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Mr. Allan Cunningham added the following stanza in his collec. tion of Scottish Songs-it is most likely his own composition
I made my gallant fiddle
Of our repentance stool ;
And danc'd frae Paste to Yule-
Has wagg'd to it wantonlie;
My fiddle has made for me.
O nature lavished on my love
Each charm and winning grace
To look upon her face :
In which the lily springs ;
That o'er her teinples hings,
Like one grown to the ground;
Search all the world around.
Her looks are like the May-day dawn
When light comes on the streams;
With bright and amorous beams.
She walks—the blushing brook-rose seems
Unworthy of her foot;
Will evermore be mute,
And from her lips such sound;
Search all the world around.
Her vestal breast of ivorie,
Aneath the snowy lawn,
Too pure to look upon ;
Seem violets dropt in milk,
Like threads of finest silk;
Her middle small and round-
And never more was found.
[This is a very free and very beautiful modernization, if I may use such a word, of a song robed in the garb of antiquity, by Allan Cun. ningham. Specimens of Montgomery's own songs will be found in the Preface to this volume. See Laing's Edition of Montgomery's Poems, p. 208.)
MONTGOMERY'S MATCHLESS MARGARET,
Ye lovers leal forbear to style
Your ladies fairest of the fair
And they maun hope to shine nae mair.
The brightest e'er in crowns was set,
Montgomery's matchless Margaret.
Her noble birth and royal blood;
Of native gifts and graces good-
Mair sweet than roses newly wet
But won not matchless Margaret.
The noblest that's beneath the sun :
And wander'd till my locks were wet
My loved, my matchless Margaret.
[A modernized version by Allan Cunningham. For the original words see Laing's Edition of Montgomery's Poems, p. 161.]
WHILE WITH HER WHITE AND NIMBLE HANDS.
While with her white and nimble hands
Amid the flowery mead ;-
To set upon her head :
Thou sun, now shining bright above,
Hast felt, as poets feign :
Lest thou her colour stain.
If thou her fairness will not burn
And close her sparkling eyes;-
Thy credit in the skies.
[Modernized by Allan Cunningham.]
ARMSTRONG'S GOOD NIGHT.
This night is my departing night,
For here nae langer must I stay;
But wishes me away.
What I have done thro' lack of wit,
I never, never can recall;
[“ These verses are said to have been composed by one of the Armstrongs, executed for the murder of Sir John Carmichael of Edrom, Warden of the Middle Marches."-Scott.
“ The music of the most accomplished singer is dissonance to wbat I felt when an old dairy.maid sung me into tears with Johnie Armstrong's Last Goodnight.”-GOLDSMITH.
The above is printed from Sir Walter Scott's copy-there are many variations in lines and many fabrications of verses in different Ballad Books totally unworthy of being here inserted.]
I'LL NEVER LOVE THEE MORE.
JAMES GRAHAME, MARQUIS OF MONTROSE.
Born 1612–Hanged 1650.
My dear and only love, I pray
That little world of thee
But purest monarchy;