The flames will get baith hat and wig,
As ofttimes they've got a' that;

Our Highland lad will wear the crown,
And
aye be blythe for a' that.

And then our brave militia lads

Will be rewarded duly,

When they fling by their black cockades,
That hellish colour truly.

As night is banish'd by the day,
The white will drive awa' that;
The sun will then his beams display,
And we'll be blythe for a' that.

BONNIE LADDIE, HIGHLAND LADDIE.

ANONYMOUS.

WHERE hae ye been a' the day,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie?
Saw him that's far away,
ye

Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie
On his head a bonnet blue,

Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie;
Tartan plaid and Highland trews,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie.

When he drew his gude braidsword,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
Then he gave his royal word,

Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
That frae the field he ne'er wad flee,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
But wi' his friends wad live and dec,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie.

Weary fa' the Lawland loon,

Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
Wha took frae him the British croun,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie;

They took him neist to Satan's ha',
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
There to lilt wi' his grandpapa,

Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie.
Says Cumberland, I'll no gang ben,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
For fear I meet wi' Charlie's men,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie.

Oh, nought o' that ye hae to fear,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
For fient a ane o' them comes here,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie.
The deil sat girnin in the neuk,

Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
Ryving sticks to roast the Duke,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie.

They clapp'd him in an arm-chair,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
And fast in chains they bound him there,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie;
And aye they kept it het below,

Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
Wi' peats an' divots frae Glencoe,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie.

They put him then upon a speet,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
And roasted him baith head and feet,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie;
Then ate him up baith stoop and roop,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie;

And that's the gate they served the Duke,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie.

This famous Jacobite song, the best known perhaps of any of the collection, was the last revenge of the Highlanders upon their conqueror, the Duke of Cumberland, -a name that is still as much hated in the Highlands as that of Cromwell is in

Ireland.

HERE'S A HEALTH TO THEM THAT'S AWA'.

Partly by Burns.

HERE'S a health to them that's awa',

Here's a health to them that's awa';

And wha winna wish guid luck to our cause,

May never guid luck be their fa'!

It's guid to be merry and wise,

It's guid to be honest and true,
It's guid to support Caledonia's cause,
And bide by the buff and the blue.

Here's a health to them that's awa',

LIBR UNIVERS'

OF TH

OF CALIFORNI

Here's a health to them that's awa';
Here's a health to Charlie, the chief o' the clan,
Although that his band be but sma'.

May liberty meet with success!

May prudence protect her frae evil!
May tyrants and tyranny tine in the mist,

And wander their way to the devil!

Here's a health to them that's awa',

Here's a health to them that's awa';

Here's a health to Tammie, the Norland laddie,

That lives at the lug o' the law!

Here's freedom to him that wad read,

Here's freedom to him that wad write;

There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should be heard,
But they wham the truth wad indite.

Here's a health to them that's awa',

Here's a health to them that's awa';

Here's chieftain M'Leod, a chieftain worth gowd,

Though bred amang mountains o' snaw!

Here's a health to them that's awa',

Here's a health to them that's awa';

And wha winna wish guid luck to our cause,

May never guid luck be their fa'!

Many modern imitations of this old genuine Jacobite song have been written and published.