On ilkan hand the burnies trot, The sun blinks kindly in the biel, On lofty aikst the cushats" wail, The craiky amang the claverz hay, Wi' sma' to sell, and less to buy, O wha would leave this humble state, BONNIE JEAN. The heroine of this ballad was Miss M. of Dumfries. She is not painted in the rank which she held in life, but in the dress and character of a cottager. THERE was a lass, and she was fair, n Every. o Rivulets. ↑ Cool. s Shade. p Thatched. t u Doves. q Birch-tree. w Linnets. z Clover. The slope of a hill. a Pasture ground. Oaks. c Above. And ay she wrought her mammie's wark, Had ne'er a lighter heart than she. He danced wi' Jeanie on the down: And lang ere witless Jeanie wist, Her heart was tint," her peace was stown. As in the bosom of the stream The moon-beam dwells at dewy e'en, The sun was sinking in the west, The birds sang sweet in ilka grove; Horses. u Fair. w Lost. & Leap. Or wilt thou leave thy mammie's cot, At barn or byre thou shalt na drudge, THE LASS THAT MADE THE BED TO ME. This ballad is founded on an amour of Charles the Second, when sculking in the north, about Aberdeen, in the time of the usurpation. The lass that made the bed to him was a daughter of the house of Port Letham, where he was entertained. The old verses are greatly inferior to this improved version of the story. WHEN Januar' wind was blawing cauld, As to the north I took my way, By my good luck a maid I met, To walk into a chamber fair. I bow'd fu' low unto this maid, I bow'd fu' low unto this maid, And bade her mak a bed to me. She made the bed baith large and wide, Wi' twa white hands she spread it down; She put the cup to her rosy lips, And drank, Young man, now sleep ye soun'. She snatch'd the candle in her hand, |