"I'll lie ayont a dyke, Richie, I'll lie ayont a dyke, Richie; And I'll be aye at your command And bidding, whan ye like, Richie." O he's gane on the braid braid road, 25 And she's gane through the broom sae bonnie, Her silken robes down to her heels, And she's awa' wi' Richie Storie. This lady gaed up the Parliament stair, Wi' pendles in her lugs sae bonnie; 30 Mony a lord lifted his hat, But little did they ken she was Richie's lady. Up then spak the Erle o' Home's lady; "Was na ye richt sorrie, Annie, To leave the lands o' bonnie Cumbernauld, 35 And follow Richie Storie, Annie?" "O what need I be sorrie, madame, O what need I be sorrie, madame? For I've got them that I like best, And was ordained for me, madame." 40 "Cumbernauld is mine, Annie, Cumbernauld is mine, Annie; And a' that's mine, it shall be thine, As we sit at the wine, Annie." THE FARMER'S OLD WIFE. _The Carl of Kellyburn Braes_, composed by Burns for Johnson's _Museum_, (p. 392,) was founded, he says, "on the old traditionary verses." These we have met with in no other form but the following, which is taken from _Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs of the Peasantry of England_, edited by Robert Bell, p. 204. What is styled the original of _The Carle of Kellyburn Braes_, in Cromek's _Remains of Nithsdale and Galloway Song_, p. 83, is, like many of the pieces in that volume, for the most part a fabrication. The place of the burden is supplied in Sussex, says Mr. Bell, by a whistling chorus. Of the same tenor is the ballad of _The Devil and the Scold_, Collier's _Roxburghe Ballads_, p. 35. We subjoin the first stanza of Burns's ballad for the sake of the burden, which is said to be old. There lived a carl on Kellyburn braes, _Hey, and the rue grows bonnie wi' thyme_, And he had a wife was the plague o' his days, _And the thyme it is wither'd, and the rue is in prime_. * * * * * There was an old farmer in Sussex did dwell, And he had a bad wife, as many knew well. Then Satan came to the old man at the plough,-- "One of your family I must have now. "It is not your eldest son that I crave, 5 But it is your old wife, and she I will have." "O welcome, good Satan, with all my heart! I hope you and she will never more part." Now Satan has got the old wife on his back, And he lugged her along like a pedlar's pack. 10 He trudged away till they came to his hall-gate: Says he, "Here, take in an old Sussex chap's mate. O then she did kick the young imps about,-- Says one to the other, "Let's try turn her out."