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surpassed in its kind: Ross had little to add, and he could not excel. There is some truth and life in the closing verse. To clap the hands in the dance, in the manner described, is a common feat of rustic activity ; but the continual ducking of the head is ungraceful, and the din of the hands more clamorous than agreeable. A battle was formerly, and indeed lately, no uncommon termination to religious as well as festive meetings. A devout lowlander once informed me that in his youth he attended a highland kirk, to which the pastor regularly went with an excellent staff of root-grown oak, to arbitrate between his quarrelsome parishioners, who, after sermon, amused themselves with fighting in the kirkyard.
O’ER THE MOOR AMANG THE HEATHER.
Coming through the crags o' Kyle,
Amang the bonnie blooming heather,
Keeping a' her ewes thegither.
O'er the moor amang the heather ;
Keeping a' her ewes thegither.
* 38 24 Says I, my dear, where is thy hame,
In moor or dale, pray tell me whether? * She says, I tend the fleecy flocks
That feed amang the blooming heather.
We laid us down upon a bank,
Sae warm and sunnie was the weather:
Amang the bonnie blooming heather.
While thus we lay, she sang a sang,
Till echo rang a mile and farther ;
the burden of the sang
She charm'd my heart, and aye sinsyne
I couldna think on ony other :-
The bonnie lass amang the heather !
O'er the moor amang the heather,
Down amang the blooming heather,
The bonnie lass amang the heather!
A singular story is told about the origin of this very beautiful song.-Burns says," Coming through the Crags o' Kyle” is the composition of Jean Glover, a girl who was not only a whore but a thief, and in one or other character had visited most of the correction-houses in the west. She was born, I believe, in Kilmarnock. I took the song down from her singing, as she was strolling through the country with a slight-of-hand blackguard.” There are older, and there are newer verses on this subject, but Jean Glover has surpassed them far in gaiety, and life, and ease. Her song became popular about the year 1790, and is likely to continue a favourite.
FOR THE SAKE OF GOLD.
For the sake of gold she has left me-o;
No cruel fair shall ever move
Since Jeany she has left me-o.
Ye powers above, I to your care
To the inconstancy of Miss Jean Drummond, of Megginch, we are indebted for this popular song. It is seldom that woman's fickleness produces so much pleasure. Dr. Austin, a physician in Edinburgh, had wooed and won this young lady, when her charms captivated the Duke of Athol ; and the doctor was compelled to console himself with song whën his bride became a duchess. One naturally inquires the cause of such inconstancy ; and it would appear that her lover was right when he sung,
For the sake of gold she has left me-o.
The noble admirer for whose love she was faithless was a man somewhat advanced in lifea widow had won him before, and borne him a family and he had only wealth and rank to oppose to youth and to talent. On the death of his grace the duchess married Lord Adam Gordon, and Providence indulged her with a long life, that she might reflect and repent.
CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES.
Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
My bonnie dearie.
As I gade down the water side,
An' he ca'd me his dearie.
Will ye gang down the water side
see the waves sae sweetly glide
The moon it shines fu' clearly. '
Ye shall get gowns and ribbong meet,
If ye'll but stand to what ye've said,