Great Hercules and Sampson too Stout gates of brass, and well-built walls, 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, For foul day or fair day He's ay bringing till her; Has ay a penny in his pouch, 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, 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. And ye may sit up a' the night, In cotillons the French excel, Come, lads, and view your partners weel, I'll tak this lassie to mysel', She looks sae keen and vogie: Now, piper lad, bang up the spring; To dance the reel o' Bogie. Now ilka lad has got a lass Save you auld doited fogie, But a' the lasses look sae fain For they maun hae their come-again Now a' the lads hae done their best, And tipple out a cogie. Come now, my lads, and tak your glass, In wishing health to ev'ry lass, To dance the reel o' Bogie. [First published in the second volume of Johnson. "The duke's song," Burns wrote to the late James Hoy, librarian at Gordon Castle, "independant totally of his dukeship, charms me."] THE BONNIE BRUCKET LASSIE. JAMES TYTLER. Born 1747-Died 1805. The bonnie brucket lassie, She was the fairest lassie That danced on the green. My shape, she says, was handsome, My person it was comely, My shape they said was neat ; My stays they winna meet. O could I live in darkness, Her lover heard her mourning, My bonnie brucket lassie, I'll faithful prove to you. ["The idea of this song is to me very original: the two first lines are all of it that is old. The rest of the song is the work 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-theson-of-David; yet that same unknown drunken mortal is author and compiler of three-fourths of Elliot's pompous Encyclopædia Britannica, which he composed at half-a-guinea a week.”—BURNS.] |