His bonnet stood ay fou round on his brow; And now he gaes' dandering** about the dykes, Were I young for thee, as I hae been, We shou'd hae been galloping down on yon green, And linking it on the lily-white lee; And wow gin I were but young for thee! And linking, &c. * So Lord Hailes; Ramsay and others read 'drooping.' THE YOUNG MAN'S DREAM. THIS song is the composition of Balloon Tytler. STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT.* THIS air is the composition of one of the worthiest and best-hearted men living-Allan Masterton, schoolmaster in Edinburgh. As he and I were both sprouts of jacobitism, we agreed to dedicate the words and air to that cause. To tell the matter of fact, except when my passions were heated by some accidental cause, my jacobitism was merely by way of vive la bagatelle. * Thickest night, o'erhang my dwelling Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, Crystal streamlets gently flowing, Suit not my distracted mind. Supposed to mean James, Viscount Strathallan, whose father, Viscount William, was killed at the battle of Culloden. He escaped to France. In the cause of right engaged, But the heavens deny'd success, Ruin's wheel has driven o'er us, UP IN THE MORNING EARLY. THE chorus of this is old; the two stanzas are mine. Up in the morning's no for me, Up in the morning early; When a' the hills are cover'd wi' snaw, Cold blaws the wind frae east to west, Sae loud and shrill's I hear the blast, The birds sit chittering in the thorn, THE TEARS OF SCOTLAND. DR. Blacklock told me that Smollet, who was at bottom a great jacobite, composed these beautiful and pathetic verses on the infamous depredations of the Duke of Cumberland, after the battle of Culloden. Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn The wretched owner sees, afar, What boots it then, in ev'ry clime, The rural pipe and merry lay, ` No strains, but those of sorrow, flow, |