Now life is a burden that bows me down, Since I tint my bairns and he tint his crown; But till my last moments my words are the same,— There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame. THE WHITE COCKADE. From Herd's Collection, 1776. Air-"The white cockade." My love was born in Aberdeen, The bonniest lad that e'er was seen; But now he makes our hearts fu' sad- Oh, leeze me on the philabeg, I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel, A braidsword, and a white cockade. I'll sell my rokely and my tow, May tak' the field wi' his white cockade. Ower bush, ower bank, ower ditch, ower stank, The butter-box gat mony knocks; Her leap'd about, her skipp'd about, Their crowns were cleaved in twa, then ; The Solemn League and Covenant Sir Evan Dhu and his men true Och on a righ! och on a righ! Why should she lose king Shames, man? Och rig in di! och rig in di! She shall break a' her banes, then ; With furichinich, and stay awhile, And speak a word or twa, man, She's gie ye a straik out ower the neck Before ye win awa’, then. Oh, fie for shame, ye're three for ane! King Shames' red coats should be hung up, Had they bent their bows like Highland trews, They'd saved their king, that sacred thing, And Willie'd run awa', then. Killiecrankie - one of the loveliest as well as grandest spots in Scotland - is celebrated as the place where General Hugh Mackay of Scoury, the able general of King William III., was defeated by the gallant Viscount Dundee, the "Claverhouse of popular tradition. Dundee lost his life in the battle. ADIEU FOR EVERMORE. From "Johnson's Museum." It was a' for our richtfu' king It was a' for our richtfu' king We e'er saw Irish land, my dear, Now a' is done that men can do, My love, my native land, farewell; He turn'd him richt and round about And ga'e his bridle-reins a shake, The sodger frae the war returns, When day is gane, and nicht is come, I think on him that's far awa' The lee-lang night, and weep, my dear, |