His bonnet stood ay fou round on his brow; And now he gaes dandering** about the dykes, Were I young for thee, as I hae been, We shou'd hae been galloping down on yon green, And linking it on the lily-white lee ; And wow gin I were but young for thee! And linking, &c. * So Lord Hailes; Ramsay and others read 'drooping.' THE YOUNG MAN'S DREAM. is the composition of Balloon Tytler. THIS song STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT.* THIS air is the composition of one of the worthiest and best-hearted men living-Allan Masterton, schoolmaster in Edinburgh. As he and I were both sprouts of jacobitism, we agreed to dedicate the words and air to that cause. To tell the matter of fact, except when my passions were heated by some accidental cause, my jacobitism was merely by way of vive la bagatelle. Thickest night, o'erhang my dwelling Howling tempests o'er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, Crystal streamlets gently flowing, Supposed to mean James, Viscount Strathallan, whose father, Viscount William, was killed at the battle of Culloden. He escaped to France. In the cause of right engaged, But the heavens deny'd success. THE chorus of this is old; the two stanzas áre When a' the hills are cover'd wi' snaw, I'm sure it's winter fairly. Cold blaws the wind frae east to west, Sae loud and shrill's I hear the blast, I'm sure it's winter fairly. The birds sit chittering in the thorn, THE TEARS OF SCOTLAND. DR. Blacklock told me that Smollet, who was at bottom a great jacobite, composed these beautiful and pathetic verses on the infamous depredations of the Duke of Cumberland, after the battle of Culloden. Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn The wretched owner sees, afar, What boots it then, in ev'ry clime, rage The rural pipe and merry lay, 1 No more shall cheer the happy day: |