I'll lead thee to the birken bow'r, on yon burn side, Sae sweetly wove wi' woodbine flow'r, on yon burn side: There the busy prying eye, Ne'er disturbs the lover's joy, While in ither's arms they lie, down by yon burn side. Awa, ye rude unfeeling crew, frae yon burn side, Those fairy scenes are no for you, by yon burn side: There fancy smooths her theme, By the sweetly murm'ring stream, And the rock-lodg'd echoes skim, down by yon burn side. Now the plantin' taps are ting'd wi' goud, on yon burn side, And gloamin' draws her foggy shroud, o'er yon burn side: Far frae the noisy scene, I'll thro' the fields alane, There we'll meet, my ain dear Jean! down by yon burn side. MARY. TUNE-" Good night, and joy be wi' you a'." How dear to think on former days, In lofty rhyme they ought to soar. And when the moon shot forth her light, How sweet to pass the peaceful night, Tho' grand these scenes of peace and joy, 'Tis not for them I'd drop the tear; heart annoy, Remembrance will my When thinking on my Mary dear. Far from my friends, far from my home, Her scenes of grandeur now appear; What power can e'er my thoughts divide, From Clyde's fair banks and Mary dear. No power on earth can change my heart, For them I'll cast a look behind. FAIR HELEN. I WISH I were where Helen lies, Oh Helen fair! oh Helen chaste! By a Mr. D. WEIR of Greenock. Oh Helen fair beyond compare, I wish my grave were growing green, Curs'd be the heart that hatch'd the thought, And died to succour me. O think na ye my heart was sair, My love dropt down and spake nae mair! On fair Kirkconnell lea. Where Helen lies, where Helen lies, The story of the above Ballad is thus given by Mr. PENNANT in his Tour through Scotland:-" In the burying ground of Kirkconnell is the grave of the fair HELEN IRVINE, and that of her lover: She was daughter of the house of Kirkconnell, and was beloved by two gentlemen at the same time: the one vowed to sacrifice the successful rival to his resentment, and watched an opportunity while the happy pair were sitting on the banks of the Kirtle, that washes these grounds. HELEN perceived the desperate lover on the opposite side, and fondly thinking to save her favourite, interposed, and receiving the wound intended for her beloved, fell and expired in his arms. He instantly revenged her death, then fled into Spain, and served for some time against the Infidels. On his return he visited the grave of his unfortunate mistress, stretched himself on it, and expiring on the THE MASSACRE OF GLENCOE. TUNE-"Hey tuttie taitie.” BROAD Set the sun o'er wild Glencoe, Yon level sun sinks down in blood, Each smiling host salutes his guest, All's still!-but hark! from height to height The hoarse assassin yell! Is there no arm on high to save Or where he slumber'd fell! spot, was interred by her side. A sword and a cross are engraven on the tomb stone, with Hic jacet ADAM FLEMING;' the only memorial of this gentleman, except an ancient ballad, of no great merit, which records this tragical event." Mr. PENNANT probably alludes to that edition of the ballad which is given in the Statistical account of the parish of Kilpatrick-Fleming: it is much longer than the foregoing, and contains some meagre incongruous verses. and Red rose the sun o'er lone Glencoe; Round sheal and hamlet's sheltering rock All's still!-save round yon mountain's head, A deed of hell proclaim. Wo! for thy clan, thou wild Glencoe! Glenorchy on thy name. * *The above excellent stanzas are from the pen of the author of the romance of Clan-albin, and exhibit but a faint picture of that night of blood which will never be blotted out from the memory of Highlanders. That horrible transaction has thrown an indelible stain upon King William; and notwithstanding the address of the Scottish parliament, in 1695, by which he was solemnly exculpated, his memory must still be loaded with the suspicion of having concerted, countenanced, and enforced this barbarous execution, especially as the Master of Stair, then secretary for Scotland, escaped with impunity, and the other actors of the tragedy, far from being punished, were preferred in the service. In the year 1691, as the Highlanders, who were fondly attached to the Stuart family, had not totally submitted to the authority of William, the Earl of Breadalbane undertook to bring them over, by distributing sums of money among their chiefs and £15,000 were remitted from England for this purpose. The clans being informed of this remittance, suspected that the Earl's design was to appropriate to himself the best part of the money; and when he began to treat with them, made such extravagant demands, that he found his scheme impracticable. |