“The Bonnie Lass made the Bed to me,” was composed on an amour of Charles II. when skulking in the North, about Aberdeen, in the time of the usurpation. He formed une petite affaire with a daughter of the house of Portletham, who was the “lass that made the bed to him:”—two verses of it are,
“I kiss’d her lips sae rosy red,
While the tear stood blinkin in her e’e;
I said, My lassie, dinna cry,
For ye ay shall make the bed to me.
She took her mither’s holland sheets,
And made them a’ in sarks to me;
Blythe and merry may she be,
The lass that made the bed to me.”
ABSENCE.
A song in the manner of Shenstone.
This song and air are both by Dr. Blacklock.
I HAD A HORSE AND I HAD NAE MAIR.
This story is founded on fact. A John Hunter, ancestor to a very respectable farming family, who live in a place in the parish, I think, of Galston, called Bar-mill, was the luckless hero that “had a horse and had nae mair.”—For some little youthful follies he found it necessary to make a retreat to the West-Highlands, where “he feed himself to a Highland Laird,” for that is the expression of all the oral editions of the song I ever heard.—The present Mr. Hunter, who told me the anecdote, is the great-grandchild of our hero.