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CASTLE GORDON

Crystal streamlets gently flowing,
Busy haunts of base mankind,
Western breezes softly blowing,
Suit not my distracted mind.

In the cause of Right engaged,
Wrongs injurious to redress,
Honour's war we strongly waged,
But the Heavens denied success,
Ruin's wheel has driven o'er us.
Not a hope that dare attend,
The wide world is all before us-
But a world without a friend.

Castle Gordon.1

STREAMS that glide in orient plains,
Never bound by Winter's chains;
Glowing here on golden sands,
There immixed with foulest stains
From Tyranny's empurpled hands;
These, their richly gleaming waves,
I leave to tyrants and their slaves;
Give me the stream that sweetly laves
The banks by Castle Gordon.

Spicy forests, ever gay,
Shading from the burning ray
Hapless wretches sold to toil;
Or the ruthless native's way,

Bent on slaughter, blood, and spoil:

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Woods that ever verdant wave,
I leave the tyrant and the slave;
Give me the groves that lofty brave
The storms by Castle Gordon.

Wildly here, without control,
Nature reigns and rules the whole;
In that sober pensive mood,

Dearest to the feeling soul,

She plants the forest, pours the flood:

Life's poor day I'll musing rave

And find at night a sheltering cave,
Where waters flow and wild woods wave,
By bonie Castle Gordon.

Song.-Lady Onlie, Honest Lucky.1

Tune-"The Ruffian's Rant."

A' THE lads o' Thorniebank,

When they gae to the shore o' Bucky,
They'll step in an' tak a pint

Wi' Lady Onlie, honest lucky.

Chorus.-Lady Onlie, honest lucky,"

Brews gude ale at shore o' Bucky;
I wish her sale for her gude ale,
The best on a' the shore o' Bucky.

Her house sae bien,b her curch sae clean
I wat she is a daintie chuckiea;
And cheery blinks the ingle-gleed
O' Lady Onlie, honest luckie.
Lady Onlie, &c.

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THE BONIE LASS OF ALBANY

Theniel Menzies' Bonie Mary.1

Air-"The Ruffian's Rant," or Roy's Wife.

IN comin by the brig o' Dye,

At Darlet we a blinka did tarry;
As day was dawin in the sky,
We drank a health to bonie Mary.

Chorus.-Theniel Menzies' bonie Mary,
Theniel Menzies' bonie Mary,
Charlie Grigor tint his plaidie,
Kissin' Theniel's bonie Mary.

Her een sae bright, her brow sae white,
Her haffet locks as brown's a berry;
And aye they dimpl't wi' a smile,
The rosy cheeks o' bonie Mary.

Theniel Menzies' bonie Mary, &c.

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We lap an' danc'd the lee-lang day,
Till piper lads were wae and weary;
But Charlie gat the spring' to pay
For kissin Theniel's bonie Mary.

Theniel Menzies' bonie Mary, &c.

The Bonie Lass of Albany.2
Tune-" "Mary's Dream."

My heart is wae, and unco wae,

To think upon the raging sea,
That roars between her gardens green
An' the bonie Lass of Albany.

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This lovely maid's of royal blood
That ruled Albion's kingdoms three,
But oh, alas! for her bonie face,
They've wrang'd the Lass of Albany.

In the rolling tide of spreading Clyde
There sits an isle of high degree,
And a town of fame whose princely name
Should grace the Lass of Albany.

But there's a youth, a witless youth,
That fills the place where she should be ;
We'll send him o'er to his native shore,
And bring our ain sweet Albany.

Alas the day, and woe the day,

A false usurper wan the gree,

Who now commands the towers and landsThe royal right of Albany.

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of York, "ma chère fille étant reconnue par moi, par la France, par le Pape, est Altesse Royale.' (Brit. Mus. Add. MSS. 34, 364.) Charles could not acknowledge a marriage with Miss Walkinshaw without proclaiming himself a bigamist, and Miss Walkinshaw had long before made a formal affidavit that she was never married. In her own Mémoire of December 22, 1772, Charlotte Stuart does not pretend that her father and mother were united by marriage. (Archives des Affaires Etrangères. Mem. et Doo. Angleterre, vol. 81, pp. 71. 72.) On July 18, 1784, Charles sent to the Comte de Vergennes, for the Parlement de Paris, letters of legitimation for his daughter. (Archives, 81, p. 153.) Charles speaks expressly of his "natural daughter.' This charming and beautiful woman soothed the last days of her father, who, in many letters, speaks of her with touching affection. She did not long survive

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him.

Apparently the Parlement de Paris did not give full legal sanction to Charles's letters of 1784, till September 6, 1787. Among suggestions for medals to be struck on this occasion, was one bearing the legend Spes Extrema et Exigua. It is stated, on what authority the Editor does not know, that Miss Walkinshaw protested against her own repudiation of a marriage with Charles, signed by her in presence of Waters, the Paris Agent of the Stuarts. But no documentary evidence in favour of a marriage ceremony is known to have been produced.

The

Editor has consulted the MSS. Letter Books of Andrew Lumsden, Secretary to the exiled James III., where an authenticated copy of Miss Walkinshaw's disclaimer of marriage exists. Among modern Stuart pretenders one professed to be descended from Miss Walkinshaw's daughter Charlotte, by a secret marriage.

ON SCARING WATER-FOWL

We'll daily pray, we'll nightly pray,
On bended knees most fervently,
The time may come, with pipe an' drum
We'll welcome hame fair Albany.

On Scaring some Water-fowl

In Loch Turit.

A wild scene among the Hills of Oughtertyre.1

"This was the production of a solitary forenoon's walk from Oughtertyre House. I lived there, the guest of Sir William Murray, for two or three weeks, and was much flattered by my hospitable reception. What a pity "Tis that the mere emotions of gratitude are so impotent in this world. lucky that, as we are told, they will be of some avail in the world to come." -R. B., Glenriddell MSS.

WHY, ye tenants of the lake,

For me your wat'ry haunt forsake?
Tell me, fellow-creatures, why
At my presence thus you fly?
Why disturb your social joys,
Parent, filial, kindred ties ?—
Common friend to you and me,
Nature's gifts to all are free:
Peaceful keep your dimpling wave,
Busy feed, or wanton lave;
Or, beneath the sheltering rock,
Bide the surging billow's shock.

Conscious, blushing for our race,
Soon, too soon, your fears I trace.
Man, your proud usurping foe,
Would be lord of all below:

Plumes himself in freedom's pride,

Tyrant stern to all beside.

1 The date is about October 15. been making interest for a place in the

Burns, as Chambers hints, may have

Excise.

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