But we poor fouk maun live single, I dinna care what I should want, If I could get a man. [First published by David Herd in 1769. It is an excellent and an ancient song, says Mr. Cunningham.] KATHERINE OGIE. As walking forth to view the plain, Upon a morning early, While May's sweet scent did cheer my brain, From flowers which grew so rarely; I chanc'd to meet a pretty maid, She shin'd, though it was foggie; I stood a while, and did admire, Like this same Kath'rine Ogie. Thou flow'r of females, beauty's queen, Thy handsome air, and graceful look, O were I but some shepherd swain! With Kate, my club, and dogie, Then I'd despise th' imperial throne, This lass of whom I'm vogie; But I fear the gods have not decreed Whose beauty rare makes her exceed Else I die for Kath'rine Ogie! ["The song of Katherine Ogie is very poor stuff, and altogether unworthy of so beautiful an air. I tried to alter it, but the awkward sound Ogie,' recurring so often in the rhyme spoils every attempt at altering the piece."-BURNS. Allan Cunningham calls it a genuine, old, and excellent song. "I have some suspicion," he adds, "that the original name was Katherine Logie." In D'Urfey's Pills to Purge Melancholy, there is an Anglo-Scottish song, but a very execrable one of Katharine Loggy.' Katherine Ogie was first printed by Ramsay, with the letter X. ap. pended to it, signifying that the author's name was unknown.] I'LL GAR OUR GUDEMAN TROW, I'll gar our gudeman trow That I'll sell the ladle, If he winna buy to me A new side saddle, To ride to the kirk and frae the kirk, And round about the toun, Stand about, ye fisher jads, And gie my goun room! I'll gar our gudeman trow Twelve bonnie goud rings; And twa for ilka thoom; I'll gar our gudeman trow Three valets or four To beir my tail up frae the dirt, And gie my goun room! ["As illustrations of the above song, see Sir Richard Maitland's poem beginning, Sum wyfis of the Burroustoun, Sa wonder vane ar, and wantoun, In warld they wait not quhat to weir, and Sir David Lyndsay's supplication against Syde Taillis and Mus. salit Faces."-C. K. SHARPE. The above copy is accurately given from Mr. Sharpe's little curiens Ballad Book, only thirty copies of which were ever printed; Mr. Cunningham and Mr. Chambers gave the song the benefit of their poetical talents, but their emendations are here rejected.] THE LASSES O' THE CANNOGATE. The lasses o' the Cannogate, Gar hang them, gar hang them Heich upon a tree, For we'll get better up the gate, For a bawbee. ["This seems to be a Satire on the court ladies of Edinburgh, it was remembered by an old Gentlewoman."-C. K. SHARPE. "The Canongate was densely inhabited by persons of the first distinction."-CHAMBERS.] THERE LIVED A MAN INTO THE WEST. There lived a man into the west, Gar tak your whim-whams a' frae me, There is nae meal into the house, Gae to the midden, and milk the soo, [From the Ballad Book, 1824. Mr. Cunningham has printed a slightly different copy from the recitation of Sir Walter Scott, and added a third verse, in which he has given a name to the bride 'cannie Nancy Newell.'] BESSY BELL AND MARY GRAY. O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray, |