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Fy now, Johnny, get up and rin,
Hey, Johnny Coup, &c.
When Johnny Coup to Dunbar came,
Hey, Johnny Coup, fc.
“ Now, Johnny, trouth ye was na blate,
Hey, Johnny Coup, gec.
dispatched an 'officer 'to Edinburgh, with orders for all the surgeons to be tend; which was accordingly done,
“ In a subsequent paper it was said, that after the most strict enquiry, tt appeared that only fourteen hundred and fifty-six of the Highland army wert engaged.
“ The strokes given by the Highlanders with their swords in this action evinced proofs of their strength ; not only men's hands and feet were cut of but even the legs of horses; and what many saw may be affirmed for truth, viz, that a Highland gentleman, who led up a division, after breaking througa Murray's regiment, fetching a blow at a grenadier, the poor fellow naturally got up his hand over his head, and not only had his hand lopped off, but also his skull cut above an inch deep, so that he expired on the spot."-See Trazz. sactions in Scotland, during the years 1715 and 45, by G. Charles,
Yes, dearest maid, I love theę still,
Nor would for empires e'er deceive thee;
I'll doat upon thy charms, believe me.
And ever think to live without thee.
Thy lips the cherry's sweets would foil
Thy laughing eye seems so inviting,
A maid so dear and so delighting,
Yes, gentle maid, thy powerful charms
Can bind the heart, tho' fond of changing;
Would quell the wildest wish of ranging.
Phy kindly glance, so free of art,
And melting kiss, my chains shall rivet;
What fickle fool would think to leave it.
Nor would for empires e'er deceive thee
I'll doat upon thy charms, believe me
HOW EERILY, HOW DREARILI.
How eerily, how drearily, how wearily to pine,
Whan the spring time had gane by, and the rose began to blaw, And the harebell and the violet adorn’d ilk bonny shaw, 'Twas then my love came courting me, and wan my youthfu'
heart, And many a tear it cost my love, ere he could frae me part, But tho' he's in a foreign land, far, far across the sea, I kend my Jamie's guileless heart is faithfu' still to me.
Ye wastlin' winds, upon the main blaw wi' a steady breeze,
Go, lovely rose!
That now she knows,
+ Edmund Waller, the author of this excellert piece of poetry, was born at Colshill, in Buckinghamshire, in 1605. He became a Member of Parliament at the early age of eighteen. In 1643, he was sent to the Tower, on a charge of conspiring to deliver the city to the King. Two persons were executed for the plot, and Waller was condemned to be banged, but saved himself by an ab. ject submission, and a liberal distribution of money. After a year's imprisonment he went into exile, but returned by favour of Cromwell, on whom he wrote an elegant panegyric. He wrote another on the death of the Protector, and afterwards celebrated the Restoration, and praised Charles 11. He was again elected into Parliament, where, by his eloquence and wit, be was the delight of the House. He endeavoured to procure the Provostship of Eton, but being refused by Clarendon, he joined in the persecution of that great man. He died in 1687. His poetical pieces are easy, smooth, and generally elegant.