This is perhaps the first bottle song that ever was composed.
THE BRAES O’ BALLOCHMYLE.
This air is the composition of my friend Allan Masterton, in Edinburgh. I composed the verses on the amiable and excellent family of Whitefoords leaving Ballochmyle, when Sir John’s misfortunes had obliged him to sell the estate.
THE RANTIN’ DOG, THE DADDIE O’T.
I composed this song pretty early in life, and sent it to a young girl, a very particular acquaintance of mine, who was at that time under a cloud.