MAGGIE LAUDER. that Lieutenant Smith, whom he mentions in the ninth stanza, came to Haddington after the THIS old song, so pregnant with Scottish publication of the song, and sent a challenge to naivieté and energy, is much relished by all Skirvin to meet him at Haddington, and anranks, notwithstanding its broad wit and pal-swer for the unworthy manner in which he had pable allusions.-Its language is a precious mo- noticed him in his song. "Gang awa back," del of imitation: sly, sprightly, and forcibly ex- said the honest farmer," and tell Mr. Smith pressive. Maggie's tongue wags out the nick-that I hae na leisure to come to Haddington; names of Rob the Piper with all the careless but tell him to come here; and I'll tak a look lightsomeness of unrestrained gaiety. o' him; and if I think I'm fit to fecht him, I'll fecht him; and if no-I'll do as he did,-Tu rin awa." WHA wad na be in love And speir'd what was't they ca'd her ;- Maggie, quo' he, and by my bags, Piper, quo' Meg, hae ye your bags? The lasses a', baith far and near, Then to his bags he flew wi' speed, Weel hae ye play'd your part, quo' Meg, THE Chevalier, being void of fear, Did march up Birsle brae, man, The brave Lochiel, as I heard tel' Led Camerons on in clouds, ma They loos'd with devilish thuds, man: The bluff dragoons swore blood and 'oons, And winna fire a gun, man: They turn'd their back, the foot they brake, The volunteers prick'd up their ears, And vow gin they were crouse, man; Menteith the great, when hersell sh-t, TRANENT MUIR. Tune-" Killicrankie." "TRANENT-MUIR" was composed by a Mr. Skirvin, a very worthy respectable farmer, near Haddington. I have heard the anecdote often, The minister of Longformacus, a volunteer; who, happening to come the night before the battle, upon Highland gelding, easing nature at Preston, threw him over, and carried his gun as a trophy to Cope's camp. And Simpson keen, to clear the cen But gallop'd with the thrang, man: 'Mangst a' the gang naue bade the bang But twa, and ane was tane, man; For Campbell rade, but Myriet staid, And sair he paid the kain, man ; Fell skelps he got, was war than shot Frae the sharp-edg'd claymore, man; Frae many a spout came running out His reeking-het red gore, man. But Gardner brave did still behave While he had breath to draw, man. And Major Bowle, that worthy soul, For to get mony a wound, man: Frae whom he call'd for aid, man, Being full of dread, lap o'er his head, And wadna be gainsaid, man. He made sic haste, sae spur'd his beast, The Scots were rebels a', man; His use and wont to lie, man; And Caddell drest, amang the rest, With gun and good claymore, man, Aud never fac'd the field, man. But gallant Roger, like a soger, Stood and bravely fought, man; But mae down wi' him brought, man: Some Highland rogues, like hungry dogs, Are deck'd wi spoils of war, man; At the thorn-tree, which you may see The clans pursuing still, man. That afternoon, when a' was done, I gaed to see the fray, man; I'd better staid away, man: Another volunteer Presbyterian minister, who said he would convince the rebels of their error by the dint of his pistols; having, for that purpose, two in his pockets, two in his holsters, and one in his belt. Mr. Myrie was a student of physic, from Jamaica; he entered as a volunteer in Cope's army, and was miserably mangled by the broadsword. STREPHON AND LYDIA. Tune-" The Gordon's had the Guiding o't." THE following account of this song I had from Dr. Blacklock. i. c. He suffered severely in the cause. James Gardiner, Colonel of a regiment of horse. This gentleman's conduct, however celebrated, does song were perhaps the loveliest couple of their The Strephon and Lydia mentioned in the not seem to have proceeded so much from the gene rous ardour of a noble and heroic mind, as from a time. The gentleman was commonly known spirit of religious enthusiasm, and a bigoted reliance by the name of Beau Gibson. The lady was on the Presbyterian doctrine of predestination, which the Gentle Jean, celebrated somewhere in Mr. rendered it a matter of perfect indifference whether he axe. left the field or remained in it. Being deserted by his Hamilton of Bangour's poems.-Having fretroop, he was killed by a Highlander, with a Lochaber quently met at public places, they had formed Colonel Gardiner having, when a gay young man, a reciprocal attachment, which their friends at Paris, made an assignation with a lady, was, as he thought dangerous, as their resources were by pointment, but thoroughly reclaimed from all such life. To elude the bad consequences of such a pretended, not only deterred from keeping his ap. no means adequate to their tastes and habits of thoughts in future, by an apparition. See his Life by connection, Strephon was sent abroad with a Doddridge. commission, and perished in Admiral Vernon's expedition to Carthagena. The author of the song was William Wallace, Esq. of Cairnhill, in Ayrshire.-BURNS. ALL lovely on the sultry beach, No hand the cordial draught to reach, Far distant from the mournful scene, And all the spring to please. I'M O'ER YOUNG TO MARRY YET. Syne a' my kin will say and swear, Haud the better be the brae, My Jo, Janet. Good Sir, for your courtesie, Coming through Aberdeen, then, For the luve ye bear to me, Buy me a pair of sheen, then.- Ac pair may gain ye ha'f a year, But what if dancing on the green, Syne a' their fauts will no be seen, Kind Sir, for your courtesie, When ye gae to the Cross, then, For the luve ye bear to me, Buy me a pacing-horse, then. THE chorus of this song is old.-The rest of Pace upo' your spinning-wheel, it, such as it is, is mine.-BURNS. Janet, Janet; That gear should moule I thought a sin, The meikle pot upon my back, Gude yill hauds me bare and busy, I wish their fa' may be a gallows, O gude yill comes, and gude yill goes, WERE NA MY HEART LIGHT I WAD DIE. LORD HAILES, in the notes to his collection of ancient Scots poems, says that this song was the composition of a Lady Grissel Baillie, daughter of the first Earl of Marchmont, and wife of George Baillie, of Jerviswood.-BURNS. THERE was anes a May, and she loo'd na men, She biggit her bonny bow'r down in yon glen; But now she cries dool! and a well-a-day! Come down the green gate, and come here away. But now she cries, &c. When bonny young Johny came o'er the sea, He hecht me, &c. He had a wee titty that loo'd na me, That were na my heart light, I wad die. The day it was set, and the bridal to be, His kin was for ane of a higher degree, They said, I had neither cow nor caff, His titty she was baith wylie and slee, His bonnet stood ay fou round on his brow; MR. ROBERTSON, in his statistical account of the parish of Selkirk, says, that Mary Scott, the Flower of Yarrow, was descended from the Dry hope, and married into the Harden family. Her daughter was married to a predecessor of the present Sir Francis Elliot of Stobbs, and of the late Lord Heathfield. There is a circumstance in their contract of marriage that merits attention, as it strongly mo-marks the predatory spirit of the times.-The father-in-law agrees to keep his daughter, for some time after the marriage; for which the son-in-law binds himself to give him the profits of the first Michaelmas-moon.-BURNS. The wife took a dwam, and lay down to die; She main'd and she grain'd out of dolour and pain, Till he vow'd he never wad see me again, • The hand of Burns is visible here. The 1st and 4th verses only are the original ones. HAPPY's the love which meets return, Ah no! her form's too heav'nly fair, Her love the gods above must share ; While mortals with despair explore her, And at distance due adore her. O lovely maid! my doubts beguile, Revive and bless ine with a smile: Alas! if not, you'll soon debar a Sighing swain the banks of Yarrow. Be hush, ye fears, I'll not despair; Then I'll go tell her all mine anguish, THE HIGHLAND QUEEN. THE Highland Queen, music and poetry, was composed by a Mr. M Vicar, purser of the Solbay man of war.-This I had from Dr. Blacklock.-BURNS. Tune The Highland Queen." No more my song shall be, ye swains, To celebrate, to celebrate, In her sweet innocence you'll find A matchless shape and lovely mein No sordid wish or trifling joy How blest the youth, whose gentle fate THE MUCKIN' O' GEORDIE'S BYRE. THE chorus of this song is old.The rest is the work of Balloon Tytler.-BURNS. Tune-" The Muckin' o' Geordie's Byra." THE muckin' o' Geordie's byre, And the shool an' the graip sac clean, Has gar'd me weet my cheeks, And greet wi' baith my een. It was ne'er my father's will, Nor yet my mither's desire, That e'er I should fyle my fingers Wi muckin' o' Geordie's byre. The mouse is a merry beast, The moudiwort wants the een, But the warld shall ne'er get wit, Sae merry as we hae been. It was ne'er my father's will, Nor yet my mither's desire, That e'er I should fyle my fingers Wi' muckin' o' Geordie's byre. MACPHERSON'S FAREWELL; ALSO KNOWN AS MACPHERSON'S RANT. He was a daring robber in the beginning of this (eighteenth) century-was condemned to be hanged at Inverness. He is said, when under sentence of death, to have composed this tune, which he called his own Lainent, or Farewell. Gow has published a variation of this fine tune, as his own composition, which he calls "The Princess Augusta."-BURNS. I've spent my time in rioting, Debauch'd my health and strength: To hang upon a tree. To hang upon a tree, a tree, That cursed unhappy death; Like to a wolf to worried be, And choaked in the breath: My very heart would surely break When this I think upon, Did not my courage singular Bid pensive thoughts begone. A singularly learned but unhappy person. He lived at too early a stage of the world: before there was toleration in Britain, which he was obliged to quit (1793) because of his democratical writings: when he took refuge at Salem as a newspaper editor. He also lived before there were Temperance Societies any where. |