Bonnie Jocky, blythe and free, Won her heart right merrily: At church she no more frowning cried, “No, no, it will not do ; I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot buckle to." Modernised from a song of Tom D'Urfey. The air to which the song is now usually sung is of more recent origin than the words, having been the composition of Mr. Hook, father of the late Theodore Hook the novelist. Mr. Hook, besides composing many beautiful English melodies, wrote several in imitation of the Scottish manner. THOU ART GANE AWA'. ANONYMOUS. From "Johnson's Museum," 1787. To the tune of "Haud awa' frae me, Donald." THOU art gane awa', thou art gane awa' That aught could alter thee, Mary; Whate'er he said or might pretend That stole the heart of thine, Mary, Though you've been false, yet while I live Thy wrongs to them and me, Mary. Half what I've done for thee, Mary. THE TEARS I SHED MUST EVER FALL. MRS. DUGALD STEWART, wife of the philosopher. From "Johnson's Museum," 1792, THE tears I shed must ever fall, I mourn not for an absent swain; Their toils are past, their sorrows o'er; Though boundless oceans roll'd between, But bitter, bitter are the tears Of her who slighted love bewails; The flattering veil is rent aside, The flame of love burns to destroy. In vain does memory renew The hours once tinged in transport's dye; The sad reverse soon starts to view, And turns the past to agony. E'en time itself despairs to cure Those pangs to every feeling due: No cold approach, no alter'd mien, Just what would make suspicion start; No pause the dire extremes between, He made me blest-and broke my heart. From hope, the wretched's anchor, torn; Neglected and neglecting all, Friendless, forsaken, and forlorn, Он, weel may the boatie row, That wins the bairns' bread. I coost my line in Largo Bay, The boatie rows, the boatie rows, Oh, weel may the boatie row, And buys our parritch meal. And happy be the lot o' a' When Jamie vow'd he wad be mine, My kurtch I put upo' my head, But weel may the boatie row, And lucky be her part, And lightsome be the lassie's care That yields an honest heart. Burns, in his correspondence, states that this song was written by a Mr. Ewen of Aberdeen. Mr. Peter Buchan has recovered from tradition the old ballad upon which it appears to have been founded. The second stanza in Mr. Buchan's version is the same as that given above; but the other stanzas bear no resemblance to the modern song. Its merits or demerits do not entitle it to publication. The chorus is often sung as follows: The boatie rows, the boatie rows, The boatie rows fu' weel; And muckle luck attend the boat, LIZZY LINDSAY. From "Johnson's Museum," 1787. Air-" The Ewe-Bughts." "WILL ye gang wi' me, Lizzy Lindsay? "To gang to the Highlands wi' you, sir, "O Lizzy lass, ye maun ken little, She has kilted her coats o' green satin, AULD ROBIN GRAY.* LADY ANNE LINDSAY. YOUNG Jamie lo'ed me weel, and he sought me for his bride, When ny mither she fell sick, and the cow was stown awa, My fatler brak his arm, and my Jamie at the sea, And aul Robin Gray cam' a-courting to me. * This beautiful ballad, of which the authorship was long a mystery, was written by Lady Anne Lindsay, daughter of the Earl of Balcarras, and afterwards Lady Barnard. It appears to have been composed at the commencement of the year 1772, when the autho was yet a young girl. It was published anonymously, and acquired great popularity. No one, however, came forward to lay claim to the laurels lavished |