1 Written for Albyn's Anthology, vol. ii., 1818, and set to highly amused with a sly allusion to his two-fold character of music in Mr. Thomson's Collection, in 1822 Caird signifies Tinker. 3 Mr. D. Thomson, of Galashiels, produced a parody on this song at an annual dinner of the manufacturers there, which Sir Walter Scott usually attended; and the Poet was Sheriff of Selkirkshire, and author-suspect of "Rob Roy," in the chorus, “Think ye, does the Shirra ken Rob M'Gregor's come again?" I glance like the wildfire through country and town; Here little, and hereafter bliss, Is best from age to age. "As Jeanie entered, she heard first the air, and then a part of the chorus and words of what had been, What did ye wi' the bridal ring-bridal ring-bridal perhaps, the song of a jolly harvest-home." ring? What did ye wi' your wedding ring, ye little cutty quean, O? I gied it till a sodger, a sodger, a sodger, I gied it till a sodger, an auld true love o' mine, O. Good even, good fair moon, good even to thee; The form and the features, the speech and degree, It is the bonny butcher lad, That wears the sleeves of blue, There's a bloodhound ranging Tinwald Wood, Up in the air, On my bonnie grey mare, And I see, and I see, and I see her yet. In the bonnie cells of Bedlam, And prayer and fasting plenty. My banes are buried in yon kirk-yard And it is but my blithsome ghaist I'm Madge of the country, I'm Madge of the town, I am Queen of the Wake, and I'm Lady of May, The wild-fire that flashes so fair and so free He that is down need fear no fall, He that is humble ever shall Fulness to such a burthen is That go on pilgrimage; Our work is over-over now, The goodman wipes his weary brow, The night comes on when sets the sun, "The attendant on the hospital arranged her in her bed as she desired, with her face to the wall, and her back to the light. So soon as she was quiet in this new position, she began again to sing in the same low and modulated strains, as if she was recovering the state of abstraction which the interruption of her visitants had disturbed. The strain, however, was different, and rather resembled the music of the methodist hymns, though the measure of the song was similar to that of the former:" (4.)-CHAP. XXXV. I beseech you— (2.)-NORMAN THE FORESTER'S SONG. "AND humming his rustic roundelay, the yeoman went on his road, the sound of his rough voice gradually dying away as the distance betwixt them increased." THE monk must arise when the matins ring, But the yeoman must start when the bugles sing, 'Tis time, my hearts, 'tis time. There's bucks and raes on Billhope braes, There's a herd on Shortwood Shaw; But a lily white doe in the garden goes, She 's fairly worth them a'. (3.) THE PROPHECY. Chap. iii. "WITH a quivering voice, and a cheek pale with These tears beseech you, and these chaste hands apprehension, Caleb faltered out the following lines:" The Legend of Montrose. (1.)-ANCIENT GAELIC MELODY. "So saying, Annot Lyle sate down at a little distance upon the bench on which Allan M'Aulay was placed, and tuning her clairshach, a small harp, about (2.) THE ORPHAN MAID. "TUNING her instrument, and receiving an assenting look from Lord Monteith and Allan, Annot Lyle executed the following ballad, which our friend, Mr. Secundus M'Pherson, whose goodness we had before |