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Wit, and grace, and love, and beauty,
In ae constellation shine;
Bonie wee thing, &c.
THE TITHER MORN.
This tune is originally from the Highlands.-I have heard a Gaelic song to it, which I was told was very clever, but not by any means a lady's | song.
A MOTHER'S LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF
This most beautiful tune is, I think, the happiest composition of that bard-born genius, John Riddel, of the family of Glencarnock, at Ayr. The words
were composed to commemorate the much lamented, and premature death of James Ferguson, Esq. jun. of Craigdarroch.
Fate gave the word, the arrow sped,
And pierc'd my darling's heart;
Life can to me impart.
In dust dishonour'd laid:
My age's future shade.
The mother linnet in the brake
Bewails her ravish'd young ;
Lament the live-day long.
Now, fond, I bare my breast,
With him I love, at rest!
says, and the composition itself confirms it, was composed on the Rev. David Williamson's getting the daughter of Lady Cherrytrees with child, while a party of dragoons were
searching her house to apprehend him for being an adherent to the solemn league and covenant.--The pious woman had put a lady's night-cap on him, and had laid him a-bed with her own daughter, and passed him to the soldiery as a lady, her daughter's bed-fellow.- A mutilated stanza or two are to be found in Herd's collection, but the original song consists of five or six stanzas, and were their delicacy. equal to their wit and humor, they would merit a place in any collection.— The first stanza is,
Being pursued by the dragoons,
bed he was laid down;
For he was my daintie Davie.
Ramsay's song, Lackie Nansie, though he calls it an old song with additions, seems to be all his own, ercept the chorus, which I should conjecture to be part of a song, prior to the affair of Williamson.*
* The Editor has been honoured with the following communi. cation respecting this song from Lord Woodhouselee.
“I have reason to believe that no part of the words of this song was written by Ramsay. I have been informed by good authority, that the words, as printed in Ramsay's Collection, were written by the Hon. Duncan Forbes, Lord President of the Court of Session. The words of another Scots air, which have much merit, Mary may the Maid be that marries the Miller,' were written by Sir John Clerk, of Pennicuik, Baron of Exchequer in Scotland.”
While fops in soft Italian verse,
Ilk fair ane's een and breast rehearse,
These lines I have indited :
Venus nor Cupid shall appear,
I was ay telling you
wad never trow me.
Nor snaw with crimson will I mix,
Miranda, Chloe, or Phillis.
I was ay telling you, &c.
But stay,--I had amaist forgot
But Nansy, 'tis nae matter,
I was ay telling you, &c.
Now ken, my reverend sonsy fair,
Are a' my passion's fewel.
Leez me on thy snawy pow,
Troth I have sung the sang to you,