“The mill, mill O, and the kill, kill O,
And the coggin o’ Peggy’s wheel, O,
The sack and the sieve, and a’ she did leave,
And danc’d the miller’s reel O.—
As I came down yon waterside,
And by yon shellin-hill O,
There I spied a bonie bonie lass,
And a lass that I lov’d right well O.”
WE RAN AND THEY RAN.
The author of “We ran and they ran”—was a Rev. Mr. Murdoch M’Lennan, minister at Crathie, Dee-side.
WALY, WALY.
In the west country I have heard a different edition of the second stanza.—Instead of the four lines, beginning with, “When cockle-shells, &c.,” the other way ran thus:—
“O wherefore need I busk my head,
Or wherefore need I kame my hair,
Sin my fause luve has me forsook,
And sys, he’ll never luve me mair.”