CARLE, AN THE KING COME. Carle, an the king come→ Carle, an the king come, Thou shalt dance, and I will sing, Carle, an the king come. An somebody were come again, Then somebody maun cross the main ; I trow we swapped for the worse, When yellow corn grows on the rigs, Nae mair wi' pinch and drouth we'll dine, But quaff our waughts o' rosie wine, Carle, an the king come. Cogie, an the king come, Cogie, an the king come, I'se be fou, and thou'se be toom, Cogie, an the king come. The concluding verse of this old Jacobite chant is a fair specimen of the drunken loyalty with which many noblemen and squires of low degree cherished the memory and the hopes of the house of Stuart. They could carouse and empty the cup to any cause. The song has long been a favourite, and many variations are known among the peasantry. MACDONALD'S GATHERING. Come along, my brave clans, There's nae friends sae staunch and true; Come along, my brave clans, There's nae lads sae leal as you. Come along, Clan-Donuil, Frae 'mang your birks and heather braes, Come with bold Macalister, Wilder than his mountain raes. Gather, gather, gather, From Loch Morer to Argyle; Come from Castle Tuirim, Come from Moidart and the Isles: Macallan is the hero That will lead you to the field. Gather, bold Siolallain, Sons of them that never yield. Gather, gather, gather, Gather from Lochaber glens; Come from Taroph, Roy, and Spean. Gather, brave Clan-Donuil, Many sons of might you know; Lenochan's your brother, Aucterechtan and Glencoe. Gather, gather, gather, 'Tis your prince that needs your arm; Though Macconnel leaves you, Dread no danger or alarm. Come from field or foray, Come from sickle and from plough; Come from cairn and correi, From deer-wake and driving too. Gather, bold Clan-Donuil, Come with haversack and cord; Come not late with meal or cake, But come with durk, and gun, and sword. Plenty bides by dale and burn; Gather, brave Clan-Donuil, Riches wait on your return. This song, we are told by Mr. Hogg in his Reliques, is a genuine highland lyric, translated by a lady of the family of the Macdonnells. It is full of animation and bustle. It resembles very closely, in several passages, the inimitable" Pibroch of Donuil Dhu," by Sir Walter Scott. THE JACOBITE MUSTER-ROLL. Duncan's coming, Donald's coming, Little wat ye wha's coming- Borland and his men's coming, Wigton's coming, Nithsdale's coming, Derwentwater and Foster's coming, Blythe Cowhill and a's coming. 1 buto The laird of M'Intosh is coming, They gloom, they glour, they look sae big, Jock, and Tam, and a's coming. This lyric is a curious example of highland song, but it gives a very imperfect list of the noblemen and gentlemen who followed the fortunes of the house of Stuart. It seems to have been written about the time of the Earl of Marr's march to Sheriffmuir, yet many of the principal chiefs are forgotten: where is Athol, Breadalbane, Ogilvie, Keith, and Stuart? I shall not attempt any account of all the names signalized in this song-some are known to history, and others are beyond the historian's power. The Gordons were the first to join, and the first to run away; the Macgregors loved plunder better than the line of the Stuarts; the laird of Macintosh was the leader of ten small combined clans; the Macdonalds brought four powerful and independent clans; the Mackenzies of Seaforth appeared at the head of their warlike name; and the Macphersons, next to the Macintoshes in |