HERE'S A HEALTH. Partly by BURNS. HERE'S a health to them that's awa', Here's a health to them that's awa'; It's guid to be merry and wise, It's guid to be honest and true, Here's a health to them that's awa', Here's a health to them that's awa'; May liberty meet with success! May prudence protect her frae evil! And wander their way to the devil! Here's a health to them that's awa', Here's a health to them that's awa'; Here's a health to Tammie, the Norland laddie, That lives at the lug o' the law! Here's freedom to him that wad read, Here's freedom to him that wad write; There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should be heard, Here's a health to them that's awa', Here's a health to them that's awa'; Here's chieftain M'Leod, a chieftain worth gowd, Though bred amang mountains o' snaw! Here's a health to them that's awa', Here's a health to them that's awa'; And wha winna wish guid luck to our cause, May never guid luck be their fa'! Many modern imitations of this old genuine Jacobite song have been written and published. THICKEST night o'erhangs my dwelling, In the cause of right engaged, But the heavens deny'd success. Ruin's wheel has driven o'er us, Not a hope that dare attend, But a world without a friend! Supposed to refer to the story of James Drummond, Earl of Strathallan, who escaped to France after the '45. "The air," says Burns, "is the composition of one of the worthiest and best-hearted men living-Allan Masterton, schoolmaster in Edinburgh. As he and I were both sprouts of Jacobitism, we agreed to dedicate the words and air to that cause. To tell the matter of fact, except when my passions were heated by some accidental cause, my Jacobitism was merely by way of vive la bagatelle." THE CHEVALIER'S LAMENT. BURNS. THE small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair, The deed that I dared could it merit their malice, His right are these hills, and his right are these valleys, But 'tis not my sufferings, thus wretched, forlorn, CAM' YE BY ATHOLE BRAES? HOGG. CAM' ye by Athole braes, lad wi' the philabeg, Lang hast thou loved and trusted us fairly! King of the Highland hearts, bonny Prince Charlie! I hae but ae son, my brave young Donald; But if I had ten, they should follow Glengarry: Health to Macdonald and gallant Clanronald, For they are the men that wad die for their Charlic. I'll to Lochiel and Appin, and kneel to them, Charlie, Charlie, &c. Down through the Lowlands, down wi' the Whigamore, Loyal true Highlanders, down wi' them rarely! Ronald and Donald, drive on wi' the brave claymore Over the necks of the foes of Prince Charlie ! The REV. JOHN SKINNER, episcopal minister of Longside, near Peterhead, Aberdeenshire, born 1721, died 1807. COME, gi'e's a sang, Montgomery cried, And lay your disputes all aside, What signifies't for folks to chide For what's been done before them? Let Whig and Tory all agree, To drop their Whig-mig-morum ; Let Whig and Tory all agree The reel of Tullochgorum. |