Thy handsome air, and graceful look, O were I but some shepherd swain! ; I'd think myself a happier man, Then I'd despise th' imperial throne, This lass of whom I'm vogie; But I fear the gods have not decreed Whose beauty rare makes her exceed Clouds of despair surround my love, Else I die for Kath'rine Ogie! ["The song of Katherine Ogie is very poor stuff, and altogether unworthy of so beautiful an air. I tried to alter it, but the awkward sound' Ogie,' recurring so often in the rhyme spoils every attempt at altering the piece."-BURNS. Allan Cunningham calls it a genuine, old, and excellent song. "I have some suspicion," he adds, "that the original name was Katherine Logie." In D'Urfey's Pills to Purge Melancholy, there is an Anglo-Scottish song, but a very execrable one of 'Katharine Loggy.' Katherine Ogie was first printed by Ramsay, with the letter X. ap. pended to it, signifying that the author's name was unknown.] I'LL GAR OUR GUDEMAN TRÓW. I'll gar our gudeman trow That I'll sell the ladle, If he winna buy to me A new side saddle, To ride to the kirk and frae the kirk, And round about the toun, Stand about, ye fisher jads, And gie my goun room! I'll gar our gudeman trow That I'll take the fling-strings, Twelve bonnie goud rings; And twa for ilka thoom; I'll gar our gudeman trow Three valets or four To beir my tail up frae the dirt, ["As illustrations of the above song, see Sir Richard Maitland's poem beginning, Sum wyfis of the Burroustoun, Sa wonder vane ar, and wantoun, In warld they wait not quhat to weir, and Sir David Lyndsay's supplication against Syde Taillis and Mus. salit Faces."-C. K. SHARPE The above copy is accurately given from Mr. Sharpe's little curious Ballad Book, only thirty copies of which were ever printed; Mr. Cunningham and Mr. Chambers gave the song the benefit of their poetical talents, but their emendations are here rejected.] ["This seems to be a Satire on the court ladies of Edinburgh, it was remembered by an old Gentlewoman."-C. K. SHARPE. "The Canongate was densely inhabited by persons of the first distinction."-CHAMBERS.] THERE LIVED A MAN INTO THE WEST. There lived a man into the west, For on his waddin nicht at e'en They brought to him a gude sheep's head, Gar tak your whim-whams a' frae me, There is nae meal into the house, Gae to the midden, and milk the soo, [From the Ballad Book, 1824. Mr. Cunningham has printed a slightly different copy from the recitation of Sir Walter Scott, and added a third verse, in which he has given a name to the bride cannie Nancy Newell.'] BESSY BELL AND MARY GRAY. O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray, They biggit a bower on yon burn brae, They theekit it o'er wi' rashes green, But the pest cam frae the burrows town, They thought to lye in Methven kirk yard, But they maun lye in Stronach Haugh, They war twa bonnie lasses! They biggit a bower on yon burn brae, [From the Ballad Book, 1824. 'There is much tenderness and simplicity in these verses.'-SIR WALTER SCOTT. The story of Bessy Bell and Mary Gray has been so often told, and is so well known, that it need not be repeated here. See Allan Ramsay's singular alteration of this pathetic ballad.] MUIRLAND WILLIE. Hearken, and I will tell you how But ay, he cried, whate'er betide, On his gray yaud as he did ride, |