“The news frae Moidart cam yestreen Will soon gar mony ferly, For ships o’ war hae just come in And landit Royal Charlie. Come through the heather, around him gather; Ye’re a’ the welcomer early; Around him cling wi’ a’ your kin; For wha’ll be King but Charlie? Come through the heather, around him gather, Come Ronald, come Donald, come a’ thegither, And crown your rightfu’, lawfu’ King! For wha’ll be King but Charlie?” And what a _birr_ and sense of the situation in the song on Charlie’s entry into Carlisle preceded by a hundred pipers, though that, on the whole, is not one of the best:— “Dumfoundered, the English saw, they saw; Dumfoundered, they heard the blaw, the blaw; Dumfoundered, they a’ ran awa, awa, From the hundred pipers an’ a’, an’ a’. Wi’ a hundred pipers an’ a’, an’ a’, Wi’ a hundred pipers an’ a’, an’ a’, We’ll up and gie them a blaw, a blaw, Wi’ a hundred pipers an’ a’, an’ a’.” Then, in the way of humorous character-sketching, what can surpass the _Laird o’ Cockpen_, or the immortal _John Tod_? So well known are these throughout Scotland that it would be absurd to quote them if only Scottish readers were concerned; but, for the convenience of other readers, here they are, each entire:— THE LAIRD O’ COCKPEN. “The Laird o’ Cockpen, he’s proud and he’s great: His mind is ta’en up wi’ the things o’ the state: He wanted a wife his braw house to keep: But favour wi’ wooin’ was fashious to seek. Doun by the dyke-side a lady did dwell; At his table-head he thocht she’d look well: McClish’s ae dochter o’ Claverse-ha’ Lea,— A pennyless lass wi’ a lang pedigree. His wig was weel pouther’d, and as guid as new; His waistcoat was white, and his coat it was blue; He put on a ring, a sword, and cock’d hat: And wha could refuse the Laird wi’ a’ that? He took the gray mare and rade cannilie, And rapp’d at the yett o’ Claverse-ha’ Lea: ‘Gae tell Mistress Jean to come speedily ben; She’s wanted to speak wi’ the Laird o’ Cockpen.’ Mistress Jean she was makin’ the elder-flower wine: ‘And what brings the Laird at sic a like time?’ She put aff her apron, and on her silk goun, Her mutch wi’ red ribbons, and gaed awa’ doun. And, when she cam ben, he bowed fu’ low; And what was his errand he soon let her know: Amazed was the Laird when the lady said ‘Na,’ And wi’ a laich curtsey she turned awa’.