He play'd a spring, and danc'd it round, O'er yon bank and o'er yon brae, Below the gallows-tree. O'er yon moss amang the heather; STAY, my charmer, can you leave me? Cruel, cruel, to deceive me! Well you know how much you grieve me; Cruel charmer, can you go? II. By my love so ill requited; XL. THICKEST NIGHT, O'ERHANG MY DWELLING. Tune-"Strathallan's Lament.” [The Viscount Strathallan, whom this song commemorates, was William Drummond: he was slain at the carnage of Culloden. It was long believed that he escaped to France and died in exile.] I. THICKEST night, surround my dwelling! Howling tempests, o'er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, Roaring by my lonely cave! XLI. MY HOGGIE. Tune-"What will I do gin my Hoggie die ?" [Burns was struck with the pastoral wildness of this Liddesdale air, and wrote these words to it for the Museum: the first line only is old.] WHAT Will I do gin my Hoggie die? My joy, my pride, my Hoggie! We heard nought but the roaring linn, But the houlet cry'd frae the castle wa', I trembled for my Hoggie. When day did daw, and cocks did craw, An' unco tyke lap o'er the dyke, XLII. HER DADDIE FORBAD. Tune-" Jumpin' John." [This is one of the old songs which Ritson accuses Burns of amending for the Museum: little of it, how |