“The gypsies cam to my Lord Cassilis’ yett.”—
They have a great many more stanzas in this song than I ever yet saw in any printed copy.—The castle is still remaining at Maybole, where his lordship shut up his wayward spouse, and kept her for life.
TO DAUNTON ME.
The two following old stanzas to this tune have some merit:
“To daunton me, to daunton me,
O ken ye what it is that’ll daunton me?—
There’s eighty-eight and eighty-nine,
And a’ that I hae borne sinsyne,
There’s cess and press and Presbytrie,
I think it will do meikle for to daunton me.
But to wanton me, to wanton me,
O ken ye what it is that wad wanton me—
To see gude corn upon the rigs,
And banishment amang the Whigs,
And right restor’d where right sud be,
I think it would do meikle for to wanton me.”