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Rh Now, wae to thee, thou cruel lord!

A bluidy man I trow thou be;

For mony a heart thou hast made sair,

That ne'er did wrang to thine or thee.

[ by, and first published in Cromek's Remains of Nithsdale and Galloway Song.]

[ this popular Jacobite song there are different versions. The following are the words which appear in Johnson's Museum, under the superintendence of Burns. In connection with the last stanza of this song, Sir William Gell relates an affecting anecdote of Sir Walter Scott. Sir William had the honour of acting as cicerone to Sir Walter during his last illness, when on his visit to Naples; and on one occasion, when they were toiling over a rugged pathway in the vicinity of Mount Vesuvius, Sir Walter was observed to be muttering some verses. Sir William listened, wondering what might be passing in his companion's mind, while treading a spot so rich in classical associations. But he soon found that the dying poet's heart was not in Italy, but was reverting, even there, to the scenes of his native land; for the words he caught him repeating were the close of the present song—

on a Monday morning,

Richt early in the year,

That Charlie cam' to our toun,

The young Chevalier.

And Charlie he's my darling,

My darling, my darling;

Charlie he's my darling,

The young Chevalier.