Biography of Carolina Oliphant
Carolina Oliphant, Baroness Nairne (August 16, 1766–October 26, 1845) was a Scottish songwriter and song collector.
Following the example set by Robert Burns in the Scots Musical Museum, Lady Nairne undertook to bring out a collection of national airs set to appropriate words. To the collection she contributed a large number of original songs, adopting the signature BB - Mrs Bogan of Bogan. The music was edited by RA Smith, and the collection was published at Edinburgh under the name of the Scottish Minstrel (1821-1824).
Her songs may be classed under three heads:
1. those illustrative of the characters and manners of the old Scottish gentry, such as "The Laird o' Cockpen," "The Fife Laird," and "John Tod"
2. Jacobite songs, composed for the most part to gratify her kinsman Robertson, the aged chief of Strowan, among the best known of which are perhaps "Wha'll be King but Charlie?" "Charlie is my darling," "The Hundred Pipers," "He's owre the Hills," and "Will ye no' come back again?"
3. songs not included under the above heads, ranging over a variety of subjects from "Caller Herrin" to the "Land o' the Leal."
Carolina Oliphant Poems
The Maiden's Vow
I've made a vow, I'll keep it true, I'll never married be; For the only ane that I think on
The Laird Of Cockpen
The laird o' Cockpen, he's proud an' he's great, His mind is ta'en up wi' things o' the State;
The Rowan Tree
Oh! Rowan Tree, Oh! Rowan Tree, thou'lt aye be dear to me, Intwin'd thou art wi' mony ties o' hame and infancy.
Wha'll buy my caller herrin'? They're bonny fish and halesome farin'; Wha'll buy my caller herrin',
The Robins' Nest
Their nest was in the leafy bush, Sae soft and warm, sae soft and warm,
There cam' a wee boatie owre the sea, Wi' the winds an' waves it strove sairlie; But oh! it brought great joy to me,
Down The Burn, Davie. A Fragment
When bonny daisies spread the sward, An' broom bloom'd fair to see; Blythe Davie, wi' a heart sae light, An' she, a maiden free,
Kitty Reid's House
Hech! hey! the mirth that was there, The mirth that was there, The mirth that was there;
The Fife Laird
Ye shouldna ca' the Laird daft, though daft like he may be; Ye shouldna ca' the Laird daft, he's just as wise as me;
We hae the crown without a head, The sceptre's but a hand, O; The ancient warlike royal blade, Might be a willow wand, O!
The Twa Doos
There were twa doos sat in a dookit; Twa wise-like birds, and round they luiket; An' says the ane unto the ither,
What Do Ye Think O' Geordie Noo?
'O what do you think o' Geordie noo? O what do you think o' Geordie noo?
Will Ye No Come Back Again?
Bonnie Charlie's now awa', Safely owre the friendly main; Mony a heart will break in twa, Should he no' come back again.
Fareweel, Edinburgh, where happy we hae been, Fareweel, Edinburgh, Caledonia's Queen! Auld Reekie, fare-ye-weel, and Reekie New beside,
Air - 'The Bog o' Gight.'
Oh, Cairney burn, sweet Cairney burn,
Thou makest many a winding turn;
How sweet thy murmurings to hear,
Like plaintive music to mine ear!
Tho' things sair changed we mourn to see,
Yet, burnie, there's nae change in thee,