dashed nearly the whole of these English hired boats to 
                    pieces among the rocks. None of them happened to be out, and 
                    the whole shore to westward was literally strewn with wreckage. 
                    The few boats that were left continued to go out for some 
                    years afterwards, but it was of no use. " Observing a 
                    neighbour approaching, he went off. It is difficult to get 
                    a fisherman to speak of his work. 
                    The dredgers while at work, either "clam" or " 
                    oyster" fishing, sing songs which have a very peculiar 
                    effect when borne over the waters. We have heard it in the 
                    early morning, many times, fully two and a half miles inland. 
                    The effect was pleasing, wild, and weirdlike. The men themselves, 
                    as with other things, are very reticent in speaking of their 
                    song singing. They scout the very idea, however, of the airs 
                    they use being of Norwegian extraction, as held by certain 
                    writers, and maintain that the airs they use are like to the 
                    songs they sing, real " hame made, " and this is 
                    how it is done: there is a recognised leader of song in every 
                    boat; he starts whatever air he pleases, and no matter what 
                    jumble of words comes first he always aims at turning them 
                    into lines that will jingle, the rest following, and keeping 
                    time most faithfully. The following are samples picked up 
                    by the way: — 
                    " Whae'll dreg a buckie, 
                    I'll dreg a clam, 
                    I'll dreg a buckie, 
                    And I'll be luckie, 
                    And I'll no be lang. " 
                    Another sample of song secured is: — 
                    " Heave, aho, and away we go, 
                    What care we for calm or gale, 
                    Aye take a dram, as lang as ye can, 
                    And brandie's gude among het ale. 
                    " Heave, aho, and away we go; 
                    Mag, an' Meg, an' Jess, an' Jane, 
                    Oh how they lauch when we get fish, 
                    But oh how they girn when we get nane. 
                    " Heave, aho, and ahame we go; 
                    See them awaiting on the green, 
                    Big lots, or wee lots, or nane ava, 
                    Gin we dinna try we shall be seen. " 
                    Ever since these scalps were destroyed by over-dredging it 
                    has not paid to follow out the trade, consequently there has 
                    been little done in that way for a great many years. A few 
                    are brought in occasionally when the dredgers are out seeking 
                    clams for bait, but the Pandore now is scarcely ever heard 
                    of. An old dredger gave this other couple of verses, which 
                    had been repeated by his father when he was a boy: — 
                    " Lady Hyndford's lang tails, 
                    Comin' doon the brae 0, 
                    She gets a' the creamy milk, 
                    We get a' the whey O. 
                    " Ye, ho, and away we go, 
                    Revelling amidst the gale O, 
                    And if gude luck our lot should be, 
                    We'll drink the milk o' the whale O. " 
                    Lady Hyndford, a former proprietress of Prestongrange, who 
                    was very kind to the fishermen, had been observed by the dredgers 
                    coming down the brae towards Bankfoot before setting out one 
                    night, and they simply put her ladyship into their dredging 
                    song. The reference to the whale in the hindmost line was 
                    the public-house at Cuthill which went by that name, and the 
                    milk of the whale, of course, was Thomson the innkeeper's 
                    whisky. 
                    On Saturday forenoon, November 2nd 1901, after a cessation 
                    from oyster dredging for many years, one of the old boats 
                    went out. Soon the "dreg song" was struck up, and 
                    came wafting beautifully over the waters. It continued till 
                    a great many villagers turned out, and they listened delightedly 
                    to the old familiar strains. The boat brought in between two 
                    hundred and three hundred oysters. It has been out several 
                    times since then, and has never been less successful. The 
                    dredgers say that the oyster beds are again beginning to look 
                    healthfu', and their hopes are great for the future. 
                     
                    SAILORS' BENEFIT SOCIETY. 
                    The venerable institution known as " The Incorporation 
                    of Sailors of Prestonpans " must be now fully two hundred 
                    years old, because we find as early as 1744, that, owing to 
                    restrictive measures passed at that period by the management 
                    regarding the admission of new members, the number of the 
                    " incorporated " became subsequently reduced to 
                    two members only, Messrs James Warroch and George Warroch. 
                    It is evident that others would have joined the society, but 
                    they could not be admitted owing to the restrictive measures 
                    referred to; so in 1798 certain seamen of the town raised 
                    an action before the Court of Session concluding that this 
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