DAUGHTER. Haud your tongue, mother, and let that abee; MOTHER. Haud your tongue, dochter, and lay by your pride, DAUGHTER. Auld Rob Morris, I ken him fu' weel, MOTHER. Though auld Rob Morris be an elderly man, DAUGHTER. But auld Rob Morris I never will hae, His back is so stiff, and his beard is grown grey; Sae mair o' Rob Morris I never will hear.* HEY FOR A LASS WI' A TOCHER! BURNS. TUNE-Ballinamona and Ora. Awa wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms, *From the Tea-Table Miscellany (1724,) where it is printed with the signature Q. Then, hey for a lass wi' a tocher, The nice yellow guineas for me! Your beauty's a flower in the morning that blows, But the rapturous charm o' the bonnie green knowes, And e'en when this beauty your bosom has bless'd, The brightest o' beauty may cloy when possess'd; But the sweet yellow darlings, wi' Geordie imprest, The langer ye hae them, the mair they're carest. AE FOND KISS. BURNS. Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, I'll ne'er blame thy partial fancy, We had ne'er been broken-hearted. Fare thee well, thou first and fairest! B Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, STREPHON AND LYDIA. WILLIAM WALLACE, ESQ. ALL lovely, on the sultry beach, No hand the cordial draught to reach, Far distant from the mournful scene, And all the spring to please. TUNE-Polwarth on the Green. AT Polwarth, on the Green, If you'll meet me the morn, This Song was written by William Wallace, Esq. of Cairnhill, in Ayrshire, upon the fate of an unfortunate couple who figured in fashionable society at Edinburgh during the earlier half of the last century. Strephon was a gentleman commonly known by the name of Beau Gibson, and Lydia was a lady celebrated in the poems of Mr Hamilton of Bangour, under the title of Gentle Jean. Having met frequently at public places, they formed a reciprocal attachment, which their friends thought dangerous, as their resources were by no means adequate to their tastes and habits of life. To elude the bad consequences of such a connexion, Strephon was sent abroad with a commission, and perished in Admiral Vernon's expedition to Carthagena. Polwarth is a small primitive-looking parish-village in the centre of Berwickshire, with a green, in the centre of which three thorns grow within a little enclosure. These trees are the successors of one aged thorn, which, Where lads and lasses do convene Let dorty dames say Na, As lang as e'er they please, At Polwarth, on the Green, AWA, WHIGS, AWA! TUNE-Awa, Whigs, awa! OUR thistles flourish'd fresh and fair, Awa, Whigs, awa! Awa, Whigs, awa! Ye're but a pack o' traitor loons; after keeping its place there for centuries, was blown down some years ago It was formerly the custom of the villagers, who are a simple race, and were formerly vassals to the Earl of Marchmont, whose seat is in the neigh bourhood, to dance round this venerable tree at weddings; which they are said to have done in consequence of a romantic incident in the history of the noble family just mentioned. The song first appeared in the Tea-Table Miscellany, 1724. Our sad decay in church and state The Whigs came o'er us for a curse, A foreign Whiggish loon bought seeds, Our ancient crown's fa'n i' the dust, Grim Vengeance lang has ta'en a nap, The deil he heard the stour o❜ tongues, Sae grim he sat amang the reek, Awa, Whigs, awa! Awa, Whigs, awa! Ye'll rin me out o' wun spunks, And ne'er do good at a'. This song is partly of ancient and partly of modern composition. "There is a tradition," says Mr Hogg, in the Notes to his Jacobite Relics, "that at the battle of Bothwell-bridge, the piper to Clavers's own troop of horse stood on the brink of the Clyde, playing the air of this song with great glee; but, being struck by a bullet, either by chance, or in conse quence of an aim taken, as is generally reported, he rolled down the bank in the agonies of death; and always, as he rolled over the bag, so intent was he on this old party tune, that, with determined firmness of fingering, he made the pipes to yell out two or three notes more of it, till at last he plunged into the river, and was carried peaceably down the stream, among a great number of floating Whigs." |