Wi' sneerin behind and before him, Now it was late in the e'ening, And boughting-time was drawing near; The lasses had stanched their greening Wi' fouth o' braw apples and beer. There was Lillie, and Tibbie, and Sibbie, And Ceicy on the spinnle could spin, Stood glowrin at signs and glass winnocks, But deil a ane bade them come in. Gude guide us! saw ye ever the like o't? What's yon that it hauds in its hand? They're a' but a ruckle o' sticks; See, there is Bill-Jock and auld Hawkie, And yonder's Mess John and auld Nick. Quoth Maggie, come buy us our fairin'; I think thou'rt the flower o' the clachan,- From Herd's Collection, 1776. SONG.* TUNE-Bessy Bell and Mary Gray. FORGIVE me if I thought your looks Of every My looks that keen resentment show, The torments of a long despair SONG IN BURLESQUE of prince CHARLES'S MANIFESTO. HAVE MRS COCKBURN. TUNE-Clout the Caldron. you any laws to mend? Or have you any grievance? * This song, and the six songs and eight fragments which follow, are from a manuscript collection, made, during the decade of 1770-80, by a lady residing at Edinburgh. I am only permitted to mention that the compiler was an intimate friend of Mrs Catherine Cockburn, author of the later set of words to the tune of "the Flowers of the Forest," and of the burlesque on the Young Chevalier's Declaration, which immediately follows. I am a hero to my trade, And truly a most leal prince. Would you have war, would you have peace, Religion, laws, and liberty, Ye ken, are bonnie words, sirs: Ye ken that, by an Union base, For, crack-it goes asunder What took sic time and pains to do; I'm sure, for seven years and mair, And, for your mair encouragement, Ye shall be pardoned by-ganes; Nae mair fight on the Continent, And leave behind your dry-banes. Then come away, and dinna stay; DEAR AND A-WALY, HINNIE. DEAR and a-waly, hinnie, It's braw milking the kye. I'll hae nae mair sour-milk suppers, I'll hae nae mair sour-milk suppers, Summer's a seemly season; Sae merrily sings the mavis; Sell hawkie, minnie, Sell hawkie, ye; An anecdote connected with this song is printed in the Historical Essay at the beginning of the collection. Sell hawkie, minnie, I'd rather sell my petticoat, LORD BINNING.* SOME cry up little Hyndy+ for this thing and for that, And others James Dalrymple, though he be somewhat fat; But, of all the pretty gentlemen of whom the town do tell, Emilius, Emilius, he bears away the bell. Some cry up Ranting Rothes, whose face is like the moon; Nor Highlander nor minister can put him out of tune. But of all, &c. Some cry up Binning's father‡ for fechting at Dunblane; But Binning says it only was for fear of being taen. But of all, &c. *This song must be just about a century old, as the Lord Binning to whom it alludes died in 1733, at the age of twenty-four. He was a youth of the greatest promise, and the author of the song of Robin and Nanny, which is included in this collection. †The Earl of Hyndford, British Ambassador at the court of St Petersburg. John, sixth Earl of Haddington, who appeared as a volunteer on the King's side at the battle of Dunblane or Sheriffmuir, where he is said to have behaved with great gallantry. |