THE BLAITHRIE O'T. THE following is a set of this song, which was the earliest song I remember to have got by heart. When a child, an old woman sung it to me, and I picked it up, every word, at first hearing. "O Willy, weel I mind, I lent you my hand, To sing you a song which you did me command; Tho' my lassie hae nae scarlets or silks to put on, Tho' we hae nae horses or menzies at command, And we'll value not the gear and the blaithrie o't. If we hae ony babies, we'll count them as lent; I'll not meddle wi' th' affairs of the kirk or the queen ; They're nae matters for a sang, let them sink, let them swim ; On your kirk I'll ne'er encroach, but I'll hold it still remote, Sae tak this for the gear and the blaithrie o't." MAY EVE, OR KATE OF ABERDEEN. "KATE OF ABERDEEN" is, I believe, the work of poor Cunningham the player; of whom the following anecdote, though told before, deserves a recital. A fat dignitary of the church coming past Cunningham one Sunday, as the poor poet was busy plying a fishing-rod in some stream near Durham, his native county, his reverence reprimanded Cunningham very severely for such an occupation on such a day. The poor poet, with that inoffensive gentleness of manners which was his peculiar characteristic, replied, that he hoped God and his reverence would forgive his seeming profanity of that sacred day, Queen of Scots, told me that the songs marked C., in the Tea-table, were the composition of a Mr. Crawfurd, of the house of Achnames, who was afterwards unfortunately drowned coming from France.-As Tytler was most intimately acquainted with Allan Ramsay, I think the anecdote may be depended on. Of consequence, the beautiful song of Tweed Side is Mr. Crawfurd's, and indeed does great honour to his poetical talents. He was a Robert Crawfurd; the Mary he celebrates was a Mary Stewart, of the Castle-Milk family, afterwards married to a Mr. John Ritchie. I have seen a song, calling itself the original Tweed Side, and said to have been composed by a Lord Yester. It consisted of two stanzas, of which I still recollect the first "When Maggy and I was acquaint, I carried my noddle fu' hie; I woo'd, but I came nae great speed; And lay my banes far frae the Tweed." THE POSY. It appears evident to me that Oswald composed his Roslin Castle on the modulation of this air. In the second part of Oswald's, in the three first bars, he has either hit on a wonderful similarity to, or else he has entirely borrowed the three first bars of the old air; and the close of both tunes is almost exactly the same. The old verses to which it was sung, when I took down the notes from a country girl's voice, had no great merit.—The following is a specimen : "There was a pretty May, and a milkin she went; Wi' her red rosy cheeks, and her coal-black hair; O where are ye goin, my ain pretty May, THE MAID THAT TENDS THE GOATS. BY MR. DUDGEON. THIS Dudgeon is a respectable farmer's son in Berwickshire. I WISH MY LOVE WERE IN A MIRE. I NEVER heard more of the words of this old song than the title. ALLAN WATER. THIS Allan Water, which the composer of the music has honoured with the name of the air, I have been told is Allan Water, in Strathallan. She wad na hae a laird, nor wad she be a lady; MY AIN KIND DEARIE, O. THE old words of this song are omitted here, though much more beautiful than these inserted; which were mostly composed by poor Fergusson, in one of his merry humours. The old words began thus: "I'll rowe thee o'er the lea-rig, My ain kind dearie, O, I'll rowe thee o'er the lea-rig, My ain kind dearie, O. Altho' the night were ne'er sae wat, THERE'S NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE. THIS is one of the most beautiful songs in the Scots, or any other language.-The two lines, "And will I see his face again, And will I hear him speak?" as well as the two preceding ones, are unequalled almost by any thing I ever heard or read: and the lines, "The present moment is our ain, are worthy of the first poet. It is long posterior to Ramsay's days. About the year 1771, or 72, it came first on the streets as a ballad; and I suppose the composition of the song was not much anterior to that period. TARRY WOO. THIS is a very pretty song; but I fancy that the first half stanza, as well as the tune itself, are much older than the rest of the words. GRAMACHREE. THE song of Gramachree was composed by a Mr. Poe, a counsellor at law in Dublin. This anecdote I had from a gentleman who knew the lady, the "Molly," who is the subject of the song, and to whom Mr. Poe sent the first manuscript of his most beautiful verses. I do not remember any single line that has more true pathos than "How can she break that honest heart that wears her in its core!"' But as the song is Irish, it had nothing to do in this collection. THE COLLIER'S BONNIE LASSIE. THE first half stanza is much older than the days of Ramsay.—The old words began thus: "The collier has a dochter, and O! she's wonder bonnie! A laird he was that sought her, rich baith in lands and money. MARY SCOTT, THE FLOWER OF YARROW. MR. ROBERTSON, in his statistical account of the parish of Selkirk, says, that Mary Scott, the Flower of Yarrow, was descended from the Dryhope, and married into the Harden family. Her daughter was married to a predecessor of the present Sir Francis Elliot, of Stobbs, and of the late Lord Heathfield. There is a circumstance in their contract of marriage that merits attention, and it strongly marks the predatory spirit of the times. The father-in-law agrees to keep his daughter for some time after the marriage; for which the sonin-law binds himself to give him the profits of the first Michaelmas moon! DOWN THE BURN, DAVIE. I HAVE been informed, that the tune of "Down the burn, Davie," was the composition of David Maigh, keeper of the blood slough hounds belonging to the Laird of Riddel, in Tweeddale. BLINK O'ER THE BURN, SWEET BETTIE THE old words, all that I remember, are— "Blink over the burn, sweet Betty, It is a cauld winter night; It rains, it hails, it thunders, The moon she gies nae light: O, Betty will bake my bread, When I come over the dale. Blink over the burn, sweet Betty, Blink over the burn to me, And while I hae life, dear lassie, My ain sweet Betty thou's be." THE BLITHSOME BRIDAL. I FIND the "Blithsome Bridal" in James Watson's collection of Scots poems, printed at Edinburgh, in 1706. This collection, the publisher says, is the first of its nature which has been published in our native Scots dialect-it is now extremely scarce. JOHN HAY'S BONNIE LASSIE. JOHN HAY'S "Bonnie Lassie" was daughter of John Hay, Earl or Marquis of Tweeddale, and late Countess Dowager of Roxburgh. She died at Broomlands, near Kelso, some time between the years 1720 and 1740. THE BONIE BRUCKET LASSIE. THE two first lines of this song are all of it that is old. The rest of the song, as well as those songs in the Museum marked T., are the works of an obscure, tippling, but extraordinary body of the name of Tytler, commonly known by the name of Balloon Tytler, from his having projected a balloon: a mortal, who, though he drudges about Edinburgh as a common printer, with leaky shoes, a sky-lighted hat, and kneebuckles as unlike as George-by-the-grace-of-God, and Solomon-the-son-of-David; yet that same unknown drunken mortal is author and compiler of three-fourths of Elliot's pompous Encyclopedia Britannica, which he composed at half a guinea a week! SAE MERRY AS WE TWA HA'E BEEN. THIS song is beautiful.-The chorus in particular is truly pathetic. I never could learn any thing of its author. CHORUS. "Sae merry as we twa ha'e been, Sae merry as we twa ha'e been; My heart is like for to break, When I think on the days we ha'e seen." THE BANKS OF FORTH. THIS air is Oswald's. THE BUSH ABOON TRAQUAIR. THIS is another beautiful song of Mr. Crawfurd's composition. In the neighbourhood of Traquair, tradition still shows the old " Bush ;" which, when I saw it, in the year 1787, was composed of eight or nine ragged birches. The Earl of Traquair has planted a clump of trees near by, which he calls "The new Bush." VOL. II. CROMLET'S LILT. THE following interesting account of this plaintive dirge was communicated to Mr. Riddel by Alexander Fraser Tytler, Esq., of Woodhouselee. "In the latter end of the sixteenth century, the Chisolms were proprietors of the estate of Cromlecks (now possessed by the Drummonds). The eldest son of that family was very much attached to a daughter of Sterling of Ardoch, commonly known by the name of Fair Ellen of Ardoch. "At that time the opportunities of meeting betwixt the sexes were more rare, consequently more sought after than now; and the Scottish ladies, far from priding themselves on extensive literature, were thought sufficiently book-learned if they could make out the Scriptures in their mother-tongue. Writing was entirely out of the line of female education. At that period the most of our young men of family sought a fortune, or found a grave, in France. Cromlus, when he went abroad to the war, was obliged to leave the management of his correspondence with his mistress to a lay-brother of the monastery of Dumblain, in the immediate neighbourhood of Cromleck, and near Ardoch. This man, unfortunately, was deeply sensible of Helen's charms. He artfully prepossessed her with stories to the disadvantage of Cromlus; and by misinterpreting or keeping up the letters and messages intrusted to his care, he entirely irritated both. All connexion was broken off betwixt them; Helen was inconsolable, and Cromlus has left behind him, in the ballad called Cromlet's Lilt,' a proof of the elegance of his genius, as well as the steadiness of his love. "When the artful monk thought time had sufficiently softened Helen's sorrow, he proposed himself as a lover: Helen was obdurate: but at last, overcome by the persuasions of her brother, with whom she lived, and who, having a family of thirty-one children, was probably very well pleased to get her off his hands-she submitted, rather that consented, to the ceremony; but there her compliance ended; and, when forcibly put into bed, she started quite frantic from it, screaming out, that after three gentle taps on the wainscot, at the bed-head, she heard Cromlus's voice, crying, 'Helen, Helen, mind me!' Cromlus soon after coming home, the treachery of the confidant was discovered,-her marriage disannulled, and Helen became Lady Cromlecks." N.B. Marg. Murray, mother to these thirtyone children, was daughter to Murray of Strewn, one of the seventeen sons of Tullybardine, and whose youngest son, commonly called the Tutor of Ardoch, died in the year 1715, aged 111 years. 3 к MY DEARIE, IF THOU DIE. ANOTHER beautiful song of Crawfurd's. "O corn rigs and rye rigs, O corn rigs are bonie ; And where'er you meet a bonie lass, Preen up her cockernony." SHE ROSE AND LOOT ME IN. THE old set of this song, which is still to be found in printed collections, is much prettier than this; but somebody, I believe it was Ramsay, took it into his head to clear it of some seeming indelicacies, and made it at once more chaste and more dull. THE MUCKING OF GEORDIE'S BYRE. THE chorus of this song is old; the rest is the work of Balloon Tytler. GO TO THE EWE-BUGHTS, MARION. I AM not sure if this old and charming air be of the South, as is commonly said, or of the North of Scotland. There is a song, apparently as ancient as "Ewe-bughts, Marion," which sings to the same tune, and is evidently of the North. -It begins thus : "The Lord o' Gordon had three dochters, Mary, Marget, and Jean, They wad na stay at bonie Castle Gordon, LEWIS GORDON. THIS air is a proof how one of our Scots tunes comes to be composed out of another. I have one of the earliest copies of the song, and it has prefixed, "Tune of Tarry Woo." Of which tune a different set has insensibly varied into a different air.-To a Scots critic, the pathos of the line, "Tho' his back be at the wa'," -must be very striking. It needs not a Jacobite prejudice to be affected with this song. The supposed author of "Lewis Gordon" was a Mr. Geddes, priest, at Shenval, in the Ainzie. O HONE A RIE. DR. BLACKLOCK informed me that this song was composed on the infamous massacre of Glencoe. BIDE YE YET. THERE is a beautiful song to this tune, beginning, "Alas, my son, you little know," which is the composition of Miss Jenny Graham, of Dumfries. WAUKIN O' THE FAULD. THERE are two stanzas still sung to this tune, which I take to be the original song whence Ramsay composed his beautiful song of that name in the "Gentle Shepherd."—It begins, "O will ye speak at our town, As ye come frae the fauld." I regret that, as in many of our old songs, the delicacy of this old fragment is not equal to its wit and humour. TRANENT-MUIR. "TRANENT-MUIR" was composed by a Mr. Skirving, a very worthy respectable farmer near Haddington. I have heard the anecdote often, that Lieut. Smith, whom he mentions in the ninth stanza, came to Haddington after the publication of the song, and sent a challenge to Skirving to meet him at Haddington, and answer for the unworthy manner in which he had noticed him in his song. 66 'Gang away back," said the honest farmer, "and tell Mr. Smith that I hae nae leisure to come to Haddington; but tell him to come here, and I'll tak a look o' him, and if I think I'm fit to fecht him, I'll fecht him ; and if no, I'll do as he did-I'll rin awa." I'LL NEVER LEAVE THee. THIS is another of Crawfurd's songs, but I do not think in his happiest manner.-What an absurdity, to join such names as Adonis and Mary together! CORN RIGS ARE BONIE. ALL the old words that ever I could meet to this air were the following, which seem to have been an old chorus: TO THE WEAVERS GIN YE GO. THE chorus of this song is old, the rest of it is mine. Here, once for all, let me apologize for many silly compositions of mine in this work. Many beautiful airs wanted words; in the hurry of other avocations, if I could string a parcel of rhymes together anything near tolerable, I was fain to let them pass. He must be an excellent poet indeed whose every performance is excellent. POLWARTH ON THE GREEN. THE author of "Polwarth on the Green" is Capt. John Drummond M'Gregor, of the family of Bochaldie. STREPHON AND LYDIA. THE following account of this song I had from Dr. Blacklock. The Strephon and Lydia mentioned in the song were perhaps the loveliest couple of their time. The gentleman was commonly known by the name of Beau Gibson. The lady was the "Gentle Jean," celebrated somewhere in Hamilton of Bangour's poems.-Having frequently met at public places, they had formed a reciprocal attachment, which their friends thought dangerous, as their resources were by no means adequate to their tastes and habits of life. To elude the bad consequences of such a connexion, Strephon was sent abroad with a commission, and perished in Admiral Vernon's expedition to Carthagena. The author of this song was William Wallace, Esq., of Cairnhill, in Ayrshire. THE HIGHLAND LASSIE, O. THIS was a composition of mine in very early life, before I was known at all in the world. My Highland lassie was a warm-hearted, charming young creature as ever blessed a man with generous love. After a pretty long tract of the most ardent reciprocal attachment, we met by appointment on the second Sunday of May, in a sequestered spot by the banks of Ayr, where we spent the day in taking a farewell before she should embark for the West Highlands, to arrange matters among her friends for our projected change of life. At the close of autumn following she crossed the sea to meet me at Greenock, where she had scarce landed when she was seized with a malignant fever, which hurried my dear girl to the grave in a few days, before I could even hear of her last illness. FIFE, AND A' THE LANDS ABOUT IT. THIS song is Dr. Blacklock's. He, as well as I, often gave Johnson verses, trifling enough perhaps, but they served as a vehicle to the music. |