Below the gallows-tree.

O'er yon moss amang the heather;

STAY, my charmer, can you leave me? Cruel, cruel, to deceive me!

Well you know how much you grieve me;

Cruel charmer, can you go?
Cruel charmer, can you go?

II.

By my love so ill requited;
By the faith you fondly plighted;
By the pangs of lovers slighted;
Do not, do not leave me so!
Do not, do not leave me so!

XL.

THICKEST NIGHT, O'ERHANG MY DWELLING.

Tune-"Strathallan's Lament.”

[The Viscount Strathallan, whom this song commemorates, was William Drummond: he was slain at the carnage of Culloden. It was long believed that he escaped to France and died in exile.]

I.

THICKEST night, surround my dwelling! Howling tempests, o'er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling,

Roaring by my lonely cave!

XLI.

MY HOGGIE.

Tune-"What will I do gin my Hoggie die ?"

[Burns was struck with the pastoral wildness of this Liddesdale air, and wrote these words to it for the Museum: the first line only is old.]

WHAT Will I do gin my Hoggie die?

My joy, my pride, my Hoggie!
My only beast, I had nae mae,
And vow but I was vogie!
The lee-lang night we watch'd the fauld,
Me and my faithfu' doggie;

We heard nought but the roaring linn,
Amang the braes sae scroggie;

But the houlet cry'd frae the castle wa',
The blitter frae the boggie,
The tod reply'd upon the hill,

I trembled for my Hoggie.

When day did daw, and cocks did craw,
The morning it was foggie;

An' unco tyke lap o'er the dyke,
And maist has kill'd my Hoggie.

XLII.

HER DADDIE FORBAD.

Tune-" Jumpin' John."

[This is one of the old songs which Ritson accuses Burns of amending for the Museum: little of it, how

HEY, the dusty miller,

And his dusty coat; He will win a shilling, Or he spend a groat.

Dusty was the coat,

Dusty was the colour,

Dusty was the kiss

That I got frae the miller.