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O when he slew his gude grey houndes,

course of preparing these volumes for the press, he Wow but his heart was sair!

has been alike honoured and instructed. After staShe's ate them a' up, ane by ane,

ting that he had some recollection of the ballad Left naething but hide and hair.

which follows, the biographer of Burns proceeds "Mair meat, mair meat, ye King Henrie!

thus :-"I once in my early days heard (for it was Mair meat ye gie to me!"

night, and I could not see) a traveller drowning; not "And what meat's i' this house, ladye,

in the Annan itself, but in the Frith of Solway, close That I hae left to gie?"

by the mouth of that river. The influx of the tide

had unhorsed him, in the night, as he was passing *O ye do fell your gay goss-hawks,

the sands from Cumberland. The west wind blew And bring them a' to me."

a tempest, and, according to the common expresO when he fell'd his gay goss-hawks,

sion, brought in the water three foot a-breast. The Wow but his heart was sair!

traveller got upon a standing net, a little way from She's ate them a' up, bane by bane,

the shore. There he lashed himself to the post, Left nothing but feathers bare.

shouting for half an hour for assistance-till the

tide rose over his head! In the darkness of the "Some drink, some drink, ye King Henrie! night and amid the pauses of the hurricane, his Sorne drink ye gie to me!"'

voice heard at intervals, was exquisitely mournfu:. "And what drink's i' this house, ladye,

No one could go to his assistance--no one knew That ye're na wellcum tee?"

where he was-the sound scemed to proceed from "Oye sew up your horse's hide,

the spirit of the waters. But morning rose--the And bring in a drink to me.

tide had ebbed--and the poor traveller was found O he has sewd up the bluidy hide,

lashed to the pole of the net, and bleaching in the

wind.” And put in a pipe of wine; She drank it a' up at ae draught,

ANNAN WATER. Lit na a drap therein. * A bed, a bed, ye King Henrie!

"ANNAN water's wading deep, ye mak to me!'' —

And my love Annie's wondrous bonny, And what's the bed i' this house, ladye,

And I am laith she suld weet her feet, That ye're na wellcum tee?"-

Because I love her best of ony. *Oye maun pu' the green heather, And mak a bed to me."

“Gar saddle me the bonny black,

Gar saddle sune, and make him ready; Osad has he the heather green,'

For I will down the Gatehope-Slack, le made to her a bed;

And all to see my bonny ladye.”—
And he has ta'en his gay mantle,
Ani o'er it he has spread.

He has loupen on the bonny black, "Now swear, now swear, ye King Henrie,

He stirr'd him wi' the spur right sairly; To take me for your bride!"

But, or he wan the Gatehope-Slack, "O God forbid," King Henrie said,

I think the stced was wae and weary. * That e'er the like betide!

He has loupen on the bonny, grey, That e'er the fiend that wons in hell

He rade ihe right gate and the ready; Should streak down by my side." —

I trow he would neither stint nor stay,

For he was seeking his bonny ladye.

O he has.ridden o'er field and fell, bep day was come, and night was gane, Through muir and moss, and mony a mire: And the sun shone through the ha',

His spurs o' steel were sair to bide, The fairest ladye that e'er was seen,

And frae her fore-feet flew the fire. Lay aiween him and the wa'.

“Now, bonny grey, now play your part! "O weel is me!" King Henrie said,

Gin ye be the steed that wins my deary, "How lang will this last wi' me?"

Wi' corn and hay ye'se be fed for aye, And out and spak that ladye fair,

And never spur sall make you wearie."“Een till the day ye die.

The grey was a mare, and a right good mare; * For I was witch'd to a ghastly shape,

But when she wan the Annan water, All by my stepdame's skill,

She couldna hae ridden a furlong mair, Till I should meet wi' a courteous knight,

Had a thousand merks been wadded* at her. Wad gie me a' my will."

"O boatman, boatman, put off your boat,!

Put oil your boat for gowden money!

I cross the drumly stream the night,

Or never inair I sce my honey.
"O I was sworn sae late yestreen,

And not by ae aith, but by many;,
Tas following verses are the original words of And for a' the gowd in fair Scotland,
the tune of " Allan Water," by which name the song I dare na take ye through to Annie.”-
is mentioned in Ramsay's Tea Table Miscellany;
The ballad is given from tradition; and it is said The side was stey, and the bottom deep,
that a bridge, over the Annan, was built in conse-

Frae bank to brae the water pouring; quence of the melancholy catastrophe which it nar- And the bonny grey mare did sweat for fear, rates. Two verses are added in ihis edition, from

For she heard the water kelpy roaring. another copy of the ballad, in which the conclusion o he has pou'd aff his dapperpyt coat, proves fortunate. By the Gatchope-Slack, is per

The silver buttons glanced bonny; haps meant the Gate-Slack, a pass in Annandale. The waistcoat bursted aff his breast, The Annan, and the Frith of Solway, into which it falls, are the frequent scenes of tragical accidents.

He was sae full of melancholy. The Editor trusts he will be pardoned for inserting He has ta’en the ford at that stream tail; the following awfully impressive account of such I wot he swam both strong and steady, an event contained in a letter from Dr. Currie, of But the stream was broad and his strength did fail, Liverpool, by whose correspondence, while in the And he never saw his bonny ladye! • Wadded-Wagored.

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"O wae betide the frush* saugh wand!

The youngest stude upon a stane, And wae betide the bush of brier,

Binnorie, O Binnorie; It brake into my true love's hand,

The eldest came and pushed her in; When his strength did fail, and his limbs did tire.

By the bonny milldams of Bin norie. "And wae betide ye, Annan Water,

She took her by the middle sma', This night that ye are a drumlie river!

Binnorie, 0 Binnorie; For over thee I'll build a bridge,

And dash'd her bonny back to the jaw;. That ye never more true love may sever."

By the bonny milldams of Binnorie. “O sister, sister, reach your hand,

Binnorie, O Binnorie;

And ye shall be heir of half my land."

By the bonny milldams of Binnorie. This ballad differs essentially from that which "O sister, I'll not reach my hand, has been published in various collections, under the

Binnorie, o Binnorie; title of Binnorie. It is compiled from a copy in

And I'll be heir of all your land; Mrs. Brown's MSS., intermixed with a beautiful

By the bonny milldams of Bin norie. fragment, of fourteen verses, transmitted to the editor by J. C. Walker, Esq. the ingenious histo

"Shame fa' the hand that I should take, rian of the Irish bards.' Mr. Walker, at the same

Binnorie, O Binnorie; time, favoured the editor with the following note :

It's twin'd me, and my world's make.' "I am indebted to my departed friend, Miss Brook,

By the bonny mnilldams of Binnorie. for the foregoing pathetic fragment. Her account "O sister, reach me but your glove, of it was as follows:- This song was transcribed,

Binnorie, 0 Binnorie; several years ago, from the memory of an old And sweet William shall be your love. woman, who had no recollection of the concluding

By the bonny milldams of Bin norie. verses : probably the beginning may also be lost, as it seems to commence abruptly." The first verse "Sink on, nor hope for hand or glove! and burden of the fragment ran thus :

Binnorie, O Binnorie:

And sweet William shall better be my love,
"O sister, sister, reach thy hand !
Hey ho, my Nanny, 0;

By the bonny milldams of Binnorie.
And you shall be heir of all my land,
While the swan swims bonny, 0.'

"Your cherry cheeks and your yellow hair,

Binnorie. O Binnorie; The first part of this chorus seems to be corrupted Garr'd me gang maiden evermair." from the common burden of Hey Nonny, Nonny,

By the bonny milldams of Binnorie. alluded to in the song, beginning, “Șigh no more, ladyes.” The chorus, retained in this edition, is

Sometimes she sunk, and sometimes she swam, the most common and popular; but Mrs. Brown's

Binnorie, O Binnorie; copyt bears a yet different burden, beginning thus;

Until she cam to the miller's dam;

By the bonny milldams of Binnorie.
"There were twa sisters gat in a bour,
Edinborough, Edinborough;

"O father, father, draw your dam!
There were twa Nisters sat in a bour,
Stirling for aye ;

Binnorie, O Binnorie;
There were twa sisters sat in a bour,

There's either a mermaid, or a milk-white swan."
There cam a knight to be their wooer,

By the bonny milldams of Binnorie. Bonny St. Johnston stands upon Tay." The ballad, being probably very popular, was the

The miller hasted and drew his dam,

Binnorie, O Binnorie; subject of a parody, which is to be found in D'Urfey's And there he found a drown'd woman; "Pills to purge Melancholy."

By the bonny milldams of Binnorie. THE CRUEL Sister.

You could not see her yellow hair,

Binnorie, O Binnorie;
THERE were two sisters sat in a bour;

For gowd and pearls that were so rare;
Binnorie, O Binnorie ;#

By the bonny milldams of Binnorie.
There came a knight to be their wooer;
By the bonny milldams of Binnorie.

You could not see her middle sma',

Binnorie, O Binnorie;
He courted the eldest with glove and ring,

Her gowden girdle was sae bra';
Binnorie, O Binnorie;

By the bonny milldams of Binnorie.
But he lo'ed the youngest abune a' thing;
By the bonny milldams of Binnorie. A famous harper passing by,

Binnorie, O Binnorie :
He courted the eldest with broach and knife,

The sweet pale face he chanced to spy;
Binnorie, O Binnorie;

By the bonny milldams of Binnorie.
But he lo'ed the youngest abune his life;
By the bonny milldams of Binnorie.

And when he looked that lady on,

Binnorie, o Binnorie;
The eldest she was vexed sair,

He sigh'd and made a heavy moan;
Binnorie, o Binnorie;

By the bonny milldams of Binnorie.
And sore envied her sister fair;
By the bonny milldams of Binnorie. He made a harp of her breast-bone,

Binnorie, O Binnorie; The eldest said to the youngest ane,

Whose sounds would melt a heart of stone; Binnorie, O Binnorie;

By the bonny milldams of Binnorie. “Will ye go and see our father's ships comcin?" By the bonny milldams of Binnorie.

The strings he framed of her yellow hair,

Binnorie, () Binnorie;
She's ta'en her by the lily hand,

Whose notes made sad the listening ear;
Binnorie, 0 Binnorie;

By the bonny milldams of Binnorie.
And led her down to the river strand;
By the bonny milldams of Binnorie.

He brought it to her father's hall,

Binnorie, O Binnorie; * Frush-Brittle; without cohesion of parts.

And there was the court assembled all + (Mr. Jamieson has printed Mrs. Brown's copy terbauim, under the title of "The Twa Sisters."-Popular Balads, 1806, vol. i.

By the bonny mil!dams of Binnorie. p. 50.-ED.)

: (Pronounced Binn nie.--Ed.]

He laid his harp upon a stone,

dames. This was the beginning of the regiment of Binnorie, O'Binnorie;

Mary, Queen of Scots, and these were the fruits And straight it began to play alone;

that she brought forth of France.-Lord! look on By the bonny milldams of Binnorie. our miseries! and delirer us froin the wickedness * Oyonder sits my father, the king,

of this corrupt court!--Knox's History of the Re

formation, p. 373-4. Binnorie, O Binnorie; And yonder gits my mother, the queen;

Such seems to be the subject of the following balBy the bonny milldams of Binnorie.

lad, as narrated by the stern apostle of Presbytery.

It will readily strike the reader, that the tale has * And yonder stands my brother Hugh,

suffered great alterations, as handed down by ira Binnorie, O Binnorie;

dition; the French waiting-woman being changed And by him my William, sweet and true.”. into Mary Hamilton,t and the queen's apothecary By the bonny milldams of Binnorie. into Henry Darnley. Yet this is less surprising,

when we recollect, ihat one of the heaviest of the But the last tune that the harp play'd then,

queen's complaints against her ill-fated husband, Binnorie, Binnorie;

was his infidelity, and that even with her personal Was-"Wo to my sister, false Helen!!

attendants. I have been enabled to publish the folBy the bonny milldams of Binnorie.

lowing complete edition of the ballad, by copies from various quarters; that principally used was communicated to me, in the most polite manner, by

Mr. Kirkpatricke Sharpe, of Hoddom, to whom I THE QUEEN'S MARIE.

ain indebied for many similar favours.I NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED.

THE QUEEN'S MARIE. "Is the very time of the General Assembly, there Marie Hamilton's to the kirk gane, comes to public knowledge a haynous murther, com

Wi ribbon's in her hair; aitted in the court; yea, not far from the queen's

The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton, lap; for a French woman, that served in the queen's

Than ony that were there. chamber, had played the whore with the queen's own apothecary. The woman conceived and bare

Marie Hamilton's to the kirk gane, a childe, whom, with common consent, the father

Wi' ribbons on her breast; and mother murthered; yet were the cries of a new The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton, borne childe hearde, searche was made, the childe

Than he listen'd to the priest. and the mother were both apprehended, and so were the man and the woman condemned to be hanged

Marie Hamilton's to the kirk gane, in the publicke street of Edinburgh. The punish

Wir gloves upon her hands;

The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton, ment was suitable, because the crime was haynous.

Than the Queen and a' her lands. Bot yet was not the court purged of whores and wboredoms, which was the fountaine of such enor She hadna been about the King's court mities; for it was well known that shame hasted

A month, but barely one, manage betwixt John Sempill, called the Dancer, Till she was beloved by a' the King's court, and Mary Levingston,sirnamed the Lusty. What And the King the only man. brut the Maries, and the rest of the dancers of the evürt had, the ballads of that age doe witnesse,

She hadna been about the King's court which we for modestie's sake omit: but this was

A month, but barely three, the common complaint of all godly and wise men, Till frac the King's court Marie Hamilton, that if they thought such a court could long con

Marie Hamilton durstna be. tinue, and if they looked for no better life to come, they wouid have wished their sonnes and daughters

The King is to the Abbey gane,

To pu' the Abbey tree, raiha to have been brought up with fiddlers and

To scale the babe frae Marie's heart; dancers, and to have been exercised with flinging

But the thing it wadna be. upon a floore, and in the rest that thereof followes, than to have been exercised in the company of the O she has row'd it in her apron, golly, and exercised in virtue, which in that court And set it on the sea, was hated, and filthenesse not only maintained, but “Gae sink ye, or swim ye, bonny babe, also rewarded : witnesse the Abbey of Abercorne, Ye'se get nae mair o' me."the Barony of Auchtermuchtie, and divers others, pertaining to the patrimony of the crown, given in

Word is to the kitchen gane, beritage to skippers and dancers, and dalliers with And word is to the ha',

* " John Semple, son of Robert, Lord Semple, (by Elizabeth was struck off, he took it up by the ear, whilst the lips were still Carlisle, a daughter of the Lord Torthorald,) was ancestor of the trembling, and kissed them; a circumstunce of an extraordinary Scope of Beltrees. He was murried to Mary, sister to William nature, and yet not incredible, considering the peculiarities of his Lizzion, and one of the maids of honour to Queen Mary; by character." worm be bad Sir James Semple of Beltees, his son and heir," 1 Mr. Kinloch has printed a north country version of this ballad, &c; airwards ambassador to England, for King James VI., in differing considerably from that in the text. See his Ballads, 1927, 159. -CRAWFORD's History of Renfrew, p. 101.

p. 252. He also gives a fragment of a third version, viz. : + Ope enpy bears, " Mary Miles. A very odd coincidence in

"My father is the Duke of Argyle, ame, crime, and catastrophe, occurred at the Court of Czar

My mother's a lady gay; Peter Ibe Goat. It is thus detailed by the obliging correspondent

And I, mysell, am a dainty dame, sho recomrarnded it to my notice :

And the King desired me. Miss Hambleton, a maid of honour to the Emperrge Catherine, bed an amour, wbich, at different times, produced three children.

" He shaw'd me up, he shaw'd me down, She had always pleaded sickness, but Peter, being suspicious, or

He whaw'd me to the hin'; dered his physician to attend her, who koon made the discovery.

He shaw'd me to the low cellars, Ita si appeared, that a sense of shame had triumphed over her

And that was warst of a'." trapanty, and that the children had been put to death as soon as Peter inqwted if the father of them was privy to the mur

Mr. Motherwell has also given a west country version of this der; the lady insisted that he way innocent ; for she had always ballad, under the title of" Mary Hamilton," p. 316 : and we shall dereira him, by portending that they were sent to nurse. Justice bave occasion to quote some of its variations."--ED.) Dow callid upon the Emperor to punish the offence. The lady

§ ("The Prince's bed it was cac saft, wa mach beloved by the Emperess, who pleaded for her; the

The rices they were sae fine, amer way pardonable, but not the murder. Peter sent her to the

That out of it she could not be castle, and went hinself to visit her; and the fact being confessedhe pronounced her sentence with tears; telling ber, that his

While she was scarce fifteen. duty as a prince, and God's vicegerent, called on him for that

"She's gane to the garden gay, justice which her crime had rendered indispensably necessary;

To pu'o' the savin tree; and that she must therefore prepare for death. He attended her

But för a' that she could say or do, also on the scaffold, where he embraced her with the utmost

The babie it would not die." beraderness, mixed with sorrow; and some say, when tho head


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And word is to the noble room,

But little wist Marie Hamilton, Amang the ladyes a',

When she rade on the brown, That Marie Hamilton's brought to bed,

That she was ga'en to Edinburgh town, And the bonny babe's mist and awa'.

And a' to be put down. Scarcely had she lain down again,

“Why weep ye so, ye burgess wives, And scarcely fa'en asleep,

Why look ye so on me? When up then started our gude Queen,*

O, I am going to Edinburgh town,
Just at her bed-feet;.

A rich wedding for to see.”-
Saying-“Marie Hamilton, where's your babe ?
For I am sure I heard it greet.'

When she gaed up the tolbooth stairs,

The corks frae her heels did flee; “O no, O no, my noble Queen!

And lang or e'er she cam down again, Think no such thing to be ;

She was condemn'd to die. 'Twas but a stitch into my side, And sair it troubles me."-+

When she cam to the Netherbow port, s "Get up, get up, Marie Hamilton :

She laughed loud laughters three; Get up and follow me;

But when she cam to the gallows fool, For I am going to Edinburgh town,

The tears blinded her ee. A rich wedding for to see.

"Yestreen the Queen had four Marica, O slowly, slowly raise she up,

The night she'll hae but three; And slowly put she on;,

There was Marie Seaton, and Marie Beaton, And slowly rode she out the way,

And Maric Carmichael, and me. IT Wi' mony a weary groan.

"O, often have I dress'd my Queen, The Queen was clad in scarlet, Her merry maids all in green;

And put gold upon her hair;

But now I've gotten for my reward And every town that they cam to,

The gallows to be my share. They took Marie for the Queen. "Ride hooly, hooly, gentlemen,

“Often have I dress'd my Queen, Ride hooly now wi' me!

And often made her bed; For never, I am sure, a wearier burd

But now I've gotten for my reward Rade in your companie."

The gallows tree to tread. * ("Queen Mary cam tripping down the stair,

P. 61. APOLLO.-"Fear not, Diana, I good tidings bring,
Withe gold rings in her hair:

And unto you glad oracles I sing ;
O where is the little babe,' she says,

Juno commands your Maries to be married, * That I heard greet sae sair?"

And, in all state, to marriuge-bed be carried." MOTHERWELL'S Version.)

P. 62. JUPITER.--"Five Maries thine:
(". There is na babo within my bouer,

One Marie now remains of Delia's five.
And I hope there ne'er will be ;

And she al wedlock o'er shortly will arrive."
But it's me wi' a sair and sick colic
And I'm just like to dee.'

P. 64. "To Mary Fleming, the King's valentyn--"
"But they looked up, they looked doun,

65. "To Mary Beton, Queen by lot, the day before the core Atween the bowsters and the wa',


Sundry Verscs.
It's there they got a bonny lad bairn,
But its life it was awa'."

The Queen's Maries are mentioned in many ballada, and the
KINLOCU's Version)

name seems to have passed into a general denomination for fe

nale altendants :: "What need ye hech! and how I ladics, What need ye how! for me?

"Now bear a hand, my Marles a', Ye never saw grace at a graceless faco.-

And busk me brave, and make me fine."

Old Ballac.
Queen Mary has nane to gie.'
"Gae forward, gae forward,' the Queen she said,

("'The Lament of the Queen's Marie, connected with its tale, Gae forward, that ye may see ;

beara so strong a stamp of nature, that we cannot resist quoting For the very same words that ye

hae said

it ; hoping, at the same time, that Mr. Scott will spare no pains Sall hang ye on the gullows tree.'

to recover the remainder, if there be any." KINLOCH's Version)

STODDART, Edinburgh Revir, January, 1903.

(The reviewer had then only three stanzas to quote, and these, The Netherbow port was the gate which divided the city of in the order they are now given, were stanza 23, 18, 19.) Edinburgh from the suburb, called the Canongate. It had towers

It is evident that Burns bad known more of this exquisite old and a spire, which formed a fine termination to the view from the ballad than Mr. Scott gave in his first edition of the Minstrelsy. Cross. The gate was pulled down in one of those fits of rage for In a letter to Mrs. Dunlop, conveying some information alwut pour indiscriminate destruction, with which the magistrates of a cor.

Falconer's fate, and dated 25th January, 1795, he introduces the poration are sometimes visited.

following: (At Balfour House in Fifeshire, there is a full-length portrait the sweet little leech at her boxom, where the poor fellow may

"Little does the fond mother think, as she hangs delighted over of Mary Beaton.-C. K. SHARPE.)

11 The Queen's Maries were four young ladics of the highest hereafter wander, and what may be his fate. I remember a stanza families in Scotland, who were sent to France in her train, and

in an old Scottish ballad, which, notwithstanding its rude simpli. returned with her in Scotland. They are mentioned hy Knox, in city, speaks fuclingly to the heart :the quotation introductory to this ballad. Keith gives us their

'Little did my mother think, namca, p. 55. "The young Queen, Mary, embarked at Dumbar.

That day she cradled me, ton for France, and with her went ....., and four

What land I was to travel in, young virgins, all of the name of Mary, viz. Livingston, Fleming,

Or what death I should die.' Seatoun, and Beatoun." The Queen's Maries ure mentioned ugain by the same author, p. 289 and 291, in the note. Neither "Ol) Scotch songs are, you know, a favourite study and purMary Livingston, nor Mirry Flening, are mentioned in the hallad; suit of mine ; and now I am on that subject allow me to give you nor are the Mary Hamilton, and Mary Carmichael, of the ballad.

two stanzas of another cld simple ballad, wluch, I am sure, will mentioned by Keith. But if this corps eontinued to consist of please you. The catastrophe of the piece is a pornuined female, young virgins, as when originally ruised, it could hardly have sub: lamenting her fate. She concludes with the pathetic washsisted without occrrional recruits; especially if we trist our old hard, and John Knox. The following additional notices of the

O that my father had ne'er on me smil'd ; Queen's Maries, occur in MONTBITI's Translation of Bucha.

O that my mother had ne'er to me sung; nan's Epigrams, &c.

O that my cradle had never been fuck'd ;

But that I had died when I was young! Page 60. Pomp of the Gods at the Marriage of Queen Mary, 29th July, 1563, a Dialogue.

o that the grave it were my bed:

My blankets were my winding-sheet :
DIANA.-" Great father, Marice* five late scrvod me,

The clocks and the worms my bed-fellows a'.
Were of my quire the glorious dignitie;

And, 0, sae sound as I should sleep!'
With these dear five the heaven I'd regain,
The happiness of other gods to stain ;

"I do not remember, in all my rending, to have met with any At my lot Juno, Venus, were in ire,

thing more truly the language of misery, than the exclamation in And stole a way onc."

the last line. Misery is like love ; to speak its language truly,

the author must huve felt it." • The Queen soems to be included in this number.

BUNNS, Avo. vol. II. D. 289 - F0.1

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"I charge ye all, ye mariners,

"Perhaps there may be bairns, kind sir; When ye sail ower the faem,

Perhaps there may be nane; Let neither my father for mother get wit,

But if you be a courtier, But that I'm coming hame.

You'll tell me soon your name.""I charge ye all, ye mariners,

"I am nae courtier, fair maid, That sail upon the sea,

But new come frae the sea; Let neither my father nor mother get wit

I am nae courtier, fair maid, This dog's death I'm to die.

But when I court with thee. "For if my father and mother got wit,

They call me Jack, when I'm abroad; And my bold brethren three,

Sometimes they call me John; O mickle wad he the gude red blude

But, when I'm in my father's bower, This day wad be spilt for me!

Jock Randal is my name.' "O little did my mother ken,

Ye lee, ye lee, ye bonny lad! That day she cradled me,

Sae loud's I hear ye lee! The lands I was to travel in,

For I'm Lord Randal's ae daughter, Or the death I was to die!

He has nae mair nor me.'

Ye lee, ye lee, ye bonny May!

Sac loud's I hear ye lee!

For I'm Lord Randal's ae ae son, Hon Mr. HERD's MS., where the following Note

Just now come o'er the sea.”— i prefired to it-"Copied from the mouth of a She's putten her hand down by her gare, milkmaid, 1771, by W. L."

And out she's ta'en a knife;

And she has put it in her heart's bleed, It was originally my intention to have omitted

And ta'en away her life. tba halad, on account of the disagreeable nature of the subject. Upon consideration, however, it seem

And he has ta'en up his bonny sister, ed a fair sample of a certain class of songs and

With the big tear in his een;. tales turning upon incidents the most horrible and And he has buried his bonny sister matural, with which the vulgar in Scotland are Amang the hollins green. greatly delighted, and of which they have current

And syne he's hied him o'er the dale, nisi them an ample store. Such, indeed, are

His father dear to seethe subjects of composition in most nations, during

Sing, Oh! and Oh! for my bonny hynd, tæ early period of society; when the feelings, rude

Beneath yon hollin tree !"and calhus, can only be affected by the strongest 500-41, and where the mind does not, as in a more "What needs you care for your bonny hynd ? reta age, recoil, disgusted, from the means by For it you needna care; when interest has been excited. Hence incest, par Take you the best, gie me the warst de-crimes, in fine, the foulest and most enor Since plenty is to spare."Duis were the early themes of the Grecian muse. Warther that delicacy, which precludes the modern

I carena for your hynds, my lord, bard from the choice of such impressive and dread

I carena for your fee; fal themes, be favourable to the higher classes of

But Oh! and Oh! for my bonny hynd, patic composition, may perhaps be questioned; but

Beneath the hollin tree !"there can be little doubi that the more important carse of virtue and morality is advanced by ihis ex

O were ye at your sister's bower,

Your sister fair to eluson. The knowledge, that enormities are not


You'll think nae mair o' your bonny hynd, whout precedent, may promote, and even suggest

Beneath the hollin tree." them. Hence, the publication of the Newgate Regizer has been prohibited by the wisdom of the lemelatare, having been found to encourage those Vity crimes of which it recorded the punishment. Hrnce, too, the wise maxim of the Romans, FaciForz ozlendi dum puniantur, flagitia autem ab

O GIN MY LOVE WERE YON RED ROSE. di debent. The ballad has a high degree of poetical merit.


O gin my love were yon red rose,

That grows upon the castle wa', COPIED FROM THE MOUTH OF A MILKMAID, IN 1771.

And I mysell a drap of dew,

Down on that red rose I would fa'. O May she comes, and May she goes,

O my love's bonny, bonny, bonny; Down by yon gardens green;

My love's bonny, and fair to see; And there she spied a gallant squire,

Whene'er I look on her weel-far'd face, As squire had ever been.

She looks and smiles again to me. And May she comes, and May she goes,

O gin my love were a pickle of wheat, Down by yon hollin tree;

And growing upon yon lily lee, And there she spied a brisk young squire,

And I mysell a bonny wee bird, And a brisk young squire was he.

Awa' wi' that pickle o' wheat I wad flee. Give me your green manteel, fair maid ;

O my love's bonny, &c.
Give me your maidenhead !*
Gin ye winna give me your green manteel,

O gin my love were a coffer o' gowd,
Give me your maidenhead!"-

And I the keeper of the key,
I wad open the kist whene'er I list,

And in that cofler I wad be. * (V. R. It's not for you a weed.--Ed.]

O my love's bonny, &c. 11:. Motherwell gives the following as the stanza here omitled by Herd :

I(V. R. "She's soak'd it in her red heart's blood,

And twined herself of life.”-MOTHERWELL.]
He's ts'en her by the milkwhite hand,
And saftly laid her down;

$ (For the originals of all these lover's wishes, see the Greek Aud worn he listed her up again,

Anthology, passim, or the English translations of Bland and He gee her a silver kaim."-ED.)

Merivale, 2 vols. 12mo. 1533.--ED.}

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