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m ANNOTATIONS JOHNSON'S SCOTS MUSICAL MUSEUM, BY ROBERT BURNS. I" IN the meantime, at your leisure, give a copy of the 'Museum.' to my -worthy friend, Mr. Peter Hill, bookseller, to bind for me, interleaved with blank leaves, exactly as he did the Laird of GUenriddel's; that I may insert every anecdote I can learn, together with my own criticisms and remarks on the songs." Letter to Johnson, 1794. On the copy so ordered, it ' would appear, the following annotations, or strictures,' as they have been incorrectly called, were made by our Author, and the book presented by him to Captain Riddel. This valuable memorial of friendship (unfortunately interrupted) came ultimately into possession of the Captain's niece, Miss Eliza Bayley, of Manchester. By her permission, Mr. Cromek ex- tracted the Notes for publication among his 'Eeliques' from which we copy them, with Editor's own notes in their place. We may observe, however, that either the order in which Mr. Cromek has arranged them is incorrect, or the binding of the ' Museum' by Mr. Peter Hill has been imperfect for the annotations are by no means always in the order of the songs as they appear in that work. The songs themselves referred to and commented on we would gladly quote in full, but the limits of our present publication prevent it. A few additional notes or corrections, where necessary, have been added by us [in brackets] from other sources.] is of these is a The Highland Queen. conjecture, one very few ; as the ballad, which is called both tradition and in THE Highland Queen, music and poetry, was composed by long one, by printed collections, "The Lass o' which I take to be in a Mr. M'Vicar, purser of the Solbay man-of-war. This I had Lochroyan," Lochroyan, from Dr. Blacklock. Galloway. [Lochryan.] The Banks the Tweed. Bess the Qawkie. of THIS is one of the that com- THIS song shews that the Scottish Muses did not all leave song many attempts English have made to imitate the Scottish and which I us when we lost Eamsay and Oswald,* as I have good reason posers manner, shall, in these strictures, beg leave to distinguish the appel- to believe that the verses and music are both posterior to the by lation of Anglo-Scottish productions. The music is days of these two gentlemen. It is a beautiful song, and in pretty good, but the verses are just above contempt. the genuine Scots taste. We have few pastoral compositions, I mean the pastoral of nature, that are equal to this. * in 1750. He a Oswald was a music-seller London, about the year published The Beds of sweet Moses. large collection of Scotish tunes, which he called the Caledonian Pocket Com- panion. Mr. Tytler observes, that his genius in composition, joined to his taste THIS song, as far as I know, for the first time appears here in the performance of Scotish music, was natural and pathetic. KJTSON. in print When I was a boy, it was a very popular song in Ayrshire. I remember to have heard those fanatics, the Oh, Open the Door, Lord Gregory. Buchanites,* sing some of their nonsensical rhymes, which with the name of to this IT is somewhat singular, that in Lanark, Eenfrew, Ayr, they dignify hymns, air.f A set of itinerant fanatics in the West of so denominated from their Wigton, Kirkcudbright, and Dumfries-shires, there is scarcely Scotland, leader, Mrs. Buchan. an old or tune which, from the title, &c., can be guessed " song t Shakspeare, in his Winter's Tale, speaks of a Puritan who sings psalm* to belong to, or be the production of these counties. This, I to hornpipes." 304 LIFE AND WORKS [AUTHOR'S What mark has Eoslin Castle. your Maggie, What mark has your Maggie, THESE beautiful verses were the production of a Eichard What mark has your Maggie That ane may ken her be t (by] Hewit,* a young man that Dr. Blacklock, to whom I am in- it no means follows that the silliest verses to an debted for the anecdote, kept for some years as an amanuensis. Though by air for that be the I take I do not know who is the author of the second song to the must, reason, original song ; yet this ballad, of which I have to be the old verses. tune. Tytler, in his amusing history of Scots music, gives quoted part, The in one of them his are the air to Oswald; but in Oswald's own collection of Scots two songs Eamsay, evidently own, to be met in the fire-side circle of our ; tunes, where he affixes an asterisk to those he himself com- never with peasantry while that which I take to be the old is in posed, he does not make the least claim to the tune. song, every shep- the residence herd's mouth. I had the old verses * Richard Hewit, Ritson observes, was taken when a hoy, during Eamsay, suppose, thought of Dr. Blacklock in Cumberland, to lead him. He addressed a copy of verses to unworthy of a place in his collection. lines : the Doctor on quitting his service. Among the verses are the following " How oft these plains I've thoughtless prest ; Whistled or sung some Fair distrest, The Flowers of Edinburgh. When fate would steal a tear." is of the effusions of Scots Jacobitism. " THIS song one many "Alluding," as it said in a note, to a sort of narrative songs, which make no The "Flowers of has no manner of con- inconsiderable part of the innocent amusements with which the country people title, Edinburgh," was faith- pass the wintry nights, and of which the author of the present piece a nection with the present verses, so I suspect there has been an ful rehearser." older set of words, of which the title is all that remains. Bl'ieklocWs Poems, 1795, 8vo. p. 5. By the bye, it is singular enough that the Scottish Muses were all Jacobites. I have paid more attention to every de- has Saw ye Johnnie cummin ? quo' she. scription of Scots songs than perpaps any body living done, and I do not recollect one stanza, or even the title of THIS song for genuine humour in the verses, and lively single the most Scots air, which has the least panegyrical originality in the air, is unparalleled. I take it to be very old. trifling reference to the families of Nassau or Brunswick ; while there are hundreds satirizing them. This may be thought no pane- Clout the Cauldron. gyric on the Scots Poets, but I mean it as such. For myself, I would take it as a to have it said, that A TRADITION is mentioned in the See, that the second Bishop always compliment heart ran before head : and surely the gallant Chisholm, of Dunblane, used to say, that if he were going to my my though unfortunate house of Stewart, the kings of our fathers for so be hanged, nothing would soothe his mind so much by the heroic is a theme way, as to hear Clout the Cauldron played. many ages, I have met with another tradition, that the old song to this tune Jamie Gay. " Hae ye ony pots or pans, JAMIE Gay is another and a tolerable Anglo-Scottish piece. Or onie broken chanlers," was composed on one of the Kenmure family, in the Cavalier dear Jockey. to he My times ; and alluded an amour had, while under hiding, ANOTHER in the disguise of an itinerant tinker. The air is also known Anglo-Scottish production. by the name of " The Blacksmith and his Apron," Fye, Oae rub her o'er wf Strae. which from the rhythm, seems to have been a line of some old IT is self-evident that the first four lines of this song are song to the tune. part of a song more ancient than Eamsay's beautiful verses which are annexed to them. As music is the language of are less or nature ; and poetry, particularly songs, always Saw ye my Peggy, more localized (if I may be allowed the verb) by some of tho THIS charming song is much older, and indeed superior, to modifications of time and place, this is the reason why so Eamsay's verses, "The Toast," as he calls them. There is many of our Scots airs have outlived their original, and another set of the words, much older still, and which I take perhaps many subsequent sets of verses; except a single to.be the original one, but though it has a deal of very great name, or phrase, or sometimes one or two lines, simply to merit, it is not quite ladies' reading. distinguish the tunes by. The original words, for they can be called scarcely verses, To this day among people who know nothing of Eamsay's seem to be as follows; a song familiar from the cradle to verses, the following is the song, and all the song that ever every Scottish ear. I heard : Saw ye my Maggie, Gin ye meet a bonie lassie, Saw ye my Maggie, kiss let Gie her a and her gae ; Saw ye my Maggie But gin ye meet a dirty hizzie, Linkin o'er the lea ' Fye, gae rub her o'er wi' strae. kilted was High she, Fye, gae rub her, rub her, rub her, kilted was High she, Fye gae rub her o'er wi' strae : kilted was High she, An' gin ye meet a dirty hizzie, Her coat aboon her knee.