66 Gied three skips on the floor: Gudeman, ye've spoken the foremost word,— UNIVE This song was first printed by David Herd, who wrote it down from a traditionary version. It is generally sung with the following lines as a chorus: "Oh, the barring of our door, Weel, weel, weel; And the barring of our door, weel." THE DUSTY MILLER, From "Johnson's Museum," 1782. HEY, the dusty miller Ere he spend a groat, That I gat frae the miller. Hey, the dusty miller, FAIRLY SHOT OF HER. From "Johnson's Museum " OH, gin I were fairly shot o' her, If she were dead, I wad dance on the top o' her. Till we were married I couldna see licht till her; Nane o' her relations or friends could stay wi' her; She gangs' aye sae braw, she's sae muckle pride in her; If the time were but come that to the kirk-gate wi' her, I'd then be as bly the as first when I met wi' her- This is a modern version of an old song, and is said to have been written by one John Anderson, at that time apprentice to Johnson the engraver, and publisher of the "Museum," where the song first appeared. MAGGIE LAUDER. WHA wadna be in love Wi' bonnie Maggie Lauder? A piper met her gaun to Fife, And speir'd what was't they ca'd her. Right scornfully she answer'd him, Begone, you hallanshaker! Jog on your gate, you bladderskate! Maggie, quo' he, and by my bags, My name is Rob the Ranter; Piper, quo' Meg, hae ye your bags, The lasses a', baith far and near, Hae heard o' Rob the Ranter; Then to his bags he flew wi' speed, Weel bobb'd! quo' Rob the Ranter; Weel hae you play'd your part, quo' Meg; I've lived in Fife, baith maid and wife, Gin' should come to Anster fair, Speir ye for Maggie Lauder. "This old song," says Burns, " so pregnant with Scottish naiveté and energy, is much relished by all ranks. Its language is a precious model of imitation.-sly, sprightly, and forcibly expressive. Maggie's tongue wags out the nick-names of Rob the piper with all the careless lightsomeness of unrestrained gaiety." KISSING'S NO SIN. ANONYMOUS. Seventeenth or eighteenth century. SOME say that kissing's a sin; But I think it's nane ava, For kissing has wonn'd in this warld Since ever that there was twa. Oh, if it wasna lawfu', Lawyers wadna allow it; If it wasna holy, Ministers wadna do it. If it wasna modest, Maidens wadna tak' it; If it wasna plenty, Puir folk wadna get it. We are indebted to Mr. Robert Chambers for the preservation of this characteristic fragment. It was recovered by him from the singing of a friend, and first printed in 1829 in his "Historical Essay on Scottish Song." What though on hamely fare we dine, Gi'e fools their silks, an' knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. For a' that and a' that, Their tinsel show and a' that; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord, Wha struts and stares and a' that; For a' that and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that; |