He trail'd the foul sheets down the gate, Thought to have washed them on ane stane; Away frae him the sheets were ta'en. Then up he gat on ane knowe-head, She lows'd the pleugh, and syne cam' hame ; Quoth he, "This office I forsake, For all the dayis of my life, For I wald put ane house to wrack, Then up she gat ane muckle rung, And the guidman made to the door; And I will to my pleugh again, For I and this house will ne'er do well." The Weary Coble o' Cargill. This fine old ballad-probably the composition of some local bard who lived contemporary with the event which it narrates has received a considerable amount of attention from the students of ballad lore. It was first printed by William Motherwell in his " Minstrelsy, Ancient and Modern," who had it from the recitation of an old woman then residing in the neighbourhood of Cambus Michael, in Perthshire. In Motherwell's opinion it possesses the elements of good poetry, and he adds that, had it fallen into the hands of those who make no scruple of interpolating and corrupting the text of oral song, it might have been made, with little trouble, a very interesting and pathetic composition. According to tradition, the ill-fated hero of the ballad, who was a butler to Chancellor Drummond of Stobhall, had a leman, or sweetheart, in each of the two villages of Kercock and Ballathie, on the opposite side of the Tay, and it was on the occasion of his paying a visit to his Kercock love that she of Ballathie, in a frenzy of jealousy and revenge, scuttled the boat in which he was to recross the Tay to Stobhall. There are two versions of the ballad; the original, recovered by Motherwell, and a modern improved version which has not hitherto appeared in any collection. A serious defect of the older version is seen in the fact that it gives no reason why "the lass o' Balathy toun should have scuttled the boat in which her lover was to recross the river. It says "his bed was made in Kercock ha', o' gude clean sheets and o' the hay;" but that can scarcely be regarded as sufficient cause for jealousy when it is immediately followed by the assurance that "he wadna rest a'e nicht therein, but on the proud waters he wad gae." The modern version wisely provides a causus belli. David Drummond, the hero of the ballad, was, tradition says, the son of a certain John Drummond in Kercock, and that the heroine was named Jeanie Low or Gow, and was daughter of the joiner of the then laird of Ballathie-hence her acquaintance with the fatal augur. Tradition further tells that the "lass of Ballathie toun" had no sooner "bored the coble in seven parts" than she relented the cruel deed, and hastened to fashion seven pins wherewith to plug the fatal holes; but before her return with these her fickle lover had "put his feet into the boat" and left the shore, and she reached the bank of the river just in time to hear his cries for help, and witness the coble sinking in mid waters. She went out of her reason; and the terrible cause of her mental derangement continuing to pull at the tangled ends of her ravelled memory, she persistently made pins to the end of her days. Since her demise her patient ghost has "kept on the business; " and there are people living who aver that "when winter nights are dark and drear "the ghost of "Pinnie" may still be heard on the banks of the Tay. (OLD VERSION.) DAVID DRUMMOND'S destinie, Gude man o' appearance o' Cargill, Sae sair against his parents' will. She was the lass o' Ballathy toun, His bed was made in Kercock ha', But on the proud waters he wad gae. His bed was made in Ballathy toun, O' gude clean sheets and o' the strae, She bored the Coble in seven parts, I wat her heart micht hae been sair, Wi' the curly locks and the yellow hair. He put his foot into the boat, "Wae be to the lass o' Ballathy toun, I wat an ill death may she dee, "Help! oh help! I can get nane, Nae help o' man can to me come," This was about his dying words, When he was chok'd up to the chin. "Gae tell my father and my mother, Lost at the Coble o' bonnie Cargill." She bored the boat in seven parts, Oh, a' the keys o' bonnie Stobhall, A braver page unto his age Ne'er set a foot upon the plain; His father to his mother said, "Oh, sae sune's we've wanted him!" I wat they had mair love than this And bored the Coble o' bonnie Cargill. "There's ne'er a clean sark gae on my back, "At kirk or market I'se ne'er be at, Nor yet a blythe blink in my e'e; There's ne'er a ane shall say to anither, That's the lassie gar'd the young man dee." Between the yetts o' bonnie Stobhall And the Kirkstyle o' bonnie Cargill, There is mony a man and mother's son, That was at my luve's burial. (MODERN VERSION.) The course o' true love ne'er runs smooth, My waefu' tale upbears the truth— A youthfu' pair wha offer'd fair O' nuptial joy to drink their fill, But ither drink for them was brewed Within the Coble o' Cargill. The lad was Chanc'llor Drummond's page, When gude Earl James was wi' the King, And a' the keys o' bonnie Stobha', I wat they at his belt did hing. She was the belle o' Ballathie toun, She bor❜d the Coble in seven parts, Na doot her heart was sick and sair, When there she sealed the laddie's fate, Wi' the curly locks and the yellow hair. |