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Shall we sae sour and sulky sit,
To the Reel of Tullochgorum?
Be a' that's gude before him!
And dainties a great store o'm:
he never want a groat
But for the discontented fool,
And blackest fiends devour him!
And honest souls abhor him ;
The Reel of Tullochgorum.
* “ This first of songs,” says Burns," is the master-piece of my old friend SKINNER. He was passing the day, at the town of Cullen I think it was, in a friend's house whose name was Montgomery.-Mrs. MONTGOMERY observing, en spassant, that the beautiful reel of Tullochgorum wanted words, she begged them of Mr. SKINNER, who gratified her wishes, and the wishes of every lover of Scottish song, in this most excellent ballad."
CAULD KAIL IN ABERDEEN.
THERE's cauld kail in Aberdeen,
And custocks in Stra’bogie,
I canna want my coggie :
For a' the wives in Bogie.
Johnnie Smith has got a wife
Wha scrimps him o' his coggie;
I canna want my coggie ;
For a' the wives in Bogie.
'Twa-three todlin weans hae they,
The pride o' a' Stra’bogie;
Oh, wae betide the coggie!
That happen in Stra’bogie.
And what they maist did laugh at,
Oh, wae betide the coggie
Yet here's to ilka honest soul,
Wha'll drink wi' me a coggie;
I canna want my coggie;
For a the queans in Bogie.
'Twas in that season of the year,
Awake, sweet Muse! the breathing spring
O hark, my love! on ev'ry spray,
And love my rising bosom warms,
THE SPINNING O'T.
TUNE-" Rock and wee pickle tow.” Now Sandy, the winter's cauld blasts are awa,
And simmer, we've seen the beginning o't; I've lang been wearied o' frost and o’ snaw,
And sair hae 1 tir'd o' the spinning o't:
* It appears that these beautiful verses were the production of Richard Hewit, a young man that Dr. BLACKLOCK kept for some years as an amanuensis. He was a native of Cumberland, and was taken, when a boy, during the Doctor's residence in that quarter, to lead him. He addressed a copy of verses to the Doctor on quitting his service.--Among then are the following lines :
“ How oft these plains I've thoughtless prest;
When fate would steal a tear.” * Alluding,” as it is said in a note, “ to a sort of narrative songs, which make no inconsiderable part of the innocent amusements with which the country people pass the wintry nights, and of which the anthor of the present piece was a faithful rehearser."-Blacklock's Poems.
For when we were married our cleeding was thin,
And blessings hae followed the spinning o't.
When mornings were cauld, and the keen frost and snaw
Ware blawin', I mind the beginning o't,
My task was nae less at the spinning o't:
To mak us forget the beginning o't.
you gang, to toil in the cauld fields again,
A clear proof o' that is the spinning o't.
Altho' at our marriage our stock was bùt sma',
And heartless and hard the beginning o't,
And first my young skill tried the spinning o't;
Sic luck has been o' the beginning o't.
THE FRIEND THAT'S AWA.
The winter sat lang on the spring o' the year,