JOHNNY. My Nelly, let never sic fancies oppress ye; NELLY. Then, Johnny, I frankly this minute allow ye JOHNNY. Bid ice-shogles hammer red gauds on the studdy, LOCHABER. ALLAN RAMSAY. FAREWELL to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean, We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more! Though hurricanes rise, though rise every wind, To leave thee behind me my heart is sair pain'd; Then glory, my Jeanie, maun plead my excuse; And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more. The exquisite melody to which this song is sung has rendered it a general favourite. Its effect upon the mind of Highlanders in a foreign land, or in emigration, is sometimes painful, and has been known to melt the roughest and rudest of men to tears. The song itself, as a literary composition, is of little or no merit. It first appeared in the "Tea-Table Miscellany," 1724. The air was originally entitled " King James's march to Ireland." O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray, They were twa bonnie lasses; They biggit a bower on yon burn-brae, And theekit it ower wi' rashes. Bessie Bell I lo'ed yestreen, Bessie's hair's like a lint-tap, She smiles like a May mornin', Mary's locks are like the craw, Young Bessie Bell and Mary Gray, Wae's me! for baith I canna get, To ane by law we're stentit; Then I'll draw cuts, and tak my fate, The heroines of this well-known ballad were the daughters of two Perthshire gentlemen. Bessy Bell was the daughter of the Laird of Kinnaird, and Mary Grey of the Laird of Lynedoch. A romantic attachment subsisted between them, and they retired together to a secluded spot called the "Burn Braes," in the neighbourhood of Lynedoch, to avoid the plague that then raged in Perth, Dundee, and other towns. They caught the infection, however, and both died. Tradition asserts that a young gentleman, in love with one of them, visited them in their solitude, and that it was from him they caught the contagion. The late gallant Lord Lynedoch, on whose estate the heroines lie buried, erected a kind of bower over their graves. The fol lowing is the original ballad on which Allan Ramsay's is founded. The melody to which it is sung was introduced by Gay into the "Beggars' Opera" to the words commencing: "A curse attends that woman's love Who always would be pleasing." "O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray, They were twa bonnie lasses; They thought to lie in Methven kirkyard But they maun lie in Stronach Haugh And Bessie Bell and Mary Gray, They were twa bonnie lasses; THE LAST TIME I CAM' O'ER THE MUIR. ALLAN RAMSAY. THE last time I cam' ower the muir, I left my love behind me: Ye powers, what pains do I endure The beaming day ensuing, I met betimes my lovely maid We stray'd beside yon wand'ring stream, Until the sun's last setting beam Was in the ocean glowing. I pitied all beneath the skies, Even kings, when she was nigh me; In raptures I beheld her eyes, Which could but ill deny me. Should I be call'd where cannons roar, In all my soul there's not one place Since she excels in ev'ry grace, In her my love shall centre. The neist time I gang ower the muir, There, while my being does remain, My love more fresh shall blossom. "The first lines of this song, and several others, in it are beautiful; but in my opinion-pardon me, revered shade of Ramsay!-the song is unworthy of the divine air."-BURNS. PEGGIE AND PATIE. ALLAN RAMSAY. PEGGY. WHEN first my dear laddie gae'd to the green hill, |