No man on earth, that draweth breath, And would not from them fly. The Egyptian band I did command, His soldiers in the war. Being feared by all, both great and small, Oh, curse upon this fate o' mine, The destiny of my life contrived, As for my life, it is but short, To part with life, I am content, Therefore, good people all, take heed, UP IN THE MORNING EARLY. Up in the morning's no for me, Up in the morning early; When a' the hills are cover'd wi' snaw, I'm sure it's winter fairly. Cold blaws the wind frae east to west, The drift is driving sairly; Sae loud and shrill's I hear the blast, I'm sure it's winter fairly. BURNS. UP IN THE MORNING EARLY BY JOHN HAMILTON. CAULD blaws the wind frae north to south, The sheep are courin' in the heuch : Loud roars the blast amang the woods, Now up in the mornin's no for me, To sit a' nicht wad better agree Than rise in the mornin' early. The sun peeps ower yon southland hills Like ony timorous carlie, Just blinks a wee, then sinks again, And that we find severely. Now up in the mornin's no for me, Up in in the mornin' early; When snaw blaws in at the chimly cheek, Wha'd rise in the mornin' early. Nae linties lilt on hedge or bush ; A pennyless purse I wad rather dree A cozie house and canty wife, Aye keep a body cheerly; And pantries stou'd wi' meat and drink, But up in the mornin's no for me, THE chorus of this is old; the two stanzas The gowan maun glint on bank and brae, are mine. • Burns' own set of the Lament, appears liker the natural effusions of the high-spirited criminal, than this homily. When I rise in the mornin' early When my soldier is by, I HAVE heard a concluding verse sung to While he kisses and blesses his Annie, O! these words it is, "Tis a soldier alone can delight me, O, I'll fear no war's alarms, Neither danger nor death shall e'er fright me, O. My love is a handsome laddie, O, Yet I'll buy him one this year; But the ladies or the king; For ev'ry other care is but slavery, O. Then I'll be the captain's lady, O; But I'll follow with the drum, When on my soldier's knee, For Athole's duke she me forsook; which I take to be the original reading. THIS is the last of the West Highland airs; and from it, over the whole tract of country to the confines of Tweedside, there is hardly a tune or song that one can say has taken its oriThese words were composed by the late Dr. gin from any place or transaction in that part of Austin, physician at Edinburgh. He had Scotland. The oldest Ayrshire reel, is Stew-courted a lady, to whom he was shortly to arton Lasses, which was made by the father of have been married: but the Duke of Athole the present Sir Walter Montgomery Cunning- having seen her, became so much in love with ham, alias Lord Lyle; since which period there her, that he made proposals of marriage, which has indeed been local music in that country in were accepted of, and she jilted the Doctor. great plenty. Johnie Faa is the only old song which I could ever trace as belonging to the extensive county of Ayr.-BURNS. The poet has fallen under a mistake here :-the drums here celebrated were not those of the town, or garrison of Dumbarton; but of the regiment commanded by Lord Dumbarton-a cavalier of the house of Douglas-who signalized himself on the Jacobite side in 1695.-The old song was as follows: DUMBARTON's drums beat bonny, O, BURNS. DR. AUSTIN. Tune-"For Lack of Gold." FOR lack of gold she has left me, O; Jean, daughter of John Drummond, of Megg. inch, Esq. WALY, WALY. IN the west country I have heard a different edition of the second stanza.-Instead of the four lines, beginning with, "When cockleshells," &c. the other way ran thus: O WHEREFORE need I busk my head, O WALY waly up the bank, And waly waly down the brae, And waly waly by yon burn-side, Where I and my love were wont to gae. I leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trustie trie; But first it bow'd, and syne it brake, And sae my true love did lyghtlie me. O waly waly gin love be bonnie A little time while it is new; And fades awa' like morning-dew. And says he'll never loe me mair. The sheits shall neir be fyl'd by me: Saint Anton's well sall be my drink, Since my true love has forsaken me. Marti'mas wind, whan wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves aff the trie? Mair fond of her charms, with my son in her O gentle death, whan wilt thou cum? For of my life I am wearie. My love was clad i' th' black velvet, But had I wist before I kisst, That love had been sae ill to win, I had lockt my heart in a case of gowd, TODLEN HAME. There's Johnie Smith has got a wife My cogie, Sirs, &c.—BURNS. CAULD KAIL IN ABERDEEN. THERE'S cauld kail in Aberdeen, THIS is, perhaps, the first bottle song that Gie me a lass baith clean and tight, ever was composed.-BURNS. WHEN I've a saxpence under my thumb. But ay when I'm poor they bid me gae by; Coudna my loove come todlen hame? Fair-fa' the goodwife, and send her good sale, As round as a neep, come todlen hame. My kimmer and I lay down to sleep, Sae round as my loove comes todlen hame. Leeze me on liquor, my todlen dow, Ye're ay sae good humour'd when weeting your mou; When sober sae sour, ye'll fight wi' a flee, CAULD KAIL IN ABERDEEN. To dance the Reel of Bogie. In foursome reels the Scotch delight, Come, lads, and view your partners well, Now ilka lad has got a lass, 1 Now a' the lads hae done their best, Come now, my lads, and tak your glass, In wishing health to every lass THIS song is by the Duke of Gordon.-The To dance the Reel of Bogie. verses are, THERE'S cauid kail in Aberdeen, And castocks in Strabogie; When ilka lad maun hae his lass, Then fye, gie me my engie. My cogie, Sirs, my cogie, Sirs, I cannot want my cogie : I wadna gie my three-girr'd stoup For a' the quenes on Bogie. WE RAN AND THEY RAN, THE author of We ran and they ran, and they run and we ran, &c. was the late Rev Murdoch M Lennan, minister at Crathie, Des side.-BURNS. Brave Mar and Panmure + Were firm I am sure, The latter was kidnapt awa', man, Brave Harry retook His brother, and laught at them a', man.' Grave Marshall and Lithgow, § The redcoats took flight and awa', man. Strathmore ++ and Clanronald Till both these heroes did fa', man; || * John (Erskine) Earl of Mar, commander-in-chief of the Chevalier's army; a nobleman of great spirit, honour, and abilities. He died at Aix-la-Chapelle in 1732. † James (Maule) Earl of Panmure; died at Paris, 1723. Honourable Harry Maule, brother to the Earl The circumstance here alluded to is thus related in the Earl of Mar's printed account of the engagement :"The prisoners taken by us were very civilly used, and none of them stript. Some were allow'd to return to Stirling upon their parole, &c... The few prisoners taken by the enemy on our left were most of them stript and wounded after taken. The Earl of Panmure being first of the prisoners wounded after taken. They having refused his parole, he was left in a vil lage, and by the hasty retreat of the enemy, upon the approach of our army, was rescu'd by his brother and his servants." George (Keith) Earl Marischall, then a youth at college. He died at his government of Neufchatel in 1771. His brother, the celebrated Marshall Keith, was with him in this battle. James (Livingston) Earl of Calendar and Linlithgow: attainted. Alexander M'Donald of Glengary, laird of a clan; a brave and spirited chief: attainted. ** Thomas Drummond of Logie-Almond; com. manded the two battalions of Drummonds. He was • The battle of Dumblain or Sheriff-muir was fought the 13th of November 1715, between the Earl of Mar, for the Chevalier, and the Duke of Argyle for the go-wounded. vernment. Both sides claimed the victory, the left ++ John (Lyon) Earl of Strathmore; "a man of wing of either army being routed. The capture of good parts, of a most amiable disposition and charac Preston, it is very remarkable, happened on the same ter." day. #Ranald M'Donald, Captain of Clan Ranald. John (Campbell) 2d Duke of Argyle, commander-N. B. The Captain of a clan was one who, being next in-chief of the government forces; a nobleman of great or near in blood to the Chief, headed them in his infan talents and integrity, much respected by all parties:cy or absence. died 1743. "We have lost to our regret, the Earl of Strathmore and the Captain of Clan Ranald." Earl of Mar's Letter to the Governor of Perth. Again, printed ac count:-"We cann't find above 60 of our men in all kill'd, among whom were the Earl of Strathmore [and] the Captain of Clan Ranald, both much lamented." The latter, "for his good parts and gentle accomplishments, was look'd upon as the most gallant and generous young gentleman among the clans. He was lamented by both parties that knew him." His servant, who lay on the field watching his dead body, being asked next day who that was, answered, He was a man yesterday.—Boswell's Journey to the He brides, p. 359. Archibald (Douglas) Earl of Forfar, who commanded a regiment in the Duke's army. He is said to have been shot in the knee, and to have had ten or twelve cuts in his head from the broad-swords, He died a few days after of his wounds, |