Fortunes of Nigel_, with this
difference, that it is there called "Chrichty Bairdie," a name not
precisely identical with that here given; but as Kit is a diminutive of
Christopher, it is not difficult to perceive how the two came to be
confounded. Old as it certainly is--and older by a deal it may be than
these presents indicate--it maintains yet the charm of youth--delighting
all with its lightly tripping numbers. No less does--

THE MILLER'S DOCHTER.

There was a miller's dochter,
She wadna want a baby, O;
She took her father's grey hound
An' row'd it in a plaidie, O.

Singing, Hush-a-ba! hush-a-ba!
Hush-a-ba, my baby, O!
An 'twere na for you lang beard,
I wad kiss your gabbie, O!

While bedding operations have been in progress no song, surely, has been
more welcome and effective than

HAP AND ROW.

Hap and row, hap and row,
Hap and row the feetie o't;
I never kent I had a bairn
Until I heard the greetie o't.

The wife put on the wee pan
To boil the bairn's meatie, O,
When down fell a cinder
And burn't a' its feetie, O.

Hap and row, hap and row,
Hap and row the feetie o't;
I never kent I had a bairn
Until I heard the greetie o't.

Sandy's mither she came in
As sune's she heard the greetie o't,
She took the mutch frae aff her head
And rowed it round the feetie o't.

Hap and row, hap and row, etc.

In about equal favour stands

HOW DAN, DILLY DOW.

How dan, dilly dow,
Hey dow, dan,
Weel were ye're minnie.
An' ye were a man.

Ye wad hunt an' hawk,
An' hand her o' game,
An' water your daddie's horse
When he cam' hame.

How dan, dilly dow,
Hey dan, floors,
Ye'se lie i' your bed
Till eleven hours.

If at eleven hours
You list to rise,
Ye'se hae your dinner dight
In a new guise.

Laverocks' legs,
And titlins' taes,
And a' sic dainties
My mannie shall hae.

A cheery and comforting lilt, indeed, with its promise of plenty. Much
superior to the next, which bears in its bosom the hollow and unwelcome
ring of a "toom girnal"--a sound no child should ever know. It is yet a
lilt familiar to the nursery:--

CROWDIE.

Oh, that I had ne'er been married,
I wad never had nae care;
Now I've gotten wife and bairns,
They cry Crowdie! ever mair.

Crowdie ance, crowdie twice,
Three times cr