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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 026: Title-page illustration of a Highland soldier in a kilt and plaid socks holding an upright rifle in a outdoor scene. A door in background is imprinted with the letter "V". Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Tale of the Rebellion of 1745; or, the Broken Heart. To which is added, The Three Wishes and The adventures of Two Tee-Totallers. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923426143505154">s0094b41</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Three Wishes The adventures of Two Tee-Totallers The broken heart The adventures of two tee-totalers The story of three wishes Singular adventure of a British soldier The defeat of Prince Charlie Extent The size or duration of the resource. 24 pages 16 cm Description An account of the resource 118 printed at bottom of the title-page Abstract A summary of the resource. Four tales are included in this chapbook, followed by a single humorous song about a rather intimidating school master. The first story is a tragic love story set during the ’45 rebellion. James Dawson, a young Lowlander who joins the cause of Bonnie Prince Charlie, is captured during a battle. He is imprisoned and held in London until the end of the war, whereupon he is sentenced to die for aiding the Young Pretender. His betrothed, Fanny, is with him throughout his imprisonment and sentencing, and ultimately dies of a broken heart at the very moment of his execution. The second tale is a short, humorous story of a married couple who agree to join the tee-totallers after observing that drinking was ruining their lives. In celebration of their success, they decide to buy a bottle and bring it home for “guests”, and end up drinking it on the way home, with predictably amusing consequences. The next story is a folktale about a poor couple who are unexpectedly given three wishes, which they use most unwisely. The final story describes the American Revolution and the events at one particular English encampment where a series of sentinels disappear without a trace; eventually these disappearances are discovered to be the work of Native Americans disguised as pigs. Subject The topic of the resource Jacobites Crime War Wit and Humor Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Courtship and Marriage Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per&nbsp;University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <p dir="ltr"><span><a href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">&nbsp;</a></span></p> Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks&nbsp;</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant United States Scotland Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): feather bonnet Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire Fashion (Clothing): kilt Fashion (Clothing): military Fashion (Clothing): sporran Gender: man/men Indoor Scene Occupation: soldier Weapons: gun(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/da4bb9a24e934b39d7a34cc2b03e6a50.jpg 735e53e80182dc223c01351e59e4c267 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3072 Width 1826 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut on title-page portraying a man wearing a hat, kilt, and plaid socks holding an upright rifle. To his left is a door marked with the letter V https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/96f91e7a65bfefe63f2e9c5b8c2e001f.pdf 83b9e29026991cb9aa5e0cab2bba1b83 PDF Text Text FOUR Excellent Songs JACK ROBINSON. T H E G I R L I L E F T B E H I N D ME. LORD LOVEL. T H E H A U G H S OF C R O M D A L K GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR TIIE 32. BOOKSELLERS. �BO R & S. JACK ROBINSON. THE perils and dangers of the voyage past, And the ship to Porti^outh aiYivfed at? last, The sails all furl'd and* the anchor cast; The happiest of the crew was Jack Robinson: For his Poll he had trinkets and gold* g&lofe; Besides prize-money quite a store, And along with the crew he went ashore, As cockswain to the boat, Jack Robinson. Tol de rol, &c. He met with a man, and said, I say, Mayhap you know one Polly Gray, She lives somewhere hereabout—the man said, nay, I do not, indeed, to Jack Robinson. Says Jack to him, I've left my ship, And all my messmates gave the slip, Mayhap you'll partake of a* good can of flip, For you're a civil fellow, says* Jack Robinson. In a public-house, tlien^ they both sat down, And talkVI of Admirals of high renown, And drank as much grog as came to half-a-crown, This here strange man and Jack Robinson. Then Jack call'd out the reck'ning to pay, The landlady came in, in line array, My eyes and limbs! why here's Polly Gray, Who'd thought of meetinghere, says Jack Robinson, �3 The landlady stagger'd against ithe wall, And said at first she didn't know him at all, Shiver me,,.«ays Jack, why here's a pretty squall, D—n me, don't you know me?—'I'm Jack Robinson Don't you know this handkerchief you gave to me, Twas three years ago, before I *werat *to sea, Every day I look'dat, and then I thought of thee, Upon my soul I have, says .Jack iRctbinson. Says the lady, says she, I've chang'd,my state, Why, you don't mean, says Jack, ..that you've got a mate You know you promis'd—-says she, 1 could not .wait, For 110 tidings could I gain of you, Jack Robinson ; And somebody, one day, came to me and said, That^omebody else had somewhere read, In some newspaper, as how you were dead— I've not been dead at all, says Jack Robinson. Then he turned his quid, and finish'd his glass, Hitch'd up his trowsers, alas! alas! That ever I should live to be made such an ass, To be biik'd by a woman, says Jack Robinson. But to fret and stew about it much is all in vain, I'll get a ship and go to Holland, France, and Spain. No matter where, to Portsmouth I'll never<come again, And he was olf before they could say Jack (Robinson. T H E G I R L I L E F T BE FUND ME. I'M lonesome since I cross'd the hills, And over the moors that Aire me, With heavy thoughts my heart doth fill. Since I parted from my Betty, �In search of some one fine and gay, But none could ever bind me, And I think of the hours I pass'd away With the girl I left behind me. The hours I do remember well, When recollections move me ; A pain within my breast I feel, Since first she own'd to love m e : But now I'm going to Brighton camp, I pray kind heav'n now guide me, And send me safely back again To the girl 1 left behind me. But when I'm standing on parade, Either asleep or waking, I long to see my love again, For her my heart is breaking ; When I think of the vows of love, The tears do fall and blind me, When I think upon the form and grace Of the girl I left behind me. The falling waters I do see, The dove become a ranger— Such heavy thoughts run in my mind, The hour 1 mesnt to change her; Ye powers above, protect I pray, The cautious fair that binds me, And send me safely home again To the girl 1 left behind me. �* T H E H A U G H S OF C R O M D A L E . As I came in by Auchindoun, A little wee bit frae the town, When to the Highlands I was boun\ To view the haughs of Cromdale. I met a man in tartan trews, I speir'd at him what was the news ; Quo' he, 44 The Highland army rues, That e'er we came to Cromdale, We were in bed, sir, every man, When the English host upon us came; A bloody battle then began, Upon the haughs of Cromdale. The English horse they were so rude, They bathed their hoofs in Highland blood, But, our brave clans, they boldly stood Upon the haughs of Cromdale. 44 But, alas! we could no longer stay, For o'er the hills we came away, And sore we do lament the day That e'er we came to Cromdale." 44 Thus the great Montrose did say, 44 Can you direct the nearest way, For I will o'er the hills this day, And view the haughs of Cromdale. * Alas, my lord, you're not so strong, You scarcely have two thousand men, There's twenty thousand on the plain, Stand rank and file on Cromdale. 44 �G Thus Jhe ..great Moutvose did .say, " I say, direct the nearest way, For I will o'er the hills -ebis day, And see the haughs of Oromdale." They were at dinner, every »mm, When great Montrose upon them c a m ; A second battle then began, Upon the haughs of Gromdale. The Grant, Mackenzie, and M'Kay, Soon as Montrose they did espy, 0 then, they fought most valiantly! Upon the haughs of Gromdale. The M'Donalds they returri'd again, The Camerons did their standard join, Mcintosh play'd a bloody game Upon the haughs of Gromdale. The M'Gregors fought like lions bold, M'Phersons, none could them controul, M'Lauchlans fought like loyal souls, Upon the haughs of Cromdale. M'Leans, M'Dougals, and M'Neils, So boldly as they took the field, And made their enemies to yield, Upon the haughs of Cromdale. The Gordons boldly did advance The Frasers fought with sword and lance, The Grahams'they made the heads to danoe, Upon the ha i hs of'Cromdak. �The loyal Stewarts, with Montrose, So boldly set upon their foes, And brought them down with Highland1 blows, Upon the haughs of Cromdale, Of twenty thousand, Cromwell's men, Five hundred fled to Aberdeen, The rest of them lie 011 the plaiii, Upon the haughs of Cromdale. LORD L O V E L . stands at his stable door, Mounted upon a grey steed ; And bye came Ladie Nanciebel, And wish'd Lord Lovel much speed. LORD LOVF.L " 0 wh'ar are you going, Lord LoVel, 9 My dearest tell to me V <{ O I am going a far journey, Some far countrie to see ; But I'll return in seven long years, Lady Nanciebel to see." " 0 ! seven, seven, seven long years, They are much too long for me," 44 He has gane a year away, A year but barely ane, When a strange fancy came into his head, That fair Nanciebel was gane. �8 It's then he rade, and better rade, Until he cam to the toun, And there he heard a dismal noise, For the church bells a* did soun' He asked what the bells rang for, T h e j said, " Its for Nanciebel: She died for a discourteous squire, And his name is Lord LoveL" The lid o' the coffin he opened up, The linens he faulded doun ; And aye he kiss'd her pale, pale lips, And the tears cam trickling doun. " Weel may I kiss those pale pale lips, For they will never kiss me ;— I'll mak a vow, and keep it true, That they'll ne'er kiss ane but thee." Lady Nancie died on Tuesday nicht, Lord Lovel upon the neist day ; Lady Nancie died for pure pure love, Lord Lovel, for deep sorray. � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 026: Title-page illustration of a Highland soldier in a kilt and plaid socks holding an upright rifle in a outdoor scene. A door in background is imprinted with the letter "V". Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Four Excellent Songs. Jack Robinson. The girl I left behind me. Lord Lovel. The Haughs of Cromdale. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9943830893505154">s0615b33</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Jack Robinson. The girl I left behind me. Lord Lovel. The Haughs of Cromdale. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1840-1850?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 14 cm Description An account of the resource 32 printed at the bottom of the title-page. Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Jacobites War Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Courtship and Marriage Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks&nbsp;</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland&nbsp;</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Accrual Method The method by which items are added to a collection. Purchased through the Jane Grier Family Trust. 2012. Language A language of the resource English Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Fashion (Clothing): feather bonnet Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire Fashion (Clothing): kilt Fashion (Clothing): military Fashion (Clothing): sporran Gender: man/men Occupation: soldier Outdoor Scene Weapons: gun(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/2e3b7eae204c1118da7c05399f3cb79d.pdf 83193e2febc8060c58a9f35ea6c49e30 PDF Text Text SIR JAMES THE ROSE, AN OLD SCOTTISH Tragic Song. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS, 11. �SIR JAMES THE ROSE. Of all the Scottish northern chiefs Of high and warlike name, The bravest was Sir James the Rose, A knight of meikle fame. His growth was like a youthful oak; That crowns the mountain's b r o w . And waving o'er his shoulders broad His locks of yellow flew. Wide were his fields, his herds were large And large his flocks of sheep, And numerous were his goats Upon the mountain steep. The chieftain of the good clan Rose, A firm and warlike band, Five hundred warriors drew the sword Beneath his high command. In bloody fight thrice had he stood, Against the English keen, Ere two and twenty opening springs The blooming youth had seen. The fair Matilda dear he lov'd, A maid of beauty rare ; Even Margaret, on the Scottish throne, Was never half so fair. �3 Long had he woo'd, long she refused, With seeming scorn and pride; Yet oft her eyes confess'd the love Her fearful words denied. At length she blessed his well-tried love, Allow'd his tender claim; She vow'd to him her tender heart, And own'd an equal flame. Her father, Buchan's cruel lord, Their passion disapprov'd; He bade her wed Sir John the Græme, And leave the youth she lov'd. One night they met as they were wont, Deep in a shady w o o d ; Where on the bank, beside the burn, A blooming saugh tree stood, Conceal'd among the underwood The crafty Donald lay, The brother of Sir John the Graeme, To watch what they might say: When thus the maid began, My sire Our passion disapproves; He bids me wed Sir John the Graeme, So here must end our loves. M y father's will must be obey'd, Nought boots me to withstand; Some fairer maid in beauty's bloom, Shall bless thee with her hand. Soon will Matilda be forgot, And from thy mind effac'd; �But may that happiness be thine Which I can never taste; What do I hear ? is this thy vow ? Sir James the Rose replied; And will Matilda wed the Graeme, Though sworn to be my bride ? His sword shall sooner pierce my heart Than 'reave me of thy charms ; And clasp'd her to his throbbing breast , Fast lock'd within his arms. I spoke to try thy love, she said, I'll ne'er wed man but thee; The grave shall be my bridal bed, If Græme my husband be. Take then, dear youth, this faithful kiss In witness of my troth; And every plague become my lot, That day I break my oath. They parted thus—the sun was set— Up hasty Donald flies; And turn thee, turn thee, beardless youth He loud insulting cries. Soon turned about the fearless Chief, And soon his sword he drew; For Donald's blade before his breast, Had pierced his tartans through. This for my brother's slighted love, His wrongs sit on my arm— Three paces back the youth retir'd, And sav'd himself from harm. �5 Returning swift, his sword he rear'd Fierce Donald's head above ; And through the brain, and crashing bone. The furious weapon drove. Life issued at the wound—he fell A lump of lifeless clay ; So fall my foes, quoth valiant Rose, And stately strode away. Through the green wood in haste he pass'd Unto Lord Buchan's hall— Beneath Matilda's window stood, And thus on her did call: Art thou asleep, Matilda dear, Awake, my love ! awake; Behold thy lover waits without, A long farewell to take. For I have slain fierce Donald Graeme, His blood is on my sword; And far, far distant are my men, Nor can defend their lord. T o Skye I will direct my flight, Where my brave brothers bide; And raise the mighty of the Isles, To combat on my side. O do not so, the maid replied, With me till morning stay ; For dark and dreary is the night, And dang'rous is the way. All night I'll watch you in the park, My faithful page I'll send, �6 In haste to raise the brave clan Rose, Their master to defend. He laid him down beneath a bush, And wrapp'd him in his plaid— While trembling for her lover's fate, A t distance stood the maid. Swift ran the page o'er hill and dale, Till, in a lonely glen, He met the furious Sir John Graeme, With twenty of his men. Where goest thou, little page, he said, So late ? who did thee send ?— I g o to raise the brave clan Rose, Their master to defend. For he has slain fierce Donald Graeme, His blood is on his sword; And far, far distant are his men, N o r can assist their lord. And has he slain my brother dear, The furious chief replies; Dishonour blast my name but he By me ere morning dies. Say, page, where is Sir James the Rose ? I will thee well reward— H e sleeps into Lord Buchan's park, Matilda is his guard. They spurred their steeds and furious flew, Like lightning o'er the lee; They reach'd Lord Buchan's lofty tow'rs, By dawning of the day. �7 Matilda stood without the gate, Upon a rising ground— And watch'd each object in the dawn, All ear to every sound. Where sleeps the Rose? began the Graeme, Or has the felon fled ? This hand shall lay the wretch on earth By whom my brother bled. And now the valiant knight awoke, The virgin shrieking heard ; Straight up he rose and drew his sword, When the fierce band appeared. Your sword last night my brother slew, His blood yet dims its shine; And e'er the sun shall gild the morn, Your blood shall reek on mine. Your words are brave the chief returned, But deeds approve the man ; Set by your men, and hand to hand, W e ' l l try what valour can. With dauntless step he forward strode, And dared him to the fight; The Graeme gave back : he feared his arm, For well he knew his might. Four of his men, the bravest four Sunk down beneath his sword; But still he scorned the poor revenge, And sought their haughty lord. Behind him basely came the Graeme, And pierced him in the side; �8 Out spouting came the purple stream, And all his tartans dyed. But yet his hand dropped not the sword. N o r sunk he to the ground— Till through his enemy's heart the steel Had forced a mortal wound. Græme, like a tree by wind o'erthrown, Fell breathless on the clay! And down beside him sank the And faint and dying lay. Rose Matilda saw and fast she ran— O spare his life, she cried— Lord Buchan's daughter begs his life, Let her not be denied. Her well-known voice the hero heard, He rais'd his death-clos'd eyes; H e fix d them on the weeping maid, And weakly thus replies : In vain Matilda begs a life, By death's arrest denied; My race is run—adieu my love, Then closed his eyes and died. The sword yet warm from his left side. With frantic hand she drew; I come, Sir James the Rose, she cried, I come to follow you. The hilt she lean'd against the ground. And bar'd her snowy breast; Then fell upon her lover's face, And sunk to endless rest. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/830e07d0f4ee1461e8bedf1c8a78c86c.jpg 04970585bef446d7a75a81df6ccf75ed Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3012 Width 1828 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut on title-page portraying a man wearing a hat, kilt, and plaid socks holding an upright rifle. To his left is a door marked with the letter V Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource Sir James the rose, an old Scottish tragic song Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Courtship and Marriage Highlands War Description An account of the resource '11' is printed at the bottom of the title-page Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923416743505154">s0153b19</a> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Isle of Skye, Scotland Abstract A summary of the resource. A tragic love song about the romance between a highland chieftain, Sir James the Rose, and the fair Matilda, the daughter of the Lord Buchan. When Matilda’s father discovers her love for Sir James, he does not approve of the match and instead bids that she wed Sir John the Graeme. When she goes to tell her lover, they vow to wed anyway, which is overheard by Donald, Graeme’s brother, who then attacks James. In defending himself, James kills Donald. When he tries to flee to Skye to rouse the clan Rose, Matilda bids him to wait and sleep in the park instead where she can watch over him and sends a page instead to find his kin. The page is captured by the Graeme on his way where he discloses the plan and location of Sir James. Graeme attacks James with twenty men but James defends himself valiantly, slaying several of the knights as well as the Graeme himself, although he himself is mortally wounded in the process. As James dies, Matilda commits suicide by throwing herself on James’ sword as well. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <a href="http://www.lib.uoguelph.ca/find/find-type-resource/archival-special-collections/scottish-studies">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a> Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 14 cm Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs biography Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Bruce, Michael, 1746-1767 # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): feather bonnet Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire Fashion (Clothing): kilt Fashion (Clothing): military Fashion (Clothing): sporran Gender: man/men Occupation: soldier Outdoor Scene Weapons: gun(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8d9380d55c332591430ba8e53d9a17d0.jpg e32c68b335c29afde46fa6beaa5f9e16 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut on title-page portraying a man wearing a hat, kilt, and plaid socks holding an upright rifle. To his left is a door marked with the letter V https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/04173de2230ee97b8691b56ec3e8ff6b.pdf b6f5cabe7a639a6fe3a2274f08150103 PDF Text Text THE BATTLE OP PHILIPHAUQH; TOGETHER WITH THE BATTLE OF LOUBONHILL, AND AUCHINDOWN, GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 80. �THE BATTLE OF PHILIPHAUGH. On Pliiliphaugh a fray began, At Hairhead wood it ended ; The Scots out o'er the Graemes they ran, Sae merrily they bended. Sir David frae the border came, W i ' heart an' hand came he ; Wi' him three thousand bonnie Scots, To bear him company. W i ' him three thousand valiant men, A noble sight to see! A cloud o' mist them weel concealed, As close as e'er might be. When they came to the Shaw burn, Said he, " Sae weel we frame, I think it is convenient, That we should sing a psalm." When they came to the Lingly burn, As day-light did appear, They spy'd an aged father, And he did draw t. em near. �" Come hither, aged father!" Sir David he did cry, " And tell me where Montrose lies, With all his great army. " But, first, you must come tell to me. If friends or foes you be ; I fear you are Montrose's men, Come frae the north country." " No, we are nane o' Montrose's men, Nor e'er intend to be ; I am Sir David Lesly, That's speaking unto thee." " If you're Sir David Lesly, As I think weel ye be, < I'm sorry ye ha'e brought so few Into your company. There's fifteen thousand armed men, Encamped on yon lee ; Ye'll never be a bite to them, For aught that I can see. 44 " But, halve your men in equal parts, Your purpose to fulfil; Let ae half keep the water side, The rest gae round the hill. " Your nether party fire must, Then beat a flying drum; And then they'll think the day's their ain, And frae the trench they 11 come. �4 " Then, those that are behind them maun Gi'e shot, baith grit and sma'; And so, between your armies twa, Ye may make them to fa'." " 0 were ye ever a soldier ? " Sir David Lesly said; " 0 yes; I was at Solway flow, Where we were all betray'd. " Again I was curst at Dunbar, And was a pris'ner ta'en : And many a weary night and day, In prison I lia'e lien." " If ye will lead these men aright, Rewarded shall ye be ; But, if that ye a traitor prove, I'll hang thee on a tree." " Sir, I will not a traitor prove ; Montrose has plundered me ; I'll do my best to banish him Away frae this country." He halv'd his men in equal parts, His purpose to fulfil; The one part kept the water side, The other gaed round the hill. The nether party fired brisk, Then turn'd and seem'd to rin; And then they a' came frae the trench, And cry'd, " The day's our ain!" �5 The rest then ran into the trench, And loos'd their cannons a ' ; And thus, betweeen his armies twa, He made them fast to fa'. Now, let us a' for Lesly pray, And his brave company! For they ha'e vanquish'd great Montrose, Our cruel enemy. T H E B A T T L E OF LOUDON-HILL. marvel when I tell ye o* Our noble Burly, and his train ; When last he march'd up thro' the land, Wi' sax-and-twenty westland men. YOU'L Than they I ne'er o' braver heard, For they had a* baith wit and skill; They proved right well, as I heard tell. As they cam* up o'er Loudon-hill. Weel prosper a' the gospel lads, That are into the west countrie ; Ay wicked Claver'se to demean, And ay an ill dead may he die! For he's drawn up i' battle rank, An' that baith soon and hastilie ; But they wha live till simmer come, Some bludie days for this will see. s �6 But up spak' cruel Claver'se then, W i ' hastie wit, an' wicked skill; " G i ' e fire on yon westlan' men ; I think it is my sov'reign's will." But up bespake his cornet, then, " It's be wi' nae consent o' me! I ken I'll ne'er come back again, An* mony mae as weel as me. '* There is not ane of a' yon men, But wha is worthy other three ; There is na ane amang them a', That in his cause will stap to die. " An' as for Burly, him I knaw ; He's a man of honour, birth, an' fame Gi'e him a sword into his hand, He'll fight thysel' an' other ten." But up spake wicked Claver'se then, I wat his heart it raise fu' hie! And he has cry'd that a' might hear, " Man, ye ha'e sair deceived me. " I never ken'd the like afore, Na, never since I came frae hame, That you sae cowardly here .suld prove, An' yet come of a noble Graeme." But up bespake his cornet, then, 44 Since that it is your honour's will, Mysel' shall be the foremost man, That shall gi'e fire on Loudon-liill. �r» 4 " At your command 1*11 lead them on, But yet wi' nae consent o' me ; F o r Weel I ken I'll ne'er return, A n d mony mae as weel as me." Then up he drew in battle rank; I wat he had a bonnie train! But the first time that bullets flew, Ay he lost twenty o' his men. Then back he came the way he gaed, I wat right soon and suddenly! He gave command amang his men, And sent them back, and bade them flee. Then up came Burly, bauld an' stout, W i s little train o' Westland men ; Wha inair than either aince or twice In Edinburgh confined had been. They ha'e been up to London sent, An' yet they're a' come safely flown ; Sax troop o' horsemefc they ha'e beat, And chased them into Glasgow town. AUCHINDOWN. AT Auchindown, the tenth of June, Sae merry blythe, and gay. Sir, Each lad and lass did fill a glass. And drink a health that day, Sir �8 We drank a health, and nae by stealth, 'Mang kimmers bright and lordly: " King James the Eighth! for him we'll'fight, And down wi' cuckold Geordie!" We took a spring, and danc'd a fling, And wow but we were vogie! We didna fear, though we lay near The Campbells, in Stra'bogie ; Nor yet the loons, the black dragoons, At Fochabers a-raising: If they durst come, we'd pack them home, And send them to their grazing. We fear'd no harm, and no alarm, No word was spoke of dangers; We join'd the dance, and kiss'd the lance, And swore us foes to strangers, To ilka name that dar'd disclaim Our Jamie and his Charlie. " King James the Eighth! for him we'll fight, And down the cuckold carlie!" � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 026: Title-page illustration of a Highland soldier in a kilt and plaid socks holding an upright rifle in a outdoor scene. A door in background is imprinted with the letter "V". Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Battle of Philiphaugh; together with the Battle of Loudon-Hill, and Auchindown. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Battle of Loudon-Hill Auchindown Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9934228133505154">s0585b36</a> Description An account of the resource 80 printed at the foot of the title page Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per National Library of Scotland Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource War Covenanters Philiphaugh, Battle of, Scotland, 1645 Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): feather bonnet Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire Fashion (Clothing): kilt Fashion (Clothing): military Fashion (Clothing): sporran Gender: man/men Indoor Scene Occupation: soldier Weapons: gun(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/611cfc4b2cbbb75621f0ecb9e28892d2.pdf 401e661eedae1df91e0d43f18f0062d8 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/885f256955fec13f8ee7771a1b209612.jpg 48a41a94b9c4e8f662e78e48b033d11a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 026: Title-page illustration of a Highland soldier in a kilt and plaid socks holding an upright rifle in a outdoor scene. A door in background is imprinted with the letter "V". Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Battle of Roslin. And, John Highlandman’s remarks on Glasgow Subject The topic of the resource Highlands War Roslin, Battle of, Scotland, 1303 Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923267913505154">s0066Fb12</a> '23' is printed at the foot of the title page Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Roslin, Scotland Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. John Highlandman’s remarks on Glasgow Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Abstract A summary of the resource. The first song is a celebration of the Battle of Roslin, which took place in 1303, presumably in celebration of the 500 year anniversary of the battle. The song celebrates the bravery of the Scots who overcome 3 to 1 odds and route the English, featuring a romanticized depiction of medieval Scots fighting in tartan plaid and bonnets. The second song is a humorous account of a Highlander who visits Glasgow and sees many fantastic but ridiculous sights there, from a hanging, to the devil, to the fashions of people attending a sermon. Battle of Roslin (<span>Wikepedia entry)</span>: The Battle of Roslin was a battle of the First War of Scottish Independence, taking place on 24 February 1303 at Roslin, Scotland. It is the subject of an extremely highly coloured account written by Walter Bower in the mid-15th century which bears no relationship to the contemporary evidence. The battlefield is currently under research to be inventoried[1] and protected by Historic Scotland under the Scottish Historical Environment Policy of 2009... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Roslin Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/ Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs wit & humor # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): feather bonnet Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire Fashion (Clothing): kilt Fashion (Clothing): military Fashion (Clothing): sporran Gender: man/men Outdoor Scene Weapons: gun(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/6c649b0b64226b7412065d1e52fa510d.jpg efc11455a2ceb84dd0b4351f9a3560f3 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3190 Width 1940 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut on title-page portraying a man wearing a hat, kilt, and plaid socks holding an upright rifle. To his left is a door marked with the letter V https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/421a8ca0eec46db5aed02673f0b3d9f0.pdf e2fd655504777c8f18d92c65459da115 PDF Text Text THE Ilanglis of Crumdel. THE CHARMING WIDOW. I'VE DREAMT THAT THOU ART FADING. LOVE, AND OUR OCJBAN HOME. YOU'LL FIND NO CHANGE IN ME. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR TIIE BOOKSELLERS. 17. �It J»ii«tiri3 1® ml SONGS. d A I TtfA UOHT TAHT TMASHd THE HAUGHS OF CRUMDBL. As I came in by Aucliendown, A very wee bit frae the town, I'll to the Highlands I was bound. To view the Haughs of CrumdeL CHORUS. Sing tanteradel, tanteradel, Unto the Highlands 1 was bound, To view the Haughs of Crumdel. • I met a man in tartan trews, I spier'd at him what was the news, Says he, the Highland army rues That e'er they came to Crumdel. Sing, &c. Lord Livingston rode from Inverness, Our Highland lads for to distress; And has put us a' in a sad mess, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel. Sing, &c. �3 The English General he did say, We'll give the Highland lads fair play : We'll sound our trumpets, and giye huzza, And waken them at Crumdel. Sing, <fcc. 8ays Livingston, I hold it best To catch them lurking in their nest; The Highland lads we will distress, And hough them down at Crumdel. Sing, &e. So they were in their beds, sir, every one, When the English army on them came, And a bloody battle soon began, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel. Sing, &c. The English horse they were so rude, Tliey bath'd their hoofs in Highland blood Our noble clans they firmly stood, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel. Sing, &c. But our noble clans they could not stay. Out over the hills they ran away, And sore they do lament the day That ever they came to Crumdel. Sing, &e. Says great Montrose, I must not stay, Wilt thou direct the nearest way, Over the hills I'll go this day, And see the Haughs of Crumdel. Sing, �4 Alas my lord, you are not strong, You have scarcely got two thousand men, There's twenty thousand on the. plain, Lies rank and file in Crumdel. Sing, &c. Says great Montrose, I will not stay, So direct me to the nearest way, For over the hills I'll go this day, And see the Hauglis of Crumdel. Sing, &c. They were at dinner every man, When great Montrose upon them came, And a second battle soon began Upon the Haughs of Crumdel. Sing, &c. | The Grants, M'Kenzies, and M'Kay, As soon as Montrose they did espy, . They stood and fought most, manfully, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel Sing, &c. The M'Donalds they return'd again, ^ The Camerons did their standard join, M'Intoshes play'd a bonny game Upon the Haughs of Crumdel. Sing, &c. The M'Phersons fought like, lions bold, M'Gregors none could them control, M'Laughlans fought like valiant souls Upon the Haughs of Crumdel. jy sing, &c. �M'Leans, M'Dougels, and M'Neil, So bolcllj as they took the field, And made their enemies to yield Upon the Haughs of Crumdel. Sing, &c. The Gordons boldly did advance, The Frazers fought with sword and lance, The Grahams made their heads to dance Upon the Haughs of Crumdel. Sing, &c. The royal Stewarts and Munroes, So boldly as they faced their foes, And brought them down by hand and blows^ Upon the Haughs of Crumdel. Sing, &c. Out of twenty thousand Englishmen, Five hundred fled to Aberdeen, The rest of them they all lay slain Upon the Haughs of Crumdel. , Sing, &c YOU'LL FIND NO CHANGE IN ME. O, when I was, a younker, A maid would marry me, And often-times I drunk her, In toasts of three times three. �6 She said, were I extravagant, She never could agree ; Do you take me for a vagabond ? You'll find no change in me, You'll find no change in me. So quickly we got married, As many mad folks do ; And the priest swore we were only one, Though I swore we were two. lie talk'd about living happily, And then he ask'd his fee ; Kind man, said I, be not absurd, You'll find no change in me ; You'll find no change in me. A month had scarcely wander'd past, When my poor Sue did die, And no one ever wept so fast, Or sadly as did I. The Undertaker did the rest, With him I did agree ; And he and all have since confesvd, They found no change in me ; They found no change in me. THE CHARMING WIDOW. I'm a charming widow now, In age just twenty-two, And being rid of my former vow, New lovers come here to woo. �There's many a one with flattering tongue, Of high and of low degree ; But he that is both merry and young Is the brisk young man for me. There's, &c. Last time I wed a husband old, About fourscore or more ; But then his purse was lin'd with gold. Which woman-kind adore. He's dead and gone to his narrow home, So then let him quiet be ; And now my heart is free to roam, So a brisk young man for me. There's, be. I'VE DREAMT THAT THOU ART FADING. 1 've dreamt that thou art fading. If thou'rt fading, love, for me— O resume thy early beauty, For I am not false to thee. The feelings that pervade thee, May have touch'd this heart as. sore ; Yet thy charms have ever bade me Behold thee, and adore. Fve mov'd among the many Who were beautiful and gay, And since last mine eyes beheld thee, I have wander'd far away. �8 Yet among each joyous circle, O my heart returnTd to thee— All was cheerless, all was sunless, For thou wert not there with'me; LOVE, AND OUR OCEAN HOME, Our home is amid the sea, Where the billows roll proudly and dark ; Our course and our thoughts are free, are free As the breezes that waft our bark ; And while, with the best of the brave, On our pathless domain we roam, The song that swells far on the wave, Is " Love, and our ocean home." 'IHsnrght in our sea-girt isle, And gaily the goblet goes round, But soon merry morn shall smile, shall smile, And away to battle we bound. And when from the deeds of our fams We dance o'er the crested foam, Our fondest song, and our proudest theme, Is *4 Love, and our ocean Home," � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 026: Title-page illustration of a Highland soldier in a kilt and plaid socks holding an upright rifle in a outdoor scene. A door in background is imprinted with the letter "V". Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Haughs of Crumdel. The charming widow. I've dreamt that thou art fading. Love, and our ocean home. You'll find no change in me. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per National Library of Scotland Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923327193505154">s0390b04</a> '17' is printed at the foot of the title page Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Glasgow, Scotland Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The charming widow I've dreamt that thou art fading Love, and our ocean home You'll find no change in me Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. 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Wlia wi* Will could riii or wrastle, Throw the sledge d#t!>ssf tgie bar, 4> C Hap what would* he stood a castle, Or for safety or for Wa?. # % % v^ll C W a r m his he ait/ and mild as tnarifu, ^ W i ' the hauld he bauld could be 5 \ But to friends wha had {ftfjjjjbhldfii} % f, Purse ^tid service aye-war free* W h a n he first saw JedhJfe Miller, W h a wi* leaftie could compare ? * Tliousands had.maiE braws and siller, B u t was ony half so Talr ? Kind and gentle wWiiQf naiitfe ; & A t jlk |}lace she kjre the bell, 1 Vi if Sic a bloom, and shape, and stature ! B u t her look nae tongue can tell J S F\ <|| 1 S •f 1 :m M M <$.; ^ i �Sic was Jean, { whan \\ r ill first Flawing Spied her 16ri a 'piillwartl Inwig^ Flew like fire, and, just when fa'irig. Kept her on his manly breast. Light he fe^Wpf,' ^ a l ^ a ^ a ^ ^ ^ i ^ Q Cross the meadow fragrant, green, t ; Placed her on the new mowai rashgs*Watching sad Her opening eert. ( ! Sic was Will, >vheit poor .Teanf |§}$iij»g* Drap into a lover's arms; ,, ' , . Wakened to his £aft lamenting, -f, > Sighed and Unshed a thousand charms. Soon they loo'd, and soon was hucldeA Nane took tirne to think and rue; Ytm^l and wqrth, and beaufcy> coupled, had titter l e s s \ o do. r r r„ hellevin) yeib nO. Thre^^Hcirt yfcahf flew by fu' cautf^ ; Jeaif* arid Will 'thought then! biit ane;; Hkh day brought joy and pleijLty, ,t , | Ilka year a daitity wean. Will wrought sair, but aye wi? pleasure ; Jean the hale day span and sang * ; Will atid weans her constant treasure, Blest wi' them, nae day seemed lang. • , .. , z'sJv/ # otwod B fll Trig her house, and 0I11 to busk. aye; Hk sweet bairri was A?fyerpride* ^ But at this time N E W S and W H l § K Y Sprang iiafc tip at ilk road side. �4 Luckless was the hour whan Willie. Hame returning frae the fair, O'ertook Tam, a neebour billie, Sax miles frae their hame and mair Simmer's heat had lost its fury; Calmly smiled the sober e'en, Lasses on the bleachfield hurry, Skelping barefit owre the green : Labour rang wi* laugh and clatter, Canty hairst was just begun, And on mountain, tree, and water, Gljnted saft the setting sun. 1 •&nru.i/•'• ' ' Will and Tam, wi' hearts a' louping, Mark't the hale, but could nae bide; F a r frae hame, nae time for sioppiiig,—Baith wished for their ain R e side, On they travelled, warm and drouthy, Cracking owre the npws in town ; The mair they crack't, the mair ilk youth aye Prayed for drink to >V£sJti. news do Wit. Fortune, wha but seldom listens , XtPftdcte M&x:ft?'s modest prayer^ And on foofe pofirs needless blessings, Hearkened to our drouthy pair. In a howm, wha's bonny burmg. | 10X[ <oWf Whimpering rQwed its crystal flood^f]] Near the road wliW travellers turn aye, Neat and biejd a cot-house stood j ^ v �5 White the wa's wi' roof new theekit, Window broads just painted red ; Lown 'mang trees and braes it reekit, Haflins seen and haflins hid. Down below a flowery meadow Joined the burnie's winding line Here it was that H O W E the widow That same day set up her sign.^ Brattling down the brae, and near its Bo t to in, Will first marvelling sees, " PORTER, A L E , & BRITISH S P I R I T S , " Painted bright between twa treesi Huzza, Taii}iI here's walth for drinking: W h a can this new comer be ? Hout, quo Tam, there's drouth in: thinking, Let's in, Will, and syne we'll see. Nae mair time they tool? to speak or Think of ought but reaming jugs, Till three times in humming liquor, Ilk lad deeply laid his lugs. Slockened now, refreshed and talking, In cam Meg (weel skilled to please), Sirs, ye're surely tired wi"' walking, Ye maun taste my bread and cheese. Thanks, quo Will, I canna tarry, Pick-mirk night is setting in ; Jean, p'uir thing's her lane and eery— I maun to the road and riu. �6 Haat, quo Tam, what's a* the huttfyK Hame's npw scarce a mile of gate— Come, sit down, Jean winna wearier Hout, I'm sura it's no sae late Will owrecjtfiafc wif Tairi's oration Baith fell ibo and ate their fill; Tam,vq.uO Will, in mere discreti^ii^ W e inan® Hae th&. widfew'g giBi ^ After ae gill cam aiiither— fil 1 ^ Meg sati cracking 'tween th^fl Cwa; Bang- cam; m Mat Smith arfd's Mihe^,^ Geqrdie Brawn and Sandib ^Sti&w. :N^ebt>urs whs ne'er thotighfrni&Im^hfere, Now skt dawn wi' ckuMe flee, Hfc gUL aye grehv • s week and sweeter, f 0 5 i Will gat hame 'tweeft W a tferee. Jean, piiir fhing/ Wd lang^ Been greeting; Will, niest morning blathed Tan* Lowes, 1 But ere langan owkly Meeting 0 W a s set ap at M%gle f 5SbWe^. Maist things hae a sma "beginning, B u t wfia kens how things ^ill end ? Owkly cliiJis are nae great sinning, a Giu folk' hae enough to spend. But nae man of sober thinking E'er will say that things' can thrive, If there's spent in owkly drinking W h a t keeps wife and weans alive. �Drir& maun, aye hae conversation, ' v ffia social r«»-:l allocs; V ' ., M t to this reforming nation" , 5 " ^ W f f i r a i P p a i r without; M W l f r s ? MaggV£ te^fe! bouji1 M iial i i p f Potind ere Jang the fault," and ae night .awe CMli l <f a n d g a t the W ^ M i M r 1 S # f t 1'iy N o u g h t s spring up like plants i r i ^ l i o u s e iLtety time tne news are read. Ilk a n ^ H f BVin "Jn.'! Things are no gaun riglit, quo Tain, > Let lis aitener meet thegither,. Twice % owk's iio worth ilie gauri ri . i •: .. sift raid wu3 t bee jthenVnow in grave convenfjvn,^ To make a'" things Square and t ven, Or r 4t least wi' firm intpntiqn V .ryf To drint sii1 nights out o' seven. " 'Mid this sitting up and dxinking. Gathering a' the news:that fell, ^Till, wlia ^Tasna yet 5 H a d some Battles w t hirn sel. y 4 Oti ae liandi Jnnk's: deadly poison". Bare ilk firm resolve awa ; j * j ~;., On the ither, Jean's condition ' Rave his very heart in twa. �8 W e e l he saw her smothered sorrow ; Weel he saw her bleaching cheek l Marked the smile he strave to borrow, W h a n , puir thing, she couldna speak. Jean, at first took little head o* Owkly clubs 'mang three or four, Thought, kind soul, that Will had need o* Heartsome hours when wark was owre. B u t whan now that nightly meetings* Sat and drank frae sax till twa, ; W h e n she found that hard earned gettings Now on drink war thrown awa; Saw her Will,'wha ance sae cheery Raise ilk morning wi' the lark, Now grown mauchless, dowf, and swear aye To look near his farm or wark; Saw him tyne his manly spirit, Healthy bloom and sprightly e'e ; And of love and hairie grown wearit, Nightly frap his family flee; W h a could blame her heart's complaining ; W h a condemn her sorrows meek, Or the tears that now ilk evening Bleached her lately, crimsoned cheek ? W i l l , wha lang had rued and swithered* ( A y e ashamed of past disgrace) ; Marked the roses as they withered Fast on J eanie's lovely face. �Marked, and felt wi1 inward racking A ' the wyte lay wi' himsel, Swore neist night he'd mak a breaking—• D—d the club and news to hell I But alas ! when habit's rooted Few hae pitli the root to p u ' ; Will's resolves were aye nonsuited,-— Promised aye—but aye gat f u \ Aye at first at the convening Moralized on what was right; Yet on clavers entertaining D m d and drank till broad day-light. • Things at length drew near an ending C*sh rins out—Jean quite unhappy, Sees that Will is now past mending Tynes a* heart, and taks a drappy. Jean, wha lately bare affliction W i ' sae meek and mild an air, Schooled by whisky, learns new tricks soon, Flytes, and storms, and rugs Will's hair, Jean, sae late the tenderest mither, Forid of ilk dear dauted wean ; Now heart-hardened athegither, Skelps them round frae morn till e'en. Jean, wha, vogie, locked to busk aye In her hame-spun, thrifty wark, Now sells a her braws for whisky, To her last gown, coat, and sark* �10 B a i t y Bam^j in mony a ditty* toudly sings in whisky's prain $ jSyeet his sang—the mair's die pity "©er on it he wared sic lays. Of a' the ills poor Caledonia Ever preed or e'er will taste, Brewed in hell's black Pan demon ia, Whisky's ill will skaith her maist. See them now ! how changed wi' drinMng A' their youthful beauty gane I Davered, doited, daized, and blinking, Worn to perfect skin and bane I In the cauld month of IvT«vember, " ( C i a ^ , ^ili cash, jind credit'put,) Cowering owre a dying ember, Wi* ilk face as white's a clouti ? I Bond, and bill, and debts a' stoppit, Ilka sheaf selt on the tent, (]^ttle, |ieds, and hlankits roupit Now, to pay the laird his rent. No anitlier night to lodge here, N o a friend their cause to plead J • l i e taen on to be a sodger, - ^ wo'M 0fis yn w a n s to beg h©r br*i& �Gil THE # £ I I O T OF THE • t Sandbar!- ? • •• ' •> • <• HISTORY . >YN; i OH ! t h a t folk wad weel consider W f i a t it is to tyne a riaine? W h a t - t h i s warrs^athegither, If bereft of honest fame! Poortith ne'er can bring dishonour . ^Hardships ne'er breed; sorrows sinart, ' I f bright conscience taks upon Jter T o shed sunshiny round the heart. B u t wi' a' that walth can borro w5 Guilty gliarae will look dpvyn ; W h a t maun then shame, want, ami sorrow Wandering sad frae town to town! Jeani^ Miller, ance sae cjieerie, i^nce sae happy, gnid, audjVir, Lpft by Will, neist morning djrourie T a k s the road of black despair; Cauld the blast, the day was sleeting, . Pouch and purse without a plaek, In ilk hand a bairnie greeting, And, the third tied on her back W a n hei;faq§i~ and lean apd haggard J Anpe §ae aonsiej ance gae ^weetl/ W h | t ix change !—unhpi^ed beggared ^ I r r y i n g ^ v i t l i q i i t : claise or �12 F a r frae ilk kent spot she wandered, Skulking llVe a guilty thief; Here and there uncertain daundered, Stupified wi' shame and grief. B u t soon shame for bygane errors, Fled owre fast for e'e to trace, "Whan grim death, wi' a his terrors, Cam owre ilk sweet bairnie's face. Spent wi' toil, and cauld, and hunger, Baith down drapt, and down Jean s a t ! Daized and doited now nae langer Thought and felt, hut bursting grafc. Gloaming fast wiVmirky shadow Crap owre distant hill and plain; Darkened wood, and glen, and meadow, Adding fearful thoughts to pain. Round and round, in wild distraction, Jeanie turned her tearful e'e Round and round for some protection ! Face nor house she couldna see. Dark and darker grew the night aye, Loud and sair the cauld winds thud $ Jean now spied a sma bit lightie Blinking through a distant wood. Up wi frantic haste she started, Cauld nor fear she felt nae mair $ Hope, for ae bright moment, darted Through the gloom of dark despair. �13 Fast owre fallowed lea she brattled,; Deep she wade through bog and burn, Sair wi' steep and craig she battled, Till she reached the hoped sojourn Proud 'mang scenes of Simple Nature, Stately, auld, a mansion stood On a bank, whase sylvan feature,''1 Smiled out ower the roaring flood. Simmer here, in varied beauty, Late her flowery man tie spread, W h a r auld chesnut, ake and yew tree Mingling, lent their friendly shade. Blasted now wi' W i n t e r s ravage, A' their gaudy livery cast, Wood and glen in' waitings'"savage. Sung and howled to ilka blast. Darkness stalked wi' fancy terror, Mountains moved and castle rocked, Jean, half dead wi' toil and horror/ Reached the door and loudly knocked W h a thus rudely waks the sleeping? Cried a voice wi' angry grane; Help I oh help ! quo Jeanie, weeping, Help my infants or they're garie. Nipt wi' cauld, wi' hunger fainting, Baith lay speechless on the lea ! Help ! quo Jeanie, loud lamenting, Help my lammies, or they'll die. �14 travels cauld and hungry, - W*' JOIMS faints sae late at jB'ew ? Beggars, cried the voice niair angry, l^eggeirs wi' their brats I ween. Beggars.np.w^.alasJ. wji^ lM^y-, ' Helpt the beggar and the poor; Fye, gu(Jem,an, cried ane discreetly, Tauiit, na poorti th at the door, Sic a night and tale thegither Plead for mair than anger's din; Rise Jock, cried the pitying mither, Rise and let the wretched in. Beggar now, alas ! wha lately Helpt the beggar and the poor i Enter, ^uo the yonth^discreetly, While up i flew the open dao£f Beggar, or what else, sad mourner. Enter without fear or dread ; Here, thank, God, there's aye a cornep r Tp defend the houseless head. For your bairnies cease repining ; v fX:\'/f I f fti life ye'11 see, them soon ; A ff he flew ; and brightly shin ing Through (fie da^k clouds, brak the moon. Here, for ae night's kind protection, t Leave Sye Jean and weans awhUe, Tracing Will iri| ilk direction, F a r fnie Britain's fostering isle.. , �Ip Far frae scenes of fastening,pleasure, LtiVe's delights and beauty's jcHarj^ p* Far frae^ friendship's social leisure, ^T^lunged in murdering W A l l ' s alarms. Is it nature, vice, or folly, Or ambition's feverish brain, That sae aft, wi' melancholy, Turns, sweet P E A C E ! thy joys tip fain. That wi! a' thy charms enticing rf • ^To the e'e and to the heart, (Ilk Endearing bliss despising), TMn^ts weak man frae .tMetopart.• flfiJi-J Or'! ti • -J no. Willie Gairlace, without siller, Credit, clase, or ought beside, ^eaves lift ance loved Jeanie "Millejr, [ bairns to warld wide.,' ; Leaves his native cozy dwelling, Sheltered haughs and birken braes, Grreeniwaird howes and dainty mailing Ance his prdflt/ pride, and praife§.: 4 Decked wi' ,scarlet, sword, and musket, D r u n ^ y ? dreams ft s fause its vkiii^"' Fleeclied "and flittered, roosed anfl biislnt, W\5W but T Will was \vondrous fain, JI T M'PPL V U ?•/ >!ooi ,00-/1 Rattling, roaring, swearing, drinking, How cotdd Thought her stMdn keep;** Drams and '^rufoiifihg' (fees to'thinkihjbr))rv Dnied Reflection fast asleep. �16 Bmt when shipt to toils and dangers, W i ' the cauld grund for his b e d Compassed round wi'faes and stranger% Soon Will's dreams of fancy fled. Led to battle's blood-dyed banners Waving to the widow's moan, W i l l saw Glory's boasted honours End in life's expiring groan. Round Valenciennes' strong walled City* Thick owre Dunkirk's fatal plain. W i l l (though dauntless) saw wi' pity, Britain's valiant sons lie slain. Fired by freedom's burning fever, Gallia's rack Death's slaughtering knell, Frae the Scheldt to Rhine's deep, river, Britons fought—but Britons fell. Fell unaided, though cemented By the faith of friendship's laws j Fell unpitied ! unlamented I Bluiding in a thankless cause. In the thrang of comrades deeing, Fighting foremost of them a', Swith ! Fate's winged ball cam fleeing, And took Willie's leg in twa. Thrice frae aff the grund he started, Thrice to stand he strave in vain, Thrice, as fainting strength departed, Sighed—and sank 'mid heaps of slain, �17 Erskine, wha ne'er slighted merit, Marked him 'mid the bloody fray ; Save that gallant daring spirit, 1 Twice he saved my life the day, * fast on battle raging,. T ed our stalwart youths awa, Day by day new faes engaging, Forced the weary back to fa'. Driven at last frae post to pillar, Left by friends wha ne'er proved true. Tricked by knaves wha poucliecl our siller, .J^fJiat could worn-out valour do ? Myriads 4ark, Jike gathering thunder,Bursting, spread owre land and sea ; Left alane> alas ! nae wonder Britain's sons were forced to flee. * V C. ' °" ' ' '• • Cross the W a r e and (Yssel frozen, .Deqp through bogs and drifted snaw, Wounded, weak, and spent, our chosen Gallant men now faint and fa. On, a cart wi5 comrades bluiding, . j Stiff wi' gore, and cauJd as clay, Without cover, bed, or bedding, • Five lang nights W i l l Gairlace lay. In a sick-house, damp and rianuw, (Left behind, wi' hundred mair,) See W i l l neist, in pain and sorrow, Wasting on a bed of care. �Ite Wounds, arid paiii^ and; til; Doctors curo«I wi' healing art Cured, alas ! but never, never, Cooled the fever at his hearts For, whan a' war sound and sleopihgV' Still and on, baith ear and lafc, Will in briny grief lay steeping, 'U Mourning owre liS hapless" M e . * A ' liis gowden prospects vanished, A fek'U^a^a / l ^ ^ d ^ A ^ t ^ i Jiewl . liio g!Aii/i/Oii-iit? jjiianLum^ uaxiioiiuu, h T Will^btild 1 tlifrik of ndi^Kt btWWme. ' Kural labour, rural ploys ; F a r frae carnage, bluid, and riot, ; n W a r , arid m 2 i i a Back to Britain's fertile garden, ' • Will's returned (exchanged for fires), Wi 5 ae leg, and no a farden, Friend or creffit; nieat cHr claiseV U f ' Lang through country, burgh, and city Crippling on a wooden leg, Gathering alms frae melting pity, See poor'Gairkce forced to beg.J Placed at length on Chelsea's bounty, Now" to lariger beg Uiinfcs sh^iji^, } . Dreams' anee mair of smiling plenty, Dreams of former joys, and liifeffe/ * �W H a m e r a h d & its fond attractions, Fast to Will's warm ljo^om fleer f Wliild; the though is of deflr eonpeetio^ ^ Swell "his feart and' Wmd his t ^ M ^ Monste¥-P wha cMd ] ike ne?p&£eif Tkree stoa' infants and & Wffe/\ ; ? n a J Naked, starving, unprotected, "iko'l 8VS Them too 'dearer airee than <2 Villain! w h k ^ P g r a c e s 11 Changed1 hek*'FFIFFTCR^elailcholy^ M 1 Reggar y^ ^ - ^ j f e M i $ $ $ JB Starting; flikrdti&ftj'1 Crushed w i ' " g r i e F ^ e r t t ^ l b a y p Up h e B a n g e d / d ^ ^ ^ m ^ t e S ^ 7 ^ Sad and siletft Sometimes briskly, sometimes flaggin ' Sometimes helpit/ Will gat-forth, - \ On a carl' 6r iii a Waggon / ^ ' hsfmno^/ Hirplin^ ayfet$#ards th& - ii cMli. Tired at ^eniri^/ ifefprping h M y , ; i r ; G s ' Pondering oh Ms thra^ard fate, ' : In the boiiiiy : month-rf July, 1 ; : ^ <; "Willie, ' Aft the southland b r e e z e W a w i i i g , *7 SwTeetly si ghecHhe green ake'Vood, Loud the din of streams fast fd'ifig, Strack the ear wi* thundering thud; �20 Ewes and lambs on braes ran bleating, Linties sang on ilka tree, Frae the west the sun, near setting, Flamed on Roslin's towers sae hie. Roslin's toners and braes sae bonny, Craigs and water, woods and glen, Roslin's Ibanks ! unpeered by ony, Save the muse's Hawthorn den. Ilka sound and charm delighting, Will (though hardly fit to gang,), Wandered onfthrough scenes inviting, Listening to the mavis' sang. Faint at length, the day fast closing, On- a fragrant strawberry steep, Esk s sweet strea.ni to rest composing, Wearied ^ f a t u r e drapt asleep. Soldier, rise ! the dews of e'ening Gathering, fa' wi' deadly skaith I Wounded soldier ! if complaining Sleep nae here to catch your death. Traveller, waken !-—night advancing, - Cleeds wi' gray the neebouring hill; Lambs nae mair on knowes are dancing A ' the woods are mute and still. W h a t hae cried Willie, waking, W h a t hae I frae night to dree P Morn, through clouds in splendour breaking Light's nae brightning hope to me. �21 House nor hame, nor farm nor steading, Wife nor bairns hae I to see, House nor hame, nor bed nor bedding, ) W h a t hae I frae night to dree ? Sair, alas ! and sad arid pianyv Are the ills poor mortals share, Yet, though hame nor bed ye hae nae, Yield nae, Soldier, to despair. What's this If Hope's See, though Yon sma- life, sae vvae and weatie, brightning beams should fail night comes, dark and'eerie, cot-light cheers the dale. There, though walth and waste ne'er tiot, Humbler joys their comforts shed, Labour—health—content and quiet-— Mourner ! there ye'se get a, bed. Wife 'tis true, wi' bairnies smiling, There, alas ! ye need nae seek~ T . Yet their Bairns* ilk care beguiling', ml" > Paint wi' smiles a mither's cheek. A' her earthly pride and plga^ure Left to cheer her widow'd lot, . A ' her warldly walth and treasure To adorn her lanely cot {. Cheer, then, Soldier, midst affliction Brightning joys will aften shine ; Vttttae aye claims Heaven's protection Trust to providence divine I r y: : �22 Sweet as RosebarikVwoods and rivet Cool, wheii simmerV sunbeams dart, Cam ilk word, and cooled the fever That lang'burned at Willies heart. Silent stept he on, poor fallow, Listening to his guide before, Owre green know and gowany hallow, Till they reached the cot-houge door. Laigh it was; yet sweet, though fumble; Decked wi' hinnysuckle rdund; Clear below Esk's waters ru mble, v Deep glens murmuring back tlie sound. MelvilTs towers, <&e" white and stately, Dim by gldaming glint to view; Thro' Lasstoade's dark woods keek sweetly, Skies fei y tiri$ : BR %ae 1>lu6f Entering now in trarispoft mingle, Mither fMd } and \^eanl . XFJ C • I. round aTLIJ ' mgle. I • >I capty omiling Blessing on a cleah heartli stane.' Soldier, welc&ne !-Tcome, be cheery-?—i Here yese rest, and take your bed-, , Faint, \vae£ fne! ye seem, and weary, Pale's your cnt&k, sae lately red. Changed l a m , sighed Willie till her; Changed, nae doubt, as changed can.be5 Yet, alas! does Jeanie Miller Nought of Willie Gairiace see ? JO 1 �23 Hae ye marked th#. dews of morning 7/ " Kjrlitleripg. in the sunny Say4 , ,I( > Quickly fa, , vrhan, without warning. Rough blastsJcam and shook the spray, ,Hae ye seep the. hi j$$fast. fleeing • • > v tl I * . Drap when pierced by Death mair fleet ? Then see Jean, wi1 colour deeing, ;it Senseless drap at Willie's feet* 1- i'ivl V~ After t^uffja lang y^s'japUetfen i i ( A ' tjieif ways now hushed t o u : Jeari ance fond aiF0§jtipn C l a s p s , W i l l i e to, her breast. » TellsjJjim a1 ^er/fa^^i^jiifferifegpoq sdgid Mow she wandered, starving pooi-V ' 1 ; Gleaming Pity's scanty, offerings ; "A 1 Wi tol •- * bairns,- frae * "• to door] three *' J •• door .ill * ' * How sh$? s^ved^-and; jftoiled^-artd ievered/ Lost her health andqsyne her bread ; How that grief, when scarce recovered* t>ibl Took her brain and turned her head/ How she wandered round the country Mony a live-lang night her lane; ? Till at last an angel'§ bounty Brought her senses back again, > i3 • Gae her meat—and claise—and siller; Gae her bairnie?s wark and lear 5 Lastly, gae this cot-house till her, W i ' four sterling pounds a year. �24 Willi e9 heark'ning, wiped his e'en aye 5— 'Oh I what sins hae I to rue ! 6 But say, wha's this angel, Jeanie ! / W h a , quo Jeanie, 4 hut Buccleugh ! 4 Here, supported—cheered—-and cherished Nine blessed months I've lived and mair; Seen these infants clad and nourished, Dried my tears and tint despair/ Sometimes serving, sometimes spinning., Light the lanesome hours gae round; Lightly, too, ilk quarter rinning. Brings yon angels helping pound ! Eight pounds mair, cried Willie, fondly, Eight pounds mair, will do nae harm, And, O Jean, gin friends war kindly, Eight pounds soon might stoclt a farm. There ance mair to thrive by ploughing, Freed frae a' that peace destroys, Idle waste and drueken ruin, W a r , and a its murdering joys ! T Thrice he kissed his lang lbs£ treasure; Thrice ilka bairn—but could nae speak; Tears of love, and hope* and pleasure, Streamed in silence down his cheek. � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 026: Title-page illustration of a Highland soldier in a kilt and plaid socks holding an upright rifle in a outdoor scene. A door in background is imprinted with the letter "V". Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The History of Will and Jean: or, The sad effects of Drunkenness. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9943831143505154">s0615b41</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The sad effects of drunkeness Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1850?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 24 pages 15 cm Description An account of the resource 36 printed at the bottom of the title-page. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Alcohol Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks&nbsp;</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland&nbsp;</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Accrual Method The method by which items are added to a collection. Purchased through the Jane Grier Family Trust. 2012 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): feather bonnet Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire Fashion (Clothing): kilt Fashion (Clothing): military Fashion (Clothing): sporran Gender: man/men Occupation: soldier Outdoor Scene Weapons: gun(s)