with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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14 Saw ye my Maggie, Saw ye my Maggie, Saw ye my Maggie Linkin o'er the lea ? High kilted was she. High kilted was she. High kilted was she. Her coat aboon her knee. What mark has your Maggie, What mark has your Maggie, What mark has your Maggie That ane may ken her he ? (by) Though it hy no means folloim that the silliest verses to an air must, for that reason, he the original song; yet I take this hallad, of which I have quoted part, to he the old verses. The two songs in 'Ram- say, one of them evidently his own, are never to he met with in the fire-side circle of our peasantry; while that which I take to he the old song, is in every shepherd's mouth. Ramsay, I suppose, had thought the old verses unworthy of a place in his oollection.

15 THE FLOWERS OF EDINBURGH. This song is one of the many effusions of Scots jacobitism.— The title j Flowers of Edinburgh, has no tnanner of connexion with the present verses, so I suspect there has been an older set of words, of zvhich the title is all that remains. Bi/ the bye, it is singidar enough that the Scot- tish Muses were all Jacobites.—I have paid more attention to every description of Scots songs than perhaps any body living has done, and I do not re- collect one single stanza, or even the title of the most trifling Scots air, zi)hich has the least panegy- rical reference to the families of Nassau or Brunszmck; while there are hundreds satirizing them.— This may be thought no panegyric on the Scots Poets, but I mean it as such. For myself, I would always take it as a compliment to have it said, that my heart ran before my head;^—and surely the * Poor Burns!—Thy heart indeed ran always before thy head ; but never didst thou fail to carry thy reader's heart along with thee.—Instead of kindling at the indignities offered to thy native land, hadst thou been a wise and a prudent poet, thou would'st have tuned thy lyre to the praise of some powerful family, and carefully abstained from drawing on thy head the resentment

14<br />

Saw ye my Maggie,<br />

Saw ye my Maggie,<br />

Saw ye my Maggie<br />

Linkin o'er the lea ?<br />

High kilted was she.<br />

High kilted was she.<br />

High kilted was she.<br />

Her coat aboon her knee.<br />

What mark has your Maggie,<br />

What mark has your Maggie,<br />

What mark has your Maggie<br />

That ane may ken her he ? (<strong>by</strong>)<br />

Though it hy no means folloim that the silliest<br />

verses to an air must, for that reason, he the original<br />

song; yet I take this hallad, of which I have quoted<br />

part, to he the old verses. The two songs in 'Ram-<br />

say, one of them evidently his own, are never to he<br />

met <strong>with</strong> in the fire-side circle of our peasantry;<br />

while that which I take to he the old song, is in<br />

every shepherd's mouth. Ramsay, I suppose, had<br />

thought the old verses unworthy of a place in his<br />

oollection.

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