ROSLIN CASTLE. RICHARD HEWIT. "Twas in that season of the year, Of Nanny's charms the shepherd sung, Awake, sweet Muse! the breathing spring, O, hark, my love! on ev'ry spray, O come my love! thy Colin's lay Come while the muse this wreath shall twine O hither haste, and with thee bring And charm this ravish'd heart of mine. ["These beautiful verses were the production of a Richard Hewit, a young man that Dr. Blacklock, to whom I am indebted for the anecdote, kept for some years as an amanuensis."--BURNS. From Herd's Collection, 1769.] MY GODDESS, WOMAN. JOHN LEARMONT. Of mighty Nature's handy-works, The common or uncommon, The sailor spreads the daring sail, Through billows chafed and foaming, For gems and gold and jewels rare. But lays, wi' pride, his laurels down, Before thee, conquering woman. The monarch leaves his golden throne, And lays aside his crown, and kneels Though all were mine e'er man possess'd, What would earth be, frae east to west, Without my goddess, woman? [John Learmont, the author of this clever song, was a gardener at Dalkeith, "it is very happily imagined," says Mr. Cunningham, "but the execution is unequal."] THE WAYWARD WIFE. JENNY GRAHAME. Alas! my son, you little know The sorrows which from wedlock flow: When you Sae bide ye yet, and bide ye yet, Your hopes are high, your wisdom small, When I, like you, was young and free, Great Hercules and Sampson too Stout gates of brass, and well-built walls, [I know not from whence to get the right reading of this song. Herd first published it in a very imperfect state in 1769, and since that time it has undergone many emendations. "Miss Grahame was a maiden lady of Dumfries," says Mr. Cunningham, "of lively wit and fascinating manners, and in her youth a most accomplished dancer."] THE MILLER. SIR JOHN CLERK OF PENNYCUICK. O merry may the maid be Who marries wi' the miller, Has something het for supper, Wi' beef and pease, and melting cheese, Behind the door stands bags o' meal, And in the ark is plenty; And good hard cakes his mither bakes, A good fat sow, a sleeky cow, Whilst winking puss, wi' mealy mou, Good signs are these, my mither says, And he's ay bringing till her. In winter time, when wind and sleet O'er foaming ale he tells his tale; He claps his weans, and dawtes his wife [From Yair's Charmer, 1751.] CAULD KAIL IN ABERDEEN. DUKE OF GORDON. Born 1743-Died 1827. There's cauld kail in Aberdeen, And castocks in Stra'bogie; Gin I hae but a bonnie lass, Ye're welcome to your cogie. |