MACKRIMMON'S LAMENT.1 AIR-" Cha till mi tuille." 2 Mackrimmon, hereditary piper to the Laird of Macleod, is said to have composed this Lament when the Clan was about to depart upon a distant and dangerous expedition. The Minstrel was impressed with a belief, which the event verified, that he was to be slain in the approaching feud; and hence the Gaelic words, "Cha till mi tuille; ged thillis Macleod, cha till Mackrimmon," "I shall never return! although Macleod returns, yet Mackrimmon shall never return!" The piece is but too well known, from its being the strain with which the emigrants from the West Highlands and Isles usually take leave of their native shore. MACLEOD'S Wizard flag from the grey castle sallies, The rowers are seated, unmoor'd are the galleys; Gleam war-axe and broadsword, clang target and quiver, As Mackrimmon sings, "Farewell to Dunvegan for ever! 1 [Written for Albyn's Anthology, vol ii. 1818.] 2 "We return no more." Farewell to each cliff, on which breakers are foaming; Farewell, each dark glen, in which red-deer are roaming; Farewell, lonely Skye, to lake, mountain, and river Macleod may return, but Mackrimmon shall never! "Farewell the bright clouds that on Quillan are sleeping; Farewell the bright eyes in the Dun that are weeping; The pall of the dead for a mantle hangs o'er me; But my heart shall not flag, and my nerves shall not shiver, Though devoted I go-to return again never! "Too oft shall the notes of Mackrimmon's bewailing Be heard when the Gael on their exile are sailing; Dear land! to the shores, whence unwilling we sever, Return-return-return shall we never! Cha till, cha till, cha till sin tuille! Cha till, cha till, cha till sin tuille, Cha till, cha till, cha till sin tuille, Gea thillis Macleod, cha till Mackrimmon ! 1 [See a note on Banshee, Lady of the Lake, ante, vol. viii., p. 126.] ON ETTRICK FOREST'S MOUNTAINS DUN.1 ON Ettrick Forest's mountains dun, Along the silver streams of Tweed, The boiling eddy see him try, Then dashing from the current high, Written after a week's shooting and fishing, in which the Poet had been engaged with some friends. [The reader may see these verses set to music in Mr Thomson's Scottish Melodies for 1822.] Till watchful eye and cautious hand "Tis blithe along the midnight tide, "Tis blithe at eve to tell the tale, While the gay tapers cheerly shine, Bickers the fire, and flows the wine- Days free from thought, and nights from care, My blessing on the Forest fair! 1 [See the famous salmon-spearing scene in Guy Mannering.Waverley Novels, vol. iii. p. 259-63.] 2 Alwyn the seat of the Lord Somerville; now, alas! untenanted, by the lamented death of that kind and hospitable nobleman, the author's nearest neighbour and intimate friend. [Lord S. died in February 1819.] 3 Ashestiel, the Poet's residence at that time. THE SUN UPON THE WEIRDLAW HILL. AIR" Rimhin aluin 'stu mo run." The air, composed by the Editor of Albyn's Anthology. The words written for Mr George Thomson's Scottish Melodies, [1822.] THE sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill, In Ettrick's vale, is sinking sweet; The westland wind is hush and still, The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the landscape to mine eye Bears those bright hues that once it bore; Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. With listless look along the plain, I see Tweed's silver current glide, ["Nathaniel Gow told me that he got the air from an old gentleman, a Mr Dalrymple of Orangefield, (he thinks,) who had it from a friend in the Western Isles, as an old Highland air." GEORGE THOMSON.] |