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Without the help of art,

Like flowers which grace the wild,
She did her sweets impart,

Whene'er she spoke or smil❜d.
Her looks they were so mild,
Free from affected pride,
She me to love beguil'd;

I wish'd her for my bride.

O had I all that wealth,

HOPETON's high mountains* fill,
Insur'd lang life and health,

And pleasure at my will;

I'd promise and fulfil,

That none but bonny she,

The lass of Patie's mill

Shou'd share the same wi' me.

*

Thirty-three miles south-west of Edinburgh, where the Eart of Hopeton's mines of gold and lead are.

THE TURNIMSPIKE.

THERE is a stanza of this excellent song for local humour, omitted in this set, where I have placed the asterisms.*

Hersell pe highland shentleman,
Pe auld as Pothwell Prig, man;
And mony alterations seen

Amang te lawland whig, man.

Fal, &c.

First when her to the lawlands came,
Nainsell was driving cows, man;

There was nae laws about him's nerse,
About the preeks or trews, man.

Nainsell did wear the philabeg,

The plaid prick't on her shouder;
The guid claymore hung pe her pelt,
De pistol sharg'd wi' pouder.

* Burns had placed the asterisms between the 9th and 10th

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But for whereas these cursed preeks,
Wherewith mans nerse be locket,
O hon! that e'er she saw the day!
For a' her houghs be prokit.

Every ting in de highlands now
Pe turn'd to alteration;

The sodger dwall at our door-sheek,
And tat's te great vexation.

Scotland be turn't a Ningland now,
An' laws pring on de cager;
Nainsell wad durk him for his deeds,
But oh! she fear te sodger.

Anither law came after dat,

Me never saw de like, man;

They mak a lang road on de crund,
And ca' him Turnimspike, man.

An' wow! she pe a ponny road,

Like Louden corn-rigs, man;
Where twa carts may gang on her,
An' no preak ithers legs, man.

They sharge a penny for ilka horse,
(In troth, they'll no pe sheaper);
For nought put gaen upo' the crund,
And they gie me a paper.

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They tak the horse then py te head,
And tere tey mak her stan, man ;
Me tell tem, me hae seen te day,
Tey had na sic comman', man.

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Nae doubt, Nainsell maun traw his purse,
pay tem what him likes, man;
I'll see a shudgment on his toor;
Tat filthy Turnimspike, man.

But I'll awa to the Highland hills,
Where te'il a ane dare turn her,
And no come near your Turnimspike,
Unless it pe to purn her.

Fal, &c.

HIGHLAND LADDIE.

As this was a favorite theme with our later Scotish muses, there are several airs and songs of that name. That which I take to be the oldest, is to be found in the Musical Museum, beginning, I hae been at Crookie-den.*-One reason for my thinking

* I hae been at Crookie-den,*

My bonnie laddie, Highland laddie ;
Viewing Willie and his men,

My bonie laddie, Highland laddie.

* A vulgar cant name for Hell.

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so is, that Oswald has it in his collection by the name of The auld Highland Laddie.—It is also known by the name of Jinglan Johnie, which is a well-known song of four or five stanzas, and seems to be an earlier song than Jacobite times. As a proof of this, it is little known to the peasantry by the name of Highland Laddie; while every body knows Jinglan Johnie. The song begins,

Jinglan John, the meickle man,

He met wi' a lass was blythe and bonie.

Another Highland Laddie is also in the Museum, vol. v. which I take to be Ramsay's original, as he has borrowed the chorus "O my bonie Highland lad,

There our faes that burnt and slew,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie;
There, at last, they gat their due,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie.
Satan sits in his black neuk,

My bonie laddie, Highland laddie;
Breaking sticks to roast the Duke,
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie:

The bluidy monster gae a yell,

My bonie laddie, Highland laddie;
And loud the laugh gaed round a' hell!
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie.

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