1 10 8 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/fef338c81b0dad7afc230b66cd6895a8.jpg 55e2e83f75fa6c2cbbf7c4426d458dd8 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 3136 Width 1960 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 Illustration on title page of a tall ship at sea https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/e1bc21e9daec8f0e978a1b8a80c667e4.pdf 55fe19c8f1c961367cf71eea4a4237b4 PDF Text Text THE OREENOCK R A I L W A Y . THE SNOW-DROP. 0 W H A T W I L L A ' T H E L A D S DO. ALL'S WELL. A MAN WITHOUT A WIFE, GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS, • 35, �SONGS. THE GREENOCK RAILWAY. Twas on a Monday morning soon, As I lay snoring at Dunoon, Breaming of wonders in the moon, I nearly lost the Railway. So up I got, put on my clothes, And felt, as you may well suppose, Of sleep I scarce had half a dose, Which made my yawns as round as O's No matter, on went hat and coat, A cup of coffee, boiling hot, I pour'd like lava down my throat, In haste to catch the Railway. Racing, chasing to the shore, Those who fled from every door, There never was such haste before To catch the Greenock Railway. The steam was up, the wind was high, A dark cloud scour'd across the sky ; The quarter-deck was scarcely dry Of the boat that meets the Railway. Yet thick as sheep in market pen, Stood all the Sunday-watering men, Like growling lions in a den, With faces inches five by ten; �It Some were hurrying to and fro, Others were sick, and crying, oh! Whose wooden peg's that on my toe, In the boat that meets the Railway. Rushing, crushing up and down, Tipping the cash to Captain B-— 0 what a hurry to get to town Upon the morning Railway. I * When arriv'd at Greenock quay, What confusion—only see— Each selfish wight does quickly flee In hopes to catch the Railway. High and low, and thick and thin, Trying who the race shall win, Creaking boots, and hob-nail'd shoon, All determined to get in ; People laughing at the shore, Merchants smiling at each door ; Those running who ne'er ran before, And all to catch the Railway. Fleet through Greenocks narrow lanes Over mud, and dubs, and stanes, Careless o' their boots and banes, And all to catch the Railway. H ill J fv H I * t See the rear-guard far behind, Out of temper, out of wind, Out of patience, out of mind, For fear they lose the Railway, Last comes old Fatsides with his wife, Waging a real hot-mutton strife; v ^ | ) SLJ �4 - " Such scenes in Scotland sure are rife; I'm weary hot, upon my life V " Alack! there'll be ho room for us ; Let's get into the homnibus." " O pray, my dear! don't male such fuss, If we should lose the Railway." Blowing, glowing all the way, Crying upon the train to stay ; We'll never get to town to-day, Upon thp morning Railway. Now the crowded Station gairi'd, Rain-bedrench'd and niud-bestain'd, Melting-brow'd and asthma-painM, Hurrying to the Railway. A boat has ju«t arriv'd before, Which later left a nearer shore, And fills afull-siz'd train and more, Which is a most confounded bore ; But coach to coach are quickly join'dWhich surely is surpassing kind ; And off we fly as fleet as wind, Upon the Greenock Railway. Thus the sports of railway speed, Nought «0n earth can now exceed, Except my song, which all must read, About the Greenock Railway. The moral of my song I ad<i, To make you married ladies glad, Who lately were a little sad— Before the Greenock Railway. �5 So now dispel each moping frown, And don your most attractive gown ; Your loving husbands can get down In one short, fleeting hour from town, While vessels waiting at the quay, Conduct them swiftly home to tea, Or to a drop of barley bree, So certain is the Railway. Tlien let us steal a march on time, And echo forth this ranting rhyme, Which street Rtibimi's think sublime, About the Greenock Railway. 0 W H A T W I L L A ' T H E L A D S DO? 0 what will a' the lads do When Maggy gangs away ? 0 what will a' the lads do, When Maggy gangs away? There's no a heart in a' the glen That disna dread the day ; 0 what will a' the lads do When Maggy gailgs away ? Young Jock has ta'en the hill for't, A waefu' wight is he ; Poor Harry's ta'en the bed for't, And laid him down to dee. And Sandy'sgane unto the kirk, And learning fast to pray ; �6 And 0 what will the lads do, When Maggy gangs awa ? The young laird o' the Langshaw Has drunk her health in wine ; The priest in confidence has said The lassie was divine ; And that is mair in maiden's praise Than ony priest should say ; But 0 what will the lads do When Maggy gangs away ? The wailing in our green glen That day will quaver high ; 'Twill draw the redbreast frae the wood, The laverock frae the sky ; The fairies frae their beds o' dew Will rise and join the lay ; O hey! what a day will be When Maggy gangs away. / THE SNOW-DROP. The snow-drop, first-born flower of spring, With violets to his grave I'll bring, And summer roses I will spread, T o deck the turf that binds his head And o'er his earthly pillow Shall wave the weeping willow. �7 Each day I'll sit beside his tomb, To watch the flow'rets as they bloom • That where the drooping rose appears, I may revive it with my tears. And o'er his earthly pillow Shall wave the weeping willow. A MAN WITHOUT A WIFE. A man without a wife Knows no comfort of his life, j And none but a fool would live single, 0 . 1 For when you're buckled to, You have nothing else to do, But hear her pretty tongue go jingle, jingle, 0 . / ; JJ I l Her voice is quite divine, And if you should incline To have a single moment of quiet, O, It would be of little use, Unless you lov'd abuse, For she kicks up such a devil of a riot, O. She'll simper, blush, and grin, And taste a drop of gin, (k else a little sup of full-proof brandy, 0 ; And when it makes her stagger, Lord! how the jade will swagger, I % d her husband she proclaims a Smithfield dandy, 0 . ( I m �8. Then who the devil would Live single, if lie- could In women find these virtues; so delightful, Q* For though they scratch and, fight, Still they are our, great delight, And he that lives without one must be spiteful, 0 . ALL'S WELL. Deserted by the waning moon, When skies proclaim night's cheerless noon, On tower, or fort, or tented ground, The sentry walks his lonely round; And should a footstep haply stray Where caution marks the guarded way— Who goes there! stranger, quickly tell; A friend—the word. Good night; all's well. Or sailing on the midnight deep, When weary messuiates soundly sleep, The careful watck patrols the deck, To guard the ship from foes or wreck; And while his thoughts oft homewards veeiv Some friendly voice salutes his ear— What cheer : Trot1! r, quickly tell; Above*—below. Good night; all's welL � 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 081: Title-page illustration of a tall ship at sea. 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 Greenock railway. The snowdrop. O what will a' the lads do. All's well. A man without a wife. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per National Library of Scotland 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 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/alma9934228203505154">s0585b32</a> '35' 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. 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Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Courtship and Marriage Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Description An account of the resource Woodcut #81: Illustration on title page of a tall ship at sea # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Outdoor Scene Transportation: ship/boat(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a9671def3e099f9e004249e96fdca1da.jpg c7b377b254242f8e3efb4a9913e60463 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 3308 Width 1891 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 "Welcome Charlie o'er the Main https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5bae6fe96be47b93b9bbb9b7647d9ed1.pdf e3e1c20212fbe971f22a318eb8a6419a PDF Text Text FIVE Favourite Songs. YE'MARINERS OF ENGLAND. THOU'RT GANE AWA. THE AULD MAN GAUN TO BE MARRIED. T H E W A R N I N G MOAN. THE HEATHER BELL. GLASGOW 5 FHINTEP FOR THE BOOKSELLERS, �SONGS. THE All LI) MAN GAUN TO BE MARRIED. In Beith there liv'd a frail auld man, His age was sixty-five an' ten, "Wha took a break, whan near his en', That he wad gang an' marry: The auld man that liv'd in Beith, The aged man that dwalt in Beith, The deein man that liv'd in Beith, He wad gang try an' marry. He lee'd an' cheated, pinch'd his wame, Grew rich by mony a dirty scheme, But he turned auld, an' stiff, an' lame, Black, crabbit, an' camstrary. < The rich auld man that liv'd in Beith, The worthless man that dwalt in Beith, The crabbit man that dwalt in Beith, Wad fain gae try an' marry. He thought on Meg sae trig an' douce, To wash his claes, an* clean his house, That ne'er a spider nor a louse In his abode might tarrv, �The aged man that liv'd in Beith, The dirty man that liy VI in Beith, The black auld man that wenn'cl in Beith Saw nae relief but many. He promised cash, he'd fetch lier braws, Himsel' an' a' within his wa's, Nae bittin horse nor empty sta's, But brimfu' cups to carry. The loving man that liv'd in Beith, The amorous man that dwalt in Beith, The frank auld man that dwalt in Beith, Wad gie his all an' marry. But ah, the road to her was lang, The man was frail, an* cou'dna gang ; His kin said things war, a' gaun wrang— The auld fool wad them herry. The frail auld man that liv'd in Beith, The cross'd auld chap that liv'd in Beith, The vex'd auld man that dwalt in Beith, They wadna let him marry. They watch'd him closely out and in, Said he was daft—they wad him bin', The frail auld Beith man didna win, To court his winsom deary. The captive man that liv'd in Beith, The daft auld fool that was in Beith, The auld man that liv'd in Beith, He ne'er got leave to marry. �4 Ye youngster a' that lieav my sang, Gif e'er ye marry, do't ere lang, For jtiijie arid care will ding ye wrang, An* ye'11 grow stiff and sairy. + Just like the auld black man in Beit!), The doitet worn out man o' Beith, The single man that liv'd in Beith, Wha coulclna maun to marry. Ye're just as claft's the man o' Beith, Your staunch auld friend that liv'd in Beith ; Ye'11 perish like, the man o' Beith, Wha dee't ere he could marry. When ye are auld, gin ye be poor, Your kin will drive you frae their door; Gin ye be rich they'll use you waur, They'll never let you marry. This fate befel the man o' Beith, The poor rich man that liv'd iji Beith, A warning to the folk o' Beith, To gang in time and marry. THOU'RT GANE AWA. Thou'rt gane awa, thou'rt gane awa, Thou'rt gane awa frae me, Mary, Nor friends nor I could make thee stay, Thou'st cheated them and me, Mary, �u Until this hour I never thought That ought could alter thee, Mary ; Thou'rt still the mistress of my heart, Think what thou wilt of me, Mary. Whate'er he said, or might pretend, Wha stole that heart o' thine, Mary, True love Fm sure was ne'er his end, Nor nae sic love as mine, Mary. I spake sincere, ne'er flatter'd much, Had no unworthy thought, Mary, Ambition, wealth, nor nae thing such— No, I lov'd only thee, Mary. Though you've been false, yet while I live, No other maid I'll woo, Mary ; Let friends forget, as I forgive, Thy wrongs to them and me, Mary, So then farewell, of this be sure, Since you've been false to me, Mary, For all the world I'd not endure, Half what I've done for thee, Mary. THE WARNING MOAN. A maiden fair lay dying, Within her palace hall, And round her couch was sighing, Her bright attendants all ; Her lately coroneted brow Feels many a rending throe, �0 And the hectic spot is spreading now, O'er her wan cheek of woe. Tis night, fond ones bend o'er her, With kind affection's fears ; As though they could restore her By their anguish and their tears ; No hope their hearts need borrow, For the watchdog's doeful cries, Tell the painful tale of sorrow, Ere morning's light she dies. 8he gazes round her wildly, When that sad sound is heard, Then greets her lov'd ones mildly, With a parting soul's regard ; But ere the morning's sun has shone, That fair one breathes no more, And the faithful watchdog's warning moan Is also liusli'd and o'er. THE HEATHER BELL. Oh! deck thy hair wi' the heather bell, The heather bell aloiie ; Leave roses to the Lowland maid, The Lowland maid alone. I've seen thee wi' the gay, gay rose, And wi' the heather bell,— I love you much w ith both, fair maid ; But, wear the heather bell. T �< F 1M For the heather bell, the heather bell, Which, breathes the mountain air, Is far more fit than roses gay To deck thy flowing hair. Away, away, ye roses gay! The heather bell for me ; Fair maiden, let me hear thee say, The heather bell for me, Then twine a wreath o' the heather bell, The heather bell alone ; Nor rose nor lily twine ye there— The heather bell alone, For the heather bell, the heather bell, Which breathes the mountain air, Is far more tit than roses gay To deck thy flowing hair. * 1 § YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND. Ye mariners of England, Who guard our native seas. Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again, To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow. \ if While the stormy winds do blow, While the stormy winds do blow, T I flNHflHHHHHHi �While- the battle rages long'and loud, And the stormy tempests blow. The spirits of your fathers Will start from every wave ; The deck it was their field of fame— The ocean was their grave. Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts will glow, As you sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow. While the stormy winds do blow, &6. The, frieteor flag of England Must yet terrific burn, Till the' stormy night of war depart, And the star of peace return. Then to our faithful mariners The social can shall flow, Who swept through the deep While the stormy winds did blow. While the stormy winds did blow, While the stormy winds did blow, . While the battle raged long and loud, x\nd the storms of war did blow. J W HHHHI HHHH � 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 081: Title-page illustration of a tall ship at sea. 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 Five favourite songs. Ye mariners of England. Thou'rt gane awa. The auld man gaun to be married. The warning moan. The heather bell. 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/alma9943830813505154">s0615b53</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Ye mariners of England. Thou'rt gane awa. The auld man gaun to be married. The warning moan. The heather bell. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Description An account of the resource '39' is printed at the foot of the title page Woodcut #709: "Welcome Charlie o'er the Main Accrual Method The method by which items are added to a collection. Purchased through the Jane Grier Family Trust. 2012. 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 higher 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 Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Courtship and Marriage 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 Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Outdoor Scene Transportation: ship/boat(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/65f4810d06f403baecd3af63c3486075.pdf 762378a3c257152eb1a406240105b5e3 PDF Text Text SIX Favourite Songs. THE S A I L O R S EPITAPH. BLUE-EYED MARY. THE SONG OF THE OLDEN TIME. BLACK-EYED SUSAN. ROY'S WIFE. GREEN BUSHES. GLASGOW: P R I N T E D F O R THE B O O K S E L L E R S . 51 �S O N G S THE SAILOR'S EPITAPH. Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew ; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For death has brought him to. His form was of the manliest beauty. His heart was kind and soft; Faithful below he did his duty, And now he's gone aloft. Tom never from his word departed, His virtues were so rare ; His friends were many and true-hearted— His Poll was kind and fair. And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly, Ah ! many's the time and oft; But mirth is turn'd to melancholy, For Tom is gone aloft. Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather, When He, who all commands, Shall give, to call life's crew together. The word to pipe all hands. Thus death, who kings and tars despatches, In vain Tom's life has doff'd ; For tho' his body's under hatches, His soul is gone aloft. �3 BLUE-EYED MARY. As I walked out one May morning, The flowers they were a-springing, I met a fair maid by the way, She being so sweetly singing. I did salute this pretty fair maid, It being so brisk and airy, She appeared to be a venus bright, Was the charming blue-eyed Mary. Where are yon going, my pretty maid, This summer morning early ? I am going to milk my cows, And then to mind my dairy. Shall I go with you, my pretty maid ? She answered me so cheerily, Just as ye please, kind sir, says she, Replied the blue-eyed Mary. We were walking over the flowery field, The flowers they were a-springing, Down on a mossy bank we sat, Where the larks were sweetly singing. Down on the mossy bank we sat, I'm sure no one was near me, So there I kiss'd the ruby lips Of my charming blue-eyed Mary. �4 O now you've had your will of me, Kind sir, O do not leave me ; For if I should prove with child by thee. My parents they will slight me. O then I kiss'd her rosy cheeks, Soon as these words she'd spoken, I gave to her a diamond ring, To keep now as a token. I said, fair maid, I must begone, My ship will sail so early, I'll prove as true as a turtle-dove, To you, my blue-eyed Mary. When six long weeks were gone and past, No letter came to Mary ; She often view'd her diamond ring, When she was in her dairy. She was crossing o er the flowery fields Next Monday morning early, A sailor stepped up to her, Saying, how are you, my Mary? For I am now return'd from sea— Forsake your cows and dairy, And I'll make you my lawful bride, My charming blue-eyed Mary, She went with him without delay, Forsook her cows and dairy, �5 And he made her a captain's bride, The charming blue-eyed Mary. G R E E N BUSHES. When I was a-walking one morning in May, To hear the birds whistle, and nightingales play, I heard a young damsel, so sweetly sung she, Down by the green bushes, where he thinks to meet me. I'll buy you fine beavers, and fine silken gowns, I'll buy you fine petticoats flounc'd to the ground, If you will prove loyal and constant to me, Forsake your own true love, and marry with me. I want none of your beavers and fine silken hose. For I ne'er was so poor as to marry for clothes ; But I will prove loyal and constant to thee, Forsake my own true love, and married we'll be. Come let us be going, kind sir, if you please, Come, let us be going from under these trees, For yonder is coming my true love I see, Down by the green bushes, where he thinks to meet me. But when he got there and found she was gone, He stood like some lambkin left quite forlorn ; She's gone with some other, and forsaken me, So adieu to the green bushes, for ever adieu. �6 I'll be like some school-boy, spend my time in play, For I never was so foolishly deluded away, There's no false-hearted woman shall serve me so more, So adieu to the green bushes, it's time to give o'er. BLACK-EYED SUSAN, All in the Downs the fleet lay moor'd, The streamers waving in the wind, When black-eyed Susan came on board, Oh! where shall I my true love find ? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, If my sweet William sails among your crew ? William, who high upon the yard, Rock'd with the billows to and fro, Soon her well-known voice he heard, He sighed, and cast his eyes below. The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And quick as lightning on the deck he stands. O Susan, Susan, lovely dear! My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear, We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. Though battle calls me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Susan mourn ; �7 Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms, William shall to his dear return ; Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye The boatswain gave the dreadful word, The sails their swelling bosoms spread, No longer must she stay on board ; They kissed—she sighed—he hung his head. Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land, Adieu ! she cried, and waved her lily hand. THE SONG OF THE OLDEN TIME There's a song of the olden time, Falling sad o'er the ear, Like the dream of some village chime, Which in youth we lov'd to hear. And even amidst the grand and gay, When Music tries her gentlest art, I never hear so sweet a lay, Or one that hangs so round my heart, As that song of the olden time, Falling sad o'er the ear, Like the dream of some village chime Which in youth we lov'd to hear. And when all this life is gone— Even the hope lingering now, Like the last of the leaves left on Autumn's sear and faded bough— �8 'Twill seem as still those friends were near Who loved me in youth's early day, If in that parting hour I hear The same sweet notes—and die away To that song of the olden time, Breath'd like Hope's farewell strain, To say, in some brighter clime, Life and youth will shine again. ROY'S WIFE. Roy's wife of Aldivalloch, Roy's wife of Aldivalloch, Wat ye how she cheated me As I came o'er the braes of Balloch ? She vow'd, she swore she wad be mine, She said she lo'ed me best of ony ; But ah, the fickle, faithless queen, She's ta'en the carle and left her Johnnie. Roy's wife, &c. Oh she was a canty queen, And weel could dance the Highland walloch ; How happy I, had she been mine, Or I'd been Roy of Aldivalloch, Roy's wife, &c. Her hair sae fair, her een sae clear, Her wee bit mou' sae sweet and bonnie To me she ever will be dear, Though she's for ever; left her Johnnie. Roy's wife, &c. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/2b5dd93cf1725552562a89032c007de8.jpg 6b3e93e32222380025fc466eb1012613 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 1773 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 Illustration on title page of a tall ship at sea 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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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 16 cm Description An account of the resource 51 is printed at the bottom of the title-page. Woodcut #81: Illustration on title page of a tall ship at sea Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Aldivalloch, Scotland Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. 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The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. <p>Life of Paul Jones</p> Black hole of Calcutta Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per National Library of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 24 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #1 in a bound collection of 20 chapbooks (s0231b06) Chapbook #18 in a bound collection of 34 chapbooks (s0098b48) Description An account of the resource 101 is printed at the bottom of the title-page. Woodcut #81: Illustration on title page of a tall ship at sea Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Krikcudbright, Scotland Calcutta, India Firth of Forth, Scotland Subject The topic of the resource Crime Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow War Jones, John Paul , 1747-1792 Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://www.nls.uk/</a> Abstract A summary of the resource. This is the story of Paul Jones, a Scot who turned pirate early in life and who raided along the coast of Great Britain. Accounts are given of many of his attacks, including a letter purportedly written by an officer who observed his attacks on the Firth of Forth. This tale is followed by an account of an English company who are captured, imprisoned, and are ravaged by illness due to their inhumane treatment in India. 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 higher 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 Type The nature or genre of the resource biography 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 Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Outdoor Scene Transportation: ship/boat(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/e783ea88445bac35b606822258e5a1a6.jpg 58b7f91941adc55da27c602a167e31d9 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 1945 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 Illustration on title page of a tall ship at sea https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/23cf88b7d60b66328966b52cc71d5cab.pdf c50887ab2cf17314b2c3ab23ec8c4d26 PDF Text Text THE JOVIAL SOiS OF JOVE. HARK, THE HOLLOW WOODS RESOUNDING. HIGHLAND MINSTREL BOY. TELL ME WHERE THE MAID IS FOUND. FORGET ME NOT, A H ! MEN, WHAT SILLY THINGS YOU ARE. FAREWELL, MY DONKEY NEDDY. LIFE IS DARKEN'!) O'ER WITH WOE. LET'S DRINK, MY FRIENDS. DASH ALONG TO THE MELLOW-TONED HORN. GLASGOW; PKTNTF.B FOR THE BOOKSELLERS, 47. �S O N G S . THE JOVIAL SONS OF JOVE. When Heaven, to soften human care, Bade pity sympathize with woe— That sorrow's child should fortune share, Friendship bestow'd on man below, Whose balm dispelling every grief— Brought to the aching soul relief. To inspire the jest, create the smile, {lay Momus reach'd our wave-bound isle ; Proclaiming loud the thunderer's love, To bless with mirth the sons of Jove, As Bacchus raised the generous vine, As Vulcan formed the sparking bowl, Apollo struck the lyre divine, And music's charms inspired the soul; Through heaven was heard the sacred sound, From heaven the pleasing notes rebound, When harmony arrived at earth, By wit inspired, to song gave birth, And love his choicest chaplets wove, To deck the favorite sons of Jove ; In peals of thunder swell the sound, Echo the mandate as it floats ; Louder the enchanting theme resound, And catch th§ mirth-inspiring notes. �Sacred to harmony and love, Inspired by friendship and by Jove, Our bowls with nect'rous vigour flow, Our bosom share the mutual glow ; While mirth, descending from above, Ilail us the jovial sons of Jove. HARK! THE HOLLOW WOODS RESOUNDING. Hark! the hollow woods resounding, With the joyful hunters' cry ; See the stag o'er hedges bounding, Now proclaims that they are nigh. Now the hounds the stag approaching, Now the huntsmen doth appear ; On his swiftness they're approaching, He distracted runs with fear. Now the stag himself defending With his antlers, but in vain— For his trembling limbs are bending, WeakenVI with distracting pain. Now their pleasure it is ending, And the tears flow from his eyes ; ' Now no more for life contending, Plunging forward, falls and dies. �4 BASH ALONG TO THE MELLOW-TONED HORN. Bright Sol, from the east spreads His beauties around, O'er mountain and valley so low ; The chase our delight, when we follow the hound, And the musical sound of the huntsman's hallo ! This is our song—Dash, dash along, To chase the boar, streaming with gore, With fiery eyes, his bristles rise ; Still we, undaunted, tune our song, With forward, my boys, dash, clash along, To the mellow-toned horn ! COME, TELL ME W H E R E THE MAID IS FOUND. Come, tell me where the maid is found, Whose heart can love without d e c e i t Arid I will range the world around, To sigh one moment at her feet. 0 tell me where's her sainted home, What air receives her blessed sigh ; A pilgrimage'of years I'll roam, To catch one sparkle of her eye, And if her cheek be rosy bright, While truth within her bosom lies ; I'll gaze upon her morn and night, Till my heart leave through my eyes. �o Show me on eartli a thing so rare, I'll own all miracles are true ; To make one maid sincere and fair, 0, 'tis the utmost Heaven can do. LIFE IS DARKENED O'ER WITH WOE. Life is darkened o'er with woe, Bid the ruddy nectar flow, Wine's the soul of joy below ; Blessed by Bacchus, rosy wine Makes a mortal half divine, Fill, oh fill the cup before thee, Bacchus, Bacchus, I adore thee. Life is darkened o'er with woe, Bid the ruddy nectar flow, Love's the soul of life below ; Blessed by beauty, rosy wine Makes a mortal all divine— Fill, oh fill the cup before thee, .Venus, Venus, I adore thee. AH! MEN, WHAT SILLY THINGS YOU ARE, Ah, men what silly things you are, To women thus to humble ; Who, fowler-like, but spreads her snare, Or .at her silly game takes aim, Pop, pop, and down you tumble. Ah, men, &c, �6 She marks you down, fly where you will, Over clover, grass, or stubble— Can wing you, feather you, or kill, Just as she takes the trouble. Ah, men, &c. Then fly not from us, 'tis in vain, - We know the art of setting ; As well as fighting, we can train The shyest man our net in. Ah, men, LET'S DRINK, MY FRIENDS. Let's drink, my friends, while here we live, The fleeting moments, as they pass, This silent admonition g i v e To improve our time, and push the glass. When once we've entered Charon's boat, Farewell to drinking, joys divine! There's not a drop to wet our throat, The grave's a cellar void of wine, F A R E W E L L MY DONKEY NEDDY. Then farewell my donkey Neddy, Scales and panniers all good bye ; Never more you'll hear old Teddy, Through the streets 4 Salt cod, 0 ! ' cry. �7 Now with tears of grief and sorrow, Across the herring pond I go ; Is there no friend I can borrow, Blunt to pay the debts I owe. Perhaps when IVe cut my lucky, Polks of me will turn their head ; Give my love to Poll my ducky, Bid her think on her poor Ted. H I G H L A N D MINSTREL BOY, I hae wander'd mony a night in June Along the banks of Clyde, Beneath a bright and borinie moon, Wi' Mary at my side ; As summer was she to mine e'e, And to my heart a joy, And weel she lo'ed to roam wi' me, Her Highland minstrel boy. Oh, her presence could on every star New brilliancy confer, And I thought the flowers were sweeter far When they were seen with her; Her brow was calm as sleeping'sea, Her glance was full o' joy, And oh, her heart was true to me, Tier Highland minstrel boy. �8 I ha'e plavM to ladies fair and gay, In monv a southron hall; But there was one, far, far away, A world above them all. And now, tho' weary years have fled, I think wi' mournfu' joy, Upon the time when Mary wed Her Highland minstrel boy. FORGET ME NOT! Go, youth belov'd, to distant glades, New friends, new hopes, new joys to iyid ; Yet sometimes deign 'midst fairer maids, To think on her thou leav'st behind. Thy love, thy fate, dear youth, to share, Must never be my happy lot; But thou may'st grant this humble prayer— Forget me not! forget me not! Yet should the thought of my distress Too painful to thy feelings be, Heed not the wish I now express, Nor ever deign to think on me. But, oh, if grief thy steps attend, If want, if sickness be thy lot, And thou require a soothing friend, Forget me not! forget me not! � 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 081: Title-page illustration of a tall ship at sea. 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 Jovial Sons of Jove. Hark, The Hollow Woods Resounding. Highland Minstrel Boy. Tell Me Where the Maid is Found. Forget me Not. Ah! Men, What Silly Things You Are. Farewell, My Donkey Neddy. Life is Darken'd O'er With Woe. Let's Drink, My Friends. Dash Along to the Mellow-Toned Horn. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923345823505154">s0361b37</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Hark, The Hollow Woods Resounding. Highland Minstrel Boy. Tell Me Where the Maid is Found. Forget me Not. Ah! Men, What Silly Things You Are. . Farewell, My Donkey Neddy. Life is Darken'd O'er With Woe. Let's Drink, My Friends. Dash Along to the Mellow-Toned Horn 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 16 cm Description An account of the resource 57 is printed at the bottom of the title-page. Woodcut #81: Illustration on title page of a tall ship at sea. Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada 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> 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 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 Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Courtship and Marriage Alcohol 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 Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Outdoor Scene Transportation: ship/boat(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/c8c03781efd39306742d583197a1d8d4.pdf 8f9bc84af7e660147cc3ce1a06143838 PDF Text Text EIGHT Popular Songs. G R E E N H I L L S OF PITY TYROL. AND PROTECT THE SLAVE. T H E M A I D OF J U D A H . LANGSYNE BESIDE THE WOODLAND BURN. THE B I R K S OF ABERFELDY. THE GIRL WE LOVE. M E E T ME, MISS M O L L Y NAPOLEON'S PRINTED MALONE. DREAM. GLASGOW: FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 36. �SONGS. NAPOLEON'S DREAM. One night sad and languid I went to my bed, And scarce had reclin'd on my pillow, When a vision surprising came into my head, Methought I was crossing the billow ; Methought as my vessel dash'd over the deep, I beheld that rude rock that grows craggy and steep, A h ! that rock where the willow is now seen to weep O'er the grave of the once-famed Napoleon. I dreamt, as my vessel she near'd to the land, I beheld clad in green his bold figure, The trumpet of fame he clasp'd firm in his hand, On his brow there sat valour and rigour; A h ! stranger, he cried, hast thou ventur'd to me From the land of thy fathers, who boast they are free? If so, a true story I'll tell unto thee, Concerning the once-famed Napoleon. Remember that year so immortal, he cried, When I cross'd the rude Alps — fam'd in story, With the legions of France—for her sons were my pride, And I led them to honour and glory! On the plains of Marengo I tyranny hurl'd, And whenever my banner the Eagle unfurl'd, 'Twas the standard of freedom all over the world, The signal of Fame—cried Napoleon. �3 As a soldier I've borne both the heat and the cold, I have march'd to the trumpet and cymbal, But by dark deeds of treachery I have been sold, Though monarchs before me did tremble. Now rulers and princes their station demean, And like scorpions they spit forth their venom and spleen, But Liberty soon o'er the world shall be seen, As I woke from my dream, cried Napoleon. M E E T ME, MISS M O L L Y MALONE. Meet me, Miss Molly Malone, A t the grove at the end of the vale ; But be sure that you don't come alone, Bring a pot of your master's strong ale ; With a nice bit of beef, and some bread. Some pickles or cucumbers green, Or a nice little dainty pig's head, 'Tis the loveliest tit bit e'er seen. Then meet me, Miss Molly Malone. Pastry may do for the gay, Old maids may find comfort in tea, But there's something about ham and beef, That agrees a deal better with me. Remember my cupboard is bare, Then come, if my dear life you prize ; I'd have liv'd the last fortnight on air, But you sent me two nice mutton pies. Then meet me, Miss Molly Malone. �4 PITY AND PROTECT THE SLAVE. Sons of freedom, hear my story, Mercy well becomes the brave ; Humanity is Briton's glory, Pity and protect the slave. Free-born daughters, who, possessing Eyes to conquer, hearts to save, To receive a father's blessing, Pity and protect the slave. G R E E N H I L L S OF TYROL, Green hills of Tyrol, again I see The home of childhood so dear to me, Again I press the verdant shade, Where oft my footsteps have wildly stray'd; Once more I am near him, M y own one, my fond one ; Again I shall hear him Love's accents repeat; While to his sighs my heart replies, And every glance issoftandsweet. Green hills ofTyrol,&c. From yonder woodlands, sounding clear, With eye of hawk, and falchion keen, His merry bugle I hear ; He comes, he comes — m y Tyrolien. �Once more I behold him, My dear one, my fond one, To my bosom I'll fold him, My Own Tyrolien. Haste, haste my love, why linger now ? The sun is shedding his partial glow ; The chamois seeks his peaceful glade, And homeward wanders the mountain maid Oh come then and cheer me, My own one, my fond one, Again thou shalt hear me Sing Love's tender strain. While every note my lips repeat, As soft and sweet thou'lt breathe again. Then haste, my love, &c. Hark, hark, I hear his well-known cry, While answering echo makes reply ; Now, now, he waves, his scarf of green, He comes, he comes—my Tyrolien. Once more I behold him, My dear one—my fond one— To my bosom I'll fold him, My own Tyrolien. T H E B I R K S OF ABERFELDY. Bonny lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go, Bonny lassie, will ye go To the birks of Aberfeldy. �6 Now summer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays, Come let us spend the lightsome days, In the birks of Aberfeldy. While o'er their heads the hazels hing, The little birdies blythely sing, Or lightly flit on wanton wing, In the birks of Aberfeldy. The braes ascend like lofty wa's, The foaming stream deep roaring fa's, O'erhung wi' fragrant spreading shaws, The birks of Aberfeldy. The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flowers, White are the linns the burnie pours, And rising, weets wi' misty showers The birks of Aberfeldy. Let fortune's gifts at random flee, They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me, Supremely blest wi' love and thee. In the birks of Aberfeldy. T H E M A I D OF J U D A H . Mo more shall the children of Judah sing The lay of a happier time ; Nor strike the harp with the golden string, 'Neath the sun of an eastern clime. �7 This—this was the lay of the Jewish maid, Though not in her father's bowers, Sweetly she sung—while in sadness she stray'd Near the ruins of Babylon's towers. No more, &c. Where are the sons of mine ancient race? That were born but the javelin to bear ; Land of my kindred, whose ruins I trace, That once was so lovely and fair. The green grass grows on the fertile spot, Where once grew the sweetest of flowers ; Land of my kindred shall never be forgot, While a ruin remains of thy towers. No more, &c. L A N G S Y N E BESIDE THE WOODLAND BURN. Langsyne beside the woodland burn, Amang the broom sae yellow, I lean'd me 'neath the milk-white thorn, On nature's mossy pillow ; Around my seat the flow'rs were strew'd, That frae the wild-wood I had pu'd, To weave mysel' a summer snood, To pleasure my dear fellow. I twin'd the woodbine round the rose, Its richer hues to mellow ; Green sprigs of fragrant birk I chose, To busk the sedge sae yellow. �8 The craw-flow'r blue, and meadow-pink, I wove in primrose braided link, But little, little did I think I should have wove the willow. My bonnie lad was forc'd afar, Toss'd on the raging billow, Perhaps he's fa'n in bloody war, Or wreck'd on rockyshallow; Yet, aye I hope for his return, A s round our wonted haunts I mourn, And often by the woodland burn I pu' the weeping willow. T H E GIRL W E L O V E . To the traveller benighted and lone on the wild, O sweet is the prospect of shelter and rest; And dear to the mother's fond heart is her child, When she feels his young breath glowing warm on her breast. To the prisoner relieved from dungeon deep, 'Tis sweet o'er the heather-clad hills torove; But the spirit with livelier bound doth leap, To meet in the gloamin' the girl we love. To wander at e'en through the meadows so green, With raptur'd emotion my bosom has beat; But what gave enchantment and life to the scene ? What made it so lovely, fair, and sweet ? 'Twas that Jessie was there, with her mild witching smile, And the life-giving glance of her dark hazel eye ; 'Twas this tun'd to music the murm'ring rill, And brighten'd each star that gem'd the sky. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/f7a03cd278adc61526f7ceb1d9ee6443.jpg fd0c932e218fbdab15b9fc25c760175a 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 3130 Width 2003 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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Woodcut #81: Illustration on title page of a tall ship at sea Subject The topic of the resource Slavery Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Courtship and Marriage Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland&nbsp;</a> 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 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 Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs 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 Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Outdoor Scene Transportation: ship/boat(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a400a13a1a817e8730497ba668982488.jpg a487428e077f788ef9485156b495d2c7 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 1890 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 Illustration on title page of a tall ship at sea https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/eaeef5a2861cff3b5713c5fc8da4b4f9.pdf b4e5dc7a9ba7cfa958ae89b4242956a4 PDF Text Text THE PENNY-WORTH OF WIT'S GARLAND, IN THREE PARTS. F A R T I.-—Showing how a Merchant was deluded from his Lady by a Harlot. P A R T I I . — H o w he sailed into a far Country. P A R T I I I , — H o w he returned to the British shore. GLASGOW: P R I N T E D FOR THE i». BOOKSELLE&& �T H E PENNY W O R T H OF WIT'S G A R L M B . P A R T I. Here is a penny worth of wit, F o r those that ever went astray? If warning they will take by me 'Twill do them good some other day. It is a touch stone of true love, Betwixt a harlot and a w i f e ; The former doth destructive prove, The latter yields the joys of life. A s in this book you may behold, Set forth by William Lane, A wealthy merchant, brave and bold, W h o did a harlot long maintain. A l t h o u g h a virtuous wife he had, Likewise a youthful daughter dear, W h i c h might have made his heart full glad, Y e t he seldom would them come near. The finest silks that could be bought, N a y , jewels, rubbies, diamonds, rings, H e to his wanton harlot bought, W i t h many other costly things. She'd still receive them with a smile W h e n he came from the roaring seas. A n d said, with words as smooth as oil, M y dearest come and take thy ease; T o my soft bed of linen fine, Thou art right welcome love, said she, B o t h I and all that e'er was mine still at thy devotion be. �3 Aye that I will thou needs not fear, And so embraced him with a kiss, Then took the wealth, and said, my dear I'll have a special care of this. To her he said, my joy, my dear, With me what venture wilt thou send, A good return thou needs not fear, I'll be thy factor and thy friend. In goods, my dear jewel, I'll send above Ten pounds, which you shall take on board, I know that unto me my love A treble gain thou wilt afford. This said, next to the wife he goes And asked her in scornful ways, What venture she will now propose To send by him for merchandise. I'll send a penny love by thee, Be sure to take great care of it, When you're in foreign part, said she, Pray buy a penny worth of wit. He put the money up secure, A n d said I'll take a special care T o lay it out you may be sure, So to his miss he did repair. And told her what he was to buy, A t which she laughed his wife to scorn; On board he went immediately, And set to sea that very morn. �riSl 4 P A R T II. N o w were they gone with merry hearts, The merchant and his jovial crew, From port to port in foreign parts T o trade as they were wont to do. A t length when he had well bestowed The cargo which was outward bound, He did his trading vessel load W i t h rich treasures which he found. A s this merchandise did vend, They turned the gems and golden ore, W h i c h crowned his labour with content, H e never was so rich before. The wanton harlot's venture then, Did run to great account likewise, For every pound she would have ten, Such was their lucky merchandise. The merchant then with laughter mov'd, Said he for wit had never sought, M y harlot's venture is approved, But of my wife's I never thought. She bid me use my utmost skill T o buy a penny-worth of wit, B u t I have kept the penny still A n d ne'er so much as thought of it. A n aged father sitting by, W h o s e venerable locks were grey, Straight made the merchant this reply, Hear me a word or two I pray. �Thy harlot in prosperity, She will embrace thee for thy g o l d ; But if in want and misery You'll nought but frowns from her behold. And ready ,to betray thy life, W h e n wretched, naked, poor, and low, But thy true hearted faithful wife Will stand by thee in well or woe. If thou will prove the truth of this, Strip off thy gaudy rich array, And so return to thy lewd miss, Declare that thou wast cast away. Thy riches buried in the main, Besides as you passed through a wood, One of your servants you had slain For which your life in danger stood ; Beseech her for to shelter thee, Declare to her you so depend, And then, alas, full soon you'll see How far she'll prove a faithful friend. Then if she frowns go to thy wife, Tell her this melancholy t h i n g ; W h o labours most to save thy life, Let her be most in thy esteem. Further the merchant then reply'd, Y o u must this single penny take, And when I have passed the ocean wide, A proof of this I mean to make. �6 P A R T III. \i : : b. • / i i 'it V With full sail to sea they went, Neptune the golden cargo bore, Thro' roaring waves, to their content A t length they reached the British, shor he merchant put on poor array, The very worst of ragged clothes, And then without the least delay He to his wanton harlot goes. He cried no man was ere so crossed As I have been, sweet heart delight, My ship and all I had is lost, Without thy aid I'm ruined quite. My loss is great, yet that's not all, One of my servants I have slain, As we did both at variance fall, Some shelter let me here obtain. 1 dare not now go near my wife Whom I have wronged for many years^ Into thy hands I'll put my life, Take pity on my melting tears Y e bloody villian, she replied, Do'nt in the least on me depend, Begone, or as I live, she cried, I for an officer will send. �7 Then to his loving wife he came, Both poor and naked, in distress, He told her all the very same, Y e t she received him ne'ertbeless. My dear, she cried, since it is so, Take comfort in thy loving wife; All that I have shall freely go To gain a pardon for thy life. I'll lodge thee in a place secure, Where 1 will daily nourish thee. Unto his virtuous wife, he said, My jewel set thy heart at rest. Behold I have no servant slain, N o r have T suffered any loss; Enough I have us to maintain, The ocean seas no more I'll cross. M y loaded ship lies near the shore, With gold and jewels richly fraught, So much I never had before, The penny-worth of wit I've bought. Once more he to his harlot goes With fourteen sailors brave and bold. All clothed in new and Costly clothes Of silk and embroider'd gold. The miss when she his Did offer him a kind But he With wrath and Did straight upbraid pomp beheld, embrace, anger filled, her to her face. �8 But she with smiles there words expressed, I have a faithful love for thee, What e'er I said was but a jest, W h y didst thou go so soon from me ? T w a s full time to go from thee, Y o u have another love in store, Whom you have furnished with my gold, And jewels which I brought on shore. l i s false, she cried, I have them all; With that the merchant straight replied L a y them before me and I shall, Be soon convinced and satisfied. Then up she ran and brought thein down, His jewels, gold, and rubbies. bright; He seized them all, and with a frown, He bad the wanton jilt good night. When he had seized the golden purse And swept up every precious stone, She cried, what! will you rob me thus ? Y e s that I will, of what's my own. Y o u wanted to betray my life But thanks to God. there's no such fear; These jewels shall adorn my wife* Henceforth your house I'll not come near. 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SUUBOJ , o j q j '9.ioq oSjbo U9p{oS 9qi 9un;d9jsj ^U9AV i(9q; B9S OJ {IBS {|UJ Q^I^ 9 q ; 3[00} U9T|X 'sspj B q;iAi uiiq p9akiqui9 os p u y '.IB9J ; o u SP99U u o q i JJIAV I ^ q ) 9Ay •III \l\lYd e 7 T H E PENNY W O R T H OF WIT'S GARLAND. P A R T I. Here is a penny worth of wit, F o r those that ever went astray, If warning they will take by me 'Twill do them good some other day. It is a touch stone of true love, Betwixt a harlot and a w i f e ; The former doth destructive prove, The latter yields the joys of life. A s in this book you may behold, Set forth by William Lane, A wealthy merchant, brave and bold, W h o did a harlot long maintain. A l t h o u g h a virtuous wife he had, Likewise a youthful daughter dear, W h i c h might have made his heart full glad, Y e t he seldom would them come near. The finest silks that could be bought, N a y , jewels, rubbies, diamonds, rings, H e to his wanton harlot bought, W i t h many other costly things. She'd still receive them with a smile W h e n he came from the roaring seas. A n d said, with words as smooth as oil, M y dearest come and take thy ease; T o my soft bed of linen fine, Thou art right welcome love, said she, B o t h I and all that e'er was mine Shal 1 stil* at thy devotion be. Then to his loving wife he came, Both poor and naked, in distress, H e told her all the very same, Y e t she received him ne'ertheless. M y dear, she cried, since it is so, Take comfort in thy loving wife; A l l that I have shall freely g o T o gain a pardon for thy life. I'll lodge thee in a place secure, W h e r e I will daily nourish thee. U n t o his virtuous wife, he said, M y jewel set thy heart at rest. Behold I have no servant slain, N o r have I suffered any loss; E n o u g h I have us to maintain, The ocean seas no more I'll cross. M y loaded ship lies near the shore, With gold and jewels richly fraught, So much I never had before, The penny-worth of wit I've bought. Once more he to his harlot goes W i t h fourteen sailors brave and bold, A l l clothed in new and costly clothes Of silk and embroider'd gold. The miss when she his Did offer him a kind B u t he with wrath and Did straight upbraid pomp beheld , embrace, anger filled, her to her face. � 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 081: Title-page illustration of a tall ship at sea. 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 Penny-Worth of Wit's Garland, In Three Parts. Part I.--Showing how a Merchant was deluded from his Lady by a Harlot. Part II.--How he sailed into a far Country. Part III.--How he returned to the British shore. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923384313505154">s0564b74</a> <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9943831033505154">s0615b44</a> Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Description An account of the resource <span>Woodcut #81: Illustration on title page of a tall ship at sea</span> 19 printed at the bottom 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 University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks 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> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. part of unbound collection (s0564b74) 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 Type The nature or genre of the resource wit & humor Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Travel Courtship and Marriage Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario # of Woodcuts: 1 Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: wit & humor Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Outdoor Scene Transportation: ship/boat(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/2a4877ec31678330d13d2d7079a93497.pdf 1199933573818fe7cd2d29ddd373cadd PDF Text Text SIX SsceUent Songs. A L L E N - A-DALE. THE YOUTHFUL SQUIRE. BY T H E MARGIN OF Z U R I C H ' S W A T E R S . T H E R O V E R ' S BRIDE, THE CHIEFTAIN'S DAUGHTER. SIR JOHN T H E G R A M E . GLASGOW: PftJNTEB FOR THE BOOKS EL LEES, 58. �SONGS. ALLEN-A-DALE. Allen-a-dale has 110 faggot for burning, Allen-a-dale has no furrow for turning, Allen-a-dale has 110 fleece for the spinning, Yet Allen-a-dale has red gold for the winning. Come read me my riddle, come hearken my tale, And tell me the craft of bold Allen-a-dale. The Baron of Ravensworth prances in pride, And he yiews his domain upon Arkindale side, The mere for his net, and the lamb for his game, The chase for the wild, and the park for the tame ; Yet the fish of the lake, and the deer of the vale* Are less free to Lord Dacre than Allen-a-dale. Allen-a-dale was ne'er belted a knight, Tho' his spur be as sharp, and his blade be as bright; Allen-a-dale is no baron or lord, Yet twenty tall yeomen will draw at his word; And the best of our nobles his bonnet will veil, Who at Rerecross or Stanmore meets Allen-a-dale, Allen-a dale to his wooing is come, The mother she ask'd of his household and home ; �5 4 Tho* the castle of Richmond stands fair on the hill, My hall,' quoth bold Allen, * shows gallanter still; the blue vault of heaven, with its crescent so pale, And with all his bright spangles,' said Allen-a-dale. The father was steel, and the mother was stone, T h e j lifted the latch and bade him begone ; But loud on the morrow their wail and their cry— He had laugh'd on the lass wi' his bonnie black eye ; And she fled to the forest to hear a love-tale, knd the youth it was told by was Allen-a-dale. SIR JOHN T H E G R A M E . Twas in and about the Martinmas time, When the green leaves were a-falling, That Sir John Grame o' the west country Fell in love with Barbara Allan. He sent his man down through the town. To the place where she was dwelling, O haste and come to my master dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan. O hooly rose she up and came To the place where he was lying, And drew the curtain by, and said, Young man, I think you're dying. 0 it's I'm sick, I'm very sick, And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan, 0 the better for me ye's never be, Though your heart's blood were a spilling. �0 dinna ye mind, young man, she said, "When the red wine ye were filling, That ye made their healths go round and rou»d# And slighted Barbara Allan ? He turn'd his face unto the wall, And death was with him dealing, Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, And be kind to Barbara Allan. O slowly, slowly raise she up, And slowly, slowly left him, And sighing, said, she could not stay, Since death of life had reft him. She had not gane a mile but twa, When she heard the death-bell knelling, Ajid every jow that the death-bell gied, It c r y w o to Barbara Allan. O mother, mother, make my bed, O make it saft and narrow, Since my love died for me to-day, i l l die for him to-morrow. T H E Y O U T H F U L SQUIRE, My father had no child but me, And all his care continually, Was for to have me married well, But under fortune's frown I felL �5 For to an old miser lie wedded me, His age it was three-score and three, And I myself about seventeen,—I wish his face I ne'er had seen, For when that I abroad do go, To meet a friend, to chat, or so ; If any man should salute me, It more increases his jealousy. A youthful squire did drink to me, I pledg'd with him my modesty; Thought it no harm, yet nevertheless, My husband did my shoulders dress. And when that we do go to bed, To reap the joys for which we wed ; He does so kick and pinch me too, That he my limbs leaves black and blue* Next morning when that I arose, I straight in haste put on my clothe^ And as he lay asleep in bed, I with a ladle broke his head. He took a stick and at me run, I took another—so begun, And round the room did beat him well, Until upon his knees he fell �5 For every blow I gave him ten, And ask'd would he be jealous again ; No, no, no, no, my loving wife, If you will now but spare my life. THE CHIEFTAIN'S DAUGHTER Boatman, boatman, row me over, Row me over the flowing tide ; Nought but thanks have I to offer, Thou shalt have gold when I'm a bride ; Lady, not for gold I crave thee, But the night is wild and dark, And in such an angry water, I do dread to launch my bark. Boatman, boatman, row me over, &e. Boatman, 'tis nt)t wind or water That can turn a maiden's vow ; Know'st thou I'm Lord Ronald's daughter ? Boatman, wilt thou venture now ? Lady fair, an old man blame not, I have wife and children three, But to serve my chieftain's daughter, I will brave the storm for thee. Boatman, 'tis not wind or water, &c. Now the bark hath kiss'd the billow, Like some wild bird it flies to shore ; A hand hath ta'en Lord Ronald's daughter, And the boatman returns with gold in store. �5 Oft on night as dark and stormy, Seated in his old arm-chair, The aged sailor tells the story Of his chieftain's daughter fair. Boatman, boatman, row me over, &c. T H E R O V E R ' S BRIDE. Oh if you loye me, furl your sails, Draw up your boat on shore ; Come tell me tales of midnight gales, But tempt their might no more : — Oh stay, Kate whisper'd, stay with me> Fear not, the Rover cried, Yon bark shall be a prize for thee, I'll seize it for my bride. The boat was in pursuit—it flew, The full sails bent the mast, Poor Kate well knew the Rover's crew Would struggle to the last. And ceaselessly for morning's light She pray'd upon her knees, For all the night the sounds of fight Were borne upon the breeze. When morning came, it brought despaii. The Rover's boat was gone, Kate rent her hair, one bark was there, • Triumphant, but alone. �She sought the shore, she brav'd the storm, A corpse lay by her side, She strove to warm the Rover's form, Then kiss'd his lips, and died. B Y T H E M A R G I N OF F A I R ZURICH'S WATERS. By the margin of fair Zurich's waters, Dwelt a youth whose fond heart night and day For the fairest of fair Zurich's daughters, In a dream of love melted away. If alone, no one bolder than he, But with her none more timid could be ; " O h list to me, dearest, I pray," When she did so, he only could say—'4 Lack well a day!" By the margin of fair Zurich's waters, At the close of a sweet summer's day ; To the fairest of fair Zurich's daughters, This fond youth found at last tongue to say, 44 I'm in love, as thou surely must see, Could I love any other but thee? 0 say, then, wilt thou be my bride?" Can you tell how the fair one replied? I leave you to guess, Of course she said, 4 4 Yes V1 � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/d754310bbde33303b3b78d4bb14ddac3.jpg 3fef52330b3cc2444a2d3ca796f9ad55 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 Illustration on title page of a tall ship at sea 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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Allen-A-Dale The Youthful Squire By the Margin of Zurich's Waters The Rover's Bride The Chieftain's Daughter Sir John the Grame Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland</a> <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 Ravensworth, Yorkshire, England Accrual Method The method by which items are added to a collection. Purchased through 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 Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Outdoor Scene Transportation: ship/boat(s)