"_The wee brown Hen._"--Can any of your correspondents oblige me with a
copy of the old Jacobin song, the "Wee brown Hen?" It begins thus:
"I had a wee brown hen,
And she had a wee brown tap,
And she gaed out in the mornin'
For to fill her crap.
The violets were her coverin',
And everything was her care,
And every day she laid twa eggs,
And Sundays she laid mair.
Och! they micht hae letten her be,
For every day she laid twa eggs,
And Sundays she laid three."
The words are very old, and conveyed a certain religious and political
allusion. I know the tune {285} of it, and I shall take it as a favour to
be furnished with a correct version of the songs.