The two first lines of this song are all of it that is old. The rest of the song, as well as those songs in the Museum marked T., are the works of an obscure, tippling, but extraordinary body of the name of Tytler, commonly known by the name of Balloon Tytler, from his having projected a balloon; a mortal, who, though he drudges about Edinburgh as a common printer, with leaky shoes, a sky-lighted hat, and knee-buckles as unlike as George-by-the-grace-of-God, and Solomon-the-son-of-David; yet that same unknown drunken mortal is author and compiler of three-fourths of Elliot’s pompous Encyclopedia Britannica, which he composed at half a guinea a week!
SAE MERRY AS WE TWA HA’E BEEN.
This song is beautiful.—The chorus in particular is truly pathetic. I never could learn anything of its author.
Chorus.
“Sae merry as we twa ha’e been,
Sae merry as we twa ha’e been;
My heart is like for to break,
When I think on the days we ha’e seen.”
THE BANKS OF FORTH.
This air is Oswald’s.