AULD ROB MORRIS.
It is remark-worthy that the song of "Holy and Fairly," in all the old editions of it, is called "The Drunken Wife o" Galloway," which localizes it to that country.
RATTLIN, ROARIN WILLIE.
The last stanza of this song is mine; it was composed out of compliment to one of the worthiest fellows in the world, William Dunbar, Esq., writer to the signet, Edinburgh, and Colonel of the Crochallan Corps, a club of wits who took that t.i.tle at the time of raising the fencible regiments.
WHERE BRAVING ANGRY WINTER STORMS.
This song I composed on one of the most accomplished of women, Miss Peggy Chalmers, that was, now Mrs. Lewis Hay, of Forbes and Co."s bank, Edinburgh.
TIBBIE, I HAE SEEN THE DAY.
This song I composed about the age of seventeen.
NANCY"S GHOST.
This song is by Dr. Blacklock.
TUNE YOUR FIDDLES, ETC.
This song was composed by the Rev. John Skinner, nonjuror clergyman at Linshart, near Peterhead. He is likewise author of "Tullochgorum,"
"Ewie wi" the crooked Horn," "John o" Badenyond," &c., and what is of still more consequence, he is one of the worthiest of mankind. He is the author of an ecclesiastical history of Scotland. The air is by Mr.
Marshall, butler to the Duke of Gordon; the first composer of strathspeys of the age. I have been told by somebody, who had it of Marshall himself, that he took the idea of his three most celebrated pieces, "The Marquis of Huntley"s Reel," his "Farewell," and "Miss Admiral Gordon"s Reel," from the old air, "The German Lairdie."
GILL MORICE.
This plaintive ballad ought to have been called Child Maurice, and not Gil Maurice. In its present dress, it has gained immortal honour from Mr. Home"s taking from it the ground-work of his fine tragedy of Douglas. But I am of opinion that the present ballad is a modern composition; perhaps not much above the age of the middle of the last century; at least I should be glad to see or hear of a copy of the present words prior to 1650. That it was taken from an old ballad, called "Child Maurice," now lost, I am inclined to believe; but the present one may be cla.s.sed with "Hardyknute," "Kenneth," "Duncan, the Laird of Woodhouselie," "Lord Livingston," "Binnorie," "The Death of Monteith," and many other modern productions, which have been swallowed by many readers as ancient fragments of old poems. This beautiful plaintive tune was composed by Mr. M"Gibbon, the selector of a collection of Scots tunes. R. B.
In addition to the observations on Gil Morice, I add, that of the songs which Captain Riddel mentions, "Kenneth" and "Duncan" are juvenile compositions of Mr. M"Kenzie, "The Man of Feeling."--M"Kenzie"s father showed them in MS. to Dr. Blacklock, as the productions of his son, from which the Doctor rightly prognosticated that the young poet would make, in his more advanced years, a respectable figure in the world of letters.
This I had from Blacklock.
TIBBIE DUNBAR.
This tune is said to be the composition of John M"Gill, fiddler, in Girvan. He called it after his own name.
WHEN I UPON THY BOSOM LEAN.
This song was the work of a very worthy facetious old fellow, John Lapraik, late of Dalfram, near Muirkirk; which little property he was obliged to sell in consequence of some connexion as security for some persons concerned in that villanous bubble THE AYR BANK. He has often told me that he composed this song one day when his wife had been fretting o"er their misfortunes.
MY HARRY WAS A GALLANT GAY.
Tune--"Highlander"s Lament."
The oldest t.i.tle I ever heard to this air, was, "The Highland Watch"s Farewell to Ireland." The chorus I picked up from an old woman in Dumblane; the rest of the song is mine.
THE HIGHLAND CHARACTER.
This tune was the composition of Gen. Reid, and called by him "The Highland, or 42d Regiment"s March." The words are by Sir Harry Erskine.
LEADER-HAUGHS AND YARROW.
There is in several collections, the old song of "Leader-Haughs and Yarrow." It seems to have been the work of one of our itinerant minstrels, as he calls himself, at the conclusion of his song, "Minstrel Burn."
THE TAILOR FELL THRO" THE BED, THIMBLE AN" A".
This air is the march of the corporation of tailors. The second and fourth stanzas are mine.