I had nae a plack in my pouca Mair than ane or twa.' Woo'd and married, &c. "What's the matter?" quo' Willie, "Tho' we be scant o' claiths, We'll creep the nearer thegither, And we'll get teats o' woo; And we'll get a lass o' our ain, TIBBIE DUNBAR. Tune-" Johnny M'Gill." THIS tune is said to be the composition of John M'Gill, fiddler, in Girvan. He called it after his own name.-BURNS. O, WILT thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar ; O, wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar; Wilt thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in a car, I carena thy daddie, his lands and his money, THIS IS NO MINE AIN HOUSE. Sandilands, Weir, and Oliphant, (one of them resided at Gosford, and the others in the neighbourhood), were occasionally visited by their royal and gallant admirer, which gave rise to the following satirical advice to his Majesty, from Sir David Lindsay, of the Mount, Lord Lyon. Sow not your seed on Sandylands, THE pawky auld carle came o'er the lee, Wi' many good e'ens and days to me, Saying, Goodwife, for your courtesie, Will ye lodge a silly poor man! The night was cauld, the carle was wat, And down ayont the ingle he sat ; My daughter's shoulders he 'gan to clap, And cadgily ranted and sang. THE first half stanza is old, the rest is Ram-O wow! quo' he, were I as free, say's. The old words are :-BURNS. O THIS is no mine ain house, My ain house, my ain house; There's bread and cheese are my door-cheeks, This is no my ain wean, My ain wean, my ain wean; I'll tak the curchie aff my head, And row't about the feetie o't. As first when I saw this country, And I wad never think lang. And O! quo' he, ann ye were as black As e'er the crown of my dady's hat, 'Tis I wad lay thee by my back, And awa' wi' me thou shou'd gang. And O! quo' she, ann I were as white, As e'er the snaw lay on the dike, I'd clead me braw, and lady like, And awa' with thee I'd gang. Between the twa was made a plot ; They raise awee before the cock, And wilily they shot the lock, And fast to the bent are they gane. The tune is an old Highland air, called Shuan Up the morn the auld wife raise, truish willighan. THE GABERLUNZIE-MAN. THE Gaberlunzie-Man is supposed to commemorate an intrigue of James the Fifth. Mr. Callander of Craigforth, published some years ago, an edition of Christ's Kirk on the Green, and the Gaberlunzie-Man, with notes critical and historical. James the Fifth is said to have been fond of Gosford, in Aberlady Parish, and that it was suspected by his cotemporaries, that in his frequent excursions to that part of the country he had other purposes in view besides golfing and archery. Three favourite ladies,| And at her leisure put on her claise; Syne to the servant's bed she gaes, To speer for the silly poor man. She gaed to the bed where the beggar lay, For some of our gear will be gane. Since nathing's awa', as we can learn, The servant gade where the daughter lay, O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin, The wearifu' Gaberlunzie-man. Mean time far hind out o'er the lea, Cut frae a new cheese a whang: O kend my minny I were wi' you, After the Gaberlunzie-man. And carry the Gaberlunzie on. Wi' cauk and keel I'll win your bread, To carry the Gaberlunzie-0. When Charlie look'd the letter upon, Now, Jonnie, be as good as your word, When Jonnie Coup he heard of this, Hey Jonnie Coup, &c. Fy now Jonnie get up and rin, Hey Jonnie Coup, &c. When Jonnie Coup to Berwick came, Hey Jonnie Coup, &c. Now, Jonnie, trouth ye was na blate, Hey Jonnie Coup, &c. Ah! faith, co' Jonnie, I got a fleg, Hey Jonnie Coup, &c. Between the twa was made a plot; And fast to the bent are they gane. The tune is an old Highland air, called Shuan Up the morn the auld wife raise, truish willighan. And at her leisure put on her claise; She gaed to the bed where the beggar lay, THE GABERLUNZIE-MAN. THE Gaberlunzie-Man is supposed to commemorate an intrigue of James the Fifth. Mr. Callander of Craigforth, published some years ago, an edition of Christ's Kirk on the Green, But and the Gaberlunzie-Man, with notes critical She and historical. James the Fifth is said to have been fond of Gosford, in Aberlady Parish, and that it was suspected by his cotemporaries, that in his frequent excursions to that part of the country he had other purposes in view beside golfing and archery. Three favourite ladi The servant gade where the daughter lay, O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin, The wearifu' Gaberlunzie-man. Mean time far hind out o'er the lea, Cut frae a new cheese a whang: O kend my minny I were wi' you, After the Gaberlunzie-man. And carry the Gaberlunzie on. Wi' cauk and keel I'll win your bread, To carry the Gaberlunzie-0. When Charlie look'd the letter upon, Now, Jonnie, be as good as your word, When Jonnie Coup he heard of this, Hey Jonnie Coup, &c. Fy now Jonnie get up and rin, Hey Jonnie Coup, &c. When Jonnie Coup to Berwick came, Hey Jennie Comp, ye. Now, Joanie, trouth ye was na blate, Hey Jonnie Comp, &c. Ah! faith, co' Jonnie, I got a feg, Hey Jonnie Coup, te 148 |