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# The Book of Scottish Song/Corn Rigs

Corn Rigs.
[This is one of "Peggy's" songs in Ramsay's "Gentle Shepherd." There were older words than Ramsay's to the tune of "Corn Rigs," the chorus of which was—
"O, corn rigs, and rye rigs. And corn rigs are bonnie. And gin ye meet a bonnie lass, Prin up her cockemony."
Gay selected the tune for one of his songs in the opera entitled "Polly," printed in 1729.]
My Patie is a lover gay; His mind is never muddy; His breath is sweeter than new hay; His face is fair and ruddy. His shape is handsome middle size; He's stately in his walking; The shining of his een surprise; 'Tis heaven to hear him talking. ​Last night I met him on a bauk, Where yellow corn was growins; There mony a kindly word he spake, That set my heart a-glowing. He kiss'd, and vow'd he wad be mine, And lo'ed me best of ony; That gars me like to sing sinsyne, O corn-rigs are bonny.
Let maidens of a silly mind Refuse what maist they're wanting; Since we for yielding are design'd, We chastely should be granting. Then I'll comply and mairy Pate; And syne my cockernony He's free to touzle air or late, When corn-rigs are bonny.
# Crazy Jane (1820)/Corn Riggs Are Bonny

CORN RIGS ARE BONNY.
My Patie is a lover gay, His mind is never muddy; ​His breath is sweeter than new hay, His face is fair and ruddy; His shape is handsome, middle size, He’s stately in his walking, The shining of his een surprise, 'Tis heav’n to hear him talking.
Last night I met him on a bank Where yellow corn was growin' There mony a kindly word he spak That set my heart a glowing: Ee kiss’d and vow'd he wad be mine, And lov'd me best of ony; That gars me like to sing sinsyne, "O corn rigs are bonny!
Let maidens of a silly mind Refuse what maist the're wanting; Since we for yielding are design'd, We chastely should be granting: Then I'll comply and marry Pate In spite of dad an mammy, And cheerfully resign my fate Where corn rigs are bonny.
# Poems (Campbell)/Inchdorrock

* ↑ Inchdorrock, or Inchdarrach, (the corner or place of oaks); a beautiful and romantic spot, on the banks of the river Ness, Inverness shire. It is the property of Mr. Young, Bookseller, of Inverness: a gentleman to whom the Authoress is most deeply and lastingly indebted.
* ↑ Hugh Frazer Young, Mr. Young's only child—a very interesting and promising boy.
# Five excellent songs (1)/The Constant Shepherd

My Patie is a lover gay, His mind is never muddy; His breath is sweeter than new hay, His face is fair and ruddy: His shape is handsome, middle size, He’s comely in his wauking; The shining o’ his een surprise; It’s heaven to hear him tauking.
Yestreen I met him on a bawk, Where yellow corn was growing, Where mony a kindly word he spak, That set my heart a-glowing. He kiss’d and vow’d he wad bo mine, And lo’ed me best o’ ony; That gars me like to sing sinsyne, O corn riggs are bonny.
Let lasses o’ a silly mind Refuse what maist they’re wanting, Since we for yielding were design’d, We chastely should be granting. Then I’ll comply and marry Pate: And syne my cockernony He’s free to touzle ear’ or late While corn riggs are bonny.
# Six popular songs (1850-1860)/My Patie is a lover Gay

SONGS.
My Patie is a Lover Gay.
My Patie is a lover gay, His mind is never muddy, His breath is sweeter than new hay, His face is fair and ruddy.
His shape is handsome, middle size; He's comely in his walking; The shining of his een surprise; Tis heaven to hear him talking.
Last night I met him on a bank, Where yellow corn was growing, There monie a kindly word he spak, That set my heart a glowing.
He kissed, and vowed, he would be mine. And loo'd me best of ony; That gars me like to sing ⟨sinsyne⟩, O corn rigs are bonnie.
​Let maidens of a silly mind, Refuse what maist they're wanting, Since we for yielding were designed, We chastely should be granting.
Then I'll comply and marry Pate, And syne my cockernony, He's free to touz'e air or late, While corn rigs are bonnie.
# Six popular songs (1850-1860)/As I came down the Canno-gate

As I Came Down the Canno-gate,
As I came down the Canno-gate, The Canno-gate, the Canno-gate, As I came down the Canno-gate, I heard a lassie sing, O:
Merry may the keel rowe, The keel rowe, the keel rowe, Merry may the keel rowe, The ship that my love s in, O.
My love has breath of roses, Of roses, of roses, With arms of lily posies, To fauld a lassie in, O.
Merry may, &c.
​My love he wears a bonnet, A bonnet, a bonnet, A snawy rose upon it, A dimple on his chin, O
Merry may, &c
# To the Evening Star

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* "To the Evening Star", a poem by Lydia Huntley Sigourney
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# Six popular songs (1850-1860)/Young Donald is the blithest lad

Donald of Dundee.
Young Donald is the blithest lad, That e'er made love to me; Whene'er he's by, my heart is glad, He seems so gay and free; Then on his pipe he plays so sweet, And in his plaid he looks so neat, It cheers my heart at eve to meet Young Donald of Dundee.
Whene'er I gang to yonder grove, Young Sandy follows me, And fain he wants to be my love, But ah! it canna be. Tho' mither frets both ear' and late, For me to wed this youth I hate; There's none need hope to gain young Kate, But Donald of Dundee.
​When last we ranged the banks of Tay, The ring he showed to me, And bade me name the bridal day, Then happy would he be. I ken the youth will aye prove kind, Nae mair my mither will I mind, Mess John to me shall quickly bind Young Donald of Dundee.
# Six popular songs (1850-1860)/The lawland lads

The Highland Laddie.
The Lawland lads think they are fine, But O! they're vain and idly gaudy; How much unlike the graceful mien, And manly looks of my Highland laddie.
O my bonnie Highland laddie, My handsome, charming Highland laddie, May heaven still guard, and love reward, The Lawland lass and her Highland laddi
If I were free at will to choose, To be the wealthiest Lawland lady, I'd tak young Donald without trews, With bonnet blue and belted plaidie.
O my bonnie &c.
​The brawest beau in burrow town, In a' his airs wi' art made ready. Compared wi' him, he's but a clown He's finer far in s tartan plaidie.
O my bonnie, &c.
O er benty hill wi' him I ll run, And leave my Lawland kin and daddie, Frae winter's cald and simmers sun, He'll screen me wi' his Highland plaidie.
O my bonnie, &c.
A painted room, and silken bed, May please a Lawland laird and lady. But I can kiss and be as glad, Behind a bush, in s Highland plaidie.
O my bonnie &c.
Few compliments between us pass, I ca' him my dear Highland laddie, And he ca's me his Lawland lass, Syne rows me in beneath his plaidie.
O my bonnie, &c.
Nae greater joy I'll e’er pretend, Than that his love prove true and s'eady, Like mine to him, which ne er shall end, While heaven preserves my Highland laddie.
O my bonnie, &c.
# Religion

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* "Religion", a poem by Dorothea Primrose Campbell
* "Religion", a poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
* "Religion", a poem by Helen Truesdell
# Six popular songs (1850-1860)/Let us go, lassie go

Let us Go, Lassie Go.
Let us go, lassie, go. To the braes of Balquhither, Where the blae-berries grow 'Mang the bonnie Highland heather
Where the deer and the roe, Lightly bounding together, Sport the lang simmer day. On the braes o' Balquhither.
I will twine thee a bow'r, By the clear silier fountaha, And I'll cover it o'er Wi' the flow'rs o' the mountain; I will range through the wilds, And the deep glens sae drearie, And return wi' the spoils, To the bow'r o' my dearie.
When the rude wintry win' Idly raves round our dwelling, And the roar of the linn On the night breeze is swelling, So merrily we'll sing As the storm rattles o'er us, Till the dear shieling ring Wi' the light lilting chorus.
Now the summer is in prime, Wi' the flowers richly blooming. And the wild mountain thyme A' the muirlands perfuming; ​To our dear native scenes Let us journey together Where glad innocence reigns 'Mang the braes of Balquhither.
# The Adieu

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* The Adieu, a poem by Jane Elizabeth Roscoe Hornblower
* The Adieu, a poem by Lydia Huntley Sigourney (1815)
* The Adieu, a poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon 'A fair good-night to thee, love, a fair good-night to thee' (1828)
* The Adieu, a poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon 'We'll miss her at the morning hour' (1832)

### See also

* Adieu
# Six popular songs (1850-1860)

Dated from examination of text and style.
Six Popular Songs.
My Patie is a Lover Gay.
As I Came Down the Canno-gate.
Young Donald is the Blithest Lad.
The Lawland Lads.
My Love was Born in Aberdeen.
Let us Go, Lassie Go.
GLASGOW.
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLER
* My Patie is a Lover Gay
* As I Came Down the Canno-gate
* Young Donald is the Blithest Lad
* The Lawland Lads
* My Love was Born in Aberdeen
* Let us Go, Lassie Go
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# To the Sun

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* "To the Sun", a poem by Susanna Pizey
* "To the Sun", a poem by Clark Ashton Smith
# Starlight

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* "Starlight", a poem by Dorothea Primrose Campbell
* "Starlight", a poem by Sarah Jane Dunn
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Bonie Lesley

BONIE LESLEY.
TUNE—'THE COLLIER'S BONIE DOCHTER.'
# Queen Mary's lamentation (1824)

Queen Mary's Lamentation;
To which are added,
The sodger laddie,
THE MINSTREL BOY,
Jockcy's far awa,
The Highland laddie,
Bonny Leslie.
EDINBURGH:
Printed for the Booksellers.
1824.
* Queen Mary's Lamentation
* The Sodger Laddie
* The Minstrel Boy
* Jockey's Far Awa
* The Highland Laddie
* Bonny Leslie
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# Queen Mary's lamentation (1824)/The Sodger Laddie

THE SOGER LADDIE.
MY soger laddie is over the sea, and he will bring gold and money to me; And when he comes hame, he'll make me a lady, my blessing gang with my soger laidie.
My doughty laddie is handsome and brave, and can as a soger and lover behave ; True to his country, to love he is steady, there's few to compare with my soger laddie.
Shield him, ye angles frae death in alarms return him with laurels to my langing arms, Syne free all my care ye'll peleasantly free me, when back to my wishes my soger ye gie me.
O soon may his honours bloom fair on his brow, as quickly they must, if he get his cue: For in noble actions his courage is ready. which makes me delight in my soger laddie.
# Queen Mary's lamentation (1824)/Queen Mary's Lamentation

QUEEN MARY'S LAMENTATION,
I SIGH and lament me in vain, these walls can but echo my moan, Alas! it increases my pain when I think on the days that are gone.
Through the grate of my prison I see the birds as they wanton in all My heart how it pants to be free, my looks they are wild with despair.
Above, though opprest by my fate; I burn with contempt for my foes, Though fortune has alter'd my state, see ne'er can subdue me to those.
False women, in ages to come, thy malice detested shall be, And when we are cold in the tomb, some heart will still sorrow for me.
Ye roofs where cold damps and dismay, with silence and fortitude dwell, How confortable passes the day? how sadly tosts the evening bell.
​The owls from the battlement cry, hollow winds seem to murmur around, O MARY! prepare thee to die, my blood it runs cold at the souad.
# Queen Mary's lamentation (1824)/The Minstrel Boy

THE MINSTREL BOY.
The minstrel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you find him His father's sword he has (illegible text), And his wild harp slung behind him. "Land of song" said the warrior bard, " Tho all the world betrayd thee, "One sword, at least thy rights shall guard, "One faithful harp shall praise thee
The minstrel fell!—but the foeman's chain Could not bring his proud soul under; The harp he lov'd never spoke again For he tore its chords asunder; and said: "No chains shall sully thee, " Thou soul of love and bravery! "Thy songs were made for the pure and the free " They shall never sound in slavery."
# Queen Mary's lamentation (1824)/Jockey's Far Awa

JOCKEY'S FAR AWA.
Now simmer decks the fields wi' flow'rs, the woods wi' leaves are green, ​An' little birdı a' round their bow'rs, In harmony convene; The cuckow flies frae tree to tree, While saft the zephyrs blaw. But what are a'the joys to me, When Jockey's far awa, When Jockey's fer awa on sea, When Jockey's far awa, But what are a' the joys to me When Jockey's far awa.
Last morning how sweet to see The little lambkins play, While my dear lad alang wi' me, Did kinly wa'k this way On yon green bank wild flow'rs he pu'd To buik my bosom braw, Sweet, sweet he talk'd and aft he vow'd, But now he's far awa But now, &c.
O gentle peace return again, Bring Jockey to my arms
Frae dangers on the raring main An' cruil war'(illegible text) alarms Gin e'er we meet nae mair we'll part When we hae breath to draw, ​Nor will I sing wi' aching heart, My Jockey's far awa My Jockey's far, &c
# Queen Mary's lamentation (1824)/The Highland Laddie

THE HIGHLAND LADDIE.
The Lawland lads think they are fine, But they're vain and idy gaudy, How much unlike the gracefu' mien, And mony looks of my Highland laddie.
O my bonny Highland laddie, My handsome, charming Highland laddie, May heaven still guard, and love reward, She Lawland lass and her Highland laddie
If I were free at will to choice, To be the wealthiest Lawland lady I'd tak young Donald without trews, Wi' bonnet blue and tartan plaidy
The brawest beau in burrow town, In a' his airs wi' art mare ready Compar' to him, he's but a clown, He's finer far in belted plaidy.
O'er benty hill wi him I'll (illegible text)in, And leave my Lawland kin and daddy; ​Frae winter's cauld and simmer's sun, He'll screen me wi' his Highland plaidy.
A painted room and silken bed, May please a Lawland lair, and ladys. But I can kiss, and be as glad, Behind a bnsh in's Highland plaidy.
Few compliments between us pass, I ca' him my dear Highland laddie, And he ca's me his Lawland lass, Syne rows me in his Highland plaidy.
No greater joy I'll e'er pretend, Than that his love prove true and steady, Like mine to him which ne'er shall end, While heaven preserves my Highland laddie.
# Queen Mary's lamentation (1824)/Bonny Leslie

BONNY LESLEY
O saw ye bonny Lesley As she gaed o'er the border? Sha's gane like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther
To ace her is to love her, And love her but for ever; ​For Nature made her what she is, And ne'er made sic anither.
Thou art a fair queen fair Lesley, Thy subjects we, before thee; Thou Art divine fair Lesley, The hearts of men adore thee.
The deil he could na scaith thee, Or aught that wad belang thee; He'd look into thy bonny face And say, "I canna wrang thee."
The Powers aboon will tent thee; Misfortunes sha'na steer thee; Thou'rt like themselves, sae lovely, That ill they'll ne'er let near thee.
Return again fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie! That we may brag we hae a lass, There's nane again sae bonnie.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Bonnie Lesley

Bonnie Lesley.
[Written by Burns in honour of Miss Lesley Baillie of Ayrshire, afterwards Mrs. Cumming of Logie, and sent to Thomson's collection for the tune of "The Collier's Bonnie Lassie." The poet, in a letter to Mrs Dunlop dated August, 1792, thus describes the cause and manner of the composition of this song. "Know that the heart-struck awe, the distant humble approach, the delight we should have in gazing upon and listening to a messenger of heaven, appearing in all the unspotted purity of his celestial home, among the coarse, polluted, far inferior sons of men, to deliver to them tidings that make their hearts swim in joy, and their imaginations soar in transport—such, so delighting and so pure, were the emoyions of my soul on meeting the other day with Miss Lesley Baillie, your neighbour. Mr. Baillie, with his two daughters, accompanied by Mr. H. of G., passing through Dumfries a few days ago, on their way to England, did me the honour of calling on me; on which I took my horse (though God knows I could ill spare the time,) and accompanied them fourteen or fifteen miles, and dined and spent the day with them. 'Twas about nine, I think, when I left them; and riding home, composed the following ballad."]
O, saw ye bonnie Lesley, As she gaed o'er the border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!
Thou art a queen, fair Lesley, Thy subjects we before thee: Thou art divine, fair Lesley; The hearts o' men adore thee. The deil he coudna scaith thee, Or aught that wad belang thee; He'd look into thy bonnie face, And say, I canna wrang thee!
The powers aboon will tent thee, Misfortune shanna steer thee; Thou'rt like themselves sae lovely, That ill they'll ne'er let near thee. Return again, fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie! That we may brag we ha'e a lass There's nane again sae bonnie.
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Amang the Trees

AMANG THE TREES.
TUNE—'THE KING OF FRANCE, HE RADE A RACE.'
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/On Sensibility

ON SENSIBILITY.
TO MY DEAR AND MUCH HONOURED FRIEND, MRS. DUNLOP, OF DUNLOP.
AIR—'SENSIBILITY.'
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Sweetest May

SWEETEST MAY.
# Sweetest May

* "Sweetest May", in Burns' Popular Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Paisley
* "Sweetest May", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
# Burns' Popular Songs/Sweetest May

Sweetest May.
# Blackwood's Magazine/Volume 1/Issue 2/Letter From James IV to the King of Denmark

ANTIQUARIAN REPERTORY.
LETTER FROM JAMES IV. TO THE KING OF DENMARK.
In favour of Anthony Gawino, Earl of Little Egypt, &c. 1506.
(Referred to at page 161.)
Illustrissime, &c. Anthonius Gawino, ex Parva Egypto comes, et cætera ejus comitatus, gens afflicta et miseranda, dum Christianam orbem peregrinationes studio, Apostolicæ Sedis (ut refert) jussu, suorum more peregrinans, fines nostri regni dudum advenerat, atque in sortis suæ, et miseriarum hujus populi, refugium, nos pro humanitate imploraverat ut nostros limites sibi impune adire, res cunctas, et quam habet societatem libere circumagere liceret. Impetrat facile quæ postulat miserorum hominum dura fortuna. Ita aliquot menses bene et catholice, (sic accepimus,) bic versatus, ad te, Rex et Avuncule, in Daciam transitum paret. Sed oceanum transmissurus nostras literas exoravit, quibus celsitudinem tuam horum certiorum redderemus, simul et calamitatem ejus gentis Regiæ tuæ munincentiæ commendaremus. Ceterum errabundæ Egypti fata, moresque, et genus, eo tibi quam nobis credimus notiora, quo Egyptus tuo regno vicinior, et major hujusniodi hominum frequentia tuo diversatur imperio. IIlustrissime, &c.
(MS. Reg. 13. B. II.)
# Blackwood's Magazine/Volume 1/Issue 2/Act of the Lords of Council

ACT OF THE LORDS OF COUNCIL.
Respecting John Faw, &c. Jun. 6. 1511.
(Referred to at page 161.)
The quhilk day anentis the complaintis gevin in be Jhone Faw and his brether, and Sebastiane Lowlaw, Egiptianis, to the Kingis Grace, ilkane pleinzeand vpoun vther of diverse faltis and Iniuris; And that It is aggreit amang thame to passe hame, and to haue the samyn decydit before the Duke of Egipt. The Lordis of Counsale being avisit with the pointis of the saidis compluiutis, and vnderstanding perfitlie the gret thiftis and scathis done be the saidis Egiptianis vpoun our soverane Lordis lieges, quhairuer thae cum or resortis; Ordanis letters to be direct to the provestis and bailies of Edinburgh, Sanct Johnstoun, Dundee, Monross, Aberdene, Sactandrois, Elgin, Forress, and Inuerness; And to the Schirefis of Edinburgh, Fif, Perth, Forfair, Kincardin, Aberdene, Elgyn and Foress, Banf, Crummarty, Inuerness, And all vtheris schirefis, stewartis, provestis, and bailies, quhair it happinnis the saidis Egiptianis to resort; To command and charge thame, be oppin proclamatioun at the mercat croces of the heid burgh of the schirefdomes, to depart furth of this realme, with their wifis, barnis, and companies, within xxx dayis efter thai be chargit therto, vnder the pane of deid; Notwithstanding ony vtheris letters, or privelegis, granted to thame be the Kingis Grace; Becaus his Grace, with avise of the lordis, lies dischargit the samyn for the causis forsaidis; with certificatioun and thai be fundin in this realme, the saidis xxx dayis being past, thai salbe tane and put to deid.
(MS. Act. Dom. Con. vol. 15. fol. 155.)
# Blackwood's Magazine/Volume 1/Issue 2/A Last Adieu

A LAST ADIEU.
Adieu, my loved parent, the trial is o'er, The veil o'er thy couch of forgetfulness spread; Thy kind heart shall grieve for my follies no more, Nor the suppliant tear for thy wanderer be shed.
Long over thy head has the tempest blown fell, But riches, unknown, were unvalued by thee; In the wild wast thou born, in the wild didst thou dwell, The pupil of Nature, benevolent and free;
And never, in all her uncultured domain, Was nourished a spirit more genial and kind; Chill poverty could not thy ardour restrain, Nor cloud thy gay smile, or the glow of thy mind.
When winter-wreaths lay round our cottage so small, When fancy was ardent, and feeling was strong, O how I would long for the gloaming to fall, To sit by thy knee and attend to thy song!
The song of the field where the warrior bled; The garland of blossom dishonoured too soon; The elves of the green-wood, the ghosts of the dead, And faries that journeyed by light of the moon.
I loved thee, my parent—my highest desire Was 'neath independence to shield thy gray head; But fortune denied it—extinguished the fire— And, now thou art gone, my ambition is fled.
I loved thee!—and now thou art laid in thy grave, Thy memory I'll cherish, while memory is mine; And the boon that my tongue aye from Heaven shall crave, Shall be the last blessing that hung upon thine.
Though over thy ashes no tombstone is seen, The place shall be hallowed when ages are past; No monument tells, 'mid the wilderness green, Where the minstreless lies of the Border the last.
But over that grave will the lover of song, And the lover of goodness, stand silent and sigh; And the fays of the wild will thy requiem prolong, And shed on thy coverlet dews of the sky:
And there, from the rue and the rose's perfume, His dew-web of dawn shall the gossamer won; And there shall the daisy and violet bloom, And I'll water them all with the tears of a son.
Adieu, my loved parent! the trial is past— Again thy loved bosom my dwelling may be; And long as the name of thy darling shall last, All due be the song and the honour to thee! H.