286 MACPHERSON'S FAREWELL. Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, While o'er their heads the hazels hing, The braes ascend, like.lofty wa's, The hoary cliffs are crowned wi' flowers, Let Fortune's gifts at random flee, Will ye go, will ye go; Bonnie lassie, will ye go MACPHERSON'S' FAREWELL. Tune-"M'Pherson's Rant." FAREWELL, ye dungeons dark and strong, On yonder gallows-tree. 1 Macpherson was chief of a branch of the clan Chattan, and a famous freebooter. "Macpherson's Lament," says Sir Walter Scott, was a well-known song many years before the Ayrshire Bard wrote these additional verses, which constitute its principal merit. This noted freebooter was executed at Inverness about the beginning of the last century. When he came to the fatal tree, he played the tune to which he has bequeathed his name upon a favourite violin; and, holding up the instrument, he offered it to any one of his clan who would undertake to play the tune over his body at the lyke-wake. As none answered, he dashed it to pieces on the executioner's head, and flung himself from the ladder," THE CHEVALIER'S LAMENT Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, Sae dauntingly gaed he; He played a spring, and danced it round, Oh! what is death but parting breath? On mony a bloody plain I've dared his face, and in this place Untie these bands from off my hands, And there's no a man in all Scotland I've lived a life of sturt and strife; It burns my heart I must depart, Now farewell light-thou sunshine bright May coward shame disdain his name, The wretch that dares not die! Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, Sae dauntingly gaed he; He played a spring and danced it round,. 287 THE CHEVALIER'S LAMENT. THE small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The deed that I dared could it merit their malice, But 'tis not my sufferings thus wretched, forlorn, BRAW LADS OF GALLA WATER. Tune-"Galla Water." CHORUS. BRAW, braw lads of Galla Water; And follow my love through the water. Sae fair her hair, sae brent her brow, O'er yon bank and o'er yon brae, And follow my love through the water. Down amang the broom, the broom, That cost her mony a blirt and bleary. Braw, braw lads of Galla Water; O braw lads of Galla Water! I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee, STAY, MY CHARMER. Tune-"An Gille dubh ciar dhubh." STAY, my charmer, can you leave me? Well you know how much you grieve me! By my love so ill requited; STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT. THICKEST night, o'erhang my dwelling! In the cause of right engagèd, Farewell, fleeting, fickle treasure, "Tween Misfortune and Folly shared! Ruin's wheel has driven o'er me; 5 But the houlet cried frae the castle wa', The blitter frae the boggie, The tod replied upon the hill: I trembled for my hoggie. James Drummond, Viscount Strathallan, who is believed to have escaped from the field of Culloden, and to have died in exile. 3 Vain of it. Full of stunted undergrowth. 2 A two-year-old sheep. 5 Owl. 6 Mire-snipe. 7 Fox. L 290 HER DADDY FORBADE. When day did daw', and cocks did craw, HER DADDY FORBADE. Tune-Jumpin' John." HER daddie forbade, her minnie forbade; She wadna trow't the browst she brewed 2 The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John The lang lad they ca' Jumpin' John A cow and a cauf, a yowe and a hauf, 4 UP IN THE MORNING EARLY. CHORUS. Up in the morning's no for me, When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw, I'm sure it's winter fairly. Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west, Sae loud and shrill I hear the blast, The birds sit chittering in the thorn, Up in the morning's no for me, When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw, 'm sure it's winter fairly. 2 She would not believe the drink she brewed. |