Bonald Caird's Come Again.1 Steek the amrie, lock the kist, Else some gear may weel be mis't; Donald Caird's come again! Donald Caird's come again! Dinna let the Shirra ken . Donald Caird's come again. On Donald Caird the doom was stern, Donald Caird's come again! From the Heart of Mid, Lothian. (1.)-MADGE WILDFIRE'S SONGS. WHEN the gledd's in the blue cloud, When the hound's in the green-wood, O sleep ye sound, Sir James, she said, Hey for cavaliers, ho for cavaliers, 1 Written for Albyn's Anthology, vol. ii., 1818, and set to highly amused with a sly allusion to his two-fold character of music in Mr. Thomson's Collection, in 1822 9 Caird signifies Tinker. 8 Mr. D. Thomson, of Galashiels, produced a parody on this song at an annual dinner of the manufacturers there, which Sir Walter Scott usually attended; and the Poet was Sheriff of Selkirkshire, and author-suspect of "Rob Roy," in the chorus, "Think ye, does the Shirra ken Rob M'Gregor's come anaia" I glance like the wildfire through country and town; Here little, and hereafter bliss, "As Jeanie entered, she heard first the air, and then a part of the chorus and words of what had been, What did ye wi' the bridal ring-bridal ring-bridal perhaps, the song of a jolly harvest-home." ring? What did ye wi' your wedding ring, ye little cutty Our work is over-over now, The goodman wipes his weary brow, The night comes on when sets the sun, "The attendant on the hospital arranged her in her bed as she desired, with her face to the wall, and her back to the light. So soon as she was quiet in this new position, she began again to sing in the same low and modulated strains, as if she was recovering the state of abstraction which the interruption of her visitants had disturbed. The strain, however, was dif ferent, and rather resembled the music of the methodist hymns, though the measure of the song was similar to that of the former: ". When the fight of grace is fought,— When Faith has chased cold Doubt away, - "Her next seemed to be the fragment of some old ballad:" Cauld is my bed, Lord Archibald, And weep ye not, my maidens free, Shall die for me to-morrow "Again she changed the tune to one wilder, tess monotonous, and less regular. But of the words only a fragment or two could be collected by those who listened to this singular scene :" Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. From the Bride of Lammer (1.)-LUCY ASHTON'S SONG. "THE silver tones of Lucy Ashton's voice mingled with the accompaniment in an ancient air, to which some one had adapted the following words : Look not thou on beauty's charming,- (2.)-MOTTOES. (1.)-CHAP. XIX. To man, in this his trial state, The privilege is given, When lost by tides of human fate, To anchor fast in Heaven. Watts' Hymns. (2.)-CHAP. XXIII. Law, take thy victim!-May she find the mercy In yon mild heaven which this hard world denies her! (3.)-CHAP. XXVII. And Need and Misery, Vice and Danger, bind In sad alliance, each degraded mind. (4.)-CHAP. XXXV. I beseech you (2.)-NORMAN THE FORESTER'S SONG. "AND humming his rustic roundelay, the yeoman went on his road, the sound of his rough voice gradu. ally dying away as the distance betwixt them in creased." THE monk must arise when the matins ring, But the yeoman must start when the bugles sing, 'Tis time, my hearts, 'tis time. There 's bucks and raes on Billhope braes, There's a herd on Shortwood Shaw; But a lily white doe in the garden goes, She 's fairly worth them a'. (3.) THE PROPHECY. "WITH a quivering voice, and a cheek pale with These tears beseech you, and these chaste hands apprehension, Caleb faltered out the following lines:" woo you, That never yet were heaved but to things holy- (5.)-CHAP. XLVI. Happy thou art! then happy be, Nor envy me my lot; Thy happy state I envy thee. And peaceful cot. Lady CCI. The hearth in hall was black and dead, No board was dight in bower within, 1 1 Nor merry bowl nor welcome bed; Old Ballad, thirty inches in height, she accompanied it with her "Here 's sorry cheer," quoth the Heir of Linne. voice. The air was an ancient Gaelic melody, and the words, which were supposed to be very old, were in the same language; but we subjoin a translation of them, by Secundus M'Pherson, Esq. of Glenforgen; which, although submitted to the fetters of English rhythm, we trust will be found nearly as genuine aa the version of Ossian by his celebrated namesake." (2.)-CHAP. XIV. As, to the Autumn breeze's bugle-sound, From The Legend of Montrose. (1.)-ANCIENT GAELIC MELODY. (2.) THE ORPHAN MAID. "TUNING her instrument, and receiving an assenting look from Lord Monteith and Allan, Annot Lyle executed the following ballad, which our friend, Mr. "So saying, Annot Lyle sate down at a little dis- Is this thy castle, Baldwin? Melancholy Displays her sable banner from the donjon, Dark'ning the foam of the whole surge beneath Were I a habitant, to see this gloom Pollute the face of nature, and to hear The ceaseless sound of wave and sea-bird's scream, Browne. This was the entry, then, these stairs-but whither Yet he that 's sure to perish on the land Tragedy of Brennovait |