I’LL NEVER LEAVE THEE.
This is another of Crawfurd’s songs, but I do not think in his happiest manner.—What an absurdity, to join such names as Adonis and Mary together!
CORN RIGS ARE BONIE.
All the old words that ever I could meet to this air were the following, which seem to have been an old chorus:
“O corn rigs and rye rigs,
O corn rigs are bonie;
And where’er you meet a bonie lass,
Preen up her cockernony.”
THE MUCKING OF GEORDIE’S BYRE.
The chorus of this song is old; the rest is the work of Balloon Tytler.