Wild Nature's tenants freely, gladly stray; Ascends wi' sangs of joy, While the sun and thou arise, to bless the day. Phoebus gilding the brow o' morning, Nature gladdening and adorning ; MY AULD MAN. TUNE-Saw ye my Father? IN the land of Fife there lived a wicked wife, Who sorely did lament, and made her complaint, In cam her cousin Kate, when it was growing late, O wheit-breid and wine, and a kinnen new slain; Cam ye in to jeer, or cam ye in to scorn, For bear-bread and water, I'm sure, is much better— * Burns composed this song late in an evening of October 1794, as he was returning from a friend's house in the neighbourhood of Dumfries, where he had seen at dinner one of his favourite heroines, Miss Philadelphia Macmurdo. Now the auld man's deid, and, without remeid, Lie still wi' my blessing! of thee I hae nae missing; Within a little mair than three quarters of a year, O black grew her brows, and howe grew her een, And now she sighs, and aye she says, I wish I had my silly auld man!* SAW YE MY PEGGY. TUNE-Saw ye my Peggy? SAW ye nae my Peggy, Saw ye nae my Peggy, O! how Peggy charms me; Nought but charms all over: *From Ritson's "Scottish Songs," 1793, into which the editor menons that it was copied from some common collection, whose title he did not remember. It has often been the task of the Scottish muse to point out the evils of ill-assorted alliances; but she has scarcely ever done so with so much humour, and, at the same time, so much force of moral painting, as in the present case. No tune is assigned to the song in Ritson's Collection; but the present editor has ventured to suggest the fine air," Saw ye my father," rather as being suitable to the peculiar rhythm of the verses, than to the spirit of the composition. Nature bids me love her Who would leave a lover, When I hope to gain her, With faint looks implore her, Till she pity me. * "This charming * From Johnson's Musical Museum, vol. I., 1787. song," says Burns, [Cromek's Reliques,] " is much older, and indeed superior, to Ramsay's verses, The Toast, as he calls them. There is another set of the words, much older still, and which I take to be the original one, as follows-a song familiar from the cradle to every Scottish ear: Saw ye my Maggie, Linkin ower the lea? High-kiltit was she, Her coat aboon her knee. What mark has your Maggie, That ane may ken her be? (by). Though it by no means follows that the silliest verses to an air must, for that reason, be the original song, yet I take this ballad, of which I have quoted part, to be the old verses. The two songs in Ramsay, one of them evidently his own, are never to be met with in the fire-side circle of our peasantry; while that which I take to be the old song is in every shepherd's mouth." THE BRIDAL O'T. ALEXANDER ROSS.* TUNE-Lucy Campbell. THEY say that Jockey'll speed weel o't, I hope we'll hae a bridal o't: An we had but a bridal o't, An we had but a bridal o't, And young folk like the coming o't, The lasses like a bridal o't, The lasses like a bridal o't; Turned up into the inmost o't; The bangster at the threshing o't, And ilka day's a clashing o't: His linder for another o't, *Author of the Fortunate Shepherdess, a dramatic poem in the Mearns dialect. + Chatting, with familiar dalliance. And ere he want to clear his shot, The pipers and the fiddlers o't, The pipers and the fiddlers o't, And like to be the middlers o't: Fan they hae done wi' eating o't, ROYAL CHARLIE. TUNE-The auld Wife ayont the fire. OUR gallant Scottish prince was clad Between the chief and Charlie. * When the vulgar dialect of the north-east coast of Scotland. Whirls. From Johnson's Musical Museum, vol. III., 1790. The spirit of a vulgar Scottish wedding is here delineated with uncommon vivacity and force of expression. It may be noted, in particular, that nothing could be more correctly descriptive of the system of dancing which obtains at that and all other such assemblages than the last verse. It could only have been improved by some notice of the whoop, or hoogh! a wild, short cry which the male dancers utter at the more animated passages of the saltation-dancing it cannot be called-and which forms, perhaps, one of the most remarkable features in the performance. |