And then Redcastle drew his sword,
That ne'er was stain'd wi' gore,
Save on a wand'rer lame and blind,
To drive him frae his door.

And last cam creepin Collieston,
Was mair in fear than wrath;
Ae knave was constant in his mind-
To keep that knave frae scaith.

BALLAD FOURTH

THE TROGGER

Tune-"Buy Broom Besoms."

WHA Will buy my troggin, fine election ware,
Broken trade o' Broughton, a' in high repair?

Chorus-Buy braw troggin frae the banks o'
Dee;

Wha wants troggin let him come to

me.

There's a noble Earl's fame and high renown,
For an auld sang-it's thought the gudes were

Here's the worth o' Broughton in a needle's e'e;
Here's a reputation tint by Balmaghie.
Buy braw troggin, &c.

Here's its stuff and lining, Cardoness's head,
Fine for a soger, a' the wale o' lead.

Buy braw troggin, &c.

Cheap merchandise

Cheap Here's a little wadset, Buittle's scrap o' truth, merch- Pawn'd in a gin-shop, quenching holy drouth. Buy braw troggin, &c.

andise

Here's an honest conscience might a prince
adorn ;

Frae the downs o' Tinwald, so was never worn.
Buy braw troggin, &c.

Here's armorial bearings frae the manse o' Urr;
The crest, a sour-crab apple, rotten at the core.
Buy braw troggin, &c.

Here is Satan's picture, like a bizzard gled,
Pouncing poor Redcastle, sprawlin like a taed.
Buy braw troggin, &c.

Here's the font where Douglas stane and mortar

names;

Lately used at Caily christening Murray's crimes.
Buy braw troggin, &c.

Here's the worth and wisdom Collieston can

boast;

By a thievish midge they had been nearly lost.
Buy braw troggin, &c.

Here is Murray's fragments o' the ten commands;
Gifted by black Jock to get them aff his hands.
Buy braw troggin, &c.

Saw ye e'er sic troggin? if to buy ye're slack,
Hornie's turnin chapman-he'll buy a' the pack.
Buy braw troggin, &c.

THE DEAN OF FACULTY

A NEW BALLAD

Tune-"The Dragon of Wantley."

DIRE was the hate at old Harlaw,
That Scot to Scot did carry;
And dire the discord Langside saw
For beauteous, hapless Mary :
But Scot to Scot ne'er met so hot,
Or were more in fury seen, Sir,

Than 'twixt Hal and Bob for the famous job,
Who should be the Faculty's Dean, Sir.

This Hal for genius, wit and lore,

Among the first was number'd;
But pious Bob, 'mid learning's store,
Commandment the tenth remember'd:
Yet simple Bob the victory got,

And wan his heart's desire,

Which shews that heaven can boil the pot,
Tho' the devil piss in the fire.

Squire Hal, besides, had in this case.

Pretensions rather brassy;

For talents, to deserve a place,
Are qualifications saucy.

So their worships of the Faculty,

Quite sick of merit's rudeness,

Chose one who should owe it all, d'ye see,

To their gratis grace and goodness.

As once on Pisgah purg'd was the sight

Of a son of Circumcision,

So may be, on this Pisgah height,
Bob's purblind mental vision

Erskine and

Dundas

Dean of

The Nay, Bobby's mouth may be opened yet, Till for eloquence you hail him, Faculty And swear that he has the angel met That met the ass of Balaam.

In your heretic sins may you live and die,
Ye heretic Eight-and-Thirty!
But accept, ye sublime Majority,
My congratulations hearty.

With your honours, as with a certain king,
In your servants this is striking,
The more incapacity they bring,
The more they're to your liking.

This issue of the "Poems and Songs of

Robert Burns" has been edited by Mr W. A. CRAIGIE, M.A. St Andrews, B.A. Oriel College, Oxford, a member of the editorial staff of the Oxford New English Dictionary," author of "A Primer of Burns," c.

Mr CRAIGIE has revised the text, and added the Marginalia, the Notes, and Glossaries.

The pieces in each group are arranged in the order of composition, so far as this has been made

out.

November 15th, 1898.

I. G.