186 FOREST SONG. 



When at Felaar we do arrive, 



How pleasing 't is to see 

 At night the harts and birds come home 



In dozens twa or three. 



John Crerar he spies out the harts, 



My Lord Duke does shoot them ; 

 Curly * he does bring them home, 



And Campbell he does cook them. 



Tho' Campbell carries nothing there 



But just a pan and brander ; 

 He can soon cook a dinner rare 



For the Duke or Alexander. 



And when our kites is a' weel cram'ed 



With ilka thing that 's rare, 

 Then to the toddy we sit down 



Each man to drink his share, 



Lang life to you, Campbell, 



To stear about the toddy ; 

 Of a' the friends I ever ken't 



Ye are a dainty body. 



Next to bed we do prepare 



The best way we are able ; 

 There is twenty lies upon the floor 



And Maddy on the table. 



From wa' to wa' all in a row 



Like herring on a plate ; 

 The man that durst our camp attack 



My faith he '11 no be blate. 



* John Forbes, christened Curly by the Duke, from his hair being 

 much curled, attended his Grace upwards of twenty years to the hill 

 with two horses, to bring home the dead deer to Blair. This man knew 

 every part of the forest, and could be directed to find the dead deer, 

 though lying twenty miles distant from Blair. He died about fourteen 

 years ago, aged about seventy. 



