MACGREGOR'S GATHERING. SIR WALTER SCOTT. TUNE-Macgregor's Gathering. THE moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae, And the clan has a name that is nameless by dayThen gather, gather, gather, Gregalich! Our signal for fight, which from monarchs we drew, Must be heard but by night, in our vengeful halloo Then halloo, halloo, halloo, Gregalich! Glenorchy's proud mountains, Calchuirn and her towers, Glenstrae, and Glenlyon, no longer are ours We're landless, landless, landless, Gregalich! But, doomed and devoted by vassal and lord, If they rob us of name, and pursue us with beagles, Give their roof to the flames, and their flesh to the eagles Come then, Gregalich, come then! While there's leaves on the forest, or foam on the river, Macgregor, despite them, shall flourish for ever! Then gather, gather, gather, Gregalich! THE FLOWER O' DUNBLANE. TANNAHILL. TUNE-The flower of Dunblane.' THE sun has gane down on the lofty Ben Lomond, She's modest as onie, and blythe as she's bonnie; And far be the villain, divested o' feeling, Wha'd blight in its bloom the sweet flower o' Dunblane. Sing on, thou sweet mavis, thy sang to the e'ening, How lost were my days till I met wi' my Jessie ! The sports o' the city seemed foolish and vain; I ne'er saw a nymph I could ca' my dear lassie, Till charmed wi' sweet Jessie, the flower o' Dunblane. Though mine were the station o' loftiest grandeur, This air, certainly one of the most successful of all modern imitations of the ancient Scottish melody, was the composition of Tannahill's friend, the late Mr R. A. Smith. BY JOVE! TUNE-When she cam ben she bobbit. COME, fill me a bumper, my brave jolly boys; When, first of all, Betty and I were acquaint, Sweet Cecil came next, with her languishing air; Little double-gilt Jenny's gold charmed me at last: You know marriage and money together do best. But the baggage, forgetting her vows and her love, Gave her gold to a sniv'ling dull coxcomb, by Jove! Come fill me a bumper, then, jolly brave boys; *From the Tea-Table Miscellany, where it is marked by the signature L; the initial, no doubt, of one of the ingenious young gentlemen who favoured Ramsay with new songs to the old Scottish airs. It is very probable that Lauder was the person meant-William Lauder, originally a schoolmaster at Dalkeith, but who afterwards distinguished himself in the literary world, by pretending to have detected Milton in stealing the plot of his Paradise Lost from an old Italian author. See Chalmers's Life of Ruddiman. THE BONNY SCOT. RAMSAY. TUNE-The Boatman. YE gales, that gently wave the sea, But I loor chuse, in Highland glens Frae foreign fields, my lovely youth, And in her bosom hause thee. Waft o'er, waft o'er, frae yonder shore, *There is a tradition, mentioned by the Rev. James Hall, in his Travels through Scotland, [2 vols. 1807,] that the early song upon which Ramsay founded the above, was composed on the preference which Mary of Guise gave to our James V., as a husband, over the English Henry VIII. SONG. BURNS. TUNE-Laddie, lie near me. 'Twas na her bonnie blue ee was my ruin; Fair though she be, that was ne'er my undoin': 'Twas the dear smile when naebody did mind us, 'Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o' kindness. Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me, Mary, I'm thine wi' a passion sincerest, THE ELECTION.* BURNS. TUNE-Fy, let us a' to the Bridal. Fy, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickering there, *This poem is here printed for the first time. Its interest must be considerably impaired in the eyes of a general reader, by the local and personal allusions in which it consists; but it is, nevertheless, well worthy of a place, as containing many things in Burns's very best manner. |