BESSY BELL AN' MARY GRAY. They theekit it o'er wi' birk and brume, They were na' buried in Meffen kirk-yard, But they were buried by Dornoch-haugh, An' theekit it o'er wi' thrashes. 161 The above fragment is here collated from the singing of two aged persons, one of them a native of Perthshire. It is to be regretted, that none of the intermediate stanzas of this fine old Ballad are upon record; neither Bannatyne nor Maitland, have the Ballad entered into their MSS. whilst all the information gained respecting it, is obtained from country traditions. Elizabeth Bell is said to have been a gentleman's daughter in Perthshire, while Mary Gray belonged to the house of Lindoch. The ladies were intimate friends, and while the plague raged in Scotland, in 1666, they retired to a glen near Lindoch, to avoid the contagion, and there built for themselves a bower, where they might have remained in security, until its fury had been spent, but for the imprudence of a young gentleman, ardently attached to one of the young ladies, and who imparted to both the contagion, when they drooped and died. A large flat stone rests above their remains, pointing out to strangers the site of their interment. PRETTY PEG OF DERBY. A Captain of Irish Dragoons on parade, With a young blooming maid, Though he sued in vain to win pretty Peggy, O. To-morrow I must leave thee, pretty Peggy, O, Ere thou tripp'st it down the stair, And take farewell of me, thy soldier laddie, O. Ere the dawn's reveillie sounds to march, I'm ready, O, To hear the guineas clink, And the hautboys playing before thee, O. Must I tell you, says she, as I've told you before, Ere to go to foreign land, Or follow to the wars a soldier laddie, O. Out spake a brother officer, the gallant De Lorn, Of pretty girls more, When we've come to the town of Kilkenny, O. THE SHANNON SIDE. But when they had come to Kilkenny, O, Though we're many miles away, Let us pledge a health to pretty Peg of Derby, O. 163 Collated with a copy taken down from recitation, we never having seen the original Ballad in print. The opening stanza of this once popular piece, whose air has been adapted to songs without number, and latterly, by Moor, for his "Eveleen's Bower," is the best, which we here present to our readers in its original dress: O there was a regiment of Irish dragoons, With a young chamber-maid, And her name it was called pretty Peggy, O. THE SHANNON SIDE. 'Twas in the month of April, One morning by the dawn, When violets and cowslips, I met a lovely damsel, Down by the Shannon side. "Good-morrow, pretty fair one," And how far go you this way?" With cheeks like blooming roses, "I go to feed my father's sheep, From budding elm, and branching thorn, But wilder thrilling melody, Down glen and greenwood rung; We kiss'd, shook hands, and parted, I did not come that way again, I never dream'd a maiden Could my wavering fancy win, Till first I met this fair one, Then love he enter'd in, And wreck'd my former peace of mind: Down by the Shannon side. Altered from a well known old free Ballad of Irish extraction, bearing the same title with the foregoing, while the third and fifth stanzas are original. LIGHT OF THE MOON.-LATE WOOER. 165 ALONE BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON. WHEN fairies dance light on the grass, There, say will you meet me, sweet lass, Though sweet be the jessamine grove, Breath'd forth by the light of the moon. Where the nightingale perch'd on the thorn, Let us meet by the light of the moon. Yes! Rosa, will hie to her love, Through the glen by the burnie, as soon As evening has silver'd the grove, Alone by the light of the moon. Altered from the olden copy, while the last stanza is original. THE LATE WOOER. THE auld man he came over the lea, Ha, ha, ha, I'll no hae him, Out over the lea, He came to court me, With his auld gray beard newly shaven. |