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'Twad be my dead, that will be seen,
Beyond thee, &c.
But Jeanie, say thou wilt be mine,
Say, thou lo’es nane before me;
Beyond thee, &c.
FRAE THE FRIENDS AND LAND I LOVE.
I ADDED the four last lines by way of giving a turn to the theme of the poem, such as it is.
Frae the friends and land I love,
Driv'n by fortune's felly spite;
Never mair to taste delight.
Ease frae toil, relief frae care,
Brightest climes shall mirk appear,
Desart ilka blooming shore;
Friendship, love and peace restore.
Bring our banish'd hame again;
Cross the seas and win his ain.
ANDRO wi’. HIS CUTTIE GUN.
This blythsome song, so full of Scottish humour and convivial merriment, is an intimate favourite at Bridal Trystes, and House-heatings. It contains a spirited picture of a country ale-house touched off with all the lightsome gaiety so peculiar to the rural muse of Caledonia, when at a fair.
Instead of the line,
“ Girdle cakes weel toasted brown,"
I have heard it sung,
“ Knuckled cakes weel brandert brown.”
These cakes are kneaded out with the knuckles, and toasted over the red embers of wood on a gridiron. They are remarkably fine, and have a delicate relish when eaten warm with ale. On winter market nights the landlady heats them, and drops them into the quaigh to warm the ale :
« Weel does the cannie Kimmer ken
gar the swats gae glibber down.”
Blyth, blyth, blyth was she,
Blyth was she butt and ben;
And leugh to see a tappit hen.
And heght to keep me lawing-free;
We loo'd the liquor well enough;
cash was done Before that I had quench'd my drowth,
And laith I was to pawn my shoon.
When we had three times toom'd our stoup,
And the niest chappin new begun,
But Andro wi' his cutty gun.
The carling brought her kebbuck ben,
With girdle-cakes weel-toasted brown,
They gar the swats gae glibber down.
Till dawning we ne'er jee'd our bun,
the cleanest drinker out Was Andro wi' his cutty gun.
He did like ony mavis sing,
And as I in his oxter sat,
And mony a sappy kiss I gat:
sun; But the blythest lad that e'er I saw
Was Andro wi' his cutty gun !*
* In a country ale-house of the time of this song, were seen mud walls lackered with lime; a chimney-piece hung with quaighs and chappin stoups. In the corner a huge barrel of homebrew ale, and a corner-cupboard, where the “ cunning Car
THERE are several editions of this ballad. This, here inserted, is from oral tradition in Ayrshire, where, when I was a boy, it was a popular song.--It originally, had a simple old tune, which I have forgotten.
line” held her “ Girdle Cakes weel toasted brown." A little window, with oaken boards, hung on leather hinges, and two panes of coarse glass; the window-cheeks pasted over with ballads, and favourite songs. Before the window was placed the oaken table, encircled by a motley company :-old men, with broad blue bonnets, wide boot-hose, and long staffs, which they held by the middle when they walked. Mixing with these, were the young lads with their sweethearts sitting on their knees, with the old narrative landlord repeating his jests three times turned. The pushing about of stoups ;-the old men telling tales of parish quarrels and private squabbles ;- the lasses singing songs ;-and the lads wooing at intervals, form altogether a whimsical and original groupe, which is not easily so well and so happily sketched as in “ Andrew wi' his cuttie gun.”
* Burns did not chuse to be quite correct in stating that this copy of the ballad of Hughie Graham is printed from oral tradition in Ayrshire. The truth is, that four of the stanzas are either altered or super-added by himself.
Of this number the third and eighth are original; the vinth and tenth have received his corrections. Perhaps pathos was