Here's to the chieftains Of the gallant Highland clans! When you hear the trumpets sound Up wi' swords and down wi' guns, Here's to the king o' Swede! But to mak' a' things right now, SUCH A PARCEL OF ROGUES IN A NATION! ANONYMOUS. 1701. Written on occasion of the Union between England and Scotland. FAREWELL to a' our Scottish fame, Sae famed in ancient story! To mark where England's province stands: What force or guile could not subdue Is wrought now by a coward few · But English gold has been our bane: I would, ere I had seen the day We're bought and sold for English gold: JOHNNIE COPE. ADAM SKIRVING, born 1719, died 1803. Air-"Fye to the hills in the morning." COPE sent a letter frae Dunbar, Sayin', Charlie, meet me an ye daur, If you'll meet me in the morning. Hey, Johnnie Cope, are ye wauking yet? To gang to the coals in the morning. When Charlie lock'd the letter upon, Now, Johnnie, be as good's your word; When Johnnie Cope he heard of this, He thought it wadna be amiss Fie now, Johnnie, get up and rin, When Johnnie Cope to Dunbar came, For I left them a' in the morning. Now, Johnnie, troth ye are na blate Sae early in the morning. Oh, faith! quo' Johnnie, I got sic flegs This highly popular song was written when the Highlanders were in full and joyous excitement at the defeat of the king's forces at Prestonpans, by Prince Charles, on the 22d of September, 1745. The battle has been sometimes called the battle of Tranent Muir, and of Gladsmuir. Sir John Cope, it will be remembered, was tried by a court-martial for his sudden retreat on this occasion, and acquitted. The author of this song was a farmer in Haddingtonshire. CARLE, AN THE KING COME. ANONYMOUS. Air-Carle, an the king come." CARLE, an the king come, Carle, an the king come, Thou shalt dance and I will sing, An somebody were come again, I trow we swappit for the worse, When yellow corn grows on the rigs, Nae mair wi' pinch and drouth we'll dine, But quaff our draughts o' rosy wine, Carle, an the king come. Cogie, an the king come, Cogie, an the king come, The chorus of this song, known [to have been sung in the time of Cromwell, bas served on several occasions, not only in the Parliamentary struggles of Charles I., but in the rebellions of 1715 and 1745. Sir Walter Scott wrote a parody or imitation of it, entitled, "Carle, now the king's come," on occasion of the visit of George IV. to his Scottish dominions. R |