No More Learning

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THIS IS NO MINE AIN HOUSE.

The first half stanza is old, the rest is Ramsay's. The old words
are--

"This is no mine ain house,
My ain house, my ain house;
This is no mine ain house,
I ken by the biggin o't.

Bread and cheese are my door-cheeks,
My door-cheeks, my door-cheeks;
Bread and cheese are my door-cheeks,
And pancakes the riggin o't.

This is no my ain wean;
My ain wean, my ain wean;
This is no my ain wean,
I ken by the greetie o't.

I'll tak the curchie aff my head,
Aff my head, aff my head;
I'll tak the curchie aff my head,
And row't about the feetie o't. "

The tune is an old Highland air, called "Shuan truish willighan. "

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LADDIE, LIE NEAR ME.

This song is by Blacklock.

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THE GARDENER AND HIS PAIDLE.

This air is the "Gardener's March. " The title of the song only is old;
the rest is mine.

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THE DAY RETURNS, MY BOSOM BURNS.

Tune. --"Seventh of November.
"

I composed this song out of compliment to one of the happiest and
worthiest married couples in the world, Robert Riddel, Esq. , of
Glenriddel, and his lady. At their fire-side I have enjoyed more
pleasant evenings than at all the houses of fashionable people in this
country put together; and to their kindness and hospitality I am
indebted for many of the happiest hours of my life.

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THE GABERLUNZIE MAN.

The "Gaberlunzie Man" is supposed to commemorate an intrigue of James
the Fifth. Mr. Callander, of Craigforth, published some years ago an
edition of "Christ's Kirk on the Green," and the "Gaberlunzie Man,"
with notes critical and historical. James the Fifth is said to have
been fond of Gosford, in Aberlady parish, and that it was suspected by
his contemporaries, that in his frequent excursions to that part of
the country, he had other purposes in view besides golfing and
archery. Three favourite ladies, Sandilands, Weir, and Oliphant (one
of them resided at Gosford, and the others in the neighbourhood), were
occasionally visited by their royal and gallant admirer, which gave
rise to the following advice to his majesty, from Sir David Lindsay,
of the Mount, Lord Lyon.

"Sow not your seed on Sandylands,
spend not your strength in Weir,
And ride not on an Elephant,
For gawing o' your gear. "

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MY BONNIE MARY.

This air is Oswald's; the first half stanza of the song is old, the
rest mine.

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THE BLACK EAGLE.

This song is by Dr. Fordyce, whose merits as a prose writer are well
known.

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JAMIE, COME TRY ME.