To go "ower Bogie" is a phrase that expresses in Aberdeenshire the same idea as that of running to Gretna Green does in England. It is also used to express a marriage performed by a magistrate instead of a clergyman. The first four lines of this song were borrowed by Ramsay from an older song unworthy of preservation. Mr. Peter Buchan has collected, upon the same subject, the following fragments of

song:

Bonnie lassie, come my road,

And gangna through the Boggie o'
Bonnie lassie, come my road,

Yours is wondrous scroggy o'.

The Boggie water's wide an' deep,
Gin ye gang in, ye'll wet your feet;
Sae, bonnie lassie, come my road,
And gangna through the Boggie 'o.

Your road and my road

Lie na baith thegither o';

I'll gang up the water-side,

And ye'll gang down the river 'o.

Bonnie lassie, come my road,

And gangna through the Boggie o' ;
Bonnie lassie, come my road,

To gangna through the Boggie o'.

The second fragment is as follows:

As I came by Strathboggie's yetts,

Strathboggie's trees were green,
There I heard the drums to beat,

I'll ower Boggie wi' him;
I'll ower Boggie wi' my love,
I'll ower Boggie wi' him ;

He says he's crossing Gawdie side;
I'll awa' wi' him.

THIS IS NO MINE AIN HOUSE.

ALLAN RAMSAY. Air-"This is no my ain house."
THIS is no mine ain house,

I ken by the rigging o't;

Since with my love I've changed vows,
I dinna like the bigging o't.

For now that I'm young Robbie's bride,
And mistress of his fire-side,

Mine ain house I'll like to guide,

And please me with the rigging o't.

Then fareweel to my father's house,
I gang whare love invites me;
The strictest duty this allows,

When love with honour meets me.
When Hymen moulds us into ane,
My Robbie's nearer than my kin
And to refuse him were a sin,

Sae lang's he kindly treats me.

When I'm in my ain house,

;

True love shall be at hand aye,
To make me still a prudent spouse,
And let my man command aye;
Avoiding ilka cause of strife,
The common pest of married life,

That makes ane wearied of his wife,

And breaks the kindly band aye.

is no my ain lassie,' to be one of the most beautiful that Scotland has produced. It "I consider the melody 'This is no my ain house,' perhaps better known as 'This has always had for me an inexpressible charm."-H. B. BISHOP.

THE HIGHLAND LADDIE.

ALLAN RAMSAY. From the "Tea-Table Miscellany."

THE Lawland lads think they are fine,
But, oh, they're vain and idly gaudy;
How much unlike the gracefu' mien

And manly looks of my Highland laddie!
O my bonnie Highland laddie,

My handsome, charming Highland laddie;
May Heaven still guard, and love reward,
The Lawland lass and her Highland laddie!

If I were free at will to choose

To be the wealthiest Lawland lady,
I'd tak' young Donald without trews,
Wi' bonnet blue and belted plaidie.
O my bonnie, &c.

The brawest beau in burrows town,
In a' his airs wi' art made ready,
Compared to him he's but a clown,
He's finer far in's tartan plaidie.
O my bonnie, &c.

O'er benty hill wi' him I'll run,

And leave my Lawland kin and daddie

Frae winter's cauld and summer's sun
He'll screen me wi' his Highland plaidie.
O my bonnie, &c.

A painted room and silken bed

May please a Lawland laird and lady;

But I can kiss and be as glad

Behind a bush in's Highland plaidie.
O my bonnie, &c.

Few compliments between us pass;
I ca' him my dear Highland laddie,
And he ca's me his Lawland lass,
Syne rows me in beneath his plaidie.
O my bonnie, &c.

Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend

Than that his love prove true and steady,
Like mine to him, which ne'er shall end
While Heaven preserves my Highĩand laddie.
O my bonnie, &c.

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OWER THE MUIR TO MAGGY.

ALLAN RAMSAY. From the "Tea-Table Miscellany."

I'LL ower the muir to Maggy;
Her wit and sweetness call me,
There to my fair I'll show my mind,
Whatever may befall me.

If she love mirth, I'll learn to sing;
Or likes the Nine to follow,
I'll lay my lugs in Pindus' spring,
And invocate Apollo.

If she admire a martial mind,
I'll sheath my limbs in armour;
If to the softer dance inclined,
With gayest airs I'll charm her;
If she love grandeur, day and night
I'll plot my nation's glory,
Find favour in my prince's sight,
And shine in future story.

Beauty can wonders work with ease,
Where wit is corresponding,
And bravest men know best to please
With complaisance abounding.
My bonny Maggy's love can turn
Me to what shape she pleases,
If in her breast the flame shall burn
Which in my bosom bleezes.

AN' THOU WERE MY AIN THING.

AN' thou were my ain thing,

I would lo'e thee, I would lo❜e thee; An' thou were my ain thing,

How dearly would I lo'e thee!

I would clasp thee in my arms,
I'd secure thee from all harms;
For above mortal thou hast charms:
How dearly do I lo❜e thee!
An' thou were, &c.

Of race divine thou needs must be,
Since nothing earthly equals thee,
So I must still presumptuous be,
To show how much I lo'e thee.
An' thou were, &c.

The gods one thing peculiar have,
To ruin none whom they can save;
Oh, for their sake support a slave
Who only lives to lo❜e thee.
An' thou were, &c.

To merit I no claim can make,
But that I lo'e; and for your sake
What man can more I'll undertak
So dearly do I lo'e thee.
An' thou were, &c.

My passion, constant as the sun,
Flames stronger still, will ne'er have done
Till fates my thread of life have spun,
Which breathing out I'll lo'e thee.
An' thou were, &c.

Like bees that suck the morning dew
Frae flowers of sweetest scent and hue,

Sae wad I dwell upo' thy mou',

And gar the gods envy me.

An' thou were, &c.