13 10 639 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/374df7fe1cd68122c5abb0631e16ff4b.pdf 69bee76af3792989e8f54a5af193b7b0 PDF Text Text FIFTY YEARS SHEPHERD, AND FIFTY A KING. THE KING AND WEST COUNTRYMAN. THE BUNDLE OF WANTS. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 24. �SONGS. THE JUBILEE. Frae the Grampian hills will the Royal ear hear it. An' listen to Norman the Shepherd's plain tale, The north wind is blawing, and gently will bear it Unvarnish'd and honest, o'er hill and o'er dale ; When London it reaches, at court sure receive it. Like a tale you may read it, or like a sang sing, Poor Norman is easy, but you may believe it, I m fifty years Shepherd, you're fifty a King. Your Jubilee now wi' my ain I will mingle, For you and mysel' twa fat lambkins I'll slay ; Fresh turf I will lay in a heap on my ingle, An wi' my auld neebors I'll rant out the day. My pipes that I play'd on lang syne, I will blaw them. The chanter I'll teach to lilt over each spring, My drones to the tune I'll round an' round thraw them, I'm fifty years Shepherd, you're fifty a King. The flocks o' Great Britain ye've lang weel attended, The flocks o' Great Britain demanded your care, f r a e the tod an' the wolf they've been snugly defended, And let to fresh pastures, fresh water and air ; �3 My flocks I have led day by day o'er the heather, A t night they around me ha'e danc'd in a ring, I've been their protector thro' foul and fair weather, I m fifty years Shepherd, you're fifty a King. Their fleeces I've shorn, frae the cauld to protect me, Their fleeces they gave when a burden they grew ; When leas'd frae the sheeting their looks did respect me, So the flocks o' Great Britain still look upon y o u ; They grudge not their monarch a mite o' their riches, Their active industry is ay on the w i n g ; Then you and me, Sire, I think are twa matches, I'm fifty years Shepherd, you're fifty a King. Me wi' my sheep, Sire, and you wi' your subjects, On that festive day we'll both gladly rejoice ; Our twa hoary heads will be fu' o' new projects, To please the leal vassals that made us their choice ! W i ' sweet rips o' hay I will treat a' my wethers, The juice o' the vine to your lords you will bring, The respect they ha'e for us is better than brother's, I'm fifty years Shepherd, you're fifty a K i n g . My crook I will dress in the relics o' summer, My faithfu' auld Colly shall hail that blithe morn, And to my wee cabin I'll welcome each comer, The friend that hath plenty, and stranger forlorn ; You'll sure do the same tho' nobody broach it, You've plenty of beef, butter, lobsters, and ling, And rowth o' Musicians to strike up the crotchet, I'm fifty years Shepherd, you're fifty a King. �4 I live i' the cottage where Norval was bred in, You live in the palace your ancestors rear'd, Nae guests uninvited dare come to our weddin', Nor ruthless invader pluck us by the beard; Then thanks to the island we live in, where shipping Skim round us abreast, or like geese in a string, Then safe I can say, as my brose I am sipping, I'm fifty years Shepherd, you're fifty a King, But a h ! Royal George, and a h ! humble Norman, Life to us baith draws near to a close ; The year's far awa that was our natal hour, man, The time's at our elbow that brings us repose ; But e'en let it come, sirs, if conscience acquit us, A sigh frae our bosom death never shall wring, An' may the next Jubilee, amang angels meet us, So hail the auld Shepherd, and worthy auld King. B U N D L E OF W A N T S . Come, Gentlemen, sit you all merry, I'll sing you a song of w a n t ; I'll make you as merry as can be, Now my money begins to grow scant. A woman without ever a tongue, She never can scold very loud ; It's just Such another sad want, When a fiddler wants his crowd. �5 A ship without ever a sail, May be driven the Lord knows whither, It's just such another sad want, As a shoemaker wanting his leather. A man that has got but one leg, Will make but a very bad runner; And he that's no eyes in his head, Will make but a sorrowful gunner. A bell without ever a clapper, Will make but a sorrowful sound; And he that's no land of his own, Must work on another man's ground. A woman without e'er a fault, She bright as a star will appear; But a brewer without any malt, Will brew us but pitiful beer. A soldier without any pay, To fight will be terrible l a z y ; And a bed well stocked with fleas, Will make a man wonderful busy. A miller without a pair of stones, He is but a sorrowful soul; And if he has no corn to grind, He need not stand taking toll. �6 A man that has got a bad stomach, Will make but a pitiful dinner; And he that's no victuals to eat, His jaws will grow thinner and thinner. You know that a dish of good meat Is the comfort and joy of man's life; But he that's no victuals to eat, Has no need to draw out his knife. A ploughman without e'er a plough, I think he may live at his ease; And a dairy without e'er a cow, Will make but bad butter and cheese. A man that is pitiful poor, Has little or nothing to lose; And he that has got ne'er a foot, It saves him the buying of shoes. A woman that never bore children, Is barren, and so much the worse; And he that is quite out of money, Can have no need of a purse. I hope there's no one in this place, Displeas'd any way with my song; Come, buy up my ballads apace, And I'll pack up my awls, and begone. �7 THE KING AND WEST COUNTRYMAN. There was an old chap in the west country, A flaw in his lease the lawyers had found; It were all about a-felling some oak trees, And building some houses upon his own ground. Ri tooral, &c. Now this old chap to Lunnun did go, To tell the K i n g a part of his woe, likewise to tell him a part of his grief, In hopes K i n g George would give him relief. R i tooral, &c. Now this old chap to Lunnun did go, But found the K i n g to Windsor had gone; But if he had known he'd not been at home, He domm'd his buttons if ever he'd come. Ri tooral, &c. Now this old chap to Windsor did go, But the gates were barred, and all secure; He bumped and thumped with his oaken clump. There's room within for I, to be sure. R i tooral, &c. Pray, Mr Noble, shew I the K i n g — What's that the K i n g that I see there ? I seed a chap at Bartlemy Fair, Much liker a K i n g than that chap there. Ri tooral, &c. �8 Pray, Mr. King, how do you do ? I'ze gotten for yon a bit on a jobb'n, And if you're so kind, to make you amends, I'ze gotten a summat in my fobb'n. R i tooral, &c. The K i n g he took the lease in hand, And to sign it he was likewise willing; And the farmer, to make him a little amends He lugged out his bag, and gi'd him a shilling. Ri tooral, &c. The King, to carry on the joke, He ordered ten pounds to be paid down, For year and year after, and evermore, Likewise ten shillings and half-a-crown Ri tooral, &c. The farmer he stared, and looked very funny, To take up the cash he was likewise willing; But if he had known he'd so much money, He domm'd his wig if he'd gave him the shilling. Ri tooral, &c. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/98c8a42ad8821e21be4852552d7fdb58.jpg 4b5a0891b906b143011c19e5271f059c 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 2009 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 036: Title-page illustration of a young man wearing a straw hat. He is sitting on a rock with a bowl in his hand. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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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 Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Fashion (Clothing): working class https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/7dc6781a07d1ce09d9a792045782cd37.pdf ffabe263bec93b5816638173492dd315 PDF Text Text Five Excellent SONGS. NATIONAL SONG. when danger threats THREE CHEERS FOR REFORM. D E A T H OF ABERCROMBIE THE CAUSE OF REFORM. NEWTON-STEWART. Printed and sold Wholesale and Retail, By J M'Nairn. �The Cause of Reform A PATRIOTIC SONG ( F O R THE WIGTOWN ELECTION.) Tune—"Blue Bonnets over the Border ." Rise, rise, true Scotchmen rise, I say, Fight for your country, its peace and good order; Rise, rise, the factious we'll soon dismay, Scotchmen true ever revolt at disorder. Come and support the cause, sanctioned by wisdom's l a w s Let danger but make our hearts firmer and warmer; Loyalty rears its head, nought have we now to dread, Our brave King himself is the leading Reformer. Rise, rise, &c. London aud Southwark have both bravely fought on The field in which Dover so well led the van ; Westminster too, her Reformers has brought on ; Middlesex prefers her aid to a man. Reform's steady banner spread, floats o'er each Briton head; N o w is our time to gain freedom and glory. L o s e not a moment, then, vote for the people's men, L e d by our Sov'reign, success is before ye. C o m e , heart and hand, the great cause be defending, Our name for such deeds will posterity bless ; O u r loyalty, firmness, unflinching, unbending, T h e spirit of freedom will crown with success. Glorious is the treat, whene'er we chance to meet Boroughmongers with their precious long faces ; �3 Down hangs each guilty head; yes, they are nearly deep With fight at the dread thought of losingtheirplaces Hark : 'tis the voice of our King who is calling, T ' o p p o s e all our strength to the enemy's arts ; Hark ! the cry echoes of those who are failing, The sun of Reform is fast melting their hearts. All their host hopes are flown, desperate now they've giown, Basely deiendtng corruption's foul border ; Let's do our duty then, prove ourselves realy men. Soon we shall make them retreat in disorder, Air—"Bob and John." Suecess Reform attend, That feeling let us cherish, Corruption soon must end, A n d Boroughmongers perish ; M a y Heaven defend the right, A n d freedom he victorious, Alter a gloomy night W e ' l l hail a dawning glorious. Success, &c. "Tories ! " cried Bob Peel, " T h e Whigs must be defeated. �Or else in power, w e feel, We'll ne'er again be seated ; Then, Brethren, don't relax, But let us pull together all, Stick to your point like wax"— " A m e n ! " cried Charley Wetherell Success, &c. " R e f o r m , " said Horace Twiss, " W o u l d quite o'erthrow the Nation, All hope we, might dismiss, All gone our occupation. In spite of old Burdett. A n d little Hobhouse Cammy, We'll crush the monster yet, W e will not have it, dam'me." Success, &c. Cries Peel, " I rise again, My feelings to declare 'em, Untouched must still remain Corfe Castle and Old Sarum," Said Hunt, " I think, the same." ( T h e man of matchless Blacking,) But down King William came, A n d sent the worthies packing. Success, &c. T h e i r visages grew long, Cried Vyvyan, " w e must strike i t ! T h e King, can do no wrong, But this is very like it. Our duty is chalk'd out, W e ' v e quite enough before us, Although there's little doubt T h e people's voice will floor us." Success, �5 B o b Wilson's fate we view, Without the slightest pity, A n d Ward has bade adieu For ever to the City ; A n d Gascoyne, general old, A r e you done up already ? Yes, let the truth be told, A n d so is Knatchbull Neddy. Success, &c. Fleming from Hants in rage, Has just retreated snugly, Not choosing to engage T w o customers most u g l y ; A n d Roger Gresley now Is just where Whigs have wish'd him, N o laurels on his brow, For Sergeant Wilde has dish'd him. Success, &c. Reform, with three times three ! Unfading he its glories, Before its light we see The flight of craven Tories: While brave King Willia rules, With Briton's sons united, E»y base corruptions tools Our hopes can ne'er be blighted. Success, &c. NATIONAL SONG, EN Alfred's sacred laws, ord �6 Then sea-girt Britons, closely fenc'd, Join'd in one c o m m o n cause. T h e glorious name, an Englishman, S n a c k terror to the foe. A n dconqueringWilliamfix'dafame, That shall for ages grow! O n Albion'scliffsletcommercesmile, And cheering plenty bring, Then sweet content shall bless the isle, A n d G e o r g e its gracious king ! O u r Henrys and our Edwards too Fram'd once a constitution, W h i c h Orange William did renew by glorious revolution. M i l d A n n , with scepter gently, sway'd, E n s u r d her people's l o v e ; A n d when her kingdom peace she made, W a s call'd to realms a b o v e ! H e n c e British Freedom, r i g t s and laws, From whence her glories spring, T h e prayer o f grateful Britain draws On G e o r g e its gracious king. Great G e o r g e and Charlott's happy reign In union binds the land, A n d scatter blasings o'er the main W i t h all-beningnant hand : T h e regal stock its royal fruit L i k e ivy round it clings, Ilrorii whence its spreading branches s h o o t A race of future k i n g s ; T h e n c e English, Scotch, and Irishmen,. W i t h heart and voice shall sing, �7 While Brunswick's line adorns the throne, God save our gracious king. DEATH OF ABERCROMBIE. TWAS on the spot, in ancient lore oft nam'd, When Iris and Osiris once held sway. O'er kings who sleep in pyramadic pride: But now for British valour far more fam'd, Since Nelson's band achiev'd a glorious day, And crown'd with laurel Ahererombie dy'd. Air Her roseate colours the druyn had not shed O'er the field which stern slaughter had tinted to red—. Twas dark—save each flash at the cannons hoarse sound, When the brave Ahercrombie received his death wound His comrades with grief unaffected deplore, Tho to Britan's renown he gave one laurel more. With a mind unsubdu'd still the foe he defy'd, On the steed which the Hero of Acre supply'd: Till feeling, he soon to fates summons must yield, He gave Sidney the sword he no longer could wield: His comrades with grief unaffected deplore, Tho'toBritan'srenown he gave one laurel more. The standard of Albion with victory crown'd, Wav'd over his head as he sank on the ground; take me hence, my brave fellows," the vet'ran did cry My duty's complete, and contented I die. : �8 WHEN DANGER THREATS. W H E N Danger threats our native land, Our wives find infant cares, Shame to the coward who shall stand, T o count the vost he dares: N o : let him rush, with soul of fire, Regardless of his doom, A n d force the recreants to retire, Or win a glorious tomb. Then if victorious, he may sing, M y home's more dear to me, M y wife, my children, round me cling, M y native land is free. Shall our lov'd sov'erign call our aid? Our wives protection sue? Our children's tears our hearts invade, A n d we stand helpless to ? N o : by our sov'erigns honour away'd, Our wives' endearments fired ; Our children's love infuriate made, W e ' e r heroes, souls inspired! Then, sure to conquer, we may sing, M y home's more dear to me, M y wife, my children, round m e cling, A n d my native land is free. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/71d029942d918265e88356e71daf3c40.jpg 15a0ac256ab906f1a1e3d15a0ed98699 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 3245 Width 1832 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 Five Excellent Songs. National Song. When Danger Threats Three Cheers for Reform. Death of Abercrombie-The Cause of Reform. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134473505154">s0100b01</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. National Song. When Danger Threats Three Cheers for Reform. Death of Abercrombie The Cause of Reform. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1820-1832?] per National Library of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #51 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a vagrant with a dog on the title-page. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Newton-Stewart Songs Ballads 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</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland</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 Newton-Stewart: Printed and sold wholesale and retail by J. McNairn https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/1fc7da0ed58add3f0459b52ca178ec63.pdf b7074fa8681f7aa46b4099b43fb85be3 PDF Text Text No. 9. Five Excellent SONGS. Old Towler. Pease-Strae. Blythe was She. Fairest of the Fair. We'll Meet Beside the Dusky Glen. NEWTON-STEWART: Printed and Sold, Wholesale and Retail, byJ.M'Nairn. �OLD T O I LER. Bright Chanticlear proclaims the dawn, And spangles deck the thorn, The lowling herds now quit the lawn, The lark springs from the corn ; Dogs, huntsmen, round the window throng Fleet Towler leads the cry Arise the burden of my song, This day a stag must die. With a hey, ho, chevy, Hark forward, hark forward, tantivy, Hark, hark, tantivy, This day a stag must die. The cordial takes its merry round, The laugh and joke prevail, The huntsman blows a jovial sound, The dogs snuff up the gale ; The upland winds they sweep along O'er fields, through brakes they fly, The game is roused, too true the song, This day a stag must die. �Poor stag ! the dogs thy haunches gore, The tears run down thy face, The huntsman's pleasure is no more, His joys were in the chace ; Alike the generous sportsman burns To win the blooming fair, But yet he honours each by turns, They each become his care. PEASE-STRAE. When John and me were married, Our hading was but sma', For my minnie, cankert carlin, Would gie us nocht ava ; I wairt my fee wi canny care, As far as it would gae, But weel I wat our bridal bed Was clean pea strae. Wi working late and early, We're come to what you see, For fortune thrave aneath our hands, Sae eydent ay were we. �4 The lowe of love made labour light, I'm sure ye'll find it sae, When kind ye cuddle down, at e'en 'Mang clean pease-strae. The rose blooms gay on cairny brae. As weel's in birchen shaw, And love will lowe in cottage low, As weel's in lofty ha'. Sae, lassie, take the lad ye like, Whate'er your minnie say, Tho' ye should make your bridal bed Of clean pease-strae. B L Y T H E W A S SHE. Blythe, blythe and merry was she, Blythe was she butt and ben ; Blythe by the banks of ERN, And blythe in Glenturit glen. By Ochtertyre grows the aik, On Yarrow banks the birken shaw ; �5 But Phemie was a bonnier toss Than braes o' Yarrow ever saw. Her looks were like a flower in May, Her smile was like a simmer morn ; She tripped by the banks of Ern As light's a bird upon a thorn. Her bonnie face it was as meek As ony lamb upon a lee The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet As was the blink o' Phemie's ee. The Highland hills I've wander'd wide, And o'er the Lowlands I hae been ; But Phemie was the blythest lass That ever trod the dewy green, F A I R E S T OF T H E FAIR. O Nannie wilt thou gang wi' me, Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town ; ; �Can silent glens hae eliarms for thee,* The lowly cot and russet gown ? Nae langer drest in silken sheen, Nae langer decked wi' jewels rare, Say canst thou quit each courtly scene, Where thou wast fairest of the fair O Nannie, when thou'rt far awa* Wilt thou not cast a look behind? Say, canst thou face the flaky snaw, Nor shrink before the warping wind, O can that saft arid gentlest mein, Severest hardships learn to bear, Nor sad regret each courtly scene, Where thou wast fairest, of the fair ?* O Nannie, canst thou love so- true, Thro' perils keen, wi' me togae? Or when thy swain mishap shall rue, To share with him the pang of wae. And when invading pains befall, Wilt thou asume the nurse's (are, Nor wishful those gay scenes recall, Where thou wast fairest of the fair ? �7 And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath f Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with mules the bed of death f And wilt thcu o'er his much loved clay Strew flowers and drop the tender tear Nor then regret these scenes so gay, Where thcu w ast fairest of the lair ? w e ' l l IMELT EESJDETIIE rt'SKY CLEN, We'll meet beside the dusky glen, Cn yen burn side, Where the bushes fioim a cozy den, On yon burn side, Though thebroomy knowesbe green, Yet there we may be seen, But we'll meet—we'll meet at e'en, Down by yon burn side. I'll lead thee to the biiken bower, On yen burn side, Sae sweetly wove wi' weedbine flower, On yon burnside : �There the busy prying eye Ne'er disturbs the lovers' joy, While in i'ther arms they lie, Down by yon burn side. Awa ye rude unfeeling crew, Frae yon burn side, Those fairy scenes are no for you, By yon burn side, There fancy smooth's her theme, By the sweetly murmuring stream And the rock lodged echoes skim, Down by yon burn side. Now the plantin' taps are tinged wi' goud, On yon burn side, And gloaming draws her foggy shroud, O'er yon burn side, Far frae the noisy scene, I'll through the fields alane, There we'll meet, my ain dear Jean ! Down by yon burn side. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/29a6ca4b090f62b385cb67f768a1b3d2.jpg 574e95d7d1215e9f5268cea19d85b9ea 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 2954 Width 1594 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 Five Excellent Songs. Old Towler Pease-Strae. Blythe was she. Fairest of the fair. We'll meet beside the Dasky Glen. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134473505154">s0100b01</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Old Towler Pease-Strae. Blythe was she. Fairest of the fair. We'll meet beside the Dasky Glen. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1820-1837?] per National Library of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #6 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a vagrant travelling with a dog on the title-page. No. 9 printed at the top of the title-page. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Newton-Stewart Songs Ballads 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</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland</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 Newton-Stewart: Printed and sold wholesale and retail by J. McNairn https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8c70cdadd5f3d5554f41e0bc1881a04b.pdf fe4b32c795b141fa0b64dcb5ef4d8671 PDF Text Text U K ? FIVE EXCELLENT SONGS. The Bay of Biscay. Sandy Gray. Tom and Poll. There's nae luck about the house. O'er the water to Charlie, Falkirk:—Printed for the Booksellers. �SONGS. The Bay of Biscay. Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder, The rain a deluge show'rs, The clouds were rent asunder By lightenings vivid powers. The night both drear and dark, Our poor deluded bark, Till next day, There she lay, In the Bay of Bay of Biscay, O. New dash'd upon the billow, Her op'ning timbers creak ! Each fears a watery pillow, None stop the dreadful leak : To cling to slipp'ry shrouds, Each breathless seaman crouds, As she lay Till the day IN the Bay of Biscay, O. At length the wish'd for morrow, Broke through the hazy sky; Absorb'd in silent sorrow, Each heav'd the bitter sigh ! �3 The dismal wreck wreck to view, Struck horror to the crew ! As she lay, Till the day In the Bay of Biscay, O. Her yielding timbers sever, Her pitchy seams are rent, When Heaven, all bounteous ever, Its boundless mercy sent; A sail in sight appears! We hail it with three cheers! Now to sail With the gale, from the Bay of Biscay, O. Sandy Gray. Sandy Gray was a bit of a ranter, O, he was the Highlander gay, When M'Gregor he turn'd up his chanter, For footing a strathspey away. Himself, too, could pipe like a throstle ; But then, if gude ale spied the chiel, He'd so often be wetting his whistle, While he pip'd, he'd be dancing a reel. With his toodle roodle. Making poetry, too, was his pleasure, But wi' Helicon ne'er fash'd his lug ; �4 Like a poet, was fond o' gude measure, Provided 'twas ale in a mug. He'd empty a flask down his throttle, And then, like a poetic ass, If you ask'd him the rhyme to the bottle, Ten to one but he'd answer you ' glass.' Toodle, roodle, &c. Quickly he got dole for his drinking, (Sorrow you sots a' sup, be assur'd;) He, a'night when the moon was na blinking, Fell in a dyke an' was smoor'd, His mind he'd to muggin a' been giving, An' couldna frae dancing reels stop ; So as by the malt he stuck living, His fate was to die by the hop. Toodle, roodle, &c. Tom and Poll. The wind blew low, the sea was calm, When Tom and Poll first parted; She hung upon his trembling arm, And vow'd to be true-hearted: The tears flow'd down her lovely face, And sorrow mark'd each feature; He kiss'd her oft, and did embrace This charming tender creature. ' ' My lovely Poll,' Tom faintly cries, Thy poignant grief dispel; �5 Wipe off those tears which dim thine eyes; Then sigh'd and bade farewell: Bur, ah ! e'er long poor Tom had left His Poll and native shore, When by a shot of life bereft, He fell, to rise no more. The fatal news, Tom's death to tell, Resounded from afar; And told how brave in battle fell This gallant British tar. Poor Polly now, with piteous sighs, Tom's dismal end relate ; And to some desert spot she flies, To mourn his hapless fate. There's nae Luck about the House. And are ye sure the news are true. And are ye sure he's well, Is this a time to ta'k of wark, Mak haste set by your wheel, Is this a time to ta'k of Wark, Mak haste set by your wheel. Is this a time to ta'k of wark, When Collin's at the door; Gie m e my clock, I'lltothequey. And see him come a-shore. For there's nae luck aboutthehouse, There's nae luck at a ' ; �6 There's little pleasure in the house, When our goodman's awa. E k e up, and make a clean fire-side, Put on the muckle pat, Gie little Kate her cotton gown, And Jock his Sunday's coat, And make their shoon as black as slaes. Their hose as white as sna. t's a' to please our ain goodman, For he's been lang awa. For there's nae luck, &c. There is twa hens into the bauk, S'been fed fed this month and mair, Mak haste and thraw their necks about, That Colin well may fare; And spread the table neat and clean. Gar ilka thing look braw, It's a' for love of my goodman, For he's been lang awa. For there's nae luck, &c. O, Gie me down my big bonnet, My bishop's sattin gown, For I maun tell tell the baillie's wife, That Collin's come to town ; My Sunday's shoon they maun gae on, My hose o' pearl blue, It's a' to please my ain goodman, For he's baith leel and true. For there's nae luck, &c. �7 Sae true's his words, sae smooth's his speech, His breath's like caller air, His very foot has music in't, When he conies up the stair. And will I see his face again, And will I hear him speak ; I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, Is troth I'm like to greet. For there's nae luck, &c. The cauld blasts of the winter wind, That thrilled thro' my heart, They're a' blawn by, I hae him safe, Till death we'll never p a r t ; But what puts parting in my head. It may be far awa, The present moment is our ain, The neist we never saw. For there's nae luck, &c. Since Collin's well, I'm well content, I ha'e na mair to crave, Could I but live to mak him blest, I'm blest aboon the lave: And will I see his face again, And will I hear him speak ; I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like to greet. For there's nae luck, &c. �8 Co Come boat me o'er to Charlie; I'll gi'e John Ross another bawbee To boat me o'er to Charlie. We'll o'er the water, we'll o'er the sea, We'll o'er the water to Charlie, Come weel, come woe, we'll gather and go, And live or die wi' Charlie. I lo'e weel my Charlie's name, Tho' some there be abhor him ; But, O ! to see auld Nick gaun hame And Charlie's faes before him ! We'll o'er &c. Iswearand vow by moon and s t a r . And sun that shines so early, If I had twenty thousand lives, I'd die as oft for Charlie. We'll e'er, &c. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3cdba607bb356140acf9e03a5bb56bbd.jpg 434c36bdd79bed4ec6aa829d00cc53f2 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 2954 Width 1890 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 Five Excellent Songs. The Bay of Biscay. Sandy Gray. Tom and Poll. There's nae luck about the house. O'er the water to Charlie. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134473505154">s0100b01</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Bay of Biscay. Sandy Gray. Tom and Poll. There's nae luck about the house. O'er the water to Charlie. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1830-1840?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #75 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Bay of Biscay Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Chapbooks - Scotland - Falkirk 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</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland</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 Falkirk: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/543a4fcfe73dfd73ca6f5f630e588ec5.jpg 348691286b26769f4a6eb45bad20b325 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 young man wearing a straw hat, coat, and striped socks, sitting on a rock with a bowl of berries? https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3236da2f9bed0d90757aabfd7b5cba1c.pdf 4b0d420221201f02b40683d7d5259b19 PDF Text Text FIVE EXCELLENT SONGS. .aHHlLMHIitt i /iA L&VXV'O- 21HT THE CONSTANT SHEPHERD. THE WREATH. WELCOME SUMMER BACK THE DAINTY BIT THE AGAIN. PLAN. BACHELOR. GLASGOW; PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 25. �SONGS. THE CONSTANT SHEPHERD. My Patie is a lover gay, His mind is never muddy ; His breath is sweeter than new hay, His face is fair and ruddy: His shape is handsome, middle size, He's comely in his wauking; The shining o' his een surprise; It's heaven to hear him tanking. Yestreen I met him on a bawk, Where yellow corn was growing, Where mony a kindly word he spak, That set my heart a-glowing. He kiss'd and vow'd he wad bo mine, And lo'ed me best o' ony ; That gars me like to sing sinsyne, 0 corn riggs are bonny. Let lasses o' a silly mind Refuse what maist they're wanting, Since we for yielding were design'd, We chastely should be granting* Then I'll comply and marry Pate: And syne my cockernony He's free to touzle ear' or late While corn riggs are bonny. �3 THE W R E A T H . Ye shepherds tell me, tell mo, have you seen, Have you seen my Flora pass this way, in shape and feature beauty's queen, In pastoral, in pastoral array. Chorus. Shepherds tell me, tell me, tell me have you seen, Have you seen my Flora pass this way, Have you seen, tell me, shepherds, have you seen, Tell me have you seen my Flora pass this way. A wreath around her head, around her head she wort Carnation, lily, lily, rose, And in her hand a crook she bore, And sweets, and sweets her breath compose. Shepherds tell me, &c. The beauteous, the beauteous wreath that decks her head, . Forms her description, her description true, Hands lily white, lips crimson red, And cheeks, and cheeks of rosy hue. Shepherds tell me, &c. WELCOME S U M M E R B A C K AGAIN. In Flora's train the graces wait, And chase rude winter from the plain ; As on she roves, the wild flowers spring, And welcome summer back again. �4 Spring dances o'er the plain, Flowering all the woodland scene, Then join with me, my lovely May, To welcome summer back again, The budding wild will soon perfume The air, when balm'd by April's rain; 'Mong banks clad o'er wi* waving broom, We'll welcome summer back again. In yon sequester'd scene, The mavis sings his cheerful strain, And there we'll meet, my lovely May, To welcome summer back again. When yellow cowslips soent the meadv Then gladness o'er the plains will reign ; And soon, my love, we'll pu' the flowers, And welcome summer back again. Spring dances o'er the plain, Flowering all the woodland scene, With blooming garlands in her train, To wekome summer back again. THE DAINTY BIT PLAN. Our May had an e'e to a man, Nae less than the newly-placed Preacher: And we plotted.a dainty bit-plan For trapping our spiritual teacher, O, we were sly, sly! 0 , we were sly and sleekit! But ne'er say a herring is dry until it be reestit and smeekit. �We treated young Mr M'Gock, We plied him wi' tea and wi' toddy ; And we praised every, word that he spoke, Till we put him maist out o' the body. 0 , we were sly, sly! &c. Frae the kirk we were never awa', Except when frae hame he was helping ; And then May, and often us a', Gaed far and near after him skelping. 0 , we were sly, sly! &c. We said aye, which our neighbours thought droll, That to hear him gang through wi' a sermon, Was, (though a wee dry on the whole,) As refreshing's the dew 011 Mount Hermon. O, we were sly, sly! &c. But to come to the heart 0' the nit— The dainty bit plan that we plotted Was to get a subscription afi-t, And a watch to the minister voted. 0 , we "were sly, sly! &c. The young women folk 0' the kirk, By turns lent a hand in collecting; But May took the feck o' the wark, And the trouble the rest 0' directing. 0 , we were sly, sly! &c. A gran' watch was gotten belyve, And May wi* sma' prigging, consentit To be ane 0' a party 0' five To gang to the Manse and present it. 0 , we were sly, sly! &c. �6 We a' gied a word o' advice To May in a deep consultation, To hae something to say unca nice, And to speak for the hale deputation. 0 , we were sly, sly! &c. Taking present and speech baith in hand, May delivered a bonny palaver To let Mr M'Gock understand How zealous she was in his favour. 0 , we were sly, sly! &c. She said that the gift was to prove, That his female friends valued him highly, But it eouldna express a' their love; And she glintit her e'e at him slyly. 0 , we were sly, sly ! &c. He put the gold watch in his fab, And proudly he said he wad wear i t ; And, after some flattering gab, Tauld May he was gaun to be marryit. 0 , we were sly, sly! 0 , were sly and sleekit! But Mr M'Gock was nae gowk, wi' our dainty bit plar to be cleekit. May came liame wi' her heart at her mouth, And became, frae that hour, a Dissenter, And now she's renewing her youth Wi* some hopes o' the burgher Precentor. 0 , but she's sly, sly! O, but she's sly and sleekit! And cleverly opens ae door as soon as anither is steekit. �7 THE BACHELOR. My master was an auld Batch, Baitli crabbed and uncivil: Than kiss a lass, (except when f o u ) He'd sooner kiss the d 1. An' he had gowd and sil'er baith, As meikle's fill a barrel; A gaudy house, an' grand estate, Might serve a duke or earl. But woman's ways he coudna thole— The cause o' a disasters ; He'd sneer, an' jeer, an' curse the sex. And ca' them downright wasters. But then, again, when he was fu', His love was overbearing; He'd kiss an' slake about my mou', Nae wife nor sil'er fearing. As I was growing auld mysel', And lovers growing scanty, I thought upon my master's house, His gear an' sil'er plenty. So I got witnesses ae night, When he was reeling rarely, To hear his tender promises, An' see us bedded fairly. He sought me to his chamber ha', And troth, I didna swither ; But gave a sweet complying smile, An' alf to bed thegither. But oh! that morn when he awoke ! Ere he could weel consider, �8 He drew his arms frae 'bout my neck, As if he'd touch'd an adder! " Weel, B e t ! " says he, what brings you here My troth, biit you re a trimmer! Gae, rise, an' mend the kitchen fire, You lewd lascivious liramer ! " " Na, na, gudeman ! do that yoursel'— I'll rise when I am ready ; I was your servant yesterday, But now I am your l a d y ! " But wha could paint his waspish face, As I the fatfts were tilling! His miser-moans, his sii'er-shrinks, Were like a cuddy's yelling! W i ' rage, he fell upon the floor, And gi'ed a mar like thun'er; But matrimony's chains are strong— There's few they'll not keep un'er. Now since his single woes are past, An' lie has got a baby, His looks liae quite anither cast, His dress is never shabby. A n ' aye he blesses Bet his wife, The night she nail'd him till her, An' wadna be a Batch again For a' his Ian' an' sil'er. J t1 K'c 'xiA ?xi_> . if i w j 'ed &%3 � 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 036: Title-page illustration of a young man wearing a straw hat. He is sitting on a rock with a bowl in his hand. 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 Five Excellent Songs. The Constant Shepherd. The Wreath. Welcome Summer Back Again. The Dainty Bit Plan. The Bachelor. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Constant Shepherd The Wreath Welcome Summer Back Again The Dainty Bit Plan The Bachelor Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923314893505154">s0427b18</a> Description An account of the resource 25 printed at foot of 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 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 Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow # of Woodcuts: 1 Activity: eating Architecture: house Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): working class Food & Drink Gender: man/men Nature: flower(s) Nature: rock(s) Occupation: shepherd Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ae5cac36aea850572ba2b0dd8acae6a6.pdf 5bb6e4e3a042f2d29f00c425bde3627d PDF Text Text Five Excellent SONGS. The Flower o' Dumblane. The YELLOW Hair'd Laddie. The Meeting of the Waters. Life is like a Summer Flower. Bruce's Address. Newton-stewart. Printed and sold Wholesale and Retail, By J M'Nairn. �BRUCE'S ADDRESS, Scots,whatha'ewi'Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has often led; Welcome to your gory bed. Or to victory., Now's the day, and now's the hour, See the fr See approach proud Edward's power Chains and slavery. Wha will be a traitor knave? What wad fill a coward's grave? What sae base as be a slave! Coward turn and flee! What for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw; Freemanstan',orfreemanfa', caledonians, on wi' me. By oppression's woes and pains, By your sons in servile chains, We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in ev'ry foe, Liberty's in every blow! Forward! do or die! �3 LIFE IS LIKE A SUMMER FLOWER Oh' life is like a summer flower, Blooming but to wither; O, love is like an April hour, Tears and smiles together ; And hope is but a vapour light,. The lover's worst deceiver; Before him now it dances bright, And now it's gone for ever. O, joy Is but a passing ray, Lover's hearts b e g u i l i n g . , A gleam that cheers a winter's day. Just a moment smiling. But tho', in hopeless dark despair. The thread of life may sever: Yet while it beats, dear maid, I sweat, My heart is thine for ever ! T H E F L O W E R o' D U M B L A N E . The sun has gane clown o'er the lofty Benlomoud, And left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene, �4 While lanely I stray in the calm summer gloamin' T o muse on sweet Jessie the flower o' Dumblane. How sweet is the brier, wi' its saft faulding blossom! And sweet is the birk, wi' its mantle o' green ; Y e t sweeter and fairer, and dear to this bosom' Is lovely young Jessie, the flow'r o' Dumblane. She's modest as onie, and blythe as she's bonny; For guileless simplicity marks her It's • ain ; A n d far be the villan, divested of feeling, Wha'd blight in its bloom, the sweet flow'r o' Duinblane. Sing on, thou sweet mavis, thy hymn to the e'ening, Thour't dear to the echoes o' Calder; wood glen; �Sae deartothisboosom,saeartlessand winning' Is charming young Jessie theflow'ro' Dumblane. How lost were my days till I met wi' my Jessie, The sports o' the city seem'd folish and vain; I ne'er saw the nymph I would' ca' my dear lassie, Till charm'd wi' sweet Jessie, the flow'r o' Dumblane. Though mine were the station o' loftiest grandeur, Amidst its profusion I'd languish in pain, And reckon as nathing the hight o' its splendour, If wanting young Jessie, the flow'r o' Dumblane. t h eyellowhair'dladdie. In April when primroses paint the sweet; plain, �And summer approachingrejoiceththe swain, The yellow-hair'd laddie would oftentimes go T o wilds and deep glens, where the haw. thorn trees- grow. There under the shade of an old sacred thorn, With freedom he sang his love ev'ning and morn; He sang with so soft and enchanting a sound, That syIvans and fairies, unseen, danc'd around. The shepherd thus sang:" Though young Maya be fair, Her beauty is dash'd with a scornfu' proud air : But Susie was handsome, and sweetly could sing, Her breath like the breezesperfum'din the spring. That Maya, in all the gay bloom of her youth, �7 Likethemoonwasinconstant,and never spoke But Susie was faithfull, good-humoured, and free, Andfairasthegoddesswhosprangfrom the sea". That mamma's fine daughter, with all the great dow'r, Was awkwardly airy, and frequently sour; Then, sighing, he wish'd would her parents agree, The witty sweet Susie his mistress might be. THE M E E T I N G O F T H E W A T E R S There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet, Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, E'er the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. truth �8 Yet it was not t the scene. Nor purest of crystal and brightest of green; 'Twasnotthesoftmagicofstremletor hill; Oh! no—it was something more exquisite still— 'Twas that friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near, Who made very dear scene of enchantment more dear ; And who felt how the best charms of Nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Ovoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms which we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace, � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3232053464d34c0cd1d62d8aaa25db96.jpg 90adb350c52e9eed35e260bd348477c2 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 1841 Document A resource containing textual data. 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Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1820-1837?] per National Library of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #27 and #50 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a Masonic (Lodge) symbol on the title-page. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Newton-Stewart 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 Newton-Stewart: Printed and sold wholesale and retail by J. McNairn https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/389dcc4b4dbdf0a9659dd6deb96f3641.pdf 41af591e5efb05de83cbfbe692c56e63 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8ae1beaf5fb62647fd5dabe6bbd7007e.jpg fa117b7a82eb1ae98e07cc18e304ef9f 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 Five Favourite Songs, Scots and English by Various Authors. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133953505154">s0141b34</a> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1797?] per National Library of Scotland Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #47 in a bound collection of 54 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Quote on title-page: When we came in by Glasgow town: We were a comely sight to see; My love was i' the black velvet, And I myself in cramasie." Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. ESTC N40492 <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland&nbsp;</a> Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Language A language of the resource Scots English Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. One morning very early Verses from the Duenna O Waly Waly, &amp;c. English Verses The night her silent, &amp;c. 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 Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs 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: Brash & Reid Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1791-1800 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Brash & Reid https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/f44b25d9d492d10fc39caf1a854d2cae.jpg a7924a5beae3994a4357a6682008c2de 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 3248 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 young woman wearing a hat, dress, and shawl standing before a gate. https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/4cec8e3c61b88d1f389d79bba316ad05.pdf 34d6a37f0dc0fc4e6817b0b26a9f331c PDF Text Text FIVE Favourite Songs —p rr >? K A T E KEARNEY, A SOLDIER'S SONG. PATIE'S WEDDING. THE LASS OF GOWRIE, YOUNG WILLIAM. GLASGOW: F E I N T ^ FOR THE WQ&SELh}ffi& 43. �ST/II SONGS. ir(y(fiA3X ai'A/i oMoa B'hmalioz A SOLDIER'S SONG. • !ua:gw , ; How Stands the glass around, For shame you take no care, my hoy% How stands the glass around, Let mirth and wipe abound, The trumpets sound, The colours they are flying, boys. To fight, kill, or wound, May we still be found, Content with our hard fate, my boys, On the cold ground, Why, soldiers, why, Whose business tistodie! What sighing fie, Damn fear, drink on, be jolly, boys, 'Tis he, you or I, Cold, hot wet, or dry, Are always bound to follow, boys. And scorn to fly, 'Tis but in vain, I mean not to upbraid ye, boys; 'Tis but in vain. For soldiers to complain,. Should next campaign Bond its to him who made its boy& M �3 We're free from pain; But if we remain, A bottle and kind landlady Cure all again. KATE KEARNEY. O did you not hear of Kate Kearnj ? She lives on the banks of Killarney: From the glance of her eye, shun danger and fl/f For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney. For that eye is so modestly beaming, You'd ne'er think of mischief she's dreaming, Yet, oh! I can't tell how fatal's the spell That lurks in the eye of Kate Kearney, v _ / " ' " ' ' . ; \ ^ " £ Oh, should you e'er meet this Kate Kearney, Who lives on the banks of Killarney, Beware of her smile, for many a wile Lies hid in the bosom of Kate Kearney. Though she looks so bewitchingly simple, There's mischief in every dimple, And who dare inhale her mouth's spicy gale, Must die by the breath of Kate Kearney. Y" 1 ' ' P A T I E ' S WEDDING. As Patie cam* up frae the glen, Driving his wethers before him, He met bonny Meg ganging liame, Her beauty was like for to smoor him. �0 dinna ye ken, beanie Mfcg* I etfsW That you and I s gamitfco be maniiiad ? X rather had broken any leg, • *• ''•.•* A . Before such a bargain miscarried. Na, Patie, 0 ilia's teWd tfeat ? I think that of n^w^they ye b^eii^aasj^^ That I should he married-so soon, Or yet should ha'e been sae yaxml}\ 1 Winn a'- w married.the year, Suppose 1 were courted by twenty ; »Sae Patie, ye needna ma/ir spier, For weel I wat I dinna want ye. Now 'Kfaggie, what makes ye sae sweert, Is it because that I ,U^na a m&ilin? The lad that has plenty o' gear Need-rietfer want a liauf or a hale ana My dad hasago^d grey.i)i,are, And yours lias twa cows and a lilly. And that will be plenty of gear, Sae Maggie, be nae sae ill-willy. Indeed, Patie, I dinna ken, But first ye maun spier at my daddy, You are as well born as Ben, And I oaM&Uiy but i am reaMv ; There is plentyof yarn,i^^JjUQ^ To make me a. coat and a j w p y ; And plaide^ e n e i i g h ^ G i f j c get it, I shanna scrimp ye. B �Now, fare ye weel, my bonny Meg, I'se W a weo smacky fa' on yen ; May my neck be as lang as my leg f ; . ^ 4fV If I be an ill hii%nd unto you. Sae gang ypixr way ham6 e now, ' ~ Mak' ready this day fifteen days, And tell your father the news That I'll be his son in great kindness. Hi ffi ... .. 1 tlU )V I Then Maggie as bly.the as a wren After a blast o* ill weather, Gaed a' the haj^ gate singing hame, To tell the glad news to her (father., But ay the auld man said to her, • Ye'11 no be in this mind till Monday ^ 0 never you mind, quo' Maggie, For I got a kiss, to the bounty, ,ow bxiB t iiiodrfQion Itoos Ik oT It was nae lang after that, Wha came to our bigging but Patie, Weel drest in a braw new coat, . Jmd wow but lie f o u g h t himself pretty, His "bannet was little fr$e new, In i t was a laop and a flitty, , "; To tie in a ribbon sae blue, To bab at the neck o' his coatv, 1 a Iml .ihufoid* .bV^Y?. * nh f*7/?! Then Patie caane in with a Said,'peace be here to the bigging, You re welcome, quo' Willi am. come1 ben. Or I wish5 it may rive frae the ^iggiiigf Now draw in your seat and sit down, , And tell-us a^ydiir riews in a hurry ; : �6 And haste ye Meg, and be done, And hing on the* pan wi' the berry. Quoth Fatie, my news is nae thrang, Yestreen I was wi' his honour, Fve ta'en three rigs o' braw land, And ha'e bound myself under a bonnar. And now my errant to you, Is for Maggie to help me to labour, I think you maun gi'es the best cow, Because that our biddins but sober. Well now, for to help you through, Fll be M the cost o' the bridal, 111 cut the craig of the ewe That had maist died of the side ill. And that'll be plenty of bree, Sae lang as our will is nae reisted, TQ all the good neighbours and we, j think we'll no be that ill feasted, Quoth Patie' 0 that'll do well, And I'll gi'e you your brose in the mornmg\ O kail that was made yestreen, For I like it best in the forenoon, Sae Tam the piper did play, And ilka ane danc'd that was willing ; And a' the lave they rank'd through, And they held the stoupy ay filling. The auld wives sat and they chow'd, And when that the carles grew nappy, They danc'd as weel as they dow'd, Wi' a crack o' their thumbs and a kappie. �7d The lad that wore the white band, tfdT I think they caVl him Jamie Mather, And he took the brWe h j the handr v And cried to play up Maggy L'awderA .maijIHTozuoy THE LASS Q' GOWRIE. )Y Twas on a simmer s afternoon, d) -nlT A wee before the sun gaed down, My lassie wi' a braw new gown Came o'er the hills to Gowrie. H .bnitlod jlal ed oiijsL 'iori The rose-bud tingVI with morning showers* Bloom'd fresh within the sunny bowers, But Kitty was the fairest flower i() That ever bloom'd in Gowrie. 'gnoi oa vorii jiohanq edT I had nae thought to dae her' wrang, But round her ne9k my arms I fla^g, And said, My lassie, will ye gang, ? To view the Carse o' Gowrie ? \< \i H J <L> J L JjooJ* '§n3to 'jfh 'io't labnei 9ilT 111 tak' ye to my father's ha*, ; f In yon green field- beside the shaw, And mak' ye lady o' them a', The brawest od? { ,in Gowrie. wife >!ooi.f> uJj/o'ii i).»iA • Soft kisses on her cheek I laid, The blush upon lier cheek soon spread, She whisper'd modestly, arid said, 4 I'll gang wi' you to G6#rie. �The auld folk s&on gi tbiw consent^ So? to . Mess John we quickly went,, Wha tied us . to our heaift^ con tout,. And now she's tady Gowrie! YOUNG WILLIAM. Young William was a seamair tiAie, The darfijag of our bonny ereW! k -r« For blythe was h%l and kind; ./. For thfwghvw iag^wf lubber ; ; Right, loth he was to; go to-sea* ; For Jane he left behind. And Jemiy lovM, lint; all by- stealth, Rer father hadmueh store of wmJtii, Of Will fie would not hear; A M Till criel change atdengtb reveaM' The passion they so long conceal'd, And William tet his 4?&r. , A friendly voice poor A ruffian gang the youth assai Pd» 'Twa^ cfoiifr by cursed gold ; The tender for the offing stood. The cutte^ikimi#Vl tjie yieldjn^f They cateh^hi^ihth& hold,; She, troubled wqlks the be&qU in haste, And troubl'd look'd the waste, And by, the jio^f jng, w^xe.; jx ^corpsp was warfiM, upon >rFwa$ William, and >vit|i £,c&rs thajv^ore Two loyers to the. graye, "it * � 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 062: Title-page illustration of a young woman wearing a hat, dress, and shawl standing before a gate. 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 Five Favourite Songs. Kate Kearney. A Soldier's Song. Patie's Wedding. The Lass of Gowrie. Young William. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923314953505154">s0427b19</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Kate Kearney. A Soldier's Song. Patie's Wedding. The Lass of Gowrie. Young William. 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 43 printed at the bottom of the title-page. Woodcut #62: Illustration on title-page of a young woman wearing a hat, dress, and shawl standing before a gate. Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival & 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 Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario # of Woodcuts: 1 Architecture: gate Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Gender: woman/women Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/772b5e7ad43dade20461599d6e10b624.pdf 85b4d932d9c8c6ed1dfde92931a759b9 PDF Text Text Five Favourite SONGS. Royal Charlie. John Anderson my Jo. Whistle and I'll Come to you my Lad. Love and Glory. Nobody Coming to Marry me. NEWTON-STEWART : Printed and SoLd, Wholesale and Retail, by J. M'NAIRN. �R O Y A L CHARLIE. The wind comes frae the land I love, It moves the flood fu' rarely; Look for the lily on the lea, And look for royal Charlie. Ten thousand swords shall leave their And smite fa' sharp and sairly, [sheaths And Gordon's might and Erskine's pride, Shall live and die wi' Charlie. The sun shines out—wide smiles the s e a , The lily blossoms rarely; ; O yonder comes his gallant ship, Thrice welcome, royal Charlie ! "Yes,yon's a good and gallant ship, Wi' banners flaunting fairly ; But should it meet your darling, prince, 'Twill feast the fish wi' Charlie. Wide rustled site wi' silks in state, And waved her white hand proudlie, And drew a bright sword from the sheath, And answered high and loudlie. �3 " I had three sons, and a good lord, Wha sold their lives fu' dearlie ; And wi' their dust I'd mingle mine, For love of gallant Charlie. It wad hae made a hale heart sair, T o see our horsemen flying ; And my three bairns, and my good lord, Amang the dead and dying : " I snatched a banner—led them back— The white rose flourish'd rarely : The deed I did for royal James I'd do again for Charlie. JOHN ANDERSON, M Y John Anderson my jo, John, Ye were my first conceit, I think nae shame to say, John, I loe'd ye ear and late ; JO. �4 They say you're turning auld, John, And what though it be so ? Ye are ay the same kind man to me, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my Jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent ; But now ye're turned bald, John, Your locks are like the snow ; My blessings on that frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We've seen our bairn's bairns, And yet my dear John Anderson, I'm happy In your arms ; And sae are ye in mine, John, I'm sure ye'll no say no, Tho' the days are past that we hae seen, John Anderson my jo. �5 John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither, And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither ; Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo. WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU, MY LAD. O whistle, and I'll come to you my lad; O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad: Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad, O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad. But warily tent when ye come to court me, And come nae unless the back-yet he a-jee; Syne up the hack style, and let naebody see And come as ye war na comin' to me. And COME, & c . �6 At kirk or at market, whene'er ye meet me Gang by me as though that ye cared na a flie, But steal me a blink o' your bonny black e'e, Yot look as ye war, na lookin at me. Yet look, &c. Ay vow and protest that ye carena for me, And whiles ye may lightly my beauty a wee; But court na anither, though jokin ye be, For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me. For fear, &c. L O V E AND GLORY. Young Henry was as brave a youth As ever graced a martial story : And Jane was fair as lovely truth— She sighed for love, and he for glory. With her his faith he meant to plight, And told her many a gallant story; �7 Till war, their honest joys to blight; Called him away from love to glory. Brave Henry met the foe with pride ; Jane followed, fought—ah! hapless story! In man's attire by Henry's side, She died for love, and he for glory. NOBODY COMING T O M A R R Y ME. Last night the dogs did barky, I went to the gate to see : When every lass had a spark, But nobody comes to me. And it's oh dear! what will become of me Oh dear ! what will I do ? Nobody coming to marry me, Nobody coming to woo. My father' s a hedger and ditcher, My mother does nothing but spin, �8 And I'm a pretty young girl, But the money comes slowly in. They say I'm beauteous and fair, They say I'm scornful and cold ; Alas ! i must now despair, For ah ! I am grown very old. And now I must die an old maid, Oh dear! how shocking the thought! And all my beauty must fade, But I'm sure it is not my fault. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/93fcffc964dc945b63ab03b604fac8c1.jpg ee4f2a0c67d6a1f169f35546340ae241 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 3162 Width 1810 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 girl holding a flower standing between two pillars with flowers in vases on top. Large house in the background 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 005: Title-page illustration in a single-ruled rectangular border of a girl holding a flower standing between two pillars in an outdoor scene. 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 Five Favourite Songs. Royal Charlie. John Anderson my Jo. Whistle and I'll Come to you my lad. Love and Glory. Nobody coming to marry me. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134473505154">s0100b01</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Royal Charlie. John Anderson my Jo. Whistle and I'll Come to you my lad. Love and Glory. Nobody coming to marry me. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1820-1837?] per National Library of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #68 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks 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</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland</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 Newton-Stewart: J. McNairn Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks -- Scotland -- Newton Stewart Jacobites Charles Edward, Prince, grandson of James II, King of England, 1720-1788 War Courtship and Marriage Description An account of the resource Woodcut #05: Illustration on title-page of a girl holding a flower standing between two pillars in an outdoor scene. # of Woodcuts: 1 Architecture: gate Architecture: house Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1821-1830 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Newton-Stewart: J. McNairn Fashion (Clothing): bloomers Fashion (Clothing): children's clothes Fashion (Clothing): dress Fashion (Clothing): stockings Fashion (Clothing): upper class Gender: girl(s) Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/0d9c7293468f69bbb9b096a253014a7f.jpg fa389d6ed7406e6b1625ef4b6d8fee88 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 young man wearing hat. He is standing in a field sharpening a scythe https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/e15ff31de2e0c42992aa137772f7fff8.pdf 73fcc170a11f1b2568c17e49fc5cbc8f PDF Text Text FIVE Favourite Songs, THE GOLDEN GLOVE. THE ANSWER. GET UP AND BAR THE DOOR. THE CHOUGH AND CROW. NOW YE'RE F A R A W A', LOVE. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR TIIE 15. BOOKSELLERS. �M 711 SONGS. .fK'iwK'KA a i r r THE GOLDEN GLOVE. A wealthy young 'squire of T amworth we hear, He courted a nobleman's daughter so fair; And for to marry her it was his intent, All friends and relations had given their consent. The time was appointed for the wedding-day, A young farmer was chosen the father to be ; As soon as the lady the farmer did spy, It flamed her heart, 0 my heart, she did cry. She turned from the 'squire, nothing she said, Instead of being married she went to her bed, The thoughts of the farmer still run in her mind, The way for to have him she soon then did find. Coat, waistcoat, and breeches she then did put on, And a-hunting she went with her dog and her gun She hunted all round where the farmer did dwell, Because in her heart she lov'd him so well. She oftentimes fired, but nothing she killed, At lengtn the young farmer came into the field; �3 Then for to talk with him it was her intent, With her dog and gun to meet him she went I thought you had been at the wedding, she cry'd, To wait on the/squire to give him his bride ; No, sir, said the farmer, if the truth I may tell, I'll not give her away, for I love her too well. Suppose that the lady should grant you her love, You know that the 'squire your rival will prove ; 0 then, says the farmer, I'll take sword in hand, By honour I'll gain her, or my life's at command. It pleased the lady to hear him so bold, And she gave him a glove that was flower'd with gold, She told him she found it in coming along, As she was a-hunting with her dog and her gun. The lady went home with her heart full of love, And she gave out a speech she had lost her glove ; And the man that does find it and bring it to me, The man that does find it, his bride I shall be. The farmer was pleased when he heard the news— With a heart full of joy to his lady he goes ; Dear honoured lady, I've pick'd up your glove, If you will be pleased to grant me your love. It is already granted, I will be your bride, 1 love the sweet breath of a farmer, she cry'd ; I'll be mistress of the dairy and milking the cows, While my jolly brisk farmer is whistling at plows. �4 THE ANSWER. The 'squire he returned in a furious mood, Swearing to be revenged in the farmer's blood; But fortune to the farmer proving more kind, Disappointed the 'squire of his cruel design. The 'squire and farmer by chance did meet, Says the 'squire to the farmer, you are undiscreet For taking from me my lovely sweet bride ; You shall either fight me, or die by my side. With all my whole heart, the farmer did cry, To fight for my jewel I'll never deny ; So to work with vigour they instantly went, But the 'squire yielding, gave the farmer content. And now they are married in great splendour we hear, The farmer possesses nine thousand a^year ; With his beautiful lady, and likewise his hall, He has men and maid-servants, and all at his call. Here's a health to plough-boys, the lady did cry, That I'm wed to a ploughman I'll never deny, Because they are men of honour, and that we are sure, And also do labour for both rich and poor. After the wedding she told of the fun, How she hunted the farmer with a dog and gun; But now I have catched him so fast in my snare, I'll enjoy him for ever, I vow and declare. �5 GET UP AND B A R THE DOOR. It fell upon a Martinmas time, And a gay time it was then, When our goodwife got puddings to make, And she boil'd them in a pan. The wind sae cauld blew south and north, And blew into the floor, Quoth our goodman to our goodwife, Get up and bar the door. My hand is in my hussy's skap, Goodman as you may see, An' it should na be barr'd this hundred year, It's no be barr'd for me. They made a paction 'tween them twa, They made it firm and sure, That the first word whae'er should speak, Should rise and bar the door Then by there came twa gentlemen, At twelve o'clock at night, And they could neither see house nor hall, Nor coal nor candle light. Now, whether is this a rich man's house ? Or whether is it a poor ? But ne'er a word would ane o' them speak, For barring of the door. �6 And first they ate the white puddings, And then they ate the black ; Tho' muckle thought the goodwife to hersel', Yet ne'er a word she spak'. Then said the one unto the other, Here man, take my knife, Do ye tak* aff the auld man's beard, And I'll kiss the goodwife. But there's nae water in the house, And what shall we do then? What ails you at the pudding bree That boils into the pan ? 0 up then started our goodman, An angry man was he ; Will ye kiss my wife before my face. And scad me wi' pudding bree ? Then up then started our goodwife, Gi'ed three skips on the floor ; Goodman, you've spoken the foremost word, Get up and bar the door. NOW Y E ' R E F A R AW A', LOVE. Oh ! now ye're far awa', love, Ye're far awa' frae me, O'er woodland glens, and rocky dens. And o'er the raging sea. �7 I stand upon the rocky shore, The rocky hills behind, I spy the distant ship afar, That's driven with the wind. I see the waves around her rise, Ten thousand billows roar ; The foaming surges lash the skies Behind her and before. Unto the winds I gave a sigh, Unto the waves a tear ; Up to the skies I send my cry, 0 for my dearest dear. Kind Providence, oh! hear my voice, Oh, wilt thou her life save ? Oh, keep her from the sunken rocks, And from a watery grave. For, though she's borne awa' frae me, Across the raging main, Our hapless loves may yet revive, Were we to meet again. THE CHOUGH AND CROW. The chough and crow to roost are gone, The owl sits on the tree, The hush'd wind wails with feeble moan, Like infant charity. �8 The wild fire dances on the fen, The red star sheds its ray ; Up-rouse ye then, my merry men. It is our opening day. Both child and nurse is fast asleep, And closed is every flower, And winking tapers faintly peep, High from my lady's bower ; Bewildered hinds with shortening ken, Shrink on their murky way ; Up-rouse ye then, my merry men, It is our opening day. Nor board nor garner own we now, Nor roof nor latched door, Nor kind mate, bound by holy vow, To bless a good man's store. Noon lulls us in a gloomy den, And night has grown our day ; Up-rouse ye $ien, my merry men, And use it as ye may. ! <00 1 O t ' ,99'rt 0 d.t ! I'ii firi ff elujw � 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 001: Title-page illustration of a young farmer sharpening a scythe in a field. 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 Five Favourite Songs. The Golden Glove. The Answer. Get Up and Bar the Door. The Chough and Crow. Now Ye're Far Awa', Love. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Golden Glove The Answer Get Up and Bar the Door The Chough and Crow Now Ye're Far Awa', Love Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923314963505154">s0427b20</a> Description An account of the resource 15 printed at foot of title page Woodcut #01: Illustration on title-page of a young farmer sharpening a scythe in a field. 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 Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Courtship and Marriage Wit and Humor 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 Chapbook Genre: wit & humor Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): bonnet Fashion (Clothing): jacket Fashion (Clothing): pants Fashion (Clothing): working class Gender: man/men Occupation: farmer Outdoor Scene Tools: scythe(s)