WERE NA MY HEART LIGHT I WAD DIE. LADY GRISSEL BAILLIE. Died 1746. There was ance a May, and she loe'd nae men, When bonnie young Johnie came over the sea, His wee wilfu' tittie she loved na me; I was taller, and twice as bonnie as she; She raised sic a pother 'tween him and his mother, The day it was set for the bridal to be, The wife took a dwam and lay down to die; She main❜d and she grain'd, wi' fause dolour and pain, Till he vow'd that he never would see me again. His kindred sought ane of a higher degree- They said I had neither a cow nor calf, My lover he met me ance on the lea, His tittie was wi' him, and hame ran she; His mither came out wi' a shriek and a shout- His bonnet stood then fu' fair on his brow- And now he gaes daunering about the dykes, O were we young now as we ance hae been, And were na my heart light I wad die. ["To Lady Grissel Baillie, daughter of the first Earl of Marchmont, we owe this popular song. It is very original, very characteristic, and very unequal."-CUNNINGHAM. From the Tea Table Miscellany, 1724.] TIBBIE FOWLER. Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, There's o'er mony wooing at her; There's o'er mony wooing at her Courtin her, and canna get her; That a' the lads are wooing at her. Ten cam east, and ten cam west, There's seven but and seven ben, Seven in the pantry wi' her, She's got pendles in her lugs, Be a lassie e'er sae black, Gin she hae the name o' siller, Set her upon Tintock tap, The wind will blaw a man till her. Be a lassie e'er sae fair, An' she want the penny siller, Before a man be even'd till her. [The name of this admirable song is mentioned in the Tea Table Miscellany; the Tibbie Fowler given above, is of a modern date, but it is not unlikely that some stray verses of the old lyric assisted the author in framing this very characteristic and graphic song. A Rev. Dr. Strachan, minister of Carnwath, has been mentioned as the author, "but in Scotland," says Mr. Cunningham, every thing above the mark of a common capacity is attributed to the minister of the parish."] WHEN SAPPHO STRUCK THE QUIVERING WIRE. TOBIAS SMOLLETT. Born 1720-Died 1771. When Sappho struck the quivering wire, TO A YOUNG LADY. TOBIAS SMOLLETT. While with fond rapture and amaze My breast, by wary maxims steel'd, But when invok'd to beauty's aid, My resolution dies away, And every faculty opprest, |