&c." It consists of three stanzas, besides the chorus; and has humor in its composition-it is an excellent but somewhat licentious song.-It begins As I cam o'er Cairney-Mount, And down amang the blooming heather, &c. This air, and the common Highland Laddie, seem only to be different sets. Another Highland Laddie, also in the Museum, vol. v. is the tune of several Jacobite fragments.One of these old songs to it, only exists, as far as I know, in these four lines Whare hae ye been a' day, Bonie laddie, Highland laddie? Down the back o' Bell's brae, Courtin Maggie, courtin Maggie. Another of this name is Dr. Arne's beautiful air, called, the new Highland Laddie.* * The following observation was found in a memorandumbook belonging to Burns: The Highlanders' Prayer at Sheriff-Muir. "OL-d be thou with us; but, if thou be not with us, be not against us; but leave it between the red coats and us!" THE GENTLE SWAIN. To sing such a beautiful air to such execrable verses, is downright * of common sense! The Scots verses indeed are tolerable. HE STOLE MY TENDER HEART AWAY. THIS is an Anglo-Scotish production, but by no means a bad one. FAIREST OF THE FAIR. IT is too barefaced to take Dr. Percy's charming song, and by the means of transposing a few English words into Scots, to offer to pass it for a Scots song.I was not acquainted with the Editor until the first volume was nearly finished, else, had I known in time, I would have prevented such an impudent absurdity.* * These are Dr. Percy's English verses: O Nancy, wilt thou go with me, Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town? The lowly cot and russet gown? Νο THE BLAIThrie o't. THE following is a set of this song, which was the earliest song I remember to have got by heart. When a child, an old woman sung it to me, and I picked it up, every word, at first hearing. O Willy weel I mind, I lent you my hand, To sing you a song which you did me command; But my memory's so bad, I had almost forgot That you call'd it the gear and the blaithrie o't. No longer drest in silken sheen, No longer deck'd with jewels rare, O Nancy, when thou'rt far away, O can that soft and gentle mien Extremes of hardship learn to bear; O Nancy, I'll not sing about confusion, delusion, or pride, Tho' my lassie hae nae scarlets or silks to put on, O Nancy, canst thou love so true, Say, shou'd disease, or pain befal, Wilt thou assume the nurse's care? And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath? And wilt thou o'er his breathless clay Strew flow'rs, and drop the tender tear? Nor then regret those scenes so gay, Tho' we hae nae horses or menzie at command, We will toil on our foot, and we'll work wi' our hand; And when wearied without rest, we'll find it sweet in any spot, And we'll value not the gear and the blaithrie o't. If we hae ony babies, we'll count them as lent; Hae we less, hae we mair, we will ay be content; For they say they hae mair pleasure that wins but a groat, Than the miser wi' his gear and the blaithrie o't. I'll not meddle wi' th' affairs o' the kirk or the queen; They're nae matters for a sang, let them sink let them swim, On your kirk I'll ne'er encroach, but I'll hold it still remote, Sae tak this for the gear and the blaithrie o't. THE BLAITHRIE O'T. When I think on this warld's pelf, And the little wee share I have o't to myself, *Shame fall the geer and the blaď'ry o't, is the turn of an old Scotish song, spoken when a young handsome girl marries an old man, upon the account of his wealth. Kelly's Scots Proverbs. |