Gin ye had been whare I ha'e been, An' I fell thro' the gantrin. My bonnie winsome Willie ; Whare shall our gudeman lye? The gleed Earl of Kelly. Dirum dum, &c. Toddle but, and toddle ben, Crack a louse on Maggy's wean, On Ettrick banks, ae simmer night, 'Mang Scotland's bells sae blue, man. Stately stapt he east the wa', The lad I darena name, man; Send Lewie Gordon hame, man; The tailor cam to clout the claise Dirum dum, &c. In Fife there liv'd a wicked wife, Should auld acquaintance be forgot? And push'd about the jorum, THE POCKET ENCYCLOPEDIA, &c. Miscellaneous Songs. LAMENT FOR ABERCROMBIE. TUNE-" Humours of Glen." WHEN Nature with wild-flowers bespangled the mountains, And meadows display'd a' their charms to the bee; When pure gush'd the rills by their grass-border'd fountains, And saft sough'd the wind through the bloom-laden tree; Beneath yon auld aik, on the green banks o' Clouden, He stood by the stream, on a strong claymore leaning, |