KENMURE'S ON AND AWA, WILLIE. Kenmure's on and awa, Willie, And Kenmure's lord is the bravest lord O, Kenmure's lads are men, Willie, And soon wi' sound of victory May Kenmure's lads come hame. Here's Kenmure's health in wine, Willie, There ne'er was a coward of Kenmure's blood, His lady's cheek grew red, Willie, Syne white as sifted snaw: There rides my lord, a Gordon gude, There's a rose in Kenmure's cap, A bright sword in his handA hundred Gordons at his side, And hey for English land! Willie, Here's him that's far awa, Willie, Here's him that's far awa; And here's the flower that I love best, The rose that's like the snaw. [Much of this song is as old as the time it relates to. There are some happy touches by Burns in it, and also by Mr. Cunningham.] CARLE, AN THE KING COME. Carle, an the king come Carle, an the king come, Thou shalt dance, and I will sing, I trow we swappit for the worse, When yellow corn grows on the rigs, Nae mair wi' pinch and drouth we'll dine, But quaff our waughts o' rosie wine, Carle, an the king come. Cogie, an the king come, I'se be fou, and thou'se be toom. [It is needless to point out the tendency of this song and others, even to the southern reader.] THE JACOBITE MUSTER ROLL. Duncan's coming, Donald's coming, Little wat ye wha's coming— Borland and his men's coming, Little wat ye wha's coming, Wigton's coming, Nithsdale's coming, Blythe Cowhill and a's coming. The laird of M'Intosh is coming, They gloom, they glour, they look sae hig, Jock, and Tam, and a's coming. [Written, it is supposed, about the time of Marr's march to Sheriffmuir.] LASSIE, LIE NEAR ME. Lang ha'e we parted been, Lassie, my dearie; Now we are met again, Lassie, lie near me. Near me, near me, Lassie, lie near me; Lang hast thou lain thy lane, Lassie, lie near me. Frae dread Culloden's field, Bloody and dreary, Mourning my country's fate, VOL. IT. L Weary, weary, Lanely and weary; Become a sad banish'd wight, Loud, loud the wind did roar, Stormy and eerie, Far frae my native shore, Far frae my dearie. Near me, near me, Dangers stood near me; A' that I ha'e endur'd, Lassie, my dearie, Here in thine arms is cur'd— Lassic, lie near me. Near me, near me, Lassie, lie near me; Lang hast thou lain thy lan, [The first and last verses from the third volume of Johnson's Musical Museum, 1790; the other lines are from Cromek's Remains of Nithsdale and Galloway Song, 1810., It is not always safe to quote the latter work as an authority for old song, but in this place the Editor has reason to know he is giving genuine Jacobitical verses. Robert Chambers has strangely placed the name of Dr. Blacklock to the verses of this song quoted from Johnson.] |