THE BRAES O' KILLIECRANKIE For fear, by foes, that they should lose They've lost some gallant gentlemen, The Braes o' Killiecrankie.1 b WHARE hae ye been sae braw, lad? с Chorus.-An ye had been whare I hae been, I faught at land, I faught at sea, ⚫ meal mixed with hot water. b fine. " с merry. probably erected, in fact, "for battles long ago." Dundee was shot in the grounds of Urrard House, midway between the modern road and the shelter trenches of his Highlanders. ⚫ furrow. Awa' Whigs, awa'1 Chorus.-Awa' Whigs, awa'! Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns, OUR thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair, Our ancient crown's fa'en in the dust- Our sad decay in church and state The Whigs cam' o'er us for a curse, Grim vengeance lang has taen a nap, Gude help the day when Royal heads Awa' Whigs, &c. b knock. 1 The last prophetic verse (1789) is manifestly Burns's own, and the Editor cannot recall any earlier example of the whole song. a went. A WAUKRIFE MINNIE A Waukrife Minnie.1 WHARE are you gaun, my bonie lass, O whare live ye, my bonie lass, But I foor* up the glen at e'en, O weary fa' the waukrife cock, An angry wife I wat she raise, And o'er the bed she brocht her; And wi' a meikle hazel runge She made her a weel-pay'd dochter. O fare thee weel, my bonie lass, b wakeful. 1 I picked up this old song and tune from a country girl in Nithsdale. I The Captive Ribband.1 Tune-"Robaidh dona gorach. DEAR Myra, the captive ribband's mine, The sole reward that crowns my pain? Go, bid the hero who has run Thro' fields of death to gather fame, And all his well-earn'd praise disclaim. The ribband shall its freedom lose- It shall upon my bosom live, Or clasp me in a close embrace; Retrieve its doom, and take its place. My Heart's in the Highlands.2 Tune-"Failte na Miosg." FAREWELL to the Highlands, farewell to the north, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. 1 Given by Mr Scott Douglas on the sole authority of Mr Stenhouse. Mr Scott Douglas quotes the remark of Scott that Burns was "devoid of the spirit of chivalry;' a saying than which none "gave greater and wider offence." Chivalry certainly did not inspire the Ode on the dead Mrs Oswald. The source of Mr Stenhouse's attribution is unknown. The chorus is traditional. Scott is said to have been wont to sing some allied lines. It is generally understood that he could not sing a note. THE WHISTLE Chorus.-My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow, The Whistle-A Ballad.1 I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North, Was brought to the court of our good Scottish King, 1 As the authentic pross history of the Whistle is curious, I shall here give it. In the train of Anne of Denmark, when she came to Scotland with our James the Sixth, there came over also a Danish gentleman of gigantic stature and great prowess, and a matchless champion of Bacchus. He had a curious ebony ca' or Whistle, which, at the commencement of the orgies, he laid on the table; and whoever was last able to blow it, every body else being disabled by the potency of the bottle, was to carry off the Whistle as a trophy of victory. The Dane produced credentials of his victories, without a single defeat, at the courts of Copenhagen, Stockholm, Moscow, Warsaw, and several of the petty courts in Germany; and challenged the Scots Bacchanalians to the alternative of trying his prowess, or else acknowledging their inferiority.After many overthrows on the part of the Scots, the Dane was encountered by Sir Robert Laurie of Maxwelton, ancestor of the present worthy baronet of that name: who after three days and nights' hard contest, left the Scandinavian under the table, And blew on the Whistle his Requiem shrill. Sir Walter, son to Sir Robert beforementioned, afterwards lost the Whistle to Walter Riddel of Glenriddel, who had married a sister of Sir Walter's.On Friday, the 16th of October, 1790, at Friars-carse, the Whistle was once more contended for, as related in the ballad, by the present Sir Robert Laurie; Robert Riddel, Esq., of Glenriddel, lineal descendant and representative of Walter Riddel, who won the Whistle, and in whose family it had continued; and Alexander Ferguson, Esq., of Craigdarroch, likewise descended of the great Sir Robert; which last gentleman carried off the hard-won honours of the field.—R. B. The real umpire was a Mr M'Murdo, as documentary evidence shews. Burnsians dispute as to whether Burns was actually present or not; it is only certain that he did not mind proclaiming his presence, and publishing his proclamation. |