evan banks, . . .516 

Evanthe, . . .394 


Failte na miosg, . . 268 

Fair Eliza, . . 378 

Fair Eliza, . . .379 

Fairest of the fair, . . 33 

Farewell, ye fields, . . 597 
Fife and a' the lands about it, 125 

Finlayston house. 

Fine flowers in the valley. 

For a' that, an' a' that. 

For lack of gold. 

For the sake o' somebody. 

Fourteenth of October, 

Frae the friends and land 

Freicedan (M.), 
Frennett hall, 
Fy gar rub her o'er wi' strae. 


Gaelic air, . . . 183 

Gaelic air, . . . 266 

Gaelic air, . . . 378 

Gaelic air, . . .379 

Gaelic air, . . .399 
Gae to the ky wi' me Johnny, 142 

Galashiels, . . .158 

Galloway Tam, . . 336 









Gently blaw, &c., . . 581 

Geordie, an old ballad, 337 

Get up and bar the door, 310 

Gilderoy, ... 67 

Gill Morrice . . 212 

Gingling Geordie, . 482 

Gladsmuir, . . . 210 

Gloomy December, . 515 

Good-morrow, fair mistress, 502 
Good-night and joy be wi' 

you a', ... 620 

Go, plaintive sounds, . 595 

Go to Berwick Johnny, . 534 

Go to the ewe bughts, Marion, 86 
Gow's (Neill) lamentation for 

Abercairney, . . 203 

Green grow the rashes . 78 

Green sleeves, . . 402 

Gudeen to you, kimmer, 540 

Gude Wallace, . . 498 


Had I the wyte she bad me, 427 
Hallow E'en, . . 143 

Hallow Fair, , . . 462 
Hamilla, . . . ill 

Hap me wi' thy petticoat, 146 
Happy Clown, . . 260 

Hard is the fate of him who 

loves, . . . 610 

Hardy Knute, or the battle 

of Largs, . . . 289 
Have you any pots or pans, 536 
Her absence will not alter me, 72 
Here awa', there awa', . 58 
Here's a health to my true 

love, . .174 

Here's a health to them that's 

awa', . , . . 425 
Here's his health in water, 494 
Here's to thy health, mybonnie 

lass, .... 511 
He's dear dear to me, &c., 566 
He stole my tender heart away, 29 
He who presumed to guide the 

sun, .... 115 
Hey ca' thro' . . 405 

Hey how, Johnie lad, . 368 
Hey, Jenny, come down to Jock, 175 
Hey my kitten, my kitten, 577 
Hey, tuttie, tatti, . . 173 
Highlander's lament, . 2I8 

Highland laddie, . . 431 
Highland laddie (new set), 22 

Highland lamentation, 186 

Highland song, . . 274 

Hooly and fairly, . 199 

How long' and dreary is the 

night, . . .183 

How sweet is the scene, 586 

How sweet this lone vale, 588 
Hughie Graham, . . 312 


lanthy the lovely, . . 107 
I care na' for your e'en sae 

blue, .... 619 
I do confess thou art sae fair, 332 
I dream'd I lay, &c., . 153 
If e'er I do weel it's a wonder, 332 
I had a horse and I had nae 

mair, . . .193 

I ha'e a wife o' my ain, . 364 
I'll ay ca' in by yon town, 470 
I'll mak' you be fain to follow 

me ... . 277 
I'll never leave thee, . 92 

I'll never love thee more, 464 

I lo'e na a laddie but ane, 276 
I love my Jean, . . 244 

I love my jovial sailor, . 404 
I love my love in secret, 213 

I'm o'er young to marry yet, 110 
In Brechin did a wabster 

dwell, . . .541 

Invercauld's reel, . . 203 
In yon garden, &c., . 582 

Irish air, . , . 458 

It is na, Jean, thy bonnie face, 343 
It was a' for our rightfu' King, 513 
I've been courting at a lass, 316 
I who am sore oppressed with 

love, .... 154 
I wish my love were in a mire, 41 


Jamie, come try me, . 238 

Jamie Gay, . . . 15 

Jamie o' the glen, . 420 

Jenny's bawbie, . . 512 

Jenny dang the weaver, 133 

Jenny Nettles, . . 53 

Jenny was fair and unkind, 217 

Jocky fou, and Jenny fain, 395 

Jocky said to Jenny, . 62 
Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss, 589 

John Anderson my jo, . 269 

John, come kiss me now, 315 

John Hay's bonny lassie, 68 



John o' Badenyond, 
Johnny Macgill, 
Johnny and Mary, . 
Johnie Armstrang, 
Johnie Blunt, 
Johnie Cope, 
Johnny Faa, or the 

laddie, . . 
Johny's gray breeks, 
Jumpln' John, 

Kate of Aberdeen, 
Katherine Ogie, 
Katy's answer, 
Killiecrankie, . 
Kind Robin loes me, 








Lucky Nancy, 
Lucy Campbell, 







Laddie lye near me, 

Laddie lye near me (old 

words), . . .227 

Lady Both well's lament, 135 

Lady Mary Ann, . . 390 

Lady Randolph's complaint, 332 
Lass gin ye lo'e me tell me now, 253 

Leader haughs and Yarrow 220 

Leander on the bay, . 27 

Leezie Lindsay, . . 446 

Leith wynd, . . 250 

Let me in this ae night, . 320 

Let ithers brag weel, . 276 

Lewis Gordon, . . 87 

Little wat ye wha's coming, 591 

Lizae Baillie, . . 469 
Liv'd ance twa lovers in yon 

dale, . . . 616 

Lochaber, ... 96 

Loch Eroch side, . . 78 

Logan water . . 42 

Logganburn, . . 511 

Logie o' Buchan, . . 368 

Lord Breadalbine's march, 279 

Lord Ronald my son, . 337 
Lord Thomas and fair Annet, 533 

Louis, what reck I by thee, 427 

Lovely Davies, . . 360 

Lovely lass of Monorgan, 154 

Lovely Polly Stewart, . 485 
Love is the cause of my 

mourning, . , . Ill 

Love will find out the way, 157 

Low down in the broom, 91 


M'Gregor of Roro's lament, 181 
M'Pherson's farewell, . 1 17 
Maggy Lauder, , . 99 

Magic's tocher, , . 238 

Marquis of Huntly's reel, 209 

Mary of Castlecary, . 454 

Mary Queen of Scots lament, 417 
Mary Scot, ... 74 
Mary's dream, . . 38 

May-Eve, or Kate of Aberdeen, 36 
May morning, . . 574 

Merry ha'e I been teethin' a 

heckle, . . . 279 

M. Freicedan, . . 102 

Miss Admiral Gordon's Strath- 
spey, .... 244 
Miss Hamilton's delight, 183 

Miss Muir, . . , 360 
Miss Weir, . . . 413 
Morag, . . . .150 
Muirland Willie, . . 380 
Musing on the roaring ocean, 187 
My ain kind dearie O, . 50 
My apron dearie, . 94 

My bonny Mary, . . 240 
My boy Tammy, . . 518 
My collier laddie, . . 372 
My daddy left me, &c., . 542 
My dearie, if thou die, . 83 
My dear Jockey, . . 16 
My father has forty good shil- 
lings, . . . 465 
My goddess woman, . 314 
My Harry was a gallant gay, 218 
My heart's in the Highlands, 268 
My joe Janet, . . 114 
My lady's gown there's gairs 

upon't, . . . 573 

My loved Celestia, . 160 

My love has forsaken me, 159 
My love is lost to me, . 264 
My love she's but a lassie yet, 234 
My Mary, dear departed shade, 288 
My minnie says I manna, 478 
My Nannie, O, . . 89 

My Nannie, O, . . 600 
My Peggy's face, . . 517 
RJy tocher's the jewel, . 322 
My wife has ta'en the gee, 422 
My wife's a wanton wee thing, 226 



Nae luck about the house, 615 

Nancy's ghost, . . 205 
Nancy's to the greenwood gane, 50 

Nelly's dream, . . 612 

Nithsdale's welcome hame, 375 

No churchman am I, . 606 

No dominies for me, laddie, 504 

Now bank an' brae, . 537 

Now westlin' winds, . 363 


O as I was kist yestreen, 330 

O ay, my wife she dang me, 549 
O Bothwell bank, . . 529 
O can ye labor lea, young man, 407 
O can ye sew cushions, . 456 
O cherub content, . . 526 

O dear mother what shall I do, 245 
O dear ! what can the matter 

be, ... . 510 
O'er Bogie, . , .175 
O'er the hills and far awaj', 62 
O'er the moor to Maggy, 56 

O'er the muir amang the hea- 
ther, . . . 338 
O'er the water to Charlie, 195 
O fare ye weel, my auld wife, 365 
O for ane and twenty. Tarn, 366 
O gin I were fairly shot of her, 576 
O gin my love were yon red 

rose, .... 614 
O gin ye were dead, gudeman, 421 
O gude ale comes, &c., . 561 
O heard ye e'er of a silly blind 

harper, . . . 598 

Oh ono chrio, . . 90 

Oh open the door. Lord Gre- 
gory, ... 5 
O Kenmure's on and awa' 

Wilhe, . . .370 

O ken ye what Meg o' the mill 

has gotten, . . 585 

O laddie, I maun lo'e thee, 320 
O lay thy loof in mine, lass, 593 
O leave novels, &c., . 592 

O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet, 617 
O Mary turns awa', . 560 

O Mary, ye's be clad in silk, 605 
O May, thy morn, . . 477 
O mither dear, . . 133 

On a bank of flowers, . 232 
On a rock by seas surrounded, 1 07 
On hearing a young lady sing, 453 

On the death of Delia's linnet, 408 
On the restoration of the for- 
feited estates, 1 794, . 308 
O once I loved, . . 570 
Orananaig, . . . 399 
Oran Gaoil, . . .282 
O saw ye my father, . 77 
Oscar's ghost, . . 71 
O steer her up and baud her 

gaun, . . . 520 

O tell me, my bonny, &c., 558 
O that I had ne'er been mar- 
ried, . . . .613 

O turn away those cruel eyes, 604 
Our goodman came hame at 

e'en, .... 464 

Out over the Forth, &c., 434 

O wat ye wha's in yon town, 471 

O were I on Parnassus' hill, 264 


Patie's wedding, . . 396 

Peasstrae, . . . 316 

Peggy, in devotion, . 419 

Peggy, I must love thee, 3 

Pinky house, ... 57 

Pol wart on the green, . 191 
Powers celestial, whose pro- 

tion, . . . 473 

Prselium Gillicrankianum, 105 
Put the gown upon the bishop, 462 


Ratthn' roarin' Willie, . 202 
Raving winds around her 

blowing, . . . 181 

Rinn m'eudail mo mhealladh, 359 

Red gleams the sun, . 519 

Return hameward, . 572 

Robie donna gorach, . 305 

Robin shure in hairst, . 562 

Rock and a wee pickle tow, 450 

Rory Ball's port, . . 358 

Roslin castle, . . 9 

Row saftly, thou stream, 524 

Roy's wife of Aldivalloch, 352 

Ruffian's rant, ., . 1G4 


Sae far awa', . . . 46 1 
Sae merry as we twa ha'e been, 60 

Sandy and Jockie, . . 292 

Sandie o'er the lee, . . 283 

Sawnie's pipe, . . 214 



Saw ye Johnnie cummin', quo' 

she, .... 10 

Saw ye nae my Peggy, . 1 2 

Saw ye the Thane, " . 594 
Scenes of woe and pleasure, 533 
Scots queen, . . 198 

Scots Jenny, . . 217 

Scroggam, , . . ' 558 

Sensibility, how charming, 339 
Seventh of November, . 233 
She rose and let me in, . 84 
She says she lo'es me best of a', 458 
She's fair and fause, , • 411 
Sic a wife as Willie had, 389 

Since robb d of all that charm'd 

my views, . . . 183 
Sir John Malcolm, . . 468 
Sir Patrick Spence, . . 496 
Sleepy body, . . . 404 
SongofSelma, . .123 

Song of Selma, . . 265 

Stay, my charmer, can you 

leave me ? , . . 135 
Stern winter has left us, . 544 
Stern winter has left us (2d 

sett), . . . .545 
St Kilda Song, . . 250 

Strathallan's lament, . 138 

Strephon and Lydia, . 107 

Such a parcel of rogues in a 

nation, . . . 391 

Sure, my Jean, . . 587 

Sweet Annie frae the sea-beach 

came, ... 85 

. 578 

Sweetest May, 

Tak your auld cloak about ye, 258 
Talk not of love, it gives me 

pain, .... 194 
Tarn Glen, . . .306 
Tarn Lin, . . .423 

Tarry woo, ... 45 
Tell me, Jessie, tell me why, 618 
The auld goodman, . 328 

The auld man, . . 429 

The auld man's mare's dead, 500 
The auld wife ayont the fire, 446 
The auld yellow-haired laddie, 128 
The banks o' Doon, . 387 

The banks of Forth, . 76 

The banks of Helicon, . 478 
The banks of Nith, . . 305 
The banks of the Dee, . 532 


The banks of the Devon, 165 

The banks of the Tweed, 6 

The battle of Harlaw. . 528 

The battle of Sherra Muir, 290 

The beds of sweet roses, 8, 

The birks of Aberfeldy, . 115 

The birks of Abergeldie, 115 

The birks of Invermay, 73 

The black eagle, . . 237 

The blathrie o't, . . 34 

The blue bells of Scotland, 566 

The blue-eyed lassie, . 304 

The blythsome bridal, . 58 

The boatie rows (1st sett), 438 

The boatie rows (2d sett), 438 

The boatie rows (3d sett), 438 

The bonie banks of Ayr, 293 
The boniest lass in a' the warld. 111 

The bonny brucket lassie, 69 

The bonny Earl of Murray, 185 

The bonny grey-eyed morn, 80 

The bonie lad that's far awa', 328 
The bonie lass made the bed 

to me, . . . 460 

The bonny Scotsman, . 13 

The bonny wee thing, . 351 

The braes o' Ballochmyle, 285 

The breast knots, . . 222 

The brisk young lad, . 228 

The bridal o't, . . 278 

The broom blooms bonie, 474 

The broom of Cowdenknows, 70 

The bush aboon Traquair, 81 
The butcher boy, . .314 

The Campbells are comin', 309 

The captain's lady, . . 242 

The captive riband, . . 266 

The cardin' o't, . . 449 
The carle he came o'er the 

craft, .... 141 

The carlin of the glen, . 433 

The cherry and the slae, 478 

The collier's bony lassie, 48 

The cooper o' Cuddy, . 442 
The day returns, my bosom 

burns, .... 233 
The deil's awa' wi' th' excise- 
man, . . . . 412 
The deucks dang o'er my 

daddie, . . . 409 
The Duke of Gordon has three 

daughters, . . .431 

The Dumfries volunteers, 565 
The ewie wi' the crooked horn, 302 



The flowers of Edinburgh, 14 

The flowers of the Forest, 64 

The gaberlunzie man, . 234 
Tlie gallant weaver, . 403 

The gardener wi' his paidle, 229 
The gentle swain, . . 28 

The glancing of her apron, 437 
The Gordons has the guiding 

o't, . . . .107 
The happy marriage, . 20 

The haws of Cromdale, 502 

The Highland balou, . 486 

The Highland character, . 218 
The Highland king, . ib. 

The Highland laddie, . 22 

The Highland lassie O, . 121 
The Highland queen, . 1 

The Highland widow's lament, 514 
The Highlander's lament, 608 

The humble beggar, . 435 

The jolly beggar, . . 274 
The joyful widower, . 99 

The lass of Ecclefechan, 442 

The lass of Livingston, . 18 
The lass of Peaty's mill, . 21 
The lass that winna sit down, 476 
The last time I came o'er the 

moor, . . . . 19 
The lazy mist, . .241 

The linkin laddie, . . 246 
The lovely lass of Inverness, 414 
The lover's address to a rose- 
bud, .... 254 
The lowlands of Holland, 1 18 

The maid's complaint, . 115 
The maid gaed to the mill, 494 
The maid in bedlam, . 46 

The maid in bedlam, . 47 

The maid of Selma, . 119 

The maid's complaint, . 115 
The maid that tends the goats, 40 
The maltman, . . . 445 
The miller, . . .129 

The mill, mill, O, . . 250 
The moudiewort, . . 366 
The mucking o' Geordie's byre, 97 
The northern lass, . . 122 
Then guidwife count the law- 

in', ... 323 

Theniel Menzies' bonie Mary, 1 1 4 
The ploughman, . . 173 
The poor pedlar, . . 582 
The poor thresher, . 384 

The posie, . . .386 

The Queen o' the Lothians 

cam cruisin' to Fife, . 539 

The rain rins down, . 602 

The rantin dog the daddie o't, 286 

The rantin laddie, . . 474 

The reel o' Stumpie, . 470 
There grows a bonie brier 

bush, . . .508 

There'll never be peace till 

Jamie comes hame, . 326 

There's a youth in this city, 266 
There's my thumb, I'll ne'er 

beguile you, . . 66 
There's nae luck about the 

house, ... 44 

There's news, lasses, news, 609 
There's three gude fellows 

ayont yon glen, . . 454 

There was a bonie lass, . 606 
There was a silly shepherd 

swain, . . . 490 

There was a wee bit wiffikie, 506 

The rinaway bride, . 488 

The rowin't in her apron, 437 

The Scots recluse, . 214 

The shepherd Adonis, . 167 

The shepherd's preference, 286 

The shepherd's wife, . 372 

The siller crown, . 249 

The slave's lament, . 398 

The soger laddie, . . 334 

The song of death, . . 399 

The souters o' Selkirk, 450 

The sun in the west, . 557 
The taylor, . . .505 

The taylor fell thro' the bed, 221 

The tears I shed, . . 350 

The tears of Scotland, . 147 

The tither morn, . . 355 

The toast, . . . 12 

The turnimspike, . . 24 

The vain pursuit, . 344 

The waefu' heart, . . 252 

The wauking of the fauld, 88 

The weary pund o' tow, 362 

The wedding-day, . . 151 

The wee thing, . . 454 

The wee wee man, . 382 

The whistle, . . 324 

The white cockade, . 281 

The winter it is past, . 268 

The winter of life, . . 501 
The wren, or Lennox's love 

to Blantyre, . . 497 



The wren's nest, . . 419 
The yellow-hair'd laddie, 127 

The young Highland rover, 150 
The young laird and Edin- 
burgh Katie, . .179 
The young man's dream, 131 
This is no mine ain house, 225 
Tho' for seven years, . 522 
Thou art gane awa', . 348 
Thou art gane awa' (new sett), 348 
Thro' the wood laddie, . 161 
Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue, 548 
Tibbie Dunbar, . . 216 
Tibbie Fowler, . . 452 
Tibbie, I ha'e seen the day, 203 
'Tis nae very lang sinsyne, 569 
To a blackbird, . .198 
To daunton me, . . 190 
Todlin hame, . . 284 
To the rosebud, . . 340 
To the weaver's gin ye go, 106 
Tranent muir, . . 103 
Tullochgorum, . . 298 
Tune your fiddles, . . 209 
'Twas at the shining mid-day 

hour, .... 534 
Tweedside, ... 37 
Twine weel the plaiden, . 32 

Up and warn a', Willie, , 195 
Up in the morning early, 147 


Wae is my heart, . . 490 
Waly, waly, . . .166 
, Waly, waly (a different sett), 458 
Wantonness for ever mair, 435 
Wap at the widow, my laddie, 130 
Water parted from the sea, 39 
Wee Willie Gray, , . 530 

We'll put the sheephead in 

the pat, . . . 493 

Were na my heart light, I wad 

die, .... 126 
Wha is that at my bower door, 347 
Wha wadna be in love, . 562 
Whar Esk its silver streams, 522 
What ails the lasses at me, 556 
What can a young lassie do wi' 

an auld man, . . 327 

What's that to you, . 590 

What will I do gin my hoggie 

die, . . . . 139 

When absent from the nymph 

I love, ... 54 

When Guilford good our pilot 

stood, . . .102 

When I gaed to the mill, 521 

When I think on my lad, 570 

When I upon thy bosom lean, 214 
When she cam ben she bobbed, 364 
When the days they ave lang, 530 
Where braving angry winter's 

storms, . . . 203 

Where Helen lies, . . 163 
Where wad bonie Annie lie, 335 
Where winding Forth adorns 

the vale, . • • 149 

While hopeless, &c., . 406 

Whistle an' I'll come to you, 

my lad, . . .109 

Whistle o'er the lave o't, 258 

Why hangs that cloud ? 143 

Widow, are ye waking? . 444 
William and Margaret, . 554 
William's ghost, . . 374 

Willie a peck o' maut, 301 
Willy's rare and Willy's fair, 542 
Willy was a wanton wag, 144 

Will ye go and marry, Katie, 472 
Wilt thou be my dearie, 484 

Within a mile of Edinburgh 

town, .... 49 
Woe's my heart that we should 

sunder, . . .137 

Woo'd and married and a', 10 

Ye gods, was Strephon's pic- 
ture blest, . . . 182 
Ye Jacobites by name, . 383 
Ye Muses nine, O lend your 

aid, .... 611 
Ye're welcome, Charlie Stew- 
art, . . . _ . 485 
Yon wild mossy mountains, 340 
You ask me, charming fair, 584 
Young Damon, . . 186 

Young Jamie, pride of a' the 

plain, .... 433 
Young Jockey was the blythest 

lad, .... 297 
Young Philander, . . 230 




Ancient air, 
A Port, . 
A Scottish march, 
Auld langsyne, 
Auld Robin Gray, . 
Ay wakin', oh ! 


Battle of Harlaw, 

Bruce's address to his army, 

Cold and Raw, 
Come kiss with me. 




Donald Couper 





Fair Helen of Kirkconnell, 143 


Green grows the rashes, *138 


Hap me with thy petticoat, 130 
Hardie Knute, . . 268 
Hand awa' from me, Donald, 318 
Here's a health to him that's 

awa', .... 371 
Hey, now the day dawis, 163 

Hey, now the day dawis, 

(2d sett), . . .493 
Highland laddie, . . 410 

I kist her while she blusht, 139 
In January last, . . 396 

I wish that ye were dead, 
gudeman, . . . 366 

Jean Lindsay's port, . *377 
Joan's placket, . . 129 

Jockie's fow, and Jenny's fain, 282 
Johnie Armstrang, . . 336 
Jumpin Joan, . . 129 


Logie of Buchan, . . 337 

Long berdes hertheles, . 166 

Love will find out the way, 140 


May her blest example chace, 132 
My dearie, an' thou die, 86 


O dear minny, what shall I 

do? . . . .223 
Oh Nancy, wilt thou go with 

Oran Gaoil, 
Over the mountains. 

Ports (Highland), 


Rory Dall's Port, 






Sandie o'er the lea, 

Scots wha hae wi' Wallace 

bled, .... 
Skirving's lament. 

The auld Highland laddie, 

The auld Jew, 

The banks of Helicon, 

The day dawis. 

The day dawis, (2d sett), 

The day dawis, (3d sett). 

The flowers of the Forest, 



The Jew's dochter. 



The ploughman's whistle. 


The rain rins down, 



The souters of Selkirk, 



This is no mine ain house. 


Tune your fiddles. 





Who is at my window ? 



Willie and Annet, 






Young Philander, 







About ane bank with balmy 
be wis, . . .478 

A cock laird fu' cadgie, . 133 

A cogie of ale and a pickle 
ait meal, = . . 364 

Adieu! a heart warm fond 
adieu, . . . 620 

Adieu, ye streams that smooth- 
ly glide ... 64 

Ae day a braw wooer, . 338 

Ae fond kiss and then we 
sever, . . . 358 

A friend o' mine came here 
yestreen, . . . 422 

Aftenhae I play'd at the cards 
and the dice, . . 474 

Ah ! Chloris could I now but 
sit, . . . 67 

Ah, Mary, sweetest maid, fare- 
well, . . . 346 

Ah! sure a pair was never 
seen, . . . 23 

Ah! the poor shepherd's 
mournful fate, . . 158 

Ah ! why thus abandon' d to 
mourning and woe, . 270 

A laddie and a lassie, . 488 

A lass that was laden' d with 
care, . . . 60 

All hail to thee, thou bawmy 
bud, . . . 340 

Allan by his grief excited, 125 
All lovely on the sultry beach, 107 
Altho' I be but a country lass, 336 

Altho' my back be at the wa', 494 
Amidst a rosy bank of flowers, 186 
Ance mair I hail thee, thou 

gloomy December, . . 313 
And are ye sure the news is 

true? . . . 44 

And a' that e'er my Jenny had, 312 
And gin ye meet a bonny 

lassie, . , . 17 

And I'll o'er the moor to 

Maggy, ... 56 

And ye shall walk in silk attire 249 
An' I'll awa to bonny Tweed- 
side, . . . 580 
An' I'll kiss thee yet, yet, 201 
Anna, thy charms my bosom 

fire, .... 347 
A nobleman lived in a village 

of late, . . .384 

An' for ane and twenty Tam, 366 
An' O my Eppie, . . 290 
An thou were my ain thing, 2 
Argyll is my name, . 378 

A rose bud by my early walk, 197 
As down on Banna' s banks I 

stray'd, ... 47 

As from a rock past all relief, 3 
As I came by Loch Erroch's 

side, ... 78 

As I came down by yon castle 

wa', . . . 336 

As I came in by Auchindown, 302 
As I came o'er the Cairny 
mount, . . . 480 



As I lay on my bed on a night, 601 
As I stood by yon roofless 

tower, . . , 418 

As I was a-walking all alone, 382 
As I was a-walking onemorn- 

ing in May, , . 8 

As I was a-Wandering ae 

midsummer e'enin, . 359 
As I was walking by yon river 

side, . . .566 

As I went o'er the Highland 

hills, . . .525 

As I went out, ae May morn- 
ing, . . .340 
As I went over yon meadow, 97 
As Jamie Gay gang'd blythe 

his way, ... 15 
As late by a sodger I chanced 

to pass, , . . 277 
As o'er the Highland hills I 

hied, . . . 308 

A soldier for gallant achieve- 
ments renoun'd, . . 608 
As on an eminence I stood a- 

musing, . . 282 

As on the banks of Tweed I 

lay reclined, . . 6 

A Southland Jenny that was 

right bonie, . .318 

As over Gladsmuir's blood- 

stain'd field, . . 210 

As Patie cam up frae the 

glen, . . .396 

As Philermon and Phillis to- 
gether did walk, . . 162 
As Sylvia in a forest lay, 441 
As walking forth to view the 

plain, - . .171 

As walking forth to view the 

spring, . . , 526 

A' the lads o' Thornie bank, 164 
At Polwarth on the green, 191 
Auld Rob Morris that wins 

in yon glen, . . 200 

Auld Rob the laird o' muckle 

land, . . . 420 

Awa, Whigs, awa', . 272 

Ay waking O, waking ay 

and wearie, . . 396 

Balow, my boy, lie still and 

sleep, . . . 135 

Bannocks o' bear meal, . 489 

Behind yon hills where riv'lets 

row, . . . 600 

Beneath a green shade, a 

lovely young swain, . 93 
Beneath a green shade I fand 

a fair maid, . . 250 

Bessie's beauties shine sae 

bright, . . . 31 

Betty, early gone a-maying, G6 
Blest are the mortals above 

all, . - . . 453 
Blest as the immortal gods 

is he, . . . 41 

Blythe, blythe and merry was 

she, .... 187 
Blythe Jocky, young and gay, 30 
Blythe young Bess to Jean 

did say, ... 4 

Bonny lassie, will ye go, 1 1 5 

Bonny lassie, will ye go, 116 

Bonie wee thing, canie wee 

thing, . . .351 

Braw, braw lads o' Gala 

water, . . . 131 

Bright the moon aboon yon 

mountain, . . . 612 
Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny 

bride, . . . 65 

But lately seen in gladsome 

green, . . .501 

By a murmuring stream a fair 

shepherdess lay, . . Ill 
By Pinky House oft let me 

walk, ... 57 

By smooth winding Tay, 68 

By the delicious warmness of 

thy mouth, . . 262 

By the stream so cool and 

clear, . . . 250 

By yon castle wa' at the close 

of the day, . . 326 


Carl an the king come, . 248 
Ca' the yowes to the knowes, 273 
Cauld blaws the wind frae 

east to west, . . ] 47 

Cauld is the e'enin blast, 603 

Cease, cease my dear friend 

to explore, . . 254 

Chanticleer, wi' noisy whistle, 568 
Clarinda, mistress of my soul, 206 
Come boat me o'er, come row 

me o'er, . . .195 



Come, follow, follow, . 552 
Come, fy ! let us a' to the 

wedding, ... 58 
Come, gies a sang, Montgom- 
ery cried, . . . 298 
Come, here's to the nymph 

that I love, . . 354 

Comin thro' the craigs o' 

Kyle, . . . 338 

Comin thro' the rye, poor 

body, . - . 430 

Come, let's hae mair wine in, 1 2 

Come under my plaidy, . 550 

Could aught of song declare 

my pain, . . . 509 


Dear Myra, the captive rib- 
and's mine, . . 266 

Dear Roger, if your Jenny 
geek, • . . 17 

Deil tak the wars that hurried 
Willy frae me, . . 270 

Does haughty Gaul invasion 
threat, . . . 565 

Down the burn, and through 
the mead, . . . 101 

Dumbarton drums beat bonie 
O, . . . .169 

Farewell, thou fair day, thou 
green earth, and ye skies, 399 

Farewell to a' our Scottish 
fame, . . . 391 

Farewell to Lochaber, and 
farewell my Jean, . 96 

Farewell, ye dungeons dark 
and strong, . . 117 

Farewell, ye fields an' mea- 
dows green, . . 597 

Fate gave the word, the arrow 
sped, . . . 280 

First when Maggy was my 
care, . . . 258 

Flow gently, sweet Afton, a- 
mong thy green braes, 400 

Forbear, gentle youth, to pur- 
sue me in vain, . . 344 

For ever, fortune, wilt thou 
prove, . . . 42 

For lake o* gold she's left 
meO, . . .171 

For weel he kend the way O, 505 

Frae Dunidier as I cam 

through, . . . 528 
Frae the friends and land I 

love, .... 312 
From Roslin castle's echoing 

walls, ... 9 

Fu' fain wad 1 be Jamie's lass, 478 


Gane is the day and mirk's 

the night, . . 323 

Gat ye me, O gat ye me, 442 
Gently blaw, ye eastern 

breezes, . . .581 
Gie me a lass wi' a lump o' 

land, . . .177 

GillMoricewasan earle'sson, 212 
Gin a body meet a body, 431 

Gin I had a wee house, and a 

canty wee fire, . . 98 
Gin living worth could win 

my heart, . . . 252 
Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, 240 
Good morrow, fair mistress, 502 
Go on, sweet bird, and soothe 

my care, - . .198 
Go, plaintive sounds, . 595 
Go to Berwick, Johnny, . 534 
Grahamius notabilis coegerat 

montanos, . . .103 
Gudeen to you, kimmer, 540 


Had I a heart for falsehood 

fram'd, ... 47 

Had I the wyte, had I the 

wyte, . . . 427 

Happy's the love which meets 

return, ... 74 

Hard is the fate of him who 

loves, . . . 610 

Harken and I will tell you 

how, . . • 380 

HarkI theloudtempestshakes 

earth to its centre, . 226 
Hark ! yonder eagle lonely 

wails, . . . 237 

Have ye any pots or pans, 536 
Hear me, ye nymphs, and 

every swain, . . 81 

Hee, balou, my sweet wee 

Donald, . . .486 
Her daddie forbad, her min- 

nie forbad, . .145 



Here aw a, there awa, here 

awa, Willie, . . 58 

Here's a health to them that's 

awa, .... 425 
Here's to the king, sir, . 178 
Here's to thy health, my bonie 

lass, . . . .511 
Hersell be Highland shentle- 

man, . . . 24 

He who presum'd to guide 

the sun, . . . 115 
Hey, Donald, how Donald. 344 
Hey how, my Johnie lad, 368 
Hey ! my kitten, my kitten, 577 
Hey the bony, hey the bony, 222 
Hey the dusty miller, , 151 
Hid from himself now by the 

dawn, . . . 260 

How blest has my time been, 20 
How blythe was I each morn 

to see, ... 70 

How long and dreary is the 

night, . . .183 

How often my heart has by 

love been o'erthrown, . 482 
How pleasant the banks of the 

clear winding Devon, . 165 
How sweet is the scene at the 

dawning o' morning, . 586 
How sweet this lone vale, 588 
How sweetly smells the sim- 
mer green, . . . 61 


I am a young bachelor, win- 
some, .... .556 
I am my mammy's ae bairn, 1 10 
I care na for your een sae 

blue, .... 619 
I chanced to meet an airy 

blade, . . .504 

I coft a stane o' haslock woo, 449 
I do confess thou art sae fair, 332 
I dreara'd I lay where flowers 

were springing, . , 153 
I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen, 304 
I had a horse and I had nae 

mair, .... 193 
I hae a wife o' my ain, . 364 
I hae been at Crookieden, 342 
I hae laid a herring in saut, 253 
I'll ay ca' in by yon town, 470 
I lo'e nae a laddie but ane, 276 


I love my jovial sailor, . 404 
I married with a scolding wife, 99 
In April when primroses paint 

the sweet plain, . . 127 
In Brechin did a wabster 

dwell, . . . .541 
In comin' by the brig o' Dye, 164 
In lovely August last, . 457 
In May when the daisies ap- 
pear on the green, . 286 
In Scotland there lived a hum- 
ble beggar, . . 435 
In summer when the hay was 

maun, . • . 376 

In the hall I lay at night, 119 
In the garb of old Gaul, 218 

In winter when the rain rain'd 

cauld, . . . 258 

In yon garden fine and gay, 582 
I sing of a whistle, a whistle of 

worth, . . . 324 

It fell about the Martinmas 

time, .... 310 
It is na, Jean, thy bonnie face, 343 
It is night, I am alone, . 123 
It's up wi' the souters o' Sel- 
kirk, . . . .450 
It's whisper'd in parlour, 474 

It was a' for our rightfu' 

king, .... 513 
It was in and about the Mar- 
tinmas time, . . 230 
It was in an evening sae saft 

and sae clear, . . 113 
It was in sweet Senegal, 398 
I've been courting at a lass, 316 
I who am sore oppress'd with 

love, . . . . 154 
I will awa' wi' my love, . 175 
I winna marry ony man but 
Sandy o'er the lea, . 283 

Jamie, come try me, . 238 
Jenny's heart was frank and 

free, .... 28 

Jockey fou and Jenny fain, 395 

Jockey he came here to woo, 175 

Jockey met with Jenny fair, 62 

Jockey said to Jenny, . 62 
Jockey's ta'en the parting 

kiss, .... 589 

John Anderson, my jo, John, 269 





Keen blaws the ■wind o'er 
Donocht head, . . 388 


Landlady, count the lawin', 178 
Lang hae we parted been, 227 
Late in an evening forth I 

went, .... 328 
Leander on the bay, . 27 
Leave kindred and friends, 

sweet Betty, . . 32 

Let ithers brag weel o' their 

gear, .... 276 
Little wat ye wha's coming, 391 
Lived ance two lovers in yon 

dale, .... 616 
Look where my dear HamUla 

smiles, . . . Ill 

Lord Thomas and fair Annet, 333 
Loud blaw the frosty breezes, 150 
Louis, what reck I by thee, 427 
Love never more shall give 

me pain, ... 83 
Love's goddess in a myrtle 

grove, . . . 33 


Mourn, hapless Caledonia, 

mourn, . . .147 

My bonny Lizie Baillie, 469 
My daddy is a canker'd carle, 91 
My daddy left me gear enough, 342 
My dear and only love, I pray, 464 
My father has forty good 

shillings, . . . 463 
My Harry was a gallant gay, 218 
My heart is a breaking, dear 

titty, . . . .306 
My heart is sair, I dare na tell, 448 
My heart's in the Highlands, 268 
My heart was ance as blythe 

and free, . . .106 
My hero, my hero, my beau- 
teous, my brave, . . 332 
My Jeany and I have toil'd, 390 
My Jockey is the blithest lad, 23 
My laddie is gane far away 

o'er the plain, . . 16 
My lady's gown there's gairs 

upon't, . . . 373 

My loved Celestia is so fair, 160 
My love has forsaken me, 139 
My love she's but a lassie yet, 234 


My love was born in Aber- 
deen, . . . .281 
My love was once a bonny lad, 14 
My mither's ay glowran o'er 

me, ... . 180 
My Patie is a lover gay, 94 

My Peggy is a young thing, 88 
My Peggy's face, my Peggy's 

form, . . . .317 
My Sandy gied to me a ring, 2 1 3 
My sheep I've forsaken, . 94 
My soger laddie is over the sea, 334 
Mywife's a wanton wee thing, 226 
Musing on the roaring ocean, 187 

Nae gentle dames, tho' ne'er 

so fair, . . . 121 

No churchman am I for to 

rail and to write, . . 606 
No more my song shall be, ye 

swains, ... 1 

No repose can I discover, . 131 
Now bank and brae are 

claith'd in green, . . 537 
Now smiling Spring again 

appears, ... 28 
Now Nature hangs her 

mantle green, . . 417 
Now wat ye wha I met ye- 
streen, . . .179 
Now westlin winds and 

slaughterin' guns, . 363 


O all ye luves and groves la- 
ment, .... 408 
O an ye war dead gudeman, 421 
O as I was kist yestreen, . 330 
O ay my wife she dang me, 349 
O Bell, thy looks have kill'd 

my heart, . . . 146 
O Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, 134 
O Both well bank, thou bloom- 

estfair, . . .329 

O cam ye here the fight to 

shun, . . . .290 
O can ye labor lea, young man, 407 
O can ye sew cushions, . 436 
O cherub content, . . 326 
O dear minnie what shall I do, 243 
O dear Peggy, love's beguil- 



O dear! what can the matter be, 510 


O dinna think, bonnie lassie, 574 
O fare ye weel, my auld wife, 365 
Of a' the airts the wind can 

blaw, .... 244 
O for my aia king, quo' gude 

Wallace, . . .498 
O gae to the kye wi' me, 

Johnie, . . .142 

O Galloway Tam cam here 

to woo, . . . 336 

O gin I were fairly shot o' her, 576 
O gin my love werfe yon red 

rose, .... 614 
O gude ale comes, . . 561 
O heard ye of a silly Harper, 598 
Oh ! I am come to the low 

countrie, . . . 514 
Oh open the door. Lord Gre- 
gory, .... 5 
O how can I be blythe and 

glad, . . . . 328 
O how shall I unskilfu' try, 360 
Oh ! send Lewis Gordon hame, 87 
Oh was not I a weary wight, 90 
O I forbid you, maidens a', 423 
O I hae lost my silken snood, 32 
O John, come kiss me now, 315 
O keep ye weel frae Sir John 

Malcolm, . . .468 
O Kenmure's on an' awa', 

Willie, . . .370 

O ken ye what Meg o' the 

mill has gotten, . . 585 
O ladie, I maun lo'e thee, 320 
O Lady Mary Ann looks o'er 

the castle wa', .' . 390 
O lay thy loof in mine, lass, 593 
O leave novels, ye Mauchlin 

belles, . . .592 

O leeze me on my spinning 

wheel, . . .371 

O let me in this ae night, 320 
O Logie o' Buchan, O Logie 

the laird, . . .368 
O lovely maid, how dear's 

thy power, ... 42 
O lovely Polly Stewart, . 485 
O love, thou delights in man's 

ruin, .... 413 
O luve will venture, . 386 

O Mally's meek, Mally's 

sweet, . . . 617 

O Mary, turn awa that bonny 
face, .... 560 


O Mary, ye's be clad in silk, 605 

O May, thy morn was ne'er 
sae sweet, . . . 477 

O meikle thinks my love o' 
my beauty, . . , 322 

O merry hae I been teethen a 
heckle, ... 279 

O merry may the maid be, 129 

O mighty Nature's handy- 
work, . . .314 

O mither dear, I 'gin to fear, 133 

O Molly, Molly, my dear 
honey, . . . 132 

O mount and go, . . 242 

O my love's like a red, red 
rose, .... 415 

On a bank of flowers in a sum- 
mer day, . . . 232 

O Nannie, wilt thou gang wi' 
me, .... 33 

On a rock by seas surround- 
ed, ... . 107 

One day I heard Mary say, 92 

One morning very early, one 
morning in the Spring, 46 

One night as young Colin lay 
musing in bed, . . 151 

One night I dream'd I lay 
most easy, . . . 131 

On Etrick banks ae summer's 
night, ... 82 

O once I lov'd a bonnie lass, 570 

O sad and heavy should I 
part, .... 461 

Sandy, why leaves thou thy 
Nelly to mourn, . . 161 

O saw ye Jenny Nettles, 53 

O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie 
M'Nab, . . .346 

O saw ye my father, . 77 

O see that form that faintly 
gleams, . . . 71 

O steer her up and had her 

gaun, . . . 520 

O tell me, my bonny young 
lassie, .... 558 

O that I had ne'er been mar- 
ried, .... 613 

O that I were where Helen 
lies, .... 163 

O this is no my ain house, 225 

O turn away those cruel eyes, 604 

Our auld King Coul was a 
jolly auld soul, . . 486 




Our goodman came hame at 
e'en, . . . . 466 

Our lords are to the moun- 
tains gane, . . . 312 

Our young lady's a-hunting 
gane, .... 437 

Out over the Forth, I look to 
the North, . . . 434 

O waly, waly, up yon bank, 1 66 

O waly, waly, up yon bank,. 458 

O wat ye wha's in yon town, 471 

O weel may the boatie row, 438 

O were I able to rehearse, 302 

O were I on Parnassus' hill, 264 

O wha my babie clouts will 
buy, .... 286 

O whar did ye get that 
hauver meal bannock, . 100 

O what had I ado for to 
marry, . . .199 

O when she cam ben she bob- 
bit, .... 364 

O where and O where does 
your Highland laddie 
dwell, . . . 566 

O where hae ye been, Lord 
Ronald my son, . . 337 

O where wad bonnie Annie 
lie, . . . .335 

O whistle, an' I'll cometo you 
my lad, . . .109 

O Willie brew'd a peck o' 
maut, . . .301 

O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet 
Tibbie Dunbar, . . 216 


Pain'd with her slighting 
Jamie's love, . . 18 

Peggy, now the king's come, 248 

Powers celestial, whose pro- 
tection, . . .473 

Put the gown upon the 
bishop, . . . 462 

Quite over the mountains, 157 


Rattlin, roarin Willie, . 202 
Raving winds around her 

blowing, . . . 181 

Red gleams the sun on yon 

hill tap, . . .519 

Return hameward my heart 

again, . • . 572 

Robin is my only joe, . 492 
Robin shure in hairst, . 562 
Row saftly thou stream, . 524 
Roy's wife of Aldivalloch, 352 

Sae flaxen were her ringlets, 458 
Saw ye Johnnie cummin' quo' 

she, . . . . 10 
Saw ye my wee' thing, . 454 
Saw ye nae my Peggy, . 12 
Saw ye the thane o' meikle 

pride, . . . 594 

Scenes of woe and scenes of 

pleasure, . . . 533 
Scots wha hae wi' Wallace 

bled, . . . .596 
Se do mholla-mhoUa mholla, 274 
Sensibility how charming, 339 

my smart, . . . ■ 411 
She sat down below a thorn, 331 
She took me in and set me 

down, . . . 188 

Should auld acquaintance be 

forgot, ... 26 

Should auld acquaintance be 

forgot, . . . 426 

Simmer's a pleasant time, 222 
Since all thy vows, false maid, 207 
Since robb'd of all that 

charm'd my view, . 184 

Sir John Cope trode the north 

right far, . . .242 
Sleepy body, drousy body, 404 
Slow spreads the gloom my 

soul desires, . . 516 

Some spieks of lords, some 
, spieks of lairds, . . 367 
Speak on, speak thus and still 

my grief, . . . 137 
Stately stept he east the 

wa', .... 289 
Stay my charmer, can you 

leave me, . . • 135 
Sternwinterhasleft us, . 544 
Sun, gallop down the westlin 

skies, .... 263 
Sure my Jean is beauty's blos- 
som, .... 587 
Sweet Annie frae the sea- 
beach came, . . 85 




Sweet closes the evening on 
Craigie burn wood, . 311 

Sweetest May, let love inspire 
thee, . . . .378 

Sweet nursling of the tears of 
morning, . . . 254 

Sweet nymph of my devo- 
tion, .... 419 

Sweet sir, for your courtesie, 114 

Talk not of love, it gives me 

pain, . . . .194 
Tarry woo, O tarry woo, 45 

Tell me Jessy, tell me, . 618 
The auld man he came over 

the lea, . . .439 

The auld man's mare's dead, 500 
The auld wife heyond the fire, 446 
The blude red rose at Yule 

may blaw, . . ,190 
The bonniest lad that e'er I 

saw, .... 484 
The bonny brucket lassie, 69 

The bonny grey-eyed morn- 
ing, .... 80 
The bride cam out of the by re, 10 
The Campbells are comin', 309 
The carl he cam o'er the 

craft, . . . 141 

The Catrine woods were yel- 
low seen, . . . 285 
The Chevalier being void of 

fear, .... 103 
The collier has a daughter, 48 
The country swain that haunts 

the plain, . . .316 
The day returns, my bosom 

burns, . . . .233 
The Deil cam fiddlin thro' 

the town, . . . 412 
The deucks dang o'er my 

daddy, . , .409 

The Duke of Gordon has 

three daughters, . . 431 
The fields were green, the 

hills were gray, . . 29 
The gloomy night is gath'ring 

fast, . . . .293 
The gypsies cam to our gude 

lord's yett, . . 189 

The king sits in Dunfermline 

toune, . . . 496 

The lass of Peaty 's Mill, . 21 


The last time I came o'er the 

moor, .... 19 
The Lawland lads think they 

are fine, ... 22 
The Lawland maids gang 

trig and fine, . . 23 
The lazy mist hangs from the 

brow of the hill, . . 241 
The love that I hae chosen, 1 18 
The lovely lass of Inverness, 414 
The maid's gane to the mill 

by night, . . . 494 
The maltman comes on Mon- 

onday, . . . 445 

The meal was dear short 

syne, . . . 238 

The moon had climb'd the 

highest hill, . , 38 

The morn was fair, saft was 

the air, . , . 220 

The night her silent sable 

wore, .... 84 
The night is my departing 

night, . . . ,620 
The noble Maxwells and 

their powers, . , 375 

The nymphs and shepherds 

are met on the green, . 574 
The ploughman he's a bonie 

lad, . . . , 173 
The queen o' the Lothians 

cam cruisin to Fife, . 539 
The pawkie auld carl came 

over the lea, , . 234 

The rain rins down thro' 

Merryland toune, . 602 

The robin came to the wren's 

nest 419 

There came a ghost to Mar- 
garet's door, . . 374 
There came a young man to 

my daddie's door, , 228 

There grows a bonie brier 

bush, . , , , 508 
There lived a carl in Kelly- 
burn braes, . , , 392 
There liv'd a man in yonder 

glen, , . , ,376 
There liv'd a wife in our gate 

end, .... 306 
There Nancy's to the green- 
wood gane, . , . 50 
There's a youth in this city, 

it were a pity, , . 266 



There's cauld kail in Aber- 
deen, .... 170 
There's fouth of braw Jockies 

and Jennies, . . 462 

There's news, lasses, news, 609 
There's nought but care on 

every hand, . . 78 

There's three gude-fellows, 454 
There was a battle in the 

north, . . .375 

There was a bonie lass, . 606 
There was an auld wife had a 

wee pickle tow, . . 430 
There was anee a may, . 126 
There was a jolly beggar, 274 
There was a lass, they ca'd her 

Meg, . . . .156 
There was a noble lady, . 582 
There was a silly shepherd 

swain, . . . 4S0 

There was a wee bit wiifikie, 506 
There was a wife wonn'd in 

Cockpen, . . . 358 
The shepherd Adonis, . 167 
The shepherd's wife cries o'er 

tbeknowe, . . . 372 
The silver moon's enamour'd 

beams, ... 36 

The smiling morn, the breath- 
ing spring, ... 73 
The smiling plains profusely 

gay, . ._ . .213 
The smiling spring comes in 

rejoicing, . . .401 
The spring time returns, . 246 
The sun in the west, . 537 

The tailor fell thro' the bed, 

thimble ana', . . 221 
The tears I shed must ever 

fall, .... 350 
The Thames flows proudly, 305 
The tither morn when I for- 
lorn, .... 355 
The weary pund, the weary 

pund, .... 362 
The widow can bake, . 130 
The winter it is past, . 208 
The wren scho lyes in care's 

bed, . . . _ . 497 
The yellow hair'd laddie sat 

on yon burn brae, . 128 

They say that Jocky '11 speed 
weelo't, . . .278 


Thickest night, surround my 

dwelling, . . . 138 
Tho' cruel fate should bid us 

part, .... 122 
Tho' for seven years and 

mair, . . . 522 

Thou art gane awa, thou art 

gane awa, . . . 348 
Thou ling'ring star, with 

less'ning ray, . . 288 
Though distant far from 

Jessy's charms, . 72 

Tho' women's minds like win- 
ter winds, . . . 300 
Thy cheek is 0' the rose's hue, 548 
Thy praise I'll ever celebrate, 274 
Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, 452 
Tibbie, I hae seen the day, 203 
'Tis nae very lang sinsyne, 569 
To fly like bird from grove to 

grove, ... 25 

To me what are riches en- 

cumber'd with care, . 174 
Twa bonie lads were Sandy 

and Jockey, . . 292 

'Twas at the hour of dark 

midnight, . . .214 
'Twas at the shining midday 

hour, . . . _ 334 

'Twas at the silent solemn 

hour, .... 534 
'Twas in that season of the 

year, .... 9 

'Twas on a Monday morning, 440 
'Twas past ane o'clock in a 

cold frosty morning, . 236 
'Twas summer and softly the 

breezes, . . . 332 

'Twas within a mile of Edin- 
burgh town, . . 49 
Tune your fiddles, tune them 

sweetly, . . .208 

Turn again, thou fair Eliza, 378 


Ullin, Carril and Ryno, . 265 

Up amang yon cliffy rocks, 40 

Up and warn a' Willie, . 195 

Up wi' the carls of Dysart, 405 


Wae is my heart, and the 
tear's in my e'e, . . 490 



Waes me that e'er I made 

your bed, . . . 246 
Wantonness for ever mair, 433 
Wap and rovy, wap and row, 470 
Water parted from the sea, 39 
Weary fa' you, Dancan Gray, 168 
Wee Willie Gray, . . 530 
We'll hide the cooper behind 

the door, . . . 442 
Well, I agree, ye're sure o' me, 176 
We'll put the sheep-head in 

the pat, . . .493 

Were I assured you'd constant 

prove, . • . . 257 
Wha is that at my chamber 

door, .... 444 
Whare are ye gaun my bony 

lass, .... 298 
Whare Esk its silver current 

leads, . . .522 

Whare hae ye been sae braw, 

lad, . . . _ . 302 
Whare live ye, my bonie lass, 372 
Whar hae ye been a' day, my 

boy Tammy, . - 518 

Wha's that at my bower door, 347 
What beauties does Flora dis- 
close, .... 37 
What can a young lassie, 327 
What numbers shall the 

Muse repeat, . . 43 

What think ye o' the scorn- 

fu' quine, . . . 476 
What will I do gin my hog- 

gie die, . . . 139 

What words, dear Nancy, will 

prevail, . . .140 

Wha wadna be in love wi' 

bonny Maggy Lauder, . 562 
When absent from the nymph 

I love, ... 54 

When, dear Evan the, we were 

young, . . . 394 

When first I came to be a 

man, .... 294 
When first my brave Jolinie 

lad, . . . .319 
When first my dear laddie 

g-aed to the green hill, . 128 
When Frennet castle's ivy'd 

wall, • ... 296 
When Guilford good our pilot 

stood, . . .102 


When I gaed to the mill my 

lane, . . . . 321 
When I have asixpence under 

my thumb, . . . 284 

When I think on my lad, 570 
When I think on this warld's 

pelf, .... 34 
When I upon thy bosom lean, 214 
When I was a young lad my 

fortune was bad, . 332 

When Januar wind was blaw- 

ing, .... 460 
When merry hearts were gay, 261 
When rosy May comes in wi' 

flowers, . . . 229 

When summer comes, the 

swains on Tweed, . 71 

When the days they are 

lang, . . . .530 

When the sheep are in the 

fauld, . . .256 

When trees did bud, and 

fields were green, . 73 

When west winds did blow, 217 
Where braving angry win- 
ter's storms, . . 203 
Where Cart rins rowin to the 

sea, .... 403 
Wherefore sighing art thou 

Phillis, . . .473 

Where waving pines salute 

the skies, . . . 205 
Where winding Forth adorns 

the vale, . . .149 
While fops in saft Italian 

verse, ... 34 

While hopeless and almost 

reduced to despair, . 406 
While some for pleasure 

pawn their health, . 89 

Why hangs that cloud upon 

thy brow, . . . 143 

Willie was a wanton wag, 144 
Willie Wastle dwalt on 

Tweed, . . .389 

Wilt thou be my dearie, . 484 
Will ye gang o'er the lea-rig, 50 
Will ye go and marry, Katie, 472 
Will ye go to the ewe-bughts, 

Marion, ... 86 

Will ye go to the Highlands, 

Leezie Lindsay, . . 446 
Willy's rare and Willy's fair, 542 


Page Page 

With broken words and Ye rivers so limpid and clear, 191 

downcast eyes, . . 137 Ye sylvan pow'rs that rule 

the plain, ... 76 

Y Ye watchful guardians of the 

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Fair, .... 302 

Down, . . . 387 Yon wild mossy mountains, 340 

Ye gales that gently wave the You ask me, charming fair, 584 

sea, . . • 13 Young Jamie pride of a' the 

Ye gallants bright I red you plain, . . . 433 

right, . . . 224 Young Jockie was the blyth- 

Ye gods was Strephon's pic- est lad, . . . . 297 

ture blest, . . .182 Young Peggy blooms our 

Ye Highlands and ye Law- boniest lass, . , 79 

lands, . . . 185 Young Philander woo'd me 

Ye Jacobites by name give an lang, .... 230 

ear, .... 383 Yousing of our goodmanfrae 

Ye Muses nine, O lend your hame, . . . 614 

aid, .... 1 

Ye Muses nine, O lend your 

aid, ^.... 611 



or THE 






A cock laird fu' cadgie, . 137 
Ae day a braw wooer came 

down the lang glen, , 461 
Ae simmer night, on Logan 

braes, ... 42 
Ah ! my love ! leif me not, 93 
Alas, my son, you little know, 101 
All health be round Balcarras' 

board, . . . *128 

And from home I wou'd be, *387 
As I came in by Fisherrow, 122 
As I stood by yon roofless 

As I went forth to view the 

As Sylvia in a forest lay. 
As the gentle turtle-dove, 
Astrea, why so pale and sad, *1 19 
At gloamin, if my lane I be, 53 
At setting day and rising 

morn, . . . 433 

Awake, my love, with genial 

ray, ... 80 


Balow, my boy, lie still and 

sleep, . . 124 

Behind yon hills where Lugar 

flows, . . 91 

Behold, my love, how green 

the groves, . . 79 

Be lordly, lassie, be lordly, 504 
Blink o'er the burn, sweet 

Betty, . . 33 

Bonny Peggy Ramsay, 304 

Born with too much fickle- 
ness, &c. . . "401 

Born with too much sensibili- 
ty, &c. . . *400 

Braw, braw lads of Gala 
Water, . . 121 

Bra', bra' lads o' Gala Wa- 
ter, .... *408 

But are ye sure the news is 
true, . . . *117 

By Logan's streams that rin 
sae deep, . . ' 42 

Can I cease to care ? . 207 
Canst thou leave me thus, 

my Katy ? . . 145 

Ca' the yowes to the knowes, 248 
Cauld kale in Aberdeen, 150 

Come all ye souls devoid of 

art, . . 424 

Come, gie's a sang, Mont- 
gomery cry'd, . 283 
Come, take your glass, the 

northern lass, . . 118 
Cope sent a challenge frae 
Dunbar, . . 220 


Dead as a door-nail, . *146 
Dear Oswald, could my verse 

as smoothly flow, . *406 
Declare, ye banks of Helicon, 408 


Did ever swain a nymph 
adore, . . . *447 

Donald Couper and his man, 316 

Down in yon meadow a cou- 
ple did tarrie, , . 181 

Duncan Gray cam here to 
woo, . . 148 

Dusty was his coat, . *207 

Every day my wife tells me, 305 
Ewie wi' the crooked horn, *412 


Farewell, thou fair day, thou 
green earth, and ye skies, 354 

Father, she said, you have 
done me wrang, . *388 

Fiddle strings are dear, laddie, 49 1 

Forlorn, my love, no comfort 
near, . . .303 

Frae Dunideir as I cam 
through, . . 447 

From the chase in the moun- 
tain, . . .170 


Gil Morice was an erle's son, 193 
Gin ye meet a bonnie lassie, 16 
Go, go, go — Go to Berwick, 

Johnny, . . 459 

Good- night, and joy be wi' 

ye a', . . . 512 

Great William of Nassau, 

who saved us from Rome, 13 

Had I the power as I've the 

will, . . .415 

Had we never loved sae 

kindly, . . . *370 
Hame, hame, hame, &c. *386 
Hark! now the drums beat 

up again, . . 64 

Hark ! the mavis' evening 

sang, . . . 249 

Harmonious pipe, how I en- 

vye thy bliss, . . *202 
Have you any laws to mend, *402 
He courted her kindly, , *432 
Hee, balow, my sweet wee 

Donald, . . 417 

Her daddy forbad, her minny 

forbad, . . *207 

Here awa, there awa, wan- 
dering Willie, . 60 
Here is the glen, and here 

the bower, . . 14 

Here's a health to him that's 

away, . . 371 

Here's a health to them that's 

awa, . . 372 

Hey for bobbing John, . 474 
Hey, now the day dawis, 163 

Hech hey ! Robin, quo' she, 422 
Hoo are ye kimmer, . *315 

How can I be sad on my 

wedding day, . . 136 
How happy is the rural 

clown, . . 237 

Husband, husband, cease 
your strife, . ^ 112 


lanthe lovely, the joy of her 

swain, . .108 

I do confess thou'rt smooth- 

and fair, . . 309 

I feed a lad at Roodmass, 358 
If those who live in shep- 
herds' bowers, . . 79 
If thou'lt play me fair play, 413 
I ha'e a cow, I ha'e a calf, *412 
I hae a wife o' my ain, . 326 
I hae layen three herring in 

saut, . . 229 

I'll clip, quo' she, yere lang 

gi-ey wing, . . 81 

I'll gang nae mair to yon 

town, . . 403 

I'll hap ye wi' my petticoat, 130 
I'll rowe thee o'er the lea rig, 53 
I'm o'er young to marry yet, 110 
I'm vrearing awa, Jean, . 168 
In figure, in feature, and 

powers of mind, . *196 

In January last, . 396 

I saw three ladies fair, . 369 
I see a form, I see a face, 209 
It fell about the month of 

June, . . *300 

I've heard them lilting at the 

ewe-milking, . . 67 

I've heard them lilting, *146 

I've seen the smiling of for- 
tune beguUing, . 65 
I was born near four miles, 
&c. ... *316 


I will awa' wi' my luve, 162 My wife's a wanton wee 

I will away, . . 219 thing, . . . 211 

I wish I were where Helen My wife's a winsome wee 

lies, ... 143 thing, . . . 211 
I wish I war where Eelin 

lies, . . . *210 N. 

I met four chaps yon birks Nancy's to the Assembly 

amaug, , . . 435 gone, . . . *124 

It was in and about the Mar- No wonder that Apollo left, *134 

tinmas, . . . *451 

I wish that you were dead, O. 

goodman, . , 366 O Brother Sandie, hear ye 

the news? . . 12 

J. O dear, minny, what shall I 

Joan, quod John, when wyll do ? . . . , 223 

this be ? . . . 228 O fair maid, &c., . . *326 

Jockey's fou, and Jenny's O far-famed Rab ! my silly 

fain, ... 282 muse, . . . *294 

John Anderson, my jo, cum O gin my love were yon red 

in as ye gae by, . 243 rose, . . , 507 

John, come kiss me now, 298 Oh, Nancy, wilt thou go with 

with me, . . 30 

K. O ken ye what Meg o' the 

Ken ye wha supped Bessy's mill has gotten ? . 489 

haggles ? . . 28 O let us swim in blood of 

King, Lords and Commons, * 193 grapes, . . . 169 

O Logan, sweetly didst thou 

L. glide, ... 43 

Last May a braw wooer cam O Logie of Buchan, O Logic 

doun the lang glen, . 462 the laird, . . 337 

Listen here awhile, a story I O lassie, art thou sleeping 

will tell, . . *384 yet? . . _ . 302 
Lived ance twa luvers in yon O my bonnie, bonnie High- 
dale, . . . 395 land laddie, . . 410 
Lizae Baillie's to Gartartan On the blythe Beltane, . *515 

gane, . . , 402 On Tweedside dwells a gal- 
Long berdes hertheles, . 166 lant swain, . . , 524 
Look behind and you shall O, open the door, love Gre- 

see, . . . *127 gory, . . . *107 

Look up to Pentland's tow'r- swiftly glides the bonny 

ing tap, . . . 16 boat, . . . *444 

O the ewe-bughting's bon- 

M. nie, . . . *201 

May her blest example chase, 132 O, this is no my ain house, 208 

My daddie's a delver of O, this is no my ain house, 210 

dykes, ... 99 Out o'er yon moss, out o'er 

for yon muir, . . *408 

93 Over the mountains, and un- 

My luve murnis for me, 

My luve's in Germany, send der the caves, . 140 

him harae. 
My mother sent me to 

My sweetest May, let 

incline thee, 

344 O waly! waly! love is bonnie, 147 

the O were my love yon violet 

421 sweet, . . . 538 

love O wha for honest poverty, 283 

486 O wha is she that lo'es me, 134 


O whar hae ye been a' day, *364 
O when shall I be married, 401 
O where hae ye been. Lord 

Randal, my son, . 312 

O whistle, and I'll come to 

you, my lad, . . 109 
O Willie, weel I mind I lent 

you my hand, . . 32 

Peace, wayward barne, *204 

Peggy in devotion, . 363 

Pray, came you here the 

fight to shun? . 271 

Put up thy dagger, Jamie, *303 

Returning spring, with glad- 
some ray, . . *366 

Sawney was tall and of noble 

race, ... 96 

Saw ye my Maggie, . 8 

Scots wha hae wi' Wallace 

bled, ... 493 

See where the Forth, &c. -*296 
Should auld acquaintance be 

forgot, . . . 373 
Should auld acquaintance, &c.*440 
Since cruel hearted fate, *133 
Sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou, 

fairest creature, . 247 

Some speiks of lords, some 

speiks of lairds, . 333 

Stay, my Willie, yet believe 

me, . . . 145 

Streams that glide in orient 

plains, . . . 133 
Sweet fa's the eve on Craigie- 

burn, ... 293 


The canons roar and trum- 
pets sound, . . 411 
The cantie spring scarce 

rear'd her head, . 477 

The cock's at the crawing, *216 
The cold Winter it is past, *466 
The collier has a daughter, 32 
The Coopers they came, . 410 
The Elphin Knight sits on 
yon hill, . . 63 


The first day I landed, . *314 
The grass had nae freedom o' 

growing, . . 6 

The lovely moon had climbed 

the hill, ... 39 

The mucking o' Geordie's 

byre, . . . 100 

The nine pint bicker's fa'n, 

&c. . . . *392 

Then Jockey wou'd a wooing 

away, . . . 160 

The ploughman he's a bony 

lad, . . .138 

The rain rins down through 

merry Lincoln, . 300 

The rain rins doon through 

Mirryland toun, . 303 

The reek it rose, and the 

flame it flew, . . 279 
There is not a tailor in all 

London town, . . *461 
There's a rose in Kenmore's 

cap, Willie, . . 339 

There's auld Rob Morris, 

that wons in yon glen, 183 

There's braw, braw lads on 

Yarrow braes, . 121 

There's cauld kail in Aber- 
deen, . . . 151 
There's nae luck about the 

house, ... 49 

There was a lass dwelt in the 

north, . . . 397 

There was a lass, they ca'd 

her Meg, . . 139 

There was a knight and he 

was young, . . 420 

There was an auld man was 

handing his plow, . 350 
There was a pretty may, and 

a milkin' she went, . 345 
The snows are dissolving on 

Torno's wild shore, . 348 
The sun is sunk, the day is 

done, .... 339 
The winter it is past, . 188 
Thickest night surrounds my 

dwelling, . . 126 

Thy braes were bonny. Yar- 
row stream, . . 464 
Thou hast left me ever, 

Jamie, ... 6 

Thy restless father roam? 
once more, . . *194 



Tillielute, tillielute, &c. *109 
To daunton me, to daunton 

me, . . . 176 

To your arms, to your arms, 

my bonny Highland lads, 10 
Tune your fiddles, tune them 

sweetly, . . . 190 
'Twas even — the dewy fields 

were green, . . 25 

'Twas even — the dewy fields 

were green, . . 260 

'Twas na her bonnie blue een 

was ray ruin, . . 212 

Up and war them a', Willie, 179 
Up wi' the souters o' Selkirk, 390 

Wee Totum Fogg, . 455 

Weel may we a' be, . 167 
We'll put the sheep-head in 

the pat, . . . 353 
We're a' dry wi' drinking o't, 82 
Were I but able to rehearse, 287 
Whan winter's wind was 

blawing cauld, . 398 

What merriment has ta'en the 

Whigs, . . . *455 
When absent from the nymph 

I love, ... 56 

When first my dear Johnny 

came to this toun, . 301 
When first she cam to toun, •*299 
When I sleep I dream, . 206 
When I think on this warld's 

pelf, ... 32 


When I was in my se'en- 
teenth year, . . 27 

When Maggie and I were 
acquaint, . . 36 

When merry hearts were gay, 239 

When Phoebus bright the 
azure skies, . . 203 

When silent Time, with light- 
ly foot, . . .521 

When steeds were saddled, *319 

When the sheep are in the 
fauld, ... 233 

When white was my o'erlay,* 317 

When wild war's deadly blast 
was blawn, . . 226 

When you came over first frae 
France, . . . 11 

Where got'st thou that haver- 
mill bonack, . . 102 

Who is at my window, who, 
who, . . . 498 

Why tarries my love, . *311 


Ye banks, and braes, and 

streams around, . 153 

Ye'll bring me here a pint of 

wine, . . , *305 

Ye Lothian lairds, in sable 

weeds, . . . '192 

You have heard of our sweet 

little races at Kelso, . 529 
Young Philander woo'd me 

lang, ... 214 

Young Randal was a bonny 

lad, . . . . '465 
You will think it, my duck, 

for the fault I must own, 20 



[*^* The Names of the Scotish Lyric Poets, specimens of vihose Songs 
are contained in the Musical Museum., are printed in Capital Letters.'} 


Abeli, John, of the Chapel Royal, 

133, 135. 
Aberdeen Cantus ; a Collection of 

Songs, &c., 1662, 1666, and 

1682, 140. See also Introduc- 
Adams, Jean, (^Died 1763,) 46, 

*117, *398. 
Aird's Musical Collections for the 

Violin, 403,423. 
Anderson, John, music engraver, 

Edinburgh, (^Alive 1839,) 485, 

487, 327. 
Anderson, Thomas, piper in Kelso, 

Armstrong, John, old ballad, and 

historical notices, 327, 333. 
Arne, Thomas Augustine, Mus. 

Doct., song by, 40. 
Austin Adam, M.D., (-B. 1726? 

B. 1774,) 133, *214, *466. 
Aytoun, Sir Robert, {B. 1570, 

D. 1638,) 308, *363. 

Baillie, Lady Grisell, (B. 1665, 

n. 1746,) 119, *200. 
Baillie, Miss Joanna *317, *443, 

*444, 539. 
Bakclay, Rev. John, (B. 1734, 

n. 1798,) 271, *322, 

Barnard, Lady Ann, vide Lindsay. 
Barrett, John, organist, 319. 
Battishill, Jonathan, 34. 
Beattie, James, D.D., (B. 1735, 

Z>. 1803,) 45, 108. 
Berg, Mr, 14. 
Berwick, Friars of, an old Scotish 

poem, attributed to Dunbar, 292. 
Biggar, Dissenting clergyman at, 

song attributed to, 360, 
Binning, Charles Hamilton, Lord, 

(J5. 1696, D. 1732,) *447. 
Birnie, Patrick, fiddler at King- 
horn, (F/ow. 1700,) 427, *461. 
Blacklock, Thomas, D. D., (B. 

1721, JD. 1791,) 94, 119, 127, 

137, 141, 159, 171, 177, *199, 

211, 230, 276, 317, 321, 352, 

414, •433. 
Blamire, Miss, of Carlisle, (Died 

1793, aged about 36, not 49, as 

stated at p. 521.) 
Border Bag-pipers, Notices of 

BoswELL, Sir Alexander, of 

Auchinleck, Bart., (B. 1775, D, 

1822,) 435, 466,512,518. 
Boswell, James, of Auchinleck, 

Bothwell, Lady Ann, '203. 
Brash, James, bookseller, Glasgow, 



Bremner, Robert, musician, 110, 
313, 336, 349. 

Bruce, John, musician, Dumfries, 
109, 236, *410. 

Bruce, Michael, (5. 1746, Z). 1767,) 

BRYCEjRev. Alexander, (5. 171 4, 
D. 1786,) *76, *137, *138. 

Buchan, Peter, Gleanings of Bal- 
lads, quoted *381, *461. 

Burn, Minstrel, a Border poet and 
musician, 203, *298. 

Burn, Nicol, a Roman Catholic 
priest, *298. 

Burns, Robert, (5. 1759, JD. 
1796,) 5, 14, 25, 43, 60, 79, 83, 
91, 102-105, 107, 109-118, 
121, 123, 126, 131, 134, 135, 
137, 139, 142, 145-148, 157, 
158,166, 170-185, 202, 206-221, 
224, 226, 236, 241-248, 253, 
258,262, 274,275, 280,284-287, 
290, 291, 295,296,300, &c. &c. 
&c. passim. 

Byrd, William, organist, 300. 

Cameron, Rev. William, (B. 

1751, Z). 1811,) 291, *324. 
Campbell, Alexander, 250, 508. 
' Albyn's Anthology, quot- 
ed passim. 
. Extract from M.S. 

Journal, *378. 
Campbell, Thomas, (Alive 1839,) 

445, 515. 
Carey, David, (B. 1782, D. 

1824,) song by, 441, 514. 
Carnegie, James, of Balnamoon, 

Song attributed to, *140. 
Carter, Thomas, 30. 
Cassillis, Earl of. Letter on the 

Death of his Lady, in 1642, 

Chalmers, Alexander, Biographical 

Dictionary, quoted *304, *308. 
Chalmers, George, edition of Allan 

Ramsay's Poems, 170, *319. 
Chalmers, James, account of 

Hamilton of Bangour, *293. 
Chambers, Robert, song of Young 

Randal, *465. 

Scottish Songs, quoted 

passim in Addit. Illust. 

Chambers' Biographical Dictionary, 

quoted 137, 516. 
edition of Burns, quoted 

Chappell's National English Airs, 

quoted *207. 
Clarinda, Mrs M'Lehose, vide 

M'Lehose, Mrs, 
Burns's Letters to, 221, 

Clarke, Jeremiah, organist, Lon- 
don, 83, 84, 483. 
Clark, Stephen, organist, Edin- 
burgh, 127, 184, 185, 346, 393, 

401, 434, 472, 480, 481. 
Clark, William, organist, Edin- 
burgh, 167, 495. 
Cleland, Lieut.-Col. William, 316, 

Clerk, Sir John, of Penicuik, 

Bart., (B. 1680 ? Z). 1755,) 120, 

*201, *202. 
Clunie, Rev. John, (B. 1757, D. 

1819,) 251. 
CocKBURN, Alicia Rutherford, 

Mrs, 149, 150, * 122, *130, *399- 

Cockburn, Catharine Trotter, Mrs, 

Cockburn, Catharine Rutherford, 

Mrs, 149, 150, '127, *149. 
Cooper, Isaac, musician, Banff, 496. 
Corbet, Miss Grace, 504. 
CoupER, Robert, M.D.,(B. 1750, 

i>. 1818,) 440, 513. 
Craig, Adam, musician, Edinburgh, 

Craig, Agnes, vide M'Lehose, Mrs. 
Cranstoun, Helen Darcy, vide 

Stewart, Mrs Dugald, 
Crawfurd, Patrick, of Auchinames, 

Crawfurd, Robert, (B. 1 695 ? 

D. 1733,) 36, 45, 74, 78, 85, 

Crawfurd, William, [Robert] vide 

Crokat, James, 222. 
Crokat, Mrs, 222. 
Cromek, R. H., Reliques of Burns, 

quoted passion. 
. Remains of Nithsdale and 

Galloway Song, 350, 352, 358, 

392, 419, 437. 



Gumming, Angus, of Granton, 78, 

252, 485. 
Cunningham, Allan, (Alivel839,) 

82, *116, *144, *382, *385, 

*439, *456. 
Cunningham, John, 34. 
Cunningham, Peter, Collection of 

Songs, 539. 
Currie, Dr, edition of Burns's 

Works, quoted passim. 


Dale's Collection of Scots Songs, 
81, 151. 

Dalrymple (Sir D.) Lord Hailes, 
Letter respecting the ballad 
" Argyle's Levee," *445. 

Dalrymple, Sir Hew, of North Ber- 
wick, *127. 

Dalyell, Sir John G., communica- 
tion respecting Mr Graham of 
Gartmore, 521. 

Dauney, William, Ancient Scotish 
Melodies, from Skene's MS., 
*110, *395, *403. 

Dick, Lady, of Prestonfield, 523- 

Douglas, Reverend Robert, *218, 

Drummond, Miss Jean, afterwards 
Duchess of Athole, 153, *214. 

Dowland, John, 468, 499. 

Dudgeon, Robert, 40, *395. 

Dudgeon, William, (i9. 1753?!). 
1813,) 40, *395, *397. 

Duncan Gray, vide Gray. 

Dunbar, William, the Scotish poet, 

Durfey, Thomas, 246, 394, 490. 
Pills to Purge Melancholy, 

([notedi j)assim. 


Ebdon, Thomas, organist, Dur- 
ham, 498. 

Eglinton, Susanna, Countess of, 

Elliot, Sir Gilbert, of Minto, 
Bart. (JS. 1722, D. nil,) 96, 
148, 201, *140, '211, *295, 
*296, *297. 

Elliot, Miss Jane, of Minto, (iS. 
1727, D. 1805,) 67, *130-'132. 

Erskine, Honourable Andrew, 

{B. 1739? D. 1793,) 490,528. 
Erskine, Major-Gen. Sir Henry, 

Bart., (B. 1720? D. 1765,) 202, 

Erskine, Honourable Henry, 532. 
Ewen, John, merchant, Aberdeen, 

(S. 1741, D. 1821,) *3b0, 


Falconer, William, {B. 1730, 

D. 1769,) 199, *293. 
Fergus, Mr, organist, Glasgow, 454. 
Fergusson, Robert, {B. 1750, D. 

1774,) 53, 121, 133, 173, 399, 

*450, *45I. 
Finlay's (John) Scottish Ballads, 

quoted, *457. 
Forbes, Duncan, of CuUoden, 

Lord President, {B. 1684, D. 

1747,) 34, 70, 111, *133, *320. 
Forbes, Rev. John, *461. 
Fordyce, David, 217, *304. 
FoRDYCE, James, D.D.,(fi. 1720? 

D. 1796,) 217, *304. 
Forsyth's (Walter) Border Pipers, 

Eraser, Thomas, musician, 5, 6. 
Eraser's (Captain) Collection of 

Gaelic Airs, 136, 209, 255. 
Freebairn, Mr, his Eloge d'Ecosse, 

quoted *399. 


G, (B,)songby,*220. /,w 

Gall, Richard, (S. 1766, D. 
1801,) 443, 457, 460-466, 472, a''' 
473, 48^-489, 5rS.. _ _ ^ 

Gay, John, Songs to Scottish Airs, 
in his Beggar's Opera, 52. 

Geddes, Alexander, D.D., {B. 
1737, D. 1802,) 90, 432, *463. 

Geddes, Rev. William, Saint's Re- 
creations, 93, 91<. 

Gilderoy, aHighlandfreebooter, 71, 
*320. .- 

Gleig's, Rev. G. R., History of 
England, quoted *207. _ 

Glover, Jean, (fi. 1758, D. 
1801,) 313, *365. 

Good's ( Dr Mason) Life of Geddes, 
quoted ■'463, 



Gordon, Alexander, Fourth Duke 

OF, {B. 1743, i>. 1827,) 152, 

Gordon, Sir Robert, of Straloch, 

his MS. Lute Book, 1627, *105, 

138-»140, *215, *333. 
Gow, Neil, musician, 241, 
Neil and Nathaniel, Musical 

Collections, quoted passim. 
Graham, Dougal, {B. 1724? D. 

1779,) *110, *111. 
Graham, George Farquhar, Esq. 

Old Airs harmonized or decy- 

phered by, *139, "371, *376, 

=^377, *408, 534. 
Graham, James, British Georgics, 

quoted 242. 
Graham, Miss Jenny, of Dumfries, 

(B. ]72i,I). 1805,) 101, "Ul- 

n44, *408. 
Graham, Robert, of Gartmore, (B. 

1750, n. 1797,) 473, 521. 
Gray, Duncan, 148. 
Green, Maurice, 88. 
Gregg, James, teacher of dancing, 

Ayrshire, 484. 
Grant, Mrs, of Carron. afterwards 

Mrs Dr Murray, of Bath, (B. 

1744?1>. 1814?)320,*368,*369. 
Grant, Mrs Anne, of Laggan, {B. 

1755, B. 1838,) 527. 
Gunn, John, on the Harp, quoted 

*373, *377. 


Hackston, schoolmaster, *385. 

Halket, Sir Alexander, of Pitferran, 
*133, *320, 

Halket, Elizabeth, vide Ward- 
law, Lady. 

Halket, George, *381. 

Hamilton, Janet, (Mrs Moore,) 
19, 20. 

Halley, George, Account of the 
Murrays of Tullibardine,''222. 

Hamilton, John, musicseller, 
Edinburgh, (jB. 1761, D. 1814,) 
459, 485, 496, 506, 310, 537. 

Hamilton, Lord William, Lament 
for his Death, *135. 

Hamilton, William, of Bangour, 
(B. 1704, D. 1754,) 128, 140, 
171, 192, 488, 492,*293. 

Hamilton, Capt. William, of 
Gilbertfield,(5J680?i). 1731,) 
•135, *205, *206, *444. 

Hardyknute, 263, *319, 

Hastie, John, Border piper, *379. 

Hastie, Robert, town piper of Jed- 
burgh, 335, *379. 

Haydn, Joseph, Mus. Doct. 121. 

Herd, David, Collection of Scot- 
tish Sqpgs and Ballads, quoted 

Hewitt, Richard, 5, *108. 

Hilton's Northern Catch, 1632, 
quoted 133. 

Hoadley, John, LL.D,, 89. 

Hogg's Jacobite Relics, quoted j9as- 

Home, Miss Anne, vide Hunter, 

Home, Grisell, vide Baillie, Lady 

Home, John, 456. 

Howard, Samuel, Mus. Doct. 432, 

Hugh of Lincoln, Ballads respect- 
ing, *490, 535. 

Hunter, Anne Home, Mrs, (B. 
1742, D. 1821,) 67, *132, •133. 


Inglis, Mrs Richmond, *297. 

James the Fifth, King of Scot- 
land, (^. 1511, J>. 1542,) 216, 

Jamieson, Robert, Popular Ballads 
and Songs, 469, 474, 500. 

Jeffi-eys, Mr, 520, 

Jenny Nettles, tradition respecting, 

Johnson, Charles, 488. 

Johnson, James, publisher of the 
Scots Musical Museum, 274, 

Johnson, Mr, 313. 

Johnston, Miss, of Hilton, after- 
wards Mrs Oswald, *318. 


Keith, Anne Murray, (B. 1736, 
jD. 1818,) 73, *129, *136. 



Keith, Sir Robert Murray, Bart., 

(J5. 1732,^. 1795,) *300,*302. 
Kenmure, Gordon, Viscount of, 

Kellie, Thomas Alexander, Earl of, 

Kennedy, Professor Herbert, 107, 

Kennedy, Susanna, vide Eglinton, 

Countess of. 
Kintore, Countess of, *307. 
Kirkconnell, Helen of, tradition 

respecting, *209, *211. 
Knyvett, William, 37G. 


LapUaik, John, {B. 1717, D. 
1807,) 200, 202, *294, *297. 

Lawries of Maxwelton, *362. 

Learmont, John, {B. 1765? D. 
1810,) 298, *361, 362*. 

Leeves, Reverend William, air by, 

Lesly, Alexander, of Doveran, bal- 
lad attributed to, *304. 

Lewis, Stewart, poem on fair Helen 
of Kirkconnell, *208, *365. 

Lindsay, Lady Anne, Lady Bar- 
nard, {B. 1750, D. 1825,) 230, 
337, *310, '312. 

Lockhart's (J. G.) Life of Burns, 
quoted •392. 

Logan, Reverend John, (B. 1748, 
D. 1788,) 68, 464. 

Lowe, Reverend John, {B. 1750, 
B. 1798,) 37, *116. 

Macauley, Mr, 456, 517. 
Macaulay, James, 517. 
Macdonald, Andeew, (J5. 1757, 

D. 1790,) 225, *307. 
Macdonald, Patrick, collection of 

Highland tunes, 372, *374. 
Macfarlan, Miss, *299. 
Macgibbon, William, musician, 

Edinburgh, 192, 198, 199. 
Macgill, John, musician, Girvan, 

Ayrshire, 202, 467. 
Macgregor, Captain John Drum- 

mond, 176. 
Macgregor, Joseph, Esq. com- 
munication respecting Marshall, 


Mackay, Rev. Nath. vide M'Kie. 

Mackenzie, Henry, {B. 1745, D. 
1831,) 492, 532, 533. 

M'Kie, Rev, Nathaniel, (B. 1715, 
B. 1781.) 431, *462. 

Macint^Sef Robert, musician, Ed- 
inburgh, 379, 4^Li79^______ 

Maclean, DonaldiDorderpiper, 

M'Lehose, Agnes Craig, Mrs, 
{B. 1759, alive 1839,) 178, 180 
*220, *221, *222. 

M'Lennan, Rev. Murdoch, *321, 

Macneill, Hector, {B. 1746, B. 
1818,) 238, 251, 344, 393, 440, 
467, 473, 485, *313. 

Macpherson, James, {B. 1738, B. 
1796,) 241. 

Mactaggart's Gallovidian Encyclo- 
pedia, quoted *118, *365. 

Macvicar, Mr, {Flour. 1760,) 1, 

Maigh, David, 78. 

Mallet, or Malloch, David, {B. 
1700, B. 1765,) 58, 75, 381, 
470, *399, *444, "445,520, 536, 

Mansfield, Thomas, Esq., MS. 
Collection of Songs, quoted *402, 
*408, *410, *412, *416, 529. 

Marlow, Christopher, 468. 

Marshall, William, musician, 115, 
190, 22], *305, *413-*416. 

Marvell, Andrew, 519. 

Mary Queen of Scots, *207. 

Mary Scott, the Flower of Yarrow, 
vide Scott. 

Masterton, Allan, Writing-mas- 
ter, Edinburgh, airs composed 
by, 126, 208, 258, 273, 286, 
*323, 393, *413, 442. 

Masterton, Miss Ann, afterwards 
Mrs Derbishire, *299. 

Mayne, John,(^. 1759, B. 1836,) 
25,42, *116, *397, *398. 

Michel, M. Francisque, publication 
of Hughes de Lincoln, 535. 

Mickle, William Julius, {B 
1734, B. 1788,) 45, *116, *117. 

Miller, James, Depute - Teind- 
Clerk, 346. 

Mitchell, Joseph, {B. 1684, B. 
1734,) 54, 59, *399, *444, *446. 



Montgomery, Captain Alex- 
ander, {Flour. 1384,) *163, 
-*215, 406, *453. 

Montrose, James, Marquis of, 
{B. 1612, D. 1650,) 400,429. 

Morison, Roderick, blind harper, 
vide Rory Dall. 

Moore, Edward, 19. 

Motherwell, William, 539. 

Edition of Burns, 

quoted passim in Addit. Illust. 

MuiRHEAD, James, D. D., {B. 
1740, D. 1808,) 3, *106. 

Munuell, Dr Robert, {B. 1758, 
Alive 1839,) 357, *391. 

Murray, Lady, of Stanhope, *200. 

Murray, Anne Keith, vide Keith. 

Murray, Mrs, of Bath, vide Grant, 
Mrs, of Carron. 

Murray, Sir Robert Keith, vide 

Murray, Dr Thomas, Literary His- 
tory of Galloway, quoted 513. 

Murrays of Tullibardine, family of, 

Napier, Mark, his Partition of the 

Lennox, quoted *121, 
Neill, Thomas, precentor, *221. 
Newbattle, Lord, Song attributed 

to, 4)9. 
Nicoll, V/illiam, 286, *323. 


Oswald, James, musician, 95, 176, 

346, *105, *406-*408. 
Musical Collections, quoted 


Airs composed by, passim 

173, 201, 202, 205, 314, 315, 
325, 339, 361, 466. 

Poetical Epistle to, in 1 74 1 , 


Pagan, Isabel, *316. 

Pasquali, Signor, 315. 

Percy, Thomas, DD., Bishop of 

Dromore, 30, *315. 
Phillips, Ambrose, 41. 
Pickering, Thomas, 348. 
Pinkerton, John, {B. 1758, D. 

1823,) 454, *32l, 515, .516. 

Playford's, John, Dancing-master, 
1657, quoted 113,129, 169,301, 
308, 315, 316, 318, 322, .339. 

Musick's Handmaid, 

1678, quoted 391. 

Choyce Ayresand Songs, 

1679, quoted 394, 396. 

Wit and Mirth, 1698 

1703, quoted 3, 394, 398, 400. 
Poe, Mr, 31. 
Pringle, Andrew, Lord Alemore, 

Pringle, Thomas,*200. 
Purcell, Henry, 132. 


R. S., Song by, 74. 

Ramsay, Allan, {B. 1686, D. 
1757), Songs, &c. by, 2, 9, 15, 
16, 17, 18, 21, 22, 23, 28, 56, 
57, 38, 62, 68, 85, 90, 91, QQ, 
98, 119, 120, 122, 125, 127, 130, 
137, 141, 161, 162, 168, 169, 
176, 208, 221, 224, 225, 236, 
237, 240, 310, 381, 382, 442, 
459, 460, 482, 490. 

Tea- Table Miscellany, 1724- 

1740, quoted joassm. 

Authors of Songs in, and edi . 

tions of that work, *108, *-382- 
*384, "-393. 

MS. of the Gentle Shepherd, 


Reid, General John, 202, 203. 

Ramsa}', Philip A., edition of Tan- 
nahill's Poems, 538. 

Reid, William, Bookseller, Glas- 
gow, {B. 1764, D. 1831,) 53, 
152, *212. 

Richardson, John, 537. 

Riddell, John, musician, 253. 

Riddell, Maria Woodley, Mrs, {B. 
1778? D. 1812,^215,'208,*303. 

Riddell, Robert, ' of Glenriddell, 
290, 306, 341, •■302, *323. 

Rizzio, David, Scotish airs attributed 
to, 1, 10, 36', * 105. 

Robertson, Alexander, of Stro- 
wan, {B. 1670, Z>. 1749,) 113, 
137, 141, *199. 

Robertson, Alexander, engraver 
and musician, Edinburgh, (J9. 
1750? Z). 1819,) 405, *452. 



Robertson's Calliope, 1 739, quoted 

Rory Dall, (or Roderick Morison,) 

the blind harper, 324, *372- 

Ross, Alexander, of Lochlee, {B. 

1700, Z>. 1783,) 252, 391, 472, 

*317, *448. 
Rutherford, Catharine [Alicia], vide 

Cockburn, Mrs. 
Rutherford, Elizabeth, vide Scott, 

Mrs, of Wauchope. 

S. M., air by, 313. 

Schetky, Mr, violoncello player, 40, 

Scott, Alexander, {Flour. 1568,) 

Scott, Elizabeth Rutherford, Mks, 
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Scott Mrs, of Dumbartonshire, 
{Flour. 1780,) 6, *394. 

Scott, Marjr, the Flower of Yarrow, 

• 36, 37, 77, 78, *1 15. 

Scott, R., of Biggar, 111, 

Scott, Thomas, of Monklaw, No- 
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Scott, Sir Walter, Bart., {B. 1772, 
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Recollections of Mrs Cock- 
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garding her name, *129, *401. 

ScoTT, Sir William, of Thirlstane, 
(^.1670? D. 1725,) *121. 

Sedley, Sir Charles, song by, com- 
monly attributed to President 
Forbes, *133, *320. 

Selkirk, Souters of, tradition re- 
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Semple, Francis, of Beltrees, 
{Flo2cr. 1650,)87,*121,475,522. 

Sharpe, Charles K., Esq., Ballad- 
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. Edition of Lord Kelly's 

Minuets, 532. 
Sheridan, Richard Brinsley, 22, 5 1 . 
Shierefs, Andrew, (i^fo'^r. 1787,) 
479, 525. 

Shield, William, musical composer, 

24, 375. 
Sibbald, James, bookseller, Edin- 
burgh, *141, 510. 
SiLLAR, David, {B. 1760, D. 

1830,) 180, -'-221. 
Sim, Reverend John, 47. 
Skene, John, Musical Manuscript, 

{circa 1615,) 18, 61, *110, 125, 

*395, 445, 505. 
Skinner, Rev. John, {B. 1721, 

D. 1807,) 189, 276, 281, 283, 

287, *323, *412. 
Skirving, Adam, farmer, (^. 1719, 

D. 1803,) 105, 220, * 189, * 192, 

Skirving, Archibald, portrait-pain- 
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Skirving, Captain Robert, Letter 

respecting his Father, *190; 

verses by, *193-*198. 
Smith, John Stafford, his Musica 

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Smith, Robert A., musician, 538, 

Smollett, Tobias, M.D., {B. 

1721, D. 1774,) 133. 
Spence, Sir Patrick, ballad of, 423, 

*320, *457. 
Southerne, Thomas, song by, 56. 
Strachan, Dr, Carnwarth, *449. 
Stewart, H. D. Cranstoun, Mrs 

DuGALD, {B. 1765, D. 1838,) 

319, *366. 
Stuart, Alexander, music to Ram- 
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Sutherland, Earl and Countess of. 

Lines on their Funeral, by Sir 

G. EUiot, *296. 
Swift, Dean Jonathan, 486. 
Sybold, Mr, harp-player, 419- 
Syron, George, a negro, song by, 5 1 . 
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Tait, John, Writer to the Signet, 

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Tannahill, Robert, Edition of his 

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Tenduccij Ferdinando, a celebrated 
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Tennant, Professor William, 478, 

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— — Collection of Scottish 

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512, 537. 
Thomson, James, {B. 1700, D. 

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Thomson, William, Orpheus Cale- 

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Tytler, William, of Woodhouselee 


Urbani, P., Collection of Scots 

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Urquhart of Craigston, *388, 


Vane, Lady, Lament on the Death 
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Walkinshaw, William, 128, *205. 
Wallace, Sir William, ballads on, 
426, *458-*460. 

Wallace, William, of Cairn- 
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Walsh's Caledonian Country 

Dances, 219. 
Watlen, John, 377- 
Wardlaw, Elizabeth Halket, 

Lady, of Pitrevie, (B. 1677, D. 

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Watts 's Musical Miscellany, 1729- 

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Watson's Collection of Scots 

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Webster, Alexander, D.D.,(jB. 

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Williams, Helen Maria, song by, 

attributed to Burns, *468. 
Wood, Thomas, of St Andrews, 

Musical Manuscripts, 1566, &c., 

147, 369, 407, *440. 
Wotton, Sir Henry, song by, *454. 
Wordsworth, William, Poems on 

Yarrow, 518. 
Whyte, William, Collection of 

Scottish Songs, 121. 

Tester, John Lord, {B. 1645, 
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Young, Alexander, of Harburn, 
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Miss Jenny Graham, *143. 



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