But a club of good fellows, like those that are here, And a bottle like this, are my glory and care. Here passes the squire on his brother-his horse; There centum-per-centum, the cit with his purse; But see you the Crown,' how it waves in the air! There a big-bellied bottle still eases my care. 6 The wife of my bosom, alas! she did die; I once was persuaded a venture to make; "Life's cares they are comforts,' "* a maxim laid down By the bard, what d'ye call him, that wore the black gown; And faith I agree with th' old prig to a hair, [STANZA ADDED IN A MASON lodge.] Then fill up a bumper, and make it o'erflow, Young's Night Thoughts. SCORNFU' NANCY. TUNE-Nancy's to the Greenwood gane. NANCY'S to the greenwood gane, What ails ye at my dad, quoth he, Although my father was nae laird, Now wae and wonder on your snout, I hae a wooer o' my ain, They ca' him Souple Sandy; And weel I wat his bonny mou' Now, Nancy, what need a' this din? My gutcher left a guid braidsword: Then Nancy turn'd her round about, I ken he disna fear ye: Sae haud your tongue, and say nae mair, Ye never shall get Nancy.* *This clever song is marked in the Tea-Table Miscellany as one of the anonymous and old sort of which the editor knew nothing; but I have been informed, upon good authority, that it was the composition of a Mr Ainslie, a small farmer at Carrington, near Dalkeith, who lived upwards of a century ago. It seems to present a just, as it certainly does a graphic picture of the food and dress of the rustic people of Scotland at that period. THE HIGHLAND QUEEN.. No more my song shall be, ye swains, To celebrate, to celebrate, To celebrate my Highland Queen. In her sweet innocence you'll find, A matchless shape and lovely mien, All centre in my Highland Queen. No sordid wish, or trifling joy, How blest that youth whom gentle fate * From an old manuscript copy. The first printed collection in which it is observable, seems to be that of Herd, 1776. In the Scots Musical Museum, the "poetry and music both" are stated to have been "by a Mr M'Vicar, once of the Solbay man-of-war." THE YOUNG LAIRD AND EDINBURGH KATIE. RAMSAY. TUNE-Tartan Screen. Now wat ye wha I met yestreen, Sin' ye're out o' your mither's sicht, Oh, Katie, wilt thou gang wi' me, And leave the dinsome toun a while? The bleating lambs and whistling hynd, The Old Town of Edinburgh, now so degraded, but formerly a place of the highest fashion, is the locality of this fine song, of which the first verse contains a picture of certain customs which obtained a century ago in the capital of Scotland, but are now totally forgotten by all except the antiquary. A young country gentleman, walking up the High Street in the evening, encounters his mistress, no doubt a young lady of good birth as well as breeding, and recognises her even under the tartan garment, then used by all sorts of women as a veil, and against which, as affording peculiar facilities for intrigue, the whole vengeance of the town-council and the kirk-session had been directed in vain. He solicits her to walk with him up to the hill-the abbreviated popular phrase for the esplanade in front of Edinburgh Castle, which was then the only promenade at the command of the citizens, and a favourite place among lovers for nocturnal assignations. In their walk along the Castle Hill, he takes advantage of the situa tion to depict the delights of a summer residence in the country, which, in all its poetical and sunshine beauty, may be supposed to have contrasted strongly with the darksomeness and din of the city beneath, and therefore to have disposed the young lady very favourably to his suit. It is quite as remarkable as it is true, that the mode of courtship among people of the middle ranks in Edinburgh has undergone a complete change in the course of no more than the last thirty years. It used to be customary for lovers to walk together for hours, both during the day and the evening, in the Meadows, or the King's Park, or the fields now occupied by the New Town; practices now only known to artizans and serving-girls. The song appeared in the Tea-Table Miscellany, 1724. |