Yet the doctors they do a' agree, Though I can baith get wine and ale, To play farewell to whisky, O Forbid like Highland whisky, O. Come, a' ye powers o' music, come; To say, Fareweel to whisky, O. On gude auld Highland whisky, O. THE LAMMIE. HECTOR MACNEILL. Tune-" Whar hae ye been a' day." WHAR hae ye been a' day, My boy Tammy? I've been by burn and flow'ry brae, Just come frae her mammy. And whar gat ye that young thing, I got her down in yonder howe, What said ye to the bonnie bairn, I praised her een, sae lovely blue, She said she'd tell her mammy. I held her to my beating heart, My young, my smiling lammie! I maunna leave my mammy. We'll tak her hame and mak her fain, My ain kind-hearted lammie. Has she been to the kirk wi' thee, She has been to the kirk wi' me, THE WEE WIFIKIE. DR. A. GEDDES. Tune" The wee bit Wifikie." THERE was a wee bit wifikie was comin' frae the fair, Had got a wee bit drappikie, that bred her muckle care; It gaed about the wifie's heart, and she began to spew: O! quo' the wifikie, I wish I binna fou. If Johnnie find me barley-sick, I'm sure he'll claw my skin; But I'll lie doun and tak a nap before that I gae in. Sittin' at the dyke-side, and takin' o' her nap, Wi' a little pack, quo she, wi' a little pack, He's clippit a' her gowden locks, sae bonnie and sae lang; He's ta'en her purse and a' her placks, and fast awa he ran : And when the wife wakened, her head was like a bee, Oh! quo' the wifikie, this is nae me. This is nae me, quo' she, this is nae me; me. I met wi' kindly company, and birl'd my bawbee! And still, if this be Bessikie, three `placks re main wi' me: And I will look the pursie neuks, see gin the cunyie be ; There's neither purse nor plack about me! This is nae me, This is nae me, &c. I have a little housikie, but and a kindly man: A dog, they ca' him Doussikie; if this be me, he'll fawn; SCENES of woe and scenes of pleasure, The nicht was late, and dang out weet, and, Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure, oh, but it was dark; Now a sad and last adieu! Bonny Doon, sae sweet and gloamin, Bowers, adieu, whare Love, decoying, First inthrall'd this heart o' mine, Sweets that Mem'ry ne'er shall tyne! Friends, so near my bosom ever, Then the stroke, O, how severe ! Tho' 'tis doubly dear to me! How much happier would I be ! Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure, Scenes that former thoughts renew, TIBBIE FOWLER. Tune-" Tibbie Fowler." TIBBIE FOWLER o' the Glen, There's ower mony wooing at her; There's ower mony wooing at her. That a' the lads are wooing at her. Ten cam east, and ten cam west; Said to have been written by the Rev. Dr. Strachan, late minister of Carnwath, although cer tainly grounded upon a song of older standing, the name of which is mentioned in the Tea-Table Miscel lany. The two first verses of the song appeared in Herd's Collection, 1776. There is a tradition at Leith that Tibbie Fowler was A Jacobite allusion, probably to the change of the a real person, and married, some time during the se Stuart for the Brunswick dynasty, in 1714. venteenth century, to the representative of the attainted family of Logan of Restalrig, whose town-house, dated 1636, is still pointed out at the head of a street in Leith, called the Sheriff-brae. The marriage.com. tract between Logan and Isabella Fowler is still extant, in the possession of a gentleman resident at Leith| See Campbell's History of Leith, note, p. 314. KIND ROBIN LO'ES ME. Tune" Robin lo'es me." These two verses, which are in a style wonderfully tender and chaste for their age, were written by a Mr. Douglas of Fingland, upon Anne, one of the four daughters of Sir Robert Laurie, first Baronet of Maxwelton, by his second wife, who was a daughter of For Robin has the art to lo'e; Riddell of Minto. As Sir Robert was created a baronet in the year 1685, it is probable that the verses Sae to his suit I mean to bow, were composed about the end of the seventeenth or the beginning of the eighteenth century. It is painful to record, that, notwithstanding the ardent and chivalrous affection displayed by Mr. Douglas in his poem, he did not obtain the heroine for a wife: She was married to Mr. Ferguson of Craigdarroch.-See "A Ballad Book," (printed at Edinburgh in 1824), p. 107. Because I ken he lo'es me. Happy, happy was the shower, And kenn'd that Robin lo'ed me. They speak of napkins, speak of rings, THE poets, what fools they're to deave us, How ilka ane's lassie's sae fine; The tane is an angel—and, save us ! The neist ane you meet wi's divine! The earth an' the sea they've ransackit By chiels that the truth winna tell? To say, Lass, ye're just like your sell? An' then there's nae end to the evil, Though his flocks and herds were not few, She gave him her hand, and a kiss beside, And vow'd she'd for ever be true. Bonny Jockey, blythe and free, Won her heart right merrily: At church she no more frowning, cried, “No, no, it will not do; I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle too." MY LUVE'S IN GERMANIE. Tune-" My luve's in Germanie." My luve's in Germanie; O was na' she worthy o' kisses, O gang to the kye wi' me, my love, Ower the burn and through the broom, I hae a house a biggin, O gang to the kye wi' me, my love, I hae a house a biggin, Anither that's like to fa', SAW YE MY FATHER? Tune-" Saw ye my father?" "O SAW ye my father, or saw ye my mother, Or saw ye my true love John?" "I saw not your father, I saw not your mother, But I saw your true love John." "It's dow ten at night, and the stars gie nae light, And the bells they ring ding dong; He's met with some delay, that causeth him to stay; But he will be here ere long." The surly auld carle did naething but snarle, From an old MS. copy. The song seems to have been first printed in Herd's Collection, 17764 |