SONGS OF SCOTLAND. THE GABERLUNZIE MAN. KING JAMES V, Born 1512-Died 1542. The pawky auld carle came o'er the lea, O wow! quo' he, were I as free And I wad ne'er think lang. What these slee twa together were say'ng, When wooing they were sae thrang. Aad ! quo' he, an ye were as black And awa' wi' me thou shou'd gang. And fast to the bent are they gane. To speer for the silly poor man. She gaed to the bed where the beggar lay, Since naething's awa', as we can learn, Gae butt the house, lass, and waken my bairn, And bid her come quickly benn. The servant gade where the daughter lay, The sheets were cauld, she was away, And fast to her goodwife 'gan say, She's aff with the Gaberlunzie-man. O fy! gar ride, and fy gar rin, And haste ye find these traitors again; The wearifu' Gaberlunzie-man. Meantime far hind out o'er the lea, The priving was good; it pleased them baith; O kend, my minnie, I were wi' you, My dear, quo' he, ye're yet o'er young, And carry the gaberlunzie on. Wi' cauk and keel I'll win your bread, To carry the gaberlunzie on. I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee, [This very graphic song is printed as the composition of James V. of Scotland-" a prince," says Percy," whose character for wit and libertinism bears a great resemblance to that of his gay successor Charles II. He was noted," the bishop adds, " for strolling about his dominions in disguise, and for his frequent gallantries with country girls. Two adventures of this kind he hath celebrated with his own pen, viz. in the Gaberlunzie-man, and The Jolly Beggar." The verbal variations of the Gaberlunzie-man are very numerousthe Editor has been guided by George Chalmers' copy, printed in the Poetic Remains of the Scottish Kings, 1824. "I know not where a more lively picture of living life, or a story of rustic intrigue, told with such naiveté and discretion is to be found." ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.] THE JOLLY BEGGAR. KING JAMES V. There was a jolly beggar, And a begging he was boun', He wadna lie into the barn, And we'll gang nae mair a roving, A roving in the night; We'll gang nae mair a roving, Let the moon shine e'er so bright. The beggar's bed was made at e'en, 'Twas there the beggar lay. Up rose the gudeman's daughter, And there she saw the beggar-man He took the lassie in his arms, Is there any dogs into this town? And what wad ye do wi' them O dool for the doing o't, Then she took up the meal-powks, Are ye the poor bodie? He took the lassie in his arms, And four-and-twenty hunder merk, |