When tedding out the hay, Her arms white, round, and smooth Without the help of art, Like flow'rs which grace the wild, Whene'er she spoke or smil'd: I wish'd her for my bride. Oh! had I a' that wealth That none but bonnie she, The lass of Patie's mill, Should share the same with me. * * BURNS, in one of his letters, remarks, that "The Lass of Patie's Mill is one of RAMSAY's best songs.-In Sir JOHN SINCLAIR'S Statistical volumes, are two claims, one, I think, from Aberdeenshire, and the other from Ayrshire, for the honour of HER BLUE ROLLIN' EE. My lassie is lovely as May-day, adorning 0 say, what is whiter than snaw on the mountain? Or what wi' the red rose in beauty can vie? Yes, whiter her bosom than snaw on the mountain, And bonnie her face as the red rose can be. See yon lowly cottage that stands by the wild wood, Though soon frae my hame and my lassie I wander'd, O for the evening, and O for the hour, When down by yon greenwood she promis'd to be; When quick as the summer dew dries on the flower, A' earthly affections and wishes wad flee. this song. The following anecdote, which I had from the present Sir WILLIAM CUNNINGHAM, of Robertland, who had it of the late JOHN, Earl of Loudon, I can, on such authorities, believe. ALLAN RAMSAY was residing at Loudon Castle with the then Earl, father to Earl JOHN; and one forenoon, riding or walking out together, his Lordship and ALLAN passed a sweet romantic spot on Irvine water, still called "Patie's Mill," where a bonnie lass was "tedding hay, bareheaded on the green." My Lord observed to ALLAN, that it would be a fine theme for a song. Ramsay took the hint, and lingering behind, he composed the first sketch of it, which he produced at dinner." Let Art and let Nature display their proud treasure; LOGAN WATER. O LOGAN, Sweetly didst thou glide, Again the merry month o' May Within yon milk-white hawthorn bush, O, wae upon you, men o' state, BONNIE DUNDEE. O WHARE gat ye that hauvermeal bannock? This song is highly characteristic of the mind of BURNS, both on account of the fine rural imagery it contains, and the noble burst of indignant resentment, with which it finishes, against those who make a trade of embroiling mankind, and of spreading, by means of war, misery and desolation over the face of society. The temper in which it was composed is thus described, by the Poet himself, in the letter which accompanied it to the Editor of the Musical work in which it made its first appearance." Have you ever, my dear Sir, felt your bosom ready to burst with indignation on reading of those mighty villains who divide kingdom against kingdom, desolate provinces, and lay nations waste, out of the wantonness of ambition, or often from still more ignoble passions? In a mood of this kind to-day, I recollected the air of Logan Water; and it occurred to me that its querulous melody had its origin from the plaintive indignation of some swelling, suffering heart, fired at the tyrannic strides of some public destroyer; and overwhelmed with private distress, the consequence of a country's ruin. If I have done any thing at all like justice to my feelings, the following song, composed in three-quarters of an hour's meditation in my elbow chair, ought to have some merit." I gat it frae a young brisk sodger laddie, Atween Saint Johnstoun and bonnie Dundee. O gin I saw the laddie that ga'e me't! Aft has he doudl'd me upon his knee; My blessings upon that sweet wee lippie, I GAED A WAEFU' GATE YESTREEN. It was her een sae bonnie blue. She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wil❜d, |