III. But had you seen the philibegs, IV. "O how deil, Tam, can that be true? The chase gaed frae the north, man; I saw myself, they did pursue The horsemen back to Forth, man; And at Dunblane, in my ain sight, They took the brig wi' a' their might, And straught to Stirling winged their flight ; But, cursed lot! the gates were shut; And mony a huntit, poor red-coat, For fear amaist did swarf, man!" V. My sister Kate cam up the gate Wi' crowdie unto me, man; She swore she saw some rebels run Frae Perth unto Dundee, man : Their left-hand general had nae skill, VI. They've lost some gallant gentlemen, And Whigs to hell did flee, man. . “This poem,” says Gilbert Burns, "I am pretty well convinced, is not my brother's, but more ancient than his birth." He might have known that Robert was offended with Barclay, a dissenting minister in Edinburgh, for having handled the Highland clans and chiefs rather rudely, in his rhyming dialogue between Will Lickladle and Tam Cleancogue, on the battle of Sherriff-muir, and hence his modified and improved version. Some of the verses of Barclay have both spirit and humour : WILL. But Flandrekins they have no skill When we attack in Highland trews, And hash, and slash, and smash, and bruise, In their cold bed-that's moss, man. TAM. Twa generals frae the field did run; They're fitter far for book or pen, WILL. The Camerons scoured as they were mad, Without phil'beg or trews, man: And rend it at the news, man." It was not without reason that Burns felt the reverend rhymer had libelled the clans. Their general was unacquainted with their peculiar mode of attack in the second rebellion, when Lord George Murray directed the charge, the result was different. YOUNG JOCKEY. Tune-“ Young Jockey.” I. YOUNG Jockey was the blythest lad Fu' blythe he whistled at the gaud, II. My Jockey toils upon the plain, Thro' wind and weet, thro' frost and snaw: And o'er the lea I leuk fu' fain, When Jockey's owsen hameward ca'. An' ay the night comes round again, An' ay he vows he'll be my ain, As lang's he has a breath to draw. Johnson put the letter Z to this song, denoting that it was old, with additions. What is old of it may be found in Oswald's Collection, under the title of— "Jockie was the blythest lad in a' our town." With the exception of three or four lines, it is the work of Burns. The Poet often sat down to modify old strains to suit the music, and rose after having penned verses wholly, or almost wholly new. He had no pleasure in allowing an old song to pass through his hands without bestowing upon it a few characteristic touches, to mend the humour and improve the sentiment. Many instances of these felicitous changes have already been given ;— many more will yet appear. It will generally be found that he has bestowed life and truth wherever he made an alteration, and that he has obeyed the spirit of the old composition. |