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LETTER from a Friend on a Journey to the North, to an In habitant of Auld Reekie; being a CURIOUS and ENTER- TAINING MEDLY OF SCOTCH SONGS. DEAR GEORDIE, HAVING lately had a Northern Excursion, I regretted much not having the pleasure of your company, as I am very cer- tain the company and entertainment I met With would have afforded you a fund of amusement. I shall, as near as I can recol- lect, give you a detail of the proceedings. AFTER getting some cauld kail in Aber- deen with John Roy Stewart, I accompanied him to the house below the hill, where green grow the rashes, and where two or three of the merry lads of Ayr were taking their botlle of punch, having lately come fire bonny Doon. The Landlord was Johnny M'Gil, who you ken married the subcr's daughter She gave us a hearty welcome, for blythe wae she butt and ben, and when she came ben she bobbit, and introduced us to Maggie Lauder Mary Grey, &c., not forgetting the bonnie nce thing. They were all waiting the ar- rival of Lucy Campbell, frae within a mile o' Edinburgh ; for you maun ken Lucy was to be married to the ranting roarin Highland man: So down we sat to cakes and ale, and were very happy, when ope flew the door and in a short moment started the soldier laddie. I thought it had been Johnny com- ing. but na, faith, says Peggie Bawn, it is John Anderson, my joe, frae bonnie Dundee, for he would be a soldier. Most of us know- ing John, we wanted him to take a seat He took out. his fiddle, and was beginning to touch the bush aboon Traquair ; but was stopped by Duncan Grey, who begged he would first favour us with God save the King. Hang the King, says Charlie Stewart, who was immediately knocked down by Jack, the brisk young drummer, who is a bonnie bold soldier. We all thought that Lewie Gordon would have interfered, who was standing in a corner whistling Johnnie Cope, When in came the wandering sailor singing hearts of oak, with black-eyed Susan in the one hand, and the oak stick in the other. Bare Lewie did not like a' that and a' that, but slunk away as pale as Hosier's ghost. Duncan Davison was begining to cry kick the rogues out, when in the midst of the scuffle, we had notice by Roys wife of Aldevalloch, of the arrival of the young couple frae the walking of the fauld ; when the cry was, busk ye, busk ye, fy let us a' to the bridle. By this you will under- stand that Johnnie has made a wedding o't. They were just going, when Jenny Nettles hinted that the ale wife and her barrel must be paid; on which we bid the gudewife count her lawin ; so each of us had a saxpence un- der our thumb, and Jennie's bawbee made up the same. On coming to the back of the change-house, where the wedding was held, near the mill, mill, O, we were met by the lads of Doon, gallanting the lasses o' Stew- arton. The best man was ranting roaring Willie, and I as sure you Wilde is a wanton wag; the best maid was Catherine Ogie, who is the bonniest lass in a' the world except my jo, Janet. Our dinner consisted of the- roast beef of Old England, lumps of pudding, the haggis o' Dunbar, bannocks o' barley meal, &c. &c.,?as for myself, they put a sheep's head in the pat: And after dinner we had dribbles o' brandy ; the whole cry was fill the stoup and haud it clinking, by no means drink hooly and fairly. Then, come gie's a song the ladies cry; so Patie came up frae the glen and whistled o'er the lave o't was sung, and Maggie' tocher. Oh, if you had seen auld Rob Morris laughing at the auld wife ayont the fire singing, O as I was kissed yestreen We now were sae merry growing, as we two hae been, and some of them began to trip upon trenchers: So the dansing commenced.' The bride came up frae the byre, and led down with one of the braw lads of Galla- water, to the tune of the Campbells are com- ing. The glancing o' her apron on, silken snood, and the gowd on her garters, made my heart gae pittie pattie. I danced a reel with the maid o' the mill and the shepherd's wife, to the tune I'll make fain to follow me. An- drew wi' his cuttie gun was at kiss me sweetly wi' Bess the gawkie. In short, we a' danced heartily, but I observed Jenny dang the weaver and scoffed and scorned at him, say- ing, O gin ye mere ane and twenty, Tam. After this we had gude night and joy. I came lodling hame, not drunk nor yet sober, and expected a bonnie tree house and a canty wee fire ; but I could not open the door till three, nor waken sleepin Maggie : At last my o in kind dcerie heard me, and she rose and let me in. By this time I was a sleepy boddie, and got to bed by the light of the bonny grey eyed morn. I expect, in return for the above detail, you will favour me with an authentic copy of your journal first cruise you take, Yours truly, W.W. 1st day 5th month,, A. D. 1822.
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1822 shelfmark: L.C.1268
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