And kiss'd and clap'd her there fu' lang, I said, My lassie, will ye gang To the Highland hills, some Earse to learn? And I'll gie thee baith cow and ewe, When ye come to the brig of Earn. Syne when the trees are in their bloom, nnnnn THE MAID THAT TENDS THE GOATS. Up amang yon cliffy rocks, Sweetly rings the rising echo, To the maid that tends the goats, Lilting o'er her native notes. Hark, she sings, Young Sandy's kind, Here's a brotch I ne'er shall tine, Sandy herds a flock o' sheep; Brawly can he dance and sing, Seem short, tho' they were e'er sae lang. THE FLOWER OF YARROW. In ancient times, as songs rehearse, Mary Scot, the flower of Yarrow. Our fathers with such beauty fir'd, Though matchless then, yet here's her marrow, Whose beauty, unadorn❜d by art, With virtue join'd, attracts each heart; For ever cease Italian noise; Let every string and every voice "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, as 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 son-in-law binds himself to give him the profits of the first Michaelmas moon, that is, the time when the moss-troopers and cattle-drivers on the borders began their nightly depredations." A very interesting account of the Flower of Yarrow, appears in a note to Mr. Scott's Marmion, which we take the liberty of adding to the above. "Near the lower extremity of St. Mary's Lake, (a beautiful sheet of water, forming the reservoir from which the Yarrow takes its source) are the ruins of Dryhope tower, the birth-place of MARY SCOTT, daughter of PHILIP SCOTT of Dryhope, and famous by the traditional name of the Flower of Yarrow. She was married to WALTER SCOTT of Harden, no less renowned for his depredations, than his bride for her beauty. Her romantic appellation was, in latter days, with equal justice conferred on Miss MARY LILIAS SCOTT, the last of the elder branch of the Harden family." Mr. SCOTT proceeds to relate, that "he well remembers the talent and spirit of the latter Flower of Yarrow, though age had then injured the charms which procured her the name; and that the words usually sung to the air of Tweedside,' beginning-What beauties does Flora disclose, were composed in her honour." I HAE LOST MY JEANIE, O. TUNE-" Lady Cunningham's Delight," or, "the Lee Rigg." Since I hae lost my Jeanie, O., Now I maun grane an' greet my lane, Ó, Fortune! thou hast us'd me ill; Thrice o'er the crown thou'st knock'd me down, Thy sharpest dart has pierc'd my heart, I'll nae mair strive, while I'm alive, THE DAYS O' AULD LANGSYNE. TUNE-" The Burnside." O HAPPY, happy were the days o' auld langsyne, To pledge wi' frien'ship leal and true the days o' lang How fled the joys that we hae seen, o' auld langsyne, When happy aft we baith hae been, in days o' langsyne: Still ilka former tender scene, wi' dear delight we min', But a' alas! can ne'er reca' the days o' langsyne. Still ilka former, &c. How sweet the fond endearing charms o' auld langsyne, Wi' Jeanie in my youthfu' arms, in days o' langsyne; In rapture press'd her throbbing breast wi' glowing love to mine, Thae happy hours flew o'er wi' bliss in days o' langsyne, In rapture press'd, &c. Amang our native woods an' braes how pleasant the time, To pu' for her I loo'd sae dear the primrose in its prime: Then fairer bloom'd ilk bonnie flower, mair sweet the birds did sing, When wi' the lass I dearly loo'd, in days o' langsyne. Then fairer bloom'd, &c. Nae mair amang our bonnie glens we'll garlands entwine, Nor pu' the wild-flow'r by the burn, to busk my lassie fine; Nae mair upon yon sunnie knowe we'll mark the sun decline, Nor tell the tender tales that pleas'd in days o' langsyne. Nae mair upon, &c. M |