96 ABERDEENSHIRE. 



It's when the apple tree it buds, it buds on every 



side, 

 And when the young men gae to woo, they're a 



busk'd up wi' pride, 

 They're a' busk'd up wi' pride, an' they mak' 



the shillings flee 

 They gar the lasses weel believe they've lands 



and houses free. 

 But when that they are married, an' weel come 



to their sorrow, 

 The lands they are to buy, an' the shillings are 



to borrow. 

 Set them up in a reekie house, an' let them greet 



their fill. 

 If ye've brewed weel, niy bonnie lass, ye'll drink 



the better yill ! 



Utonjjtiutsk, 



To lovers of Scotch strathspeys, this name will 

 recall one of the best of them. Here, having 

 obtained leave for a day's sport from the pro- 

 prietor, we, of course, chose a day we thought 

 favourable for it, and three of us arrived at the 

 inn, Grant's, a little after breakfast, in rather a 

 cold day in the beginning of April. There is 

 a place called Paradise, a little above a mill, 



