THE BLACK BIRD. From the "Tea-Table Miscellany," 1724. UPON a fair morning, for soft recreation, Yet if death should blind me, as true love inclines me, Once into fair England my black bird did flourish, But since that false fortune, which still is uncertain, His name I'll advance in Spain and in France, The birds of the forest all met together; The turtle has chosen to dwell wi' the dove; He's all my heart's treasure, my joy and my pleasure, In England my black bird and I were together, Alas, he was forced from thence to depart! In England he seemeth a stranger to be; What if the fowler my black bird has taken! And hope yet to see him in May or in June. It is not the occan can fright me wi' danger, I pray Heaven, so spacious, to Britain be gracious, My black bird with honour, wherever he be! The "black bird" was a name given to the "Chevalier" for his dark complexion. It has often excited surprise that Allan Ramsay should have admitted so dangerous a song into his harmless and loyal collection. The allegory can scarcely be said to have been obscure and complicated enough to have deceived him as to its real meaning. LEWIS GORDON. DR. ALEXANDER GEDDES, born 1737, died 1802. Он, send Lewie Gordon hame, Oh, to see his tartan trews, Bonnet blue, and laigh-heel'd shoes, Philabeg aboon his knee! That's the lad that I'll gang wi'. Ochon, &c. This lovely youth of whom I sing On his breast he wears a star,- Oh, to see this princely one Then begins the jub’lee year. The "Lewis Gordon" of this song was a son of the Duke of Gordon. He was implicated in the affair of 1745, but fled to France after the defeat of Culloden. WHAT'S A' THE STEER? ANONYMOUS. 1745. WHAT'S a' the steer, kimmer? An', haith, he'll soon be here. I'm right glad to hear't, kimmer, Sin' Charlie he is landed, We hae nae mair to fear; I HAE NAE KITH. ANONYMOUS. 1745. I HAE nae kith, I hae nae kin, He's far ayont the sea. He's gane wi' ane that was our ain, And we may rue the day When our king's ae daughter came here To play sic foul play. Oh, gin I were a bonnie bird Wi' wings, that I might flee! To ane that's dear to me, And sit upon a king's window The adder lies i' the corbie's nest Aneath the corbie's wing, And the blast that reaves the corbie's brood Will soon blaw hame our king. Then blaw ye east, or blaw ye west, Or blaw ye o'er the faem, Oh, bring the lad that I lo'e best, WE'LL NEVER SEE PEACE SIN' CHARLIE'S AWA' From Buchan's "Prince Charles and Flora Macdonald.", By Carnousie's wa's, at the close of the day, Our kirk's gaen either to ruin again. My sire and five brethren wi' Charlie they gaed, For nae pleasure I've seen sin' my prince was awa'. Our auld honest master, the laird o' the lan', He bauldly set aff at the head o' the clan ; But the knowes o' Carnousie again he ne'er saw, Yon pale Lammas moon has come threescore times roun’ This song, long supposed to have been lost, was recovered by Mr. Peter Buchan. The song by Burns, which immediately follows, was founded upon it. By yon castle-wa', at the close of the day, The church is in ruins, the state is in jars, My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword, |