'I now for ever bid adieu To thee, my Andrew Lammie; Ere ye come back, I will be laid In the green kirkyard of Fyvie." He hied him to the head of the house, Her father lock'd the door at night, And when he heard the trumpet sound, "My father dear, I pray forbear, And reproach no more your Annie ; For I'd rather hear that cow to low Than hae a' the kine in Fyvie. "I would not for my braw new gown, And a' your gifts sae many, That it were told in Fyvie's land, "But if ye strike me, I will cry, And gentlemen will hear me; Lord Fyvie will be riding by, And he'll come in and see me." At the same time, the Lord came in, He said, "What ails thee, Annie?" “'Tis all for love now I must die, For bonnie Andrew Lammie." "Pray, Mill o' Tiftie, gie consent, And let your daughter marry.' "It will be with some higher match Than the Trumpeter of Fyvie." "If she were come of as high a kind "It's Fyvie's lands are fair and wide, Her father struck her wondrous sore, Her sisters always did her scorn; Her brother struck her wondrous sore, "Alas! my father and mother dear, "O mother dear, make ye my bed, "Ye neighbours hear, both far and near, "No kind of vice e'er stain'd my life, Her mother then she made her bed, But the word soon went up and down, Lord Fyvie he did wring his hands, "O woe betide Mill o' Tiftie's pride, Her father sorely now laments Her mother grieves both air and late, But now, alas! it was too late, When Andrew hame from Edinbro' came, "Now I will on to Tiftie's den, Where the burn runs clear and bonnie; With tears I'll view the Bridge of Sleugh,* Where I parted last with Annie. "Then will I speed to the churchyard, Ye parents grave, who children have, * "Sleugh" in one printed copy this is "Sheugh," and in a recited copy it was called "Skew;" but which is the right reading, the editor, from his ignorance of the topography of the lands of Fyvie, is unable to say. It is a received superstition in Scotland, that when friends or lovers part at a bridge, they shall never again meet.-W. M. THE WEARY COBLE O' CARGILL. This local ballad, which commemorates some real event, is given from the recitation of an old woman, residing in the neighbourhood of Cambusmichael, Perthshire. It possesses the elements of good poetry, and, had it fallen into the hands of those who make no scruple of interpolating and corrupting the text of oral song, it might have been made, with little trouble, a very interesting and pathetic composition. Kercock and Balathy are two small villages on the banks of the Tay; the latter is nearly opposite Stobhall. According to tradition, the ill-fated hero of the ballad had a leman in each of these places, and it was on the occasion of his paying a visit to his Kercock love that the jealous dame in "Balathy toun," from a revengeful feeling, scuttled the boat in which he was to re-cross the Tay to Stobhall. -MOTHERWELL. DAVID DRUMMOND's destinie, Gude man o' appearance o' Cargill; She was the lass o' Balathy toun, His bed was made in Kercock ha', But on the prude waters he wud gae. His bed was made in Balathy toun, Of the clean sheets and of the strae; Into the bottom o' bonnie Tay. |