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THE LASS O' PATIE'S MILL.
Auld carle, your suit give o'er,
Your love lyes a' in tawking.
And bosom of a widow.
The lass o' Patie's Mill,
Sae bonnie, blythe, and gay,
She stole my heart away.
Bareheaded on the green,
And wanton'd in her een.
" widow, wilt thou let me in ?
I'm pawky, wise, and thrifty, And come of a right gentle kin ;
I'm little more than fifty."
What signifies how pawky,
In love you're but a gawky.
“Then, widow, let these guineas
speak, That powerfully plead clinkan, And if they fail, my mouth I'll steek,
And nae mair love will think on." These court indeed, I maun confess,
I think they make you young, sir, And ten times better can express
Affection, than your tongue, sir.
Without the help of art,
Like flowers that grace the wild, She did her sweets impart,
Whene'er she spak' or smiled :
Free from affected pride,
I wish'd her for my bride.
Hopetoun's high mountains fill,
And pleasure at my will ;
That nane but bonnie she,
Should share the same wi' me.
LADY GRIZZEL BAILLIE.
In the Ancient Section of Scottish on the very simple and touching ballad Poems we have had only one female song, “Were na my heart light.” contribution ; the Modern Section, in She was the daughter of Sir Patrick strict chronological order, should have Home of Polwarth, afterwards created begun with Lady Grizzel Baillie. Most Earl of Marchmont, and was born at of her songs, composed to lighten the Redbraes Castle, on 25th December 1665. intervals of more serious duties, she Her youth was passed in troublous times. left unfinished, so that her claim to a She was but a young girl of eighteen, place in Scottish literature rests mainly when the rigours of the Duke of York's
government in Scotland induced a number requested that he might have a share of of Scottish gentlemen, among whom was the next. her father, to enter into a secret en
He soon after made his escape to gagement with the Earl of Monmouth, Holland, where he was joined by his to prevent the Duke succeeding his family, but on the accession of William brother Charles II. The Scottish and Mary he returned home, and, with section of the agreement was called the the restoration of his estates, was made Jerviswood Plot, after Robert Baillie Earl of Marchmont. of Jerviswood, its chief agent. Its In 1692 Grizzel married George discovery was brought about through Baillie, the son and heir of the heroic the miscarriage of the Ryehouse Plot, Robert Baillie of Jerviswood. She but Jerviswood alone suffered death, died in London in 1746, at the age of 81. the rest having made their escape in Her memoirs, by her daughter Lady
Murray of Stanhope, were edited by Sir Patrick Home, before he man
Thomas Thomson of the Register-House, aged to leave Scotland, made seve- Edinburgh, 1822. ral narrow escapes, and the efforts of his wife and daughter Grizzel, for his safety, while marked by the char. acteristic sternness of the times, and
WERE NA MY HEART LIGHT. the strong kindred attachment of the There was anes a may, and she loo'd na people, were not without their humorous features. Being compelled to use She biggit her bonnie bower doun i' yon the family vault at Polwarth Church glen ; as the only place of safe concealment, But now she cries dool ! and well-a-day ! his food had to be brought him at
Come down the green gate, and come night, and the task of doing so devolved on Grizzel, as one of the three who was
When bonnie young Johnnie cam' ower entrusted with the secret of his hiding
the sea, place. To avoid suspicion, his food was
He said he saw naething sae lovely as me; taken from the family meals in the
He hecht me baith rings and monie braw servants' absence, and one day while
things; Grizzel was transferring to her lap a And were na my heart licht I wad dee. sheep's head, a dish which her father, like a true Scot, relished, a younger
He had a wee titty that loo'd na me, brother who had acquired the national
Because I was twice as bonnie as she,
She rais'd such a pother 'twixt him and relish, with a sense of his loss of what has been termed“ a lot of confused good That were na my heart licht I wad dee.
his mother, eating,” bawled out, “Mamma, look at Grizzy—while we were supping the The day it was set, and the bridal to be ; broth she has eaten up all the sheep's The wife took a dwam, and lay doun to head." Sir Patrick good-naturedly dee,
She main d and she graned out o' dolour His bonnet stood aye fu'round on his and pain,
brow ; Till he vow'd he never wad see me again. His auld ane look'd aye as weel as some's
new ; His kin was for ane of a higher degree,
But now he lets 't wear ony gate it will Said, What had he to do wi' the like of
And casts himself dowie upon the cornAlbeit I was bonnie, I was na for Johnnie:
bing. And were na my heart licht I wad dee.
And now he gaes daundrin' about the They said I had neither cow nor calf,
dykes, Nor dribbleso' drink rins through the draff, And a' he dow do is to hund the tykes: Nor pickles o' meal rins through the mill- The live-lang nicht he ne'er steeks his e'e; ee ;
And were na my heart licht I wad dee. And were na my heart licht I wad de e.
Were I young for thee, as I ha'e been, His titty she was baith wylie and slee, We should ha'e been gallopin' doun on She spied me as I cam' ower the lea ;
yon green, And then she ran in, and made a loud din; And linkin' it ower the lily-white lea ; Believe your ain een an ye trow na me. | And wow! gin I were but young for thee!
LADY WARD LAW.
1677-1727. “HARDYKNUTE,” the ballad on which irreconcilable with all chronology. Lady Wardlaw's poetic fame entirely That a Norwegian chief, settled in depends, had long passed for a genuine Scotland, should be the first to resist ancient relic, and doubts still the invasion of his countrymen at the entertained as to whether it may not battle of Largs, is not without parallel have had some ancient nucleus. Whether in history; but is so very improbable, the story of its being found as the that if it did happen, history or tradition paper centre of a worsted clue, be an would have made some allusion to it. ingenious symbol of its origin, or a witty But the inconsistency is only in the invention, cannot now be determined ; name, for in stanza xxi. Hardyknute all that is certain is, that it was first (never before or since applied to a published in 1719, by James Watson the Celt) appeals to his sons' Caledonian well-known Edinburgh printer, and has blood. since been reprinted in most collections Lady Wardlaw was born in 1677. She of ballad poetry.
It has been admired was the daughter of Sir Charles Halkett by Gray and Bishop Percy; and Scott of Pitferran, and was married to Sir says it was the first poem he learned, and Henry Wardlaw of Pitreavie, in 1696. the last he should forget, although | She died in 1727, at the age of fifty.
His sons in manly sport and glee
Had pass'd that summer's morn,
* Built, raised.
4 Neat, small.
XVII. “Arise, young knight, and mount your
steed, Full lowns 3 the shining day ; Choose frae my men whom you do please
To lead you on the way.”
The wounded knight reply'd, -
For here I maun 4 abide.
3 Settles calmly. Moan.
1 Last night.
3 Armour, warlike