JOHN ANDERSON. Tune-" John Anderson my jo." I. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. II. John Anderson my jo, John, And mony a canty day, John, The north is fruitful in John Andersons; but none of them can be compared with that of Burns. The old minstrel sings in Percy's Black-Book of Ballads :"John Anderson my jo, Come in as ye gae by; And ye sall get a sheep's-head And the haggis in a pat, John Anderson my jo, Come in an' ye's get that." Brash and Reid gave what they called an improved "John Anderson" from the pen of Burns. The second stanza is clever : "John Anderson my jo, John, When nature first began Her master-work was man ; Sae trig frae tap to toe, She proved to be nae journey-work, John Anderson my jo." The hand of Burns is so visible in this verse, that a singer might safely add it, were the song not long enough for the voice already. OUR THRISSLES FLOURISHED FRESH AND FAIR. Tune-" Awa Whigs, awa." CHORUS. Awa Whigs, awa! Awa Whigs, awa! Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns, I. OUR thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair, II. Our ancient crown's fa'n in the dust- III. Our sad decay in Church and State The Whigs came o'er us for a curse, IV. Grim vengeance lang has ta'en a nap, Awa Whigs, awa! Awa Whigs, awa! Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns, Burns trimmed up this jacobite song for the Museum, and added some bitter bits: the verses beginning with "Our ancient crown's fa'n in the dust," and "Grim vengeance lang has ta'en a nap," are from his hand. Tradition supplies more: "The deil he heard the strife o' tongues, And rampin' cam' amang us; But pitied us sae wi' cursed Whigs, He turned an' wadna wrang us.' The succession of the House of Hanover was long resented by the northern minstrels: the pleasant change of a poor electorate for " kingdoms three" was often hinted; and audacious rhymers averred that George the First was found 66 Sheughing kale and dibbling leeks" by the messenger who announced the death of Queen Anne. CA' THE EWES. Tune Ca' the Ewes to the Knowes." t CHORUS. Ca' the ewes to the knowes, Ca' them whare the heather grows, Ca' them whare the burnie rowes, My bonnie dearie! I. As I gaed down the water-side, Will II. ye gang down the water-side, |