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The flower that blooms amid thy glades,
The floweret on thy velvet lea, Tho' lovely, all their beauty fades, Whun bid, fair maid, to vie with thee.
Thy woods and glades, &c.
May heaven protect thy ripening years,
Thou bonny maid of Arthurlie, And ne'er, unless 'tis pity's tears, May tear, fair maid, be shed by thee.
Thy woods and glades, fic:
KENMURE'S ON AN AWA', WILLIE'.
Success to Kenmure's band, Willie,
Success to Kenmure's band;
Ere rade by Kenmure's land.
* William, Viscount Kenmure, ancestor of the present Hon. John Gordon of Kenmure, was Commander in Chief of the Chevalier's forces in the south of Scotland. Having joined General Forster, with about two hundred horsemen, he marched to Preston in Lancashire, and there surrender. ed himself, with many other nobles, prisoners at discretion.
In the history of the rebellion, 1716, it is stated that the prisoners, p. Lords Nithsdale, Derwentwater, Kenmure, with many others, being appointed to be carried to London, arrived there on the ninth of December. They were brought as far as Highgate by Brigadier Panton, Lieutenant-Colonel of Lumley's regiment of horse, under a guard of an hundred of his troopa ers, and were there received by Mayor-General Tatton at the head of a de. tachment of about three hundred foot guards, and one hundred and twen. ty horse-grenadier guards. Here every one of them had his arms tied
There's a rose in Kenmure's cap, Willie,
There's a rose in Kenmure's cap,
Afore the battle drap.
For Kenmure's lads are men, Willie,
For Kenmure's lads are men;
And that their faes shall ken!
They'll live and die wi' fame, Willie,
They'll live and die wi' fame;
May Kenmure's lads come hame!
with a cord coming across his back; and being thus pinioned, they were not allowed to ho, the reins of the bridle; but each of them had a foot soldier leading his horse: and being ranged in four different divisions, according to the four different prisons to which they were allotted, and each division placed between a party of the horse grenadiers, and a platoon of the foot; in this manner General Tatton set out from Highgate about noon, and proceeded to London through innumerable crowds of spectators, who all of them expressed their utmost detestation of their rebellious attempt, by upbraiding them with their crime, shouting them along in this disgraceful tri. umph, and incessantly crying out, King George for ever ; no warming-pan bastard! The mob. in the meantime marched before them, beating on a warming-pan, while the General's drums beat a triumphant march, After this the noblemen, and three or four others, were sent to the Tower; Mr Forster, Mr M'Intosh, and about seventy more to Newgate; sixty to the Marshalsea; and about seventy-two to the Fleet."
Thus ended the unfortunate enterprise into England, burying all at once the hopes of the Chevalier in that quarter; Viscount Kenmure and others were tried at the bar of the house of Peers; found guilty of the crime of high treason, and beheaded on Tower-Hill, on the 24th day of Feb. 1716.-On the day
Here's Kenmure's health in wine, Willie,
Here's Kenmure's health in wine ; There ne'er was a coward o' Kenmure's blude,
Nor yet o' Gordon's line.
He kiss'd his ladie's hand, Willie,
He kiss'd his ladie's hand ; But gane's his ladie's courtesie,
When he draws his bludie brand.
His ladie's cheek was red, Willie,
His ladie's cheek was red;
Which smelld a' deadlie feud.
Here's him that's far awa', Willie,
Here's him that's far awa'!
The rose that's like the snaw.
preceding that on which he suffered, he wrote to a certain nobleman, stab ing that he died firm in principles of adherence to the Chevalier, “whom he believed to be the legitimate son of King James the Second *."
Among the peasantry of Nithsdale and Galloway, his memory is still revered. He was a virtuous nobleman, calm, sensible, resolute, and resigned, and a devout member of the protestant church. “ He had ever lived,” as he said in the letter to which we have already alluded, “and would die, in the profession of the protestant religion.”
* See Account of the Rebellion in 1715-16, by Geo. Charles, 2 vols. 8vo.
0, wha’s at my chamber door?
“ Fair widow, are ye wauking?"
Your love lies a' in tauking,
Sweet like an April meadow;
And bosom of a widow.
“O widow, wilt thou let me in,,,
I'm pauky, wise, and thrifty,
An' little mair than fifty.”
What signifies how pauky
In love you're but a gawky.
“ Then, widow, let these guineas speak,
Tlat powerfully plead clinken,