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OMPI ED AN D ARRAN G ED W ' H BRI E F N OTE S C L , U

B Y 1 , / MARY CARLYLE AI FK EN

' A L LA N RA MSA Y

ﬁ lmmon A L L A N A N D M C M I C O .

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R A E P EF C .

T H E peculiar merits of the Songs of Scotland have so often been insisted upon, that little

e a r emains for me here , exc pt to point out wh t my aim has been in adding one more to the

r H r alr eady long list of p inted collections . ithe to compiler s have studied to have quantity r ather than quality ; there is not a sufﬁ cient

r e ex numbe of really xcellent Scottish Songs ,

’ clusive Burn s s of , to ﬁll more than a small volume ; so that the wheat has in few cases been

r sepa ated from the chaff. I have inserted no song except such as I believed to be possessed of r r e eal me it ; and, at the same time, have chos n only those that have won their way to the hearts

S r e -in of the cottish people , and dwelt the ,

‘ e its lf a good test, for, as Goethe says , What has kept its place in the hearts of the people P RE FA CE .

e even for twenty year s is pretty certain to hav

’ tru e m erit .

e at m Th e smallness of th e spac my co mand , while allowing me to e xclude such as I d eem ed

r e e e inferio , has comp ll d me to leav out many

r e b e excell ent songs of Bu ns , whose nam will lovingly cherished as long as ther e are Scotch

Mr . Car e a h earts in th e world . lyl s ys of him ,

It will s eem a small prais e if we r ank him as th e ﬁrst of all our song-writer s , for w e know not wh er e to ﬁnd on e worthy of b eing second

im ’ r rr e a e to h . I should have p efe d to m k

e thes e songs th e foundation of this coll ction ,

e r e ar e but th ey have been so oft n p int d, and so

n a it h as e a a e well k own , th t b en thought dvis bl to introduce them r ath er as a spice than as th e

' ’ ' s s m e pzéce d e r é z m .

a e r r e In the c s of a few of the olde songs , w itt n

an a e a s -far a ua e e e in g , as l ng g is conc rn d at

ea r e a our er a l st, mo rude th n own , wh e I h ve

a th e ar er r not been ble to give e liest v sions enti e,

a e an e a e a I h v chosen to omit ind lic t stanz ,

e e r th e e e r r t a wh n not d st oying s ns , athe h n sub

s titute a r e r commonpl ce vulga iz d eadings of them . When th er e ar e changes th ey ar e for most part

e a r n by the delicat m ste ly hand of Bur s . When A E P RE F C . vii

’ a f x n o author s n me is a ﬁ ed to a song , it is becaus e it is unknown .

Th e e not s , which have been made as short as

are x e at th e possible, given in the te t , inst ad of

n b e e d of the volume, and , it is hoped , may

r more acceptable m that fo m .

ar e an d Th e Songs divided into four parts , are i classed , as w ll be seen , according to subj ect ,

e not according to date , that arrangement b ing

r th e the only one p acticable , for not only are dates of many of the gems unknown , but even

r th e names of their author s have pe ished .

In Part I . are such songs as are devoid, or almost devoid, of the comic element, viz . ,

r - for r se ious love songs , most part ly ical, what Wor dsworth would call Songs of the Affec

’ e er tions , an unsuitable nam h e, however, the

r Scotch being by natu e a taciturn people, and m r f e e af ection seldom tempting them to sing .

ar . In P t II are social and drinking songs , with which latter Scotland is abundantly sup plied . In this province , too , Burns has lavishly

r i e pou ed out his splendid genius , w th a strang

th e r h fatality, singing p aises of the Syren t at lured him to his own ruin . A E viii P RE F C .

ar - a r la In Part III . e love songs of nothe c ss

t r t th e a han the ﬁ st, admi ting comic and j ovi l

el ement .

- I war . In Part V. ar e jacobit e and songs

h tr e r e e I ave i d, by ca ful r ading, and by the

us e i e r to of all the opportunit s in my powe , make an attractive volume of th e r eally good

m r A r songs of y native count y. s to whethe I

ee e o r e it r er have succ d d fail d, is ﬁt that the ead , th not I , should be e judge .

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C S Ma r cﬁ 1 8 . HEL EA, , 7 4

SCOTTISH SONG .

’ CA TH E YO WE S.

’ a C the yowes to the knowes , ‘ ’ a a C them whare the he ther grows, ’ a ar C them wh e the burnie rows,

My bonnie dearie .

a As I gaed down the w ter side, er e er Th e I met my sh ph d lad , ’ r ow d e H e me sw etly in his plaid, ’ An d he ca d me his dearie .

a Will ye g ng down the water side , An d see the waves sae swe etly glide B e eneath the hazels spr ading wide, Th ’ e moon it shin es fu cl early .

I was bred up at nae sic school , M er lad y sheph d , to play the fool ; ’ An d a the day to sit in dool, n A d naebody to see me . A S TTI SH S N G CO O .

Ye shall get gowns and ribbons meet, r e Cauf leather shoon upon you f et, ’ n d e A in my arms ye s lie and sleep , r An d ye shall be my dea ie .

’ ’ If ye ll but stand to what ye ve said ’ ’ wi e I se gang you , my sh pherd lad nd r ow m e r A ye may in you plaid, n r A d I shall be your dea ie.

While waters wimple to the sea, While day blinks in the lift sae hie ’ ’ T - c ill clay cauld death shall blin my c, Ye aye shall be my dearie .

” T s beaut u s on i s in the true old Scotc hi if l g h tas te.

TH E E WE B U H T G S.

-bu hts M Will ye gang to the ewe g , arion, ’ And wear-in the sh eep wi me ? Th e r sun shines sweet, my Ma ion,

But no half sae sweet as thee.

’ O r e , Ma ion s a bonni lass , And ’ ’ the blythe blink s in her e e An d a fain wad I marry M rion, Gin Marion wad marry me . SCOTTI SH SON G. 3

’ T er r r h e s gowd in your garte s , Ma ion, An d silk on your white haus -bane 3 F ’ M u fain wad I kiss my arion, ’ At e en when I come hame .

’ T Earnslaw r here s braw lads in , Ma ion, ’ a c Wha g pe, and glower with their c , At kirk when they see my Marion

But nane of them loves like me .

’ - e I ve nine milk ew s, my Marion, A ra cow and a b wny quey, ’ ’ I ll gie them a to my Marion , - Just on her bridal day.

’ An d ye se get a green sey apron , ’ An d waistcoat 0 London broun ’ ’ ’ And wow but ye ll be vap rin ’ Whene er ye gang to the toun .

’ I m young and stout, my Marion, Nane dances like me on the green An d r gin ye fo sake me, Marion , ’ ’ ’ r wi I ll e en gae d aw up Jean .

Sae r put on your pearlings , Ma ion, ’ And kirtle o cramasi e An d sune as my chin has nae hair on,

an d . I shall come west, see ye

“ This sonn et appears to be an cient : that an d its s im ’ licit a e r ecom m en e i t to a ace ere — P erc s p y h v d d pl h . y TI SH S N G SCOT O .

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O’E R TH E M OOR AMAN G TH E

— Died 1 01 j ean Clow n B or n 1 758 8 .

’ r r 0 K Coming th ough the c aigs yle, e r Amang th e bonni blooming heathe , m t e Th er e I e a bonni lassie, ’ r K eeping a h er ewes thegithe .

’ r r O e the moor amang the heathe , ’ O er th e moor amang the heather r m et e The e I a bonni lassie, ’ r r K eeping a h e ewes thegithe .

r Says I , my dea , where is thy hame, r e r ? In moo or dale, pray tell me wh the h e a e ﬂeec S s ys , I t nd the y ﬂocks a Th t feed amang the blooming heath er .

a We laid us down upon a b nk , Sae warm an d sunny w as th e weather She l eft h er ﬂocks at large to r ove A a n m ng the bonnie bloomi g heather.

e la Whil thus we y, she sang a sang, Till e cho rang a mile an d farther ; And aye th e burden of th e sang ’ o er a Was, the moor am ng the heather.

r an d a e She cha med my heart, y sinsyne ’ I couldna think on ony ither 3 TTI S S N G SCO H O . 5

n By sea and sky, she shall be mi e, Th e bonnie lass amang the heather I

’ r O e the moor amang the heather, D a th e own mang blooming heather, s ea By and sky she shall be mine, Th e bonni e lass amang the heather !

Burn s s ays that h e wr ote out th e wor ds of this s on g th e s n n of th e aut or —a r os e c arac r from i gi g h g i l , wh h te d oes n ot con cern u s her e as sh e w as s tr ollin g thr ough ” r a s t-of- an b ac uar the count y with ligh h d l kg d .

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H E [ ASS ’ F A TI ’ MI T 0 E S LL .

Alla n Ra m sa — B or n 1 686 D d 1 y ie 757 .

’ ’ Th e F lass o atie s Mill , Sae t and bonnie, bly he , gay, ’ S In pite of a my skill, h r S e stole my hea t away. ’ teddin th e h a When out y, a Barehe ded on the green, L ove midst her locks did play, ’ And w anton d n in her ee .

H er arms , white, round, and smooth, Br r easts in thei rising dawn , To age it would give youth , ’ To r e p ess th m with his han . Through all my Spirits ran An ecstasy of bliss , ’ When I such sweetn ess fan

Wrapt in a balmy kiss . S N G 6 SCOTTI SH O .

art Without the help of ,

Like ﬂowers that grace the wild, r She did h er sweets impa t, ’ ’ Wh ene er Sh e spak or smiled r e H er looks th ey we so mild, f Fr ee from af ected pride, ’ be uil d She me to love g , ’ I wish d her for my bride.

’ Oh h ad I a the wealth ’ toun s a H ope high mount ins ﬁll, a an d a Insured l ng life he lth, An d pleasur e at my will 5 ’ r I d p omise, and fulﬁl, Sh e That nane but bonnie , “ ’ ’ h e F I lass o atie s Mill, ’ Should Share the same wi me .

A an Ram s a w h o a ter Burns m a s t be ca e ll y, , f , y ill ll d h m os t d s t n u s e Scott s oet w as b orn at Le a t e i i g i h d i h p , d H is at er the m an a er s in Lan ar s re i n 1 686. hill , k hi , f h , g ’ ’ of Lor H o etoun s m n es t ere e s oon a ter his s on s d p i h , di d f b r t . H is m ot er a n m arr e a a n A an w as i h h h vi g i d g i , ll a ppr en ticed by hi s s tep -father to a wigm aker in Edin bur c car eer h e con t nued t 1 18 en h e gh, whi h i ill 7 , wh be cam e a b oo s e er H e ub s e a co ect on of k ll . p li h d ll i Scott s s on s am on c t er e are s e era of his ow n i h g , g whi h h v l , ca e Tbe Tea Ta ble M is cella n The rs com ete ll d y . ﬁ t pl ed t on of it a ear e i n Lon don i n 1 I t is th e i i pp d 733. ar ent of n ear all s ubs e u en t co ect on s R tson and p ly q ll i . i other s have blam ed him for hi s want of ﬁdelity in editin g s om e of the old s ongs but i t is eviden t fr om the polls /zed s ec m ens t at it ou a e been m os s b e for him p i , h w ld h v i p i l , e en t hi s b n o m ean s n ar ro deas on the s ub ect v wi h y w i j , to r n t t em t out a ter at ons or om s s ons I t is of p i h wi h l i i i . , cour se a t t at h e did n ot m ore c e r h , pi y h l arly m a k t e “ chang es which h e and th e ingeni ous young g en tlem en

S S N G SCOTTI H O .

’ a banish d Har d fate th t I should be, ea r Gang h vily, and mou n, Because I loved the kind est swain

That ever yet was born .

H e did oblige me every hour ; ’ Could I but faithfu b e ? H e staw my h eart could I r efuse ’ ’ Whate er he ask d of me ?

My doggie, and my little kit, T a e w ee e h t h ld my sowp wh y, a e r a an d r d- My pl idi , b o ch, c ooke stick,

Maun now lie us eless by.

A Cowdenkn ow s e dieu, ye , adi u ’ Far ew eel a pl easur es there Ye r e m e gods , store to my swain, ’ ’ ar It s a I crave or c e .

This an d th e foll owing s on g are fr om Tﬁ e

VI .

TH E B R OOM OF TH E CO WD E N

— Roaert r aw or d. B or n 1 6 D ied 1 C f 95 733 .

e th e When summer com s, swains on Tweed e e Sing th ir successful lov s , Ar e e an d a ound the w s l mbkins feed, And music ﬁlls the groves . S S N G SCO TTI H O .

’ But my lov d song is then the broom So fair on Cowdenkn ow s r e ee a For su , so sw t, so soft bloom , r r r Elsewhe e the e neve grows .

T e C her olin tuned his oaten reed, An d m e won y yi lding heart , ’ N S e er e er a e T o h ph d th t dw lt on weed, a ar Could pl y with half such t.

H e Ta C sang of y, of Forth , and lyde, Th e an d a e r hills d l s all ound , f L - u an d L r- e O eader ha ghs , eade sid , ’ bl s s d Oh 1 how I e the sound .

Yet more d elightful is the broom So fair on Cow denkn ow s r e r e r m For su , so f sh, so b ight a bloo , E r e lsewhe there never grows .

Not Teviot r b aes , so green and gay, May with this br oom compar e ’ Not Y a ﬂow r arrow b nks in y May, r ra i N o the bush aboon T qua r .

M Cow denknow s ore pleasing far are , ea a My p ceful h ppy home, r Whe e I was wont to milk my ewes, ’ At n a ev mong the broom .

Ye power s that haunt th e woods and plains r e T Teviot Whe weed with ﬂows , C m e onvey to the best of swains, n d A my loved Cowdenkn ow s . S N G 1 0 SCOTTI SH O .

VI I .

TH E WA HKI N G OF THE FA HLD .

Alla n Ra m say .

n My Peggy is a you g thing, ’ Just en ter d in h er teens . da Fair as the y, and sweet as May a Fair as the day, and alw ys gay e My P ggy is a young thing, ’ n r A d I m no ve y auld, Yet weel I like to m eet her at

Th e wauking of the fauld .

My Peggy speaks sae sweetly ’ e e a e Whene r we me t al n , I n a a r wish e m ir to lay my ca e, ’ ’ ’ I wish nae mair o a that s rar e e a s ae e My P ggy spe ks sw etly, ’ ’ To a the lave I m cauld ’ But Sh e gar s a my spirits glow A t wauking of the fauld .

My Peggy smiles sae kindly ’ e er er When I whisp love, ’ T th e hat I look down on a town , That I look down upon a cr own e e s ae My P ggy smil s kindly, and It makes me blyth bauld, ’ An d e m e e na thing gi es sic d light, As wankin a g of the f uld.

Wauking th e F auld watching th e sheep-folds at n t ur n th e s eason en th e am bs ar e be n igh d i g wh l i g weaned. S TTI S S N G CO H O . 1 1

P S My eggy ings sae saftly, When on my pipe I play ’ e By a the rest it is conf st, ’ By a the r est that Sh e Sings best e My P ggy sings sae saftly, An d h er ar e in sangs tauld, ’ ’ Wi 0 innocence the wale sense, a kin At w n g of the fauld .

VI I I . P Y AND F A TI EG G E.

Alla n a m sa R y .

When ﬁ rst my dear laddie gaed to the green h1ll ’ And I at ewe-milking ﬁr st say d my young Skill To - bear the milk bowie nae pain was to me, ’ r h When I at the bughting fo gat er d with thee .

’ - wav d When corn riggs yellow, and blue heather bells ’ Bloom d bo nnie on moorland and sweet rising

fells , Nae birn s , briers , or bracken, gave trouble to me, ’ ri n If I found but the berries right pe d for thee .

ran When thou , or wrestled, or putted the stane , ’ An d cam aff the victor, my heart was aye fain Th ea y ilka sport manly gave pl sure to me,

run . For nane can putt, wrestle, or swift as thee N G I : SCOTTI SH SO .

Our Jenny sings saftly the Cowden Broom ’ e know s, E And Rosie lilts sweetly the Milking the wes , ’ ‘ ’ Ther e s few Jenny N ettles like Nancy can Sing ‘ ’ T th e L r With, hrough wood, addie, Bess ga s our lugs r ing :

a S But when my de r Peggy sings , with better kill , ’ ’ h a a T e L o f T e Bo tm n , w edside, or the ass ’ the Mill, ’ Tis many tim es sweeter an d pleasant to me

a . For though they sing nicely, they c nnot like thee

H ow easy can lassies tr ow what they desire ’ With prais es s ae kindly incr easing love s ﬁ r e G m e ea r e a ive still this pl su , my study sh ll be To e e er make myself bett r and swe t for thee .

P eggy an d P atie are th e her oin e and her o of the Gen lle Sne lzer d r om c t s s on as e as th p , f whi h hi g , w ll e one r ece n i t i s ta en p di g , k .

B ON N I E CH RI T S Y.

Alla n Ra m sa y .

H ow sweetly smells the simmer green Sweet taste th e p each and cherry ; ’ an d r er ea e our en Painting o d pl s e , And clar et mak es us m erry S TTI S S N G CO H O . 1 3

But ﬁnest colours, fruits and ﬂowers, An d wine, though I be thirsty, ’ L r r r ose a thei cha ms, and weaker powe s , ’ Compared wi those of Christy

’ ’ ’ wan d rin o er When g the ﬂow ry park, N o natural beauty wanting : ’ H ow e a lightsom is t to hear the l rk, An d bir ds in concer t chanting But C r h er if my h isty tunes voice, ’ I m rapt in admiration ’ wi a My thoughts ecst sies rej oice ,

An d drap the hale creation .

’ Sh e Whene er smiles a kindly glance, a I t ke the happy omen, An d aften mint to make advance, ’ H oping she ll pr ove a woman . But er , dubious of my ain des t, r My sentiments I smothe , ’ Wi r secret sighs I vex my hea t, h a For fear S e love nother.

T E hus sang blate die by a burn , ’ H is Christy did o erh ear him Sh e doughtn a let h er lover mourn h r er e e . But, wist, d ew near him ’ ’ Sh e h er a r wi spak f vou a look, Which l eft nae r oom to doubt her H e e wisely this white minut took, An d ﬂang his arms about her.

C i My hristy w tness , bonny stream S1c j oys frae tear s arising S TTI S S N G. 1 4 CO H O

r e I wish this may na be a d am, 0 love the maist surprising Time was too precious now for tank This point of a’ his wishes wi’ H e wadna set speeches bank, ’ But war ed it a on kisses .

Ram say places this s ong ﬁ r s t i n Tlze Tea eella n s o robab i t w as his a our te. y , p ly, f v i

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R OSLI N CASTLE .

— D ied 1 5 . Ricka r d Hew itt. 7 4

’ T a was in that se son of the year, all e When things gay and sw et appear, T C hat olin, with the morning ray,

Ar os e and sung his r ural lay. ’ Of Nanny s charms the shepherd sung Th e hills and dales with Nanny rung ; e R a ar a Whil oslin C stle he d the sw in, An r r d echoed back his chee ful st ain .

A Th e r a n n wake, sweet Muse b e thi g spri g a r r a e With r ptu e wa ms aw k , and Sin g A a e an d th e r w k join vocal th ong, An d hail the morning with a song To N r e th e e anny ais ch erful lay, O 1 bid her haste and come away ; ee e r In sw t st smiles he self adorn, An d add new graces to the morn i

H S N G 1 6 SCOTTI S O .

To Maggy my love I did tell ; My t ear s did my pas si om expr ess ’ e h er er ee Alas for I lo d ow w l,

’ ' An d the wom en lo e Sic a man less . H er h eart it was fr oz en an d canld H er pride h ad my ruin d ecr eed a er r a Th er efor e I maun w nd ab o d ,

An d lay my banes far fra e the Tweed .

T WE E D SI D E .

What beauties does Flora disclos e H ow sweet ar e h er smil es upon Tweed ’ t r e e er a Ye Ma y s , still sw t th n those, r a x Both natu e and f ncy e ceed . N r - r o daisy nor sweet blushing ose, Not a r all the g y ﬂowe s of the ﬁeld, N ot T e e r w ed gliding g ntly th ough those, r e Such beauty and pleasu does yield .

Th e r er ar e e r wa bl s h a d in the grove, Th e r an d th e r linnet , the la k, th ush, Th e r an d e - e blackbi d, swe t cooing dov , ’ e a e r With music nch nt v y bush . e r th e ea Com , let us go fo th to m d, L et us see how the prim ros es spring ; ’ e e e o n T e We ll lodg in som villag w ed, ’ An d feath r d love while the e folks sing. S TTI S S N G CO H O . 1 7

H ow does my love pass the long day ? Does Mary not tend a few sheep ? Do they never carelessly stray, While happily she lies asleep ? ’ Tweed s murmurs should lull her to rest ; K ind nature indulging my bliss, T o relieve the soft pains of my breast, ’ I d steal an ambrosial kiss .

’ Tis Sh e does the virgins excel, No beauty with her may compare ’ Love s graces all round her do dwell ; ’ r She s fairest, whe e thousands are fair . r Say, charme , where do thy ﬂocks stray, Oh tell me at noon wh ere they fe ed ; Shall I seek them on swe et-winding Tay

Or the pleasanter banks of the Tweed .

“ ” Burns h ad b een inform e d that th e M ary of thi s ‘ s ong w as a M ary Stewar t of th e Cas tlem il k fam ily ; ' Scott on th e ot er an d s a s t at sh e w as a ar , h h , y h M y f H ar en Lillias Scott au ter of a ter Sco tt Es . o , d gh W l . q d , ” ra arr o and a descen dant of th e celeb ted Flower of Y w . I t i s n ow supposed that th e latter op1ni on i s th e cor r ect

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I I X I .

A RE D RE D R OS . , E

R B u r m a— B or n 1 D ied 1 6 . 759 79 .

’ lnve s O, my like a red, red rose, ’ T S hat s newly prung in June, ’ luve s 0 , my like the melodie, ’ ’ That s sweetly play d in tune . B 1 3 SCO TTI SH SON G.

As fair art thou , my bonnie lass, Sae deep in love am I e r And I will lov thee still, my dea , ’ r Till a the seas gang d y .

’ T r ill a the seas gang dry, my dea , ’ And the rocks melt wi th e sun ; r 0 , I will love thee still , my dea , ’ While the sands 0 life Shall run .

An d luve fare thee weel, my only , And fare the e weel a while An d luve I will come again, my , T hough it were ten thousand mil e.

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ff ! D I NNA A ME I N I ’ O SK G L O E THEE .

Onn D u nla — B or n 1 Died 1 2 7 p 755 8 0. Oh dinna ask me gin I lo ’ e thee ’ ’ Troth I dar na tell : ’ Dinn a ask me gin I lo e thee ; ’ ’ sk r A it o you sel .

Oh dinna look sae sair at me, For weel ye ken me true s ae m O, gin ye look sair at e ’ ’ I dar na look at you . W hen ye gang to yon braw, braw town, And e a bonni r l ssies see, 0 a , dinna, J mie, look at them , L e m st you should mind na e . S TTI S S N G CO H O . 1 9

For I could never bide the lass, ’ ’ That ye d lo e mair than me ; ’ And e r d O, I m sur , my hea t woul break, ’ in G ye d prove false to me .

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[ N Y N ARD E O G IV.

ar In yon g den ﬁne and gay, ’ e th e Picking lili s a day, ’ G er 0 ath ing ﬂowers ilka hue, wistna I then what love could do .

Where love is planted there it gr ows “ It buds and blooms like any rose It has a sweet and pleasant smell ;

No ﬂower on earth can it excel .

I put my hand into the bush, And thought th e sweet est r ose to ﬁnd r e But p ick d my ﬁnger to the bone,

An d left the sweetest rose behind .

A er old ra m ent r st r n te i n Tbe Seals Musical v y f g , ﬁ p i d M u seu m a e - n o n or com m en ce 1 8 com , w ll k w w k ( d 7 7, leted c o es m uc of i ts ort to B urns p whi h w h w h , w h o en er ous e e o n s on an en r a er in E n g ly h lp d J h , g v di bur th e e tor an d ub s er of it i n his atr ot c tas . gh, di p li h , p i i k Burn s a t ou adm tt n t at i t has e ects s a s of , l h gh i i g h d f , y it I en tur e to r o ec t at to uture a es , will v p ph y h , f g , your P ublication w ill b e th e text -book an d s tan dar d of ” c s n an d us c n r h n w and um n ous S otti h So g M i . U de t e e l i M e tors of r . Da La n B a c oo an d Sons di hip vid i g ( l kw d , it n ow con ta n s a c0 ious a m os t en ess m ass of i p , l dl , ann otat ons e uc at on s an d an ec otes of th e s on s and i , l id i , d g s on - r ters of Scot an d g w i l . S S N G 20 SCOTTI H O .

XVI .

A MAR Y RA B ESSY B E LL ND G Y.

M G O Bessy Bell and ary ray, They war twa bonnie lasses i i ou They b gg t a bower on y burn brae, ’ ’ An d th eekit it o er wi rashes . th kit ’ wi’ They ee it o er rashes green, ’ ’ T th kit wi r hey ee it o er heathe , ’ But the pest cam frae the burrow s town And Slew them baith thegither

T - hey thought to lie in Methven kirk yard, A mang their noble kin, But n li e t -H they ma n in S ronach augh, i r To b ek fo enent the sin . An d e r Gr B ssy Bell and Ma y ay, They war twa bonnie lasses T bi it r r e hey gg a bower on yon bu n b a , ’ ’ And th eekit it o er wi rashes .

Ther e i s m uch ten derness an d s im plicity i n thes e ’

ers es Wa lter Scott. v .

Accor n to tra t on Bes s Be an d a Gra w ere di g di i , y ll M ry y tw o oun a es of P ert s r e w h o at th e t m e of th e y g l di h hi , , i plague (in r eti red for s afety to s om e cotta e or “ ” “ bo er about a m e rom L n edoch H ouse ar w , il f y , y ’ G ra s om e. A out w h o w as m uc attac e to t em y h y h, ; h h d h , s u l e t em w t oo r om P er t but at as t brou t pp i d h i h f d f h, t l gh th e n ect on an d t e bot e accor n to custom i f i , h y h di d ; di g , t e w er e bur e in a one s ot ns tea of t t e r h y i d l l p , i d wi h h i ” y n kin — For Ram sa S m o ern s on on t s ub ect oble . y d g his j s ee 1 p . 94 . S TTI S S N G CO H O . 21

I I XV . ’ R IVY AI N H I AN TH O U WE E T N G .

’ An thou were my ain thing,

I would love thee, I would love thee ; ’ An r thou we e my ain thing, H ow dearly would I love thee

f O race divine thou needs must be, Since nothing earthly equals the e ’ For heaven s sake, oh, favour me,

Who only live to love thee .

Th e gods one thing peculiar have, To ruin none whom they can save , S O, for their sake, upport a slave,

Who Only lives to love thee .

To merit I no claim can make, an d But that I love, , for your sake, ’ What man can name I ll undertake, r So dea ly do I love thee .

My passion , constant as the sun, ’ Flames stronger still, will ne er have done, T ill fate my thread of life have spun, ’ Which breathing out, I ll love thee.

I I XVI . H E I A I I N S S W N SOME WE E TH G .

B ur ns . R.

Sh e W is a insome wee thing, I s i hm She a W nsome wee t g , S N G SCOTTI SH O .

n n Sh e is a bon ie wee thi g, ’ This sweet wee wife 0 mme

r r I neve saw a faire , ’ I n ever loo d a dearer ; ’ An d neist my heart I ll wear her,

For fear my j ewel tine.

W w ee She is a insome thing, n She is a handsome wee thi g, is e She a bonni wee thing, ’ This sweet wee wife 0 mine .

’ ’ h wrak o t T e world s we share , ’ Th e war stle and the care o t ; ’ ’ Wi h r bl th el e I ll y y bear it ,

And think my lot divine.

x 1x .

I N M Y L O G O VE.

r ou 0 we e my love y lilac fair, ’ Wi u p rple blossoms to the spring, An d r e I a bi d to sh lter there, W r hen wea ied on my little wing.

H ow m I wad mou when it was torn,

By autumn wild, and winter rude w 1n But I wad sing on wanton g , ’ ’ outhfu r n When y May its bloom e ew d.

O in ou g my love were y red rose, ’ T wa hat grows upon the castle ,

S TI S S N G 24 CO T H O .

m om r Fair is the in ﬂowe y May, e A And sw et is night in utumn mild, r When roving th ough the garden gay, ’ Or wand ring in the lonely wild ’ u a r r I B t woman, n tu e s da ling child Ther e all h er charms she does compile ’ h er r foil d Even there other wo ks are , ’ ll By the bonny lass o Ba ochm yle .

h r O , had she been a count y maid , And t I the happy coun ry swain, ’ Though sh elter d in the lowest shed ’ That ever r ose on Scotland s plai n T ’ hrough weary winter s wind and rain ,

With j oy , with rapture, I would toil ; And nightly to my bosom strain ’ Th Ball chm l e bonny lass o o y e.

T r hen pride might climb the slippe y steep, Wh ere fame and honours lofty shine An d th e thirst of gold might tempt deep, r r O downwa d dig the Indian mine. G ive me the cot below the pine, To tend the ﬂocks, or till the soil, An d er ev y day have j oys divine, ’ W Ballochm l ith the bonny lass o y e.

xx r. B K YE B U K Y US , S E .

Bu sk ye, busk ye, my bonnie bride, B usk ye, busk ye, my bonnie marrow, S TTI S S N G CO H O . 25

Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnie bride, An r rr d let us to the b a es of Ya ow . T r here will we spo t and gather dew, ’ ’ Dance While lav rocks Sing i th e morning ; T r r hen learn frae tu tles to p ove true, 0 ’ Bell, ne er vex me with thy scorning

’ To westlin breezes Flora yields, An d a when the be ms are kindly warming, ’ Bl th en es s r y appea s o er all the ﬁelds , a n An d natur e looks mair fresh and ch rmi g.

’ L a r e rn f ae the burns that trace the mead , T hough on their banks the roses blossom , Yet a e T h stily th y ﬂow to weed,

And pour their sweetness in his bosom .

H aste ye, haste ye, my bonnie Bell, H ’ aste to my arms , and there I ll guard thee ; r With free consent my fears epel, ’ r r I ll with my love and ca e rewa d thee . T a r hus sang I s ftly to my fai , ’ Wha r ais d my hop es with kind relenting. nae ~m air O queen of smiles , I ask , ’ Since now my bonnie Bell s consenting .

n The ﬁ rst four lin es of this s o g are m uch older .

x x rr.

[VI LLI E ’S D R O WN E D I N YARR O W

D onn in yon garden sweet and gay,

Where bonnie grows the lilie, r r I hea d a fai maid , sighing , say ’ My wish be wi sweet Willie I H S N G 3 6 SCO TT S O .

’ ’ r r e an d a r O Willi e s a , Willie s f i , ’ An d Willi e s wondr ous bonny e rr A n d Willie h cht to ma y me, ’ Gin e er he married ony.

h O , gentle wind, that bloweth south, e r e aireth From wh re my love p , a ra e n C onvey kiss f e his d ar mo th, And tell me how he fareth

n 0 tell sweet Willie to come do n, ' An d bid him no be cruel An d t ell him no to br eak the heart

Of his love and only j ewel .

0 tell sweet Willie to come doun, And hear the mavis singing ; nd s ee th e A birds on ilka bush,

And leaves ar ound them hinging.

’ ’ Th e r wi lav rock the e, her white breist, An d gentle throat so narrow ; ’ T S e for here s port neuch gentlemen , * n L H arr O eader aughs and Y ow.

0 L e H e ead r aughs are wid and braid, An d Yarr ow H aughs ar e b onny ; T e e rr m e h r Willie hecht to ma y , ’ e er rr e If he ma i d ony.

’ But Willie s gone, whom I thought on, An d does not hear me weeping

Leader H au lzs th e a e of th e Lea er or Lan er a g v ll y d d ,

r er in Berw c s r e Ya r r ow : . a s tream in r s r e. iv i k hi . Selki k hi S TTI S S N G CO H O . 27

’ ’ D r ru e e raws many a tear f ae t e love s , m When other maids are sleep g .

’ Y fu estreen I made my bed braid, ’ ’ Th e nicht I ll m ak it narr ow ; ’ - a r For, a the live l ng winte nicht, ’ ’ inn d I lie tw 0 my marrow.

0 came ye by yon water sid e ? ’ Pou d you the ros e or lilie ? ’ Or cam ye by you m eadow gr een ? Or saw ye my sweet Willie ?

Sh e sought him up , she sought him doun, She sought the braid and narrow ; S ’ yne, in the cleaving o a craig, im She found h drowned in Yarrow.

I I I XX .

WAL Y WA , L K

O waly, waly up yon bank, An d waly, waly doun yon brae An d r -S waly, waly by yon bu n ide Where I and my love wont to gae

O waly, waly, but love is bonny A little while when it is new ; ’ But when tis auld , it waxes cauld, An d wears away like morning dew.

’ l ean d I my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree ; H 23 SCOTTI S SON G.

’ ra But ﬁr st it bowed, and then it b k ; a m An d sae did my f us e love to e . r e O wher efo e need I busk my h ad, Or wh er efore need I kame my hair ? f e r Sin my aus love has me fo sook, ’ An d says he ll n ever love me mair .

’ w Ar No thur s Seat shall be my bed, ’ ’ Th e a r res s d sheets sh ll ne e be p by me, ’ A 5 r Saint nton Well shall be my d ink, ’ l S Since my true ove forsaken me . ’ Mart m as e wind, wh n wilt thou blaw, ' An d shak e th e gr een l eaves aﬁ the tree ? e e 0 , gentl d ath, when wilt thou come And tak a life that w earies me ?

’ Tis r r e e not the f ost that f e zes f ll, ’ Nor blawing snaw s in clem en cie ; ’ Tis not sic cauld that makes m e cry ’ ’ r But my love s hea t s grown cauld to me . G a When we came in by l sgow toun, We wer e a com ely sicht to see w as a e e My love cl d in v lv t black , ’ And r I mysel in c amasie .

’ r kis s But had I wist, befo e I d, T e s ae hat lov had been ill to win , ’ ’ l ock d e e I d my h art m a cas of gold , ’ ’ And inn d wi p it a siller pin . Oh e , oh if my young babe w re born, ’ And r e S set upon the nu s knee, ’ An d I mysel were dead and gane, ’ e For a maid again I ll nev r be . S TTI SH S N G CO O . 29

I XX V. TH E B RAES OF YARR O W:

olzn Lo a n — B or n 1 8 D ied 1 88 7 g 74 , 7 .

Th r s Ya y b ae were bonnie, rrow stream , When ﬁrst on th em I met my lover Th r e r Ya y braes how d a y, rrow stream , When now thy waves his body cover O Y r a For ever now, arrow st e m Thou art to me a stream of sorrow ; For never on thy banks shall I B Y ehold my love, the ﬂower of arrow.

H e - promised me a milk white steed , ’ To bear me to his father s bower s H e “ promised me a little page, ’ To squir e me to his father s towers H e promised me a wedding-ring ; Th e wedding day was ﬁx ed to-morrow N ow he is wedded to his grave, A s r ra Y rr la , his wate y g ve, in a ow

Sweet were his words when last we met My passion I as freely told him ’ las d r er C p in his a ms , I nev thought That I should never mor e b ehold him I h e Scarce was gone, I saw his ghost ; ’ It vanish d with a shriek of sorrow T e - hrice did the wat r wraith ascend ,

An d gave a doleful groan through Yarrow.

H is e mother from the window look d, With all the longing of a mother TTI SH S N G 30 SCO O .

i r a H s little siste , weeping, w lked a ee h er r r Th e greenwood p th to m t b othe .

They sought him east, they sought him west, They sought him all th e for est thorough saw They only the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow

N0 longer fr om thy window look ; T th ou er hou hast no son, tend mother er No long walk, thou lovely maid A a a r l s, thou h st no more a b other N0 e a or long r seek him e st west, An d sear ch no mor e th e for est thorough For r ar , wande ing in the night so d k ,

H e fell a lifeless corpse in Yarrow.

Th e tear Shall never leave my cheek N0 oth er youth shall be my marrow ’ e I ll se k thy body in the stream, ’ And then with th e e I ll Sl eep in Yarrow . Th e t ear did n ever l eave h er cheek N0 other youth b ecam e h er marr ow ; r e She found his body in the st am, n A d now with him she sleeps in Yarrow.

X X V.

TH E LAD THA T ’ S FAR A A ’ W .

O can an d a how I be blythe gl d , O a r an d r how can I g ng b isk braw,

S TTI S S N G. 3 2 CO H O

And with delight goes thorow, S r r e s With radiant beams, the ilve st am ’ rr O er Leader H aughs and Ya ow.

When Aries the day and night

In equal length divideth, a And frosty Saturn t kes his ﬂight, Nae langer he abideth ; r wi Then Flo a queen, th mantle green, h r rr Casts off e former so ow, ’ ’ Cer e An d vows to dwell with s sel ,

In Leader H aughs and Yarrow.

an la m a P , p y g on his iten reed, n d er A sheph ds , him attending, Do r r r he e esort, thei ﬂocks to feed, Th e hills and haughs commending ; e With cur and kent, upon the b nt, — rr Sing to the sun , good mo ow, And swear nae ﬁ elds m air pl easures yields T L a r H an d Y han e de aughs arrow.

A r L e house the e stands on eader sid , r r Su mounting my desc iving, r sae r r an d a r With ooms a e, windows f i , ’ Lik e Daedalus contriving M en e cr passing by do oft n y, In sooth it hath n ae marr ow ; It stands as sweet on Lead er side As N r Ya ewa k does on rrow.

A r mile below, wha lists to ide, Will hear the mavis singing ; ’ ’ S L ar a S Into aint eon d s b nks he ll bide, S TTI SH S N G CO O . 33

r in in Sweet bi ks her head ow erh g g . ‘ " Th e - lint white loud, and gowdspink proud r an d rr With tuneful th oats na ow, ’ S L r Into aint eona d s banks they sing, As sweetly as in Yarrow .

‘ Th e lilteth r lapwing owe the lea, With nimbl e wing she sporteth ’ But vows she ll ﬂee far fr om the tree Where Philomel r es ort eth B r th e ar y b eak of day l k can say, ’ - rr I ll bid you a good mo ow, I ’ll streek my wing, and, mounting, sing ’ r L H O e eader aughs and Yarrow .

’ a - - Park, W nton wa s , and Wooden cleugh, Th e E e Main s es ast and West r , ’ Th e L r e e wood of ande s fair n ugh, Th e Blain sh es corns are good in , W r he e aits are ﬁne, and sold by kind, That if ye sear ch all thor ough M eam s B Mar ar e , uchan, , nane better

Than Leader H aughs and Yarrow.

Bum m ill Whiteslade In Bog and Shaws, Th e fearful hare she haunteth - Braidwoodshi el knaws Brig haugh and she , An d Chap el-wood fr equenteth : Yet r Kaidslie r when she i ks to Bi ks, ﬁ ns She and sighs for sorrow,

We a e er e us e th e or ow ds i n k n s tea of h v h d w d g p , i d P r o n e as be n m or e in ee n t th e s m c t of g , i g k pi g wi h i pli i y th e s on an d at an r ate r o ne i s na r o r ate as g ; , y , P g i pp p i , the s a o n e er s n — ED w ll w v i gs . C S TTI S S N G. 34 CO H O

L H That she should leave sweet eader aughs,

And cannot win to Yarrow.

Wh at sweeter music wad ye hear Than hounds and beagles crying ? r r a Th e startled har e ins ha d with fe r, Upon h er speed r elying : But yet h er str ength it fails at length ; rr Nae bielding can she bo ow, ’ Clackm ae or H In Sorr el s ﬁelds , , ags

An d sighs to be on Yarrow.

R R S S For ockwood, ingwood, potty, hag, With sight an d scent pursue her T ah h er e i ill , , pith b g ns to ﬂag Nae cunning can rescu e h er er e r Ow dub and dyk , owe seugh and syke, ’ rin e all r She ll the ﬁ lds tho ough , ’ T a sh e L H ill, f iled, fa s on ead er aughs , And far l bids ewee to Yarrow.

Erslin ton owd nkn Sing g and C e ow es , Wh er e H omes had ance commanding ; An d Dr r an e th e - yg g , with milk white yowes, ’ T x T ee an d Lea r wi t w d d e standing. Th e bir d that ﬂe es through Reedpath trees And Gl edsw ood banks ilk morrow, May chaunt and sing sweet Leader H aughs An d H owm s Y bonnie of arrow.

But Minstrel Burne cannot assuage H is e e e re grief, whil lif ndu th, To th e a e a e see ch ng s of this g , That ﬂeeting time procur eth S TTI S N CO H SO G. 35

For many a place stands in hard case, r Whe e blythe folk kend nae sorrow, H L a r- With omes that dwelt on e de side, An d ar Scotts that dwelt on Y row.

T s er on s on i n w c o e er th e old hi v y l g g, hi h, h w v , ” o er or m n s tre a s h e s t es m s e oes tt e m ore vi l ( i l, yl hi lf) d li l t an o n r e eat th e n am es of th e aces ear to him h l vi gly p pl d , i s s o full of m elody an d of ten der m oum ful s im plicity that i t h as for a on t m e s om e s a tw o cen tur es b een a l g i , y i , favour ite with th e Scotch p e ople an d on this a ccoun t w e

a e ns er te i t er e . Of th e aut or n ot n ate er h v i d h h , hi g wh v i s n o n e x ce t th e n am e c his s on es hi m k w , p whi h g g iv , n r Burne Mi s t el .

xxvn .

A OLD R OB I N GRA Y.

L ad A n ne Li ndsa ter w a r ds B a r nar d. y y , af

or n 1 0 D d 1 2 B 75 ie 8 5 . W hen the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at

hame, ’ An d a th e warld to Sleep are gane ; ’ ’ ’ Th e 0 a r e e waes my he rt fa in showe s frae my ,

When my gudeman lies sound by me.

’ Y for oung Jamie lo ed me weel, and sought me

his bride, But saving a crown he had naething else beside ; T n o make that crown a pou d, my Jamie gaed to sea

’ And the ci own and the pound were baith for

me . S TTI S S N G. 35 CO H O

’ H e hadna been awa a week but only twa ,

When my mother Sh e fell sick, and the cow was stown awa’ ’ 1 My father brak his arm, and my Jam e at the

s ea, a- An d auld Robin Gray cam courting me .

My father couldna work, and my mother couldna s 1n p , ’ i a I to l d d y and night, but their bread I couldna

’ ’ inaintain d wi r Auld Rob them baith, and tea s ’ e e in his ,

a for O . S id, Jenny, their sakes, marry me

’ look d My heart it said nay, I for Jamie back

But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wreck The r e ? ship it was a w ck, why didna Jamie dee ’ An d ? why do I live to say, Wae s me

n My father al g ed sair, though my mother didna spea i ’ Sh e l ook d in my face till my heart was like to br eak ; ’ So they gi ed him my hand, though my heart was th e at sea, And R G auld obin ray is gudeman to me .

’

I hadna been a wife a week but only four, ’ e m ournfu th e Wh n as I sat on stane at the door, ’ h I saw my Jamie s wraith, for I couldna think it e, T ’ ill he said, I m come back for to marry thee . S TTI S S N G CO H O . 3 7

did O sair did we greet, and muckle we say, ae We took but kiss, and we tore ourselves away ’ I wish I were dead 1 but I m no like to dee ; ’ And why do I live to say, Wae s me ?

I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin

I darena think on Jamie, for that would be a sin ’ But I ll do my best a gude wife to be, r Fo auld Robin Gray is kind to me .

I I I XXV . H E FL WE RS OF TH E F R T O O EST.

ll — D a ne E iot. B or n 1 2 ied 1 80 y 7 7 5 .

’ - I ve heard them lilting, at our ewe milking, L a- asses lilting, before the dawn of day ;

But now they are moaning, on ilka green loaning ; ’ h e T Flowers of the Forest are a wede away.

At bughts in the mornin g nae blythe lads are s com ing Th e ar e w lasses lanely, and do ie, and wae ; Nae daﬂi n n a e g , gabbing, but sighing and sabbing,

Ilk ane lifts her leglin, and hies her away .

ar e In hairst, at the shearing, nae youths now eerin j g , h T e bandsters are lyart, and runkled and gray ; At ﬂ e ch fair or at preaching, nae wooing, nae e

’ r Th e Flowe s of the Forest are a wede away.

Ettri ck F or est ; i t com prehen ds a g reat part of the nt f e r cou y o S lki k . I SH S N 3g SCOTT O G.

At ’ e en, in the gloaming, nae swankies are roam mg ’ wi’ Bout stacks the lasses at bogle to play , r r But ilk ane sits ee ie, lamenting her dea ie ’ Th r r e Flowe s of the Fo est are a wede away.

D0 01 and wae for the order sent our lads to the Bor der Th e E nglish, for ance, by guile wan the day ; Th e r Flowe s of the Forest, that fought aye the e for most, Th e e . prim of our land, lie cauld in the clay

’ - We ll hear nae mair lilting at our ewe milking, Women and bairns ar e heartless and wa e

Sighing and moaning on ilka green loaning, ’ Th r r e Flowe s of the Forest a e a wede away.

I XX X. E FL W RS F THE F RE TH O E O O ST.

l u ﬁ e r d a erw a r s M s t A is on R t b d r . Co Mu r n rj , ﬂ .

Died 1 A ed a OOut 80 . 794 ; ! g

’ s I ve een the smiling of fortune beguiling, ’ r I ve felt all its favou s, and found its decay ;

Sweet was its blessing, and kind its caressing, ﬂ — i But now it is ed t is ﬂed far away.

’ I ve seen the Forest adorned of the foremost, r a r e ea an d With ﬂowe s of the f i st, most pl sant gay ; e was e r Full swe t th i blooming, their scent the r air pe fuming, ’ But now they are withered, and a wede away.

TTI SH S N SCO O G.

ra a H e was a b w g llant, ’ ’ An d he play d at the ba And the bonny Earl of Murray ’ Was the ﬂower amang them a .

H e was a braw gallant, ’ An d he play d at the glove ; An d E the bonny arl of Murray, h ’ O he was the queen s love .

Oh lang will his lady L ’ ook ow r the castle downe, Ere she see the Ear l of Murray um C sounding throw the town e.

XXXL

I D E R G L OY.

Gilderoy was a bonnie boy H ad r oses tull his shoon His ere e stockings w of silk n soy, ’ Wi g ar tars hanging downe a e It was I ween com ly sicht, To see sae trim a boy ; ’ H e r lich was my j oy and hea t s de t, r My handsome Gilde oy .

O een sic twa charming he had, ’ A br eath as swe et s a r ose ; H e r e H never wo a ighland plaid, But costly silken clothes ’ H e ain d e g the love of ladi s gay, ’ Nane e er to him was coy SCOTTI SH SON G. 4 ,

Ah , wae is me I mourn the day, r For my dear Gilde oy.

G For ilderoy, that love of mine, r Gude faith, I f eely bought A e r w dding sa k of holland ﬁne, ’ Wi silken ﬂowers wrought And e m e e he gi d a w dding ring, ’ Which I r eceived wi j oy : ’ Nae lad n or lassi e e er could sing

Like me and Gilderoy.

h O , that he still had been content Wi’ me to lead his life ’ But f e r , ah, his man u h a t was bent To stir in feats of strife And he in many a venturous deed H is courage bauld wad try, And now this gar s my heart to bleed

For my dear Gilderoy.

An d when of me his leave he took, ’ Th e tear s they wat mine e e r I gave to him a pa ting look, ’ My b enison gang w i thee od e e G spe d thee we l, mine ain dear heart For gane is all my j oy M y heart is rent, sith we mann part, ” My handsome Gilderoy .

G r My ilde oy, baith far and near, ’ SVaS fear d in ilka toun , An d baul dly bare away the gear Of mony a Lawland loun TTI S S N G. 4 2 SCO H O

Nane e’ er durst meet him man to man H e w as s ae brave a boy ’ ’ er At l ength wi numb s he was ta en,

My handsome Gilderoy.

Wae worth the loun that made the laws To hang a man for gear r To eave of life for ox or ass, or r For sheep, ho se, or mear

H ad not the laws been made so strick, ’ I ne er had lost my joy, ’ ’ Wi sorrow ne er had wat my cheik

For my dear Gilderoy.

if G Gilderoy had done amiss , ’ H e micht have banish d been h r A what sair c uelty is this, To hang Sic handsome m en ’ T o 0 d hang the ﬂower Scottish lan , Sae sweet and fair a boy Nae lady had s ae white a hand

s G . A thou, my ilderoy

’ f G r fear d O ilde oy sae they were, They bound him meikle strong T E r e ull dinbu gh th y led him there, And on a gallows hung ; T e h y hung him high abune the rest, H e was s ae trim a boy ; T ’ here died the youth whom I lo ed best, G My handsome ilderoy.

G er o w as a ce ebr ate H an reebooter wh o ild y l d ighl d f , , w t ﬁ ve of hi s com ra es w as execute in E n bur in i h d , d di g h S TTI S S N G CO H O . 4 3

16 T s ba a i lan and 38. hi ll d s a great favourite i n Scot d ; i s s ung to what Mis s F err ier calls th e queen of all th e Scotc tun es La ar a 16 1 2 a er e th e h . dy W dl w ( 77 to 7 7) lt d or s of th e o er ba a c er e s u ose to be w d ld ll d, whi h w pp d s om ewhat in deli cate ; w e have given h er vers ion m inus our s tanz as f .

I I XXX . H E L 0 W LAND F H T S O OLLAND .

M y love has built a bonnie ship, and set her on

the sea, With seven-score good marin ers to bear her

companie, ’ T r - hr - here s th ee score is sunk, and t ee score dead

at sea, ’ And the low lands of H olland hae tw in d my

love and me. M y love he built anither ship, and set her on

the main , An d nane but twenty mariners for to br ing her

hame, n s ea But the weary wind bega to rise, and the

began to rout, ’ My love then and his bonnie ship turn d wither

shins about.

T here shall neither coif come on my head, nor

comb come in my hair, There shall neither coal nor candle light Shine in my bower mair ; N or will I love anither ane until the day I dee ’ e For I nev r loved a love but ane, and he s ’ h drown d in t e sea . S TTI SH S N G. 4 4 CO O

h h n u still O a d your tong e, my daughter dear, be and be content; n eedna r There are mair lads in Galloway, ye sai

lament. ’ h ! r G at O the e is nane in alloway, there s nane a’ for me ’ h e s For I never loved a love but ane, and ’ drown d in the sea .

XXXI I I .

B ARB ARA ALLAN

t n It was in and about the Mar i mas time, ’ r a- When the green leaves we e fallin , T Gra in hat Sir John eme the west countrie, ’ Fell in love wi Barbara Allan .

H e sent his man down through the town, ’ To e er sh e was dwallin the plac wh e , O e , haste and com to my master dear, in r A G ye be Ba bara llan .

r O, hooly, hooly, ase she up To r the place whe e he was lying, And r e th e when she d w curtain by, ’ Y r oung man, I think ye e dying .

’ ’ ’ r S It s oh , I m sick, I m very ve y ick, ’ ’ ” An d for r r A it s a Ba ba a llan . ’ O r m e e , the bette for ye se n ver be, ’ Though your heart s blude were a-spillin S TTI S S N G CO H O . 4 5

Oh n m an Sh e , dinna you mind, you g , said , ’ W a-drinkin hen ye was in the tavern , That ye made the healths gae round and round ” And slichtit Barbara Allan ?

H e tu rned his face unto the wall, ’ An d death was with him dealin “ ’ A r dieu , adieu, my dear f iends a , B ” And be kind to arbara Allan .

T hen slowly, slowly rase she up, An d S f slowly, lowly le t him , ’ An d Sh e sighin , said, could not stay,

Since death of life had reft him .

She hadna gane a mile but twa , ’ When she heard the d eid-bell ringin An d r — eve y j ow that the deid bell gied,

r A . It cried, woe to Ba bara llan

’ h e O , moth r, mother, mak my bed , ’ And mak it saft an d narrow d Since my love died for me to ay, ’ - ” I ll die for him to morrow.

a e ear i t r em ar e of t s ba a t at We h v h d k d hi ll d , h “ ” there is n ot a m ore g ratuitous tragedy on r ecord .

I XXX V . WARE N A M Y H E AR T LI CH T I WAD E D E .

La d GI isell om e ter w a r ds B a y H , af 1 D d 665 ie 1 74 6.

’ T Ma m en here ance was a y , and she lo ed na , Sh e biggi t her bonnie bower doun in yon glen S TTI SH S N G. 4 5 CO O

r D awell-a- But now she c ies , ool and day

r e r . Come down the g en gate, and come he e away

’ ’ cam Wh en bonnie young Johnnie o er the sea, H e said he saw naething sae lovely as me H e hecht me rings and monie braw things r An d wer e na my hea t licht I wad dee .

’ H e had a wee titty that lo ed na me , Because I was twice as bonnie as sh e ’ ’ rais d x r She such a pother twi t him and his mothe ,

That were na my h eart licht I wad dee.

The th e r day it was set, and b idal to be, Th e wife took a dwam, and lay down to dee ; ’ a Sh e ran ed She m n d and g , out of dolour and pain, ’ T vow d ill he he never wad see me again .

His e kin was for ane of a higher degre , a a h e S id, Wh t had to do with the like of me ? A e was lb it I bonnie, I was na for John nie And were na my heart licht I wad dee .

T n hey said I had either cow nor calf, Nor r r r ra f d ibbles of d ink ins through the d f , N r - ’ o pickles of meal rins through the mill e e ; An d er e ea w na my h rt licht I wad dee .

His t itty she was baith wylie and slee, She spi ed me as I cam’ ower the lea And ran a then she in, and m de a loud din, ain Believe your een, an ye trow no me .

’ His bonnet stood aye fu round on his brow H IS l k’ ’ auld ane oo d aye as weel as some s n ew ;

SCO TTI SH SON G.

n I thought upon the witchi g smile, a That caught my youthful f ncy.

’ r each d At length I the bonnie glen , Wher e early life I sport ed ; ’ as s d r t r I p the mill and t ys ing tho n , r Where Nancy oft I cou ted . ain e r Wha spied I but my d a maid, ’ Down by her mother s dwelling ? An d turned me round to hide the ﬂood ’ That in my e e was swelling.

’ ’ Wi alter d voice , quoth I , Sweet lass , ’ a r Sweet as yon h wtho n s blossom, a h e O happy, h ppy may be, ’ ar That s de e st to thy bosom . ’ M r I ve far a y pu se is light, to g ng, An d fain would be thy lodger, ’ I ve served my king an d country lang a r Take pity on sodge .

wi sh e Sae stfully gazed on me , An d lovelier grew than ever ’ A a e Quoth she, sodger nc I lo ed, r Fo get him shall I never . Our e an d h am el e humbl cot y far , ’ Ye fre ely shall partake o t T a a a h t gall nt badge , the de r cockade , ’ ’ Y r e e welcome for the sake o t.

’ She gazed— sh e r edden d like a rose Syne pale as ony lily ; r She sank within my a ms , and cried , Art thou my ain dear Willie ? S S N G SCO TTI H O . 4 9

H im sun Sk By , who made yon and y, ’ By whom true love s regarded , I am th e man and thus may still T rue lovers be rewarded .

’ ’ Th e ar e an d wars o er, I m come hame, An d ﬁnd thee still true-hearted ’ T r r r hough poor in gea , we e ich in love, ’ ’ An r r d mai we se ne e be parted . sh e r Quoth , My g andsire left me gowd, ’ ’ A mailin pl enish d fairly ’ T faithfu hen come, my sodger lad, ’ Thou rt welcome to it dearly

For gold the merchant ploughs the main, Th e farmer ploughs the manor ’ But glory is the sodger s prize, ’ Th e sodger s wealth is honour ; ’ Th e r r er brave poo sodge ne despise, Nor count him as a stranger R ’ ’ emember he s his country s stay, I n day and hour of danger.

AN N AI V’ WI ND I N STRE AM S G .

’ ’ n A na s f m om O n n banks, in li e s gay , I tuned my wood-notes wild D S G SCOTTI SH ON .

’ f r I sang O ﬂocks and ﬂow y plains, ’ Like natur e s simpl e child . e e — I Som talked of w alth heard of fame, ’ But thought twas all a dream ; For dear I loved a village maid ’ r By Annan s winding st eam .

Th - r e dew bespangled blushing ose, ’ h a T e g rden s joy and pride, ’ r r Was ne er so f ag ant nor so fair, r As she I wished my b id e . T r r a h er h e spa kling adi nce of eye, ’ Was bright as Phoebus b eam ’ Each grace adorn d my village maid ’ By Annan s winding stream .

’ But war s shrill clarion ﬁ ercely blew ; The sound alarmed my ear ; ’ ’ My country s wr ongs call d for redress Could I my aid forb ear ? ' ’ N -S r e arra d o oon, in wa lik garb y , r r a With a ms that b ight did gle m, ’ s i h d and e I g , left my villag maid A ’ By nnan s winding stream .

r e e Pe haps bl st peace may soon r turn, With all her smiling train ’ For Britain s conqu ests still proclaim H er er e sov ign of the main . ’ th e a With joy I d quit g y parad e, ’ An d canvass-cover d plain An d haste to clasp my village maid A ’ By nnan s winding stream . S TTI S S N G CO H O . 51

x x xvrr.

D ON OCH T- E AD H .

’ K Don ocht H een blaws the wind o er ead , Th e e r snaw driv s snelly th ough the dale, Th e er e gab lunzie tirls my sn ck , ’ ’ An d shiv rin e , g , t lls his waefu tale C O auld is the night, let me in , ’ An d r dinna let you Minstrel fa , And dinna let his winding-sh eet ’ Be naething but a wreath o snaw.

’ Full ninety winters ha e I seen, An d piped whare gorcocks whirring ﬂew ’ ’ An d danc d mony a day ye ve , I ween, To lilts which frae my dr one I blew ’ M E wak d y ppie , and soon she cried, G et up , gudeman, and let him in For weel ye ken th e winter night ’ Was short when he began his din .

M E ’ ’ y ppie s voice, 0 wow it s sweet ’ E en though Sh e bans and scolds a wee ; ’ ’ But when it s tun ed to sorrow s tale ’ 0 , haith, it s doubly dear to me

’ in Come , auld carle I ll steer my ﬁre, ’ An d mak it bleeze a bonnie ﬂame ; ’ Y th e e our blude is thin , ye ve tint gat , ’ Ye should nae stray sae far frae hame . ’ ’ Nae hame ha e I , the Minstrel said, ’ ’ ’ Sad party strife o ertum d my ha SOIVG SCOTTI SH .

’ An d 0 , weeping, at the eve life ’ ’ I wander through a wreath o snaw.

D on noelzt-Head i s n ot m in e ; I would give ’ - i r B u r ns . pounds t we e.

I I XXXVI .

MAR Y M ORI SOI V.

R. B u r n s .

0 Mary, at thy window be, ’ wi sh d r It is the , the t ysted hour Those smiles and glances let m e s ee ’ th e r r That make mise s t easure poor. H w r o blithely wad I bide the stou e, e r A weary slav f ae sun to sun, th e r a e Could I rich ew rd s cure, r r Th e lovely Ma y Mo ison .

e r Yestr en, when to the trembling st ing ’ Th e a r lichtit dance g ed th ough the ha , To thee my fancy took its wing s at e e I , but n ith r heard nor saw. T a r hough this was f ir, and that was b aw, ’ An d th e a yon to st of a the town, ’ ’ si h d a e I g , and said am ng th m a , ” Ye ar e r r na Ma y Mo ison .

0 r w e Ma y, canst thou r ck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die Or r a e canst thou b eak th t h art of his , Whase only faut is loving th ee ? G SCOTTI SH SON . 53

If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least b e pity to me shown A thought ungentle canna be ’ Th e thought 0 Mary Morison .

H az litt con siders this one of th e best s ong s whi ch en Burns h as wr itt .

I XXX X.

R . B u r n s .

A e Flow gently, sweet fton, among thy gr en braes, ’ e r Flow gently, I ll sing the a song in thy p aise ; ’ My Mary s asleep by thy murmur ing str eam

Af . Flow gently, sweet ton, disturb not her dream

- Thou stock dove, whose echo resounds through

the glen, in Ye wild whistl g blackbirds, in yon thorny den, - - Thou green crested lap wing, thy screaming for a be r,

n f . I charge you, disturb not my slumberi g air

w t A u H o lof y, sweet fton, thy neighbo ring hills, ’ m ark d n Far with the courses of clear, wi ding

rills ’ T dail I here y wander, as noon rises high, ’ My ﬂocks and my Mary s sweet cot in my eye .

H ow pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in th e woodlands the primroses blow T here oft, as mild evening creeps over the lea, - Th e sweet scented birk shades my Mary and me . TTI SH S N G. 54 SCO O

Th r A e e y c ystal stream, fton, how lov ly it glid s, er r r e An d winds by the cot wh e my Ma y esid s , h er w H ow wanton thy waters sno y feet lave, ’ A a r ﬂow r ets o i s g the ing sweet , she stems thy lea

wave .

A e r Flow gently, sweet fton, among thy gre n b aes, e e r r e e Flow g ntly, swe t ive , the th m of my lays ’ r r r a My Ma y s asleep by thy murmu ing st e m , A r e . Flow gently, swe t fton, distu b not her dream

XL. M H I GH LAND AR Y.

B ur ns R. .

Ye banks and braes and streams around ’ Th e e 0 r castl Montgome y, G reen be your woods, and fair your ﬂowers, Your wat ers never drum lie T r S r unfaulds he e immer ﬁ st her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last farew eel ’ H O my sweet ighland Mary.

’ H ow bloom d sweetly the gay green birk, ’ H ow rich the hawthorn s blossom, As r underneath their f agrant shade, ’ I clasp d her to my bosom Th e golden hours, on angel wings, ’ Flew o er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life H Was my sweet ighland Mary.

TTI SH S N G. 56 SCO O

can et That sacred hour I forg , ’ r th e a e Can I fo get h llow d grov , th e A r m et Wh ere, by winding y , we , To live one day of parting love ? Eternity can not efface r e Those reco ds d ar of transports past, Thy image at our last embrace ’ Ah little thought w e twas our last

’ A r kiss d y , gurgling, his pebbled shore, ‘ ’ ’ erhun thick nin O g with wild woods , g green ; Th e r r f ag ant birch, and hawthorn hoar, ’ ’ T ra tur d wined am rous round the p scene . ’ The ﬂow rs sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray T th e ill too, too soon, glowing west ’ P roclaim d the speed of winged day.

’ ’ S m em r till o er these scenes my y wakes , And fondly broods with mis er care ; T r r ime but the imp ession stronge makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. r e My Ma y, d ar departed shade Wher e is thy place of blissful rest ? See’st thou thy lover lowly laid ’ Hear st thou the groans that rend his breast ?

I I XL . MAR Y’S D R A E M .

— okn L ow e. B or n 1 0 Died 1 Y 75 798 .

’ The clim b d moon had the highest hill, W ’ D hich rises o er the source of ee, S TTI S S N G CO H O . 57

And from the eastern summit Shed H er silver light on tower and tree ; ar h r S When M y laid e down to leep , H er thoughts on Sandy far at sea ; e Wh n soft and low, a voice was heard, ) r P Saying, Ma y, weep no more for me

She from her pillow gently rais ed H er ask r e head, to who the might be ; She saw young Sandy shiver ing stand ’

a e e . With visage p le, and hollow r 0 Mary dea , cold is my clay ;

It lies beneath a stormy sea . e Far, far from thee, I sl ep in death , r e So, Ma y, we p no more for me

T hree stormy nights and stormy days , We tossed upon the raging main And r long we strove our ba k to save,

But all our striving was in vain . E rr e ven then, when ho or chill d my blood, My heart was ﬁlled with love for thee Th e r storm is past, and I at est So , Mary, weep no more for me

O maiden dear, thyself prepare S We soon hall meet upon that shore, r e r Where love is f e f om doubt and care, ” And thou and I shall part no more ! L cook oud crowed the , the shadow ﬂed

N0 more of Sandy could she see . f S But so t the passing pirit said, ” r I Sweet Ma y, weep no more for me G SCOTTI SH SON . 58

I XLI I .

d 1 80 . ll ie — B or n 1 5 D ie 3 7 a mes B ai 73

On a rock by seas surrounded, Distant far from sight of shore, ’ k d r e e , Wh en th e shipwrec w tch, confound d e H ear s th e bellowing temp st roar, r a e Hop es of life do th en fo s k him, ’ In this last depl or d extrem e 10 own r a , When, his loud sh ieks wake him An d he ﬁnds it all a dr eam .

’ L ORD ULLI N S D A UGH TE R .

— l B or n 1 D ied 1 8 . Tltom as Ca mpbe l . 77 7 4 4

A chieftain to the Highlands bound, a arr Cri es , Bo tman, do not t y ' ’ And I ll give thee a silver pound ’ T0 r ow us o er th e ferry

‘ r Loch l e Now who b e ye would c oss gy , ’ This dark an d storm y wat er ? ’ ’ h U e 0 I m t e chi ef of lva s Isl , ’ An d this Lord Ullin s daughter.

’ An d fast before h er father s m en ’ e ﬂ ed e er Three days we v tog th , For should he ﬁnd us in th e gl en

My blood would stain the heather. S T I S S N CO T H O G. 59

H is hor semen hard behin d us ride r Should they our steps discove , Th en who will che er my bonny bride When they have slain her lover ? ’

O ut th e r H W spoke ha dy ighland ight, ’ ’ e ea I ll go , my chi f, I m r dy er r It is not for your silv b ight, But for your Winsome lady

An d by my word the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry ; So e ar e r though the wav s aging white, ’ ‘ ’ ’ r u rr I ll ow yo o er the fe y.

By this the storm grew loud apace, Th e wat er-wraith was shrieking An d in the scowl of heaven each face r r r G ew da k as they we e speaking .

But still as wilder blew th e wind An d th e r re as night g ew d arer, A th e e e ar down gl n rod med men, r r Thei t ampling sounded nearer.

O ! ’ haste thee , haste the lady cries , Though t emp ests r ound us gather ; ’ ra I ll meet the ging of the skies, ’ r But not an ang y father.

Th e boat has left a stormy land , ' A r s ea r e sto my befo her, O for When too strong human hand, ’ ’ Th a h r r e tempest g t e d o er h e . SCOTTI SH SON G.

’ An d still they row d against the roar Of waters fast pr evailing ; ’ h a a S Lord Ullin r eac d th t f tal hore,

H is wrath was changed to wailing.

a e r For sor e dism y d , th ough storm and shade, H e did his child discover r e On e lovely hand she st tched for aid , r And on e was round her love .

r Come back come back he cried in g ief, Across this stormy water : ’ nd r e r H A I ll fo giv you ighland chief, ’ My daughter — O my daughter !

’ ’ Twas a th e lash d v in loud waves the shore, Return or aid preventing ’ Th e r e hI S wate s wild w nt o er child, An d he was left lamenting.

XLV. D I I F M Y AR TH O U D E E . E E,

L ove never more shall give me pain, ’ My fancy 5 ﬁxed on thee ; Nor r e r eve maid my h a t shall gain , e My P ggie, if thou dee . Th y beauties did such pleasure give, ’ Thy love s so true to me e e Without the I shall never liv , a My de rie, if thou dee . S TTI S S N G CO H O . 6 1

If fate shall tear thee from my breast, H ow shall I lonely stray ’ r In dreary d eams the night I ll waste,

In sighs the silent day. ’ I ne er can so much virtue ﬁnd, Nor such perfection see : T ’ hen I ll renounce all womankind,

My Peggie, after thee .

N - r e o new blown beauty ﬁ s my heart, ’ With Cupid s raving rage ; But thine, which can such sweets impart,

Must all the world engage . ’ T was this that like the morning sun, Gave j oy and life to me ’ And des tin d , when its day is done,

With Peggie let me dee.

Y e i powers that smile on v rtuous love, And in such pleasure share, Ye who its faithful ﬂames approve, With pity view the fair ’ R r estore my Peggie s wonted cha ms , Those charms so dear to me ; Oh r , never rob them f om my arms ’ I m lost if Peggie dee .

XLVI . AB FARE WE LL TO L O CH ER .

Alla n a m sa R y .

r Lochab m Fa ewell to er, and farewell, y Jean, Where heartsome with thee I ’ ve mony a day been TTI SH S N G. 62 SCO O

L a er r e For Lochaber no more, och b no mo , ’ We ll mayb e r eturn to Lochaber no more . ’ ’ e r for r Thes e tears that I shed, th y e a my dea , And no for the dangers attending on weir Though borne on rough seas to a far bloody o e sh r , Maybe to return to Lochaber no more

T r r hough hurricanes rise, and ise eve y wind, ’ ’ They ll ne er make a tempest like that in my m m d T e r 011 e r r hough loud st of thunde s loud r waves oa , ’ That s naething like leaving my love on th e shor e . ’ To ee m e ear r a leave th behind my h t is sai p in d , ’ But by eas e that s inglorious no fame can b e ’ g ain d ’ An d beauty and love s the rewar d of the brave An d n r I ma n deserve it before I can c ave .

T r ean hen glo y, my J y, mann plead my excuse , r r e u ? Since honou commands me, how can I f s e ’ Without it I n e er can have m erit for thee ; ’ And r r wanting thy favou I d bette not be . r I go then, my lass , to win honou and fame ; And r if I should luck to come glo iously hame, ’ ’ r e e r I ll b ing th e a heart with lov running o e , ’ And then I ll leave thee and Lochaber no mor e

x 1.v11.

TH E WI D O W’S L AME N T

Tnom as Sm iO er t .

Afor e the Lammas tide ’ H ad r re dun d the bi ken t e,

N G SCOTTI SH SO .

’ r th eirs el Our bonnie igs , ’ a e Reca my w s to mind, Our puir dumb beasties tell ’ ’ O a that I have tin ed

For whae our wh eat will saw, e And whae our sh ep will shear, Sin ’ my a’ gaed awa’ ’ ’ In th e fa o the year ?

My heart is growing cauld, An d will be caulder still n r th e A d sair, sai in fauld ’ Will be the winter s chill ; ’ r e For peats we yet to ca , ur S e er e r O he p they w to smea , ’ ’ When my a dwined awa ’ ’ In th e fa o the year.

e I ttle whiles to spin , ’ w ee atterin But , wee p feet ’ C e rinnin om out and in, And then I just mann greet ’ ’ k en a I it s fancy , And er r fast ows the tear , ’ ’ That my a dwined awa ’ ’ th e In fa o the year .

’ h eav n a Be kind, 0 bune To an e wae sae and lane, ’ ’ An tak h er ham ewards snn e, ’ In pity 0 h er mane : L er e ar ong the M ch winds blaw, Sh e far far r r May , f ae h e e, ’ ’ ’ Meet them a that s awa ’ ’ ’ th a Sin the fa o e ye r. S S N G SCOTTI H O . 6 5

XLV I I I . A L OGAN B R E S.

oﬁ n — B or n 1 D ied 1 8 6 y n May e. 759 ; 3 .

’ By Logan s streams that rin sae deep ’ ’ ’ Fu aft wi e r , gle , I ve he ded sheep, ’ ’ r ath er d S I ve he ded sheep , or g laes, ’

Wi L r . my dear lad, on ogan b aes ’ e r e are But wae s my h a t tha days gane, ’ ’ An d fu r e o grief I he d alan ,

While my dear lad mann face his faes, L Far, far frae me and ogan braes .

Nae L mair, at ogan kirk, will he, ’ A e wi tween the preachings , m et me ’ ’ wi m e Meet , or when it s mirk,

Convoy me hame frae Logan kirk . I weel may Sing thae days ar e gane r r e F ae ki k and fair I come alan , W a n f hile my de r lad ma n face his aes, Far r and L , far f ae me ogan braes

’ At e e en, wh n hope amaist is gane, r e r a I dande dowi and fo l ne, r r - O sit beneath the t ysting tree , W ’ here ﬁrst he spak 0 love to me . ’ a O cou d I see th e days again, e My lover skaithl ss, and my ain ; ’ Rever d r and far r by f iends , f ae faes, ’ In We d live bliss on Logan braes .

h e au or of th ill n a n e w as t t e S er Gu 8. P oem d M y h , e s cr b n th e ract ce of s oot n for a tt e s er un i i g p i h i g li l ilv g , E N G 66 SCOTTI SH SO .

VI had r es en te to th e town of Dum r es whi ch Jam es . p d f i , as at s ta ted nter a s for m an ears com and which w , i v l , y y e The P o em i s tt an d peted for by th e towns peopl . wi y r i n a r at er unusua e r ee but the a us ons be n cleve , h l d g ll i i g rs ona i t i s n ow to a r eat ex ten t chieﬂy local and pe l, g or otten f g .

I XL X.

I THE B USH AB OON TRA ! (IA R .

w or RoOer t Cr a f d.

H ’ i ear me, ye nymphs, and ev ry swa n, ’ I ll tell how Peggy grieves me ; ’ Tho thus I languish and complain, ’

A e . las , she ne er beli ves me i S air My vows and sighs, l ke ilent , r Unheeded neve move her. Th e T bonny bush aboon raquair, r Was where I ﬁ st did love her.

T e hat day she smil d, and made me glad,

’ ’ N s eem d o maid ever kinder, e I thought myself the lucki st lad, r So sweetly the e to ﬁnd her. ’ r e r I t ied to sooth my am ous ﬂam e, In words that I thought tende ’ ’ r e as s d If mo e ther p , I m not to blame h r I meant not to offend e .

Yet s com ful now she ﬂees the plain, Th e ﬁelds we then frequented ; ’ If e er we meet, she shows disdain, ’ She looks as ne er acquainted . S N G SCO TTI SH O . 6 7

’ m r Th e bonnie bush bloo d fai in May, ’ ’ It s sweets I ll aye remember ; But now h er frowns make it d ecay ;

It fades as in December.

’ rs t Ye rural pow who hear my s rains, Why thus Should Peggy g rieve me ? Oh make her partner in my pains

Then let her smil es reli eve me . I f e a not, my love will turn d sp ir, M r y passion no mo e tender, ’ T r I ll leave the bush aboon raquai , ’ To lonely wilds I ll wander.

‘ ’ Th e Bus aboonTra ua r w as a antat on of c h q i pl i , whi h, “ ” w e are to on a few s o tar r a e trees n ow ld, ly li y gg d rem a n c os e toTra ua r H ouse i n P eebleshir e i , l q i

Villiam a il on o n ou r — P m t B a . B or n 1 0 D ied 1 H f g 7 4 754 .

’ Ah m um ful the shepherd s o fate, ’ ’ doom d doom d When to love and to languish, ’ To bear the scornful fair one s hate, Nor dare disclose his anguish Yet i eager looks, and dy ng sighs M o y secret soul disc ver, W r hile rapture, trembling th ough mine eyes, R ’ eveals how much I love her. Th e tender glance, the reddening cheek, ’ O ers r ead p with rising blushes , A thousand various ways th ey Speak A thousand various wishes . S N G. 68 SCOTTI SH O

a e r , Fo , oh that form so he v nly fair ee Thos e languid eyes so sw tly smiling, air That artl ess blush and modest , So fatally b eguiling, an d r , Thy every look, every g ace ’ e e ee, So charm , when er I vi w th ’ th e Till d eath o ertak e me in chase Still will my hopes pur sue th ee .

r ar e , Then, when my tedious hou s past Be this last bl essing given, Low at thy feet to br eathe my last, An d die in sight of heaven .

en ous oun ent e H am ilton w as on e of th e ing i y g g l ’ ” Ram s a s Tea Ta ble M i s m en wh o con tributed to Allan y e o u ar in Scot n H is s on s er e at on e t m cella y . g w i p p l 1 a ter becam e n o e in th e r eb e on of 74 5; lan d . H e i v lv d lli f h e H an s h e es ca e to lur king for s om e tim e in t ighl d , p d

h e . er e a ter s e era ears of ex e, e France, wh , f v l y il di d

LI .

WH Y H AN GS TH A T CL O UD .

n our Wi lliam Ha m ilton of B a g .

r Why hangs that cloud upon thy b ow, ’ That b eauteous h eav n er ewhile serene ? r an Whence do thes e sto ms d temp ests ﬂow, Or what this gust of passion m ean ? And must th en mankind lose that light e w as e Which in thin e yes wont to shin , ’ cur d e e t And li e ob s in ndl ss nigh , For each poor silly speech of min e ? S TTI SH S N G CO O . 69

D ear child, how could I wrong thy name, ’ Since tis acknowledged on all hands, T ue a a hat could ill tong s buse thy f me, Thy beauty would make large amends Or if I durst profanely try ’ ’ ’ Th ow rful y beauty s p charms t upbraid, Th y virtue well might give the lie, r t No call thy beau y to its aid .

’ V a r For enus every he rt t ensna e, ’ deck d With all her charms has thy face, An d r Pallas, with unusual ca e, a Bids wisdom heighten every gr ce . Who can the double pain endure ? Or who must not resign the ﬁeld To thee, celestial maid, secure With Cupid’ s bow and Pallas ’ shield ?

’ iv n If then to thee such power is g , Let wr e e not a tch in torment liv , ’ H ea n But smile, and learn to copy v , r Since w e must sin ere it fo give . Yet pity ing H eaven not only do es ’ th an d Forgive offender the offence, ’ e a eas d But even its lf, pp , bestows, A S the reward of penitence .

LI I .

’ TH O U AR T GANE A WA .

Al x a nder B oswell B ar t -B or n 1 D ied Sir e , . 7 75

T ’ ’ hou art gane awa , thou art gane awa ’ T r hou art gane awa frae me, Ma y S TTI S S N G. 7 0 CO H O

Nor fri ends n or I could make thee stay,

m e M r . Thou has cheated them and , a y Until this hour I never thought a e That aught could lt r thee, Mary ’ r Thou rt still the mistress of my hea t, r Think what you will of me, Ma y.

’ Whate er he said or might pretend , e M r Who stole that heart of thin , a y ’ ’ r e True love, I m su e, was ne r his end

e e r . Or n ae sic lov as min , Ma y e I spoke sincere, nor ﬂatter d much ,

Nae selﬁsh thoughts in me, Mary

Ambition, wealth, nor naething such ;

No . , I loved only thee, Mary

’ Though you ve been false, yet while I live, ’ ’ r I ll lo e n ae maid but thee, Ma y ; r r a s Let f iends fo get, I forgive, h T y wrongs to them and me, Mary e far ew eel b e So th n, of this sure, ’ e Since you ve be n false to me, Mary ’ For all th e world I d not endure ’ H e . alf what I ve done for the , Mary

Al exan der B oswell (created a bar on et in th e aut or of t s an d on e or tw o ot er s on s w as th e e es t h hi h g , ld ’ n of o n s on s B os e H e w as conn ecte wi t a s o J h w ll . d h o en t Tor n e s a er i n hi c t er e h ad a ear e vi l y w p p , w h h pp d s e era n su t n art c es u on a Mr Stuar t of Dun earn v l i l i g i l p . , a eaceab e e -es teem ed m an wh o o e er w as a p l , w ll , , h w v , t a er i . Stuar t a n n a n tr e to ﬁ nd out who Whig , f h vi g v i i d or h a h M s w as the aut d t e S. of on e of th e art c e h , i l , s e er e an n hi s r ate c aracter br ou t to him b v ly h dli g p iv h , gh y a n ee ar tn er i n th e con cern wh o it i s s a em an e dy p ( , id, d d d ’ 00 for th e a our . Th e MS w as in B s an 1;3 f v ) . oswell h d

S TTI S S N G. 7 2 CO H O

m se rom his ress n as s oon as he h ad extricate d hi lf f p i g n th e ra e of m oney difﬁ culties placed a Sim ple s ton e o g v , “ om he ca e his e er Br ot er In this youth, wh ll d ld h for tune .

R. B u r ns .

’ When o er the hill the eastern star, u htin- e ear o Tells b g tim is n , my j r e e And owsen f ae the furrow d ﬁ ld, r Return sae dowf and wea y, O Donn by the burn where scented birks ’ Wi ar r o dew e hanging clea , my j ; ’ th e lea-ri I ll meet th ee on g , My ain kind dearie O

r In mi kest glen, at midnight hour, ’ ’ e er e er O I d rove, and n be ie , ’ r If th o that glen I gaed to thee, r My ain kind dea ie, O ’ ’ A r e e er ltho the night we n sae wild, ’ An d r e w eari e I we ne er sae , 0 , ’ th e l ea-ri I d meet thee on g ,

My ain kind dearie, O

’ Th e un h ter lo es the morning sun, To th e eer o rouse mountain d , my j At th e er ee th e e noon ﬁsh s ks gl n, A r o long the burn to stee , my j S TTI S S N G CO H O . 7 3

’ ’ Gie 0 loam in me the hour g gray,

“ r s a e r It maks my hea t chee y, 0 , To th e l ea-ri meet thee on g , 1 My ain kind dearie, O

LV.

B RN D 0 (IN TH E U , VI E .

t n When rees did bud, and ﬁelds were gree , ’ An d br oom bloom d fair to see ; r When Ma y was complete ﬁfteen, ’ ’ An d love laugh d in h er c c ; ’ Blythe Davi e s blinks h er heart did move T o speak her mind thus free, D Gang doun the burn, avie, love,

An d I will follow thee .

Now Davie did each lad surpass That dwelt on this bum side An d r Ma y was the bonniest lass, Just meet to be a bride H r e cheeks were rosie , red and white ; H er een were bonnie blue H er r A r looks we e like uro a bright,

H er lips like dropping dew .

’ as s d What p , I guess , was harmless play, And naething sur e unmeet r For ganging hame I hea d them say, Th ey liked a walk sae sweet ; S TTI S S N G. 74 CO H O

And that they often should return ’ Sic pleasure to renew. L Quoth Mary, ove, I like the burn,

And aye shall follow you .

n We have om itted one stanz a of this so g .

0 MALL Y ’S ME EK

R. B u r n s .

AS I was walking up the street, ’ A bareﬁ t maid I ch an c d to meet ; But O the road was very har d ’ For that fair maiden s tend er feet.

’ ’ Mall s e Mall s O y me k , y sweet , ’ Mall s r e y modest and disc e t, ’ ’ Mall s Mall s y rare, y fair, ’ Mally s every way complete .

It were mair meet, that those ﬁne feet ’ er e e lac d W we l up in silken shoon, ’ An d twer e mor e ﬁt that sh e Should sit

Within yon chariot gilt aboon .

H er e r y llow hair, beyond compa e, Comes trinkling down her swan-white neck ; An d her two eyes , like stars in skies , Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck S COTTI SH SON G. 7 5

L I VI .

D AI N TY D A VI E .

R. B u r ns .

’ N wi r ow rosy May comes in ﬂowe s , To a e - deck her g y, gre n spreading bowers , An d i n now come my happy hours, i ’ D To wander w my avie .

M r eet me on the wa lock knowe,

D D t . D ainty avie, dain y avie ’ ’ T wi ou here I ll spend the day y ,

My ain dear dainty Davie .

’ Th e u S crystal waters round fa , ’ Th e r r me ry bi ds are lovers a , Th e e scented br ezes round us blaw, - ’ A wandering wi my Davie .

When purple morning starts the hare, To steal upon her early fare, T e r h n through the dews I will repai , ’ To meet my faithfu Davie .

When day, expiring in the west, ’ ’ Th e r a N r cu t in draws o atu e s rest, ’ ’ r I ll ﬂee to his a ms I lo e best, ’ An d that s my dainty Davie . TI S S N G. 7 6 SCOT H O

LVI I I . E I L O VE M Y j AN .

R. B u r ns .

’ a Of a the irts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west r For the e the bonnie lassie lives , ’ Th e lassie I lo e b est - r r r ow Ther e wild woods grow, and ive s , n e e ee A d moni a hill b tw n, ’ ' But day and night,my fan cy s ﬂight ’ Is ever wi my Jean .

th e r I see her in dewy ﬂowe s, I s ee h er sweet and fair ’ e h er th e tun efu r I h ar in bi ds, r r air I h ea her cha m the . ’ ’ er e ﬂow r Th s not a bonnie that springs, S or e By fountain, haw, gre n ; ’ T e e r h r s not a bonnie bi d that sings, ’ But minds me 0 my Jean .

LI X.

TH E I R GR O VE S 0 ’ S W YR T E E T M LE.

R B u r . n s .

’ Their gr oves 0 sweet myr tle let for eign lands r eckon, - Wh ere bright beamin g summer s exalt the per e fum , S TTI S S N CO H O G. 7 7

’ 0 br eckan Far dearer to me yon lone glen green , Wi ’ the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom r r ou e Far dea e to me are y humble broom bow rs , - Wh er e the blue bell and gowan lurk lowly un ~ seen r tri m r For the e, lightly pp g amang the wild ﬂowe s , A- listening the linnet, aft wanders my J ean .

Though rich is the breeze in their gay sunny e vall ys, ’ An d C cauld, aledonia s blast on the wave ; Their sweet-scented woodlands that skirt th e

proud palace, What ar e th ey ? Th e haunt of the tyr ant and slave ’ Th e an d - slave s spicy forests, gold bubbling foun

tains, Th e brave Caledonian views with disdain ; H e wander s as free as the winds of his moun

tains , S ’ ave love s willing fetters, the chains of his Jean !

SAE ME RR Y AS WE T WA H A ’E

A lass that was laden wi care Sat heavily under yon thorn ; S TTI S SON G. 7 8 CO H

’ ’ r I listen d a while for to hea , When thus she began for to mourn ’ r Whene er my d ear shephe d was there,

Th e birds did melodiously sing, e r And cold nipping winter did w a ,

A face that resembled the spring.

’ rr twa Sae me y as we ha e been, Sae merry as we twa ha’ e been

My heart is like for to break, ’ e Wh n I think on the days we ha e seen.

ur our O ﬂocks feeding close by side,

H e gently pressing my hand, e r I view d the wide wo ld in its pride, ’ ‘ An d laugh d at the pomp of command a m e My de r, he would oft to say, What mak es you hard-hearted to me ? h r O , why do you thus tu n away, From him who is dying for thee ?

B ut now he is far from my sight, r r r Pe haps a deceive may p ove, W hich makes me lament day and night, T er r e hat ev I g ant d my love . At e r f eve, wh n the est of the olk , Ar e rr S me ily seated to pin, e I set myself und r an oak , And heavily sigh for him.

T his s ong is beautiful the chorus in par ticul ar is t rul at et c. I n e er cou earn an t n of i ts y p h i v ld l y hi g, - a ut or. B ur n s h .

I SH S N G. 80 SCOTT O

LXI I .

F OR LA CK OF G OLD .

— D B or n 1 26 ? D ied 1 . M . Ada m Aus ti n , 7 7 74

’ e e m e O For lack of gold sh s l ft , , ’ ll t a e r r e t m e O An d of a h t s d a be f , ’ r Ath ole s Sh e m e fo sook for duke ,

sh e e . An d to endl ess woe has l ft me, O A star and garter have mor e art a a e a f e Th n youth, tru and f ith ul h art w e For empty titles must part, - ’ r m e . An d for glitte ing Show she s left , O

No cruel fair shall ever move ’ My injur d heart again to love Through distant clim at es I must r ove

e ean h as e O . Sinc J y she l ft me, Ye r r r powe s above , I to you ca e e e e r Giv up my faithl ss , lov ly fai Y r e e b e h er a ou choic st bl ssings sh re, ’

T e m e O . hough sh s for ever left ,

The cr ue a r a u e to b ecam e th e e of am es l f i ll d d wif J , Du e of At o e an d a ter ar ds a n s ur ed him k h l , f w , h vi g viv , e of Lor d Adam o e G or on Dr . Aust n n ot r wif d . i did v ” to d s tan t c m ates but con t nued to r a ct s e m e c ne in i li , i p i di i Ed nbur er e s om e our or ﬁ ve ears a ter ar s h e i gh , wh , f y f w d , w as m arr e i d .

I I I LX . M Y SH E E P I ’ VE F ORSAKE I V.

- Si r Gilber t E lliot B a r t. B or n 1 22 d , 7 D ie 1 77 7 .

’ e r a - My sh ep I ve fo s ken, and left my Sheep hook, And all the gay haunts of my youth I for sook S TI SH S N G CO T O . 8 1

N0 more for Am yn ta fr esh garlands I wove ;

e. For ambition, I said, would soon cure me of lov

h ? O , what had my youth with ambition to do Why left I Am yn ta? Why brok e I my vow ? h e - O , give me my sheep, and my she p hook r resto e, ’ An d Am nta I ll wander from love and y no more.

T r r h ough egions remote in vain do I rove, An d bid th e wide ocean s ecur e m e fr om love h O , fool to imagine that aught could subdue - A love so well founded, a passion so true

’ Alas tis too late at thy fate to repine ; r Am n ta e Poor shephe d, y can n ver be thine Th am y tears are all fruitless , thy wishes are v , Th e moments neglected return not again .

LXI V.

T H N AND S REP O L YD I A .

William Wallace — B or n 1 1 2 D ied 7 1 763 .

All lonely, on , the sultry beach, Expiring Strephon lay ; N0 r hand the co dial draught to reach, r No cheer the gloomy way. Ill—fated youth no parent nigh To catch thy ﬂeeting breath, N o bride to ﬁx thy swimming eye, r th O smooth e face of death . F N 8 2 SCOTTI SH SO G.

Far distant from the mournful scene, Thy parents sit at ease ; th e Thy Lydia riﬂes all plain,

n . A d all the spring, to please - ! Ill fated youth by fault of friend, ’ N de ress d ot force of foe p , ’ T fall s t hou , alas thyself, thy kind, ’

Th r unr edress d. y count y,

XV L .

R MLE T ’ I C O S L L T.

Since all thy vows , false maid , Ar e blown to air, ’ And my poor heart b etray d To sad despair ; Into some wilderness r e r My g i f I will exp ess , An d - thy hard heartedness, h O , cruel fair

Have I not graven our loves On every tree er In yond spreading groves, Though false thou be ? Was not a solemn oath e t Plight d betwixt us bo h, T r hou thy faith, I my t oth, Constant to b e ? S TTI S S N G CO H O . 83

’ Some gloomy place I ll ﬁnd, S ome doleful shade, Where neither sun nor wind ’ E r e entrance had . Into that hollow cave T r r he e will I sigh and ave, Because thou dost behave

So faithlessly.

r Wild f uit shall be my meat, ’ I ll drink the Spring Cold earth shall be my seat n For coveri g, I ’ll have the starry sky

My head to canopy, Until my soul on high

Shall spread its wing .

’ I ll have no funeral ﬁre, No tears for me No r u g ave do I req ire, Nor obsequies Th e r - cou teous red breast, he

With leaves will cover me, And sing my elegy

With doleful voice.

An d when a ghost I am , ’ I ll visit thee, Oh t , thou decei ful dame, Whose cruelty ’ H as kill d the kindest heart T ’ ’ hat e er felt Cupid s dart, 84

And n ever can d es ert From loving thee

An in teres ting accoun t of this s on g or dirg e ’ in B ur ns Reli ues . 226 et se . found g , p , q

I LXV . D I A A H A C VE .

R. B ur ns .

Had I a cave on some wild distant shore, ’ Where the winds howl to the waves dashing roar T here would I weep my woes, T ee here s k my lost repose, T ill grief my eyes should close, ’ a r Ne er to w ke mo e .

Falsest of womankind, canst thou declare, All thy fond-plighted vows ﬂeeting as air To thy new lover hie, ’ L r r augh o er thy pe ju y, Then in thy bosom try What peace is there

I I LXV .

M Y M OTH E R B I D S ME .

A n ne H om e a emoa r ds M r s . u n , ﬂ H ter . B or n 1 2 D d 74 ie 1 821 .

My mother bids me bind my hair

With bands of rosy hue, S TTI S S N CO H O G. 85

Tie up my sleeves with ribbons rare, An i d lace my bodd ce blue .

e For why, she cri s , sit still and weep, Whi le others dance and play ? A las I scarce can go or creep, W a hile Lubin is aw y.

’ Tis ar e sad to think the days gone, When those we love were near ;

I sit upon this mossy stone, An n d sigh when none ca hear.

And ﬂax n while I spin my e thread, An d sing my simple lay, Th e village seems asleep, or dead, N L ow ubin is away.

The aut oress of t s and s e eral ot er s on s w as h hi , v h g , the e of o n H un ter of G as ow the ce ebrate wif J h l g , l d an atom st and s o o st i phy i l gi .

L XVI I I .

M a- ea T y heart is breaking, d r ittie ’ Som e counsel unto me come len ; ’ To t anger hem a is a pity, ’ But what will I do wi Tam Glen ? SCOTTI SH SON G.

’ ’ Sic I m thinking wi a braw fallow, ’ In poortith I might mak a fen r e What car e I in ich s to wallow, If I maunna marry Tam Glen ?

’ ' ’ r L r e th e a r Drum eller Th e e s ow i , l i d o , r e h e Good day to you, b ut comes ben ’ r an d 0 r H e b ags he blaws his sille , But when will he dance like Tam Glen ?

My minnie does constantly deave me, ’ An d bids m e bewar e 0 young m en T a r sh e a e hey ﬂ tte , s ys, to deceiv me, ’ But wha can think sae o Tam Glen ?

’ a My d ddie says, gin I ll forsake him, ’ H e ll gie me gude hunder marks ten ; ’ ’ ordain d But, if it s I mann take him, T ? O, wha will I get but am Glen

’ ’ Y t at dealin es reen the valentine s , ’ My h eart to my mou gied a sten For thrice I dr ew an e without failin An d e Tam . thric it was written, Glen

’ ’ Th e last H allowe en I was wankin r r - e e k n My d ookit sa k sle v , as ye e ’ ’ His e s taukin lik ness cam up the house , ’ An d the very gray br e eks o Tam Glen

C e T ’ om , counsel, dear ittie, don t tarry ; ’ I ll gie you my bonnie black hen, Gif ye will advise me to marry ’ Th e Ta lad I lo e dearly, m Gl en .

SCOTTI SH SON G.

’ r e Twas not her golden ingl ts bright, ’ r r wi dew H e lips , like oses wet , - H er heaving bosom, lily white,

It was her een sae bonnie blue .

’ ’ ’ s m il d She talk d , she , my heart she wil d, ’ charm d She my soul, I wist na how, And u aye the stound, the deadly wo nd, ’ Cam r e en sae e f ae her bonni blue, r e a r But, spa to spe k, and spa e to speed, ’ She ll aiblins listen to my vow ; ’ Sh e e Should r fuse, I ll lay me dead T o her twa een sae bonnie blue .

I LXX .

B ONNI E LE SLE Y.

0 saw L , ye bonnie esley, ’ As She gaed o er the border ? ’ A She s gane, like lexander, To spread her conquests farther.

To see her is to love her, An d love but her for ever ; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither

T L hou art a queen, fair esley, Thy subj ects we before thee T a Le hou art divine, f ir sley, ’ Th e 0 hearts men adore thee . TI H S N G - SCO T S O . 8 9

h c u na T e deil he o d scaith thee, Or aught that wad belang thee ’ H e d l ook into thy bonnie face, An d a say, I c nna wrang thee

Th e power s aboon will tent thee ; Misfortune Shanna steer thee ; ’ h u e T o rt like th mselves sae lovely, ’ ’ That ill they ll ne er let near thee.

r a L Retu n gain, fair esley, Return to Caledonie ’ That w e may brag we ha e a lass ’ There s n ane again sae bonnie .

I I LXX .

L OGI E 0 ’ B UCH AN

ted t Geor e H al/bet — D Attr ibu o g . ied 1 756.

’ L Lo ic O ogie o Buchan, 0 g the laird, ’ ’ ’ T in h hey ha e ta en awa Jamie, that delved t e r ya d , ’ ’ la d th e sm a Wha p y on the pipe, and viol sae , ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ T ﬂow r hey ha e ta en awa Jamie, the o them a .

’ ’ H e a T aw s id , hink na lang lassie, tho I gang a ’ ’ H e a T n s id, hink na lang lassie , tho I ga g awa ’ ’ r For simmer is coming, cauld winte s awa , ’ ’ ’ An d a I ll come and see thee in spite o them . S TTI SH S N G. 90 CO O

’ n a Th o Sandy has o sen, has ge r, and has kye ; er r : A hous e, and a hadden, and sill fo bye ’ ’ ’ ain wi ff Yet I d tak my lad, his sta in his hand, ’ ’ wi ’ Befor e I d ha e him, the houses and land .

r My daddie looks sulky, my minnie looks sou , They frown upon Jamie b ecause he is poor ; ’ ’ Tho e I lo e them as weel as a daught r should do, ’

T u . hey re nae ha f sae dear to me, Jamie, as you

I sit on my creepie, I spin at my wheel , ’ An d think on the laddie that lo ed me sae weel H e a e e had but saxp nce, he brak it in twa, ’ ’ ’ An d u o t gied me the ha f when he ga ed awa ,

’ T e h n haste ye back, Jamie, and bide na awa , ’ T a hen haste ye back, J mie , and bide na awa ’ ’ Th e er n e simm is coming, cauld wi t r s awa , ’ And ’ ’ ye ll come and see me in spite o them a .

I I I LXX .

L UCY’ S FLI I TT N G .

Twas when the wan leaf frae the birk tree was ’ fa in, And a n n r M rti mas dowie had wou d up the yea , ’ T L row d wi’ ’ ’ hat ucy up her wee kist her a in t, And left her auld maister and n eebours sae dear

S TTI SH S N G. 92 CO O

Though now he said naething but Fare ye weel ,

e n or s ee It made m e I n either could sp ak, hear, a r r e L H e couldna s y mai but just, Fa ye weel , ucy a Yet that I will mind till the d y that I dee .

’ ’ Th e lamb likes the gowan wi dew when it s drookit ; Th e har e likes the brake and the brair d on the lea ’ a — Sh e m lo okit But Lucy likes J mie, tu d and she r r She thocht the dear place she wad neve mai s ee . Ah , weel may young Jamie gang dowie and cheerless ’ And weel may he greet on the bank 0 th e burn L r For bonnie sweet ucy, sae gentle and pee less , L r e r ies cauld in her g av , and will neve return

’ Th e author of this s weet little s ong w as Scott s valued ’ r en and s te ar On Scott s r eturn to Abbots ord r om f i d w d . f f N a es a ter a n tra e e rom Lon don in a s tate of pl , f h vi g v ll d f utter ros tr at on an d s em -uncons c ousness s ee n La a p i i i , i g idl w at his be s e h e sa hi s e es br ten n I s t at d id , id, y igh i g, h ’ ” ou e ? I ken I m am e n oo y , Willi h .

L I XX V. WAND E RI N G WI L I L E.

H ’ ’ ere awa , there awa , wandering Willie, ’ ’ ’ H e hand re awa , there awa , awa hame ;

Tbc Son s o E n la nd a nd Scotla nd Lon on g f g ( d , Vol I I 2 . . , p . 3 5 S TTI S S N CO H O G. 93

e Com to my bosom , my ain only dearie , ’ T ell u me tho bring st me my Willie the same .

Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting ; ’ Fears for my Willie br ought tear s in my e e er e Welcome now, simm , and w lcome, my Willie, Th S e . immer to nature, my Willie to me

’ R a 0 est, ye wild storms , in the c ves your slum ber s H ow your dr ead howlin g a lover alarms r r ow Wauken, ye b eezes gently, ye billows An d waft my dear laddie ance ma ir to my

arms .

’ a N But, oh, if he s f ithless , and minds na his annie, r Flow still between us , thou wide, roa ing main; Ma y I never see it, may I never trow it, ’ n h But, dyi g, believe t at my Willie s my ain

R I A ULD R OB M O R S.

R. B ur ns .

’ T Rob here s auld Morris, that wons in yon glen, ’ ’ H e s 0 the king gude fellows, and wale of auld men H e owﬂ ff e has g in his co ers , and owsen and kin ,

An d a e . bonnie lassie, his darling and mine

’ r She s f esh as the morning, the fairest in May ; ’ ’ She s sweet as the ev nin g amang the new hay As e blythe and as artl ss as the lambs on the lea, ’ n A d dear to my heart as the licht to my c c. S TTI SH S N G. 9 4 CO O

’ ’ e r a R r But, oh, she s an h i ess, uld obin s a lai d, And my daddie has nocht but a cot-house and yard A wooer liké me maunna h Ope to come speed Th e wounds I mann hide that will soon be my

deid .

Th e da r y comes to me, but delight b ings me nane Th e nicht comes to me, but my rest it is gane ; a - I w nder my lane, like a nicht troubled ghaist, An r r d I sigh as my heart it wad bu st in my b east .

Oh e , had she but be n of a lower degree, ’ ’ ’ I then micht ha e h Op d she wad s m il d upon me ! Oh r e e , how past desc ibing had th n be n my bliss, As now my distraction no wor ds can express

There is an older Rob Mor r is (Burns has taken his tw o rs t ines rom i t c o e er oul be es s ﬁ l f ) whi h, h w v , w d l a r o r ate er e t an th e on e en pp p i h h giv .

I LXXV .

III Y B ONNI E MAR Y.

R B u r ns . .

’ G o 0 fetch to me a pint wine, ’ An ﬁll it in a silver ta ssie T r r e hat I may d ink, befo I go , A e e e s rvic to my bonni lassie. ’ Th e th e 0 L boat rocks at pier eith, ’ Fu loud th e wind blaws frae the ferry Th e Ship rides by the B erwick Law ; An d n I ma n leave my bonnie Mary.

I SH S N G SCO TT O .

Baloo, baloo , my wee wee thing, ’ ’ O saftly clos e thy blinkin c c a w ee n Baloo, b loo , my wee thi g,

For thou art doubly dear to me . ’ e 0 but thy daddie s abs nce lang, r Might b eak my dowie heart in twa, h u Wert t o no left a dawtit pledge, ’ To steal the eerie hours awa .

Lxxv111. M Y D E A I WI L T TH O U B E R E .

R . B u r ns .

Wilt thou be my deari e ? wr When sorrow ings thy gentle heart, Wilt thou let me cheer the e ? e By the treasur s of my soul, ’ That s the love I b ear thee I swear and vow that only thou ar Shall ever be my de ie . r an d Only thou, I swea vow, r Shall ever be my dea ie .

’ L e th ou assi , say lo es me, Or b e if thou wilt not my ain, ’ Say na thou lt r efus e me a a If it winn , c nna be, T for e m a m hou thin y choose e, Let e di me, lassi , quickly e, T t ’ ‘ rusting that hou lo es me. L e l et m e di assi , quickly e, T ’ m rusting that thou lo es e. S TTI SH N CO SO G. 9 7

Lx x 1x .

RE D GLE AM S THE SUN

~ — R. ou er B or n 1 D d 1 81 8 . M D . 0 ie C p , 75

Red e ta gl ams the sun on yon hill p, Th e dew sits on the gowan Deep murmurs through her glens the

Around Kinrara r owan . ? Where art thou , fairest, kindest lass A th ou a las wert but ne r me, Th y gentle soul , thy melting eye,

Would ever, ever cheer me .

’ Th e S lav rock ings amang the clouds, Th e e lambs th y sport so cheery, An d Sit I weeping by the birk, 0 where art thou my deary ? Aft may I meet the morning dew, L e ang gre t till I be weary, T e e hou canna, winna, g ntl maid, T e r hou canna be my d a y.

LXXX .

Y I E M N AN N , 0 .

L Behind yon hills where ugar ﬂows , ’ r Mang moo s and mosses many, 0 , G TI SH S N G. 93 SCOT O

’ th e da clos d Th e win try sun y has , ’ ’ awa Na e O . An d I ll to nni , Th e westlin wind blaws loud and shrill ’ h r r T e night s baith mi k and ainy, O, ’ ’ et an d But I ll g my plaid, out I ll steal , ’

n o r th e N . A d e hills to annie, O

’ N e a e n My anni s ch rming, sw et, and you g ’ Nae artfu wiles to win ye, O ’ May ill befa th e ﬂatter ing tong ue

T N O . hat wad beguile my annie, H r r h er r e face is fai , hea t is true, ’ And e O spotl ss as she s bonnie, ’ Th e wat wi opening gowan dew,

Na N e O . e purer is than anni ,

A country lad is my degree, An d few there be that ken me, O But what car e I how few they be ? ’

a e N . I m welcome y to annie, O ’ e My rich s a s my penny fee, An d n e I ma n guid it cannie, O ’ ’ warl s e e r r But g ar n e t oubles me, ’ ar e N My thoughts a my annie, O.

Our auld gudeman d elights to view His ee r sh p and kye th ive bonnie, O ’ hand But I m as blythe that s his pleugh, An d n a e r e N has ca but annie, O. C ome weel, come woe, I carena by, ’ ’ a e m I ll tak what he v n will send e, O Nae ar e ither c in life have I, N But live and love my annie, O.

S TTI S S N G. I OO CO H O

LXXXI I .

GL OOM Y WI N TE R.

l R. Ta n n obil .

’ ’ r Gloomy winte s now awa , ’ Saft the westlin breez es blaw ’ ’ - Mang the birks o Stanley Shaw ’ i fu ch eer e 0 . Th e mavis sings , ’ Sweet th e craw-ﬁ ow er s early bell ’ niff rs Decks Gle e dewy dell, ’ Blooming like thy bonnie sel ,

O . My young, my artless dearie,

e a ra Com , my l ssie, let us st y ’ ’ r l nkill ch s O e G e o sunny brae, Blythly sp end the gowd en day ’ a e e w eari e O . Midst j oys th t n v r , ’ T r o er th e N owe ing ewton woods, Laverocks fan the snaw-white clouds ’ er wi Sill saughs , downie buds, i ri A br e e . dorn the banks sae , O

R ound the sylvan fairy nooks , ’ Feath r breck en s r y f inge the rocks, ’ Ne th e ath brae the burnie jouks, And ch i eer . ilka thing is e, O T b d and r rees may u , bi ds may Sing, r Flowers may bloom, and verdure sp ing, e Joy to me th y canna bring, ’ U wi r nless thee, my dea ie, O . TTI S S N G SCO H O . I O I

I I I LXXX .

THE R O WAN TREE.

a r oli n a Oli ﬁ a n t a ter w a r ds Lad N a ir n e. C p , f y D d 8 B or n 1 766 ie 1 45.

’ h R e ! h R t ! O , owan tre O , owan ree thou lt aye

be dear to me, Intwined thou art wi’ mony ties o ’ hame and

’ ’ h 0 ﬂowr s T y leaves were aye the ﬁrst spring, thy ’ the simmer s prid e ’ There was na sic a bonnie tree in a the countrie

side .

wi’ a’ H ow fair wert thou in simmer time, thy r cluste s white, H w wi’ o rich and gay thy autumn dress, berries

red and bright, n e O thy fair stem w re mony names, which now a nae m ir I see, ’ ut e r B they re engrav n on my hea t, forgot they ne’ er can be

bairni s We sat aneath thy spreading shade, the e round the e ran ; T ’ hey pu d thy bonnie berries red, and necklaces they strang ’ M r i ! sm il d y mithe , oh, I see her st ll she our sports to see ’ ’ Wi e littl Jeanie on her lap, an Jamie at her knee ! S TTI S S N G. 1 0 2 CO H O

’ e Oh there arose my fath r s prayer, in holy ’ evening s calm, ’ H ow sweet was then my mother s voice, in the Martyr’ s psalm ’ r Now a are gane we meet nae mai , aneath the e Rowan tre , ’ But hallowed thoughts around thee t wine o hame

and infancy.

Lxxx 1v .

CRAI GI E -LE A

R. Ta n na/z ill .

r - Thou bonnie wood of C aigie lea, r - Thou bonnie wood of C aigie lea, ’ ’ Ne a s d e r ar thee I p s life s a ly day, ’ An d won my Mary s heart in thee .

Th e r r b oom , the brier, the bi ken bush, ’ r Bloom bonnie o er thy ﬂowe y lea, ’ ’ An a th e sweets that ane can wish ’ ’ ra a r e ar e s trew d . F e n tu s hand, on thee

’ r - r e Far ben thy da k g een planting s shad , ’ Th e r e am r ou sl cushat c oodl s y, Th e w buch mavis , do n thy ted glade, Gar r r r r s echo ing f ae eve y t e e .

’ ’ Awa e m urd rin , ye thoughtl ss , g gang, Wha t ear the nestlings ere th ey ﬂ ee

S TTI SH S N G. 1 0 4 CO O

’ N th e r 0 S r ote when blackbi d inging grows wea y, ’ List when th e b eetle-be e s bugle comes near ye : a Then come with f iry haste, Light foot and beating breast ’ O Jeanie ! there s naething to fear ye.

Lx xxvr.

H I LI T AI P L S H E F R.

While larks with little wing

’ ' a e air F nu d the pur , T th e e n asting br athing spri g, Forth I did fare ; ’ Ga e y the sun s gold n eye, ’ ’ P eep d o er th e mountains high ; r cr Such thy mo n did I y, r Phillis the fai .

’ r e In each bi d s car less song, Glad did I Shar e ; Wh ile yon wild ﬂowers among, Chance led me th er e S weet to the opening day, Rosebuds bent th e dewy spray sa Such thy bloom did I y, th r Phillis e fai .

D a a own in a sh dy w lk , Doves cooing wer e ’ I m ark d th e cruel hawk Caught in a snar e S TTI S S CO H ON G. 1 0 5

So kind may fortune be , Such make his destiny H e wh e o would injure the , r Phillis the fai .

I LXXXVI .

OD E TO TH E C UCK OO.

o/zn L o a n f g .

H ail, beauteous stranger of the grove Thou messenger of spring N r ra ow heaven epairs thy ru l seat,

And woods thy welcome sing.

th e a e e What time d isy decks the gr n, Thy certain voice we h ear : H ast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ?

Delightful visitant with thee th e r I hail time of ﬂowe s , An d hear th e sound of music sweet r From birds among the bowe s .

Th e - a n school boy, w nderi g through the To r r pull the p im ose gay, n ew e a Starts the voic of spring to he r,

And imitates thy lay. W hat time the pea puts on the bloom, Th ou ﬂiest e thy vocal val , N . 1 0 6 SCOTTI SH SO G

An annual guest in other lands,

Another spring to hail .

r e r Sweet bird thy bowe is ev r g een , Thy Sky is ever clear ; rr Thou hast no so ow in thy song, N0 winter in thy year

h ’ O could I ﬂy, I d ﬂy with thee ’ e We d mak , with j oyful wing, ’ ur o er th e O annual visit globe,

Companions of the spring.

LXXXVI I I .

TH E SK Y-LARK

f a m es H ogg .

r er Bi d of the wild ness, Bl th es om e r y and cumbe less, ’ Sweet be thy matin o er moorland and l ea E e a mbl m of h ppiness, B e - e l st is thy dwelling plac , O e er e , to abide in the d s t with th e

Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud L e r e ove gives it ne gy, lov gave it bir th r e Whe e, on thy d wy wing, Where ar t thou journeying ? Th e y lay is in h aven, thy love is on earth.

S TTI S S N G. 1 0 8 CO H O

e Turn away thin e ey s of love,

Lest I die with pleasure .

What is life wh en wanting love ? Night without a morning ’ s un Love s the cloudless summer ,

Nature g ay adorning.

FAI R M OD E ST FL O WE R .

- B or n 1 6 D ied 1 8 1 . Wi llia m Reid. 7 4 3

e ! Fair modest ﬂower, of matchl ss worth e Thou sweet, enticing, bonni gem, e e ee r Bl st is the soil that gav th bi th, ’ r An d blest thine h on our d pa ent stem. th e But doubly blest shall be youth, To whom thy heaving bosom warms ’ P os s es s d e of b auty, love and truth, ’ H e ll clasp an angel in his arms .

T r e hough sto ms of lif w ere blowing snell, An d r on his brow sat b ooding care, Thy seraph smil e would quick dispel Th e darkest gloom of black despair . S ra e ure heaven hath g nted th e to us, An d e r th e r chos thee f om dwelle s there, And r e sent thee f om c lestial bliss, To a th e show wh t all virtues are. SCO TTI SH SON G. 1 0 9

XCI .

— a m es TIzom s on B or n 1 00 D ied 1 8 . 7 . 7 74

C od ome , gentle g of soft desire, an a Come d possess my happy bre st, Not r - e ﬁ r e fu y lik in ﬂames and , ’ Or frantic folly s wildness drest

’ But come in friendship s angel-guise Yet dearer thou than friendship art r r r e Mo e tende spi it in thy yes,

More sweet emotions at thy heart .

d a 0 come with goo ness in thy tr in, e r With peace and pl asu e void of storm , ’ An d e e would st thou m for ver gain, ’ Put on Amanda s winning form .

x cn .

A T F L T LK N O O O VE .

‘ A n es r i a er wa r ds r s M . M Le s C a bo e. g g , ﬂ B or n 1 D ied a bou t 1 8 1 759 4 .

T alk not of love , it gives me pain, For love has been my foe H e bound me with an iron chain, An d plunged me d eep in woe. ’ But friendship s pure and lasting j oys , My heart was formed to prove ; T here, welcome , win and wear the prize,

But never talk of love . N G 1 1 0 SCOTTI SH SO .

Your fri endship much can make me blest, h e r O , why that bliss d st oy r Why u ge the only, one request You know I will deny r t e You thought, if love must harbour her , Conceal it in that thought Nor caus e me fr om my bosom tear

Th e very fri end I sought .

’ Th e aut oress of t s s on -th e ar n a om h hi g, Cl i d , wh Burns h as m a e am ous — i s a s o th e ero n e of th e on e d f , l h i

c o o s as e as of s e er a ot er s on s . A touc whi h f ll w , w ll v l h g h ing accoun t of h er life will be found in th e Cor r espondence b e n s d nda E n b etw e B u r n a n la r i . a oo e C ( di , k w ll or t r ea n n ot on on t s r oun but as us tr at e w h di g, ly hi g d, ill iv ’ of an n r s n n Burn i te e ti g s ectio of s s life .

x m o .

AE B ON D KI SS.

Ae e fond kiss , and th n we sever ; Ae a e a f r f r well , las, o ever ! ’ De e - ru e r ep in h art w ng t a s I ll pledge thee, ’ a an d r a W rring sighs g oans I ll w ge thee . Who shall say that fortune grieves him While the star of hope sh e leaves him ? ’ M e ch eerfu , nae twinkle lights me ; D r r a k despai around benights me .

’ ’ r I ll ne er blame my pa tial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy

S N G SCOTTI SH O .

e r For if confusion hav a pa t,

Which virtuous souls abhor, ’ I ll call a synod in my heart, r And neve love thee more .

e r As Alexand r I will eign, n d e a A I will r ign lone, My thoughts Shall evermore disdain r A rival on my th on e . H r r a e e eithe fea s his f t too much, r e r ar e O his d se ts small,

Who puts it not unto the touch,

To win or lose it all .

But I must rule and govern still, And always give the law An d a a e h ve e ch subj ct at my will, And all to stand in aw e ’ But gainst my batt eri es if I ﬁnd T r m e e hou sto m, or vex sor , Or s et m e if thou as a blind, ’ r I ll never love th ee mo e .

Or r e r in the empi e of thy h a t, r u e Whe e I sho ld sol ly be, A er r e e r noth do p t nd a pa t, An d dar e to vie with m e Or ee r if committ s thou e ect, Or r e go on such a sco , ’ I ll sing and laugh at thy neglect, An d er e r nev lov thee mo e .

a But if thou wilt be const nt then, And a u r f ithf l to thy wo d, SCO TTI SH SON G. 1 1 3

I ’ll make thee famous by my pen r And glorious by my swo d . ’ e I ll serve th e in such noble ways, ’ As ne er were known before I ’ll crown and deck thy head with n an A d love thee more d more .

XCV.

I N CON STAN C Y RE B R O VE D .

b t - D ied ttr ibuted to Sir Ro er t A ou n . B or n 1 0 1 6 8 A y 57 3 .

’ th ou rt a r I do confess smooth and f i , An d r I might have gone nea to love thee, ’ H ad I not found the slightest pray r T a er h t lips could speak , had pow to move thee,

But I can let thee now alone, ’ As worthy to be lov d by none .

‘ ’ I th ou rt e do confess swe t, yet ﬁnd T r hee such an unth ift of thy sweets, T h y favours are but like the wind, That kis s eth everything it meets ’ An d u e since tho can st lov more than one , ’ ’ Th ou rt worthy to be lov d by none .

’ Th e untouch d morning rose that stands, ’ A h er r r rm d with b ia s , how sweetly smells , ’ ’ But luck d strain d r r , p and th ough rude hands, H er h er e charm no longer with dw lls , ar But scent and beauty both e gone,

And leaves fall fr om her one by one . H S TTI S S N G. I 1 4 CO H O

’ e Such fate e r e long will thee betid , When thou hast handled b een awhil e r b e r w Like fair ﬂowe s to th o n aside , An d thou shalt sigh when I shall smil e th e e To s ee y lov to ev ry one, ’ Hath br ought the e to b e lov d by non e

I XCV .

TH E RE WAS A LASS.

R B u r n s . .

T er a r h e was a lass, and she was f i , r an d r b e e At ki k ma ket to se n, ’ a a re er e When the f i st maids w met,

Th e fair est maid was bonni e Jean .

’ And sh e a r aye wrought her m mmie s wa k, An d aye sh e sang s ae m err ilie Th e blithest bird upon th e bush ’ H ad ne er a lighter h eart than she .

But hawks will r ob the t ender joys ’ That bl ess th e little lintwhit e s n est And r a r e er f ost will blight the f i st ﬂow s , An d r a love will b e k th e soundest rest .

Y R w as th e ra lad oung obie b west , ’ Th e ﬂower and pride of a th e gl en An d e S ee an d k e he had ows n, h p, y , An d n ai ies n wanton g nine or te .

TI SH S N G. 11 6 SCO T O

Now what could artless Jeanie do ? Sh e had nae will to say him na : ’ blush d At length she a sweet consent,

An d love was aye between them twa.

XCVI I .

E H O W TO W TH E O TELL M OO E .

— Gr abo m o Ga rtm or e. B or n 1 0 D ied 1 Rober t f 75 797 .

I f doughty deeds my lady please, Right soon I ’ ll mount my steed n arm a e t A d strong his , and f st his s a , a r th e That be rs f om me meed . ’ r ca I ll wear thy colou s in my p, Thy picture in my hear t An d he that bends not to thine eye , Shall rue it to his smart

T e e h n t ll me how to woo thee, love, 0 tell m e how to woo thee ’ r For thy dear sake, nae ca e I ll take , ’ T r r hough ne er anothe t ow me .

r e e If gay atti e delight thine y , ’ I ll dight me in array ’ r I ll tend thy chambe door all night, An d re ee all th e a squi th d y. ee e can t ear If sw t st sounds win hine , ’ Thes e sounds I ll try to catch ’ Th e th s ell y voic I ll steal to woo y , T hat voice that nane can match . S TTI S S N G CO H O . 1 1 7

But if fond love thy heart can gain, I never broke a vow Nae maiden lays her skaith to me ;

I never loved but you . r For you alone I ride the ing, For you I wear the blue ; For you alone I strive to sing 0 tell me how to woo

I I I XCV .

I P I N K E H 0 USE .

ll - d ox ]: IlI itcbe . or n D ie f y B 1 684 1 734 .

H By Pinkie ouse oft let me walk, W hile, circled in my arms, N I hear my elly sweetly talk, r An d gaze on all her cha ms . 0 let me ever fond behold T hose graces void of art, T hose cheerful smiles that sweetly hold, i li n In w l ng chai s, my heart

0 an d come, my love bring anew That gentle turn of mind T u hat gracef lness of air, in you ’ ’ By nature s hand design d. T hat beauty like the blushing rose,

First lighted up this ﬂame,

Which, like the sun , for ever glows

Within my breast the same . - N G 1 SCO TTI SH SO .

Ye light coquettes ye airy things

H ow vain is all your art,

' lover brin s H ow seldom it a g , H ow rar ely ke eps a h eart ’ O gather from my Nelly s charms T s w t ' that e e hat ee , grac ful ase, T e hat blushing mod sty that warms, That native art to please

e ! O e Com then, my love , com along An d feed m e with thy charms e a r r er C om , f i inspi of my song h r O , fill my longing a ms A a e r di e fl me like min can neve , e r r as ’ thin e Whil cha ms so b ight , e e r So h av nly fai , both please the eye, And fill the soul divine

I XC X .

— E liz a betb H a m ilton D ied 1 81 6 a ed 6 . , g 7

’ ’ e r ea e and sat I ha e se n g t an s , in great ha s , ’ ’ ’ Mang lords an d ﬁne ladi es a cover d wi braws ’ ’ At e e for r wi r f asts mad p inces, p inces I ve been ’ Whare th e grand shine o splendour has dazzled m e en y ,

‘

S TTI S S N G. 1 20 CO H O

’ ’ r Tis heart speaks to hea t at ane s ain fireside . fi r eSIde My ain fireside, my am , ’ ’ ’ O there s nought to compare Wi ane s ain

ﬁreside .

This song i s by th e author ess of Tbe Cottag er s of Glen - e a en a and e n o n Scotc s tor . bur n i , g i l w ll k w h y

B I DE YE YE T.

ﬁ r e Gin I had a wee house and a canty wee , A bonnie wee wife to praise and admire r A bonnie wee yardie aside a wee bu n, Farewell to the bodies that yammer and mourn:

And bide ye yet, and bide ye yet, Ye little ken what may betide ye yet ; ’ Some bonnie wee bodie may fa to my lot,. ’ i ’ ’ And I ll aye be canty w thinking o t.

’ a-ﬁ eld When I gang , and come hame at e en , ’ ’ ’ I ll get my wee wiﬁ e fu neat and fu clean And h er e a bonnie wee bairnie upon kne , T cr hat will y papa or daddy to me .

And if ther e should happen ever to b e ’ A difference a tween my wee wiﬁ e and me ’ a sh e az d In he rty good humour, although be te , ’ ’ I ll kiss her and clap her until she be plea s d.

’ F r om Da H er s Co ect on G as o vid d ll i ( l g w, TT S N G SCO ISH O . 1 2 1

CI .

WH E N A TH E E YE COME H ME.

Come all ye j olly shepherds T r hat whistle th ough the glen, ’ I ll t ell ye of a s ecret T r r hat cou tie s dinna ken . Wh at is the greatest bliss ’ That the tongue 0 man can nam e ? ’ Tis to woo a bonnie lassie

When the kye come hame . W hen the kye come hame,

When the kye come hame, ’ h l m in r Tween t e g oa and the mi k,

When the kye come hame .

’ Tis r e not beneath the bu gon t, Nor yet beneath the crown , ’ Tis not on couch of velvet, Nor yet on bed of down ’ Tis r beneath the spreading bi k ,

In the dell without a name, Wi ’ a bonnie, bonnie lassie,

When the kye come hame .

T hen the eye shines sae bright, Th e b aill soul to beguile, T ’ here s love in every whisper, And j oy in every smile ) I"

r w O, who would choose a c o n, ’ r a e Wi its p e ils and its f m , An d miss a bonni e lassie Wh en th e kye come ham e ?

See yonder pawky sheph er d That lingers on the hill i ar e th e au H s yowes in f ld, An dh is l ambs ar e lying still t w a r e t Ye he do na g ng to s , For his h eart is in a ﬂame To meet his bonnie lassi e

When th e kye com e hame .

’ ’ Awa wi fame and fortune What comfort can th ey gi e ? ’ An d a th e arts that pr ey ’ On man s life an d liberti e ’ G i e m e the highest j oy ’ That th e h eart 0 m an can frame e e a e My bonni , bonni l ssi , e k e a Wh n the y com e h m e .

IVH E N I UP ON TH Y B OSOM LE AN

‘ obu L a r a ié — ~ B or 1 . n 1 D ied 1 80 . _7 p 7 7 7

e Wh n I upon thy bosom l ean, ’ An d clas ‘ th ee fondly p a my ain,

S TTI SH S N G. 1 24 CO O

I I C I .

TH E D A Y RE I URN S.

R. B u r ns .

r e r The day tu ns , my bosom burns , Th e blissful day we twa did me et ; ’ r e toil d Though winte wild in temp st , ’ - Ne er summer sun was half sae sweet . ’ a h e r e Th n a t p id that loads the tide, ’ An d cr osses o er the sultry line r an d Than kingly robes , than c owns globes , H eaven gave me mor e— it made thee mine !

r e t While day and night can b ing d ligh , r a r O nature aught of ple su e give,

While joys above my mind can move, ’ For n e thee, and thee alo , I ll live When that grim foe of life below

Comes in between to make .u s part Th e r e i on hand that br aks our band , — It breaks my bliss it breaks m y h ear t.

CIV.

TH E RE’S NAE L UCK AB O UT TH E

And are ye sure the news is true ? ’ An d are ye sure he s weel ?

Is this a. time to talk of wark ? Ye auds j , ﬂing by your wheel . S TTI SH S N G CO O . 1 25

’ 0 r Is this a time to talk wa k , When Colin’ s at the door ? ’ Gie me my cloak I ll to the quay, An d s ee him come ashore .

’ For there s nae luck about the house, There ’ s nae luck ava ’ T e i n here s little pl asure the house, ’ When our gu dem an s awa .

’ Rise up and mak a clean ﬁr eside ; Put on the muckle pot ’ G i e K h er w little ate cotton go n, And Jock his Sunday coat ’ An d S mak their shoon as black as laes, Their hose as white a s snaw ; ’ ’ It s a to please my ain gudeman, ’ ’ For he s been lang awa .

’ T twa fat bank here s hens upon the , Been fed this month and mair ’ a Mak haste and thraw their necks bout, That Colin weel m ay fare ’ An an d d mak the table neat clean, Gar ilka thing look braw ; ’ ’ for e n It s a love of my gud ma , ’ ’ For he s been lang awa .

’ O gi e me down my bigonet, a My bishop s tin gown , ’ For I mann tell the b ailie s wife T ’ hat Colin s come to town . ’ M 0 11 y Sunday s shoon they mann gae , ’ My hose 0 pearl bl ue I S N G . 1 26 SCO TT SH O .

’ ’ e m e Tis a to pl ase y ain gud man, ’ For he s baith leal and true .

h1s r s ae his s eech Sae true wo ds , smooth p , ’ H is breath s like caller air ! i ’ H s very foot has music in t,. a As he comes up the st ir. And will I s ee his fa ce again ? An d will I he ar him speak ? ’ r I m down ight dizzy with the thought, ’

r . In t oth, I m like to greet

’ Th e a th e c uld blasts o winter wind , T t r r ear hat h illed th ough my h t, ’ ’ ’ They r e a blawn by I ha e him safe ’ Till death we ll never par t : But what puts parting in my head ? ’ It may be far awa The r e e p s nt moment is our ain , T he neist we never saw.

’ ’ C e t Since olin s w ll, I m well conten , ’ I ha e n a e mair to crave ’ C e m ak ould I but liv to him blest, ’ I m ble st aboon the lave An d will I s ee his face again ? An d will I hear him speak ? ’ ’ r w i I m down ight dizzy the thought, ’ r In t oth, I m like to gre et .

This i s on e of th e m os t beautiful s ong s in th e Scots ” or an ot er an ua e -B u r n s y h l g g . ‘ I t i s un cer ta n w h o w as th e au t or et er . . i h , wh h W J ’ ‘ ’ c e to om i t i s o ten er as cr bed or ean A am s Mi kl , wh f i , J d , w ho is un er s too to a e c a m ed i a er s d d h v l i t s h .

{ 28 SCO TTI SH SON G.

’ vow d When Jamie he would be mine, r e m e r An d wan f a my hea t, 0 muckle lighter grew my cr e el ’ H e swor e we d never part. h th e T e boatie rows , boatie rows, ’ 1 The boatie rows fu weel An d the a muckle lighter is lo d, r When love bears up the c eel .

kurtch d My I put upon my hea , ’ ’ ’ An d dress d m ysel fu braw r e r w as I t ow my h a t dowf and wae , When Jamie gae d aw a : e m a a r ow But w el y the bo tie , An d lucky be h er p ar t ; ’ An d lightsome be th e lassie s care That yields an honest h ear t

e an etie Wh n Sawnie , Jock, and J , Ar e e e r up and gott n l a , ’ T ar th e hey ll help to g boatie row, ’ An d lighten a our car e The r 1 boatie ows , the boat e rows, ’ The boatie rows fu weel An d lightsome be h er hear t that bears Th e murlain and th e cr eel !

’ An d wi a e w e ar when g e worn down, An d r hi pling round the door, ’ T ee dr r hey ll row to k p us y and wa m , As w e did them b efor e T th e a e hen, weel may bo ti row, ’ That wins the bairn s s bread S TTI S S N G CO H O . 1 29

’ An d happy h e the lot of a That wish the boat to speed

’ The Boatie Row s is a charm ing dis play of wom anly affection m ingling w ith th e con cern s and o ccupations of — e. B ur ns lif .

CVI .

CALLER H E RRI N ’

La d IVa i r ne y .

’ ’ Wha ll buy my caller herrin ? ’ ’ Th ey r e bonnie ﬁsh and dainty fairin ’ ’ Wha ll buy my caller h errin ? r New drawn f ae the Forth .

’ Slee in When ye were p on your pillows , ’ Dream d ye aught of our puir fellows, ’ D r as th e a kling they fac d billows , ’ A to ﬁll our woven willows ?

Wha’ll buy my caller herrin’ ? ’ They r e no brought here without brave darin ’ rr Buy my caller he in , H ’ aul d through wind and rain .

’ ’ Wha ll buy my caller herrin ? ’ ’ Ye may ca them vulgar fairin ’ des airin Wives and mithers , maist p , ’ ’ a C them lives 0 men . S TTI SH S N G. 1 30 CO O

’ ’ h r rr a When t e c eel o he in p sses , a e Ladi es clad in silks and l c s, e r ra e e Gather in th i b w p liss s , n r Cast their n ecks a d sc ew th eir faces .

’ r err li htli e Calle h in s no got g , ’ r th e r fu ti htlie Ye can t ip sp ing g , ’ ’ ’ tauntin ﬂaun tin Spite o , , ﬂinging, ’ u - G ow has s ent yo a a singing.

’ e e Neighbour wiv s , now t nt my tellin , ’ ’ th e r When bonnie ﬁsh ye e sellin , ’ At a r b e r dealin e wo d in you , ’ ’ ’ Truth will stand when a thing s failin .

I I CV . TAK ’ YO UR A ULD CL OAK' AB O UT

’ th e In winter, when rain rain d cauld, An d r f ost and snaw on ilka hill, ’ An d wi Boreas , his blasts sae bauld, ’ ’ ’ Was threat nin a our kye to kill ’ T e e t f hen B ll, my wife, wha lo s nae s ri e, r hastili She said to me icht e, ’ G et C m f up, gudeman, save ru mie s li e , ’ An d tak your auld cloak about ye

’ Cr n My ummie is a sefu cow, ’ And sh e e is com of a good kin , ’ ’ Aft h as w et bairn s she the s mou , An d I am laith that she shoul d tyne

SCOTTI SH S N G. 1 3 2 O

w at its r r Gud eman, I th etty yea ’ Sin we did an e anither k en ’ An d w e ha e had atween us twa Of lads and bonni e lassies ten ar e m e r an d Now th ey wo n g own men, I wish and pray we el may they be r a e If you would p ove gud husband , ’ ’ E en tak your auld cloak about ye .

’ e e r B ll, my wife, she lo s nae st ife, s h e u if But would g ide me , she can a And to maintain an e sy life , ’ n e I aft ma n yi ld, though I m gudeman ’ ’ h e S Noc t s to b won at woman hand, ’ Unless ye gie her a the plea ’ ’ Then I ll leave aﬂ where I began ’ And tak my auld cloak about me .

Per c i n his Reli ues o A ncien t E n lis/t P oetr r n ts y, g f g y , p i an English vers ion of this s ong though h e s uppos es i t to I t b r emem b r be originally Scotch . will e e ed that I ago s in s t on a few c an es as Ste en for Rober t g , wi h ly h g ( ph ) , the four th s tanz a beg innin g

” n r n I n day s w he ou Ki g Rober t rang .

CVI I I . B LI NK O VER TH E B URN S WEET

In summer I mawed my meadow, S r In harvest I hu e my corn,

In winter I married a widow, I wish I was free the m om N SCOTTI SH SO G. 1 33

B ’ link o er the burn , sweet Betty, Blink o ’ er the burn to me Oh , it is a thousand pities

But I was a widow for thee.

I n n L ar A Scene . E ar s a s e ct . Ki g , iii vi , dg y

’ m e Come o er th e bourn , Bes s y , to .

And the F001

H er boa a a eak t h th l , A n d s h e mu s t n ot s pe ak W n r hy Sh e dar es ot come o ve to thee .

So w e presum e ther e m us t have been an old English song w m a m ar bur en ith a s o ewh t s i il d .

I ’ A YE WAK N , OH

’ A e y wakin oh , ’ and w eari e Wakin aye , a Sleep I c nna get, ’ ’ hinki For t n 0 my dearie.

When I sleep I dream, ’ When I wake I m eerie ; R est I canna get, ’ ’ hinkin For t 0 my dearie.

‘ R ts on i n 1 s a s t at the abo e w as ctate to him i , 794 , y h v di d m an ears a o b a oun ent em an who h ad it rom y y g y y g g l , f h i r n a r s g a df the . S TTI S S N G. , 34 CO H O

CX.

UP I N TH E M ORN I N G EARL Y.

r Cauld blaws the wind f ae east to west, The drift is driving sairly ’ the Sae loud and shrill s I hear blast, ’ r r I m su e its winter fai ly.

’ Up in the morning s no for me Up in the morning early ; ’ ’ Wh are r wi en a the hills cove ed snaw, ’ ’ I m sure it s winter fairly

Th e e r birds sit chitt ring in the tho n, ’ A ~ day they far e but sparely ; ’ ’ An d lang s the nicht frae e en to morn ’ ’ r I m sure it s winter fai ly.

Th e c orus and tun e of s s on re er old h thi g a v y .

cx r.

TH E LAND 0 ’ TH E L A E L .

’ ’ ’ w eari n aw a ea I m J n , L a en ike sn w wh its thaw, Jean , ’ ’ ’ I m w earin awa ’ To 0 th the land e leal . ’ T n ae rr er a here s so ow th e , Je n , ’ T r e er a n or r he e s n ith c uld ca e, Jean , ' Th e day i s aye fair ’ th e a 0 In l nd the leal .

TTI SH S N G. 1 36 SCO O

r r e But now you b ow is b ld , John, Your locks are like the snaw ; r B ut blessings on your f osty pow,

A r o. John nde son, my j

A r o John nde son, my j , John , e We clamb the hill thegith r, An d mony a canty day, John , ’ ’ We ve had wi ane anither Now n we ma n totter doun , John, ’ a e But hand in h nd w ll go , ’ An d t we ll sleep hegither at the foot, A o . John nderson, my j

S TTI S S N G. 1 4 0 CO H O

’ r e Wha ﬁrst shall is to gang awa , A cuckold cowar d loun is he ’ fa Wha last b eside his chair shall ,

r ~ H e is the king amang us th ee .

re m err b o s ere Burns and his two The th e y y w , n m ate r en s am N co an d A an as terton bot i ti f i d , Willi i l ll M , ( h E nbur H Sc oo The atter m as ters in th e di gh igh h l) . l n o m us c s et the s o g t i .

CXI V.

TOD LI N H AME

W ’ hen I ha e a saxpence under my thoom, Then I g et cr edit in ilka toun ’ But aye when I m puir they bid me gang by, Oh , poverty parts gude company ’ ’ Todlin todlin hame, hame, l ’ ’ Cou dna my love come todlin hame .

’ e e Fair fa the gud wif , and send her gude sale ’ She gi es us white bannocks to relish her ale ; ’ h r ti en e Syne, if that e pp y chanc to be sma , ’ ’ ’ u e u o t We tak a g d sco r , and ca t awa . ’ ’ Todlin todlin him , hame, ’ As l round as a neep come tod in hame .

My kimmer and I lay down to sleep , Wi ’ twa pint-stoups at our bed feet S TI SH S COT ON G. 1 4 1

’ n A d aye when we waken d we drank them dry. ’ What think ye 0 my w ee kimmer and I ’ ’ To dlin todlin b en but, and , ’ Sae round as my love comes todlin hame .

’ L todlin ecze me on liquor, my dow, ’ ’ ’ Ye re aye sae gude-hum our d when w eetin your mou’ ’ ’ r r e wi ﬂ e e When sobe sae sou , ye ll f cht a , ’ T r hat tis a blythe nicht to the bai ns and me, ’ ’ todlin e todlin a When ham , h me, ’ r li e to n . When, ound as a n ep, ye come d hame

This i s perhaps th e ﬁ rs t bottle-s ong that ever w as — com ose . B ur ns p d .

AND R O ’ AN D H I S C UTT Y

Blythe, blythe, blythe was she, Blythe was Sh e but and ben ’ n H A d weel she loo d a awick gill,

And leuch to see a tappit hen .

She took me in, and set me down, An d hecht to keep me lawing-free e But cunning carlin that she was,

She gart me birl my bawbee .

’ We loo d the liquor well enough ’ But wae s my heart my cash was done, S TTI S S N G. 1 4 2 CO H O

’ uench d Befor e that I had q my drouth, wa s An d laith I to pawn my shoon . ’ W e r toom d h n we had th ee times our stoup, n d th e e t n ew A n is chappin begun , ar e to ee our In st t d, h ze up hope, ’ ’ Young Andr o wi his cutty gun

Th e r h er e b en ca line brought k bbuck , r e- a e r With gi dl c k s weel toasted b own , Weel do es th e canny kimmer k en T t w hey gar the swa s gae glibber do n . ’ We ca d the bicker aft about ’ ’ T w e e ee d our ill dawning n er j bun, An d r r out aye the cleanest d inke , ’ ’ A wi un Was ndro his cutty g .

H e m did like ony avis sing, An d as I in his oxter sat, ’ H e m e a e n ca d y his bonni thi g, An d a mony sappy kiss I gat . ha e e I hae been east, I b en west, I hae been far ayont the sun ’ bl th es t But the y lad that e er I saw, ’ ’ Was A w ndro i his cutty gun .

’ A u dr o a nd bis utt Gun i s th e or of a m as r C y w k te .

CXVI . TH E SO I A C L C UP .

Ca ta i n C/za r les Gr a p y , RJW.

Blythe, blythe, and merry are ’ Blythe are we, ane and a

S TTI SH S N G. 1 4 4 CO O

e e r ar e Blythe , blyth , and m r y we Blythe out-owr e the barl ey br ee ’ m e r And l et tell, the moon he sel ’ Aft dips her toom horn i th e s ea

a Then ﬁll us up a soci l cup, An d never mind the dapple-dawn Just sit awhile — the sun may smile ’ An d licht us a acr oss the lawn rr are Blythe, blythe, and me y we ’ See ! th e sun is k eekin ben ’ Gi e time his glass -for months may pass ’ Ere we ha e sic a nicht again

T s son w as r ten in 1 8 1 hi g w it 4 .

I I CXV . TH E D EI L ’S A WA WI ’ I MA E XC SE I V.

R. B u r n s .

’ ’ The ﬁ ddlin r deil cam th ough the toun, ’ ’ ’ And danced awa wi th exciseman An d r A ilka auld wife c ies, uld Mahoun, ’ u r I wish you l ck 0 the p ize man .

’ ’ ’ ’ Th e deil s awa , the deil s awa , ’ ’ ’ ’ Th e deil s awa wi th exciseman ’ ’ ’ ’ H e s danced awa , he s danced awa , ’ ’ ’ ’ H e s danced awa wi th exciseman S TTI SH CO SON G. 1 4 5

’ ’ ’ t r We ll mak our mau , and we ll brew our d ink , ’ S r m an We ll laugh, ing, and ej oice , And r a th e mony b aw th nks to e meikle black d il, ’ ’ ’ ’ T an c hat d d awa wi th exciseman .

’ ’ T e r here s threesome reels , ther s fou some reels, ’ T h om i es r t e here s p p and st a hsp ys , man ’ ’ ae e er th e But the best danc e cam to land, ’ ’ ’ ’ Th h x e . Was, deil s awa wi t e ciseman

cxvm .

CA OLD KAI L I N AB E RD E E N

T ’ A here s cauld kail in berdeen, ’ An d a Stra bo i e c stocks in g , ’ r h a e Whe e ilka lad maun his lass, h ’ But I maun a e my cogie . ’ n h a e For I ma n my cogie, sirs, I canna want my cogie ; ’ ’ I w adna gi e my thre e-gir d cog ’ For a the wives in Bogie .

Johnny Smith has got a wife ’ Wha scrimps him 0 his cogie e e But w re she min , upon my life, ’ h r I d dook e in a bogie. ’ n ha e For I ma n my cogie, sirs , I canna want my cogie ; ’ ’ I wadna gi e my thr ee-gir d cog ’ For a the wives in Bogie .

’ ’ Twa r dlin th ee to weans they ha e, ’ ’ ’ The pride 0 a Stra bogie x I SH S N G. 1 4 6 SCOTT O

’ tum s cr for t Wh ene er the to y mea , Sh e curs es aye his cogie ’ r i Wa e et e r e - C y ng, b id the th e gir d cog h w a e e th e O , betid cogie ; ’ It do es mair skaith than a the ills ’ ra b i That happen in St og e.

’ She fand him ance at Willie Shar p s And e m , what th y aist did laugh at, r er th e r She b ak the bick , spilt d ink, ’ And tightly g ouff d his haffet ’ Cr Wae e e r — ying, b tid the th ee gir d cog Oh e , wae betid the cogie, ’ It does mair skaith than a th e ills ’ r i That happen in St a bog e .

' ’ Yet here s to ilka h on es t s oul ’ ’ Wha ll drink wi me a cogi e An d for ilk silly whinging fool ’ i We ll dook him n a bogie. ’ For an ha e r I m n my cogie, si s , I canna want my cogie ’ ’ I wadna gi e my thr ee-gir d cog ’ r Fo a th e queans in Bogie .

Burns s peaks of this as an old Song ; but th e author i s un n k own .

I CX X. N I L G O W ’S FARE I K E WELL TO WH S Y.

Mr s - . L on . B or n 1 62 D ied 1 y 7 84 0 .

’ ’ Y r 0 Ne ou ve surely hea d famous il, ’ The man that play d the ﬁddle we el ;

S TTI S S N G. 1 4 8 CO H O

CXX. T ULL OCH G OR UM

e — v t Ski n ner . B or n 1 21 Died 1 80 . Re . j , 7 , 7

’ a er e Com e gie s sang Montgom y cri d, n r s a A d lay you di putes all side , ’ What s ig niﬁ es t for folk to chide ’ For what s b een done b efor e them ? L T r all r ee et Whig and o y ag , T r an d T r Whig and o y, Whig o y, T r all a Let Whig and o y gree, To drop their Whig-mig-morum ; L t and T r ee e Whig o y all agr , T th e rt o sp end night in mi h and glee, ’ ’ And ch eerfu S a an wi ing, l g me, ’ h r Tull ch rum T e eel 0 o g o .

’ O Tulloch orum s e , g my d light, ’ ar us an e It g s a in unite, And a ony sumph th t keeps up spite,

In conscience I abhor him . ’ ’ For e r blyth and chee y we s be a , r Blythe and chee y, blythe and cheery, ’ ’ e e r Blyth and ch e y we s be a , ’ And m ak a r a h ppy quo um . ’ ’ e eer For blyth and ch y we s be a , As as w e hae r e r lang b ath to d aw, ’ And w e e dance, till be lik to fa , Th e r Tulloch rum eel of g o .

T ’ here needs na be sae great a phrase, ’ Wi drin in g g dull Italian lays, ’ I wadna gi e our ain strathspeys ’ For r m half a hundred sco e 0 e . T I V SCO T SH SOI G. 1 4 9

’ T douff e hey re and dowi at the best, Douff e douff and dowi , and dowie , ’ They r e douff and dowie at the best ’ ’ Wi r a their va iorum . ’ T e douff an d th e hey r dowie at best, ’ T r e r r hei all g os and a the est, T e hey canna pleas a Scottish taste, ’ ’ om ar ll h C p d wi Tu oc g orum .

Let warldly minds th emselves oppr ess ’ Wi e r a f a s of w nt, and double cess , An d sullen sots themselves distress ’ Wi keeping up decorum r Shall we sae sou and sulky sit, r Sour and sulky, sou and sulky,

Shall we sae sour and sulky sit , Like auld Philos oph orum ?

Shall we so sour and sulky sit , ’ Wi r wit neither sense, nor mi th, nor , Nor ever rise to shake a ﬁt To the reel of Tullochg orum ?

May choicest blessings still attend E - e e r ach honest open h art d f iend, An d a e be c lm and qui t his end, ’ ’ ’ And a that s good watch o er him e t May peac and plen y be his lot, e ea P ace and plenty, p ce and plenty, a M y peace and plenty be his lot, ’ ’ An d dainties a great stor e 0 em ; e e e May p ac and pl nty be his lot, ’ Un stain d by any vicious spot An d may he never want a gr oat ’ That s fond of Tullochg orum . TTI SH S N G. 1 50 SCO O

r the r w But fo di ty, ya ning fool, ’ t be r e t Who wan s to opp ssion s ool, a r e M y envy gnaw his ott n soul, An d discontent d evour him Ma rr be a y dool and so ow his ch nce, D 0 01 and rr an d rr so ow, dool so ow, Ma an d rr b e a y dool so ow his ch nce, ’ ’ An d nane say wae s m e for im Ma an d rr b e a y dool so ow his ch nce, ’ ’ Wi th e a e r e a ills th t com f a France, ’ Whae er be a he , that winn dance ll h m Th e r eel of Tu oc g oru .

‘ This is a good s ong ; but when B urn s s ays i t is the ’ best t at Scot an e er s aw w e m a be a o e to r e eat h l d v , y ll w d p i i n to ourse es t er e s atter n r e s . lv , h ﬂ y f i d hip

CXXI . T I R FI D U VE YO U D LES.

SRn ner i .

T r ﬁ ddles e une you , tun them sweetly, ’ a the a r ee r e Pl y m rquis l disc e tly, H r w e ar e a e e e e a b nd compl t ly,

Fitted to be j olly. C e an d ome, my boys , blyth gawcie, E er er a v y youngst choose his l ssie, ’ D wi e and be ance lif not saucy, n or e a Shy m l ncholy.

La e y asid your sour grimaces , C e r drum li a loud d b ows and e f ces, L a an d t e r ra ook bout see h i G ces , H ow they smil e delighted

S TTI SH S N G. 1 52 CO O

e r Merit gain him choic st treasu e , From th e Royal donor be r Famous may he in sto y, Full of days and full of glory ; T ra and r o the g ve , when old hoa y, May he go with honour !

r our r Go dons , join hearty p aises, H r onest, though in homely ph ases , L e r r r e ove our ch e ful spi it ais s , Lofty as the lark is : E t our cho, waf wishes daily, Through the grove and through the ’ o er e er an d Sound v y hill valley, our Blessings on Marquis .

cx x 11.

WI LLI E WAS A WAN TON

Willie was a wanton wag, ’ Th e bl th es t t e er saw y lad tha I , At r r r b idals still he bo e the b ag, ’ ’ n arr e A c i d aye the gree awa . i was Ze H s doublet of tland shag, An d brave wow but Willie he was , An d r ta at his shoulde hung a g , T ’ hat pleased the lasses best of a .

H e a was a man without a cl g, His heart was frank without a ﬂaw An d aye whatever Willie said, l n la It sti l was ha den as a w. S TTI S S N G CO H O . 1 53

H is boots they were made of the jag, e e th e w ea ons ch aw Wh n he w nt to p , U ree r r pon the g n nane du st him b ag, ’ Th e ﬁend a ane amang them a .

And wasna Willie well worth gowd ? ’ ’ H e wan the love 0 great and sma ; ’ For r e kis s d afte he the brid had , ’ ’ H e kis s d th e lass es hale sale a . ’ r r e r ow d Sae merrily ound the ing th y , ’ led When by the hand he them a , An a d sm ck on smack on them bestowed,

By virtue of a standing law.

An d wasna Willie a great loon , ’ As shyr e a lick a s e er was seen ? ’ ’ ’ e danc d i th e Wh n he w lasses roun , ’ The bridegroom speir d where he had been. ’ t e r Quo h Willie, I ve be n at the ing, ’ Wi ar e bobbing baith my shanks sair, ’ Gae ca our a _ y bride and m idens in,

For Willie he dow do nae mair.

’ T r e hen st ye, Willie, I ll gae out,

An d for a wee fill up the r ing . a on But, sh me light his souple snout, ’ H e wanted Willie s wanton fling. T ra r r hen st ight he to the b ide did fa e, e Says , We ls me on your bonnie face ’ ’ are Wi bobbing Willie s shanks sair, ’ And I m come out to fill his place.

’ r B idegroom, she says , ye ll spoil the dance, ’ An d at the ring ye ll aye be lag, TTI SH S N G. 1 54 SCO O

Unl ess like Willie ye advance O Willi e h as a wanton leg ’ ’ ar eer For wi t he le ns us a to st , An d for emost aye b ear s up th e ring nae a er e We will ﬁnd sic d ncing h , ’ If w e want Willie s wanton ﬂing .

r Da d La n n c n es to t n t at am M . vi i g i li hi k h Willi H am ton of Gilber tﬁ eld B orn D e 1 1 o t er il , ( i d 75 ) h “ ” s e ca ed anton e is th e aut or as e as wi ll W Willi , h w ll hero of this s ong.

CXXI I I .

TRANE N T WE D D I N G .

b s P eter F or e .

was e r Tran out It at a w dding nea , ’ ere r an r e on er e e Wh sco es sco s fun w b nt, ’ ’ An r e th e r wi to id b oose full intent, er e or ten o Was eith nin , j

’ T e aﬂ e a s et h n th y galloping, galloping, ’ Le arm a a gs an s w lloping, walloping, ’ a ta e th e D Sh me k hindmost, quo uncan ‘ M Cal in p , ’ L r B n e e . ai d o J lly , j o

The er w as ﬁ d in sout he g g fain, ’ An e r e th e e stuck lik os t till man , T a a t a a ill sm sh like uld boo s in dr in, ’ H e ear r each d en d n ly his , jo

N G 1 56 SCOTTI SH SO .

’ i s a s s rom th e br de Burn s s a s The winner s priz e ki f i . y r a ze of his Auld Ma e M gg ,

‘ ’ At Br oos es thou h ad n e e r a fellow ’ For pith a nd s pee d .

CXXI V.

’ RA TTLI N R OARI N WI LLI E .

’ ’ r r r n O attlin , oa i Willie, O a r he held to the f i , An d for to e sell his ﬁddl , An d buy some other ware ’ r wi But pa ting his ﬁddle , ’ Th e saut tear blin t his ee ’ ’ An d r r attlin , oarin Willie, ’ Ye re welcome hame to me .

e r O Willi , come sell you fiddle, O sell your fiddle sae fine ;

0 Willie come sell your ﬁddle, ’ An d buy a pint 0 wine.

If I should sell my ﬁddle , ’ The warl wad think I was mad ’ ran tin For mony a day,

My ﬁddle and I hae had .

’ As r ochallan I cam by C , I cannily keekit ben ’ ’ R r ar n attlin , o i Willie, ’ r - n Was sitting at yon boa d e . S TTI S S N CO H O G. 1 57

’ ou ar -en Sitting at y bo d , An d amang gud e companie ’ ’ Ra r r ttlin , oa in Willie , Ye’re welcome ham e to me ?

B urn s a e the ast erse to t s ld s n dd d l v hi o o g .

CXXV.

B RI D E KI RK ’ H I S UN T N G .

Ada m a r l le C y .

’ The crawin cock s at the g , ’ The c day s at the lawing, ’ Th e crawin cock s at the g , ’ ’ We re o er lang here .

’ Bridekirk s hunting, ’ ri kirk s B de hunting, ’ Bridekirk s hunting ’ ’ m om S the , an it be fair.

’ r r Brack a There s B ideki k and enwh t, L Murra what imekilns and y , Dalt nhook D o and ormont, ’ ’ An a shall be there .

Dal onhook D r m t and o ont, A e L y our ord Stormont, A e L y our ord Stormont, ’ ’ r An a shall be the e . H S N G. 5g SCO TTI S O

’ h a um hin A , sic y p g , ’ Ah a um hin , sic y p g , ’ Ah a u m hi , sic y p ng , r About th e little ha e .

’ in l r an d Ther e s G g e Jowler, T er an d T er ingl owl , r udﬁ t a e P o and B wti , ’ r An d a shall be the e.

Th an d y dog my dog, th My dog and y dog, Th an d y dog my dog,

About th e little har e .

Fi e r in Mopsey, Fi e rin Cr e ops y, r in e Fie Mops y, ’ Or Cropsey ll hae the har e .

e Up and down yon bonni lea, an d o lea Up d wn yon bonnie , U an d w n p do yon bonnie lea , ’ ’ Th e hun s ll hae th e har e .

Th e aut or of t s s on th e La r of Br e r w as a h hi g, i d id ki k , - e n o n m an in Ann an da e Dum r ess re. ar e w ll k w l , f i hi C lyl * I n er es s ea s of him as a n sm an F or S xt of . t v k , p k ki if y i y ear s a o t er e ere m an tr ad t ons of his ex o ts y g , h w y i i pl i , curr en t in t at r e on am on s t ot ers t at on one un t n h gi , g h h h i g ‘ occas ion hi s voice h ad b een heard from Woodcock ai r ’ to ntr o H ead — a stance of ten m es as th e cro Wi p , di il w ﬂies ! H e w as a Whig ; an d as h e took n o pain s to

A ut b r a b o tb R l E n . o io e ev A ex and a r le. g p y f . er C ly ( di

I S . 2 S9) , p 3

N 1 60 SCO TTI SH SO G.

’ ’ For a a th t, and a that, ’ H i r a r at s ib nd, sta , and a th , Th e m an e e of ind pend nt mind, ’ an a H e looks d laughs at a th t .

A r a e e e p ince can m k a b lt d knight, ’ A r e ma quis , duk and a that ; o e But an h n st man s aboon his might, ’ G t h e m anna t uid fai h, fa hat ’ ’ For a a an d a th t, a th t, ’ T e t a h ir digni ies, and a th t, ’ ’ Th e 0 e r e 0 r pith sens , and p id wo th, ’ Are higher ranks than a that .

T ra hen let us p y, that come it may, ’ As e for a com it will, a th t, ’ ’ T e r o er hat sens and wo th, a the earth, ’ Ma ear th e ree y b g , and a that, ’ ’ For a a a that, and th t, ’ ’ ’ a It s comin yet, for that, ’ T the w arld hat man to man , o er, ’ Shall brothers be, for a that.

I I CXXV .

W ’ TARR Y OO .

’ ’ rr Tarry woo , ta y woo , ’ Tarry woo is ill to spin ar r e C d it weil, ca d it w il, i r ere e . Ca d it weil, ye b g n S TT SH S CO I ON G. 1 6 1

’ ’ W cardit row d hen it s , , and spun, Then the wark is haﬂins done ’ e dress d But when wov n, , and clean, ’ cl a in It may be e d for a queen .

Sing my bonnie harmless sheep, T a hat feed upon the mount ins steep, n Bleati g sweetly, as ye go T ’ hrough the winter s frost and snow. H r a - r a t, and hynd, and f llow dee , N ot ar e by half sae useful , ’ hands Frae kings , to him that the plou , ll ’ A are obliged to tarry woo .

U p, ye shepherds , dance and skip ; Ower the hills and valleys trip ’ r rr Sing up the p aise of ta y woo , Sing the ﬂocks that bear it too H u armless creat res, without blame, T a hat clead the b ck, and cram the wame ; ’ Keep us warm and hearty fou ; ’ arr Lecze me on the t y woo .

’ H ow happy is the shepherd s life Far frae courts and free of strife e r Whil the gimme s bleat and bae, An d the lambkins answer mae N o such music to his ear Of thief or fox he has no fear ; r e Stu dy kent and collie tru , ’ rr Weil defend the ta y woo .

H e lives content and envies none N ot r h 1s r even the mona ch on th one, G SCOTTI SH SON .

’ r r Th o h e th e oyal scept e sways ,

H as such pleasant holidays . ’ be can e Who d king, ony t ll, Wh en a sh epherd sings s ae well ? s ae e and due Sings w ll, pays his ’ With honest heart and tarry woo !

h T a -Ta ble III is cella n A er r ett s on Fr om t e e y . v y p y g ; b an c t at th e rs t a s tanz a as e as th e tun e ut I f y h ﬁ h lf , w ll ’ — tse i s m uc o er t an th e r est of th e or s . B ur ns . i lf, h ld h w d

I I CXXVI . [ OH N OF B AD E N YON

R oli n Ski n n er . ev. f7

When ﬁrst I came to be a man of twenty years

or so, e I thought myself a handsom youth, and fain th e world would know r e e r In best atti I st pt ab oad, with spirits brisk and g ay ; And r e an d e r e a he , ther , and eve ywh re, was like m m Ma o in y. N0 care I had, no fear of want, but rambled up and down ’ And for a b ean I might have pas s d in country or In town ’ was a e I still ple s d where er I went ; and, when a e I was lon , i’ I tuned my pipe, and pleased myself w John

of Badenyon .

S S N G. 1 64 SCOTTI H O

I thought I would be wiser next, and would a tu patriot rn , ’ cr d Began to doat on Johnie Wilkes, and y up parson H orne ; ’ T r adm ir d heir noble spi it I , and praised their

noble zeal, ’ u m aintain d Who had, with ﬂaming tong e and pen, a the public we l . ’ ’ or two ass d f But, e er a month had p , I ound ’ myself betray d ’ T was Self and Party, after all, for all the stir

they made. At last I saw these factions knaves insult the very thr on e s hn I cur ed them all, and tuned my pipe to Jo of

Badenyon .

x What ne t to do I mused a while, still hoping to succeed ’ itch d a I p on books for comp ny, and gravely tr ied to r ead rr r I bought and bo owed eve y where, and studied

night and day, ’ Nor m is s d cl what ean or doctor wrote, that ’ happ en d in my way. ’ Philosophy I now esteem d the ornament of

youth, And r r ca efully, th ough many a page, I hunte d after truth A r r et thousand va ious schemes I t ied, and y was pleased with none r I th ew them by, and tuned my pipe to John

of Badenyon . T I S SCO T H SON G. 1 65

And r now, ye youngste s everywhere, who wish

to make a show, T ake heed in time, nor vainly hope for happiness below ; Wha t you may fancy pleasure here is but an empty name ’ And an d e girls, fri nds, and books also, you ll

ﬁnd them all th e same . T h e r hen advised, and warning take f om such a man as me ; ’ e n or i n or I m neither pop card nal, one of high degree ; ’ You ll meet displeasure every where ; then do as I have done But tune your pipe and please yourself with John

of Badenyon . “ This excellen t s ong i s th e com p os ition of m y w orthy ” — r en old S nn er at Li n sh art . B u r n s . f i d, ki , Pi t t at Bur n s w h o s aw th e ex ce en ce of t s atr y h , ll hi p i ar c a s on h ad n ot to us th e m ean n of ol m o h l g , ld i g 7 f B adeny on !

cxx rx . A ULD LAN Y G S NE .

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, ’ An d never brought to min S a hould auld acquaint nce be forgot, ’ An d days 0 lang syne ?

n For auld la g syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne, ’ ’ ’ a 0 We ll tak cup kindness yet,

For auld lang syne . N G 1 66 SCOTTI SH SO .

’ a We twa ha e run bout the braes, ’ An d pu d th e gowans ﬁne ’ ’ an d r d But we ve w e mony a weary foot, ’ Sin auld lang syne .

’ ’ aid lt We twa ha e p in the burn, ’ Fr ae m orn in sun till dine ’ ’ e ee roar d But seas b tw n us braid ha e , ’ Sin auld lang syn e.

’ An d a u ﬁ er e here s a h nd, my tr sty , ’ ’ ’ And gi e s a hand 0 thin e ’ ’ d u - An we ll tak a richt g de willie waught,

For auld lang syne.

’ And r e e - su ly y ll be your pint stoup, ’ An d sur ely I ll b e mine ’ ’ ’ An d e tak a 0 w ll cup kindness yet, For auld lang syne.

There ar e s everal vers ion s of A uld La ng Sy nc; but this of Burn s h as n ow des ervedly g ot com plete possess ion of th e tun e.

CXXX. G 0 OD N I GH T AND ]O Y B E WI ’ Y A ’ O U .

S r Alex a nd i er B osw ell .

G ’ ’ ood night, and j oy be wi ye a Your harmless mirth h as cheered my heart ’ ’ May life s fell blast out o er ye blaw In sorrow m ay ye n ever part

N G 1 68 SCOTTI SH SO .

H a Farewell to the ighl nds, farewell to the north, - t Th e birth place of valour, the coun ry of worth r e e r Whe ever I wand r, wh reve I rove,

Th e hills of the H ighlands for ever I love.

’ Farewell to the mountains high-cover d with snow ; Farewell to the straths and green valleys below Far ewell to the for ests and wild-hanging woods - Farewell to th e torr ents and loud pouring ﬂoods . ’ a H a My he rt s in the ighlands , my he rt is not here ’ My heart s in the H ighlands a-chasing the deer C r an d th e hasing the wild dee , following roe, ’ My heart s in the H ighlands wherever I go .

’ Th e ﬁrs t four lin es of this song are from a distracted old Scotc -I r s ba a h i h ll d .

I I CXXX .

A WE T SH E E T

— Alla n Cun nin /za m . B or n 1 8 Died 1 2 g 7 5 84 .

A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, An d an d fills the white rustling sail, An d b ends the gallant mast ; An d bends the gallant mast, my boys, Wh th e ea r ile, like gle f e e, A a a w y the good ship flies , n d leaves Old E a l ngl nd on the ee. S TTI S S N G CO H O . 1 69

Oh for a soft and gentle wind ! I heard a fair on e cry i But give to me the swell ng breeze, And white waves heaving high ; The ea white waves h ving high, my boys, Th e good Ship tight an d free Th e er our world of wat s is home, An d merry men are we .

There’ s tempest in yon horned moon An d lightning in yon cloud And r ar r ha k the music, m ine s , Th e Wind is piping l oud Th e n wind is pipi g loud, my boys, Th e lightning ﬂashes fre e Th e hollow oak our palace is,

Our heritage the sea .

I CXXXI I .

’ TH E E MI GRAN T S FARE WELL .

— as n le B or n 1 8 D ied 1 8 . Tbom P r i g . 7 9 34

ur O native land, our native vale, A long and last adieu Teviotdale Farewell to bonny , And Cheviot mountains blue

d Farewell, ye hills of glorious dee s, ’ An d streams r en own d in song ; ’ blos som d Farewell, ye braes and meads ’ Our hearts have l ov d so long. TTI SH S N G SCO O .

Far ewell the blyth es om e br oomy knowes Wher e thym e and har eb ells grow e r a e Farew ll the hoa y, h unt d howes, ’ O erhung with bir k and sloe

Th e mossy cave and mouldering tower That skirt our native dell ’ ’ Th e r r r r ma ty s g ave, and love s bower, We bid a sad far ewell

’ H our e ome of lov our fathers home, Land of the brave and free Th e sail is ﬂapping on the foam

That bears us far from. thee

S We seek a wild and distant hore, B eyond th e west er n main We e r e r l ave thee to turn no mo e, Nor view thy cliffs again

Our e a a nativ l nd, our n tive vale, A a e long, a l st adi u r e Tevi otdal Fa ew ll to bonny e, ’ And Scotland s mountains blue.

I V CXXX .

THE GAB E RL UN ZI E MAN

Attr ibuted to m es — B or n 1 1 2 D ﬁ V. 5 ied

’ Th e pawky auld carle came o er the lea, ’ ’ Wi c mony gude e us and days to me, G courtesi e Saying, udewife, for your , Will you lodge a silly puir m an ? Th e earl nicht was cauld , the was wat An d down ayont the ingle he sat ; ’ ’ ch r s r h e My do te shoulde s gan to clap,

An d cadgily ranted and sang.

’ 0 wow quo he, were I as free, As ﬁrst when I saw this countrie, H ow blythe and merry wad I be

And I wad never think lang. H e canty grew, and she grew fain

But little did her auld minny ken, W ’ hat thir slee twa together were sayin ,

Wh en wooing they were sae thrang . S TTI SH S N G 1 74 CO O .

’ r And 0 quo he, an ye we e as black ’ ’ r th r As e e e c own of my daddy s hat, ’ a la e Tis I w d y the by my back, ’ ’ An d awa wi me thou should gang. ’ ’ An an r d O quo she, I we e as white, ’ A la th e s e er the snaw y on dike, ’ cl d ra an d I d ee me b w lady like, ’ ’ And awa wi thee I d gang.

’ a was m ad B etween the tw e a plot, T e r a w ee r e h y aise befo the cock, An d e th e wilily th y shot lock , ar An d fast to th e bent e they gane . Up the m om the auld wife r aise An d at h er l eisur e put on her claise ’ n er a b ed Sy e to the s v nt s she gaes ,

To speer for the silly poor man .

b ed e e She gaed to the wh re the b ggar lay, Th e r st ae was cauld, he was away, a r Walada She cl pt her hands, c ied, y, r ur ar Fo some of o ge will be gan e. er an d Some ran to coff , some to kist, ’ But nought was stoun that could be m is s d a h er r r She d nced lane, c ied, P aise be blest,

I have lodged a leal poor man .

’ ’ Since naething s awa , as we can learn ’ Th e ir kim r k n s to , and milk to ea n, Gae th e butt house, lass , and wauken my bairn, An d bid her come quickly ben . Th e e servant gaed wh re the dochter lay, Th e sheets were cauld, she was away,

TTI S S N G. J7 5 SCO H O

’ an d I ll bow my leg, crook my knee, ’ ’ o er c c And draw a black clout my , ’ A cr ipple or blind they will ca me,

While we shall be merry and sing .

X C XXV.

for courtesie Sweet sir, your , m Wh en ye co e by the Bass, then , h e For t e love ye b ar to me, ’ - m e a k eekin a . Buy gl ss, then th ra - e Keek into e d w w ll, a e J net, Jan t ; ’ ’ T r here ye ll s ee you bonnie sel ,

My jo Janet .

’ Keekin in dr a - the w well clear, ’ W a if I fa s ir ? h t in, ’ Then a my kin will say an d swear ’ ’ droun d f r e o . I mys l sin, sir H n th e e r a d b tter by the b ae, e a Jan t, J net H and et th e r the b ter by b ae,

My jo Jan et .

G r cour i ude sir, for you tes e, C r A er oming th ough b deen, then , For th e e e lov y bear to me, ’

0 . Buy me a pair shoon, then SCO TTI SH SONG. 1 7 7

C e r lout the auld, the new are d a ,

Janet, Janet ; A e pair may gain ye half a year,

My jo Janet.

a But what if d ncing on the green, ’ And ski in e pp lik a maukin, T s ee m e hey should y clout d shoon , ’ Of m e th ey will be talkin . ’ D a e at e en ance aye l igh, and lat , e a e Jan t, J n t ; ’ ’ a b e e Syne a their f u ts will no se n , My jo Janet

K courtesie ind sir, for your , e e a e th e r Wh n y g to c oss, then, For m e the love ye bear to , ’ m a - Bu e r e e . y a p cin ho s , th n ’ s in nin - ee Pace upon your p wh l , a Janet, J net ; ’ r s innin - Pace upon you p wheel ,

My jo Jan et .

’ s innin - f My p wheel is auld and sti f, ’ Th e o t n rock wi na stand, sir ; To e r- ke p the tempe pin in tiff, E a aft . mploys richt my h nd, sir ’ ’ e o t Mak the b st that ye can, a e Janet, J n t ; But e a a m an like it n ver w le ,

My jo Janet . M I S S N G. 1 78 SCOTT H O

I CXXXV .

’ SCORN F U N AN C Y.

’ n h - a e Na cy s to t e green wood g n , ’ To hear th e gowdspink chatt ring ’ An d has follow d h er Willie he , ’ To gain her love by ﬂatt ring ’ B ut a a h e s a th t could y or do , ’ Sh e g eck d and scorned at him An d aye wh en he b egan to woo ’ Sh e bid him mind wha gat him .

a a e dad h e Wh t ils y at my , quoth , My minny or my aunty t r -m e fed m e Wi h c owdy owdy th y , Lang-kail an d ranty-tanty : t a ar e - e Wi h b nnocks of good b l y m al , Of a e er e w as r e th th ight pl nty, ’ ’ With chappit stocks fu butter d weel An d was not that right dainty ?

’ Altho my fath er was n ae lair d ’ Tis ‘dafﬁ n b e a ( to v unty) , H e keepit aye a good kail-yard ’ A h a hou s e an d a pantry A e e a good blu bonn t on his h e d, ’ An owrlay bout his craigy And a e th e da h e e y , until y di d, H r - e ad e on good shanks nagy.

N ow r wae and wonde on your snout, Wad ye hae bonny Nancy ?

SH S N G 1 80 SCOTTI O .

I I CXXXV .

I N j OCR Y SA D TO j E N Y.

’ ck ? Jo y said to Jenny, Jenny, wilt thou do t ’ ’ e for r Ne er a ﬁt, quo J nny, my toche good

arr ee. For my tocher good, I winna m y th ’ ’ ’ E n ock b e e s ye like, quo J y ye may let it

’ ’ h a I e gowd and gear, I ha e land eneugh, ’ ’ I ha e seven good owsen gangin in a pleugh, ’ ’ a in e linkin e th l a G ngin a pl ugh, and ow r e e ’ An d can b e. gin ye winna tak me, I let ye

’ ’ h a e e h ous e a a a I a gud ha , b rn , and byre, ’ ’ A r e r m ak ran tin ﬁ r stack afo the doo , I ll a e ’ ’ a r antin ﬁ re err a I ll mak , and m y sh ll we b e ’ An tak m e can l d . , gin ye winna , I et ye be

e ock Gin e J nny said to J y, y winna tell, ’ ’ Ye shall b e the lad I ll b e the lass mys el ’ ’ Y an d a e r e e re a bonnie lad, I m a l ssi f e ’ Ye r f e welcomer to tak me than to let me b e.

I I I CXXXV . D UN AN R C G A Y.

R . B u r n s .

’ Duncan Gray cam h er e to woo ’ H a th e o t , ha, wooing , On Y e r blythe ule nicht, wh n we we e ’ H a , ha, the wooing o t S TTI S S N G CO H O . 1 8 1

’ a fu M ggie coost her head high, ’ Look d a e e skl nt, and unco sl igh, G D art puir uncan stand abeigh, ’ H a o t. , ha, the wooing

’ ’ Du a ﬂ eech d D ra d nc n , and uncan p y , ’ H a o t , ha, the wooing ; was A a r Meg deaf as ils C aig, ’ H a h a o t. , , the wooing ’ D si h d uncan g baith out and in , ’ ’ G e en bl eert rat his baith and blin , ’ ’ ’ Spak o louping o er a lin n ’ H a o t . , ha, the wooing

T a ime and ch nce are but a tide , ’ a o t H , ha, the wooing

Slighted love is sair to bide, ’ H n o t a . , ha, the wooi g

Shall I , like a fool , quoth he, For a haughty hizzie die ? She may g ae to— France for me I ’ H a e n t th o . , ha, wooi g

H ow it comes, let doctors tell, ’ H a n o t , ha, the wooi g r Meg grew sick, as he g ew hale , ’

H a o t. , ha, the wooing n Something in her bosom wri gs, For relief a sigh she brin gs ’ ’ And O I , her e en they spak sic things ’

H a o t. , ha, the wooing

’ Duncan was a lad o grace, ’ H a o t , ha, the wooing 1 8 2 SCOTTI SH SON G.

’ w as a e Maggie s pit ous case, ’

H a h a th e o t . , , wooing ’ a a b e h er e Dunc n couldn d ath, ’ Swelling pity s m oor d his wrath ’ r e r an d a a Now they c ouse c nty b ith, ’

H a th e o t. , ha, wooing

I CXXX X. / 0 CR 0 ’ H AZE LD E AN

— Sir Walter Scott B a rt B or n 1 1 D ied 1 8 2 . , 7 7 3

“ ee th e lad e Why w p ye by tide, y , Why weep y e by th e tide ? ’ w ed e e I ll y to my young st son, An d ye shall b e his bride ; An d e a b e br e l ad e y sh ll his id , y , Sae com ely to b e seen ’ a e sh e t th e ear But y loo t s down fa , ’ a For Jock o H azeld e n .

N l et u e ow this wilf l gri f be done, An d dry that cheek so pal e Y u ra e Err o ng F nk is chi f of ington, An d Lord of Langl ey-dale ; ’ His e r e e st p is ﬁ st in p ac ful ha , H is swor d in battle k een ’ a e th e e r w fa But y she loot t a s do n , ’ For H a e Jock o z ldean .

’ A a 0 e ch in gold y sall not lack, Nor r r a r b aid to bind you h i , Nor e o n or a mettl d h und, m naged hawk, N or palfr ey fresh and fair :

S TTI S S N G. 1 84 CO H O

’ a r h er r H er face sae f i , e en sae clea , ’ ’ H er w ee bit mou sa e sweet an bonm e T sh e c e r o me ever will be l a , ’ r Though she s for ever l eft h e Johnnie .

CXLL

A B RI TH E R UN A W Y D E .

A a e an d e l ddi a lassi , Dwelt in the south countrie ; ’ T e ha e e r e r h y coost th i cla s thegithe , An d wedded they wad b e On Tuesday to the bridal feast Cam ﬁ ddlers ﬂocking fr ee h e th e rinawa r But y play up y b ide, ’ sh e For e has ta n the g ee .

Sh e n ae a e or r had run mil mai , ’ Till she gan to consider Th e er h er a er ar ang ing of f th de , Th e vexing of h er mither ; Th e r slighting of the silly b idegroom, ’ Th e war st of a th e thr ee ; T e th e r inawa r h n hey play up y b ide, ’ For she has ta en the gee .

H er father and her mith er baith ’ Ran after h er wi speed An d ran aye they until they came, Unto th e water of Tweed

And a K when they c me to elso town, ’ They gar t the clap gang through ; S TTI SH S N G CO O . 1 35

’ Saw wi ye a lass a hood and mantle, ’ ’ Th e o t wi face lined up blue, ’ ’ Th e o t wi face lined up blue, ’ ’ An d the tail lin d up wi green ’ Saw e wi a y a lass a hood and m ntle, ’ ’ Should ha e been married on Tuesday t

CXLI I .

SLI CH TI T N AN C Y

’ ’ Tis r I ha e seven b aw new gowns , ’ An d ither seven better to m ak ’ An d yet, for a my new gowns, ’ My wooer has tum d his back . e e -k e Besid s , I hav seven milk y , An d Sandy h e has but thre e ’ An d for a e yet, my gud kye, Th ’ e laddie winna ha e me .

’ My daddy s a delver of dikes, er My moth can card and spin, ’ An d a I m ﬁne fodgel lass, ’ linki And the siller comes n in . ’ Th e S linkin iller comes in, ’ ’ An d it s fu fair to see ; An d ﬁ fty times wow O wow What ails the lads at me ?

r Whenever our Bawty does ba k, T rin hen fast to the door I , T o see gin ony young spark, Will light and venture in : S N G 1 86 SCOTTI SH O .

’ a But n e er ane will come in, ’ a an e ae Th o mony g s by, Sin e far b en th e house I ri n ;

And a weary wight am I .

as at r ra r Wh en I w my ﬁ st p ye s, ’ ’ ra d a ear I p y but nce i the y , ’ i h r a I w s d fo handsome young lad, ’ r An d a lad w i muckl e gea . a a r r Wh en I w s t my n eist p aye s, ’ ra d but I p y now and than, ’ n a ea e I fash d my h d about g ar,

If I got a handsom e young man .

N ow at a r r I am my l st p aye s , ra a t an d da I p y on b i h nicht y, An d a e ar w ad m e , oh , if b gg co , ’ With that sam e b eggar I d g ae. ’ ’ An d an d a 11 e 0 m e ! , oh , wh t com An d an d a , oh, wh t will I do That sic a braw lassi e as I di e Should for a wooer, I trow

’ We believe this s ong to be m uch older th an Ram say s ztim e r obab h e adde to i t I t w as r n ted r st i n ; p ly d . p i ﬁ h is Tea Ta ble IlI i scella n y .

I I I CXL . H E Y H O W M Y H N I E LAD . , , j O

H e y, how, my Johnie lad, ’ ’ ’ Ye r e no sae kind s y e should ha e been . For e a a gin your voic I h dn k ent, ’ I m sur e I couldna trust my een

1 88 SCOTTI SH SON G.

n d a e m ilkit A y as she , she merrily sang, - ’ Th e yellow bair d laddie shall be my gudeman . And a e sh e m ilkit l y as , she merri y sang, ’ -hair d a Th e yellow l ddie shall be my gudeman .

Th cl eadin e weather is cauld, and my is thin, Th e yowes are new clipt, and they winna bucht m 3 T hey winna bucht in, although I should dee ’ -h i u h a r d b e . O , yellow laddie, kind nto me

The e e e e gud wif cries butt the house, Jenni , com b en ’ ’ ’

Th e ch ees e i s r . to mak , and the butte s to kirn ’ T r an d e hough butte , chees , and a should gang r sou , ’ ’ wi’ - I ll crack and I ll kiss my love ae half hour. ’ ’ ’ ’ ae - i It s lang half hour, and we ll e en mak t r th ee, ’ For the yellow-bair d laddie my gudeman shall

be .

P r n te b Ram sa as an old s on i d y y g.

CXLV.

COLI N CL O UT

C wi’ hanticleer, noisy whistle, Bids th e housewife rise in haste, v C C r olin lout begins to hi sle, Slawl y frae his sleepless nest, S TTI S S N G CO H O . 1 89

L a r ove that raises sic clamou , ’ Drivin lads and lassies mad ’ r a r Wae s my hea t had coost his gl mou , ’

er . O poor Colin, luckless lad

C ruel Jenny, lack a daisy L e ang had gart him greet and gran , ’ C haﬂins olin s pate was crazy, ’ Jenny laughed at Colin s pain . Slawl r y, up his duds he gathe s, Slawl Slawl y, y trudges out , ’ An r e ders frae the fauld he d ives his w d , far H appier than Colin Clout.

’ Now r ais d r e e the sun, f a his nappi ,

Set the orient in a lowe, ’ ’ Drinkin lan cin r ilka g d appie, ’ ’ ’

e. I the ﬁeld, an i the know ’ r Mony a bi die, sweetly singin , ’ Flaffer d briskly roun d about ’ ’ n a dain tie ﬂow erie s rin in A monie p g , ’ n A wer e blythe but Coli Clout .

’ ’ ? l ow rin What is this cries Colin g , ’ laik d- a G e like, a round bout, ’ Jenny this is past endurin

Death man eas e poor Colm Clout . ’ an d A the night I toss tumble, ’ N e c c ever can I clos an , ’ ’ a e an r A the d y I gran g umble , ’

n e. Jen y, this is a for the

’ ’ e Ye ll ha e nane but farm r Patic, ’ w’ Cause the fallo s rich , I trow, S TTI SH S N G. 1 90 CO O

S e e Aiblins though he houldna ch at y , ’ ’

e rue . J enny, ye ll ha e caus to A and - uld , gleed, and crooked backed , e a e Sill r bought at sic pric , ’ Ah e it , J nny gin you lout to tak , ’ ’ r Folk will say ye re no o e nice .

Fr agm en t of an old song ; th e r est i s supp osed os t l .

CXLVI .

y o IIN G j OCKE Y.

R B u r n s . .

Y th e bl thest lad oung Jockey was y , ’ ’ In a our town an d h er e aw a ’ Fu e t e a t a blyth he whis l d the g ud , ’ ’ Fu lichtly danced h e in th e ha H e r een s ae n e oosed my bo ni blue, ’ H e r oos ed my waist sae genty sm a ’ ’ An d a e r cam y my hea t to my mou , ’ r r or s aw When ne e a body hea d .

e My Jock y toils upon the plain, ’ ’ T r an d ee r h o wind w t, th o frost and snaw ’ An d e lee fu ow r the I look fain , ’ ’ e h am When Jock y s ows en eward ca . An d a e th e r y nicht comes ound again, ’ ar h e m When in his ms taks e a , ’ An d aye he vows he ll be my ain AS lang as he has breath to draw.

S TTI S S N G 1 9 2 CO H O .

I I CXLVI .

W D O WN I N TH E B R OOM L O .

a cank ert r My daddie is ca le, ’ ’ H e ll no twin wi his gear ’ ’ s cauldin e My minnie she s a wif , ’ H an s th e d a house asteer.

B ut l et or them say, let them do, ’ ’ an e It s a to me, ’ ’ For h e s th e low doun, he s in broom, ’ That s waiting on me W m e aiting on , my love, ’ ’ H e s waitin m e on , ’ ’ For h e s h e s th e low doun, in broom, ’ ’ T waitin m hat s on e.

a e K a at h er My unti te sits wheel,

' An d sair sh e lightlies m e ’ ’ k en it s a But weel I envy, ’ F r h o ne er a j oe has S e.

My cousin Kate w as sair beguiled ’ ’ Wi Johnnie o th e Glen An d a e e r e y sinsyn she c i s , Beware f O fause d eluding m en .

’ Gl eed Sandy he cam wast yestreen, ’ And speir d when I saw Pate ; An d aye sinsyne th e n eeb ors r ound T m air a hey j eer e and l te . S TTI SH S N CO O G. 1 93

let sa l et e But them y, or th m do, ’ ’ a an e m e It s to , ’ ’ h e s r For he s low doun, in the b oom, ’ That s waiting on m e m e e Waiting on , my lov , ’ H e s a w iting on me , ’ ’ For h e s he s low doun, in the broom, T ’ hat s waiting on m e.

I CXL X .

E I A TTR CK B N KS.

’ n E S r O ttrick banks , on a imme s night, ’ At loam in S e r g when the h ep d ave hame, m et a ra an d I my l ssie b w tight, ’ - a r e a . Come w ding, ba foot, a her l ne a e ran My he rt gr w licht, I , I ﬂang r h er e My a ms about lily n ck , ’ ’ ’ An d kis s d cla d h er er fu and pp th e lang, r My words they we e na monie feck .

a a I said, My l ssie, will ye g ng " To th e Highland hills th e Er s e to learn ’ a an d ew e I ll gie thee b ith a cow , ’ When ye come to the brig 0 Earn . ’ At Le a a e e er ith uld me l com s in , n fash , An d err at Broom i elaw h ings the , C eer r ar e h up you he t, my bonni lass , ’ Ther e s gear to win ye never saw .

* E 7 sc/Ie or G ae c th e an ua e of th e H an s . y , li , l g g ighl d H S N G. 1 94 SCO TTI S O

’ l e h a e r eu A l day wh n we w ought en ch , t r r an d a e Wh en win e f osts sn w b gin , as th e ae e th e Soon sun g s w st loch , e e Sit w At night wh n y do n to spin , ’ r e e a a r I ll sc w my pip s , and pl y sp ing An d th e ear en d thus w y night will , Till th e tender kid an d lamb-time bring r a a a Our pl easant simm e b ck g in .

e t ee ar e e Syne, wh n the r s in th ir bloom , ’ ’ An d e t o er ﬁ el gowans gl n ilka , ’ I ll me et my lass amang the br oom ’ And lead ye to my simm er Shi el ’ ’ T e far rae e r s cornfu din h n f a th i , ’ T m ak e r S hat the kindly h a t their port , ’ e an d a an d W ll laugh , and kiss , d nce, sing, An d ar da r g the langest y seem sho t .

’ An old s on r om H er s Co ct on g ; f d lle i .

C L.

B E SS Y B E LL AN D MAR Y GRA

Alla n a sa R m y .

O e an d ar a , B ssy Bell, M y Gr y, They wer e tw a bonnie lass es T bi it a r bum - hey gg boui on yon brae , ’ An d th eekit r wi r it owe ash es . ’ r e r Fai Bessy B ll I lo ed yest een , ’ An d thocht I ne er could alter ; ’ But Mary Gray s twa pawky een T e ar a a h y g my f ncy f lter .

S S N G. 1 95 SCO TTI H O

’ e th e racefu e H ow much unlik g mi n , H An d manly looks of my ighland laddie .

m H a O y bonny ighl nd laddie, n m ar H My ha dso e , ch ming ighland laddie Ma ea en t ar an d e r ar y h v s ill gu d lov ew d, r a a an d h er H a a Ou L wl nd lass, ighl nd l ddie.

er r If I w e f ee at will to choose, To b e th e ea e L a w lthi st awl nd lady, ’ ’ tak D a re I d young on ld without t ws ,

e e an d . With bonn t blu , belted plaidie

The ra e b ean rr - b w st in bu ows town , ’ ’ a r w i art a r a In a his i s , , m de e dy, ’ C ar e him h e s a omp d to , but clown, ’ ’ far r H e s ﬁner in s ta tan plaidie .

’ ’ ’ er h wi O benty ill him I ll run, An d leave my Lawland kin an d daddie ’ ’ e n er a an d m e Fra wi t s c uld sum r s sun, ’ ’ H e ree wi H a ll sc n me his ighl nd plaidie.

A a e bed p int d room, and silken , May please a Lawland lair d and lady ; can an d be as a But I kiss gl d, ’ s H a Behind a bush in ighl nd plaidie.

Few compliments between us pass ; ’ ca e H a I him my d ar ighland l ddie, ’ An d m e L a a he ca s his awl nd l ss, r e a Syne ows me in ben ath his pl idie. S TTI SH S N G CO O . [ 97

’ ’ Nae a e er gre ter j oy I ll pretend, T a a e r r e an d e h n th t his lov p ove t u st ady, ’ L e m e e a en d ik in to him, which ne r sh ll , e r Whil heaven p eserves my H ighland laddie .

The tun e to c thes e or s ar e sun i s er old it whi h w d g v y , w as r n te in 168 but th e old or s ar n os t p i d 7 w d e ow l .

I I CL . KI N D R B I N ’ ME O L O ES .

R o obin is my only j , ’ R ar t obin has the to lo e , a So to his suit I me n to bow, ’ B ecause I ken h e lo es m e . H a th e e ppy, happy was show r, T a l ed m e r r h t to his bi ken bowe , r e r e Wha ﬁ st of love I felt the pow r, ’ ’ An d ken d that Robin lo ed m e .

T a e r hey spe k of napkins , sp ak of ings, ea e n Sp k of glov s and kissing stri gs, An d m e a a e na thous nd bonni things, ’ h ’ An d ca them signs e lo es me . r e e a Rob But I p f r smack of , r th e e Spo ting on v lvet fog, ’ T t as a laiden o gif s l ng s a p wob , ’ Becaus e I ken he lo es me .

’ H e s r an d r tall and sonsy, f ank f ee, ’ ’ L e a an d ear o d by , d to me , ’ ’ ’ ’ Wi e w i him I d liv , him I d die, ’ Becaus e my Robin lo es me . TTI SH S N G 1 93 SCO O .

t ar My tit y M y said to me, a e Our courtship but j ok wad be, An d an b e a e s ee I , or l g, m d to , ' ’ That Robin didna lo e m e .

sh e a But little kens wh t has been, Me e Rob tw e and my hon st be e n , An d O = sae e in his wooing, ke n, ’ Kind Robin is that lo es m e . T e a r h n ﬂy, ye l zy hou s , away, An d e th e a da hast n on h ppy y, “ ” r a e When join you h nds , M ss John ’ ’ An d mak him min e that lo es me .

T e l et e r ill th n ve y chance unite, To e our an d w igh love, ﬁx delight, ’ ’ And w wi I ll look do n on such spite , ’ a Who doubt th t Robin lo es me . ’ 0 R sh e hey, obin, quo , ’ O h e R uo sh e y, obin, q , ’ O h e R sh e y, obin , quo , K R ’ ind obin lo es m e.

’ Fr om H er d s ollectio n T ere ar e m uc o r r s C . h h lde wo d to th e tun e b ut t e ou be un su tab e ere , h y w ld i l h .

I I I CL . I L O ’E N E ’E R A LAD D I B E UT ANE .

’ ’ I lo e ne er a laddi e but an e ’ ’ H e lo es n e er a lassie but m e ’ ’ H e s willing to m ak m e his ain An d is ain am h I willing to b e.

TI SH S N z o o SCOT O G.

r e Enraptu ed th n, My lovely lass , ’ r e N 0 r e rr I c i d , mo we ll ta y ’ a th e r L -Er We ll le ve fai och och side, ” a For lovers soon should m rry.

‘ The author of this s ong w as an obs cure tippling but ex traord n ar bod com m on ca e Ba oon T t er rom i y y ly ll d ll y l , f his a n r o ected a b a oon a m or ta w h o t ou h e h vi g p j ll l , h gh drud es ab out E nbur as a com m on r n ter t ea g di gh p i , wi h l ky s oes a sk - ted h at an d n ee -buc es as un e h , y ligh , k kl lik a s G eorge -by-th e -grace -of—G od and Solom on -th e-s on -of Da d et t at s am e un n o n drun en m or ta i s aut or vi , y h k w k l h ’ an d com piler of thr ee -four ths of Elliot s p om pous E n cy clo Media B r ita n n ica c h e com ose at a -a - u nea a { , whi h p d h lf g i w ee —B u r n s k .

TH E YO UN G LAI RD AND

B UR GH RA TI E .

Alla n Ra m sa y .

Now m et e wat ye wha I y streen, C th e re o ? oming down st et, my j r e h er r a e My mist ss , in ta t n scr en , ’ r Fu bonnie, b aw, and sweet, my j 0 . e r a th My d a , quoth I , th nks to e nicht ’ T r wis s d er hat neve a lov ill, ’ ’ ’ ’ Sin e r e 0 r er y out you mith s sicht, ’ ’ Le a th t s tak a w lk up to e hill .

’ Oh K th ou a wi , atie, wilt g ng me, An d leave th e dinsome toun a while ? ’ Th e r ra e th e re e blossom s sp outing f t , ’ ’ An d r a a the simme s g un to smil e. S TTI SH S N G CO O . 20 1

Th e e r mavis , nightingal , and la k , Th e ea am an bl ting l bs d whistling hynd, a e r ee S a an d r In ilka d l , g n h w, pa k ,

r a r . Will nou ish he lth , and glad you mind

’ Sune as th e clear gud em an 0 day ’ r ra dew Bends his mo ning d ught o , ’ ae m e r - e an d a We ll g to so bu n sid pl y,

An d gath er ﬂouirs to busk your br ow. ’ e th e r e e We ll pou the daisi s on g n , Th e lucken -gowans fra e th e bog ; ’ e a an d e e Betw en h nds , now th n , w ll lean An d h sport upon t e velvet fog .

’ T e a a her s , up into ple sant glen, ’ A w ee e e ra e a er r pi c f my f th s towe , A a a t an d er c nny, s f , ﬂow y den ,

Which circling birks have mad e a bower. ’ e e r r an d Wh n e the sun g ows high warm, ’ We ll to th e caller sh ad e r emove T er e arm h will I lock the e in my ,

An d e . lov and kiss , and kiss and love

n Th e ﬁr s t s tan za belongs to an older s o g .

CLVL

M UI RLAN D WI LLI E .

H r an d e ea ken , I will t ll ye how, Young Muirlan d Willie cam e to woo ’ t er s a n or Tho h e could nei h y do,

Th e tr uth I tell to you . ’ a e h e r e te er e e . But y , c i s , wha b tid ’ ’ Maggi e I s e h a e to be my bride . N 20 2 SCOTTI SH SO G.

r e h e r On his g ay yad as did ide, ’ Wi r an d t e du k pis ol by his sid , ’ ’ H rick d h er wi e e r e e p on m ikl p id , ’ Wi e e rt and e m ikl mi h gle , ’ ’ ut o er o er O yon moss , out yon muir ’ r Till h e came to h er daddy s doo .

G a t h e be e oodm n , quo h , y within, ’ ’ r dochter s I m come you love to win, re a for a e I ca n m king meikl din, ’ Wh at answer gi e ye m e ’ N ow er t h e w woo , quo h , wou d you light do n, ’ ’ ’ I ll gi e ye my dochter s love to win .

’ N er are ow, woo , sin ye lighted down, er e or a ? Wh e do y won , in wh t town m ter a I think y doch winn gloom, n a la a O sic d s you . ’ Th e er he s te d u th e e woo pp p hous , ’ n h r A d wow but e was wond r ous c ous e .

e t r e e I hav h e ows n in a pleugh, Tw a au a an d e r e good g n y ds, g a nough, ’ Th e place they ca it Caden eugh I scor n to tell a li e ’ e e h a e ra e th e r e r B sid s, I f g at lai d, - A at at an d a ka ar . pe p , a l ng il y d

The a ut h er r r m id p on ki tle b own, ’ Sh e w as th e br awest in a th e town ; wat sh e I on him didna gloom , But blinkit bonnilie , Th e er h e en e a lov st d d up in h ste , An d r h r g ipt er ha d about the wais t.

S TTI SH S N G. 20 4 CO O

’ a e er An d our bride s m id ns w e na few, ’ ’ a - - n t a e Wi t p knots , lug k o s , in blu , a tae e ere r n ew Frae t p to th y w b aw , ili An d blinkit bonn e .

e er e s ae Their toys and mutch s w clean, ’ They glanced in our lads s een .

b r u r an d Sic i d m , di dum , sic din , ’ ’ ’ Wi h e o er h er an d sh e o er , him Th t e e er e mins r ls th y did nev blin , ’ Wi m eikl e mirth and gl ee . ’ An d a e e r e el d an d a e e y th y y th y set , ’ ’ a m An d lads s lips with l sses et.

‘ Thi s lights om e b allad gives a par ticular drawing o f t os e r ut es s t m es w ba n tbie’oes w er e r i e and th e ads h hl i , f , l w ent a oo n in t e r ar e ab m en ts n ot n o n w i g h i w lik h ili , k wi g ’ — w et er t e ou d t t t s or aun ces . B u r ns h h h y w l il wi h lip l .

I t w as r s t r nte b Ram s a as an old s on . ﬁ p i d y y, g

I I CLV . WOO ’D AN D MARRI E D AND A ’

’ ’ Th e r e cam th e r e b id out o by , An d O as sh e e h er , , dight d cheeks ! ’ r b e m arr e th e Si s , I m to i d night, An d has n eith er blankets n or sheets H as e er a et n or ee n ith bl nk s sh ts, Nor scarce a coverl et too ’ Th e r e t a h as a rr b id h t thing to bo ow, ’ H as e en r a ight muckl e do .

’ ’ an d a r e an d Woo d m r i d a , ’ Marri ed an d woo d an d a S TTI S S N G CO H O . 20 5

An d ' was she no very weel off, ’ T rr hat was woo d, and ma ied

’ Out a r a sp ke the b ide s f ther, ’ AS cam rae th e he in f pleugh, 0 han d your tongue, my dochter, ’ An d ye se get gear eneugh ’ ’ The r th e r sti k stands i t the , An d r a our b aw bawsint y de, Will carry ye hame your corn e at ? What wad y be , ye jade

’ ut a r O sp ke the bride s mithe , ’ What deil ne eds a this pride ? I had na a plack in my pouch That nicht I was a br ide lin s - My gown was y woolsy, An d ne er a sark ava ’ An d h a e r ye ibbons and buskins,

Mae than ane or twa .

’ Out r e r t er spake the b id s b i h , ’ As h e came in wi th e kye ’ ’ ’ e e r h a e a Poor Willi wad n e t en ye, H ad he k ent ye as well as I ’ e a r a For y re b ith p oud and s ucy, ’ An d no for a poor man s wife in r G I canna get a bette , ’ ’ ’ r tak I se neve ane i my life.

’ Out th e r spake b ide s sister, " As Sh e came in fra e the byre r rr O gin I we e but ma ied, ’ ’ It s a that I desire ; N . 20 6 SCO TTI SH SO G

r nn e But we poo folk ma liv single, And do th e b est w e can I dinn a car e what I should want

If I could but g et a man .

Pr in tedﬁr s t in 1 776 but it i s of m uch older date.

I I CLVI . TH E CARLE H E CAME O’E R TH E

’ Th ar am e o er th e t e c le he c craf , ’ Wi his b ear d n ew-shaven ’ ’ H look d at m e as h e d ee a t e b n d f , ’ ’ Th e carl e trow d that I w ad ha e him . ’ ’ H out aw a I winna ha e him ’ Na r n a ha e , fo sooth , I win him ’ F r a ear n w - a e o his b d e sh v n, ’ ’ ’ Ne er a bit 0 m e will h a e him .

’ A S er r a e m e e ill b ooch he g n ist, To fasten on my curchi e n ookit ’ r t w ee r e I wo e a upon my b ist, ’ a a e th e t e o t crookit But soon, l k ongu ’ An d s ae m ay his I winna h a e him ’ Na or t a h a e , f soo h, I winn him ’ ’ Twice-a—bairn s a lassie s j est ’ Sae f r m a ha e ony fool o me y him .

Th e carl e has n ae fault but an e For h e h as a ar e l nds and doll s pl nty, a e for an d a e But, w s me him, skin b n ’ I S for no a plump lass o twenty.

S TTI SH S N 20 8 CO O G.

’ An d for an hour sh e ll hardly sp eak ’ ’ Wh a d no ca h er a g awkie ur e a e has a e But s my M ggi m ir sens , ’ She ll gie a score withou t offence N i e m e an e n th e e ow g i to m nse, An d be a ye shall my d wtie .

’ O a e h ae e J mi , ye mony ta n , But I wi ll n ever stand for an e r twa e w e ee a O wh n do m t ag in, ’ r m a a ki So n e e think e g w e. Ah a a a a , na, l ss , th t c nn be Sic thoughts as thae are far frae r th e et a e a s ee O ony y sw f c th t , ’ E r awki e to think th ee a g e .

’ ’ n ae a r 0 But, whisht, m i this we ll speak, For yon der J ami e do es us m eet ’ ’ ea 0 Me h e kis s d s a e Inst d g sweet, h i I trow he lik es t e g awk e. e r e r e O d a B ss , I ha dly kn w, ’ h r W en I cam by, you gown sae new ; ’ ’ ’ n i I thi k you ve g ot it w et w dew. ’ sh e T awki Quoth , hat s like a g e

’ ’ ’ wi dew a It s wat , and twill get r in, ’ An d I ll g et gowns when it is gane Sac m a an a e e e ye y g g the g t y cam , ’ n A d t ell it to your dawti e . ’ ’ The guilt appear d on J ami e s che ek H e r e O r e a e t c i d , c u l m id, but sw e , a er a e If I should g ng anith g t , ’ ’ I ne er could meet my dawtie . S TTI S S N G CO H O . 20 9

The a r lasses f st f ae him they ﬂew, An d left poor J amie sair to rue ’ r a e a That eve M ggi s f ce he knew,

’ ' a ki Or yet ca d B ess a g w e . As er th e they gade ow muir they sang, ’ Th e and e wi hills dal s echo rang, ’ Th e an d a w i ra hills d les echo ng, ‘ ’ ’ Gang o er the muir to Maggi e .

’ I t is a b eaut u s on and i n th e enu n e Scot s tas te if l g, g i , w e a e few as tora com os t on s I m ean th e astor a h v p l p i i , p l — of nature t at are e ua to t s . B u r n s . , h q l hi

X CL .

DE AR R OG R I F Y UR E NN Y E , O j

Alla n Ra m sa y .

D r R e r ea og r, if you Jenny geck , An d a r e S t nswe kindn ss with a ligh , ’ uncon cem d h er e e Seem at n gl ct, F r e ur o wom n in o vows delight . e ar e e But them despis who soon d feat, An d with a simpl e face give way To a r e e a e epuls th n be not bl t , banl l Push d y on and win the day .

en Wh maidens , innocently young, Say aften what th ey n ever m ean ; ’ N e er r r e e mind thei p tty lying tongu , ’ ’ But tent the language 0 th eir e en o TTI SH S N 2 I o SCO O G.

e e r e an d sh e er If th s ag e, p sist T0 a er all r e e nsw you lov with hat , e e e r e r e Se k ls whe to be bette bl st, ’ h r An d e e . let sigh, when tis too lat

I CLX .

TH E CA ULD RI FE WOOE R .

’ ’ T m an a r here cam a young to my d ddie s doo , ’ ’ a e r My daddie s door, my d ddi s doo ’ ’ T er e cam a m an m a r h young to y d ddie s doo , m ’ m Ca seeking e to woo .

An d w as r wow but he a b aw young lad , A r u an d r b isk yo ng lad , a b aw young lad, An d ! but h e w as a ra wow b w young lad , ’ am C seeking me to woo .

a e e But I was b king wh n he cam , e h e a e e h e Wh n c m , wh n came an d e I took him in gi d him a scone, ’ To th o fr w e his oz en mou .

I s et him in aside th e bink ’ I g a e him br ead an d al e to drink ’ e er e e But n a blyth stym wad he blink, ’ U a e fu ntil his w m was .

Gae et e a r e er , g ye gon , ye c uld if woo , Ye - au r e o er ! sour looking, c ld if w o ’ t a wa him th r I s r ight y show d to e doo ,

n C m e n ae a to . Sayi g, o m ir woo

TTI SH S N 21 2 SCO O G.

Thr ee sparr ows may dance upon the ’ a An I canna come ilka d y to woo . ’ ’ ’ h en I ha e a but an I ha e a , ’ Lass gin ye lo e m e t ell me now ’ ’ ha e e e fat h en I thre chick ns an a , ’ An caIm a I come ony mair to woo.

’ ’ h en wi ha it I ve a a pp y leg, ’ ’ Lass gin ye lo e me tak me now a a m e an e Which ilk day l ys gg , ’ An a I canna com e ilka d y to woo . ’ h a e e e I a k bbuck upon my sh lf, ’ ’ ’ Las s gin ye lo e m e tak me now ; ’ I downa eat it a myself; ’ r An I winna come ony mai to woo .

I I I CLX . E R TH E RA HE R N W S . G E G 0 S , 0

R. B u r ns .

th e a e O Green grow r sh s , G r reen g ow the rashes, O ’ Th e r e r sweetest hou s that e I spend, Ar e spent amang the lasses, O

’ ’ ’ Th er e s nought but car e on ev ry han ’ r ha e In ev y hour t t pass s, O ’ e 0 What signiﬁes the lif man, ’ ’ An f r o e . twere na the lass s, O

Th e ar r e r a w ly ac may iches ch se, ’ An 0 riches still may ﬂy them, S TTI S S CO H ON G. 2 1 3

’ An at though last they catch them fast, ’ T e r . heir h arts can ne e enj oy them, 0

’ i e u But g me a canny ho r at e en , r a O My a ms bout my dearie, ’ ’ An ar warly cares, an w ly men , ’

a . May a gae t psalteerie, O

so e For you douce, y sneer at this , Y e e e O our nought but s ns less ass s , ’ Th r e er e wis est man the wo ld saw, ’

H e ar O . de ly lo ed the lasses,

A N uld ature swears , the lovely dears, H er e r 0 nobl st wo k she classes, ’ ’ H r r sh e t e p entice han ried on man,

An d . then she made the lasses, O

CLXI V.

MA G GI E LA UD E R .

Att but d r ncis S m l o lt r i e to F a e p e f B e rees .

Wha wadna be in love ’ Wi bonnie Maggie Lauder ? A m et h er a e piper g un to Fif , ’ ’ ’ An d speir d what was t they ca d ’ R an sw er d ight scornfully she him, Begone you hallanshaker e r Jog on your gat , you blethe skate, a My name is Maggie L uder. TTI SH S N G. 21 4 SCO O

’ h e a Maggie, quo , now by my b gs , ’ ’ I m ﬁ dgin fain to s ee thee m e Sit down by , my bonnie bird, In troth I winna steer thee ; ’ r er a e Fo I m a pip to my tr d , My nam e is Rab th e Ranter r e af The lasses loup as they we d t,

When I blaw up my chanter.

’ ’ r M e r Pipe , quo g , ha e ye you bags , Or is your drone in order ’ e Rab e r If y be , I ve h a d of you, ’ Live ye upo th e bord er ? ’ Th e a e a a far l ss s , b ith and near, ’ H ave heard 0 Rab th e Ranter ’ ’ I ll shake my foot wi right gude will ’ Gif you ll blaw up your chanter.

’ T a h e ﬂ ew w i hen to his b gs speed, About th e dron e h e twisted ’ ’ Me w all d r th e g up and op o e green, r Fo brawly could sh e frisk it . ’ ’ Well done ! quo h e— play up quo she ; ’ ’ Well bobb d quo Rab th e Ranter ; ’ Tis r e wo th my whil to play indeed, ’ h r When I a e sic a dance .

’ ’ ’ la d r Weel ha e ye p y your pa t, quo Meg, Your cheeks ar e like th e crimson ’ T e e h re s nan in Scotland plays sae weel ,

Since we lost H abbi e Simpson .

A r celebrated Piper i n Renfr ewshi e.

21 6 SCO TTI SH SON G.

’ ar I ha e twa s ks into my kist, ’ ’ ’ An d an e o them I ll gi e him ; ’ An d for a m erk o mair fee D wi’ ’ inna stand him, quo she, ’ Dinna stand wi him .

’ ’ e For we l do I lo e him, quo she, ’ Weel do I lo e him ; ’ ’ For ee lo e w l do I him, quo she, ’ Weel do I lo e him . ’ O fee him a er , f th , fee him, quo she, a er Fee him, f th , fee him ; ’ H e h and th e e t a ll pl ugh , hr sh in the barn , ’ ’ ’ An d r wi c ack me at e en , quo she, ’ ’ An d crack wi me at e en .

T s s on for enu n e um our in th e er s es and hi g, g i h v e or na t i n the ai r i s un ara e e I ta e i t liv ly igi li y , p ll l d. k ’ to be er old — B u r n s v y . .

I CLXV .

WH E N SH E CAM ’ B E N

’ ’ O cam fu when she ben she bobbit law, ’ ’ 0 b en sh e fu when she cam bobbit law, ’ ’ An d ben Sh e kiss d Cock en when she cam , p , ’ An d syne denied she did it at a .

’ An d ock en r a wasna C p icht s ucy witha , ’ And a Cock en r a a w sna p icht s ucy with , e th e e r In l aving docht r of a lo d, ’ ’ And kissing a collier lassie an a ? S TTI CO SH SON G. 2 1 7

’ O a never look doun , my lassie, at , ’ O e er a n v look doun , my lassie, at , Th ar e e r y lips as sw et, and thy ﬁgu e complete, ’ As e or the ﬁnest dam in castle ha .

’ Though thou has nae Silk and holland sae sma ’ Though thou has nae silk and holland sae s m a Th a ar ar e h and w ark y co t and thy s k thy ain y , An d L r s a r ady Jean was neve e b aw.

T s i s an old s on t a few a terat ons b B urns hi g wi h l i y .

I I C LXV .

TH E LAI RD O ’ CO CKP EN

Lad N a ir ne y .

’ ’ ’ ’ Th e L r Cock en r ai d o p , he s p oud an he s great, ’ ’ ’ H is a wi 0 mind is t en up the things the state , H e wanted a wife his braw hous e to ke ep ’ ’ i in a hi But favour w woo was f s ons to seek .

D -S did e oun by the dyke ide a lady dw ll, ’ At his table-head he thought sh e d look well ‘ ’ ’ ’ li h s a la r -ha L M C s e daughter 0 C ve s e ee . ’ A pennyless lass wi a lang pedigr ee .

’ H is ou th er d wig was weel p , as guid as when

new, H is wais coat a e was white, his co t it was blu ’ H e r r cock d put on a ing, a swo d, and hat ’ ’ An d wha could r efuse th e Laird wi a that ? N G 21 8 SCO TTI SH SO .

H th e ra r e r e cannilie e took g y ma , and ad ’ ’ An d rapp ed at th e yet 0 Clavers e-h a Lee a m b n G a e tell Mr s . J e n to co e sp eedily e ’ ’ h ’ k ” Sh e s wanted to speak wi t e Laird o Coc pen .

’ Mistress J ean was makin eld er ﬂower wine ; “ ’ ” An d what brings the Laird at Sic a like time? h e h er r h er S put off ap on , and on silk goun , ’ ’

H er wi r ed an d e . mutch ribbons , ga d awa doun

’ ’ An d e sh e cam b en h e e fu wh n , bon d low ;

An d what was his errand h e soon let h er know . Am a was th e La r e th La Na zed i d wh n e dy said, , ’ ’ a a r i r An d wi l igh cu ts e she tu ned awa .

’ Dum foun der d h e was n ae S , but igh did he gie H e mounted his mar e an d ra de can nili e An d te h e as h e ae r th e of n thought, g d th ough e gl n , ’ h ’ She s daft to r efus e t e Laird o Cockpen .

An d n ow t a th e La r ex h ad a e h t i d his it m d , Mistr ess J ean s h e r eﬂected o n what Sh e had said ; “ ’ ’ ’ Oh ! for an e et e er aur et I ll g b tt , it s w I ll g ten ’ ” I w as t r e e th La r ck n daf to fus e i d o Co pe .

N eist time that th e Laird an d th e lady wer e ee s n , Th ey wer e gaun arm and arm to the kirk 011 the gre en :

I SH S N G SCO TT O .

’ ’ a e er Quo I , my l ss , n mind the clouts, ’ ’ I ve n ew an es for the makin ; ’ ’ e e a e w i m e But gin y ll just com h m , ’ ’ An l ea th e ar e r a r c l , you f the , ’ Ye et r ee to e r m se g my b ks ke p in t i , ’ ’ ’

e a e t er . Mys l , an th gi h

’ ’ D lad sh e r fer a r eed, , quo , you of s f i , ’ ’ ea tak I r lly think I ll it, ’ Sae a th e r e , g ng awa , get out ma , ’ ’ We ll baith Slip on th e back o t ’ For a a t er gin I w it my f h s time, ’ I ll wait till I be ﬁfty ; ’ n a — ar r But , ; I ll m ry in my p ime, ’ ’ An mak a wife most thrifty

! R a r Wow obin was an ng y man , ’ At tynin g 0 his dochter ’ T r a th e ra- e h e ran h ough kint sid , ’ ’ An far an n ear h e sought h er ; ’ e h e our ﬁ re- But wh n cam to end, ’ An a a e er f nd us b ith th gith , ’ ’ ’ e a ta e r m Quo I , gud m n , I ve n you bai , ’ ’ An m a tak ye y my mith er .

’ ’ A R ow uld obin grin d, an shenk his p , ’ ’ G h e r e err uid sooth quo , you m y, ’ ’ t tak e at r But I ll jus y you word, ’ An en d this hurry-burry ’ So Robin an our auld wife Agre ed to cre ep th egither ’ Now hae R Tam s on s I obin pet, ’ An h a m Robin s my ither . S TTI S S CO H ON G. 22 1

I CLX X.

THE D UST Y MI LL R E .

H e th e r y, dusty Mille , And t his dusty coa , H e a n will win shilli g, Or s r he pend a g oat.

D th e usty was coat, D r usty was the colou , Dusty was the kiss T t r ha I got f ae the Miller.

CLXX. H E MI T LLE R .

— Sir obu l er k B a r t. B or n 1 680 Died 1 y C , 7 75.

err m a b e M y y the maid , T rr th e e hat ma ies mill r, For foul day and fair day ’ H e s aye bringing till her ; H as aye a p enny in his purse For dinner and for supper ; And e a fat gin she pl ase , good cheese, r An d lumps of yellow butte .

r When Jamie ﬁ st did woo me, ’ I s peir d what w as his calling ; a a O Fair m id, s ys he, come and see, ’ Ye r e welcome to my dwalling TTI SH S N G SCO O .

’ w as et Though I shy, y I cou d spy he r of at h e T t uth wh told me, An u e r d that his ho s was wa m and couth,

An d room in it to hold m e .

e th e e B hind door a bag of m al, An d in th e kist w as pl enty f o ar a e t r O g od h d c k s his mi he bakes , An d bann ocks were n a scanty ; A fat s ow a ee good , sl ky cow ’ Was stan din i n the byr e ’ While lazy puss with mealy mou r Was playing at the ﬁ e .

G are e e ood signs th s , my mither says, ’ An d bids m e tak th e miller For foul day and fair day ’ H e s aye bringing till her ; For ea an d a s h e e n a m l m lt do s want, ’ Nor anything that s dainty ; An d now an d then a keckling hen

To lay h er eggs in pl enty .

In winter when th e wind and rain ’ a o er the e r Bl ws hous and by e , H e sits beside a clean hear th stan e e r e a r ﬁ re B fo ousing , With n ut-br own al e h e tells his tale ’ ’ Which rows him o er fu nappy ’ — a e Who d be a king p tty thing, When a miller lives so happy ?

T I SH S N G 224 SCO T O .

’ s coft d r I whiles thought it me to sco n, e r ch ackit Saying, Sham , is you conscience no r w dr for a r But wh en I g e y ho n, ’ ’ ’

. it m an chan d a e Tak . It g y to , , tak it

’ Th e er w i r a smuggl s whiles cam thei p cks, ’ a e a e a r C use th y kent th t I lik d bicke , ’ Sae ar ere e wi I b t d whil s the gowks , ’ ’ e r a 0 e r Gi d them g ain for soup th ir liquo . ’ h a a e e r I e l ng b en accustom d to d ink, An d a e e r to y wh n I pu posed quat it, ’ Th e wi cla ertie thing its p clink, ’ ’ Tak Said aye to me, it, man, tak it .

r e But the wa st thing I did in my lif , ’ ’ Na e doubt but ye ll think I was wrang o t. Od a e , I tauld bit bodie in Fif ’ ’ A n a a d e t. my t le , he mad a bit sang o ’ a e h ad a e a I have y voic a my d ys, ’ ’ ’ But for singin I ne er got th e knack o t Yet tr e n a I y whil s , just thi king to ple se ’ ’ ’ ’ r r wi Tak My f ien s he e, it, man, tak it.

P r in 1 8 ted 35.

XI I CLX . A A WI TH A M L SS L U P OF LAND .

Allan Ra m sa y .

Gie me a lass with a lump of land, An d e r we for lif shall gang thegithe , ’ ’ ’ Th o a or e er a d ft wise , I ll n dem nd, ’ Or a r black or white, it m k s na whethe . I H SCO TT S SON G. 2 25

’ wit I m aff with , and beauty will fade , ’ An d t blood alane s no wor h a shilling , ’ ’ r ar e But she that s ich, her m k t s made , ’ For ilka charm about her s killing .

’ i e a a G me l ss with a lump of land , ’ An d in my bosom I ll hug my treasure Gin h ad a e h r e r a I nc e g a in my h nd,

ur . Should love turn dowf, it will ﬁnd pleas e ’ La er e a ugh on wha likes , but , th s my h nd , ’ a t e I h te wi h poortith , tho bonny, to meddl , U r or a a nless they b ing cash, lump of l nd, ’ Th r a e e r ey s e n eve get me to d nc to th i ﬁddle .

’ T e a here s meikle good lov in b nds and bags , ’ An d siller and gowd s a sw eet complex ion r But beauty and wit, and vi tue in rags , H ave tint the art of gaining affection L rr ar ove tips his a ows with woods and p ks , An d an d r an d castles , igs , and muirs meadows , An d a can at our er r n ething c ch mod n spa ks , ’ -toch er d a tu But well l sses , or j oin red widows .

CLXXI I I . Y AI I COME UND E R M P L D E .

H c r c l - n 6 D ied 1 e o M a nei B or 1 81 8 . t . 74

’ ’ Come under my plaidie th e night s gaun to fa C e r a om in f ae the cauld bl st, the drift, and the snaw C r l e and ome unde my p aidi , sit down beside me ’ ’ T r in a t for . he e s room , dear l ssie , believe me, twa P S TTI SH S N G 226 CO O .

e e a Com und r my pl idie , and sit down beside me ’ I ll h ap ye fra e every cauld blast that can blaw m e u e a an d e m Co nd r my pl idie, sit down b side e ’ ’ T r r in t e r e f r o tw a . he e s oom , d a lassi , believe me,

’ ’ ’ Gae wa w i e a D ae w a your plaidi uld onald, g , ear na th e a a th e r n or th e I f c uld bl st, d ift, snaw ’ ’ ’ Ga e wa wi your plaidi e I ll no Sit b esid e ye ’ Ye t be u e D a a e w . mich my g tch r auld onald, g ’ ’ ’ I m gaun to m eet Johnni e — he s youn g an d h e s bonni e ’ ’ ’ ’ H e s e at e r tu r an d fu r ! be n M g s b idal , t ig b aw ’ Na e da e sae t s a e racefu or tich tl n nc s lich ly, g , y, ’ ’ H is e n ew r e r che k s like the os , his b ow s like the snaw

’ De r a fl ee k a w a a M rion, let that stic f st to the ’ Y r and h as ae ou Jock s but a gowk , n thing ava ’ Th e h aill 0 his pack h e has n ow on his back ; ’ m r H e s r an d a r e . th etty, I but th ee sco and twa ’ B e frank now an d kindly— I ll busk ye aye finely ’ To kirk or to market th er e ll few gang s ae braw A e hide e for bein hous to in, a chais to ride in , ’ ’ An d flunki s aft e to tend ye as as ye ca .

’ a r a e t My f the y tauld me , my mo her and a , ’ ’ Ye d a mak gude husband, and keep me aye braw ; ’ ’ ’ ’ It s tr ue I lo e Johnnie ; he s young and he s bonnie ’ But wae s m e I k en he has naething ava ’ ’ I ha e little toch er : ye ve mad e a gude offer ; ’ ’ r tw sm a I m now ma e than enty, my time is but

S TTI SH S N G 228 CO O .

Ah ar e a ? , what silks and s tins braw ’ ’ What s a his w arldly gear to me ? ’ ’ ’ T e r a th em s el s awa h y e d ft that cast , r e or Wh e e nae cont nt love can be .

’ I cou dn a bide the silly clash Cam hourly frae the gawky laird An d s ae ab a , to stop his g and f sh, ’ ’ Wi r r Jamie to the ki k epair d.

’ No w er a ilka summ s day, sae l ng, ’ ’ An d er w i r wint s , clad f ost and snaw, ’ A tun efu lilt an d bonni e sang ’ A r r ye keep dull ca e and st ife awa .

Pr inted ﬁrs t i n 7 01 2104 1 M usical Museum ; but i t o f m uc o der ate h l d .

CLXXV. T WI NE WE E L TH E P LAI D E N

’ * ha e O, I lost my silken snood, That tied my hair sae yellow ;

‘ The s n ood or r ban t c a Scott s as s i d, wi h whi h i h l bra ded h er a r h ad an em b em at ca s n cat on and i h i , l i l ig iﬁ i , a h r m a den c ar acter I t w as ex c an e or pplied to e i h . h g d f th e cu r e/i to or co en sh e ass e b m arr a e n to , y , if, wh p d , y i g , i th e m atr n s ta e But th e am s e w as s o unfor tun ate o t . if d l a s t o os e r eten s on s to th e n am e of m a den t out l p i i , wi h n n f m atron Sh e w as n e t r r a a. r t to t at o e e g i i g igh h , i h p m itted to u s e th e s n oo n or ad an ce to th e ra er d, v d g v d n t of th e ur c I n old Scott s s on s t er e o ccur ig i y c h . i h g h m an Sl a us ons to s uc m s or tun e as i n th e old or ds y y ll i h i f , w “ ’ to th e p opular tun e of O er th e Muir am an g th e — eat er . Scott h h . S SH G COTTI SON . 229

’ ’ ’ I ve e th e gi en my h art to lad I lo ed , H e a was a gall nt fellow.

An d e e twin it we l, my bonnie dow, An d twine it we el the plaiden Th e h er lassie lost silken snood , ’ ’ In pu ing o the breckan .

H e ra e n s a e p ised my e e bonnie blu , - O Sae lily white my skin , , ’ ’ An d r syne he p ie d my bonnie mou , An d said it was nae sin , O .

’ e e But he has l ft the lass he lo d , H is own tru e love for saken r Which ga s me sair to greet the snood, n I lost amang the brecka .

’ This s on g can be traced n o far ther back than 7 obnson s Mu si ca l M u seu m a t ou i t i s un erstoo to be m uc , l h gh d d h o der l .

I CLXXV . ME B D SO O Y.

R. B u r n s .

My heart is sair— I daurna t ell My heart is sair for somebody r I could wake a winte night,

For th e sake of somebody.

O for chon, somebody ch for ! O hey, somebody 230 SCO TTI SH SON G.

ra e th e w arld r I could ng ound,

For th e sake of somebody.

Ye r e r e powe s that smil on vi tuous lov , 0 et e e ! , swe ly smil on som body rae a a r ee r ee F ilk d nge k p him f ,

An d send me safe m y somebody .

O for e ! chon, som body ch for e O hey, som body I w ad do — what wad I not P r Fo th e sake of somebody.

Burn s h as b orr owed s om e of th e lin es of this s ong on e b Ram a y s y.

I I CLXXV .

TI B B I E F O WLE R .

’ T e 0 th e G ibbie Fowl r len , ’ ’ Th er e s ower mony w ooin at h er ; ’ T e er 0 th e G ibbi Fowl len , ’ ’ Th er e s ower mony w ooin at h er .

’ ’ ’ Wo oin h er h er at , pu in at , ’

C r h er an d a n a h er . ou tin , c n get ’ ’ for h er el Filthy elf, it s p f, ’ ’ h r That a the lads ar e w o oin at e .

’ ’ Ten ea an d t en e cam st, cam w st ; ’ ’ Ten cam r owin ower th e water ; ’ Twa cam down th e lang dyke—side ’ ’ - - r Th er e s twa and thirty w ooin at h e .

I H S N G. 23 2 SCO TT S O

’ ’ Th er e s no a h eart in a the gl en r a That disna d ead the d y. ’ O th e a do , what will a l ds When Maggy gangs away ?

’ ’ Young Jock has ta en the hill for t A waefu’ wight is he ’ ’ ’ r H arr ta th e b ed r Poo y s en fo t, ’ An laid him doun to dee ’ ’ An a e th e r S ndy s gan unto ki k, ’ a An s learning fast to pr y. An d th e a , O, what will l ds do Wh en Maggy gangs away ?

’ Th e young laird o the Lang Shaw H as drunk h er health in wine Th e priest h as s aid— i n conﬁd ence Th e lassie w as divin e ’ An d that is mair in maid en s praise Than ony prie st should say But a , O, wh t will the lads do When Maggy gangs away ?

Th e wailing in our green gl en That day will quaver high ’ Twill draw th e r ed-br east frae the Th e laver ock fra e th e sky ; ’ Th e fairies frae their beds 0 dew Will ris e an d join th e lay : ’ ’ An h ey what a day twill be When Maggy gangs away S TTI SH S G CO ON . 233

CLXXI X.

’ ’ COMI N TH R O TH E R YE .

C r th e r e oming th ough y , poor body, C n r th e r e omi g th ough y , ’ Sh e drai let h er etticoatie g a p , r Coming th ough the rye .

h ’ ’ O Jenny s a wat poor body, ’ Jenny s seldom dry ; ’ Sh e drai let a h er etticoatie g p , r Coming through the ye .

Gin a body meet a body C t r th e r e oming h ough y , Gin a body kiss a body Need a body cry ?

Gin a body me et a body C n r th e e omi g th ough gl n , Gin a body kiss a body Need the w arld ken ?

n We e th e Ther e ar e m an y vers ion s of this s o g. giv ’ Mus i cal III useum . one which Burns chose for 7 obnson s

CLXXX.

TH E WA Y WARD WI FE .

— B or n 1 2 D ied 1 80 . 7 a n et Gr a II a m . 7 4 5 A las my son , you little know r e The sorr ows that f om w dlock ﬂow, r Farewell to eve y day of ease,

When you hav e got a wife to please. S TTI SH S N G. 234 CO O

et an d hide et Sae bide you y , you y ’ k n a to e ou Ye littl e e wh t s b etid y yet, t at a e et Th e half of h will g n you y ,

If a waywar d wife ob tain you yet.

m e e r e e th e r So tim s the ock , som tim s eel, Or some pi ece of th e spinning-wh eel ’ e r e e e Sh ll d iv at you, my bonni chi l ’ An d th en Sh e ll send you to th e d eil .

e an d r e Wh n I lik e you was young f e , I valu ed not th e pr oudest she L e ou a e ik y I v inly boast d then ,

That m en alone wer e born to r eign .

G re H er e an d a at cul s S mson too, er e r r m n a or W st onge e th n I you, Yet e r a e e r ear th y we e b fﬂ d by th i d s ,

An d felt the distaff an d th e sh ears .

a e r an d e - Stout g t s of b ass w ll built walls , ’ Ar e proof gainst swor ds an d caIm on balls But s ea or a nought is found by l nd, T hat can a wayward wife Withstand .

CLx x x 1.

TH E A ULD G O OD MAN "

La e an e e r e t in v ning fo th I w nt, A littl e b efore th e sun gaed down ; An d t e a e a e h n I ch nc d by ccid nt, To light on a battle n ew b egun .

A a ld Goodm a n m ean s er e la te H usba nd. h ,

S TTI SH S N G 236 CO O .

CLXXXI I .

0 UR G UD E MAN CAM ’ H AME A TE ’E N

’ ’ Our a cam e at gudem n ham e en, ’ An d ham e cam h e ; An d er e s aw a - r th he a s ddle ho se, r n a r b Whe e e ho se should e.

’ Oh how cam this hors e her e ? H ow can this be ? ’ H ow r er e cam this ho se h , ’ Without the leave 0 m e ?

’ A horse ! quo she ’ A a r u e o . y , ho s , q he Ye ar car] auld dot d , An d er m at b e blind ye , ’ It s but a bonnie milk-cow

My minnie sent to m e .

A - ’ milk cow, quo he A - ’ h s e. y, a milk cow, quo Far h ae r e I idd n, An d hae e muckle I se n , ’ But a saddl e on a cow s back r Saw I n eve nan e .

’ ’ Our u e e at g d man cam ham e en, ’ An d hame cam he H e spi ed a pair of j ackbo o ts er n a Wh e e boots should b e. T SH S N SCO TI O G. 23 7

’ e ? What s this now, gud wife ’ What s this I s ee ? ’ H ow cam thes e boots h er e ’ Without the leave 0 me ?

’ Boots quo Sh e ’

A . y, boots , quo he Ye a uld dotard carl, I l e s ee l mat y , ’ It s but a pair of wat er-stoups

Th e coop er s ent to m e .

’ Wat er-stoups quo he - ’ A e . y, wat r stoups, quo she Far h ae r I idden , An d h a far e I gane, But siller spur s 0 11 water-stoups Saw e n I n ver ane ,

’ ’ ur cam a O gudeman h me at e en, ’ An d ham e cam h e And r s aw r the e he a siller swo d, n a r Where e swo d should be .

’ a ? Wh t s this now, gudewife What’ s this I see ? ’ cam r er e O how this swo d h , ’ Without the leave 0 me ?

’ A sword quo she ’

A r . y, a swo d, quo he Y u r ar e a ld dota d c l, I ll mat ye see, S TTI SH S N G. 238 CO O

’ It s but a parridge spurtle m My minni e sent to e.

’ A parr idge spurtle quo he ’

A a arr r e . y, p idge spu tl , quo she far ha e r e Weel, I idd n, An d e ha e e muckl I s en , But sill er -hand ed parr idge spurtles

Saw I never nan e.

’ ’ ur cam a e en O gudeman h me at , ’ An d hame cam h e ’ T er e a owder d h he spied p wig, r Wh e e nae wig should be.

’ ? What s this now, gudewife ’ What s this I s ee ? ’ H ow cam er this wig h e, ’ Without the l eave 0 me ?

A wig quo ’ she ’ A a y, wig, quo he . Ye a ar carI uld dot d , m at s ee Ill ye , ’ It s na ething but a clockin -hen m My minni e s ent . to e.

’ A clocki n—h en quo he ’ A a clockin— y, hen, quo she . Far h a e r I idden, An d e hae muckl I seen , But powd er on a clockin -h cn aw r a S I neve n n e .

S TTI SH S N G 24 0 CO O .

’ A m an quo she ’

A m an . y, a , quo he r Poo blind body, An d er blind mat ye be, ’ It s a n ew milking maid

My mith er s ent to me .

’ A maid ! quo h e ’ A a a y, m id , quo she, Far h ae r e I idd n, An d e h ae e muckl I se n, But lang-b ear d ed maid ens a Saw I never n n e .

ca ta old s on w as r st r nte b H er pi l g ﬁ p i d y d,

CLXXXI I I . GE T UP AN D B AR TH E D R OO .

e th e a It f ll about M rtinmas time, An d a a e w as a g y tim it th n, ’ When our gudewife got puddings to m ak An h d she boiled th em in t e pan .

Th e n s ae e r wi d cauld bl w south f ae north, An d bl ew into the ﬂoor : our e our e e Quoth gud man to gud wif , a a G e out n d bar the door .

’ hus s fska My hand is in my y p, G e as m a s ee ud man , ye y ’ ’ ’ An u a b e arr er ear it sho ldn b d this hund y , ’ ’ arr f r m It s no be b d o e . S T H S N CO TI S O G. 24 1

’ T e a e twa h y made paction tween th m , T e a e ﬁ rm an d r h y m d it su e, ’ T wh a r r hat e er should sp eak the fo emost wo d , r an Should ise d bar th e door.

’ T r e e e hen by the cam twa g ntl men , ’ At e tw lve o clock at night, ’ An d e r s th y could n eith e ee house nor ha , N r n o coal or candle light .

’ N r r ? ow, whethe is this a ich man s house Or whether is it a poor ? ’ er r w ad an e a But nev a wo d o them spe k, ’ r arr h r Fo the b in of t e doo .

An d r ﬁ st they ate the white puddings , An d th en they ate the black ’ ’ Th o r muckle thought our gudewife to he sel , ’ ’ r r a Yet ne e a wo d she Sp k .

T a th e th e er hen s id ane unto ith , “ ’ H r e e e , man , tak y my knife ’ ’ Do tak aff th e a ar ye auld m n s be d, ’ h ” An d I ll kiss t e gud ewife .

’ r e er But the s nae wat in the house, An d what shall we do than ? e th e - r What ails y at pudding b ee, That boils into the pan ? ”

U a a p then st rted our gudem n, An angry m an was he ’ e e e Will y kiss my wif b fore my e en , ’ An d scad me wi th e pudding b r e e ? ! SH S N . 24 2 SCO TTI O G

T ar ew e h en up and st ted our gud if , Gied thr ee skips on th e ﬂoor ; ’ G a e e a th e r r oodm n, y v sp k fo emost wo d , h ” G et up and bar t e door .

T ere i s a tr an s a t on of t s s on b G oet e in c h l i hi g y h , whi h, o e er th e ca tas tr o /ze i s s om e at d er en t w e a e h w v , p wh iff ; h v been told that th e ver s ion fr om which h e tr an slated h ad been a tere un n o n to h im b s om e oo s En s l d, k w , y f li h gli h a l dy.

CLXXXI V. H AP AN D R O W

ll a r eec — r 1 D ied 1 1 B o n 8 . Wi i m C b . 745 5

’ ’ e h a r ow e h a r ow W ll p and , w ll p and , ’ ’ We ll h ap an d r ow th e feeti e ‘ o t a it ar It is w ee b we y thing. ’ a h i I down bide t e gr eet e o t.

An d w e at w ee p on the bit pan , ’ ’ To boil th e lick o m eati e o t ’ A er e an d s oil d th e a cind f ll p pl n, ’ ’ An f i d burnt a the eet e o t.

’ r r r w ee r Fu sai it g at , the pui b at, ’ ’ An d a e kick d th e feeti e o t y it , T u r w ee elf r e e ill, p i , it ti d its lf ; ’ And a h l i then b eg n t e s eep e o t .

Th e r ra n ae rr ski ling b t pa itch gat, ’ Wh en it ga ed to th e sl eepi e o t ’ ’ ’ ’ a e e r ea 0 ts It s w som t ue, inst d mou , ’ ’ T e r r a h h y e ound bout t e feeti e o t .

TI SH N G 24 4 SCO T SO .

’ ’ ar ea r G tak they bonnie f the s o mine, ’ Th e feath ers 0 my tail ’ ’ An d gi e to th e lads 0 Hamilton

To b e a barn ﬂail .

’ ’ An d tak a e ea er th bonnie f th s o mine, ’ Th e feather s 0 my br east ’ An d i e e g th m to the bonnie lad, a r Will bring to me p iest.

’ N er cam La r ow in th e my dy W en, ’ Wi r a mony a sigh and g o n, ’ r e th e a O what ca I for a l ds, If my wee lad be gon e

’ T e R tum h n obin d him round about, ’ E en like a little king ae a e at - r G p ck y out my chamber doo , - n Ye little cutty qn ea .

’ H r s co ect on 1 From e 6. d ll i , 7 7

I CLXXXV . WI LLI E WASTLE

R B u r ns . .

Wastle T ee Willie dwelt on w d, ’ Th e spot th ey ca d it Linkum doddie ; was a er Willie a w bst gude, ’ ’ Cou d stown a clu e w i ony bodie H e w as had a wife dour and din , O Tinkler Madgie w as h er mither e as h ad Sic a wif Willie , n i r h I wad ae g e a button fo er. S TTI SH CO SON G. 24 5

Sh e ee has an , she has but ane, Th e cat has twa the very colour r Five rusty teeth , fo bye a stump , A clapper tongue wad d eave a miller ; ’ ’ A e r a h er whiskin b a d bout mou , H er nose an d chin they thr eaten ither a e h ad Sic wife as Willi ,

I wad na g i e a button for h er .

’ ’ ’ ’ -h ou h d S -shinn d She s bow g , he s hein , ’ Ae limpin l eg a hand-br eed shorter ; ’ ’ S e She s twisted right, h s twisted left, To balance fair on ilka quarter Sh e h er r a has a hump upon b e st, ’ Th e twin 0 that upon h er shouther e as Sic a wif Willie had, r I wad n a gie a button for h e .

A baudrans uld by the ingle sits , ’ ’ ’ An wi h er loof h er face a washin ’ e n a e sae But Willie s wif is trig, ’ She dights h er grunzi e wi a hushion H er w alie e - r niev s like midden c eels, H er face wad fyle th e Logan-water

Sic a wife as Willie h ad.

I wad n a gie a button for her .

I n Whitl ock e ther e is th e following cur ious n otice of “ ” a am of the Wa s tle c te b Car e c Willi , i d y lyl ,! whi h m a er a s a e s u es te th e n am e i n t s son . y , p h p , h v gg d hi g ’ I n F eb . 1 6 0 on F enw i ck s em an n th e surren er of , 5 , d di g d

Mem 6 . or ials o E n lis b A a ir s Lon on . f g ﬁ ( d , p 4 4 ’ ‘ ‘ r om w ell s Letter s a n d S eecbes L brar E t on l C p ( i y di i ) , Vol I I I . . 1 1 0 , p. . T 24 6 SCOT I SH SON G.

‘ H um e as t e i ts o ner ans er e T at h e ne n ot C l , w w d, h k w ’ r nd’ for hi cas t e i w as bu t u r o om e a s t on a c . C w ll, l , il p k Four da s a ter ards en th e rea t u n s er e o en ed . y f w , wh g g w p u on him h e s en t an ot er etter a s o lo s p , h l , f l w

I W a of th e Wa s tle , illi m , Am n ow i n m y ca s tle An d aw th e d ogs in th e tow n ’ an n a a r m e an ow n Sh g g g d . ‘ Th e m or tars o e er er e O en e u on him c , h w v , w p d p , whi h ’ ‘ did ar him an do n ar e s a s m or e oo t an g g g w , C lyl y , f l h ’ he en t u w p.

X I I CLX XV .

B j ANE T MA C E AN .

ll — d 1 8 be co B or n 1 81 D ie . Ro r t N i . 4 3 7

e a ea e Jan t M cb n a public k eps , ’ An a m erry auld wife is she ’ ’ An she sells h er yill wi a jaunty air

That w ad pl eas e your h eart to s ee . ’ ’ ’ H er r th e e — e eart d ink s o b st sh s h y aye, ’ ’ An h er hous e is n eat an clean ’ Ther e s no an auld wife in the public line ’ Can m atch wi Jan et Macbean .

She has aye a curts ey for th e lair d h e r can Wh en e com s to d ink his , ’ ’ An lau h for th e ar an e a g f mer his wif , ’ ’ An a j oke for the farm er s m an . ’ Sh e e sh e t e b en toddl s but an oddl s , Like oni e w ee bit qu een ’ Th er e s no an auld wife in th e public lin e ’ Can match wi J an et M acb ean .

TI SH S N G. 24 g SCOT O

r But wa ily tent, when you come to court me An d com e n a unl ess the back-yett b e a-jee th e a - e let s ee Syne up b ck stil , and nae body , ’ An d e as e er e na m com y w co in to me, ’ r An d come as ye we e na comin to me .

’ At r or at e e er e m e ki k market, wh n ye me t , G ang by m e as though ye car ed na a ﬂie ; ’ ’ e m e 0 r e a e e But st al a blink you bonni bl ck , ’ Yet er e m e look as ye w na lookin at , ’ r n a m Yet look as ye we e lookin at e.

A e r e a e ar e for y vow and p ot st th t y c na me, An d whyl es y e m ay lichtly my beauty a wee ; ’ r r t But cou t na anithe , hough j okin ye be, For ear a sh e e r r m e f th t wyl you fancy f ae , For e r e r f a that she wyl your fancy f ae me .

TTI SH S 252 SCO ON G.

’ By oppression s woes and pains, r n er e By you so s in s vil chains, We r our ear e will d ain d st veins , r But they shall b e f ee . Lay the pr oud usurper s low Tyrants fall in every foe ! ’ Liberty s in every blow ! Let us do or die

So lon g as ther e i s warm blood in th e hear t of Scotch m an or m an i t m o e in er ce t r s under t s w ar , will v ﬁ h ill hi ode th e bes t w e be e e t at e er w as r tten b an ; , li v , h v w i y y

CXC.

H C ARLI E I S M Y D ARLI N G .

L a d N a r n y i e.

’ T a was on Monday morning, R ar th e r icht e ly in yea , ’ T C ar e cam our hat h li to toun, Th e a r young Ch ev lie .

Oh C ar e r , h li is my da ling, ar My d ling, my darling ; C r r ha lie is my da ling, Th e a young Ch ev lier.

As ar r he came m ching up the st eet, Th e pip es played loud an d clear ; ’ ’ And a the folk cam running out To e a r me t the Chev lie . S TTI SH S N G CO O . 253

’ Wi H e e i land bonn ts on their heads, And r e r an d e r claymo s b ight cl a , ’ ’ T e for t a r h y ve come to ﬁght Sco l nd s ight, An r d the young Chevalie .

’ T e r e H e hey ve left th i bonni i land hills, Their wives and bairni es d ear ; ’ ’ T e r w r for h y ve d a n the swo d Scotland s lord , An d the young Chevalier.

I CXC .

K M E ’ N AN ’ E N UR S O D A WA .

’ ’ K enm ur e s 0 , on and awa , Willie, ’ ’ K en m ur e s an d O, on awa ’ ’ An d Kenm ur e s lord s th e bravest lor d

That ever G alloway saw.

’ e K enm ur e s Succ ss to band, Willie, ’ Success to K enm ur e s band ’ T r r ear he e s no a hea t that f s a Whig, ’ r nm ur That ides by K e e s hand .

’ ’ H r K enm ure s e e e e s h alth in win , Willie, ’ ’ H ere s K enm ur e s health in wine ’ ’ ’ T er r was a ar 0 Kenm ure s h e ne e cow d blude, ’ ’ r Nor yet 0 Go don s line .

’ K en m ure s a ar e 0 , l ds men, Willie, ’ K enm ur e s a ar e m en O, l ds Their hearts an d swords ar e metal true ; n A d that th eir faes shall ken . H 254 S COTTI S SON G.

’ ’ T e or die wi a h y ll live f me, Willie, ’ ’ They ll live or di e wi fame ; ’ But sune wi sound and victorie ’ May K enm ur e s lor d come hame .

’ ’ ’ H er e H im a far aw a l s th t s , Wi lie, ’ ’ ’ H er e s H im that s far awa ’ ’ An d r th e e t a e he e s ﬂow r h t I lo e b st, ’ Th r h a e ose that s like t e sn w .

I n 1 1 am G or on s count Kenm ur e e t 7 5, Willi d , Vi , l f Ga o a t about 200 ors em en an d o n e th e P r e ll w y wi h h , j i d ten er at P r es on in Lan cas r e T er e h e w as m ade d t hi . h r s on er H e and m an of h is m en er e ta en to i . y w k n don er e t th eir arrn s n on e t e er e led , wh , wi h . pi i d, h y w on or s eb ac t r ou th e c e s tr eets to t e r r es ect e h k h gh hi f , h i p iv r s on s am st th e din of ctor ous m u s c an d th e e n p i , id vi i i , y lli g and oot n of th e m b Kenm ur e w as be eade on h i g o . h d To er H in 1 16 w ill 7 .

I CXCI . H N N I E C P E j O O .

— D ied 1 80 A a r n B or n 1 1 . d m SRi vi g . 7 9 3

Cope s ent a challenge fra e Dunbar r e m e an e a r Cha li , meet y d u , ’ ’ An d ea th e ar t 0 war I ll l rn you , ’ ’ ’ h m If you ll meet wi me i t e ornin .

H e e C e ar e wanki n ? y, Johnni op , ye g yet Or ar e your drums a—b eating yet ? I f er e w ankin ye w g , I wad wait ’ c To gang to the oals i the morn ing .

S TTI SH S N G. 256 CO O

t a a e If I face hem g in , d il break my legs ’ So I wi sh you a gude morning .

Sir J ohn Cope w as tr ied by cour t-m ar tial for his foul ﬂight (as Colon el G ar din er called it) from the ﬁeld at

r es ton an s 1 1 but w as ac u tte . P p , 7 5 q i d

I CXC I I .

’ H E S O WRE TH E H I LLS.

r L a dy N a i ne.

’ ’ H e s owre the hills that I lo e we el ’ H e s w r th e w e ar e a o e hills d na n me, ’ H s r e th e D e ow hills ayont umblane, a Wha soon will get his welcome h me.

’ a e for My father s g n to ﬁght him, brith ers e a My winna bid at h me, r ree an d ra for My mithe g ts p ys them, ’ But deed she thinks th ey re no to blame .

Th e m a th e Whigs y scoff, Whigs may j eer, t b e r But ah hat love maun since e, ’ e a e er d Which still ke ps true wh t beti e, ’ An d for his sak e l eaves a beside .

H is r ight th es e hills his right th es e plains ’ O er H i eland h earts secur e h e r eigns ’ What lads e er did our lads will do ’

er e a e . W I laddi , I d follow him too SCOTTI SH SON G. 257

r e air Sae noble a look, sae p inc ly an , a s ae a Sae g llant and bold , young and sae f ir ; ’ ’ Oh im e did ye but see h , ye d do as we v done ; H ’ ear him but ance, to his standard you ll run .

CXCI V. R 0 WH E RE TE LL ME WH E . , E

A a c a r ds M r s r a nt n ne M iva r er w a G . , ﬂ .

r D ed 1 8 B o n 1 755 i 3 8 .

O H where, tell me where, is your ighland laddie gone ? r r H 0 whe e, tell me whe e, is your ighland laddie gone ? ’ H e s e gon with streaming banners , where noble e ar e de ds done, And my sad heart will tremble till he come safely

home .

O r e H whe , tell me where, did your ighland laddie stay 0 m e H where, tell where, did your ighland laddie stay ? H e dwelt beneath the holly trees, beside th e

rapid Spey, ’ An d a follow d h e m ny a blessing him, the day

went away.

0 W what, tell me hat, does your Highland laddie wear ? O H what, tell me what, does your ighland laddie wear S TTI SH S N G 258 CO O .

A t bonnet with a lof y plume, the gallant badge

of war, And a plaid across the manly breast that yet

shall wear a star.

e e Suppose, ah suppose, that som cru l, cruel wound r r H all Should pie ce you ighland laddie, and your hopes confound Th e r th e pipe would play a cheering ma ch, r r banne s ound him ﬂy, Th e spirit of a H ighland chief would lighten in

his eye .

’ But I will hop e to see him yet in Scotland s

bonnie bounds , ’ But I will hope to see him yet in Scotland s e bonni bounds, His native land of liberty shall nurse his glorious

wounds , While wide through all our H ighland hills his r a wa like n me resounds .

’ This song w as written on the Mar quis of H untley s de ar tur e for H o an d t th e Br t s or ces un er the p ll , wi h i i h f , d com m an of Sir Ra Aber crom b in 1 . d lph y, 799

CXCV. L E WI S G ORD ON

Al xa n — 1 D ed der edd s D D . B or n i e G e , . 73 7

Oh send my Lewis Gordon ham e ’ An d the lad I daurna name ’ A a h e th e wa lthough his b ck at , ’ ’ H er e s to him that s far awa .

S TTI SH S N G 260 CO O .

A11 r a somebody we e come ag in, Then somebody mann cr oss the main ’ An d e er m an v y shall ha e his ain, r Ca le, an the king come.

I trow w e swappit for the wor se ’ We ga e th e boot an d better horse ’ n d e A that we ll t ll them at the cross,

C . arle, an the king come

o I e C g , an the king come C ogie, an the king come ’ ’ ’ 1 be se fou and thou se be toom,

C . ogie, an the king come

I I CXCV .

P Y N O W TH E KI N ’ EG G , G S

Alla n Ra m sa y .

’ n ow Peggy, the king s come, ’ e e P ggy, now the king s com , T a an d hou may d nce I shall sing, ’ Peggy, since the king s come.

Nae a m ir the hawkies shalt thou milk, a e — for But ch ng thy plaiding coat silk, An d b e a a a l dy of th t ilk, ’ N ow , Peggy, since the king s come . S TTI S S N G CO H O . 26 1

111 cx cv . TH E I WH TE COCKAD E.

A r My love was born in be deen, ’ Th e bonniest lad that e er was seen ; ’ But now he makes our hearts fu sad ’ ’ ’ H e s h ta en t e ﬁeld wi his white cockade.

O ’ , he s a ranting, roving blade ’ r e O, he s a b isk and a bonni lad e e e r a B tid what may, my h a t is gl d T ’ o see my lad wi his white cockade.

O , lecze me on the philabeg, ’ Th e art er d hairy hough, and g leg ; ’ a e a e e But y the thing th t glads my ,

Is the white cockade aboon the bree .

’ ’ e r e r I ll s ll my ock, I ll s ll my eel, r My ippling kame, and spinning wheel, To lad a r a buy my ta t n plaid, A brai s rd d wo and a white cockade .

’ e rok el I ll s ll my y and my tow, r r an d h awk et My gude g ay ma e cow, ’ That ev ry loyal Buchan lad ’ ’ May tak the ﬁeld wi his white cockade .

I CXC X. ’ I O E R TH E WA TE R TO CH ARL E.

a e o Come, bo t me ow r, come, row me wer, r Charh e Come, boat me owe to 26 2 S COTTI SH SON G.

’ ’ r - I ll gi e John Brown anothe half crown, r To boat me ower to Cha lie .

’ ’ ’ We ll o er the water, and o er the sea, We’ ll o ’ er the water to Charlie ’ e an Come w el, come woe, we ll gather d ’ n A d live or die wi Charlie .

’ ’ ’ It s I lo e weel my Charlie s name, Though some ther e be that abhor him ; O A N But , to see uld ick gaun hame, ’ And Charlie s faes befor e him

and I swear by moon stars sae bricht, And th e sun that glances early,

If I had twenty thousand lives, ’ r I d die as aft for Cha lie.

cc.

TH E CAMP B ELLS ARE C OMI N G .

Th e C e -ho -h o ampb lls are coming,O , O Th e C O-h o ampbells are coming, Th e Campbells are coming to bonnie Lochleven Th e C -h o O-h o ampbells are coming, O ,

U L om on ds pon the I lay, I lay ; Upon the Lom on ds I lay ; lookit L hl I doun to bonnie oc even, An d saw three perches play.

G r eat Argyle he goes before H e makes the cannons and guns to roar

S TTI S S N G 264 CO H O .

’ r u But if a stock ye da e to p , ’ r hand O the yoking o a plough, ’ ’ ’ e m on W ll break your sceptre o er your , T hou wee bit German lairdie.

ur O hills are steep, our glens are deep, N0 for air die ﬁtting a y , ’ And N r u our o land thistles winna p , Thou wee bit German lairdie ’ ’ An d r we ve the t enching blades o weir, ’ Wad lib ye 0 your German gear ’ ’ ’ s ea a e We ll pa s ye n th the cl ymor s shear, Thou feckless German lairdie

’ A o th ou rt uld Sc tland, ower cauld a hole ’ For nursin siccan vermin ’ ’ But the very dougs o England s court Th ey bark an d howl in German T e e e a h n ke p thy dibbl in thy ain h nd, Th a an d airdi e y sp de but thy y , ’ th e h a w e For wha deil e gotten for a king, G r r ? But a wee, wee e man lai die

cc11.

’ WH A LL B E KI N G B UT CHARLI E .

d I Va i r n e L a y .

’ fr Moidart t Th e news ae cam yes reen, e Will soon gar mony f rlie, ’ 0 w ar a e For ships h v just come in, ’ An landed Royal Charlie . I H S N G SCO TT S O . 265

’ r r r Come th o the heathe , a ound him gather, ’ ’ Ye r e a th e welcomer early ’ ’ Ar ound him cling w i a your kin ’ For wha ll be king but Charlie ?

r th e a r ar a e C ome th ough he the , ound him g th r, ’ R a e D Come on ld, com onald, come a thegither, ’ An d ri htfu crown him g , lawful king ; ’ For wha ll be king but Charlie ?

’ a i Th e Highland cl ns w sword in hand, ’ r 0 r a A r F ae John G o ts to i lie, ’ H a e to a man declar ed to stand ’ ’ r Or fa wi royal Cha lie .

’ ’ ’ Th e L r owlands a , baith g eat an sma , ’ ’ ’ Wi a r an a r ha e mony lo d l i d, ’ ’ r a law Decla ed for Scoti s king an , ’ An spi er ye wha but Charli e ?

’ ’ ’ T er e a h e s n er a lass in a the l nd, ’ e ear But vows baith lat an ly, ’ ’ ’ To m an e e i e e r or a sh ll n er g h a t h nd, a r Wha w dna fecht for Cha lie.

’ ’ T e C ar hen here s a h alth to h lie s cause, ’ ’ An an d e r be t complete a ly, ’ His er a e ear v y n m my h t s blood warms, To arms for royal Charlie 266 SCO TTI SH SON G.

I I I CC .

YE j A COB I TE S B Y NAME .

R. B u r n s .

Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear ; e Y Jacobites by name, give an ear ; Ye Jacobites by name, Y r r ou fautes I will p oclaim, Your doctrines I mann blame

You shall hear.

r What is ight, and what is wrang, by the law, by the law ? W ? hat is right, and what is wrang, by the law n ? What is right, and what is wra g A S r hort swo d, and a lang, A an d weak arm, a strang r For to d aw.

’ ’ W at fam d fam d ? h makes heroic strife, afar, afar ’ W er fam d ? hat makes h oic strife, afar What makes heroic strife ? ’ ’ To th i whet assassin s kn fe , ’ Or hunt a par ent s life ’ ’ Wi lui i b d e war.

T th hen let your schemes alone, in the state, in e stat e Then let your schemes alone in the stat e T e r e h n let you schemes alon , A r e th e r do ising sun, An d leave a man undone To a his f te .

TT SH S N 263 SCO I O G.

’ ’ ri ch tfn It was a for our king, ’ We e er r c r saw I ish land, my lea , ’ We r e er saw I ish land .

’ N a e a can ow is don th t men do, ’ An d a is don e in vain e a e a farew eel My lov , my n tiv l nd, , For an r o th e a a I m n c ss m in, my de r, F r a r h a o I m nn c oss t e m in .

’ H e turn d him r ight and r ound about U th e t r e pon Scot ish sho , H e a r e-r e a e g ve his b idl ins shak , A e for e er r e ea With, di u v mo , my d r, A f r m o e r r e . With, dieu ve o

Th e r e war r r sodger f a the etu ns, Th e sailor frae the main ' ’ But I h a e ar rae p ted f my love, N er e ev to me t again, my dear, r N eve to meet again .

da e an d When y is gan , nicht is come , ’ An d a ee folk bound to sl p , ’ ’ a far awa I think on him th t s , Th e le e- a an d e e r l ng night, we p, my d a , Th l - a an e e e d e . l ng night, w ep

T s s on r e er s to th e n surr ect on i n I r e an un er hi g f i i l d , d I I c en d d i n h m es . e t e Batt e of th e B o n e. , whi h l y S TTI S S N G CO H O . 269

I CCV .

WAE ’ ME S F OR P RI N CE CH ARLI E .

’ ’ A our wee bird cam to ha door, H e r e r wa bled sw et and clea ly, ’ ’ ’ An aye th e o ercom e 0 his s ang ’ Was Wae s m e for Pr ince Charlie Oh e ear th e e r wh n I h d bonni bi d, ’ ’ Th e cam h a in rar e tears pp ly, a e aff ea I took my b nn t my h d, ’ e For we l I lo ed Prince Charlie .

‘ r Quoth I , My bi d, my bonnie bonnie bird, a rr w Is that sang ye bo o , ’ Ar r a e these some wo ds ye ve le rnt by heart, ’ ’ ’ Or a lilt o dool an sorr ow ? ’ Oh w ee r no , no , no , the bi d sang, ’ ’ ’ Sin m ornin r I ve ﬂown ea ly, ’ IIu t sic a day 0 wind and r ain ’ Oh wae s me for Prince Charlie l

n r O hills that are, by ight, his ain H e ra er roves a lanely st ng , ’ ’ r s s d On every side h e s p e by want, On every side is danger ; Ye r e e st e n I met him in a gl n, r e a r My hea t maist burst d f i ly, ’ For sadly chang d indeed w as h e Oh wae’ s me for Prince Charlie I H S N G 27 9 SCO I T S O .

’ ’ D r e roar d a k night cam on, the temp st ’ ’ Loud o er th e hills an valleys ’ ’ Ari whar e was t that your P rin ce ' lay down Whase ham e should be a palace ’ H r a H a e ow d him in ighland pl id, ’ ar e Which cover d him but sp ly, ’ ’ An Slept b en eath a bush o br oom ’ Oh wa e s m e for Prince Charlie

h r r d But now t e bi d saw som e e coats, ’ ’ An i a he shook his wings w nger, Oh for this is no a land me, ’ ’ arr r r I ll t y he e nae lange . ’ H e h over d on the Er e h e depart ed But weel I mind th e farew eel strain ’ ’ for r r ! Was, Wae s me P ince Cha lie

I I CCV .

E AR I COL ON L G D NE R .

’T was at the hour of dark midnight, ’ e r r B fo e the ﬁrst cock s c owing, ’ When westland winds shook Stirling s towers With hollow murmurs blowing e a r Wh n F nny fai , all woe begone, Sad h er b ed w as on lying, ’ An d from th e ruin d tower s sh e hear d Th e re - r boding sc ech owl c ying.

S TTI SH S N 27 2 CO O G.

L was th e r ost lust e of her eyes, r An d all h e beauty faded .

Sad was s ad the sight, and the news, An d s ad w as our complaining ; for e e But oh th e, my nativ land, What wo es ar e still r emaining ’ But why complain the h er o s soul Is high in h eaven Shining : May Pr ovidence defend our Isle Fr om all our foes designing

o on e Gar n er th e er o of t s s on e at P r eston C l l di , h hi g, f ll I t i s d st n u s ed b be n on e h p an s i n 1 74 5. i i g i h y i g of t e

r f c ar e extan t n ot on th e Stuar t s e . ve y ew whi h , id

I I I CCV .

MA CP H E RSON ’ S RAN T

’ e t r I ve sp nt my ime in ioting, ’ Debau ch d my health and str ength ; ’ ’ lun der d r I ve pillaged, p , mu dered, a But now, al s , at length, ’ I m br ought to punishment dir ect ; Pale d eath draws near to me T e e r his end I n v r did p oj ect,

To hang upon a tree .

To r a r e hang upon a t ee, t e ’ That curs d unhappy death ! L a rr e ike to wolf to wo i d be, And ch oak ed in the breath . TTI S N G. S CO H SO 273

My very heart wad surely break W hen this I think upon , Did not my courage singular

Bid pensive thoughts begone .

N0 man on earth that draweth br eath Mor e courage h ad than I e e I dared my fo s unto th ir face, An d would not from th em ﬂy . T r his grandeu stout I did keep out, L k H r m an fulli e i e ecto , Then wond er one like me so stout

Should hang upon a tree.

Th e E gyptian band I did command, ra e With cou ge mor by far, Than ever did a general i H s soldi ers in the war. ’ B fear d eing by all, both great and small, I lived most joyfullie h r O , cu se upon this fate of mine, To hang upon a tree

As e r for my lif , I do not ca e, a If justice would take pl ce, And bring my fellow-plunderers a a Unto the s me disgr ce . But r Peter B own , that notour loon , ’ Esca d an d e p , was made fre Oh r , cu se upon this fate of mine, To hang upon a tr ee S H S N 27 4 SCO TTI S O G.

law an d ar e Both justice buried , An d fraud and guile succeed ; Th e a guilty p ss unpunished, m e r If on y int e cede . Th e L r Gra H unt ai d of nt, that ighland sa , H i s t m a es ti e migh y j , H e pleads the caus e of Peter Brown; n A d lets Macpher son die .

’ Th e dest ny of my life contrived d By those whom I oblige , R ar e m e ew d d much ill for good, An d left me no r efuge . ra D r For B co uff, in age enough, H e ﬁr st laid hands on me ; And a a r if th t de th did not p event, A en v ged would I be .

As for my life, it is but short, When I Shall be no more T a o p rt with life I am content,

As any heretofore . T er ef r e h o , good people all , take T r ta e his wa ning k by me, A r cco ding to the lives you lead,

Rewarded you shall be .

ac er s on w as a n ote reebooter executed a t Ban M ph d f , ff “ ” in 1 00 H i a d a e t s r an at th e 7 . e s s i to have pl y d hi t a o s and t en o er e his d e to an ac ers on g ll w , h ff d ﬁd l y M ph w h o would con sent to play i t again over hi s dead body ; n on e cam e or ar s o h e t re i t on the r oun and f w d, h w g d cras e it to ce un r hi h d pie s de s feet.

T I SH N G 27 6 S CO T SO .

CCX.

ARM STR ON G ’ S G OOD -N I GH T!

0 this is my departing time For her e nae lan ger mann I stay ’ There s not a friend or foe of mine a r But wishes th t I we e away.

’ W a h t I have done for lack o wit,

I never, never can recall ’ ’ I h Ope you r e a my friends as yet ’ G - wi ou ood night and joy be y all.

Thes e vers es ar e s aid to have been com posed by on e of th e Arm s tron s executed for th e m ur er of Sir oh n g , d J arm c ae of Edrom ar en of th e e ar c es C i h l , W d Middl M h . et er t es e are th e or na or s w a mi t of Wh h h igi l w d , ill d a

This i s on e of the s ongs which s o touched Goldsm ith in his youth that n othing h e hear d sun g i n after year s had an ” e ua c arm for him . Th e m us c of th e n est S n er q l h i ﬁ i g , “ h e r ote i n the B ee October 1 1 is ss on an ce w , 3, 759, di to what I felt when our old dairy-m aid s un g m e in to tear s ’ t o nn Arm s tr on s Las t Goo -n t or th e cr ue t wi h J h y g d igh , l y ” o f Barbar a Allen ; and in a letter to his I rish fr ien d “ H o son Decem ber 2 1 h e s a s I f I o to th e d , 7 , 757 , y , g o pera wher e Sign ora Colum ba pour s out all th e m az es of ’ m e od I Sit an d s for Li sh o s r es e and o nn l y, ig h y ﬁ id , J h y ’ ” Arm r n s Las oo -n t r om P e o n st o g t G d igh f ggy G lde . GLOSSARY.

‘ ’ A a ﬁ t in a c atter o r at on t on oo . Asteer ast r , , ; , f , i , l , ’ ‘ ’ ’ A a ll t n eoer tbi rm n a n . e e t . , hi g, y g f Ab i e as e . Ath e th er all to et er a to igh, id g , g h , l Ab on A u n b b e a e . t r o o e e . , , v g h ’ A ua nt u n in A n n c Ac t ac ua t e er t . q i , q e , q hi g, v y hi g - ted. At o e b r ose s and oat h l , whi ky A n n m a m x e r e o e o s o e eac e ed to t e . , , ly, l , h, l i g h

At een bet een . w , w A u l d o d. l , Au d n a m A or e b e or e. a ou o et f , f l M h (M h ) n f h D vil A te o ten . t e e . f , A a a t ll A b ns oss b er a s . v a . i li , p i ly, p h p , Aik ak A a a a o . w . , , w y il a m A ee a t e s om e t m e A ent. t . , il w , li l i

Ain n A e r a a s . ow . e e , y , v , lw y Ai r r A n a eon d b A . . n d ea . o t S e o . , ly y ( g ) , y A te rts G . or o n of th e i ( ) , p i ts ’ m a BA b co ss a . p . , ll

A ten o aten . B a e a s trate of a Scotc i , ili , M g i h i tli a B ur A A S. c o t . n n t . s o m ous t i h ( ) , h gh, y y wi h Alder n — i ts o A t ats . m a R n s o . i , B a m b A an e a on e. or n c d. l , l i ( ) , hil n B a b A n a o . t ot a . l g, l g i h , h

Am a t a m os t. Ba oo u s s . i , l l , h h

A am on . B an cur m an s e . g, g , B n A A11 n d a e . b a . S. an b n o e . , , if ( ) ,

An on e. B an b ea r ce c t o e com e . , g, , v A on Bann o n é e . c t c a c e . , k , hi k k

An at b neat . B ar eﬁ t b ar bar e oo e e e e oot t . h , h , f , f d

An t er anoth er . B audran s et n am e for a cat i h , , p ‘ ’ A rm s i n arm s i n r obab der e r om th e , , (p ly iv d f - - otbe/ s a r m s a r m i n a r m . s oun d of r u h e p r r i ng ) . ’ As e bes de . B ank ba h en bau ben id , i , lk k,

A s ent as ant. kl , l Bau bo n As se as es . stro . , h ld, ld, g 2 8 GL R 7 OSSA Y.

B a n t a n hi t m ar B e b a s a e e e e. w i , h vi g w k l z , l z ’ on th br o B n n e b d. w . li , li B d d n e een m m e ate at B A . S. bli n n a n ceas e , i i ly, li ( ) , .

o n ce i n a s or t t m e . B n an ce s ar e , h i li k , gl , p kl , ’ B a b a e e . t n e f f ll wi kl . B e n snu arm an d com B ud B u d b o e o . i , g, w l , l i , l d

fortable . Bl th es om e b t es om e y , li h . B an b n b n e e o e o to . B obb t an ce m o e u l g, l g, l g i , d d, v d p B e d ba d. a nd o n duc ed do n l , l d w , k w , B ellow s b o r d es e s . cu ts e , ll w i . Be n b -i n th n in nn er B o i e dim . of bo . ( y ) ,wi i , , i g , g art of a ous e See But B o e th e am e bide a n d seeb p h . . gl , g . B n n b es n B e s o s oned b o ed. i , l i g . , w B ent h b r t e o en countr B ou r o e . , p y i , w coar ras B i f bow b o s e s . o e d m . o e g wi ( , l ) , B en ab ound n i n b m - a t ent . y, i g . ilk p il B c er a w o oden ess e use Brac en br a ke er n P ter es i k , v l d k ( ) , f ; for r n n al a u ili n a d i ki g e . q . B A bida n a B ra e h s e of a e . S. b e t e id ( ) , id , , id hill . s ta endur e B ra b oast cro o er y, g, , w v . Bi k B lit b a B r a d br oad e ee . e to bas , k ( k ) , k . i ,

B B e d n S er B ra to l aI t . e e t . i ld, i l i g, h l id , p

Bi it bu t. Brai r d ﬁ rst s rout n of s o n gg , il , p i g w B n n n ra n o et e ca or co . . ig , li p if g i

B B e br ot er B ra bro e . illy, illi , h . k, k ’ B n bin corn -b n cor n Bra br a e ands om e al i g, i g , w, v , h , g ant o ten es t w ell dr es s ed l , f . ’

Bin d cur ts e . B ra e B ra b eaut u g , i d wli , wly, if lly, B b n G . a n k benc . e . i k ( ) , h w ll

B r b r c B ra s ner . i k , i h . w , ﬁ y

B r en b rc en B r ec en B r eckan . i k , i h . k ,

B r e s trutt n con ce te Brac en . i ki , i g , i d k

r br o . e o . B ee f ll w , w B r to s n r oun to ex en Br ee s om et n b re e i l , pi d, p d ( hi g w d) ,

i n dr n u ce ess en ce . i k . j i ,

f r Bree s b reec es . B m s sta s o burnt eat e . i , lk h h k , h b r r B tt e A S. bitl b ee t e Br eer e . i l ( . ) , l , , i

ea oo en m a et Br eeri e br er . h vy w d ll , , i y ‘ ‘

B ate G blbde b us i n B re st breast . l ( . ) , l h g , i , Br ent sm oot unwr n e b as u . hf l , h, i kl d ;

B burn t. a b o . l w, l w

B n Br c t br t . a b o n . l w , l w i h , igh

Br br e . Bleer t b ear ed. , l ig , idg

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- ee c utc catc . us at r n o e ood Cl k , l h, h C h , i g d v , w ’ - Clockin h en c uc n or eon . , l ki g pig - atc n h en . u tt s or t an t n s m a h hi g C y, h ; y hi g ll ; C out b o s tro e atc a r ett n am e for th e ren l , l w, k ; p h, p y w - ’ r a . cutt un s u os e to g y g , pp d k t m an obac o- o t G . e a u t b ou . e t c e C f ( g f ) , gh pip . C o o e s m a oo en g , C gi , ll w d DAD es s e t out an es . DET t um e s truc v l wi h h dl , h p d, k ’ B rn m f r o o a u s n a e o o ent . C il , C il , vi l ly ’ e a d str ct i n A r Dad e da d at er Kyl , i i y i , d y, f h . " S r e Dafi to s ort to be a to hi . , p , g y, a h e oo o e o o n or S e t . C lli , C lly, C li h p pl y f l ’ ’ r d d D affi n D fli n s di e s o . a oo h g , g , f li h oo a s m eton a con er s on s ort absurd C f, i pl , v i , p , tem tible e o ai et p f ll w. g o u Da i di o s t s t cast . t oo s e ate to d C , C , f , f li h, l d g

os Cos e arm s nu n ess . C y, y, w , g , com or tab e Dan er Daunder saunter f l . d , , , b out com ortab e. m o e a out d . C h, f l v i ly ‘ ’ ra c c at ta Daur dare danrna da r e C k , h , lk . , ; , ’ Cr a cki n ta n ot n c att n . . , lki g, h i g r a t ro t a e d of n d D aw Da n a n a n C f , C f , ﬁ l ki ly , wi g, d w , d w s oil n ear th e dwelling i ng D a ous e . w tl e ar n et a our h , d li g, p , f v i ra di m . r a e Crai te . C ig ( C igi , g y) , cra r oc t r oat n ec Da t t c er s e caresse g, k h , k . w i , h i h d, d,

ram as e Fr f cr a m ois i on ed. C i ( ) , f dl D cr m s on . ea e dea en . i v , f A c D e i r a d r e d e . S. r e c e t C p ( . p) , p . , r D n d a cr o . ee ee . C w, w d, i d Craw ﬂo r r ﬂow r De d dead deat w e c ow e . e , i , , h ; d id ’ b ss Cr ee an o er bas et or e a i n bell . l , zi k ll, p g D ’ am er m a e to be carr e e D e . h p , d i d il, vil on th e b ac D es cr i n es cr b n k . iv g, d i i g. ‘ ’ ree e l ow s too Deu duc eu -dub C pi , l . k , k d k , duc ud Cr oo l to d e . e coo . d , k p l

Cr ouse br s sm ar t e D na did n ot. , i k , , liv ly, id , D tr um ant . t to e to c ean to i ph igh , wip , l - r o d m o d m an d n no corn . C w y w y, ilk wi w D D m ea bo ed to et er . e . See e l il g h ik yk . Cur chi e dim of cu r c/z a Din dun sa o ( . ) , , , ll w . er c e t ed o er th e ea D n str e b eat o ercom e k hi f i v h d i g, ik , , v to rm a ca i n com et t on fo p. p i i . 28 1 GL OSSAR Y.

D nn a n Dub a ud e a tt e oo do ot . i , , p dl , li l p l f r d n o ate . D sn a oes ot. i , w

Doc ter dau ter . Dud ra e tatter e . h , gh dy, gg d , d d ot e D u r s s . D oc en oc . s a c k , d k , g , l h

Do te dolted ro n s tu Dun t s tro e b o t r ob . i d ( ) , g w pid , k , l w, h H an d da er Durk dirk . t a e. wi h g , , ighl gg ’

Fr doucker u e Dw allin D w allin e n . Doo . o s k ( ) , d , , g , dw lli g

D n D A . dw i n a n uc bat e . wi e w n e S. d k , h , y ( ) , - D oo u c s orr o an ex to d n d e a e . l ill l k w wi l , f d

c am at on of a n or sor D e G . teiclz a e e l i p i yk ( ) , w ll, h dg , r o tc w . di h . ’ o D t, do it.

D ouce s ober se ru ent. E coa u ate cur e . , , wi , p d ARN , g l , dl ’

D ouff See Do . E e e e . . wf , y ’ D ou do B ed e e g, g . , y d . ’

D ou h tna w as n ot ab e to E en e es e en e en n . g , l , , y ; v , v i g ’ ‘ ’ E n s e n c n cou n ot . e e a s e s e ld , v ; y ’ Donn e Donn o n . e us t as ou like . , , d w lik , j y - D ou butt en d of an t n . Eer e Ear ie t m or ous lis p, y hi g i , , i , D r du r su en dour n n for rn r ou F r . te su e atu a ( ) , ll ; i g p l ’ s u na n d s allow . an d di n , lle s oun ds .

D ow do e . Eneu En u n u e c e o . , v gh , h , gh

D r ta u en can s ab e . Et n end m an ai ow G . t e t e m . ( g ) , , i l l , i , ,

D ow ff acc d s r t es s . E en e a r ed m atc e , ﬂ i , pi i l v d, p i , h d . D a e u m e an Ew -bu h t s o e s d o e c s ee o s . wi , , d l f l , l , h pf ld E h l k e A S. eac a c o . s o. y . ( ) , l D o ent s ee benum be z , l py, d, F ’ e e ss . A c ance ate uc . lif l , h , f , l k ’ ‘ ’ ’ Drai l et r a e . F a a fa t at attem t g , d ggl d , f ll ; h , p D r ra d o . p , p ’

Dra e dr o e . F a en . See Faun v , v . ‘ b F a Dr bb es r o s nor r es oes . i l , d p d i , f ’ b es of r n r n s t r ou P a r n e En s a r n l d i k i h gh i i , lik gli h f i i g h i n ar t e i . e n o br ew a so e . . , g l f F a o el o ll w, f l w . Dr t s om et n r en a s F and ound if , hi g d iv , , f . A s n o dust o r th e e. F ar e . S. a r a n to o to w, , lik ( f ) , g , ’ i n i n tr n o e or r Dr . m a ear are g g , illi g v f w d ; ly f , dr n a r Dr oo t e e e r m a ck . c . l ki , h d y m D r ou dro n . F a Fr ke s . i c r to troub e , w h ( ﬂ ) , l . D rout t r st rou t to vex exat n . o troub e . h , hi , d gh ; v i , l Drum m u d turbe Fashions tr u m s o b eso e . ly, ddy, i d, , l

troub e . F au o . l d ld, f ld 28 2 SA GL OS R Y.

’ F aun a en F ou F u u t s . , f ll . , , f ll, ip y F u a Frae r a se se . om . , f l , f ck F F ec . ten r r G t. te t n t e e . h ( ﬁ ) ﬁgh igh d , f igh d

F ec A . S. a c uan t t F un k et c ed r ear e k ( f ) , q i y ; , ki k , d . ’ m n e o m uck c F e A o ec a . S. ulia n to m a e i f k , f yl ( f ) , k cou n t d r t i y . F ec es s eeb e t ess kl , f l , pi hl ,

ea . G AB th m o e ut . w k , h ‘ Fe n t F ent en th e e nt G ab er unz e a a et c i , i , fi d f i l i , w ll whi h ’ a bo t/ze devil an s on th e s e or o ns dy, h g id l i . F en to m a e a s t to G aber un e-m an a a et , k hif , l zi , w ll s cram b e for a e ood m an or t n er w h o a ear s l liv lih . i k , pp F er onder e . to a e b een orm er a li , w h v f ly - ’ - - - — F id in a n k R ts o . s aki n w i tk ac of all tra es . i n g g f i , g j k d o om e m on ca e j y . S ti es ly ll d F i er e m r m ab r n co ee ate . G e u e . , p , l zi F r e-end fi re -s de G abb n rat n ta n i , i . i g, p i g , lki g ’ Fit oot ab oon hi s fi t ert s eec com n onl , f , p ly p h i g y b d kis ow er r h b e on . om t a y p f e g . ’ F affered utter e . G ae o a e e . l , fl d , g , g v , giv

F an un . G aed G ade G a d ent. l g, ﬂ g , , i , w

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I NDEX OF TITL E S.

A I for e erm or e D EU v , A e on ss f d ki , A ton a ter f w , A ass t a um of an l wi h l p l d, A n ro an d hi s cutt un d y g , ’ Annan s n n s tream wi di g , An t ou er e m ain t n h w y hi g , r r d r A ed, e os e, ’ Ar m s tron s G oo -n t g d igh , Au d Lan S n e l g y , Au Rob n G ra ld i y, Au Rob orr s ld M i , A w et S eet h , ’ A e a n oh y w ki , ,

B B A an AR ARA ll ,

B es s the G aw ki e , B ess e Be and ar G ra i ll M y y, D d Ra sa o . o . m ( y ) , ’ B e are o b onn e Ann w i , B de e et i y y , B n o er th e burn s eet Bett li k v , w y, B onn e r s t i Ch i y, B onn e L es e i l y, ’ BIi dekirk s un t n h i g, ’ B ruce s A res s dd , B us e bus e k y , k y , 2 8 I ND E OF TI TL E 9 X S.

’ H err n CALLER i , ar e an th e n com e C l , ki g , ’ C a th e o es y w , au d a i n Ab er een C l k il d , ar e i s m ar n Ch li y d li g, o n out C li Cl , o n Gar n er C li di , om e un der m a e C y pl idi , ’ ’ om n t r o th e r e C i h y , r a e Son C dl g, r a e -Lea C igi , ’ Cr om let s L t il ,

D I Da e A NTY vi , D ear Ro er our enn eck g , if y J y g , n n h H ad Do oc t e , D onn th e burn D a e , vi , D un can G ra y,

E I K ban s TTR C k ,

F I m o est o er A R d ﬂ w , F ar ewell to Lo chaber F ee him at er , f h , ’ ’ F or a t at an d a t t h , ha , F or a c of o l k g ld,

G ET u and b ar the oor p d , G er o ild y, G oom nter l y wi , ’ ’ G oo n t an d o be w i ou a d igh , j y y , G r een ro th e r as es O g w h , ,

H AD I a ca e v , a an d r ow p , gse s o er th e s w hill , H e h ow m ohi1i e l ad y, , y J , , H l an d ar igh M y,

’ I a ae u ate GAED w f g , I h ae a a err n in s aut l id h i g , ’ I ll n e er o e t ee m or e v l v h ,

0 0 D E OF TI S 3 I N X TLE .

N ANCY, . ’ N e G ow s ar e e to s il f w ll whi ky,

O DE to th e cuc oo k , ’ O er th e m oor am an th e eat er g h h , ’ O er th e ater to C ar e w h li , O in m o e g y l v , ’ Oh nn a a sk m e m I l o e t ee di g h , O ean e J i , ’ O Mall s m ee y k, 0 te m e h ow to w oo t ee ll h , ’ ’ O ur udem an cam am e at e en g h , 0 er e te m e er e wh , ll wh ,

P E G GY an d Fat e i , ’ e n ow th e n s com e P ggy, ki g , s th e a r Philli f i , P n e ous e i ki h ,

’ ’ R I r oar n e ATTL N , i Willi , Red eam s th e sun gl , Rob n r ed-br eas t i , Rob n Tam sou i , Ros n as t e li C l , ’ Ro s e y wif ,

SAE m err as w e tw a h ae b een y , ’ Scornfu N an c y, Sh e 1s a n s om e w ee t n wi hi g, Sli chtit N an c y, Som eb o dy, ’ Str ath allan s am en t l , Str e on and L a ph ydi ,

’ ’ TAK i m an ak i t, , t t, ’ Tak our au c oa abou t ou y ld l k y , Ta n ot of o e lk l v , Tam G en l , ’ Tarr Woo y , The au oo m an ld g d , Th e b oat e r o s i w , The bonn Ear of urra y l M y, I NDE F T TLE 0 1 X O I S. 3

Th e braes of Y arr o w, Th e broom of denkn Cow ow s , D o . do .

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Th e ab er un e m an g l zi , Th e H an add e ighl d l i , ’ Th e lad t at s far aw a h , ’ Th e a rd o Co ck en l i p , ’ Th e an d 0 th e ea l l l , ’ Th e ass o Arr an teenie l , Th e as s of Ballo chm le l y , ’ Th e as s of P a ti e s l Mill, Th e l ea -r i Fer us s on g ( g ) , D r n s o . B u ( ) , Th e l ow an s of H o an l d ll d , Th e m er ill , Th e o or an d on es t s o er p h dg , ’ T er e s n ae uc about th e ous e h l k h , T ere w as a as s h l , Th e r o an tr ee w , Th e r un a a br e w y id , - The sk ar . y l k , Th e s oc a cu i l p, Th e w ankin of th e au g f ld, Th e a ard e w yw wif , Th e w ee G erm an a r e l i di , The te coc a e whi k d , ’ Th e do s am en t wi w l , ’ The e o ba r d a d e y ll w i l d i , Th e oun a rd and E nbur at e y g l i di gh K i , ’ T e r ro es 0 s eet m r t e h i g v w y l , ’ T ou ar t an e aw a h g , E S OF TI TL .

T bb e F o er i i wl , ’ Toddlin am e h , To ar i n H ea en M y v , Tr an en t edd n w i g, Tullo ch orum g , Tun e our ﬁ ddle s y , T eeds de Yes ter w i ) ,

Tw n e ee th e laiden i w l p ,

UP in th e m orn n ear i g ly,

a WALY , W ly, an er n e W d i g Willi , ’ a e s m e for r n ce ar e W P i Ch li , War en a m ear t c t I w a d dee y h li h , ’ Wha ll b e kin g b ut Char lie ? en I u on th bos om ean Wh p y l , en a e an s a a Wh M ggi g w y, g’ en sh e cam ben Wh , en th e k e com e am e Wh y h , ’ s t e an d I ll com e to ou m lad Whi l , y y , an s t at c oud Why h g h l , ’ e br e ed a e ek o m aut Willi w p , ’ e s r o n ed i n Y ar r o Willi d w w, e w as a anton w a Willi w g , e Was tle Willi , t t ou b e m ear i e Wil h y d , ’ ood an d m arr e an d a W i d ,

Y E acob tes b n am e J i y , Y oun oc e g J k y,

0 D E X F FI RST LI NE S 3 4 I N O .

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Gie m e a ass t a um of an d l wi h l p l , G de ro w as a bon n e b o il y i y, Gin I h ad a w ee ous e an d a cant w ee ﬁ re h y , ’ ’ Gloom y winter s n ow aw a G o etc to m e a n t of i n e f h pi w , ’ ’ G ood n t an d o b e w i ou a igh , J y y , G r een r o th e r as es O g w h , , G ude da n ow bonn Rob n y, , y i ,

H ad I a ca e on s om e d stan t s or e v wild i h , H a beau te ous s tr an er of th e ro e il , g g v , H ar en and I te e h ow k , will ll y , ’ H ear m e e n m s an d e r s a n , y y ph v y w i , H er e aw a t er e aw a an er n e , h , w d i g Willi , ’ ’ H er e s a ea t to an e I l o e dear h l h , ’ ’ H e s o er th e s t at I lo e ee w hill h w l, H e h ow m o n e lad y, , y J h i , H e th e dus t m er y, y ill , FI RST LI E S 0 I ND E X OF N . 3 5

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an et a cb ean a ub c ee s J M p li k p , o n An ders on m o o n J h , y j , J h , ’ ock s a to enn enn t o u do t ? J y id J y, J y, wil y

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