BONNIE DUNDEE.* O whare gat ye that hauver-meal bannock, Between Saint Johnstone and bonnie Dundee. O gin I saw the laddie that gae me't! Aft has he doudl'd me on his knee: May heav'n protect my bonnie Scotch laddie, And sen' him safe hame to his babie and me! This song was accompanied by the following laconic epistle. "Dear Cleghorn, "You will see by the above that I have added a stanza to 'Bonnie Dundee:' If you think it will do, you may set it agoing Upon a ten-string instrument And on the Psaltery—' "Mr. Cleghorn, "Farmer-God bless the trade." R. B. May blessins light on thy sweet, wee lippie! An' mak thee a man like thy daddie dear! YOUNG HYNHORN. (To its own Tune.) Near Edinburgh was a young son born, An' his name it was called young Hynhorn, Seven long years he served the king, Hey, &c. An' it's a' for the sake of his daughter Jean. An' it's hey, &c. The king an angry man was he, He send young Hynhorn to the sea. When your ring turns pale and wan, Upon a day he look'd at his ring, He's left the sea, an' he's come to the lan', What news, what news, my auld beggar man, Nae news, nae news, the auld beggar said, Cast aff, cast aff thy auld beggar-weed, When he cam to our guid king's yet, He sought a glass o' wine for young Hynhorn's sake. He drank out the wine an' he put in the ring, An' he bade them carry't to the king's dochter Jean. O gat ye't by sea, or gat ye't by lan', |