The Complete Works of Robert Burns: Containing his Poems, Songs, and Correspondence. / With a New Life of the Poet, and Notices, Critical and Biographical by Allan Cunningham

by Robert Burns; Allan Cunningham

BOB O’ DUMBLANE.

Ramsay, as usual, has modernized this song. The original, which I learned on the spot, from my old hostess in the principal inn there, is—

“Lassie, lend me your braw hemp heckle,
And I’ll lend you my thripplin-kame;
My heckle is broken, it canna be gotten,
And we’ll gae dance the bob o’ Dumblane.

Twa gaed to the wood, to the wood, to the wood.
Twa gaed to the wood—three came hame;
An’ it be na weel bobbit, weel bobbit, weel bobbit
An’ it be na weel bobbit, we’ll bob it again.”

I insert this song to introduce the following anecdote, which I have heard well authenticated. In the evening of the day of the battle of Dumblane, (Sheriff Muir,) when the action was over, a Scots officer in Argyll’s army, observed to His Grace, that he was afraid the rebels would give out to the world that they had gotten the victory.—“Weel, weel,” returned his Grace, alluding to the foregoing ballad, “if they think it be nae weel bobbit, we’ll bob it again.”