The flower that blooms amid thy glades,
The floweret on thy velvet lea,
Tho' lovely, all their beauty fades,
When bid, fair maid, to vie with thee.
Thy woods and glades, &c.

May heaven protect thy ripening years,
Thou bonny maid of Arthurlie,

And ne'er, unless 'tis pity's tears,

May tear, fair maid, be shed by thee.
Thy woods and glades, &c.

Belov'd, esteem'd, admir'd by all,
Still happy, happy may'st thou be,
And O, long may'st thou grace the hall,
And glens and glades of Arthurlie".
Thy woods and glades, &c.

* Arthurlie, alluded to in this song, lies in the parish of Neilston, and county of Renfrew, distant from Paisley about four miles, and is the property of William Lowndes, Esq. Arthurlie was anciently the inheritance and designation of a family of the sirname of Stewart, a branch of the noble family of Darnley, it was, at that time, a very extensive estate, but is now parcelled out to various proprietors; it has become a great seat of manufactures, and is embellished with several elegant villas, among which that of Mr. Lowndes is the principal, and it may be said to be the only one that bears the name,― it is a remarkably pleasant place.

CXXVIII.

KENMURE'S ON AN' AWA', WILLIE *.

Kenmure's on an' awa', Willie,

Kenmure's on an' awa';

And Kenmure's lord's the bonniest lord

That ever Gallowa' saw.

Success to Kenmure's band, Willie,

Success to Kenmure's band;

There was never a heart that fear'd a whig,
Ere rade by Kenmure's land.

* William, Viscount Kenmure, ancestor of the present Hon. John Gordon of Kenmure, was Commander in Chief of the Chevalier's forces in the south of Scotland. Having joined General Forster, with about two hundred horsemen, he marched to Preston in Lancashire, and there surrendered himself, with many other nobles, prisoners at discretion.

In the history of the rebellion, 1716, it is stated that the prisoners, viz. Lords Nithsdale, Derwentwater, Kenmure, with many others, being appoint. ed to be carried to London, arrived there on the ninth of December. They were brought as far as Highgate by Brigadier Panton, Lieutenant-Colonel of Lumley's regiment of horse, under a guard of an hundred of his troopers, and were there received by Mayor-General Tatton at the head of a de tachment of about three hundred foot guards, and one hundred and twenty horse-grenadier guards. Here every one of them had his arms tied

There's a rose in Kenmure's cap, Willie,
There's a rose in Kenmure's cap,

He'll steep it red in ruddie heart's blede
Afore the battle drap.

For Kenmure's lads are men, Willie,
For Kenmure's lads are men;
Their hearts and swords are metal true,
And that their faes shall ken!

They'll live and die wi' fame, Willie,
They'll live and die wi' fame;

But soon wi' soun'

victorie

May Kenmure's lads come hame !

with a cord coming across his back; and being thus pinioned, they were not allowed to ho the reins of the bridle; but each of them had a foot soldier leading his horse: and being ranged in four different divisions, according to the four different prisons to which they were allotted, and each division placed between a party of the horse grenadiers, and a platoon of the foot; in this manner General Tatton set out from Highgate about noon, and proceeded to London through innumerable crowds of spectators, who all of them expressed their utmost detestation of their rebellious attempt, by up. braiding them with their crime, shouting them along in this disgraceful triumph, and incessantly crying out, King George for ever; no warming-pan bastard! The mob in the meantime marched before them, beating on a warming-pan, while the General's drums beat a triumphant march. After this the noblemen, and three or four others, were sent to the Tower; Mr Forster, Mr M'Intosh, and about seventy more to Newgate; sixty to the Marshalsea; and about seventy-two to the Fleet."

Thus ended the unfortunate enterprise into England, burying all at once the hopes of the Chevalier in that quarter; Viscount Kenmure and others were tried at the bar of the house of Peers; found guilty of the crime of high treason, and beheaded on Tower-Hill, on the 24th day of Feb. 1716.-On the day

Here's Kenmure's health in wine, Willie,
Here's Kenmure's health in wine;

There ne'er was a coward o' Kenmure's blude,
Nor yet o' Gordon's line.

He kiss'd his ladie's hand, Willie,
He kiss'd his ladie's hand;
But gane's his ladie's courtesie,
When he draws his bludie brand.

His ladie's cheek was red, Willie,
His ladie's cheek was red;
When she saw his steely jupes put on,
Which smell'd o' deadlie feud.

Here's him that's far awa', Willie,
Here's him that's far awa'!

And here's the flower that I loe best,
The rose that's like the snaw.

preceding that on which he suffered, he wrote to a certain nobleman, stab ing that he died firm in principles of adherence to the Chevalier, "whom he believed to be the legitimate son of King James the Second *.”

Among the peasantry of Nithsdale and Galloway, his memory is still revered. He was a virtuous nobleman, calm, sensible, resolute, and resigned, and a devout member of the protestant church. "He had ever lived," as he said in the letter to which we have already alluded, " and would die, in the profession of the protestant religion."

*See Account of the Rebellion in 1715-16, by Geo. Charles, 2 vols. 8vo.

CXXIX.

FAIR WIDOW, ARE YE WAUKING.

O, wha's at my chamber door?
"Fair widow, are ye wauking?”
Auld carle, your suit give o'er,
Your love lies a' in tauking,
Gie me the lad that's young and tight,
Sweet like an April meadow;
'Tis sic as he can bless the sight
And bosom of a widow.-

"O widow, wilt thou let me in,
I'm pauky, wise, and thrifty,
And come of a right gentle kin;
An' little mair than fifty."
Daft carle, dit your mouth,

What signifies how pauky

Or gentle born ye be-bot youth,
In love you're but a gawky.

"Then, widow, let these guineas speak,

That powerfully plead clinken,

And if they fail, my mouth I'll steek,
And nae mair love will think on."

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