* John o' Badenyond.

This excellent song is the composition of my worthy friend, old Skinner, at Linshart.

A Waukrife Minnie.

I PICKED up this old song and tune from a country girl in Nithsdale.-I never met with it elsewhere in Scotland.

Whare are you gaun, my bonie lass,
Whare are you gaun, my hinnie,

She answer'd me right saucilie,

An errand for my minnie.

O whare live ye, my bonie lass,

O whare live ye, my hinnie,

By yon burn-side, gin ye maun ken

In a wee house wi' my minnie.

But

The words of Burns's celebrated Dirge-beginning, "Man was made to mourn," were composed to this

tune.

E.

+A watchful mother.

But I foor up the glen at e'en,
To see my bonie lassie ;

And lang before the gray morn cam,
She was na hauf sae saucie.

O weary fa' the Waukrife cock,
And the foumart lay his crawin!
He wauken'd the auld wife frae her sleep,
A wee blink or the dawin.

An

angry wife I wat she raise,

And o'er the bed she brought her; And wi' a mickle hazle rung

She made her a weel pay'd dochter.

O fare thee weel, my bonie lass!
O fare thee weel, my hinnie!
Thou art a gay and a bonie lass,
But thou has a waukrife minnie.*

Tullochgorum.

THIS, first of songs, is the master-piece of my

old friend Skinner.

He was passing the day,

U

at

* The editor thinks it respectful to the poet to preserve

the verses he thus recovered.

at the town of Cullen I think it was, in a friend's house whose name was Montgomery.-Mrs. Montgomery observing, en passant, that the beautiful reel of Tullochgorum wanted words, she begged them of Mr. Skinner, who gratified her wishes, and the wishes of every lover of Scottish song, in this most excellent ballad.

These particulars I had from the author's son, Bishop Skinner, at Aberdeen.

For a' that and a' that.

THIS song is mine,* all except the chorus.

Auld lang syne.

RAMSAY here, as usual with him, has taken the idea of the song, and the first line, from the old fragment, which may be seen in the Museum, vol. v.

Willie

* This is part of the BARD'S SONG in the JOLLY BEGGARS.

Willie brew'd a Peck o' Maut.

song

THIS air is Masterton's; the mine. The occasion of it was this.-Mr. Wm. Nicol, of the High School, Edinburgh, during the autumn vacation being at Moffat, honest Allan, who was at that time on a visit to Dalswinton, and I went to pay Nicol a visit. We had such a joyous meeting that Mr. Masterton and I agreed, each in our own way, that we should celebrate the business.

Killiecrankie.

THE battle of Killiecrankie was the last stand made by the Clans for James, after his abdication. Here the gallant Lord Dundee fell in the moment of victory, and with him fell the hopes of the party.-General M'Kay, when he found the Highlanders did not pursue his flying army, said, "Dundee must be killed, or he never would have overlooked this advantage."A great stone marks the spot where Dundee fell.

The Ewie wi' the crooked Horn.

ANOTHER excellent song of old Skinner's.

Craigie-burn Wood.

Ir is remarkable of this air, that it is the confine of that country where the greatest part of our Lowland music, (so far as from the title, words, &c. we can localize it,) has been composed. From Craigie-burn, near Moffat, until one reaches the West Highlands, we have scarcely one slow air of any antiquity.

The song was composed on a passion which a Mr. Gillespie, a particular friend of mine, had for a Miss Lorimer, afterwards a Mrs. Whelpdale. The young lady was born at Craigieburn-wood. The chorus is part of an old foolish ballad.

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Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie,
And O to be lying beyond thee,
O sweetly, soundly, weel may he sleep,
That's laid in the bed beyond thee.

Sweet