CLOUT THE CALDRON.
A tradition is mentioned in the “Bee,” that the second Bishop Chisholm, of Dunblane, used to say, that if he were going to be hanged, nothing would soothe his mind so much by the way as to hear “Clout the Caldron” played.
I have met with another tradition, that the old song to this tune,
“Hae ye onie pots or pans,
Or onie broken chanlers,”
was composed on one of the Kenmure family, in the cavalier times; and alluded to an amour he had, while under hiding, in the disguise of an itinerant tinker. The air is also known by the name of
“The blacksmith and his apron,”
which from the rhythm, seems to have been a line of some old song to the tune.
SAW YE MY PEGGY.
This charming song is much older, and indeed superior to Ramsay’s verses, “The Toast,” as he calls them. There is another set of the words, much older still, and which I take to be the original one, but though it has a very great deal of merit, it is not quite ladies’ reading.