Syne, after that I had escaped this case, Methought I was in many divers place, Whilk were too long to have in perfect mind

In Egypt, Ireland, Arragon, and Ynd; In Burgoyne, Bordeaux, and in Bethlem, In Juryland and in Jerusalem;

In France, in Freisland, and in Coupland fells,

Where clockis cleckis crawbirds' in cockle shells;

In Poil, Pertik, Peblis, and Portjafe, And there I shipped into ane barge of drafe ;

We pulled up sail, and could our anchors

weigh,

And suddenly out through the throsin sey 2 We sailed in storm, but steer,3 guide or glass,

To Paradise, the place where Adam was. By we approached into that port, in hye4 We were weel ware of Enoch, and Elye, Sittand, on Yule even, in ane fresh green shaw, 5

Roastand strawberries at ane fire of snaw.6 I thought I would not scare them in that place,

Till they had drawn the board, and said

the grace:

Then suddenly I wolk out through the plain,

To see mae ferlies,7 that I might tell again. Methought I happened on ane mountain

soon

I wandered up, and was wares of the moon, And had not been I looked in the stead,9 I had strucken ane lump out of my head. When I was weel, methought I could not live,

But then I took the sunbeam in my neive, 10

I Beetles hatch rooks. 6 Snow.

2 Frozen sea.

7 More wonders.

3 Unearthly.

And there he lived on limpets in her wame,' Till harvest time, that herdis drave them hame.

By this was done, the tother twa returned To swallow me; great dool I made and murnèd :

Down in ane henslaik,' and got ane felon fall,

And lay betwixt ane pitcher and the wall! As wiffis commands, this Dream I will conclude,

claims

JAMES THE FIFTH's title to the authorship of "The Gaberlunzie Man" and "The Jolly Beggar" is not so well established as to justify our unhesitatingly | ascribing them to him. That they refer to adventures in his life is very probable; and we are not aware of their being attributed to any other author. That James wrote poetry himself, and was a generous patron of poets, is placed beyond dispute by Lindsay and Bellenden; yet, curiously enough, while they both praise his poetical gifts, neither of them specifies the title of any of his pieces; nor do they give such indications of their contents as enable us to decide whether the poems in question were known to them. Drummond of Hawthornden also bears testimony to James's poetical gifts, as, he says, "many of his works yet extant testify." But, as Chalmers remarks, it is easier to prove James a poet than to produce specimens of his poetry. Lindsay's to "The King's Flyting'

answer

I Belly.

shows what the character of that poem was, and that its loss is not a matter of

popular regret. Bishop Percy, and Mr Callander of Craigforth, concur in recognising "The Gaberlunzie Man” as James's; and Ritson and Lord Orford credit him with "The Jolly Beggar," which Sir Walter Scott described as the best comic ballad in any language; but Chalmers and Sibbald dispute his right to either. In giving these two ballads under his name, we are not supposed to have decided the question of their authorship, beyond placing them under the only name with which they have been popularly associated. It is very obvious that the versions we have got are much modernized,—a fact which renders the question of authorship doubly puzzling.

The chief events of the King's life, so far as they bear upon his poetical genius and the cultivation of it, are referred to in Lindsay's life. Although his forma education may be said to have been

Fowl's crib (?)

V.

She gaed to the bed where the beggar lay;
The strae was cauld, he was away,
She clapt her hands, cry'd Waladay,

For some of our gear will be gane!
Some ran to coffer, and some to kist,
But nought was stown' that could be mist;
She danc'd her lane, cry'd Praise be blest,
I have lodged a leal poor man!

VI.

Since naething's awa', as we can learn,
The kirn's to kirn, and milk to earn ;
Gae but the house, lass, and waken my
bairn,

And bid her come quickly ben.
The servant gaed where the daughter lay,
The sheets were cauld, she was away,
And fast to her goodwife did say,

She's aff with the gaberlunzie man.
VII.

O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin,
And haste ye find these traitors again ;
For she's be burnt, and he's be slain,
The wearifu' gaberlunzie man.
Some rade upo' horse, some ran a-fit,
The wife was wud,3 and out o' her wit,
She could na gang, nor yet cou'd she sit,
But she curs'd ay, and she bann'd.

Sic a poor man she'd never trow,

After the gaberlunzie man. My dear, quo' he, ye're yet o'er young, And hae na learn'd the beggar's tongue, To follow me frae town to town,

And carry the gaberlunzie on.

X.

Wi' cauk and keel I'll win your bread, And spindles and whorles for them wha need,

Whilk is a gentle trade indeed,

To carry the gaberlunzie on.
I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee,
And draw a black clout o'er my ee;
A cripple or blind they will ca' me,

While we shall be merry and sing.

THE JOLLY BEGGAR.

I.

There was a jollie beggar,
And a begging he was boun,
And he took up his quarters
Into a landart town:
He wadna lie into the barn,
Nor wad he in the byre,
But in ahint the ha' door,
Or else afore the fire.
And we'll go no more a roving,
A roving in the night;
We'll go no more a roving,

Let the moon shine e'er so bright.

II.

The beggar's bed was made at e'en, Wi' gude clean straw and hay, And in ahint the ha' door

'Twas there the beggar lay. Up gat the gudeman's daughter, All for to bar the door,

And there she saw the beggar-man Standing in the floor.

I Chalk and red clay.