Should I be call'd where cannons roar, In all my soul there's not one place Since she excels in ev'ry grace, In her my love shall centre. The neist time I gang ower the muir, And that my faith is firm and pure, There, while my being does remain, My love more fresh shall blossom. "The first lines of this song, and several others in it, are beautiful; but in my opinion-pardon me, revered shade of Ramsay!-the song is unworthy of the divine air."- BURNS. PEGGIE AND PATIE. ALLAN RAMSAY. PEGGY. WHEN first my dear laddie gae'd to the green hill, PATIE. When corn-riggs waved yellow, and blue heather-beils PEGGY. When thou ran, or wrestled, or putted the stane, PATIE. Our Jenny sings saftly the "Cowden-Broom-Knowes," With "Through the wood, laddie," Bess gars our lugs ring But when my dear Peggy sings, with better skill, The "Boatman," "Tweedsdale," or the "Lass o' the Mill," 'Tis many times sweeter and pleasing to me; For though they sing nicely, they cannot like thee.” PEGGY. How easy can lasses trow what they desire, THE YELLOW-HAIR'D LADDIE. ALLAN RAMSAY. IN April, when primroses paint the sweet plain, To woods and deep glens where the hawthorn-trees grow. There under the shade of an old sacred thorn With freedom he sung his loves ev'ning and morn: He sung with so soft and enchanting a sound, That silvans and fairies, unseen, danced around. The shepherd thus sung: "Though young Maddie be fair, That Maddie, in all the gay bloom of her youth, That mamma's fine daughter, with all her great dower, The witty sweet Susie his mistress might be. Allan Ramsay founded this song upon a much older composition-of itself not devoid of merit, and free from the concetti of its more modern namesake. It was inserted in his "Tea-Table Miscellany," and is here appended. The yellow-hair'd laddie sat down on yon brae, Crying, "Milk the ewes, lassie; let nane o' them gae.' The yellow-hair'd laddie shall be my gudeman. The weather is cauld and my cleadin' is thin, The yowes are new-clipt and they winna bught in; They winna bught in, although I should dee, O yellow-hair'd laddie, be kind unto me! The gudewife cries butt the house, "Jennie, come ben; DUNT, DUNT, DUNT, PITTIE, PATTIE. Air-"The yellow-hair'd laddie." From the "Tea-Table Miscellany." ON Whitsunday morning I went to the fair; O' his bonny black ee, And a dear blink and a fair blink It was unto me. MARY SCOTT, THE FLOWER OF YARROW. ALLAN RAMSAY. From the "Tea-Table Miscellany." HAPPY'S the love which meets return, Did you there see me mark'd to marrow Ah, no! her form's too heavenly fair, Be hush'd ye fears; I'll not despair; When Mary Scott becomes my marrow, The heroine of this song is supposed to have been Mary, daughter of Philip Scott of Dryhope, in Selkirkshire. She was married to Scott of Harden, the notorious border-reiver, or freebooter. A different and possibly an earlier version of this song has been discovered by Mr. Peter Buchan. We copy it from a manuscript volume of the Songs of the North of Scotland collected by that gentleman. Oh, Mary's red, and Mary's white, And Mary she's the king's delight; The king's delight and the prince's marrow, Mary Scott, the flower of Yarrow. When I look east, my heart grows sair; But when I look west, it's mair and mair; Now she's gone to Edinburgh town, To buy braw ribbons to tie her gown; She's bought them broad, and laid them narrow,— Mary Scott is the flower of Yarrow. BONNIE CHIRSTY. ALLAN RAMSAY. From the "Tea-Table Miscellany." "How sweetly smells the simmer green, And wine, though I be thirsty, When wand'ring o'er the flow'ry park, And birds in concert chanting! |