James Marquis of Drummond, son of James (Drummond) Duke of Perth, was lieutenant-general of horse, and "behaved with great gallantry." He was attainted, but escaped to France, where he soon after died. William (Mackenzie) Earl of Scaforth. He was attainted, and died in 1740. William (Livingston) Viscount Kilsyth: attainted. William (Drummond) Viscount Strathallan; whose sense of loyalty could scarcely equal the spirit and activity he manifested in the cause. He was taken prisoner in this battle, which he survived to perish in the still more fatal one of Culloden-muir. Lieutenant-general George Hamilton, command. ing under the Earl of Mar. In Burrowstounness He resides wi' disgrace, Till his neck stand in need of a dra', man, He'll swing frae a ladder, Rob Roy stood watch On a hill for to catch From the place he was stanc'd, James (Carnegie) Earl of Southesk; was attaint-Till ed, and, escaping to France, died there in 1729. William (Murray) Marquis of Tullibardin, eldest son to the Duke of Athole. Having been attainted, he was taken at sea in 1746, and died soon after, of a flux, in the Tower. Robert (Rollo) Lord Rollo; "a man of singular merit and great integrity:" died in 1758. 14 William (Keith) Earl of Kintore. Alexander (Forbes) Lord Pitsligo; "a man of good parts, great honour and spirit, and universally beloved and esteemed." He was engaged again in the affair of 1745, for which he was attainted, and died at an advanced age in 1762. James Lord Ogilvie, eldest son of David (Ogilvie) Earl of Airly. He was attainted, but afterwards pardoned. His father, not dra'ing into the same yoke, Javed the estate. 11 Some relations it is supposed of the Lord Burleigh. Robert (Balfour) Lord Burleigh. He was attainted, and died in 1757. ttt Major William Clephane, adjutant-general to the Marquis of Drummond. 111 Alexander Robertson of Struan; who, having experienced every vicissitude of life, with a stoical firmness, died in peace 1749. He was an excellent poet, and has left elegies worthy of Tibullus. So we a' took the flight, And Moubray the wright; By judging it time to withdra', man. And trumpet M'Lean, Whose breeks were not clean, • Alexander (Gordon) Marquis of Huntley, eldest son to the Duke of Gordon, who, according to the usual policy of his country, (of which we here meet with several other instances), remained neutral. t John Sinclair, Esq. commonly called Master of Sinclair, eldest son of Henry Lord Sinclair; was at tainted, but afterwards pardoned, and died in 1750. The estate was preserved of course. When I like you was young and free, Great Hercules and Sampson too, Stout gates of brass, and well-built walls, BIDE YE YET. THERE is a beautiful song to this tune, beginning, Alas, my son, you little know which is the composition of a Miss Jenny Graham of Dumfries.-BURNS. ALAS! my son, you little know Sae bide you yet, and bide you yet,' If a wayward wife obtain you yet. Your experience is but small, Sometimes the rock, sometimes the reel, The particulars of this anecdote no where appear. The hero is supposed to be the same John M Lean, trumpet, who was sent from Lord Mar, then at Perth, with a letter to the Duke of Argyle, at Stirling camp, on the 30th of October. Viginal Letters 1730. Two copies, however, printed not long after 1715, read, "And trumpet Marine." BIDE YE YET. OLD SET. GIN I had a wee house and a canty wee fire, Sae bide ye yet, and bide ye yet, When I gang afield, and come home at e'en, And if there happen ever to be THE ROCK AND THE WEE PICKLE TOW. BY ALEXANDER ROSS. THERE was an auld wife an' a wee pickle tow She sat an' she grat, an' she flet and she flang, An' she threw an' she blew, an' she wrigl'd an' wrang, In 1782 the son of this Trumpeter Marine told the Earl of Haddington (then Lord Binning) that the first circuit he ever attended, as one of his Majesty's household trumpeters, was the Northern, in the year 1716, along with old Lord Minto. That the reason of his going An' she choked, an' boaked, an' cry'd like to there was, that the circuit immediately preceding, his father had been so harassed in every town he went mang, through, by the people singing his verse, "And trum- Alas! for the dreary spinning o't. pet Marine, whose breeks," &c. of this song, that he swore he would never go again; and actually resigned I've wanted a sark for these eight years an' tos, his situation in favour of his son.-Campbell's History An' this was to be the beginning o't, of Poetry in Scotland. Did sic a mishap an' misanter befa' me, For now when I mins set Maggy Grim beginzing o i, But ye shall hae leave baith to hang me an' She was never ca'd sancy, but canny an' slim, draw me, The neist time I try the spinning o't. An' sae it has fair'd my spinning o't: I hae keeped my house for these three score o' An' but onie sussie the spinning I'll try, The spinning, the spinning it gars my heart sob, For fear of a bad beginning o't. Yet in spite of my counsel if they will needs run But yet after a', there is ae thing that grieves But gin I wad shog about till a new spring, An' ye's a' hear o' the beginning o't. Quo' Tibby, her dather, tak tent fat ye say, To labor the lint-land, an' then buy the seed, But tho' it should anter the weather to byde, Quo' Jenny, I think 'oman ye're i' the right, That she gat when she try'd the beginning o't. An' now, poor 'oman, for ought that I ken, But were it for naething, but just this alane, But nae cause I shun'd the beginning o't. But we maun hae linen, an' that maun hae we, An' how get we that, but the spinning o't? How can we hae face for to seek a gryt fee, Except we can help at the winning o't? First she drank crummie, and syne she drank garie; Now she has druken my bonny grey marie, That carried me thro' a' the dubs and the larie O! gin, &c. She has druken her stockins, sa has she her shoon, And she has druken her bonny new gown; Her wee bit dud sark that co'erd her fu' rarely, O! gin, &c. If she'd drink but her ain things I wad na much care, But she drinks my claiths I canna weel spare, My Sunday's coat she's laid it a wad, The verra gray mittens that gaed on my han's, If there's ony siller, she maun keep the purse; If I seek but a baubee she'll scauld and she'll curse, An' we maun hae pearlins and mabbies an' She gangs like a queen-I scrimped and sparely, cocks, An' some other thing that the ladies ca' smoks, 'Tis needless for us for to tak our remarks Twa three ell of plaiden was a' that was sought By our auld warld bodies, an' that boot be bought, For in ilka town sickan things was nae wrought, Sa little they kend o' the spinning o't. HOOLY AND FAIRLY. Ir is remark-worthy that the song of Hooly and Fairly, in all the old editions of it, is caled The Drunken Wife o' Galloway, which ocalizes it to that country.-BURNS. THE DRUNKEN WIFE O' GALLOWAY.`: OH! what had I to do for to marry? I to her friends complain'd right early, O! gin, &c. THE OLD MAN'S SONG. BY THE REV. J. SKINNer. Tune-" Dumbarton Drums." O! WHY should old age so much wound us!* And our bairns and our oys + all around us; We began in the warld wi' naething, And our thankful hearts were glad ; When we got the bit meat and the claithing, We made use of what we had, &c. We have liv'd all our life-time contented, When we had any stock, we ne'er vauntit, We never laid a scheme to be wealthy, What tho' we cannot boast of our guineas, Than a bag full of poor yellow sleenies. We have seen many wonder and ferly, Among rich folks up and down, Then why should people brag of prosperity? Indeed we've been in want, And our living's been but scant, Yet we never were reduced to need charity. Indeed we've been in want, &c. This tune requires O to be added at the end of each of the long lines, but in reading the song the O is better omitted. .toys-Grand-children, In this house we first came together, Where we've long been a father and mither; It will last us all our time; And when we leave this poor habitation, With my old wife sitting by, TAK YOUR AULD CLOAK ABOUT YE. A PART of this old song, according to the English set of it, is quoted in Shakspeare." BURNS. In winter when the rain rain'd cauld, And frost and snaw on ilka hill, And Boreas, with his blasts sae bauld, Was threat'ning a' our ky to kill: Then Bell my wife, wha loves na strife, She said to me right hastily, Get up, goodman, save Cromy's life, And tak your auld cloak about ye. My Cromie is an useful cow, And she is come of a good kyne; Aft has she wet the bairns' mou, And I am laith that she shou'd tyne. Get up, goodman, it is fou time, The sun shines in the lift sae hie; Sloth never made a gracious end, Go tak your auld cloak about ye. My cloak was anes a good grey cloak, When it was fitting for my wear; But now it's scantly worth a groat, For I have worn't this thirty year; Let's spend the gear that we have won, We little ken the day we'll die : Then I'll be proud, since I have sworn To have a new cloak about me. In the drinking scene in Othello: Iago sings,- His breeches cost him but a crown; And thou art but of low degree: The old song from which these stanzas were taken was recovered by Dr. Percy, and preserved by him in his Reliques of Ancient Poetry. * |