LADIE MARY ANN. O LADY MARY ANN looks o'er the castle wa', She saw three bonnie boys playing at the ba', The youngest ne was the flower amang them a'; My bonnie laddie's young, but he's growin' yet. “O father, O father, an' ye think it fit, Lady Mary Ann was a flower in the dew, Young Charlie Cochran was the sprout of an aik, Bonnie, and blooming, and straight was its make, The sun took delight to shine for its sake, And it will be the brag o' the forest yet. The simmer is gane, when the leaves they were green; And the days are awa that we hae seen ; But far better days, I trust, will come again, The English blades got broken heads, Their crowns were cleav'd in twa then. The durk and door made their last hour, And prov'd their final fa, man; They thought the devil had been there, That play'd them sic a paw then. The solemn league and covenant Came whigging up the hills, man, Sir Evan Du, and his men true, Came linking up the brink, man; Oh' on a ri, oh' on a ri, Why should she lose king Shames, man? Oh' rig in di, oh' rig in di, She shall break a' her banes then ; For my bonnie laddie's young, but he's grow-With furichinish, an' stay a while, in' yet. KILLYCRANKY. THE battle of Killycranky was the last stand made by the Clans for James, after his abdication. Here Dundee fell in the moment of vic tory, and with him fell the hopes of the party. -General Mackay, when he found the Highlanders did not pursue his flying army, said, "Dundee must be killed, or he never would have overlooked this advantage."-A great stone marks the spot where Dundee fell.-BURNS. CLAVERS and his highland-men, Came down upo' the raw, man, The lads began to claw, then. O'er bush, o'er bank, o'er ditch, o'er stank, Hur skipt about, hur leapt about, And speak a word or twa, man, She's gi' a straike, out o'er the neck, Before ye win awa' then. O fy for shame, ye're three for ane, Hur nane-sell's won the day, man; King Shame's red-coats should be hung up, Because they ran awa' then : Had bent their brows, like highland trows, And made as lang a stay, man, They'd sav'd their king, that sacred thing, And Willie'd run' awa' then. THE EWIE WI' THE CROOKIT HORN ANOTHER excellent song of old Skinner's.BURNS. WERE I but able to rehearse As ever piper's drone could blaw; Hereabout nor far awa', Hereabout nor far awa'. I never needed tar nor keil • Prince of Orange. Her crookit horn did as weel To ken her by amo' them a'; She never threaten'd scab nor rot, But keepit ay her ain jog trot, Baith to the fauld and to the coat, Was never sweir to lead nor caw, Baith to the fauld and to the coat, &c. Cauld nor hunger never dang her, Wind nor wet could never wrang her, Anes she lay an ouk and langer, Furth aneath a wreath o' snaw: Whan ither Ewies lap the dyke, And eat the kail for a' the tyke, My Ewie never play'd the like, But tyc'd about the barn wa'; My Ewie never play'd the like, &c. A better or a thriftier beast, To hae ilk year a lamb or twa'; O' mair nor thirty head ava'; And now the laddie has a flock, &c. I lookit aye at even' for her, Here-about nor far awa. Yet last ouk, for a' my keeping, But my Ewie was awa'. I got my Ewie's crookit horn, &c. O! gin I had the loun that did it, Silly Ewie stown awa'. O! had she died o' crook or cauld, As Ewies do when they grow auld, It wad nae been, by mony fauld, Sae sare a heart to nane o's a' : For a' the claith that we hae worn, Frae her and her's sae aften shorn, |