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Of the best men amang them was
The Sheriff-principal of Angus,
He had few fallows * in the feild,
For he nae ways wad grant to zield.
Sir James Scrimgeor of Duddap, knicht,
Grit Constabill of fair Dunde, Unto the dulefull deith was dicht; +
The kingis cheif banner-man was he,
A valiant man of chevalrie, Quhais predecessors wan that place
At Spey, with gude king William frie, 'Gainst Murray and Macduncan's race.
* Fallows, fellows.
t Dicht, accoutered; here, made to suffer.
XXVIII. Gude Sir Alexander Irving,
The much renownit laird of Drum, Nane in his days was bettir sene,
Quhen they war semblit * all and sum To praise him we sould not be durum, For valour, witt, and worthyness, To end his days he ther did cum, Quhois ransom is remeidyless.
And thair the knicht of Lawriston,
Was slain into his armour schene; And gude Sir Robert Davidson,
Quha Provest was of Aberdene;
The knicht of Panmure as was sene, A mortal | man in armour bricht;
Sir Thomas Murray stout and kene, Left to the world thair last gude nicht. ||
* Semblit, assembled. t All and sum, altogether. t Mortal, deadly. || Gude nicht, good night, farewell.
Thair was not sen king Keneth's days,
Sic strange intestine crewel stryf In Scotland sene, as ilk man says,
Quhair mony liklie * lost thair lyfe;
Quhilk maid divorce twene man and wyfe, And mony children fatherless,
Quhilk in this realme has bene full ryfe; Lord help these lands, our wrangs redress!—
In July, on Saint James his even, That four-and-twenty dismall day,
* Liklie, handsome men.
LADY MARY ANN.
J have extracted these beautiful stanzas from Johnson's "Poetical Museum." They are worthy of being better known, a circumstance which may lead to a discovery of the persons whom they celebrate. The green ribbon, among lovers, is the symbol of hope; the yellow one, on the contrary, that of being forsaken.
O Lady Maky Ann looks o'er the castle wa', She saw three bonnie boys playing at the ba', The youngest he was the flower among them a'; My bonnie laddie's young, but he's growin' yet.
"O father, O father, an ye think it fit, We'll send him a year to the college yet; We'll sew a green ribbon round about his hat, And that will let them jken he's to marry yet. 1
Lady Mary Ann was a flower in the dew,
Young Charlie Cochran was the sprout of an aik,
The simmer is gane, when the leaves they were
END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.