Except another specimen given in a small collection of Gaelic songs, edited by the late Rev. Mr. M'Callum of Arisaig, the original of the following is the only St. Kilda song that we have met with. Our copy was procured in this way: Some years ago we were dining on board H.M. Revenue cruiser "Harriet," Captain M'Allister. Going ashore on a fine moonlight night, one of the seamen who rowed our boat sang the song, which we had no hesitation in at once declaring to be of St. Kilda origin, which the man admitted was the case, he having picked it up many years before from an old woman who had spent some time on the island. Of the air, we can only remember that it was a wild, irregular sort of chant, very different from the soft low airs to which our mainland songs are for the most part sung, with the refrain or burden (represented by our Alexandrines in each stanza) given in a shrill falsetto that was somewhat disagreeable to the ear, although abundantly appropriate, probably, in the circumstances in which the song was composed, and when sung amid all the surroundings of the scene depicted. The St. Kilda Maid's Song. Over the rocks, steadily, steadily; Down to the clefts with a shout and a shove, O; Warily tend the rope, shifting it readily, Eagerly, actively, watch from above, O. Brave, O brave, my lover true, he's worth a maiden's love: (And the sea below is still as deep as the sky is high above!) Sweet 'tis to sleep on a well feathered pillow, Sweet from the embers the fulmar's red egg, O; Bounteous our store from the rock and the billow; Fish and birds in good store, we need never to beg, O; Brave, O brave, my lover true, he's worth a maiden's love: (And the sea below is still as deep as the sky is high above!) Hark to the fulmar and guillemot screaming: Hark to the kittiwake, puffin, and gull, O: See the white wings of solan goose gleaming; Steadily, men! on the rope gently pull, O. Brave, O brave, my lover true, he's worth a maiden's love: (And the sea below is still as deep as the sky is high above!) Deftly my love can hook ling and conger, The grey-fish and hake, with the net and the creel, O; Far from our island be plague and be hunger; And sweet our last sleep in the quiet of the Kiel, O. Brave, O brave, my lover true, he's worth a maiden's love: (And the sea below is still as deep as the sky is high above!) Pull on the rope, men, pull it up steadily: (There's a storm on the deep, see the scart claps his wings, O); Cunningly guide the rope, shifting it readily; Welcome my true love, and all that he brings, O! Now God be praised, my lover's safe, he's worth a maiden's love: (And the sea below is still as deep as the sky is high above!)