WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT. O, WILLIE brew'd a peck o' maut, Here are we met, three merry boys, It is the moon, I ken her horn, Wha first shall rise to gang awa, We are na fou, &c. * This song is a well known production of BURNS's. He tells us that the air was composed by his friend Mr. ALLAN MASTERTON, and adds, "the occasion of it was this:-Mr. WM. NICOL, of the High School, Edinburgh, during the autumn vacation, being at Moffat, honest ALLAN, who was at that time on a visit to Dalswinton, and I, went to pay NICOL a visit.-We had such a joyous meeting, that Mr. MASTERTON and I agreed, each in our own way, that we should celebrate the business."Accordingly the one produced the words, the other the mpsic. THE WAUKING O' THE FAULD. My Peggy is a young thing, Just enter'd in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, I wish nae mair to lay my care, My Peggy smiles sae kindly, That I look down on a' the town, My Peggy sings sae saftly, BLYTHE WAS SHE. TUNE-" Andro and his cutty gun." Blythe, blythe and merry was she, And blythe in Glenturit glen. By Ochtertyre grows the aik, On Yarrow banks the birken shaw; Than braes o' Yarrow ever saw. Her looks were like a flower in May, Her bonnie face it was as meek The ev❜ning sun was ne'er sae sweet The Highland hills I've wander'd wide, * "I composed these verses while I stayed at Ochtertyre with Sir WILLIAM MURRAY.-The lady, who was also at Ochtertyre at the same time, was the well-known toast, Miss EUPHEMIA MURRAY of Lentrose, who was called, and very justly, The Flower of Strathmore."-Burns. FAREWELL TO LOCHABER. FAREWELL to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean, Tho' hurricanes rise, and raise ev'ry wind, Then glory, my Jeanie, maun plead my excuse; I gae, then, my lass, to win glory and fame, And if I should chance to come gloriously hame, I'll bring a heart to thee with love running o'er, And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more. THE DAY RETURNS, MY BOSOM BURNS. THE day returns, my bosom burns, Than a' the pride that loads the tide, While day and night can bring delight, Comes in between to make us part; It breaks my bliss-it breaks my heart. * It may be said of almost all BURNS's songs, that they were called forth by some particular incident or occurrence connected with the history of his own life, or by those various feelings of love, gratitude, and veneration, excited in his mind by the contemplation of human worth and excellence. In the circle of his own friends, and among those whom he casually encountered, in his intercourse with the world, his discerning mind discovered many of those virtues and graces which give dignity to, and consecrate, the charms of song; and consequently, his muse was under the less necessity of wandering into the regions of fancy in quest of subjects to celebrate and immortalize. That the song here given, owes its origin to the predominance of the above-mentioned feelings, is clear from the following note concerning it by the author. "I composed this song out of compliment to one of the happiest and worthiest married couples in the world, ROBERT RIDDEL, Esq. of Glenriddel, and his lady. At their fire-side I have enjoyed more pleasant evenings than at all the houses of fashionable people in this country put together; and to their kindness and hospitality I am indebted for many of the happiest hours of my life." |