And there will be rich brother Nabobs, Then hey! the chaste Interest o' Broughton, In March the three-an'-twentieth morn, The sun raise clear an' bright; But oh! I was a waefu' man, Ere to-fa' o' the night. Yerl Galloway lang did rule this land, And thereto was his kinsmen join'd, Yerl Galloway's man o' men was I, But now Yerl Galloway's sceptre's broke, And I my ancient craft may try, Sin' honesty is gane. 'Twas by the banks o' bonie Dee, Beside Kirkcudbright's towers, The Stewart and the Murray there, Did muster a' their powers. Then Murray on the auld grey yaud, That auld grey yaud a' Nidsdale rade, And there had na been the Yerl himsel, O there had been nae play; And there was Balmaghie, I ween, And frae Glenkens cam to our aid In case that worth should wanted be, And by our banners march'd Muirhead, And Buittle was na slack; Whase haly priesthood nane could stain, For wha could dye the black? And there was grave squire Cardoness, Look'd on till a' was done; Sae in the tower o' Cardoness A howlet sits at noon. And there led I the Bushby clan, And my son Maitland, wise as brave, The Douglas and the Heron's name, But Douglasses o' weight had we, For building cot-houses sae fam'd, And there Redcastle drew his sword, And last cam creepin' Collieston, INSCRIPTION FOR AN ALTAR OF INDEPENDEN At Kerroughtree, the Seat of Mr. Heron. THOU of an independent mind, With soul resolv'd, with soul resign'd; Prepar'd Power's proudest frown to brave, Who wilt not be, nor have a slave; Virtue alone who dost revere, Thy own reproach alone dost fear Approach this shrine, and worship here. THE CARDIN O'T, THE SPINNIN O'T I COFT a stane o' haslock woo', Chorus-The cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't, The warpin' o't, the winnin' o't; The tailor staw the lynin' o't. For tho' his locks be lyart grey, The pride of a' the parishen. The cardin o't, &c. THE COOPER O' CUDDY Tune "Bab at the bowster." Chorus-We'll hide the Cooper behint the door, THE Cooper O' Cuddy came here awa, He sought them out, he sought them in, But the body he was sae doited and blin', They cooper'd at e'en, they cooper'd at morn, And swears that there they sall stan' O. THE LASS THAT MADE THE BED TO ME WHEN Januar' wind was blawing cauld, The mirksome night did me enfauld, By my gude luck a maid I met, To walk into a chamber fair. I bow'd fu' low unto this maid, An' bade her make a bed to me; Wi' twa white hands she spread it doun; She put the cup to her rosy lips, And drank-"Young man, now sleep ye soun'." Chorus-The bonie lass made the bed to me, The braw lass made the bed to me, The lass that made the bed to me. She snatch'd the candle in her hand, "Haud aff your hands, young man!" she said, "And dinna sae uncivil be; Gif ye hae ony luve for me, O wrang na my virginitie." Her hair was like the links o' gowd, Her teeth were like the ivorie, Her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine, Her bosom was the driven snaw, |