And Major Bowle, that worthy soul, For to get mony a wound, man: Frae whom he call'd for aid, man, He made sic haste, sae spur'd his beast, The Scots were rebels a', man ; His use and wont to lie, man; And Caddell drest, amang the rest, With gun and good claymore, man, On gelding grey he rode that way, With pistols set before, man; The cause was good, he'd spend his blood, Before that he would yield, man; But the night before he left the cor, And never fac'd the field, man. But gallant Roger, like a soger, Stood and bravely fought, man; I'm wae to tell, at last he fell, But mae down wi' him brought, man: At point of death, wi' his last breath, (Some standing round in ring, man), On's back lying flat, he wav'd his hat, And cry'd, God save the king, man. Some Highland rogues, like hungry dogs, Are deck'd wi spoils of war, man; Was ne'er sae pra before, man. At the thorn-tree, which you may see The clans pursuing still, man. I never saw the like, man; That afternoon, when a' was done, I'd better staid away, man: • Another volunteer Presbyterian minister, who said he would convince the rebels of their error by the dint of his pistols; having, for that purpose, two in his pockets, two in his holsters, and one in his belt. Mr. Myrie was a student of physic, from Jamaica; he entered as a volunteer in Cope's army, and was miserably mangled by the broadsword. i. e. He suffered severely in the cause. James Gardiner, Colonel of a regiment of horse. This gentleman's conduct, however celebrated, does STREPHON AND LYDIA. Tune-" The Gordon's had the Guiding o't." THE following account of this song I had from Dr. Blacklock. The Strephon and Lydia mentioned ia the not seem to have proceeded so much from the gene-song were perhaps the loveliest couple of their rous ardour of a noble and heroic mind, as from a time. The gentleman was commonly known spirit of religious enthusiasm, and a bigoted reliance by the name of Beau Gibson. The lady was on the Presbyterian doctrine of predestination, which rendered it a matter of perfect indifference whether he left the field or remained in it. Being deserted by his troop, he was killed by a Highlander, with a Lochaber axe. Colonel Gardiner having, when a gay young man, at Paris, made an assignation with a lady, was, as he pretended, not only deterred from keeping his appointment, but thoroughly reclaimed from all such thoughts in future, by an apparition. See his Life by Doddridge. the Gentle Jean, celebrated somewhere in Mr. 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 connection, Strephon was sent abroad with a commission, and perished in Admiral Vernon's expedition to Carthagena. The author of the song was William Wallace, Esq. of Cairnhill, in Ayrshire.-BURNS. ALL lovely on the sultry beach, No hand the cordial draught to reach, Far distant from the mournful scene, I'M O'ER YOUNG TO MARRY YET. Syne a' my kin will say and swear, I drown'd mysell for sin.Haud the better be the brae, Janet, Janet, Haud the better be the brae, My Jo, Janet. Good Sir, for your courtesie, Coming through Aberdeen, then, For the luve ye bear to me, Buy me a pair of sheen, then.- But what if dancing on the green, Syne a' their fauts will no be seen, Kind Sir, for your courtesie, When ye gae to the Cross, then, For the luve ye bear to me, Buy me a pacing-horse, then. THE chorus of this song is old.-The rest of Pace upo' your spinning-wheel, it, such as it is, is mine.-BURNS. I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet; To take me frae my mammy yet. There is a stray, characteristic verse, which ought to be restored. My minnie coft me a new gown, The kirk maun hae the gracing o't; Ware I to lie wi' you, kind Sir, I'm feared ye'd spoil the lacing o't. I'm o'er young, &c. MY JO, JANET. JOHNSON, the publisher, with a foolish delicacy, refused to insert the last stanza of this humorous ballad.-BURNS. SWEET Sir, for your courtesie, When ye come by the Bass then, For the luve ye bear to me, Buy me a keeking-glass, then.Keek into the draw-well, Janet, Janet; And there ye'll see your bonny sell, My Jo, Janet. Keeking in the draw-well clear, What if I should fa' in, Janet, Janet; Pace upo' your spinning-wheel, My spinning-wheel is auld and stiff, But like it never wale a man, GUDE YILL COMES, AND GUDE YILL GOES. THIS song sings to the tune called The bottom of the punch bowl, of which a very good copy may be found in M'Gibbon's Collection. BURNS. Tune-"The Happy Farmer." O gude yill comes, and gude yill goes, I HAD sax owsen in a pleugh, And they drew teugh and weel eneugh; I had forty shillin in a clout, |Gude yill gart me pyke them out; And Simpson keen, to clear the een But gallop'd with the thrang, man: Was cleanly out of sight, man; And thought it best; it was nae jest Wi' Highlanders to fight, man. 'Mangst a' the gang nane bade the bang But Gard'ner brave did still behave While he had breath to draw, man. And Major Bowle, that worthy soul, For to get mony a wound, man: Frae whom he call'd for aid, man, He made sic haste, sae spur'd his beast, The Scots were rebels a', man; Another volunteer Presbyterian minister, who said he would convince the rebels of their error by the dint of his pistols; having, for that purpose, two in his pockets, two in his holsters, and one in his belt. Mr. Myrie was a student of physic, from Jamaica; he entered as a volunteer in Cope's army, and was miserably mangled by the broadsword. STREPHON AND LYDIA. Tune-" The Gordon's had the Guiding o't." THE following account of this song I had from Dr. Blacklock. i. c. He suffered severely in the cause. James Gardiner, Colonel of a regiment of horse. The Strephon and Lydia mentioned in the This gentleman's conduct, however celebrated, does song were perhaps the loveliest couple of their not seem to have proceeded so much from the generous ardour of a noble and heroic mind, as from a time. The gentleman was commonly known spirit of religious enthusiasm, and a bigoted reliance by the name of Beau Gibson. The lady was on the Presbyterian doctrine of predestination, which the Gentle Jean, celebrated somewhere in Mr. rendered it a matter of perfect indifference whether he left the field or remained in it. Being deserted by his Hamilton of Bangour's poems.-Having fretroop, he was killed by a Highlander, with a Lochaber quently 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. connection, Strephon was sent abroad with a To elude the bad consequences of such a axe. Colonel Gardiner having, when a gay young man, at Paris, made an assignation with a lady, was, as he pretended, not only deterred from keeping his ap. pointment, but thoroughly reclaimed from all such thoughts in future, by an apparition. See his Life by Doddridge. commission, and perished in Admiral Vernon's expedition to Carthagena. The author of the song was William Wallace, Esq. of Cairnhill, in Ayrshire.-BURNS. ALL lovely on the sultry beach, No hand the cordial draught to reach, To catch thy fleeting breath, Far distant from the mournful scene, I'M O'ER YOUNG TO MARRY YET. Syne a' my kin will say and swear, I drown'd mysell for sin.Hund the better be the brae, Janet, Janet, Haud the better be the brae, My Jo, Janet. Good Sir, for your courtesie, Coming through Aberdeen, then, For the luve ye bear to me, Buy me a pair of sheen, then.- But what if dancing on the green, Syne a' their fauts will no be seen, Kind Sir, for your courtesie, When ye gae to the Cross, then, For the luve ye bear to me, Buy me a pacing-horse, then. THE chorus of this song is old.-The rest of Pace upo' your spinning-wheel, it, such as it is, is mine.-BURNS. I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet; There is a stray, characteristic verse, which ought to be restored. My minnie coft me a new gown, The kirk maun hae the gracing o't; Ware I to lie wi' you, kind Sir, I'm feared ye'd spoil the lacing o't. I'm o'er young, &c. MY JO, JANET. JOHNSON, the publisher, with a foolish delicacy, refused to insert the last stanza of this humorous ballad.-BURNS. SWEET Sir, for your courtesie, When ye come by the Bass then, For the luve ye bear to me, Buy me a keeking-glass, then.— Keek into the draw-well, Janet, Janet; And there ye'll see your bonny sell, My Jo, Janet. Keeking in the draw-well clear, What if I should fa' in, Janet, Janet; Pace upo' your spinning-wheel, My spinning-wheel is auld and stiff, Employs right aft my hand, Sir.- But like it never wale a man, GUDE YILL COMES, AND GUDE YILL GOES. THIS song sings to the tune called The bottom of the punch bowl, of which a very good copy may be found in M'Gibbon's Collection.BURNS. Tune-"The Happy Farmer." O gude yill comes, and gude yill goes, Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon, I HAD sax owsen in a pleugh, And they drew teugh and weel eneugh; I drank them a' ane by ane, For gude yill keeps my heart aboon. I had forty shillin in a clout, That gear should moule I thought a sin, The meikle pot upon my back, It melted a' wi' the heat o' the moon, Gude yill hauds me bare and busy, I wish their fa' may be a gallows, O yude yill comes, and gude yill goes, WERE NA MY HEART LIGHT I WAD DIE. LORD HAILES, in the notes to his collection of ancient Scots poems, says that this song was the composition of a Lady Grissel Baillie, daughter of the first Earl of Marchmont, and wife of George Baillie, of Jerviswood.-Burns. THERE was anes a May, and she loo'd na men, She biggit her bonny bow'r down in yon glen; But now she cries dool! and a well-a-day! Come down the green gate, and come here away. But now she cries, &c. When bonny young Johny came o'er the sea, He hecht me, &c. He had a wee titty that loo'd name, That were na my heart light, I wad die. His kin was for ane of a higher degree, They said, I had neither cow nor caff, His titty she was baith wylie and slee, His bonnet stood ay fou round on his brow; And now he gaes' dandering' about the dykes, Were I young for thee, as I hae been, 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 Dry hope, 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, as it strongly mo-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 son-in-law binds himself to give him the profits of the first Michaelmas-moon.-BURNS. The day it was set, and the bridal to be, Till he vow'd he never wad see me again. The hand of Burns is visible here. The 1st and 6th verses only are the original ones. HAPPY'S the love which meets return, |