Young Jamie has rais'd the aumry cook,

And Jockie has sworn by lippie and law;
Douce Sawney the herd has drawn the sword,
And Donald the piper the warst of a'.
And down wi' Geordie, kirn-milk Geordie;

He maun hame but stocking or shoe,
To nump his neeps, his sybows, and leeks,
And a wee bit bacon to help the broo.

The cat has clomb to the eagle's nest,

And suckit the eggs, and scar'd the dame;

The lordly lair is daubed wi' hair;

But the thief maun strap, an' the hawk come hame. Then up wi' Geordie, kirn-milk Geordie,

Up wi' Geordie high in a tow:

At the last kick of a foreign foot,
We'se a' be ranting roaring fou.

The life and humour of this song will excuse some little coarseness, and the strange mixture of allegory with figures of flesh and blood. The animation commences with the commencing line and continues to the last. James Hogg describes it as old: of its antiquity I have many doubts. The poverty of the house of Hanover seems to have given our Jacobite poets great satisfaction; for it forms the theme of many a ditty; and perhaps they persevered till the visible and surpassing misery of the house of Stuart caused their satire to cut with two edges. The obscurities which deform the Jacobite songs arose in a great measure from the figu

rative way in which they expressed the hopes and fears of the party. To sing plainly was to sing seditiously; and the poet was fain to escape from the penalties of law into the region of dark metaphor, from which the most scrupulous Whig should not extract a meaning that could be followed up by fining or imprisonment.

DONALD MACGILLAVRY.

Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungery,
Donald comes down the hill wild and angry;
Donald will clear the gouk's nest cleverly-
Here's to the king and Donald Macgillavry.
Come like a weigh bauk, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like a weigh bauk, Donald Macgillavry;
Balance them fair, and balance them cleverly-
Off wi' the counterfeit, Donald Macgillavry.

Donald's run o'er the hill but his tether, man,
As he were wud, or stang'd wi' an ether, man;
When he comes back there's some will look merrily-
Here's to King James and Donald Macgillavry.

Come like a weaver, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like a weaver, Donald Macgillavry;
Pack on your back, and elwand sae cleverly,
Gie them full measure, my Donald Macgillavry.

Donald has foughten wi' rief and roguery,
Donald has dinner'd wi' banes and beggary;
Better it were for Whigs and whiggery
Meeting the devil than Donald Macgillavry.
Come like a tailor, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like a tailor, Donald Macgillavry;
Push about, in and out, thimble them cleverly-
Here's to King James and Donald Macgillavry.

Donald's the callan that brooks nae tangleness,
Whigging, and prigging, and a new fangleness;
They maun be gane, he winna be baukit, man;
He maun hae justice, or faith he'll tauk it, man,
Come like a cobler, Donald Macgillavry,

Come like a cobler, Donald Macgillavry;

Beat them, and bore them, and lingel them cleverlyUp wi' King James and Donald Macgillavry.

Donald was mumpit wi' mirds and mockery,
Donald was blinded wi' blads o' property;

Arles run high, but makings were naething, man—
Lord, how Donald is flyting and fretting, man!
Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry,

Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry;

Skelp them and scaud them that prov'd sae un

britherly

Up wi' King James and Donald Macgillavry.

This is the cleverest of all our party songs; sharp, lively, and original. I know not to whose hand we owe it it cannot well be so old as the period of the last rebellion; for every line has the echo of yesterday, compared to the lyrics of the forty-five. "The clan Macgillavry," says James Hogg," is a subordinate one; so that the name seems to represent the whole of the northern clans. In the Chevalier's muster-roll Macgillavry of Drumglass is named as one of the expected chieftains; and in 1745, the brave and powerful clan of Macintosh was led by Colonel Macgillavry." To the north of Scotland the house of Stuart seems long to have looked for salvation: the chieftains of the clans were deluded by promised power and imaginary rank to arm in its cause; and that native pride which nought can surpass, and that courage which nought can subdue, were alike bribed to the adventure. How far it succeeded history will ever relate with astonishment. small bridge a short way in advance from Derby was the limit of their daring march; and their retreat was still more extraordinary. The people of Derby long after remembered the friendly visit of the highland army.

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TRANENT MUIR.

The Chevalier, being void of fear,
Did march up Birsle brae, man,
And through Tranent, e'er he did stent,
As fast as he could gae, man;
While General Cope did taunt and mock,
Wi' mony a loud huzza, man;

But e'er next morn proclaim'd the cock,
We heard anither craw, man.

The brave Lochiel, as I heard tell,
Led Camerons on in cluds, man ;

The morning fair, and clear the air,
They loos'd with devilish thuds, man ;
Down guns they threw, and swords they drew,
And soon did chace them aff, man;
On Seaton Crafts they buft their chafts,
And gart them rin like daft, man.

The bluff dragoons swore, blood and ʼoons,
They'd make the rebels run, man;
And yet they flee when them they see,

And winna fire a gun, man:

They turn'd their back, the foot they brake, Such terror seiz'd them a', man ;

Some wet their cheeks, some fyl'd their breeks, And some for fear did fa', man.