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SCOTTISH MEN <strong>OF</strong> <strong>LETTERS</strong><br />

minstrelsy. It strikes a familiar chord, it is homely; but <strong>the</strong>re is a touch of pathos in<br />

it which gives it life, especially in <strong>the</strong> recurring burden of <strong>the</strong> words, which have<br />

fallen from many lips in later generations, to express <strong>the</strong>ir own emotions, and at<br />

times came bitterly from <strong>the</strong> lips of Robert Burns*:<br />

Werena my heart licht I wad dee.<br />

*[When a friend asked Burns to cross <strong>the</strong> street at Dumfries and join a party of ladies and gentlemen, with whom he<br />

had lost caste, “Nay, my young friend, that is all over now,” he rejoined, and he quoted Lady Grisell’s verses:<br />

His bonnet stood aye fu’ round on his brow,<br />

His auld ane look’d better than ony ane’s new;<br />

And now he lets ’t wear ony gait it will hing<br />

And casts himsel’ down upon <strong>the</strong> corn-bing.<br />

Oh! were we young now as we ance had been,<br />

We would hae been gallopin’ down on yon green,<br />

And buskin’ it ower <strong>the</strong> lily-white lea;<br />

And werena my heart licht I wad dee.<br />

Chambers’s Life and Works, iv. 18.]<br />

High-born ladies of those days did not keep aloof from <strong>the</strong> common affairs<br />

of <strong>the</strong> common people; <strong>the</strong>y spoke <strong>the</strong> broad Scots tongue <strong>the</strong>mselves, and <strong>the</strong> work<br />

of byre and barn, <strong>the</strong> wooings of servants and ploughmen, were of lively interest to<br />

<strong>the</strong>m in <strong>the</strong>ir parlour and drawing-room, and did not seem <strong>the</strong>mes unworthy of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />

verse. This we find in <strong>the</strong> fragmentary verses of Lady Grisell:<br />

The ewe buchtin’s bonnie, baith e’ening and morn,<br />

When our bli<strong>the</strong> shepherds play on <strong>the</strong> bag, reed, and horn;<br />

While we’re milking, <strong>the</strong>y’re lilting baith pleasant and clear,<br />

But my heart’s like to break when I think on my dear.<br />

The scenes of <strong>the</strong> ewe-milking in Lady Grisell’s verse and in Miss Jean<br />

Elliot’s “Flowers of <strong>the</strong> Forest” are reminiscent of an aspect of rural life which has<br />

long ago vanished. Up to <strong>the</strong> end of <strong>the</strong> century it was still <strong>the</strong> practice of <strong>the</strong><br />

farmers of Ettrick forest to milk ewes for seven or eight weeks after <strong>the</strong> lambs were<br />

weaned. [About 2 quarts of milk were given by a score of ewes. If out of a flock of 50 score of ewes 36 score<br />

were milked every morning and evening, <strong>the</strong> farm got 70 quarts to make into cheese. Latterly it became usual for <strong>the</strong><br />

farmers to let <strong>the</strong> milking of <strong>the</strong> ewes at l½d. a week or 1s. for <strong>the</strong> season (Craig-Brown’s Selkirkshire, i. 408).] In<br />

<strong>the</strong> evening were hundreds of ewes all ga<strong>the</strong>red, and <strong>the</strong> voices of <strong>the</strong> peasantry<br />

would be heard “lilting” while <strong>the</strong> men “buchted” (folded) <strong>the</strong> sheep, and <strong>the</strong><br />

women sat on <strong>the</strong>ir “leglans” milking. Those were days when <strong>the</strong> women as <strong>the</strong>y<br />

worked sang songs which <strong>the</strong>ir grandmo<strong>the</strong>rs had sung before <strong>the</strong>m, and when men

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