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I've been by burn and flow'ry brae,
Just come frae her mammy.
I gat her down in yonder howe,
For her poor mammy.
I prais'd her een, sae lovely blue,
She said, she'd tell her mammy.
queen of Scots, told me that the songs marked C. in the Teatable, were the composition of a Mr. CRAWFORD, of the house of Achnames, who was afterwards unfortunately drowned coming from France. As TYTLER was most intimately acquainted with ALLAN Ramsay, I think the anecdote may be depended on. Of consequence, the beautiful song of Tweedside is Mr. CrawFORD's, and indeed does great 'honour to his poetical talents. He was a ROBERT CRAWFORD; the Mary he celebrates, was a MARY STEWART, of the Castlemilk family, afterwards married to a Mr. John Ritchie.” In opposition to the above, however, Mr. WALTER Scott, in a note to his Marmion, informs us that
Tweedside was composed in honour of a Miss MARY LILIAS Scott, of the Harden family,-a lady who has been also celebrated as the Flower of Yarrow.
I hae a house, it cost me dear,
Gin ye will leave your mammy.
I canna leave my mammy.
hearted Lammie !
There! gang and ask my mammy. -.
She has been to kirk wi' me,
Just come frae her mammy.
TODLEN BUTT, AND TODLEN BEN.
Todlen hame, todlen hame,
Fair-fa' the gudewife, and send her good sale,
Syne if that her tippenny chance to be sma',
Todlen hame, todien hame,
My kimmer and I lay down to sleep,
Todlen butt, and todlen ben,
Saw ye my wee thing? Saw ye mine ain thing?
Saw ye my true love down on yon lea?
Sought she the burnie whar flow'rs the haw tree?
• There is a remark of BURNS's on this song, upon which there may exist some diversity of opinion. He says, “ it is perhaps the first bottle song that ever was composed;” meaning undoubtedly that it is the first, not in point of time, but in point of merit. Let this, however, be as it may, it is certain there are thousands of sterling, honest hearts, in this and every other country, who have often experienced the force and truth of one line of it in particular "0! poverty parts good company."
Her hair it is lint-white; her skin it is milk-white;
Dark is the blue o her saft rolling ee;
Whar could my wee thing wander frae me?
Nor saw I your true love down by yon lea; But I met my bonnie thing late in the gloamin,
Down by the burnie whar flow'rs the haw tree. Her hair it was lint-white; her skin it was milk-white:
Dark was the blue o' her saft rolling ee;
Sweet ware the kisses that she ga’e to me!
It was na my wee thing, it was na my ain thing,
It was na my true love ye met by the tree: Proud is her leel heart! modest her nature!
She never loo'd onie, till ance she loo'd me. Her name it is Mary; she's frae Castle-Cary:
Aft has she sat, when a bairn, on my knee: Fair as your face is, war't fifty times fairer,
Young bragger, she ne'er would gie kisses to thee! It was then your Mary; she's frae Castle-Cary;
It was then your true love I met by the tree: Proud as her heart is, and modest her nature,
Sweet ware the kisses that she ga’e to me. Sair gloom'd his dark brow, blood-red his cheek grew,
Wild flash'd the fire frae his red rolling ee! Ye's rue sair, this morning, your boasts and your
scorping: Defend ye, fause traitor! fu' loudly ye lie. Awa wi' beguiling, cried the youth, smiling.“
Aff went the bonnet; the lint-white locks flee; The belted plaid fa'ing, her white bosom shawing,
Fair stood the lov'd maid wi’ the dark rolling ee!
Is it my wee thing! is it mine ain thing!
Is it my true love here that I see! O Jamie, forgie me; your heart's constant to me;
I'll never mair wander, dear laddie, frae thee!
THE BANKS O' GLAIZART.
TUNE_" Locheroch Side."
Aroun' the banks o' Glaizart.
Aroun' the banks o’ Glaizart.
Upon thy banks, sweet Glaizart.
Upon thy banks, sweet Glaizart. ,
That grace thy banks, sweet Glaizart.
That grace thy banks, sweet Glaizart:
The bonnie banks o' Glaizart.