THE
MODERN SCOTTISH MINSTREL;
OR,
THE SONGS OF SCOTLAND OF THE PAST HALF CENTURY.
WITH
Memoirs of the Poets,
AND
SKETCHES AND SPECIMENS
IN ENGLISH VERSE OF THE MOST CELEBRATED
MODERN GAELIC BARDS.
BY
CHARLES ROGERS, LL.D.
F.S.A. SCOT.

Nae mair we 'll meet again, my love, by yon burn-side, vol. iii., [227].
Name the leaves on all the trees, vol. vi., [118].
Never despair! when the dark cloud is lowering, vol. v., [75].
Night turns to day, vol. i., [255].
No homeward scene near me, vol. iv., [290].
No more by thy margin, dark Carron, vol. vi., [202].
No one knows what silent secrets, vol. vi., [24].
No sky shines so bright as the sky that is spread, vol. iv., [61].
No sound was heard o'er the broom-covered valley, vol. iv., [86].
Not the swan on the lake, or the foam on the shore, vol. iv., [281].
Now bank and brae are clad in green, vol. ii., [245].
Now, Jenny lass, my bonnie bird, vol. ii., [92].
Now, Mary, now, the struggle 's o'er, vol. iii., [229].
Now rests the red sun in his caves of the ocean, vol. ii., [254].
Now simmer decks the field wi' flowers, vol. ii., [304].
Now smiling summer's balmy breeze, vol. ii., [229].
Now summer shines with gaudy pride, vol. ii., [116].
Now the beams of May morn, vol. iii., [149].
Now there 's peace on the shore, now there 's calm on the sea, vol. iii., [177].
Now winter wi' his cloudy brow, vol. ii., [147].
Now winter's wind sweeps o'er the mountains, vol. i., [165].

Oh! are ye sleeping, Maggie, vol. ii., [156].
Oh! away to the Tweed, vol. v., [94].
Oh, beautiful and bright thou art, vol. vi., [197].
Oh, blaw ye westlin winds, blaw saft, vol. i., [124].
Oh, blessing on her star-like e'en, vol. v., [102].
Oh! blessing on thee, land, vol. v., [104].
Oh, bonnie are the howes, vol. iv., [200].
Oh, bonnie buds yon birchen-tree, vol. ii., [240].
Oh, bonnie Nelly Brown, I will sing a song to thee, vol. v., [276].
Oh, bonnie 's the lily that blooms in the valley, vol. v., [194].
Oh, brave Caledonians, my brothers, my friends, vol. iii., [114].
Oh, bright the beaming queen o' night, vol. v., [146].
Oh, Castell Gloom! thy strength is gone, vol. i., [221].
Oh, Charlie is my darling, vol. iii., [53].
Oh, come my bonnie bark, vol. iii., [16].
Oh, come with me for the queen of night, vol. iii., [59].
October winds wi' biting breath, vol. ii., [203].
O dear, dear to me, vol. vi., [92].
Oh! dear to my heart are my heather-clad mountains, vol. v., [239].
Oh! dear were the joys that are past, vol. iii., [62].
Oh, dinna ask me gin I lo'e thee, vol. v., [78].
Oh, dinna be sae sair cast down, vol. v., [43].
Oh, dinna cross the burn, Willie, vol. v., [150].
Oh, dinna look ye pridefu' doon on a' beneath your ken, vol. v., [204].
Oh, dinna think, bonnie lassie, I 'm gaun to leave thee, vol. i., [96].
Oh, distant, but dear, is that sweet island wherein, vol. ii., [109].
O'er mountain and valley, vol. iii., [169].
O'er the mist-shrouded cliffs of the gray mountain straying, vol. v., [47].
Of learning long a scantling was the portion of the Gael, vol. v., [295].
Of Nelson and the north, vol. ii., [265].
Of streams that down the valley run, vol. ii., [129].
Oh, gentle sleep wilt thou lay thy head, vol. iii., [90].
Oh, gin I were where Gadie rins, vol. iv., [117].
Oh, grand bounds the deer o'er the mountain, vol. i., [55].
Oh, guess ye wha I met yestreen, vol. vi., [129].
Oh, hame is aye hamely still, though poor at times it be, vol. iv., [218].
Oh, hast thou forgotten the birk-tree's shade, vol. iv., [269].
Oh, haud na' yer noddle sae hie, ma doo! vol. v., [108].
Oh, heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale, vol. ii., [263].
O hi', O hu', she 's sad for scolding, vol. v., [288].
Oh! how can I be cheerie in this hameless ha', vol. iii., [125].
Oh, how I love the evening hour, vol. v., [265].
Oh! I have traversed lands afar, vol. v., [12].
Oh! I lo'ed my lassie weel, vol. iii., [253].
O June, ye spring the loveliest flowers, vol. v., [44].
Oh, lady, twine no wreath for me, vol. i., [302].
Oh, lassie! I lo'e dearest, vol. v., [47].
Oh, lassie! if thou 'lt gang to yonder glen wi' me, vol. iv., [65].
Oh, lassie! wilt thou gang wi' me, vol. iii., [65].
Oh, lassie! wilt thou go? vol. ii., [287].
Old Scotland, I love thee, thou 'rt dearer to me, vol. v., [250].
Oh, leave me not! the evening hour, vol. v., [74].
Oh, leeze me on the bonnie lass, vol. ii., [178].
Oh, let na gang yon bonnie lassie, vol. v., [58].
Oh, love the soldier's daughter dear, vol. v., [270].
Oh, many a true Highlander, many a liegeman, vol. iii., [280].
Oh! Mary, while thy gentle cheek, vol. v., [122].
Oh, merrily and gallantly, vol. v., [116].
Oh, mind ye the ewe-bughts, Marion, vol. i., [56].
Oh, mony a turn of woe and weal, vol. i., [347].
Oh, mony a year has come and gane, vol. v., [20].
Oh, my lassie, our joy to complete again, vol. ii., [54].
Oh, my love, leave me not, vol. i., [106].
Oh! my love 's bonnie, bonnie, bonnie, vol. v., [52].
Oh! my love is very lovely, vol. vi., [8].
Oh, my love was fair as the siller clud, vol. vi., [173].
Once more on the broad-bosom'd ocean appearing, vol. iv., [199].
Once more in the Highlands I wander alone, vol. v., [257].
Oh, neighbours! what had I to do for to marry? vol. i., [139].
On, on to the fields where of old, vol. iv., [56].
On fair Clydeside thair wonnit ane dame, vol. v., [119].
On thee, Eliza, dwell my thoughts, vol. ii., [173].
On the greensward lay William in anguish extended, vol. ii., [163].
On the airy Ben-Nevis the wind is awake, vol. iv., [250].
On the banks o' the burn, while I pensively wander, vol. ii., [316].
On the fierce savage cliffs that look down on the flood, vol. iv., [105].
On this unfrequented plain, vol. ii., [294].
O our childhood's once delightful hours, vol. iii., [198].
Or ere we part, my heart leaps hie to sing ae bonnie sang, vol. v., [193].
Oh, saft is the blink o' thine e'e, lassie, vol. v., [208].
Oh, sarely may I rue the day, vol. ii., [58].
Oh, sair I feel the witching power, vol. iii., [192].
Oh, saw ye my wee thing, saw ye my ain thing, vol. i., [82].
Oh, saw ye this sweet, bonnie lassie o' mine, vol. ii., [70].
Oh, saw ye this sweet, bonnie lassie o' mine, vol. iv., [271].
Oh! say na you maun gang awa, vol. iv., [201].
Oh! say not life is ever drear, vol. v., [88].
Oh! say not o' war the young soldier is weary, vol. iv., [214].
Oh! say not 'tis the March wind, 'tis a fiercer blast that drives, vol. v., [293].
Oh! say not, my love, with that mortified air, vol. i., [305].
Oh, softly sighs the westlin' breeze, vol. v., [167].
Oh, some will tune their mournful strain, vol. i., [232].
Oh! stopna, bonnie bird, that strain, vol. iii., [134].
O sweet is the blossom o' the hawthorn-tree, vol. v., [187].
O sweet is the calm, dewy gloamin', vol. iv., [247].
Oh, sweet were the hours, vol. iii., [94].
Oh, swiftly bounds our gallant bark, vol. vi., [154].
O tell me, bonnie young lassie, vol. i., [85].
Oh! tell me what sound is the sweetest to hear, vol. iv., [69].
Oh, that I were the shaw in, vol. ii., [329].
Oh, the auld house, the auld house! vol. i., [224].
Oh! the bonnie Hieland hills, vol. iv., [230].
Oh, the breeze of the mountain is soothing and sweet, vol. ii., [19].
Oh! the happy days o' youth are fast gaun by, vol. iii., [266].
Oh! the happy time departed, vol. vi., [17].
Oh! the sunny peaches glow, vol. iii., [150].
O these are not my country's hills, vol. iv., [127].
Oh, to bound o'er the bonnie, blue sea, vol. iv., [133].
Oh! the land of hills is the land for me, vol. iv., [270].
Oh! the winning charm of gentleness, so beautiful to me, vol. v., [242].
Oh, there 's naebody hears Widow Miller complain, vol. v., [237].
Our ain native land, our ain native land, vol. iv., [54].
Oh, tuneful voice, I still deplore, vol. i., [44].
Our Mary liket weel to stray, vol. iv., [70].
Our minstrels a', frae south to north, vol. iii., [95].
Our native land, our native vale, vol. iii., [106].
Ours is the land of gallant hearts, vol. iv., [51].
Oh, wae be to the orders that march'd my love awa, vol. iii., [238].
Oh! wae's me on gowd, wi' its glamour and fame, vol. vi., [148].
Oh, wae 's my life, and sad my heart, vol. v., [17].
Oh, waft me to the fairy clime, vol. iv., [92].
Oh! waste not thy woe on the dead, nor bemoan him, vol. vi., [126].
Oh, we aft hae met at e'en, bonnie Peggie, O! vol. iii., [227].
Oh, weel's me on my ain man, vol. i., [204].
Oh, weel befa' the maiden gay, vol. ii., [64].
Oh, weel I lo'e our auld Scots sangs, vol. v., [85].
Oh! weep not thus, though the child thou hast loved, vol. iii., [201].
Oh! we hae been amang the bowers that winter didna bare, vol. vi., [236].
Oh, wha 's at the window, wha, wha, wha? vol. iv., [253].
Oh, what are the chains of love made of, vol. iv., [136].
Oh, what care I where Love was born, vol. v., [11].
Oh! what is in this flaunting town, vol. vi., [203].
Oh, when shall I visit the land of my birth, vol. i., [254].
Oh, where are the pretty men of yore, vol. v., [129].
Oh, where has the exile his home, vol. iv., [250].
Oh, where snared ye that bonnie, bonnie bird, vol. v., [14].
Oh, where, tell me where is your Highland laddie gone, vol. i., [104].
Oh! why left I my hame, vol. iii., [264].
O! why should old age so much wound us, vol. i., [20].
Oh! will ye go to yon burn-side, vol. iii., [68].
Oh! will ye walk the wood wi' me, vol. iv., [273].
Oh! would I were throned on yon glossy golden cloud, vol. iv., [139].
Oh! would that the wind that is sweeping now, vol. iv., [180].
Oh! years hae come an' years hae gane, vol. iv., [193].
Oh, yes, there 's a valley as calm and as sweet, vol. iv., [255].
O ye tears! O ye tears! that have long refused to flow, vol. vi., [18].
Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the West, vol. i., [290].

Peace be upon their banners, vol. v., [224].
Phœbus, wi' gowden crest, leaves ocean's heaving breast, vol. v., [51].
Preserve us a' what shall we do, vol. ii., [99].
Put off, put off, and row with speed, vol. ii., [179].

Quoth Rab to Kate, My sonsy clear, vol. ii., [94].

Raise high the battle-song, vol. iii., [131].
Red gleams the sun on yon hill tap, vol. i., [55].
Reft the charm of the social shell, vol. iii., [276].
Removed from vain fashion, vol. iv., [80].
Returning Spring, with gladsome ray, vol. i., [169].
Rise, little star, vol. vi., [224].
Rise, my love! the moon unclouded, vol. iv., [149].
Rise, rise, Lowland and Highlandman, vol. iv., [115].
Rise, Romans, rise at last, vol. vi., [216].
Rising o'er the heaving billow, vol. v., [29].
Robin is my ain gudeman, vol. i., [205].
Roy's wife of Aldivalloch, vol. i., [52].

Saw ye Johnnie comin', quo' she, vol. i., [145].
Saw ye my Annie, vol. iv., [121].
Saw ye nae my Peggie, vol. i., [208].
Say wilt thou, Leila, when alone, vol. vi., [40].
Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure, vol. ii., [251].
Scotia's thistle guards the grave, vol. iv., [50].
Scotland, thy mountains, thy valleys, and fountains, vol. vi., [33].
See the moon o'er cloudless Jura, vol. iii., [196].
See the winter clouds around, vol. ii., [87].
Send a horse to the water, ye 'll no mak him drink, vol. i., [219].
Shadows of glory, the twilight is parting, vol. vi., [139].
Shall I leave thee, thou land to my infancy dear, vol. iii., [99].
She died, as die the roses, vol. vi., [256].
She died in beauty, like a rose, vol. iv., [177].
She 's aff and awa, like the lang simmer day, vol. iv., [124].
She 's gane to dwall in heaven, my lassie, vol. iii., [9].
She was mine when the leaves of the forest were green, vol. iii., [116].
She was Naebody's bairn, she was Naebody's bairn, vol. v., [200].
Should my numbers essay to enliven a lay, vol. i., [352].
Sing a' ye bards wi' loud acclaim, vol. iii., [139].
Sing not to me of sunny shores, vol. vi., [155].
Sing on, fairy Devon, vol. vi., [104].
Sing on, thou little bird, vol. ii., [286].
Sister Jeanie, haste, we 'll go, vol. v., [166].
Soldier, rest! thy warfare 's o'er, vol. i., [294].
Songs of my native land, vol. i., [220].
Star of descending night, vol. iv., [92].
Stay, proud bird of the shore, vol. iv., [141].
St Leonard's hill was lightsome land, vol. i., [228].
Sublime is Scotia's mountain land, vol. vi., [169].
Summer ocean, vol. vi., [61].
Surrounded wi' bent and wi' heather, vol. i., [265].
Sweet bard of Ettrick's glen, vol. iv., [75].
Sweet 's the gloamin's dusky gloom, vol. vi., [94].
Sweet 's the dew-deck'd rose in June, vol. iv., [101].
Sweetly shines the sun on auld Edinbro' toun, vol. iv., [239].
Sweet summer now is by, vol. iv., [275].
Sweet the rising mountains, red with heather bells, vol. vi., [254].

Talk not of temples—there is one, vol. iii., [152].
Taste life's glad moments, vol. ii., [212].
Tell me, Jessie, tell me why? vol. i., [122].
Tell me, dear! in mercy speak, vol. vi., [131].
The auld meal mill, oh! the auld meal mill, vol. v., [230].
The bard strikes his harp the wild valleys among, vol. ii., [249].
The bard strikes his harp the wild woods among, vol. v., [50].
The beacons blazed, the banners flew, vol. v., [38].
The best o' joys maun hae an end, vol. i., [209].
The blackbird's hymn is sweet, vol. iv., [145].
The bonnie, bonnie bairn, sits pokin' in the ase, vol. v., [201].
The bonnie rowan bush, vol. iv., [231].
The bonniest lass in a' the warld, vol. i., [201].
The breath o' spring is gratefu', vol. v., [143].
The bride she is winsome and bonnie, vol. i., [148].
The bucket, the bucket, the bucket for me, vol. iv., [223].
The cantie spring scarce reared her head, vol. iii., [52].
The cranreuch's on my head, vol. vi., [107].
The dark gray o' gloamin', vol. iv., [243].
The dawn is breaking, but lonesome and eerie, vol. iii., [274].
The daylight was dying, the twilight was dreary, vol. vi., [72].
The dreary reign of winter's past, vol. v., [55].
The e'e o' the dawn, Eliza, vol. iv., [146].
The fairies are dancing, how nimbly they bound, vol. ii., [273].
The favouring wind pipes aloft in the shrouds, vol. vi., [26].
The fields, the streams, the skies, are fair, vol. v., [267].
The gathering clans 'mong Scotia's glens, vol. iv., [52].
The gloamin' star was showerin', vol. vi., [106].
The gloom of dark despondency, vol. vi., [193].
The gloomy days are gone, vol. v., [218].
The golden smile of morning, vol. vi., [122].
The gowan glitters on the sward, vol. i., [143].
The happy days of yore, vol. vi., [156].
The harvest morn breaks, vol. iv., [266].
The hawk whoops on high, and keen, keen from yon cliff, vol. i., [168].
The heath this night must be my bed, vol. i., [297].
The Highland hills, there are songs of mirth, vol. vi., [168].
The ingle cheek is bleezin' bricht, vol. v., [235].
Their nest was in the leafy bush, vol. i., [206].
The king is on his throne, wi' his sceptre an' his croon, vol. v., [216].
The laird o' Cockpen, he 's proud and he 's great, vol. i., [198].
The lake is at rest, love, vol. iv., [85].
The land I lo'e, the land I lo'e, vol. iv., [215].
The lark has left the evening cloud, vol. iii., [10].
The last gleam o' sunset in ocean was sinkin', vol. iii., [221].
The lily of the vale is sweet, vol. v., [35].
The little comer 's coming, the comer o'er the sea, vol. v., [132].
The loved of early days, vol. iv., [179].
The love-sick maid, the love-sick maid, vol. iv., [93].
The maidens are smiling in rocky Glencoe, vol. vi., [130].
The maid is at the altar kneeling, vol. iv., [160].
The maid who wove the rosy wreath, vol. iv., [96].
The midges dance aboon the burn, vol. ii., [149].
The mitherless lammie ne'er miss'd its ain mammie, vol. i., [231].
The moon hung o'er the gay greenwood, vol. iv., [140].
The moon shone in fits, vol. ii., [221].
The moon was a waning, vol. ii., [78].
The mother with her blooming child, vol. v., [172].
The music of the night, vol. iii., [217].
The music o' the year is hush'd, vol. ii., [161].
The neighbours a' they wonder how, vol. ii., [293].
The night winds Eolian breezes, vol. iv., [265].
The noble otter hill, vol. i., [337].
The oak is Britain's pride, vol. v., [223].
The parting kiss, the soft embrace, vol. iii., [90].
The primrose is bonnie in spring, vol. iii., [174].
There are moments when my spirit wanders back to other years, vol. vi., [209].
There grew in bonnie Scotland, vol. ii., [186].
There grows a bonnie brier-bush in our kail-yard, vol. i., [215].
There is a bonnie blushing flower, vol. v., [256].
There is a concert in the trees, vol. iv., [208].
There is a pang for every heart, vol. iii., [148].
There is music in the storm, love, vol. vi., [180].
There lived a lass in Inverness, vol. iii., [14].
There lives a lassie i' the braes, vol. i., [24].
There lives a young lassie, vol. iv., [116].
There 's a thrill of emotion, half painful, half sweet, vol. iii., [222].
There 's cauld kail in Aberdeen, vol. i., [48].
There 's cauld kail in Aberdeen, vol. i., [210].
There 's high and low, there 's rich and poor, vol. i., [194].
There 's meikle bliss in ae fond kiss, vol. vi., [128].
There 's mony a flower beside the rose, vol. iv., [188].
There 's music in the flowing tide, there 's music in the air, vol. ii., [275].
There 's music in a mother's voice, vol. vi., [51].
There 's nae covenant noo, lassie, vol. ii., [187].
There 's nae hame like the hame o' youth, vol. iv., [228].
There 's nae love like early love, vol. iii., [185].
There 's nane may ever guess or trow my bonnie lassie's name, vol. v., [206].
There 's some can be happy and bide whar they are, vol. vi., [163].
There was a musician wha play'd a good stick, vol. i., [271].
The rosebud blushing to the morn, vol. ii., [105].
The Rover o' Lochryan, he 's gane, vol. v., [64].
The Scotch blue bell, vol. v., [233].
The season comes when first we met, vol. i., [43].
The sea, the deep, deep sea, vol. iii., [218].
The shadows of evening fall silent around, vol. vi., [146].
The sky in beauty arch'd, vol. iv., [154].
The skylark sings his matin lay, vol. vi., [63].
The soldier waves the shining sword, the shepherd-boy his crook; vol. v., [68].
The spring comes back to woo the earth, vol. v., [156].
The storm grew faint as daylight tinged, vol. iv., [212].
The summer comes wi' rosy wreaths, vol. vi., [36].
The sun blinks sweetly on yon shaw, vol. ii., [175].
The sun-down had mantled Ben Nevis with night vol. iv., [287].
The sun hadna peep'd frae behint the dark billow, vol. iii., [129].
The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond, vol. ii., [136].
The sun is setting on sweet Glengarry, vol. ii., [176].
The sun is sunk, the day is done, vol. i., [133].
The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day, vol. i., [41].
The sunny days are come, my love, vol. vi., [172].
The sweets o' the simmer invite us to wander, vol. ii., [305].
The tears I shed must ever fall, vol. i., [168].
The tempest is raging, vol. iii., [151].
The troops were all embarked on board, vol. i., [115].
The weary sun 's gane down the west, vol. ii., [154].
The widow is feckless, the widow 's alane, vol. v., [200].
The wild rose blooms in Drummond woods, vol. iv., [236].
The women are a' gane wud, vol. i., [227].
The year is wearing to an end, vol. ii., [79].
They 're stepping off, the friends I knew, vol. vi., [45].
They speak o' wiles in woman's smiles, vol. iii., [122].
They tell me first and early love, vol. vi., [73].
They tell me o' a land whar the sky is ever clear, vol. vi., [212].
Thou bonnie wood o' Craigie Lee, vol. ii., [153].
Thou cauld gloomy Feberwar, vol. iii., [164].
Thou dark stream slow wending thy deep rocky way, vol. v., [114].
Thou gentle and kind one, vol. v., [128].
Thou hast left me, dear Dermot, to cross the wide sea, vol. iv., [107].
Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie, vol. iii., [17].
Though all fair was that bosom heaving white, vol. iv., [67].
Though fair blooms the rose in gay Anglia's bowers, vol. iv., [217].
Though long the wanderer may depart, vol. vi., [225].
Though richer swains thy love pursue, vol. i., [134].
Though siller Tweed rin o'er the Lea, vol. ii., [104].
Though the winter of age wreathes her snow on his head, vol. ii., [117].
Though this wild brain is aching, vol. iv., [155].
Thou ken'st, Mary Hay, that I lo'e thee weel, vol. ii., [167].
Thou morn full of beauty, vol. v., [140].
Through Crockstoun Castle's lanely wa's, vol. ii., [144].
Thus sang the minstrel Cormack, his anguish to beguile, vol. iii., [275].
Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue, vol. ii., [244].
Thy queenly hand, Victoria, vol. v., [264].
Thy wily eyes, my darling, vol. iv., [292].
'Tis finish'd, they 've died for their forefathers' land, vol. iv., [153].
'Tis haena ye heard, man, o' Barrochan Jean, vol. ii., [150].
'Tis not the rose upon the cheek, vol. iii., [60].
'Tis sair to dream o' them we like, vol. iii., [266].
'Tis sweet wi' blithesome heart to stray, vol. v., [186].
'Tis the fa' o' the leaf, and the cauld winds are blawing, vol. v., [258].
'Tis the first rose o' summer that opes to my view, vol. iii., [264].
'Tis Yule! 'tis Yule! all eyes are bright, vol. vi., [65].
Together, dearest, we have play'd, vol. v., [22].
To live in cities, and to join, vol. v., [245].
Touch once more a sober measure, vol. iii., [178].
To Scotland's ancient realm, vol. v., [272].
To wander lang in foreign lands, vol. iii., [210].
True love is water'd aye wi' tears, vol. i., [233].
Trust not these seas again, vol. vi., [232].
Tuck, tuck, feer—from the green and growing leaves, vol. vi., [76].
'Twas a balmy summer gloamin', vol. vi., [158].
'Twas on a Monday morning, vol. ii., [61].
'Twas on a simmer afternoon, vol. i., [213].
'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing, vol. i., [72].
'Twas when December's dark'ning scowl the face of heaven o'ercast, vol. vi., [239].
'Twas when the wan leaf frae the birk-tree was fa'in', vol. ii., [314].

Up with the dawn, ye sons of toil, vol. vi., [142].

Waken, lords and ladies gay, vol. i., [304].
Walkin' out ae mornin' early, vol. iii., [24].
Warlike chieftains now assembled, vol. v., [40].
Weep away, heart, weep away, vol. vi., [59].
Weep not over poet's wrong, vol. vi., [69].
Welcome, pretty little stranger, vol. i., [257].
We 'll meet beside the dusky glen on yon burn-side, vol. ii., [140].
We 'll meet yet again, my loved fair one, when o'er us, vol. iv., [53].
We part, yet wherefore should I weep, vol. v., [105].
Were I a doughty cavalier, vol. v., [127].
Were I but able to rehearse, vol. i., [17].
We were baith neebor bairns, thegither we play'd, vol. vi., [185].
Wha 'll buy caller herrin', vol. i., [195].
Whan Jamie first woo'd me he was but a youth, vol. iii., [25].
Whare hae ye been a' day, vol. i., [83].
What ails my heart—what dims my e'e? vol. v., [253].
What ails ye, my lassie, my dawtie, my ain? vol. vi., [78].
What are the flowers of Scotland, vol. ii., [66].
What fond, delicious ecstasy does early love impart, vol. vi., [85].
What makes this hour a day to me? vol. v., [33].
What though ye hae nor kith nor kin, vol. v., [238].
What 's this vain world to me, vol. i., [236].
What wakes the poet's lyre, vol. iv., [91].
When a' ither bairnies are hush'd to their hame, vol. iii., [123].
When autumn comes and heather bells, vol. iv., [132].
When Charlie to the Highlands came, vol. ii., [180].
When cities of old days, vol. iv., [156].
When first I cam' to be a man, vol. i., [13].
When fops and fools together prate, vol. i., [31].
When friendship, love, and truth abound, vol. i., [253].
When hope lies dead within the heart, vol. i., [45].
When I began the world first, vol. i., [33].
When I look far down on the valley below me, vol. iv., [169].
When I think on the lads and the land I hae left, vol. v., [66].
When I think on the sweet smiles o' my lassie, vol. ii., [307].
When I was a miller in Fife, vol. iii., [92].
When Katie was scarce out nineteen, vol. i., [157].
When loud the horn is sounding, vol. vi., [63].
When merry hearts were gay, vol. i., [92].
When my flocks upon the heathy hill are lyin' a' at rest, vol. iv., [49].
When others are boasting 'bout fetes and parades, vol. v., [153].
When rosy day far in the west has vanish'd frae the scene, vol. v., [151].
When sets the sun o'er Lomond's height, vol. ii., [183].
When shall we meet again, vol. iv., [81].
When the bee has left the blossom, vol. v., [73].
When the fair one and the dear one, vol. ii., [190].
When the glen all is still save the stream of the fountain, vol. iv., [58].
When the lark is in the air, vol. iii., [158].
When the maid of my heart, with the dark rolling eye, vol. iv., [270].
When the morning's first ray saw the mighty in arms, vol. iv., [79].
When the sheep are in the fauld, vol. i., [64].
When the star of the morning is set, vol. iv., [66].
When the sun gaes down, vol. v., [109].
When thy smile was still clouded, vol. ii., [282].
When we meet again, Lisette, vol. vi., [190].
When white was my owrelay, vol. i., [134].
When winter winds forget to blaw, vol. i., [268].
Where Manor's stream rins blithe an' clear, vol. iii., [262].
Where shall the lover rest, vol. i., [292].
Where the faded flower shall freshen, vol. vi., [230].
Where windin' Tarf, by broomy knowes, vol. iii., [67].
While beaux and belles parade the street, vol. iv., [213].
While the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray, vol. i., [303].
Why does the day whose date is brief, vol. iii., [202].
Why gaze on that pale face, vol. vi., [161].
Why is my spirit sad, vol. vi., [41].
Why tarries my love, vol. i., [68].
Wi' a hundred pipers an' a', an a', vol. i., [226].
Wifie, come hame, vol. v., [203].
Wi' heart sincere I love thee, Bell, vol. iii., [54].
Will ye gang o'er the lea rig, vol. i., [202].
Will ye go to the Highlands, my Mary, vol. iii., [66].
Will you go to the woodlands with me, with me, vol. v., [180].
Winter's cauld and cheerless blast, vol. v., [196].
With a breezy burst of singing, vol. v., [285].
With drooping heart he turn'd away, vol. vi., [218].
Within the towers of ancient Glammis, vol. ii., [88].
With laughter swimming in thine eye, vol. iii., [88].
With lofty song we love to cheer, vol. v., [23].
Would that I were where wild woods wave, vol. iv., [68].
Would you be young again? vol. i., [235].

Ye briery bields, where roses blaw, vol. ii., [231].
Ye daisied glens and briery braes, vol. iii., [208].
Ye dark, rugged rocks that recline o'er the deep, vol. i., [179].
Ye hameless glens and waving woods, vol. vi., [151].
Ye have cross'd o'er the wave from the glades where I roved, vol. vi., [195].
Ye ken whaur yon wee burnie, love, vol. v., [148].
Ye mariners of England, vol. ii., [262].
Ye mauna be proud, although ye be great, vol. v., [205].
Ye needna be courtin' at me, auld man, vol. iv., [222].
Yes, the shades we must leave which my childhood has haunted, vol. ii., [281].
Yestreen, as I strayed on the banks o' the Clyde, vol. iii., [187].
Yestreen, on Cample's bonnie flood, vol. v., [21].
Ye swains wha are touch'd wi' saft sympathy's feelin', vol. ii., [96].
Ye 've seen the blooming rosy brier, vol. iv., [249].
Yon old temple pile, where the moon dimly flashes, vol. v., [174].
Young Donald, dearer loved than life, vol. iv., [113].
Young Love once woo'd a budding rose, vol. vi., [64]
Young Randal was a bonnie lad when he gaed awa, vol. v., [126].
Your foes are at hand, and the brand that they wield, vol. v., [84].
You 've surely heard of famous Neil, vol. ii., [86].

INDEX OF AUTHORS

Affleck, James, vol. iii., [38].
Ainslie, Hew, vol. v., [60].
Aird, Marion Paul, vol. v., [258].
Aird, Thomas, vol. v., [131].
Allan, George, vol. iv., [163].
Allan, Robert, vol. ii., [169].
Anderson, Rev. J. G. Torry, vol. iv., [158].
Anderson, William, vol. v., [178].
Atkinson, Thomas, vol. iv., [122].

Baillie, Joanna, vol. i., [126].
Bald, Alexander, vol. v., [34].
Balfour, Alexander, vol. ii., [101].
Ballantine, James, vol. v., [198].
Barnard, Lady Ann, vol. i., [58].
Bell, Henry Glassford, vol. vi., [39].
Bennet, William, vol. vi., [47].
Bennoch, Francis, vol. v., [1].
Bethune, Alexander, vol. iv., [203].
Bethune, John, vol. iv., [203].
Blackie, John Stuart, vol. vi., [109].
Blair, William, vol. v., [82].
Bonar, Horatius, D.D., vol. vi., [229].
Boswell, Sir Alex., Bart., vol. ii., [204].
Brockie, William, vol. vi., [78].
Brown, Colin Rae, vol. vi., [159].
Brown, James, vol. iii., [186].
Brown, John, vol. iv., [286].
Brown, Thomas., M.D., vol. ii., [278].
Brydson, Thomas, vol. iv., [172].
Buchanan, Alexander, vol. vi., [89].
Buchanan, Dugald, vol. i., [322].
Buchan, Peter, vol. iii., [162].
Burns, James D., vol. vi., [224].
Burtt, John, vol. v., [46].

Cadenhead, William, vol. vi., [133].
Cameron, William, senr., vol. i., [35].
Cameron, William, junr., vol. v., [146].
Campbell, Alexander, vol. i., [161].
Campbell, John, vol. v., [292].
Campbell, Thomas, vol. ii., [255].
Carlile, Alexander, vol. iv., [252].
Cathcart, Robert, vol. vi., [94].
Chalmers, William, vol. ii., [285].
Chambers, Robert, vol. v., [124].
Conolly, Erskine, vol. iii., [220].
Couper, Robert, M.D., vol. i., [53].
Craig, Isabella, vol. vi., [182].
Crawford, Archibald, vol. vi., [31].
Crawford, John, vol. vi., [98].
Crawford, Margaret, vol. vi., [205].
Cunningham, Allan, vol. iii., [1].
Cunningham, Thomas Mounsey, vol. ii., [223].

Davidson, Robert, vol. iii., [206].
Denovan, J. C., vol. iv., [106].
Dick, Thomas, vol. v., [160].
Dickson, John Bathurst, vol. vi., [220].
Dobie, William, vol. v., [54].
Dodds, James, vol. vi., [238].
Donald, George, sen., vol. vi., [35].
Donald, George, jun., vol. vi., [212].
Douglas, Alexander, vol. ii., [110].
Drummond, David, vol. iii., [34].
Dudgeon, William, vol. i., [151].
Dunbar, William, D.D., vol. v., [28].
Duncan, Henry, D.D., vol. ii., [156].
Dunlop, John, vol. v., [77].
Duthie, Robert, vol. vi., [187].

Elliott, Thomas, vol. vi., [141].

Ferguson, William, vol. v., [155].
Finlay, John, senr., vol. iii., [57].
Finlay, John, junr., vol. v., [215].
Finlay, William, vol. iii., [166].
Finlayson, Charles James, vol. v., [49].
Fleming, Charles, vol. v., [153].
Fletcher, Angus, vol. iv., [292].
Foster, William Air, vol. v., [91].
Fraser, Robert, vol. iii., [252].

Gall, Richard, vol. ii., [241].
Gardiner, William, vol. iv., [126].
Gibson, Allan, vol. vi., [137].
Gilfillan, Robert, vol. iii., [261].
Gillespie, William, vol. ii., [218].
Glen, William, vol. iii., [126].
Goldie, John, vol. iv., [98].
Gordon, Alexander, Duke of, vol. i., [46].
Grant, Joseph, vol. iv., [143].
Grant, Mrs, of Carron, vol. i., [50].
Grant, Mrs, of Laggan, vol. i., [99].
Gray, Charles, vol. iii., [50].
Grieve, John, vol. iii., [43].

Halliday, John, vol. vi., [234].
Hamilton, John, vol. i., [117].
Hedderwick, James, vol. vi., [67].
Henderson, George, vol. vi., [227].
Henderson, James, vol. vi., [165].
Hendry, Robert, M.D., vol. v., [57].
Hetherington, William, D.D., LL.D., vol. v., [185].
Hislop, James, vol. iii., [254].
Hogg, James, vol. ii., [1].
Hogg, Robert, vol. iv., [129].
Home, James, vol. iv., [267].
Hume, Alexander, sen., vol. iv., [182].
Hume, Alexander, jun., vol. v., [276].
Hunter, Mrs John, vol. i., [39].
Hunter, John, vol. v., [119].

Imlah, John, vol. iv., [108].
Inglis, Henry, vol. vi., [59].
Inglis, Mrs Margaret M., vol. iv., [73].
Irving, Archibald Stirling, vol. iv., [235].

Jamieson, Alexander, vol. iv., [95].
Jamieson, Robert, vol. ii., [288].
Jamie, William, vol. vi., [96].
Jeffrey, John, vol. vi., [215].
Jerdan, William, vol. v., [30].

Kennedy, Duncan, vol. v., [284].
King, James, vol. iv., [83].
Knox, William, vol. iii., [112].

Laidlaw, William, vol. ii., [310].
Laing, Alexander, vol. iv., [241].
Latto, Thomas C., vol. vi., [127].
Leighton, Robert, vol. vi., [163].
Lewis, Stuart, vol. iii., [27].
Leyden, John, M.D., vol. ii., [191].
Little, James, vol. vi., [153].
Lochore, Robert, vol. ii., [91].
Lockhart, John Gibson, vol. iii., [171].
Logan, William, vol. vi., [151].
Lyle, Thomas, vol. iv., [261].
Lyon, Mrs Agnes, vol. ii., [84].

Macansh, Alexander, vol. v., [171].
Macarthur, Mrs Mary, vol. v., [111].
Mackay, Charles, LL.D., vol. vi., [1].
M'Coll, Evan, vol. vi., [222].
M'Diarmid, John, vol. iii., [155].
Macdonald, Alexander, vol. ii., [321].
Macdonald, James, vol. v., [192].
Macdonald, John, sen., vol. v., [281].
Macdonald, John, jun., vol. vi., [254].
M'Dougall, Allan, vol. v., [287].
Macfarlan, Duncan, vol. vi., [249].
Macfarlan, James, vol. vi., [196].
Macgregor, James, D.D., vol. v., [294].
Macgregor, Joseph, vol. v., [25].
Macindoe, George, vol. ii., [106].
Macintyre, Duncan, vol. i., [334].
Mackay, Archibald, vol. v., [85].
Mackay, Robert, sen., vol. i., [309].
Mackay, Robert, jun., vol. ii., [349].
Mackenzie, Kenneth, vol. v., [290].
M'Lachlan, Alexander, vol. vi., [80].
M'Lachlan, Evan, vol. iv., [279].
Maclagan, Alexander, vol. v., [226].
Maclagan, James, vol. iii., [282].
Maclardy, James, vol. vi., [171].
M'Laren, William, vol. ii., [114].
Macleod, Norman, vol. i., [355].
Macneill, Hector, vol. i., [73].
Macodrum, John, vol. i., [351].
Macvurich, Lachlan, vol. iii., [279].
Malcolm, John, vol. iii., [215].
Malone, Robert L., vol. iv., [216].
Manson, James, vol. vi., [61].
Marshall, Charles, vol. v., [97].
Mathers, Thomas, vol. iii., [184].
Mayne, John, vol. i., [107].
Menzies, George, vol. iii., [223].
Mercer, Andrew, vol. ii., [189].
Miller, Hugh, vol. v., [161].
Miller, Robert, vol. iv., [179].
Miller, William, vol. v., [274].
Mitchell, John, vol. iv., [90].
Moir, David Macbeth, vol. iii., [24].
Montgomery, James, vol. i., [247].
Moore, Dugald, vol. iv., [147].
Morrison, John, vol. ii., [346].
Motherwell, William, vol. iii., [230].
Muirhead, James, D.D., vol. ii., [81].
Munro, John, vol. vi., [251].

Nairn, Carolina, Baroness, vol. i., [184].
Nevay, John, vol. iv., [257].
Nicholson, William, vol. iii., [63].
Nicol, James, vol. i., [24].
Nicoll, Robert, vol. iv., [225].

Ogilvy, Mrs Eliza H., vol. v., [211].
Outram, George, vol. vi., [54].

Pagan, Isobel, vol. iv., [88].
Park, Andrew, vol. v., [248].
Part, William, vol. iii., [97].
Parker, James, vol. v., [116].
Paul, Hamilton, vol. ii., [120].
Picken, Ebenezer, vol. iii., [22].
Polin, Edward, vol. vi., [87].
Pollok, Robert, vol. iv., [103].
Pringle, James, vol. v., [176].
Pringle, Thomas, vol. iii., [102].

Ramsay, John, vol. v., [114].
Reid, William, vol. i., [153].
Richardson, Mrs E. G., vol. ii., [255].
Riddell, Henry Scott, vol. iv., [7].
Riddell, William B. C., vol. vi., [201].
Ritchie, Alexander A., vol. iv., [237].
Robertson, John, vol. ii., [98].
Rodger, Alexander, vol. iii., [71].
Roger, Peter, vol. iii., [212].
Ross, William, vol. iii., [271].

Scadlock, James, vol. ii., [199].
Scott, Andrew, vol. i., [260].
Scott, George, vol. ii., [253].
Scott, Patrick, vol. vi., [218].
Scott, Sir Walter, vol. i., [275].
Sillery, Charles Doyne, vol. iv., [174].
Sim, John, vol. iii., [226].
Simpson, Mrs Jane C, vol. v., [241].
Sinclair, William, vol. v., [263].
Skinner, John, vol. i., [1].
Smart, Alexander, vol. v., [71].
Smibert, Thomas, vol. iv., [195].
Stewart, Allan, vol. iv., [211].
Stewart, Charles, D.D., vol. iv., [289].
Stewart, Mrs Dugald, vol. i., [167].
Still, Peter, vol. iv., [220].
Stirling, William, M.P., vol. vi., [121].
Stirrat, James, vol. iii., [40].
Stoddart, Thomas Tod, vol. v., [220].
Struthers, John, vol. ii., [235].
Stuart, John Roy, vol. ii., [340].
Symington, Andrew James, vol. vi., [176].

Tait, Alexander, vol. v., [151].
Tait, John, vol. i., [70].
Tannahill, Robert, vol. ii., [131].
Taylor, David, vol. vi., [92].
Telfer, James, vol. iv., [273].
Thomson, William, vol. v., [68].
Train, Joseph, vol. ii., [288].
Tweedie, John, vol. iv., [120].

Vedder, David, vol. iii., [143].

Watson, Thomas, vol. v., [189].
Watson, Walter, vol. ii., [302].
Webster, David, vol. iii., [91].
Weir, Daniel, vol. iii., [194].
White, Robert, vol. v., [136].
Wilson, Alexander, vol. i., [172].
Wilson, Alexander Stephen, vol. vi., [192].
Wilson, George, vol. v., [37].
Wilson, John, vol. iii., [81].
Wilson, Robert, vol. vi., [84].
Wilson, William, vol. v., [102].
Wright, John, vol. iv., [137].

Young, Thomas, vol. vi., [81].
Younger, John, vol. v., [42].

THE END.

SIR WALTER SCOTT BAR^T.
Lithographed for the Modern Scottish Minstrel, by Schenck & M^cFarlane.

THE
MODERN SCOTTISH MINSTREL;
OR,
THE SONGS OF SCOTLAND OF THE PAST HALF CENTURY.
WITH
Memoirs of the Poets,
AND
SKETCHES AND SPECIMENS
IN ENGLISH VERSE OF THE MOST CELEBRATED
MODERN GAELIC BARDS.
BY
CHARLES ROGERS, LL.D.
F.S.A. SCOT.

IN SIX VOLUMES;

VOL. I.

EDINBURGH:
ADAM & CHARLES BLACK, NORTH BRIDGE,
BOOKSELLERS AND PUBLISHERS TO HER MAJESTY.
M.DCCC.LV.

EDINBURGH:
PRINTED BY BALLANTYNE AND COMPANY,
PAUL'S WORK.

WILLIAM STIRLING, ESQ. OF KEIR, M.P.,

AN ENLIGHTENED SENATOR, AN ACCOMPLISHED SCHOLAR, AND AN INGENIOUS POET,

THIS FIRST VOLUME

The Modern Scottish Minstrel

IS,

WITH HIS KIND PERMISSION, MOST RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED,

HIS VERY OBEDIENT, FAITHFUL SERVANT,

CHARLES ROGERS.

PREFACE.

Scotland has probably produced a more patriotic and more extended minstrelsy than any other country in the world. Those Caledonian harp-strains, styled by Sir Walter Scott "gems of our own mountains," have frequently been gathered into caskets of national song, but have never been stored in any complete cabinet; while no attempt has been made, at least on an ample scale, to adapt, by means of suitable metrical translations, the minstrelsy of the Gaël for Lowland melody. The present work has been undertaken with the view of supplying these deficiencies, and with the further design of extending the fame of those cultivators of Scottish song—hitherto partially obscured by untoward circumstances, or on account of their own diffidence—and of affording a stimulus towards the future cultivation of national poetry.

The plan of the work is distinct from that of every previous collection of Scottish song—the more esteemed lyrical compositions of the various bards being printed along with the memoirs of the respective authors, while the names of the poets have been arranged in chronological order. Those have been considered as modern whose lives extend into the past half-century; and the whole of these have consequently been included in the work. Several Highland bards who died a short period before the commencement of the century have, however, been introduced. Of all the Scottish poets, whether lyrical or otherwise, who survived the period indicated, biographical sketches will be supplied in the course of the publication, together with memoirs of the principal modern collectors, composers and vocalists. The memoirs, so far as is practicable, will be prepared from original materials, of which the Editor, after a very extensive correspondence, has obtained a supply more ample and more interesting than, he flatters himself, has ever been attained by any collector of northern minstrelsy. The work will extend to six volumes, each of the subsequent volumes being accompanied by a dissertation on a distinct department of Scottish poetry and song. Each volume will be illustrated with two elegant engravings. In the course of the work, many original compositions will be presented, recovered from the MSS. of the deceased poets, or contributed by distinguished living bards.

For the department of the "Modern Gaelic Minstrelsy," the Editor has obtained the assistance of a learned friend, intimately familiar with the language and poetry of the Highlands. To this esteemed co-adjutor the reader is indebted for the revisal of the Gaelic department of this work, as well as for the following prefatory observations on the subject:—

"Among the intelligent natives of the Highlands, it is well known that the Gaelic language contains a quantity of poetry, which, how difficult soever to transfuse into other tongues and idioms, never fails to touch the heart, and excite enthusiastic feelings. The plan of 'The Modern Scottish Minstrel' restricts us to a period less favourable to the inspirations of the Celtic muse than remoter times. If it is asked, What could be gained by recurring to a more distant period? or what this unlettered people have really to shew for their bardic pretensions? we answer, that there is extant a large and genuine collection of Highland minstrelsy, ranging over a long exciting period, from the days of Harlaw to the expedition of Charles Edward. The 'Prosnachadh Catha,' or battle-song, that led on the raid of Donald the Islander on the Garioch, is still sung; the 'Woes of the Children of the Mist' are yet rehearsed in the ears of their children in the most plaintive measures. Innerlochy and Killiecrankie have their appropriate melodies; Glencoe has its dirge; both the exiled Jameses have their pæan and their lament; Charles Edward his welcome and his wail;—all in strains so varied, and with imagery so copious, that their repetition is continually called for, and their interest untiring.

"All that we have to offer belongs to recent times; but we cannot aver that the merit of the verses is inferior. The interest of the subjects is certainly immeasurably less; but, perhaps, not less propitious to the lilts and the luinneags, in which, as in her music and imitative dancing, the Highland border has found her best Lowland acceptation.

"We are not aware that we need except any piece, out of the more ancient class, that seems not to admit of being rivalled by some of the compositions of Duncan Ban (Macintyre), Rob Donn, and a few others that come into our own series, if we exclude the pathetic 'Old Bard's Wish,' 'The Song of the Owl,' and, perhaps, Ian Lom's 'Innerlochy.'

"But, while this may be so far satisfactory to our readers, we are under the necessity of claiming their charitable forbearance for the strangers of the mountain whom we are to introduce to their acquaintance. The language, and, in some respects, the imagery and versification, are as foreign to the usages of the Anglo-Saxon as so many samples of Orientalism. The transfusion of the Greek and Latin choral metres is a light effort to the difficulty of imitating the rhythm, or representing the peculiar vein of these song-enamoured mountaineers. Those who know how a favourite ode of Horace, or a lay of Catullus, is made to look, except in mere paraphrase, must not talk of the poorness or triteness of the Highlander's verses, till they are enabled to do them justice by a knowledge of the language. We disdain any attempt to make those bards sing in the mere English taste, even if we could so translate them as to make them speak or sing better than they do. The fear of his sarcasms prevented Dr Johnson from hearing one literal version during his whole sojourn in the Highlands. Sir Walter Scott wished that somebody might have the manliness to recover Highland poetry from the mystification of paraphrase or imposture, and to present it genuine to the English reader. In that spirit we promise to execute our task; and we shall rejoice if even a very moderate degree of success should attend our endeavours to obtain for the sister muse some share of that popularity to which we believe her entitled."

In respect of the present volume of "The Modern Scottish Minstrel," the Editor has to congratulate himself on his being enabled to present, for the first time in a popular form, the more esteemed lays of Carolina, Baroness Nairn, author of "The Laird o' Cockpen," "The Land o' the Leal," and a greater number of popular lyrics than any other Caledonian bard, Burns alone excepted. Several pieces of this accomplished lady, not previously published, have been introduced, through the kindness of her surviving friends. The memoir of the Baroness has been prepared from original documents entrusted to the Editor. For permission to engrave "The Auld House o' Gask," Lady Nairn's birth-place, the Editor's thanks are due to Mr Paterson, music-seller in Edinburgh.

While the present volume of "The Modern Scottish Minstrel" is offered to the public with becoming diffidence, the Editor is not without a faint ray of hope that, if health and sufficient leisure are afforded him, the present publication may be found the most ample and satisfactory repository of national song which has at any period been offered to the public.

Argyle House, Stirling,
April 18, 1855.

CONTENTS.

[JOHN SKINNER,] [1]
- [Tullochgorum,] [11]
- [John o' Badenyon,] [13]
- [The ewie wi' the crookit horn,] [17]
- [O! why should old age so much wound us?] [20]
- [Still in the wrong,] [22]
- [Lizzy Liberty,] [24]
- [The stipendless parson,] [28]
- [The man of Ross,] [31]
- [A song on the times,] [33]
[WILLIAM CAMERON,] [35]
- [As o'er the Highland hills I hied,] [37]
[MRS JOHN HUNTER,] [39]
- [The Indian death-song,] [41]
- [My mother bids me bind my hair,] [41]
- [The flowers of the forest,] [42]
- [The season comes when first we met,] [43]
- [Oh, tuneful voice! I still deplore,] [44]
- [Dear to my heart as life's warm stream,] [44]
- [The lot of thousands,] [45]
[ALEXANDER, DUKE OF GORDON,] [46]
- [Cauld kail in Aberdeen,] [48]
[MRS GRANT OF CARRON,] [50]
- [Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,] [52]
[ROBERT COUPER, M.D.,] [53]
- [Kinrara,] [55]
- [The sheeling,] [55]
- [The ewe-bughts, Marion,] [56]
[LADY ANNE BARNARD,] [58]
- [Auld Robin Gray,] [64]
- [" " Part II.,] [65]
- [Why tarries my love?] [68]
[JOHN TAIT,] [70]
- [The banks of the Dee,] [72]
[HECTOR MACNEILL,] [73]
- [Mary of Castlecary,] [82]
- [My boy, Tammy,] [83]
- [Oh, tell me how for to woo,] [85]
- [Lassie wi' the gowden hair,] [87]
- [Come under my plaidie,] [89]
- [I lo'ed ne'er a laddie but ane,] [90]
- [Donald and Flora,] [92]
- [My luve's in Germany,] [95]
- [Dinna think, bonnie lassie,] [96]
[MRS GRANT OF LAGGAN,] [99]
- [Oh, where, tell me where?] [104]
- [Oh, my love, leave me not,] [106]
[JOHN MAYNE,] [107]
- [Logan braes,] [110]
- [Helen of Kirkconnel,] [111]
- [The winter sat lang,] [113]
- [My Johnnie,] [114]
- [The troops were embarked,] [115]
[JOHN HAMILTON,] [117]
- [The rantin' Highlandman, ] [118]
- [Up in the mornin' early,] [119]
- [Go to Berwick, Johnnie,] [121]
- [Miss Forbes' farewell to Banff,] [121]
- [Tell me, Jessie, tell me why?] [122]
- [The hawthorn,] [123]
- [Oh, blaw, ye westlin' winds!] [124]
[JOANNA BAILLIE,] [126]
- [The maid of Llanwellyn,] [132]
- [Good night, good night!] [133]
- [Though richer swains thy love pursue,] [134]
- [Poverty parts good companie,] [134]
- [Fy, let us a' to the wedding,] [136]
- [Hooly and fairly,] [139]
- [The weary pund o' tow,] [141]
- [The wee pickle tow,] [142]
- [The gowan glitters on the sward,] [143]
- [Saw ye Johnnie comin'?] [145]
- [It fell on a morning,] [146]
- [Woo'd, and married, and a',] [148]
[WILLIAM DUDGEON,] [151]
- [Up among yon cliffy rocks,] [152]
[WILLIAM REID,] [153]
- [The lea rig,] [154]
- [John Anderson, my jo (a continuation), ] [155]
- [Fair, modest flower,] [157]
- [Kate o' Gowrie,] [157]
- [Upon the banks o' flowing Clyde,] [159]
[ALEXANDER CAMPBELL,] [161]
- [Now winter's wind sweeps,] [165]
- [The hawk whoops on high,] [166]
[MRS DUGALD STEWART,] [167]
- [The tears I shed must ever fall,] [168]
- [ Returning spring, with gladsome ray,] [169]
[ALEXANDER WILSON,] [172]
- [Connel and Flora,] [179]
- [Matilda,] [179]
- [Auchtertool,] [182]
[CAROLINA, BARONESS NAIRN,] [184]
- [The ploughman,] [194]
- [Caller herrin',] [195]
- [The land o' the leal,] [196]
- [The Laird o' Cockpen,] [198]
- [Her home she is leaving,] [200]
- [The bonniest lass in a' the warld,] [201]
- [My ain kind dearie, O!] [202]
- [He 's lifeless amang the rude billows,] [202]
- [Joy of my earliest days,] [203]
- [Oh, weel's me on my ain man,] [204]
- [Kind Robin lo'es me] [205]
- [Kitty Reid's house,] [205]
- [The robin's nest,] [206]
- [Saw ye nae my Peggy?] [208]
- [Gude nicht, and joy be wi' ye a'!] [209]
- [Cauld kail in Aberdeen,] [210]
- [He 's ower the hills that I lo'e weel,] [211]
- [The lass o' Gowrie,] [213]
- [There grows a bonnie brier bush,] [215]
- [John Tod,] [216]
- [Will ye no come back again?] [218]
- [Jamie the laird,] [219]
- [Songs of my native land,] [220]
- [Castell Gloom,] [221]
- [Bonnie Gascon Ha',] [223]
- [The auld house,] [224]
- [The hundred pipers,] [226]
- [The women are a' gane wud,] [227]
- [Jeanie Deans,] [228]
- [The heiress,] [230]
- [The mitherless lammie,] [231]
- [The attainted Scottish nobles,] [232]
- [True love is watered aye wi' tears,] [233]
- [Ah, little did my mother think,] [234]
- [Would you be young again?] [235]
- [Rest is not here,] [236]
- [Here's to them that are gane,] [237]
- [Farewell, O farewell!] [238]
- [The dead who have died in the Lord,] [239]
[JAMES NICOL,] [240]
- [Blaw saftly, ye breezes,] [242]
- [By yon hoarse murmurin' stream,] [242]
- [Haluckit Meg,] [244]
- [My dear little lassie,] [246]
[JAMES MONTGOMERY,] [247]
- ["Friendship, love, and truth,"] [253]
- [The Swiss cowherd's song in a foreign land,] [254]
- [German war-song,] [254]
- [Via Crucis, via Lucis,] [255]
- [Verses to a robin-redbreast,] [257]
- [Slavery that was,] [258]
[ANDREW SCOTT,] [260]
- [Rural content, or the muirland farmer,] [263]
- [Symon and Janet,] [265]
- [Coquet water,] [268]
- [The young maid's wish for peace,] [269]
- [The fiddler's widow,] [271]
- [Lament for the death of an Irish chief,] [272]
- [The departure of summer,] [273]
[SIR WALTER SCOTT, BART.,] [275]
- [It was an English ladye bright,] [289]
- [Lochinvar,] [290]
- [Where shall the lover rest,] [292]
- [Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,] [294]
- [Hail to the chief who in triumph advances,] [295]
- [The heath this night must be my bed,] [297]
- [The imprisoned huntsman,] [298]
- [He is gone on the mountain,] [299]
- [A weary lot is thine, fair maid,] [300]
- [Allen-a-Dale,] [300]
- [The cypress wreath,] [302]
- [The cavalier,] [303]
- [Hunting song,] [304]
- [Oh, say not, my love, with that mortified air,] [305]

METRICAL TRANSLATIONS FROM THE MODERN GAELIC MINSTRELSY.

[ROBERT MACKAY (ROB DONN),] [309]
[DOUGAL BUCHANAN,] [322]
- [A clagionn—the skull,] [326]
- [Am bruadar—the dream,] [330]
[DUNCAN MACINTYRE,] [334]
[JOHN MACODRUM,] [351]
- [Oran na h-aois (the song of age),] [352]
[NORMAN MACLEOD (TORMAID BAN),] [355]
- [Caberfae,] [357]
[GLOSSARY,] [363]

THE
MODERN SCOTTISH MINSTREL

JOHN SKINNER.

Among those modern Scottish poets whose lives, by extending to a considerably distant period, render them connecting links between the old and recent minstrelsy of Caledonia, the first place is due to the Rev. John Skinner. This ingenious and learned person was born on the 3d of October 1721, at Balfour, in the parish of Birse, and county of Aberdeen. His father, who bore the same Christian name, was parochial schoolmaster; but two years after his son's birth, he was presented to the more lucrative situation of schoolmaster of Echt, a parish about twelve miles distant from Aberdeen. He discharged the duties of this latter appointment during the long incumbency of fifty years. He was twice married. By his first union with Mrs Jean Gillanders, the relict of Donald Farquharson of Balfour, was born an only child, the subject of this memoir. The mother dying when the child was only two years old, the charge of his early training depended solely on his father, who for several years remained a widower. The paternal duties were adequately performed: the son, while a mere youth, was initiated in classical learning, and in his thirteenth year he became a successful competitor for a bursary or exhibition in Marischal College, Aberdeen. At the University, during the usual philosophical course of four years, he pursued his studies with diligence and success; and he afterwards became an usher in the parish schools of Kemnay and Monymusk.

From early youth, young Skinner had courted the Muse of his country, and composed verses in the Scottish dialect. When a mere stripling, he could repeat, which he did with enthusiasm, the long poem by James I. of "Christ-kirk on the Green;" he afterwards translated it into Latin verse; and an imitation of the same poem, entitled "The Monymusk Christmas Ba'ing," descriptive of the diversions attendant on the annual Christmas gatherings for playing the game of foot-ball at Monymusk, which he composed in his sixteenth year, attracting the notice of the lady of Sir Archibald Grant, Bart. of Monymusk, brought him the favour of that influential family. Though the humble usher of a parish school, he was honoured with the patronage of the worthy baronet and his lady, became an inmate of their mansion, and had the uncontrolled use of its library. The residence of the poet in Monymusk House indirectly conduced towards his forming those ecclesiastical sentiments which exercised such an important influence on his subsequent career. The Episcopal clergyman of the district was frequently a guest at the table of Sir Archibald; and by the arguments and persuasive conversation of this person, Mr Skinner was induced to enlist his sympathies in the cause of the Episcopal or non-juring clergy of Scotland. They bore the latter appellation from their refusal, during the existence of the exiled family of Stewart, to take the oath of allegiance to the House of Hanover. In 1740, on the invitation of Mr Robert Forbes, Episcopal minister at Leith, afterwards a bishop, Mr Skinner, in the capacity of private tutor to the only son of Mr Sinclair of Scolloway, proceeded to Zetland, where he acquired the intimate friendship of the Rev. Mr Hunter, the only non-juring clergyman in that remote district. There he remained only one year, owing to the death of the elder Mr Sinclair, and the removal of his pupil to pursue his studies in a less retired locality. He lamented the father's death in Latin, as well as in English verse. He left Scolloway with the best wishes of the family; and as a substantial proof of the goodwill of his friend Mr Hunter, he received in marriage the hand of his eldest daughter.

Returning to Aberdeenshire, he was ordained a presbyter of the Episcopal Church, by Bishop Dunbar of Peterhead; and in November 1742, on the unanimous invitation of the people, he was appointed to the pastoral charge of the congregation at Longside. Uninfluenced by the soarings of ambition, he seems to have fixed here, at the outset, a permanent habitation: he rented a cottage at Linshart in the vicinity, which, though consisting only of a single apartment, besides the kitchen, sufficed for the expenditure of his limited emoluments. In every respect he realised Goldsmith's description of the village pastor:—

"A man he was to all the country dear,
And passing rich with forty pounds a-year;
Remote from towns he ran his godly race,
Nor e'er had changed, nor wish'd to change his place."

Secluded, however, as were Mr Skinner's habits, and though he never had interfered in the political movements of the period, he did not escape his share in those ruthless severities which were visited upon the non-juring clergy subsequent to the last Rebellion. His chapel was destroyed by the soldiers of the barbarous Duke of Cumberland; and, on the plea of his having transgressed the law by preaching to more than four persons without subscribing the oath of allegiance, he was, during six months, detained a prisoner in the jail of Aberdeen.

Entering on the sacred duties of the pastoral office, Mr Skinner appears to have checked the indulgence of his rhyming propensities. His subsequent poetical productions, which include the whole of his popular songs, were written to please his friends, or gratify the members of his family, and without the most distant view to publication. In 1787, he writes to Burns, on the subject of Scottish song:—"While I was young, I dabbled a good deal in these things; but on getting the black gown, I gave it pretty much over, till my daughters grew up, who, being all tolerably good singers, plagued me for words to some of their favourite tunes, and so extorted those effusions which have made a public appearance, beyond my expectations, and contrary to my intentions; at the same time, I hope there is nothing to be found in them uncharacteristic or unbecoming the cloth, which I would always wish to see respected." Some of Mr Skinner's best songs were composed at a sitting, while they seldom underwent any revision after being committed to paper. To the following incident, his most popular song, "Tullochgorum," owed its origin. In the course of a visit he was making to a friend in Ellon (not Cullen, as has been stated on the authority of Burns), a dispute arose among the guests on the subject of Whig and Tory politics, which, becoming somewhat too exciting for the comfort of the lady of the house, in order to bring it promptly to a close, she requested Mr Skinner to suggest appropriate words for the favourite air, "The Reel of Tullochgorum." Mr Skinner readily complied, and, before leaving the house, produced what Burns, in a letter to the author, characterised as "the best Scotch song ever Scotland saw." The name of the lady who made the request to the poet was Mrs Montgomery, and hence the allusion in the first stanza of the ballad:—

"Come gie 's a sang, Montgomery cried,
And lay your disputes all aside;
What signifies 't for folks to chide
For what was done before them?
Let Whig and Tory all agree," &c.

Though claiming no distinction as a writer of verses, Mr Skinner did not conceal his ambition to excel in another department of literature. In 1746, in his twenty-fifth year, he published a pamphlet, in defence of the non-juring character of his Church, entitled "A Preservative against Presbytery." A performance of greater effort, published in 1757, excited some attention, and the unqualified commendation of the learned Bishop Sherlock. In this production, entitled "A Dissertation on Jacob's Prophecy," which was intended as a supplement to a treatise on the same subject by Dr Sherlock, the author has established, by a critical examination of the original language, that the words in Jacob's prophecy (Gen. xlix. 10), rendered "sceptre" and "lawgiver" in the authorised version, ought to be translated "tribeship" and "typifier," a difference of interpretation which obviates some difficulties respecting the exact fulfilment of this remarkable prediction. In a pamphlet printed in 1767, Mr Skinner again vindicated the claims and authority of his Church; and on this occasion, against the alleged misrepresentations of Mr Norman Sievewright, English clergyman at Brechin, who had published a work unfavourable to the cause of Scottish Episcopacy. His most important work, "An Ecclesiastical History of Scotland, from the first appearance of Christianity in that kingdom," was published in the year 1788, in two octavo volumes. This publication, which is arranged in the form of letters to a friend, and dedicated, in elegant Latin verse, "Ad Filium et Episcopum," (to his son, and bishop), by partaking too rigidly of a sectarian character, did not attain any measure of success. Mr Skinner's other prose works were published after his death, together with a Memoir of the author, under the editorial care of his son, Bishop Skinner of Aberdeen. These consist of theological essays, in the form of "Letters addressed to Candidates for Holy Orders," "A Dissertation on the Sheckinah, or Divine Presence with the Church or People of God," and "An Essay towards a literal or true radical exposition of the Song of Songs," the whole being included in two octavo volumes, which appeared in 1809. A third volume was added, containing a collection of the author's compositions in Latin verse, and his fugitive songs and ballads in the Scottish dialect—the latter portion of this volume being at the same time published in a more compendious form, with the title, "Amusements of Leisure Hours; or, Poetical Pieces, chiefly in the Scottish dialect."

Though living in constant retirement at Linshart, the reputation of the Longside pastor, both as a poet and a man of classical taste, became widely extended, and persons distinguished in the world of letters sought his correspondence and friendship. With Dr Gleig, afterwards titular Bishop of Brechin, Dr Doig of Stirling, and John Ramsay of Ochtertyre, he maintained an epistolary intercourse for several years. Dr Gleig, who edited the Encyclopædia Britannica, consulted Mr Skinner respecting various important articles contributed to that valuable publication. His correspondence with Doig and Ramsay was chiefly on their favourite topic of philology. These two learned friends visited Mr Skinner in the summer of 1795, and entertained him for a week at Peterhead. This brief period of intellectual intercourse was regarded by the poet as the most entirely pleasurable of his existence; and the impression of it on the vivid imagination of Mr Ramsay is recorded in a Latin eulogy on his northern correspondent, which he subsequently transmitted to him. A poetical epistle addressed by Mr Skinner to Robert Burns, in commendation of his talents, was characterized by the Ayrshire Bard as "the best poetical compliment he had ever received." It led to a regular correspondence, which was carried on with much satisfaction to both parties. The letters, which chiefly relate to the preparation of Johnson's Musical Museum, then in the course of publication, have been included in his published correspondence. Burns never saw Mr Skinner; he had not informed himself as to his locality during the prosecution of his northern tour, and had thus the mortification of ascertaining that he had been in his neighbourhood, without having formed his personal acquaintance. To Mr Skinner's son, whom he accidentally met in Aberdeen on his return, he expressed a deep regret for the blunder, as "he would have gone twenty miles out of his way to visit the author of 'Tullochgorum.'"

As a man of ingenuity, various acquirements, and agreeable manners, Mr Skinner was held in much estimation among his contemporaries. Whatever he read, with the assistance of a commonplace-book, he accurately remembered, and could readily turn to account; and, though his library was contained in a closet of five feet square, he was abundantly well informed on every ordinary topic of conversation. He was fond of controversial discussion, and wielded both argument and wit with a power alarming to every antagonist. Though keen in debate, he was however possessed of a most imperturbable suavity of temper. His conversation was of a playful cast, interspersed with anecdote, and free from every affectation of learning. As a clergyman, Mr Skinner enjoyed the esteem and veneration of his flock. Besides efficiently discharging his ministerial duties, he practised gratuitously as a physician, having qualified himself, by acquiring a competent acquaintance with the healing art at the medical classes in Marischal College. His pulpit duties were widely acceptable; but his discourses, though edifying and instructive, were more the result of the promptitude of the preacher than the effects of a painstaking preparation. He abandoned the aid of the manuscript in the pulpit, on account of the untoward occurrence of his notes being scattered by a startled fowl, in the early part of his ministry, while he was addressing his people from the door of his house, after the wanton destruction of his chapel.

In a scene less calculated to invite poetic inspiration no votary of the muse had ever resided. On every side of his lonely dwelling extended a wild uncultivated plain; nor for miles around did any other human habitation relieve the monotony of this cheerless solitude. In her gayest moods, Nature never wore a pleasing aspect in Long-gate, nor did the distant prospect compensate for the dreary gloominess of the surrounding landscape. For his poetic suggestions Mr Skinner was wholly dependent on the singular activity of his fancy; as he derived his chief happiness in his communings with an attached flock, and in the endearing intercourse of his family. Of his children, who were somewhat numerous he contrived to afford the whole, both sons and daughters, a superior education; and he had the satisfaction, for a long period of years, to address one of his sons as the bishop of his diocese.

The death of Mr Skinner's wife, in the year 1799, fifty-eight years after their marriage, was the most severe trial which he seems to have experienced. In a Latin elegy, he gave expression to the deep sense which he entertained of his bereavement. In 1807, his son, Bishop Skinner, having sustained a similar bereavement, invited his aged father to share the comforts of his house; and after ministering at Longside for the remarkably lengthened incumbency of sixty-five years, Mr Skinner removed to Aberdeen. But a greater change was at hand; on the 16th of June 1807, in less than a week after his arrival, he was suddenly seized with illness, and almost immediately expired. His remains were interred in the churchyard of Longside; and the flock to which he had so long ministered placed over the grave a handsome monument, bearing, on a marble tablet, an elegant tribute to the remembrance of his virtues and learning. At the residence of Bishop Skinner, he had seen his descendants in the fourth generation.

Of Mr Skinner's songs, printed in this collection, the most popular are "Tullochgorum," "John o' Badenyon," and "The Ewie wi' the Crookit Horn." The whole are pervaded by sprightliness and good-humoured pleasantry. Though possessing the fault of being somewhat too lengthy, no song-compositions of any modern writer in Scottish verse have, with the exception of those of Burns, maintained a stronger hold of the Scottish heart, or been more commonly sung in the social circle.

TULLOCHGORUM.

I.

Come gie 's a sang, Montgomery cried,
And lay your disputes all aside,
What signifies 't for folks to chide
For what was done before them:
Let Whig and Tory all agree,
Whig and Tory, Whig and Tory,
Whig and Tory all agree,
To drop their Whig-mig-morum;
Let Whig and Tory all agree
To spend the night wi' mirth and glee,
And cheerful sing alang wi' me
The Reel o' Tullochgorum.

II.

O Tullochgorum 's my delight,
It gars us a' in ane unite,
And ony sumph that keeps a spite,
In conscience I abhor him:
For blythe and cheerie we'll be a',
Blythe and cheerie, blythe and cheerie,
Blythe and cheerie we'll be a',
And make a happy quorum;
For blythe and cheerie we'll be a'
As lang as we hae breath to draw,
And dance, till we be like to fa',
The Reel o' Tullochgorum.

III.

What needs there be sae great a fraise
Wi' dringing dull Italian lays?
I wadna gie our ain Strathspeys
For half a hunder score o' them;
They're dowf and dowie at the best,
Dowf and dowie, dowf and dowie,
Dowf and dowie at the best,
Wi' a' their variorum;
They're dowf and dowie at the best,
Their allegros and a' the rest,
They canna' please a Scottish taste,
Compared wi' Tullochgorum.

IV.

Let warldly worms their minds oppress
Wi' fears o' want and double cess,
And sullen sots themsells distress
Wi' keeping up decorum:
Shall we sae sour and sulky sit,
Sour and sulky, sour and sulky,
Sour and sulky shall we sit,
Like old philosophorum?
Shall we sae sour and sulky sit,
Wi' neither sense, nor mirth, nor wit,
Nor ever try to shake a fit
To th' Reel o' Tullochgorum?

V.

May choicest blessings aye attend
Each honest, open-hearted friend,
And calm and quiet be his end,
And a' that's good watch o'er him;
May peace and plenty be his lot,
Peace and plenty, peace and plenty,
Peace and plenty be his lot,
And dainties a great store o' them:
May peace and plenty be his lot,
Unstain'd by any vicious spot,
And may he never want a groat,
That 's fond o' Tullochgorum!

VI.

But for the sullen, frumpish fool,
That loves to be oppression's tool,
May envy gnaw his rotten soul,
And discontent devour him;
May dool and sorrow be his chance,
Dool and sorrow, dool and sorrow,
Dool and sorrow be his chance,
And nane say, Wae 's me for him!
May dool and sorrow be his chance,
Wi' a' the ills that come frae France,
Wha e'er he be that winna dance
The Reel o' Tullochgorum.

JOHN O' BADENYON

I.

When first I cam to be a man
Of twenty years or so,
I thought myself a handsome youth,
And fain the world would know;
In best attire I stept abroad,
With spirits brisk and gay,
And here and there and everywhere
Was like a morn in May;
No care I had, nor fear of want,
But rambled up and down,
And for a beau I might have past
In country or in town;
I still was pleased where'er I went,
And when I was alone,
I tuned my pipe and pleased myself
Wi' John o' Badenyon.

II.

Now in the days of youthful prime
A mistress I must find,
For love, I heard, gave one an air
And e'en improved the mind:
On Phillis fair above the rest
Kind fortune fix'd my eyes,
Her piercing beauty struck my heart,
And she became my choice;
To Cupid now, with hearty prayer,
I offer'd many a vow;
And danced and sung, and sigh'd and swore,
As other lovers do;
But, when at last I breathed my flame,
I found her cold as stone;
I left the girl, and tuned my pipe
To John o' Badenyon.

III.

When love had thus my heart beguiled
With foolish hopes and vain;
To friendship's port I steer'd my course,
And laugh'd at lovers' pain;
A friend I got by lucky chance,
'Twas something like divine,
An honest friend 's a precious gift,
And such a gift was mine;
And now whatever might betide
A happy man was I,
In any strait I knew to whom
I freely might apply.
A strait soon came: my friend I try'd;
He heard, and spurn'd my moan;
I hied me home, and tuned my pipe
To John o' Badenyon.

The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volumes 1-6. / The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century

THEMODERN SCOTTISH MINSTREL;OR,THE SONGS OF SCOTLAND OF THE PAST HALF CENTURY.WITHMemoirs of the Poets,ANDSKETCHES AND SPECIMENSIN ENGLISH VERSE OF THE MOST CELEBRATEDMODERN GAELIC BARDS.BYCHARLES ROGERS, LL.D.F.S.A. SCOT.

CONTENTS.

Volume I.

CONTENTS.

METRICAL TRANSLATIONS FROM THE MODERN GAELIC MINSTRELSY.

Volume II.

CONTENTS.

METRICAL TRANSLATIONS FROM THE MODERN GAELIC MINSTRELSY.

Volume III.

CONTENTS.

METRICAL TRANSLATIONS FROM THE MODERN GAELIC MINSTRELSY.

Volume IV.

CONTENTS.

METRICAL TRANSLATIONS FROM THE MODERN GAELIC MINSTRELSY.

Volume V.

CONTENTS.

METRICAL TRANSLATIONS FROM THE MODERN GAELIC MINSTRELSY.

Volume VI.

CONTENTS.

METRICAL TRANSLATIONS FROM THE MODERN GAELIC MINSTRELSY.

INDEXTO THEFIRST LINES OF THE SONGS.

INDEX OF AUTHORS

THEMODERN SCOTTISH MINSTREL;OR,THE SONGS OF SCOTLAND OF THE PAST HALF CENTURY.WITHMemoirs of the Poets,ANDSKETCHES AND SPECIMENSIN ENGLISH VERSE OF THE MOST CELEBRATEDMODERN GAELIC BARDS.BYCHARLES ROGERS, LL.D.F.S.A. SCOT.

PREFACE.

CONTENTS.

METRICAL TRANSLATIONS FROM THE MODERN GAELIC MINSTRELSY.

THEMODERN SCOTTISH MINSTREL

JOHN SKINNER.

TULLOCHGORUM.

I.

II.

III.

IV.

V.

VI.

JOHN O' BADENYON

I.

II.

III.

IV.

THE
MODERN SCOTTISH MINSTREL;
OR,
THE SONGS OF SCOTLAND OF THE PAST HALF CENTURY.
WITH
Memoirs of the Poets,
AND
SKETCHES AND SPECIMENS
IN ENGLISH VERSE OF THE MOST CELEBRATED
MODERN GAELIC BARDS.
BY
CHARLES ROGERS, LL.D.
F.S.A. SCOT.

INDEX
TO THE
FIRST LINES OF THE SONGS.

THE
MODERN SCOTTISH MINSTREL;
OR,
THE SONGS OF SCOTLAND OF THE PAST HALF CENTURY.
WITH
Memoirs of the Poets,
AND
SKETCHES AND SPECIMENS
IN ENGLISH VERSE OF THE MOST CELEBRATED
MODERN GAELIC BARDS.
BY
CHARLES ROGERS, LL.D.
F.S.A. SCOT.

THE
MODERN SCOTTISH MINSTREL