Without the help of art, Like flowers which grace the wild, Whene'er she spoke or smil❜d. I wish'd her for my bride. O had I all that wealth, HOPETON's high mountains* fill, And pleasure at my will; I'd promise and fulfil, That none but bonny she, The lass of Patie's mill Shou'd share the same wi' me. * Thirty-three miles south-west of Edinburgh, where the Eart of Hopeton's mines of gold and lead are. THE TURNIMSPIKE. THERE is a stanza of this excellent song for local humour, omitted in this set, where I have placed the asterisms.* Hersell pe highland shentleman, Amang te lawland whig, man. Fal, &c. First when her to the lawlands came, There was nae laws about him's nerse, Nainsell did wear the philabeg, The plaid prick't on her shouder; * Burns had placed the asterisms between the 9th and 10th But for whereas these cursed preeks, Every ting in de highlands now The sodger dwall at our door-sheek, Scotland be turn't a Ningland now, Anither law came after dat, Me never saw de like, man; They mak a lang road on de crund, An' wow! she pe a ponny road, Like Louden corn-rigs, man; They sharge a penny for ilka horse, D They tak the horse then py te head, And Nae doubt, Nainsell maun traw his purse, But I'll awa to the Highland hills, Fal, &c. HIGHLAND LADDIE. As this was a favorite theme with our later Scotish muses, there are several airs and songs of that name. That which I take to be the oldest, is to be found in the Musical Museum, beginning, I hae been at Crookie-den.*-One reason for my thinking * I hae been at Crookie-den,* My bonnie laddie, Highland laddie ; My bonie laddie, Highland laddie. * A vulgar cant name for Hell. There so is, that Oswald has it in his collection by the name of The auld Highland Laddie.—It is also known by the name of Jinglan Johnie, which is a well-known song of four or five stanzas, and seems to be an earlier song than Jacobite times. As a proof of this, it is little known to the peasantry by the name of Highland Laddie; while every body knows Jinglan Johnie. The song begins, Jinglan John, the meickle man, He met wi' a lass was blythe and bonie. Another Highland Laddie is also in the Museum, vol. v. which I take to be Ramsay's original, as he has borrowed the chorus "O my bonie Highland lad, There our faes that burnt and slew, My bonie laddie, Highland laddie; The bluidy monster gae a yell, My bonie laddie, Highland laddie; |