A gleib o' lan', a claut o' gear,
Was left me by my auntie, Tam;
At kith or kin I need na' spier,
An' I saw ane and twenty, Tam.
An' O, for, &c.

They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof,
Tho' I mysel hae plenty, Tam;
But hears't thou, laddie, there's my loof,
I'm thine at ane and twenty, Tam!
An' O, for, &c.

LORD RONALD MY SON.

THIS air, a very favourite one in Ayrshire, is evidently the original of Lochaber.-In this manner, most of our finest more modern airs have had their origin. Some early minstrel, or musical shepherd, composed the simple artless original air; which being picked up by the more learned musician, took the improved form it bears.

LOGAN BRAES.

THERE were two old songs to this tune; one of them contained some striking lines, the other entered into the sweets of wooing rather too freely for modern poetry.-It began,

Ae simmer night on Logan braes,

I helped a bonie lassie on wi' her claes,
First wi' her stockins, an' syne wi' her shoon,
But she gied me the glaiks whan a' was done."

The other seems older, but it is not characteristic of
Scottish courtship.

Logan Water's wide and deep,

An' laith am I to weet my feet;

But gif ye'll consent to gang wi' me,

I'll hire a horse to carry thee."*

In a letter to a Correspondent, dated 7th April, 1793, Burns says, "I remember the two last lines of a verse in some of the old songs of Logan Water, which I think pretty.

"Now my dear lad maun face his faes,

Far, far frae me and Logan braes."

The song which Burns thus hastily alludes to was written in Glasgow, near thirty years ago, by the gentleman whose name

is

O'ER THE MOOR AMANG THE HEATHER.

THIS song is the composition of a Jean Glover, a girl who was not only a w―e, but also a thief; and

is here prefixed to it. It was first printed in the Star newspaper, May 23, 1789, signed with the initial letter of the author's surSeveral years, however, antecedent to this period, Logan Water had acquired popularity, and was well known in the south-west part of Scotland.

name.

LOGAN WATER.

BY JOHN MAYNE.

By Logan's streams that rin sae deep,
Fu' aft', wi' glee, I've herded sheep,
I've herded sheep, or gather'd slaes,
Wi' my dear lad, on Logan Braes:
But, wae's my heart, thae days are gane,
And, fu' o' grief, I herd my lane;
While my dear lad maun face his faes,
Far, far frae me and Logan Braes!

Nae mair at Logan Kirk will he,
Atween the preachings, meet wi' me-
Meet wi' me, or, when it's mirk,
Convoy me hame frae Logan Kirk !
I weil may sing, thae days are gane-
Frae Kirk and Fair I come my lane,
While my dear lad maun face his faes,
Far, far frae me and Logan Braes!

in one or other character has visited most of the Correction Houses in the West.-She was born, I believe, in Kilmarnock:-I took the song down from her singing as she was strolling through the country, with a slight-of-hand blackguard.

Comin' thro' the Craigs o' Kyle,
Amang the bonnie blooming heather,
There I met a bonnie lassie,
Keeping a' her yowes thegither,

O'er the moor amang the heather,
O'er the moor amang the heather,
There I met a bonnie lassie,
Keeping a' her yowes thegither.

Says I my dearie where is thy hame,
In moor or dale pray tell me whether?
She says, I tent the fleecy flocks

That feed amang the blooming heather,

O'er the moor, &c.

We laid us down upon a bank,

Sae warm and sunny was the weather,'
She left her flocks at large to rove
Amang the bonnie blooming heather.
O'er the moor, &c.

While thus we lay she sang a sang,
Till echo rang a mile and farther,
And the burden o' the sang

ay

Was-o'er the moor amang the heather. O'er the moor, &c.

She charm'd my heart, and aye sinsyne, I could na think on any ither:

By sea and sky she shall be mine!

The bonnie lass amang the heather.
O'er the moor, &c.