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The rose blooms gay on cairny brae

As weel's in birken shaw,
And love will live in cottage low,

As weel's in lofty ha'.
Sae, lassie, take the lad


Whate'er your minnie say,
Though ye should mak your bridal bed

O'clean pease strae.



Cam ye by Athole braes, lad wi' the philabeg,

Down by the Tummel, or banks of the Garry ? Saw ye my lad, wi' his bonnet and white cockade, Leaving his mountains to follow Prince Charlie ?

Charlie, Charlie, wha wadna follow thee?

Lang hast thou loved and trusted us fairly ! Charlie, Charlie, wha wadna follow thee ? King of the Highland hearts, bonny Prince

Charlie !

I hae but ae son, my

brave young

Donald ! But, if I had ten, they should follow Glengary: Health to MacDonald and gallant Clan-Ronald, For they are the men that wad die for their Charlie.

Charlie, Charlie, &c.

I'll to Lochiel, and Appin, and kneel to them ;

Down by Lord Murray, and Roy of Kildarlie; Brave MacIntosh he shall fly to the field with them ; They are the lads I can trust wi' my Charlie.

Charlie, Charlie, &c.

Down through the Lowlands, down wi' the Whigamore,

Loyal true Highlanders, down wi' them rarely!

Ronald and Donald, drive on with the braid claymore, Over the necks of the foes of Prince Charlie !

Charlie, Charlie, &c.


TUNE-There grows a bonnie Brier Bush.

There grows a bonnie brier bush in our kail-yard, There grows a bonnie brier bush in our kail-yard ; And on that bonnie bush there's twa roses I loe dear, And they're busy busy courting in our kail-yard.

They shall hing nae mair upon the bush in our kail-yard, They shall hing nae mair upon the bush in our kail-yard ; They shall bob on Athole green, and there they will be

seen, And the rocks and the trees shall be their safeguard.

O my bonnie bonnie flouirs, they shall bloom ower

them a', When they gang to the dancin' in Carlisle ha'; Where Donald and Sandy, I'm sure, will ding them a', When they gang to the dancin' in Carlisle ha'. O what will I do for a lad, when Sandy gangs awa ? O what will I do for a lad, when Sandy gangs awa? I will awa to Edinburgh, and win a penny fee, And see gin ony bonnie laddie 'll fancy me. He's coming frae the north that's to marry me, He's coming frae the north that's to marry me; A feather in his bonnet, a rose abune his bree; He's a bonnie bonnie lad, an yon be he.*

* From Mr Hogg's Jacobite Relics.


TUNE-The Laird o' Cockpen.

The Laird o' Cockpen, he's proud an' he's great ;
His mind is ta’en up wi' the things o' the state :
He wanted a wife his braw house to keep;
But favour wi' wooin' was fashious to seek.

Doun by the dyke-side a lady did dwell,
At his table-head he thought she'd look well ;
M.Clish's ae daughter o’ Claverse-ha' Lee,
A pennyless lass wi' a lang pedigree.

His wig was weel pouther’d, as guid as when new,
His waistcoat was white, his coat it was blue;
He put on a ring, a sword, and cock'd hat-
And wha could refuse the Laird wi' a' that ?

He took the grey mare, and rade cannilie
And rapped at the yett o' Claverse-ha' Lee;
“ Gae tell Mistress Jean to come speedily ben :
She's wanted to speak wi' the Laird o' Cockpen."

Mistress Jean she was makin' the elder-flower wine;
“ And what brings the Laird at sic a like time?"
She put aff her apron, and on her silk gown,
Her mutch wi' red ribbons, and gaed awa down.

And when she cam ben, he boued fu' low;
And what was his errand he soon let her know.
Amazed was the Laird, when the lady said, Na,
And wi' a laigh curtsie she turned awa.

Dumfounder'd he was, but nae sigh did he gie ;
He mounted his mare, and rade cannilie ;

And aften he thought, as he gaed through the glen, « She's daft to refuse the Laird o' Cockpen.”

And now that the Laird his exit had made,
Mistress Jean she reflected on what she had said;
“ Oh ! for ane I'll get better, it's waur I'll get ten-
I was daft to refuse the Laird o' Cockpen.'
Neist time that the Laird and the lady were seen,
They were gaun arm in arm to the kirk

green: Now she sits in the ha' like a weel-tappit hen, But as yet there's nae chickens appeared at Cockpen.*

on the


TUNE.The Roast-beef of Old England.

When our ancient forefathers agreed wi' the laird
For a wee piece o' grund, to be a kail-yard,
It was to the brose that they paid their regard ;

01 the kail-brose o' auld Scotland,
And 01 the auld Scottish kail-brose.

When Fergus, the first of our kings, I suppose,
At the head of his nobles had vanquish'd our foes,
Just before they began they'd been feasting on brose ;

01 the kail-brose, &c.

Our sodgers were drest in their kilts and short hose, Wi'their bonnets and belts, which their dress did compose, And a bag of oatmeal on their backs to be brose ;

01 the kail-brose, &c.

* Supposed, with the exception of the two last verses, (which are supplementary,) to be the composition of the accomplished authoress of Marriage.

At our annual elections for bailies or mayor,
Nae kick-shaws, or puddings, or tarts, were seen there;
But a cog o' gude brose was the favourite fare :

0! the kail-brose, &c.

But when we remember the English, our foes,
Our ancestors beat them wi' very few blows;
John Bull oft cried, 01 let us rin-they've got brose !

O! the kail-brose, &c.

But, now that the thistle is joined to the rose,
And the English nae langer are counted our foes,
We've lost a great deal of our relish for brose :

O! the kail-brose, &c.

Yet each true-hearted Scotsman, by nature jocose,
Likes always to feast on a cogue o' gude brose;
And, thanks be to Heaven, we've plenty of those:

01 the kail-brose of auld Scotland,
And 01 the auld Scottish kail-brose ! *

* Said to have been written by Sheriff, an Aberdeenshire poet, who published two volumes of poems, and regarding whom the following anecdote is told :

When Burns first came to Edinburgh, in the end of the year 1786, he applied to one of the most respectable printers in town, and ordered a quan. tity of prospectuses of the second edition of his poems. He had shaken off but little of his professional mould ; his dress was by no means gay, and he had acquired a very small portion of the reputation he afterwards attained to. Of course, he did not appear in the eyes of an Edinburgh tradesman the most promising customer in the world. So much, indeed, had he the appearance of something the reverse, that when he called for his prospectuses, and began to of having the work itself printed, Mr with great politeness of manner, hinted at a custom which obtained among men of his profession, namely, to require payment by advance, in the case of doing business for the first time with strangers. At this ungracious insinuation, the dark cheek of Burds flushed in a moment with the brightest crimson, and pulling a considerable quantity of money from his pocket, he eagerly demanded what he had to pay, tabled the amount, and instantly left the place, notwithstanding all that the printer could say in polliation of his suspicions.

A multitudinous impression of Burns's poems was issued next spring from a rival printing-house, and Mr cursed the mal-u-propos cautiousness which had lost him so excellent and so promising a job. With the usual blindness of all persons connected with his profession, which supposes, that because one thing has succeeded, another thing of the same external nature will also succeed, he resolved not to let slip another opportu

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