with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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He streight gaed to Duniblane again,
And back his left did draw, Willie.
Up and warn a', Willie,
Warn, warn a';
Then we to Auchteraider march'd.
To wait a better fa', Willie.
Now if ye spier wha wan the day,
I've tell'd you what I saw, Willie,
We baith did fight and baith did beat.
And baith did rin awa, Willie.
Up and warn a', Willie,
Warn, warn a'
For second-sighted Sandie said.
We'd do nae gude at a', Willie.''^
KIRK WAD LET ME BE.
Tradition, in the western parts of Scotland^
tells, that this old song (of which there are still three
stanzas extant) once saved a covenanting clergyman
out of a scrape. It was a little prior to the revolu-
tion, a period when being a Scots covenanter was
being afelon, that one of their clergy, who was at
that very time hunted by the merciless soldiery, fell
in, by accident, with a party of the military. The
* The copy of this song, inserted in Johnson's Scots Musical
Museum, contains great variations.