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# Highland laddie (3)/Highland Laddie

HIGHLAND LADDIE.
Oh where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone? Oh where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone? He is gone with streaming banners, where noble deeds are done, And its oh in my heart but I wish him safe at home
O what, tell me what, did your Highland laddie wear? O what, tell me what, &c. A bonnet with a lofty plume, the gallant pledge of war. And a plaid across his manly breast, that soon (illegible text) wear a star. Oh where, tell me where, did your Highland laddie stay? Oh where tell me where, &c. He dwelt beneath the Holly-tree beside the rapid Spey, And mony a blessing followed him the day he gaeli(illegible text) away
Ah suppose ah suppose that some cruel cruel wound Should pierce your Highland laddie's breast, and a your hopes confound; The pipes should play a cheerful strain the banners round him fly, ​And the spirit of a Highland chief should glister in his eye. The pipes should play a cheerful strain, the banners round him fly, And for his king and country with pleasure he will die.
But I hope yet to see him in Scotlands bonny bounds, But I hope yet to see him, 8c. His native land of liberty will nurse his glorious wounds. While wide thro' all the Highland hills his warlike name resounds.
# Waes me for Prince Charly/Highland Laddie

HIGHLAND LADDIE.
FINIS
# Highland Laddie

* "Highland Laddie", in Birks of Aberfeldy (1817), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Highland Laddie", in Highland Laddie (1820), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Highland Laddie", in Waes me for Prince Charly (1820), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
# Pretty maid milking her cow/The Charms of Jamie

The CHARM of JAMIE
Young lovers, who're in love engag'd, of your deceitful swains beware, Left by delusions you're persuaded, and bring yourselves into a snare.
For young men often prove deceitful, though promises to you they'll make: My love to me has prov'd ungrateful, with grief and sorrow my heart will break.
How oft has my true love caress'd me, and enfolded me in his arms! And on my tender bosom preis'd me, enjoying of each others charms.
And so blisses with sweet kisses, my love and (illegible text) did oy and play: But now my Jamie's gone and left me, alas! alas! and well-a day.
I never thought he would prove cruel, to go and leave me in dispair: He was my joy and only jewel, but few with him I could compare.
​Now he's gone o'er the raging ocean, where foaming billows loudly roar, In stormy ruins in many nations, I fear I ne'er shall see him more.
My true love was tall and handsome, straight and proper in every limb; Could I but obtain the King's ransom, I ne'er would fancy one but him.
He was affable and good temper'd, his colour like the damask rose. His hair's as black s a raven's feather, his eyes as black as any sloe.
Neptune conduct my dearest jewel, ⟨safe⟩ home from the raging main, And ease my heart that burns like fuel, for fear I ne'er shall see him again.
When the stormy wind's are blowing, it fills my heart with woe. When on my pillow little knowing, what dangers my love undergo.
But not my Jamie's safe return'd, and cured my of all my pain; Like fuel of my heart has burn'd, for hear I'd ne'er see him again.
​Now in wedlock bands I'm fastened unto the jewel of my heart In love and mirth to live together. nothing but death e'er can part.
# Pretty maid milking her cow/The Pretty Maid Milking Her Cow

The Pretty Maid Milking her Cow.
IT was on a fine summer’s morning, as birds sweetly sung in each bow, I heard a fair Maid sweetly singing, as she sat milking her Cow.
She sung with a voice so me'o ious, that made me scarce able to go! My heart it was smother'd with sorrow, by the pretty Maid milking her Cow.
I courteously thus did salute her Good-morrow fair amorous maid, I'm your captive slave for the future Kind Sir do not banter, she said.
I'm not such a precious jewel, that you could remember me so; I'm but a plain country girl said the pretty Maid milking her Cow.
All India can afford no such jewel, so charming or transparent fair! Pray do not add flames to my fuel, but consent and love me, my dear!
​Take pity, and grant my desire: and leave me no longer in woe! Come love me or else I'll expire, you pretty Maid milking your Cow.
I don't understand what you mean. Sir; I've neer been a slave yo to love; Such amours I seldom experienc d, therefore your affections remove.
To tarry, then. I can assure you, is a thing that I can't under go; Therefore, young man pray excuse me, said the pretty Maid milking her Cow.
No young man could excuse you, or it would be against his own will; To pen your perfection in beauty. some volumes I'm sure it would fill.
I would patiently wait for an answer, my destiny pray let me know; Your consent, till death be the ransom, you pretty Maid milking your Cow.
pray, Sir, withdraw and don't teaze me! I'll never consent unto thee: ⟨I⟩ like to live ⟨single⟩ and easy, till more of the world I see;
​Left care it should early embrace me, Besides that my fortune's low, Until I grow rich I'll not marry, said the pretty Maid milking her Cow.
To say you would wait for a fortune, is a civil way to deny; And I have got money and cattle dear love all your wants to supply.
Delay are attended with dangers, and youth it hath no second spring: and likewise when beauty is faded, it never will return again!
A fair maid is ire a ship sailing, she knows not how far she ll safe go; For in every blast she's in danger. you pretty Maid milking your Cow.
An old maid is like old almanack, useless when once out of date; If her ware is not sold in the morning, at noon it goes at a low rate.
The fragrance of May is soon over, garnish & with beauty you know; All blooms are consum'd in October, you pretty Maid milking your Cow.
# Pretty maid milking her cow

The Pretty Maid Milking her Cow,
To which are added
The Charms of Jamie,
A Solemn Dirge
Entered according to Order.
* The Pretty Maid Milking Her Cow
* The Charms of Jamie
* A Solemn Dirge
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# Birks of Aberfeldy/On the Death of Burns

ON THE DEATH OF BURNS.
# On the Death of Burns

* "On the Death of Burns", in Birks of Aberfeldy (1817), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "A Solemn Dirge", in Pretty maid milking her cow (n.d.), a chapbook with no printing information
# Pretty maid milking her cow/A Solemn Dirge

A SOLEMN DIRGE,
on the death of robert burns, the
scots bard
WHAT! is there ill news you're so sad, Robin Gray. That thy blue bonnet's pull d o er they brow? O! sad news! sad! sad! Poor Robin is dead And the plowman weeps over his plow, Well a well a day, And the plowman weeps over his plow.
Is his pipe mute for ay, and for ay, Robin Gray. No more shall we tend to his song? Aye cold as a clod Beneath the greed sod, Poor Robin they've lain all along, Well a well a day, Poor Robin they've lain all along,
Adieu thon the forest and hill, Robin Gray, and farewel the wallies and grove!
​Why, the forest and hill, And the vallies ring still Still echo his ditties of love, Well a well a day, Still echo his ditties of love.
The sad sound of echo I'll shun, Robin Gray, It's dying notes live on my mind; Can you then as you roam, From your forefathers home, Leave your country's feeling behind, Well a well a day, Leave your country's feeling behind.
Still the blackbird shall sing on the thorn, Robin Gray, And the lark early carol on high, But the lowly lodg'd swain, As he scatters his grain, Will chant Robin's verse with a sigh, Well a well a day, Will chant Robin's verse with a sigh,
Soft lies on his bosom the turf, Robin Gray, Rest his ashes unmingled and pure! May the tomb of his urn Calendonia adorn, And his much lov'd remains ay secure! Well a well a day! And his much lov'd remains ay secure!
# The Birks of Aberfeldy

* "The Birks of Aberfeldy", in Four Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Newton-Stewart
* "The Birks of Aberfeldy", in The Song Book No. 4 (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "The Birks of Aberfeldy", in The Canary (1810), a chapbook printed in Paisley
* "Birks of Aberfeldy", in Birks of Aberfeldy (1817), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "The Birks of Aberfeldy", in Allister M'Allister (1823), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Birks of Aberfeldy", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "The Birks of Aberfeldy", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith

### See also

* "The Birks of Abergeldy", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
# The Song Book No. 4/The Birks of Aberfeldy

The Birks of Aberfeldy.
# Birks of Aberfeldy/Birks of Aberfeldy

BIRKS OF ABERFELDY.
# Plaid amang the Heather

* "Plaid amang the Heather" in Birks of Aberfeldy (1817), a Scottish chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Plaid amang the heather" in I had a horse (1820), a Scottish chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "The Plaidie" in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Plaidie

The Plaidie.
[Tune, "Old Highland laddie."]
The wind blew hie owre muir and lea, And dark and stormy grew the weather; The rain rain'd sair; nae shelter near But my luve's plaid amang the heather. O my bonnie Highland lad, My winsome, weelfar'd Highland laddie; Wha wad mind the wind and rain, Sae weel row'd in his tartan plaidie?
Close to his breast he held me fast; Sae cozie, warm, we lay thegither; Nae simmer heat was half sae sweet As my luve's plaid amang the heather ' O my bonnie, &c.
'Mid wind and rain he tauld his tale; My lightsome heart grew like a feather; It lap sae quick I cou'dna speak, But silent sigh'd amang the heather. O my bonnie, &c.
The storm blew past; we kiss'd in haste; I hameward ran and tauld my mither; She gloom'd at first, but soon confest The bowls row'd right amang the heather. O my bonnie, &c.
Now Hymen's beam gilds bank and stream, Whare Will and I fresh flowers will gather Nae storms I fear, I've got my dear Kind-hearted lad amang the heather. O my bonnie Highland lad. My winsome, weelfar'd Highland laddie Should storms appear, my Will's aye near To row me in his tartan plaidie.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The weary pund o' tow

The weary pund o' tow.
[The chorus of this song and the tune are old: the rest was furnished by Burns for the Museum.]
The weary pund, the weary pund, The weary pund o' tow; I thought my wife wad end her life Before she span her tow.
I bought my wife a stane o' lint, As good as e'er did grow, And a' that she could mak' o' that Was ae weary pund o' tow. The weary pund, &c.
There sat a bottle in a bole, Ayont the ingle low, And aye she took the tither sook, To drook the stoury tow. The weary pund, &c.
For shame, said I, you dirty dame, Gae spin your tap o' tow: She took the roke, and, wi' a knock, She brak' it ower my pow. The weary pund, &c.
At length her feet—I sang to see it- Gaed foremost ower the knowe; And ere I wed another jade I'll wallop in a tow. The weary pund, &c.
# The Weary Pund o' Tow

* "The Weary Pund O Tow", in Highland laddie (1820), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "The Weary Pund o' Tow", in Burns' Popular Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Paisley
* "The weary pund o' tow", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "The weary Pund o' Tow", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
# Burns' Popular Songs/The Weary Pund o' Tow

The Weary Pund o' Tow.
# The Silver Key

* "The Silver Key" in Weird Tales, 13 (1) (January 1929)
* "The Silver Key," in Avon Fantasy Reader (03) (June 1947)

## See also

* Through the Gates of the Silver Key
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# The Curse of Yig

Written 1928.
* "The Curse of Yig" in Weird Tales, 14 (5) (November 1929)
* "The Curse of Yig" in Weird Tales, 33 (4) (April 1939)
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# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/The weary Pund o' Tow

THE WEARY PUND O' TOW.
TUNE—'THE WEARY PUND O' TOW.'
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Weary fa' you, Duncan Gray

WEARY FA' YOU, DUNCAN GRAY.
TUNE—'DUNCAN GRAY.'
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/When I think on the happy Days

WHEN I THINK ON THE HAPPY DAYS.
# Comin' Thro' the Rye

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* "Comin' Thro' the Rye", poem attributed to Robert Burns
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# Comin' Thro' the Rye (attr. Burns)

'The original words of "Comin' thro' the rye" cannot be satisfactorily traced. There are many different versions of the song. The version which is now to be found in the 'Works of Burns is the one given in Johnson's Museum, which passed through the hands of Burns; but the song itself, in some form or other, was known long before Burns.' —G. W. Napier, in an 1876 edition of Notes and Queries.
* "Comin' Thro' the Rye", in Highland laddie (1820), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Comin' thro' the rye", Burns version, in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "Comin' thro' the rye", "modern theatrical version", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "Comin' Thro' the Rye", Burns version, in The Merry Muses of Caledonia (1911)
* "Comin' Thro' The Rye" in The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book (1917)
* "Coming through the Rye", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith

## See also

* "A Parody On Comin' Thro' The Rye" by Josephine K. Henry (1908).
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Coming through the Rye

COMING THROUGH THE RYE.
TUNE—'COMING THROUGH THE RYE.'
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Come boat me o'er to Charlie

COME BOAT ME O'ER TO CHARLIE.
TUNE—'O'ER THE WATER TO CHARLIE.'
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Bannocks o' Barley

BANNOCKS O' BARLEY.
TUNE—'THE KILLOGIE.'
# Highland laddie (3)/The Weary Pund O Tow

The weary pund, the weary pund, The weary pund a' tow; I think my wife will end her life, Before she spin her tow. I bought my wife a stane o' lint, As good as e'er did grow ; And a' that she has made o' that, Is we poor pund o' tow. The weary pund, the weary pund, The weary pund o' tow; I think my wife will end her life, Before she spin her tow.
There sat a bottle in the bole, Beyond the ingle low, ​An' ay she took the tither souk To drouk the stourie tow. The weary pund, &c.
Quoth 1, " For shame ye dirty dame, Gae spin your tap o' tow; She took the rock, and wi' a knock She brake it o'er my pow. The weary pund, &c.
At last her feet, I sang to see't, Gaed foremost oe'r a knowe, And e'er I'll wed anither jade, I'll wallop in a tow. The weary pund, &c.
# Highland laddie (3)/Comin' Thro' the Rye

COMIN' THRO' THE RYE.
Comin' thro' the rye, poor bodie, Comin' thro' the rye, She draigelt a' her petticotie: Comin' thro' the rye.
O Jenny's a' weet, poor bodie! Jenny's seldom dry! She draigelt a' her petticotie, a Comin' thro' the rye.
Gin a bodie meet a bodie, Comin' frae the rye Gin a bodie kiss a bodie, Need a bodie cry? O Jenny's a' weet, &c.
Gin a bodie meet a bodie, Comin' thro' the glen, Gin a bodie kiss a bodie, Need the world ken ? O Jenny's a' weet, &c.
Gin a bodie meet a bodie, Comin' frae the well. Gin a bodie meet a bodie, Need a bodie tell ? O Jenny's a' weet, &c ​Gin a bodie meet a bodie, Comin' frae the town, Gin a bodie meet a bodie, Need a bodie frown? O Jenny's a' weet, &c.
Kissing is the key of love, And clapping is the lock! And making o's the best thing, That e'er a young thing got. Jenny's a' weet, &c.
Ilka bodie has a bodie, Ne'er a ane ha'e l! What ails the laddies at me, That I am sae past by? O Jenny's a weet, &c.
FINIS.
# Highland laddie (3)/Buxom Bonny Willie

BUXOM BONNY WILLIE
When fragrant bloom of yellow broom delights our lads and lasses, O'er yellow broom in beauty's bloom my Will all lads surpasses
Wi' Willy then I'll o'er the braes, I'll o'er the braes wi' Willy ; Wi' Willy then I'll o'er the braes, I'll o'er the braes wi' Willy From morn to eve I'll sing the praise of buxom bonny Willy Willy. Willy, Willy, Willy From morn to eve I'll sing the praise Of buxom bonny Willy.
Reclined by Tay at noon-tide day, we'll pu' the daizy pretty, The live lang day we'll kiss and play, or sing some loving ditty. Wi Willy then. &e.
Now blythe and gay at setting day, gif mither dinna binder, I'll sing and play wi' Willy gay, for we twa ne'er shall sinder. Wi Willy then, &c.
# Highland laddie (3)

HIGHLAND LADDIE.
to which are added,
The Weary pund o' Tow.
Stand to your Guns.
The Sodger Laddie.
Buxom bonny Willie.
Comin' thro' the rye.
EDINBURGH:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
1820.
* Highland Laddie
* The Weary Pund O Tow
* Stand to Your Guns
* The Sodger Laddie
* Buxom Bonny Willie
* Comin' Thro' the Rye
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# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Peg-a-Ramsey

PEG-A-RAMSEY.
TUNE—'CAULD IS THE E'ENIN' BLAST.'
# Come boat me o'er to Charlie

* "Come boat me o'er to Charlie", in Burns' Popular Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Paisley
* "O'er the Water to Charlie", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "Come boat me o'er to Charlie", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
# The Book of Scottish Song/O'er the Water to Charlie

O’er the Water to Charlie.
[This popular Jacobite song has been subjected to various alterations by different hands, so that few copies read alike. We give here Hogg's version, in his "Relics." The tune, "O'er the water to Charlie," is older than the '45, and it is probable that there was some old song with that burthen before the Jacobitical effusion.]
Come, boat me ower, come, row me ower, Come, boat me ower to Charlie; I'll gi'e John Ross another bawbee, To ferry me ower to Charlie. We'll over the water, and over the sea, We'll over the water to Charlie; Come weel, come woe, we'll gather and go, And live and die wi' Charlie.
It's weel I lo'e my Charlie's name, Though some there be that abhor him; But O, to see Auld Nick gaun hame, And Charlie's faes before him!
I swear by moon and stars sae bricht, And the sun that glances early, If I had twenty thousand lives, I'd gi'e them a' for Charlie.
I ance had sons, I now ha'e nane; I bred them, toiling sairly; And I wad bear them a' again, And lose them a' for Charlie!
# Burns' Popular Songs/Come boat me o'er to Charlie

Come boat me o'er to Charlie.
# Bannocks o' Barley

* "Bannocks o' Barley", in The Bad Wife (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Bannocks o' Barley", in Burns' Popular Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Paisley
* "Bannocks o' barley", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "Bannocks o' Barley", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
# The Bad Wife (Stirling)/Bannocks o' Barley

BANNOCKS O' BARLEY.
Bannocks o' bear-meal, bannocks o' barley, Here's to the Highlandman's bannocks of barley Wha in a brulzie will first cry 'a parley?'— Never the lads wi' the bannocks o' barley.
Bannocks of bear-meal, bannocks o' barley. Here's to the Highlandman's bannocks ⟨o'⟩ barley.
Wha drew the gude clay more for Charlie? Wha cow'd the lowns o' England rarely? Au claw'd their backs at Falkirk fairly? Wha but the lads wi' the bannocks o' barley.
Bannocks, &c.
Wha, when hope was blasted fairly, Stood in ruin wi' bounie Prince Charlie? An' 'neath the Duke's bloody paws dree'd sairly? Wha but the lads wi' the bannocks o'barley.
Bannocks o' barley, &c.
# Burns' Popular Songs/Bannocks o' Barley

Bannocks o' Barley.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Bannocks o' barley

Bannocks o' barley.
[This is a fragment of a Jacobitical song contributed by Burns to Johnson's Museum. A spurious addition to it is given by Cromek in his "Remains of Nithsdale and Galloway Song." The old tune of "Bannocks o' barley" was originally called "The Killogie," and was sung to words, here inadmissible, beginning,
"A lad and a lassie lay in a Killogie."
Hogg, in his Jacobite Relics, vol. i., gives a song to the same tune, called "Cakes of Crowdy," written against the Revolution of 1688, but it is not worth quoting.]
Bannocks o' bear-meal, bannocks o' barley! Here's to the Highlandman's bannocks o' barley! Wha in a brulyie will first cry a parley? Never the lads wi' the bannocks o' barley. Bannocks o' bear-meal, bannocks o' barley! Here's to the Highlandman's bannocks o' barley!
Wha, in his wae days, were loyal to Charlie? Wha but the lads wi' the bannocks o' barley: Bannocks o' bear-meal, &c.
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# Ambition, and Other Poems

AMBITION
and Other Poems
AMBITION
and Other Poems
W. H. DAVIES
LONDON: JONATHAN CAPE
FIRST PUBLISHED MCMXXIX
PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN BY
BUTLER & TANNER LTD
FROME
Contents
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# Ambition, and Other Poems/My Life's Example

THE END.
# Ambition

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* "Ambition", a poem by William Henry Davies
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# Journal of American Folk-Lore/Volume 13

THE JOURNAL OF
AMERICAN FOLK-LORE
VOLUME XIII
LONDON: DAVID NUTT, 270, 271 STRAND LEIPZIG: OTTO HARRASSOWITZ, QUERSTRASSE, 14
Copyright, 1900, By THE AMERICAN FOLK-LORE SOCIETY.
All rights reserved.
The Riverside Press, Cambridge, Mass., U.S.A. Electrotyped and printed by H. O. Houghton and Company.
* Issue 48, January-March 1900
* Issue 49, April-June 1900
* Issue 50, July-September 1900
* Issue 51, October-December 1900
* Index to Volume XIII