17 10 639 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8732dc1c06ccc5520a5d497cbcfa87b4.pdf ee40d86f93bd529f4423787b608e7988 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/b8282b0ce5ab29e605f8cd5385459ac8.jpg 8687642751784d69a89e8c34e0f37ed7 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 3426 Width 1950 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 beds of roses. To which are added, Arra Captain Agra. The reformed drunkard. The choice of a wife. The choice of a husband. O! wonder to hear! Subject The topic of the resource Alcohol Courtship and Marriage Religion and Ethics Wit and Humor War Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1805 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 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/alma9923268293505154">s0292b17</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Arra Captain Agra. The reformed drunkard. The choice of a wife. The choice of a husband. O! wonder to hear! Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Abstract A summary of the resource. A collection of songs and ballads on a variety of topics. The title song is a romantic ballad on the love a young man has for his lover, his desire to lavish attention, money, and love upon her, rejecting the will of his parents in order to one day soon marry her. The second song is a humorous song detailing the wonder of an Irish soldier at the various experiences and military kits he receives after he enlists. The next song is a humorous but cautionary tale about a drunkard who spends all his money on drink and is consequently rejected by his well-dressed mistress, which leads him to decide to stop drinking and go home to his poor wife and children who he had likewise abused during his drinking days. The next two songs are paired to detail the desirable qualities to be had in a husband and wife, with an emphasis on virtues of economy, frugality, intelligence, honour, discretion, and good conversation. The final song describes a young country couple who are so in love that when the Lord of the village attempted to seduce the young lass to his bed with offers of money, jewels, and silks, she rejected all his offers saying she would prefer to walk, be poor, and wear linsey-wool rather than leave her love. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/ Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Belfast, Ireland 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 by J. & M. Robertson 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/18ff0e2019dbec48dc9d3090c9bd493c.pdf 8f2e180c437e722a3a31f5312fabeb61 PDF Text Text T H E Belfaft Maid's Lamentation FOR THE Lofs of her Sweetheart, I TO WHICH ARE 1DUEB, GENTLEMEN RAKIiS ofthe TOWN. T h e HUMOURS of ROSEMARY L A N E . The W H I S T L I N G D A U G H T E R . P A D Y O B L A R N E Y. W 1 N E I S G O M M A N D E R» .1 G L A S G O W, Printed by J , and M.Ro'6ertfcn> Saltmarkjftt; 1803, �wmmgm T H E BELFAST M A I D ' S L A M E N T A T I O N . c Ome all you pretty maids, take warning byrne. And let nqf icve affect you in any degree, Fqr T was crofs'd m love* and love it ,was my pain, By a bandfbme youth that has crols'd o'er the main; O that I was a little BJrd, or had I wings to fly, Vi to the field. of battle go and on him I would lie, With my fluttering wing? his bleeding wounds Fd And on his iovely bofbm I'd ever remain, (clean, But now my love's gone, I'll wander and roam. Thro' each lone Tome valley making my moan, T h e fmafl birds o f t he bufhes will join and pity me., Since I have loft my jewel arid him V\l ne*?er fee. Ye maidens take pity on a poor wretched maid, "tVpo's with grief affifted, by Capid's dart beTrapJ; Ye godsjof loye affiffme my burning love to quench, I'm wounded by a.ybung maa that's gone to fight V the French., • ^ " ^ H : a lips are I k e thecoral t his cheeks like the rofe, His ftin is like the Illly, his? eye? $re black as floes, He's proper, tali and hindlbme in ever^degvee, > t i e has crofs'd the wide ocean to face his enemyf If to the fie!& of battle my darling he goes* g Ouatdian angels proted him from his da^iagjoej*, May he f e crowned with laure * he'boytEtet l a ^ r e * And may i live to fee him in Belfafi town once mere. If by the cruel French my darling faould he flai Then for ever fmjfe for his fake i will remain, T o no mortal man breathing will I giv£ my hand, Until 1 lee my jewel his o ^ n native �k J J .. r # ^ ,; o what a misfortune took him from his place, I Ui(h I'd^e'er beheld his beautiful fine face, T h e words thkbafs'd between us cnour parting days I never w i l l deny it, he*fto!e tny heart away He faid to me my jewel, corae along with A s we are young and airy and from all danger free. And whiift you are byme no danger would 1 fear, Bat hark! the trumpet founds, fa farewei my dear* G E S f r L E M E N RAKE3"OF TEE TOWN. I D not you hear oi the gentlemen rakes, And hear the ftreet cry of beer, wine & cakes* Win!ft ive in blue aprons, and dean linen gowns, For to view ail the gentlemen rakes of the town. The gqodman crimes hanvs to drive away care^ And takes fome good fellow away to the fair y Some are too baihfi^b and fome are too bold, Young w omens' intentions are not to b$ told, m i l i t w& in blue aprons, etc. There's Millers, there's Oafs there's Bully&a!! t There's Lee, and there's Harper, the devil and ail, Whiift we^tre a viewing, rhe gentlemen rakes. And hear tne fweet cry of beer, wine and cakes. Whiift wc in blue aprons, etc. Our pinners well lac'd? with fine round ear'd caps, W e drefs ourfelves nice to. tempt our chaps, With nngs & round ribbons to fwell out our pnde* And our hofoW all suked to tempt you beiide* i WhiUl we in blue aprons, etc. On our arms hangs a ballet of fruit that is nice*. Oor-;^Mtl€mens ? palate to pleafe io a trice, it be at a njafquerade, play-houie, or baI35 lately frequented, likewrfe Fox-halL Whilii we in blue aprons, eta* •« D �C 4 1 The H U M O U R S of ROSEMARY LANE. sijfe E bloods and ye bucks that rove thro' the city, Step into Rag-fair, you'll fee humours pretty, There's Doily a F a n n y , and amorous Kitty, Each pleafant evening a bart'ring their ware; There you'll fee falefmcn & double-hand dealers* T h e doors /,re adcrn'd with parrots and taylors,, Beer-hcufes in plenty to cull jolly Tailors, I mean the Weft end, Sir, of Rofemary Lane» Some Biilingfgate faggots their Sfh are a crying,, With flrong beer and gin their goblets arc plying^ Every corner adorn'd with women a plying, Breeches for weavers and dreffers of hair; Confectioners* chandlers* and pye« (hops in plenty •Supplying each perfon with bits that are dainty, Mountebank dedors to cure all that are tainty, That fmack of the fweets of Rofemary Lane. Y In midfl: of the throng, hear old clothes a bauling, Old hattolk3,old (hoe folks, old wig folks, are callings The barkers the paflengers pulling and hauling, Do you want dothes, Six ? yes, this is their gamei Meazley pork, rotten bacon, and faufages frying, Slinking beefjveal&m^tton^reasy fellows a crying^ The fcent almost itiiies you as you pafs by them, So delicious, the food, Sir, in Rofemary Lane. £ » lpme picking of pockets, and ufurers cheating, Pawnbrokers and Jews are a filching and ftealingj Some wfcores in their cellars their fates bewailing, By means of the fire they carry in their tail; (tie S omWappin^DenmarktlresrjtheBanksOfSaltpeEach flaih dorL repair to fcre«n from the weather, Where knave, thief, & whore do all cling together^ Sersuadir-g the h u m o r s 4£ Rofcnwy Lane* �C 5 3 THE WHISTLING DAUGHTER. O Mammy, mammy, I long to be a bride, To have a lufty young maa to If by rny tide; For it is well knowa, I am a woman grown, And 'tis a pity one fo pretty as I fhouM ly alone. O daughter I was fifteen before that I was wed, And I was ne'er tired of my fweet maidenhead. O mammy that may be, but 'tis not fo with me, I'm young and aisy, almoft weary, I can't ly alone. 0 daughter>daughter$ril pullyour courage down, And with hard labour pull of? your fack & gown, And fend you each day to the fields a making hay, 0 daughter, loving daughter,then perhaps you may* 1 pray don't fend me to the fields, for young men A r e tempting, I perhaps may yield to the thing 1 would not do* nor dare not for to name, (mean. But tell me, loving mother, what can young men Whiftle,daughter, whiftle,& you fhall have a {heep, I cannot whiftle, mother, nor neither can I fleep, My maidenhead, I fwear, it fills my heart with'care, ; f i s a burden, heavy burden, more than I cin bear. WhiftlCidaughter, whittle, & you'(hall have a cow* I cannot whittle, mother, neither will I now,. My maidenhead r I fwear, it fills my heart with care, S f i s a burden, heavy burden, more than I can bear. Whittle, daughter, whiftle, and you fhali bave v Jt To! de rol dary, don't you hear I lean, Silcnce, huffev, what makes you s h i f t i e r J€aufe mam, I love a man better than fh-csp- . �[ P A D D Y O 6 3 B L A R N E Y. W RslT TEN A^ D S-MG i f DI BP IN. S'T my country you'd Hnowv I'm an iriib man born, And they chriften'd me Paddy O Blarney, In hay-makihg time I ftept over cue morn, Ali the w^y from the Lakes of iiilkarney; Turn'd my ha«d to whatever came in my way, To be fare while the Tan fhin J d I didn't make fyay. SPOKEN Well then, you know the wives and daughters pf the farmers won't, welj they won % Have plenty of caufr to remember the day, When felt thay faw Paddy O Blarney. % I Then what docs I do* the *next calling I feeks, Ah'! the world for the Likes of Kilkarney, i cry rnack'rei alive, that were caught for three weeks, Ah 1 let alone Paddy O Blarney j Then frelhgather'd lira wherries £b found Scfofweetj With juit h a l f a doz^n a top lit to cat. S P OK E N» Ah, madam, you need not examine t h e m ; blcfs your two good looking eyes; they are full to l< the bottom ^ paper and all Well, tUl truil to you( I dare fay you won't cheat me.'* So I coa,xc$ her up, and herfelf makes her cheat, Ah ! fait, K't-alone Paddy G Blarney* Next 1 t u r n ' d a chairman and got a good job, Ah ! the, wo;Id for the Lakevof Kilkaruey \ rhar.ing.iled at a famous election the mob, g Ah ! let alone Paddy O Blarney ; Each* ' ° honour and I did cajole, Where '^'dAovn-bia flats with words, and I mme \ �t '•); S P O K £'N," ' ^ t S t ^ i ^ c a f e to ctmr hini f f was no longer, - ybu' fei/^'n odd.. map,-there • • w'as a pah lpf thfkrm&il101 ;.T0l-: ', And fare fuch a'finh was f?e¥by my ft>ul, A*'Ms 'ifohdiirtM Paddy O Blarney. Having phy'd I tHofigM !%<i playji k, Can't ye let aiou<? ^add^ C/BIainey; So (wearing to plunder arid never to'jtpeak, Imj. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ t j i f n ' d . Greet. ,,., t SPOKEN. Ah ! to be fure Midhrtit make i pretty dovehoufe of our Fhatroah Bank; let me fee, me pidgecned, ay fait, and plucked them completely too, • Four tradesmen & fix hankers* clerks in one week, W Will you alone Pa/jifv Q Blarney. ; A bj^ jmap «Hvcircle$^fo gay ^nd polite; Ah ! the w&.rlci for the..Lakes of Kjikarney \ ' J found oKidlatiit grown up Jo! man to write, ^i'fl'to finiOi gay Pad^y O fiVarney; I firft i d a f ^ my,name| tilf fo fflnd'of it grown, 1 I *donft f S y ^ d ' ^ t t e r Have fet it alette c * s f>% ft n . Bu't by jrfy foul,-anfr p^dfcjence,:it had HkeLto ^f i m^in^yud earrieft; fbr you k t jud^-r^wrore ^eVr.--, "o ^i^mr •: A Another %naturfe$ead my 6wttf V What a devil of a P&dy i risrt :C% Ba M t a s n ^ ^ noofe m f l f p g ^ i f j Ah: -the world for rhe JLal^es Q Kilklirney, With a Vents of hinity Fhei't ran a^fov, <1 'What r f i n - r d a l h i n g - m / i �t 8 3 So marriage turn'd our the bed noofe of the two, The c:d foul's gone to heav'n, I'm as rich as a jew* S.P E A K 1 N G. So that if any Jolyman has an occafton for a Friend, or a Lady for a Lover, or, in (hart, if any body fliould want to be.difencumber'd of the urineafincfs of a wife or a daughter, cr a pWrffe of any fcch kind and civil ferviqe, that can be perform'd by a gentleman at large that has ti6thibg to do,' Let me recommend Faddy O Blarney. WINE IS* COMMANDER. I N the exerclfe manual we heroes go thro', Of fnoulder your firelock, pfefent, fire, boo! I don^t know how it is, tbo* I make fhift to pafs, 1 can exercife betl with the bottle and glafs ; Then hafie to the camp, for as long d'ye fee, As good wine is commander, m fdldier I'll be. So profound my refpefl to good wine that I doubt, I may chance,to defert, when the bottles are out, Yet the braved mult fometimes the bottle decline! And ftill fight my boys, to the Jail drop of wine. Then hey for the camp, etc* If wine gives u s c o i i ^ e , thewarrior'scbief bo&fi:, Surely he's the bell (b aler that tipples the moft, And fhouid I get tipfey, thus much I will fay, r J?hat:when I can't Rand, I will ne'er run away; Then hey for the camp, etc.- s ; 1 G L A S G O W, ; Printed by-j^and M, Eobeftfcn, SaUmarket* 1803. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/576f97b1ee5bdfc98a5db8afdf4bd8b2.jpg 9c1b3f3de451f386780c57ded1d0e4fa 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 3426 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 The Belfast maid's lamentation for the loss of her sweetheart, To which are added, Gentlemen rakes of the town. The humours of Rosemary Lane. The whistling daughter. Pady O Blarney. Wine is commander. Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Crime War Courtship and Marriage Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Alcohol Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1803 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 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/alma9923269643505154">s0292b27</a> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant France Ireland Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Gentlemen rakes of the town. The humours of Rosemary Lane. The whistling daughter. Pady O Blarney. Wine is commander. Pady O Blarney. Wine is commander. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Abstract A summary of the resource. A collection of songs and ballads on a variety of themes and topics. The first song is lament of an Irish lass whose lover has gone off to war in France, while the second describes the efforts young women go to in order to attract the handsome young rakes of the town, including descriptions of fashion, food, and balls and other activities for young people. The next song is a very detailed description of some of the sights, smells, activities, and people you might experience at the Rag-Fair on Rosemary lane, including clothiers, hawkers, meat vendors, whores, pick pockets, and much more. Following this is a song in the form of a dialogue between a mother and her randy daughter who can think of nothing but young men and losing her maidenhead, to which the mother responds with bribes to cool her heels and suggests whistling instead. The next song is noted as having been written and sung by a Mr. Dibdin and details the many exploits of an Irish rogue as he does his best to cheat the public and avoid work. The final song is a short ditty praising wine as a good motivator and captain for a soldier. 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 by J. & M. Robertson 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/053a419ffc446fb354d557cf5448e532.jpg dffbd5ad5eee3a3a4194d2af932cf507 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 3345 Width 1949 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 Group of 3 men wearing feathered caps and wearing plaid (1 playing bagpipes, 1 playing drums, 1 holding a sword) standing next to a gentleman wearing a hat and holding a walking stick https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/aa3ff3058c1b0056bcc8ad1e85501c3d.pdf 86f12ff75a2539b730fc5eae0df85183 PDF Text Text Britain's Alarm. T o which ore added, O D E A R ! I'M SO P L E A S ' D . T H E D A V Y B O N N Y J O N E S ' S B O Y . L O C K E R . THRO' THE W O O D L A D D I E . M A N K I N D ALL TANNERS. K D W A R D and B E T S Y. ARRIVED AT PORTSMOUTH. O A T H S IN F A S H I O N . G L A S G O W , Printed by J. and M . Robertfon, Saltmarket, i8c.j. �B R I T A I N ' S A L A R M . T O arms ! gallant Britons of every degree, T o arms ! if you want to live happy and free ; T h e foe's on the coaft—-there's no room for delay ; Let us rife in a tnafs, boys, and drive them away. chorus. Britons, arm & unite ! like true Britons ftill fight ; Fight bold and together ; never mind the weather ; Like Sons of Britannia we'll conquer or die. Let croakers talk on of this terrible foe ; The foe is a Frenchman, and Frenchmen we know: Whether monkies, of tigers, or devils they be, We've beat them we know,, both by land & by fea. CHORUS. Britons, arm & unite! like true Britons ftill fight; Fight bold and together; never mind the weather; Like Sons of Britannia we'll conquer or die W hat tho'they nowboaft of their conqueft & fpoils, And murders at which human nature recoils? (plain, Theyhav^r.c'er conquer'dus & they (hall not that's We have thrcfti'd them oft foundly, & will fo again* c II o R\u s, Britons, arm & unite! like true Britons ftill fight \ Fight bold and together ; never mind the weather; Like Sons of Britannia we'll conquer or die. Rememberhowhoftsof thefeFrenchmen did yield, At Crefly, at Poifkiers, and Agincourt's field* And (hall we now fuiTer their vain gafconade ? Or (ball they unpunifh'd, Great Britain invade ? CHORUS. Britons, arm 3c unite! like true Britons ftill fight; Fight bold and together -9 never mind the weather ; Like Sons of Britannia we'll conquer or die* �Theyboaft of their freedom,but whoare fuch (laves? And who are fo free as wt? (ons of the waves ? W h a t Frenchman with all his vain boafling, can fay, That his loaf, that his life is his own for a day ? CHORUS. Britons, arm & unite! like true Britons (till fight; Fight bold and together; never mind the weather ; Like Sons of Britannia we'll conquer or die. In this happy Ifle every man lives fecure; Our liberty, property, all guarded fure ; T h e higheft and lowed all equally f r e e ; W h a t nation on earth then fo happy as we ? etc. CHORUS. Britons, arm & unite! like true Britons flill fighf; Fight bold and together; never mind the weather} Like Sons of Britannia we'll conquer pr die. T o arms, then! to arms! and repel the proud foe, W h o would land us in anarchy, bloodfhed, & woe, hzt us rife like our Ifie's irrefillible waves, And teach them that Britons will never be (laves. CHORUS. Britons, arm & unite ! like true Britons flill fight; Fight bold and together ; never mind the weather; Like Sons of Britannia well conquer or die. O D E A R ! I ' M S O P L E A S ' D. W k g n StrepHon appears, how my heart pit a pat, (Views the tender emotion with which it is feiz'd. T o the fhepherd*s bewitching gay innocent chat, I could liften for ever, O dear! I'm fo pleaa'd. My grandmother frowns, & protefis I'm toojoung,' wi h the 1 {Ton of Cupid (o foon to be teaz'd, n T u t fo f w c e t ' s the honey that falls from his tongue, 1 laugh at my grandmam ; O d c a r ! I'm fo picas ds �Should he afk me to wed, 28 he hinted to-day, when my hand he fo foft & fo tenderly fqueez'd, He's fo pretty a Twain that I can't fay him nay, I'm refolv'd to be marry'd, 0 rfear I I'm fo pleas'd. '^MS®*** -THE 3 O N N Y — BOY. I r was once f lov'd a bonny, bonny boy, I lov'd him I vow and proteft, 1 lov'd him fo very, very well I built him a birth on my breaft. I built &c. It was upon the green forefl:, and down the green Like one that was troubled in mind, (foreft, I hoop'd and I call'd, I play'd on my ilute, But no bonny boy could I find, But, etc. I look'd up high, and I look'd dawn low, Arrd the fun fhone wonder fu' warm, And who fhould I fee but my bonny boy, H e was fall in another girl's arms. He, etc® < Then he (iretch'd forth his lity white hand, And he thought I was at his command, But i parted by cafl never an eyev And he thought 1 "was bound in love's bond. And he thought, etc. T h e n he tcok me on his difTcmbling knee, And he look'd me right up in the face, He gave to mc a ditfembUng kifs, And his heart was in another girl's bread, etc. Oh ! the girl that enjoys my bonny bonny boy, I'm Aire (he is not to blame, For many a long night he has robb'd me of my red, But he never Ihall do it again, But, etc. �[ DAVY S 3 JONES'S LOCKER. W Hen lad honeft Jack/of whofe fate I now fing, weigh'd anchor and caft out for fea, For he ne'er refus'd tor his country and King to tight, for no lubber was he ; T o hand, reef, & (leer, & houfe every thing tight, full well did he know every inch, Tho* the toplifts of failors the ^ m p e f t ihould fmite, Jack never was known for to flinch. CHORUS. T h o ' the toplifts of failors the teriipeft fhouid fmite, Jack never was known for to flinch* Aloft from the maft head one day he efpy'd feven fail, which appear'd to his view, Clear thedecks, fpunge theguns, was inftantlycry'd, and each to his liation then flew; And fought until many a noble was (lain, and filcnced was every gun, 'Twas then that old lingliih valour was vain, for by numbers, alas ! they're undone. CHORUS. 'Twas then that old England's valour was vain, for by numbers, alas . they're undone. Yet think not bold Jack, tho' by conquest difmay'd, could tamely fubmit to his fate; When his country he found he no longer could ferve, looking round, he addrels'd thus t^ach mate, What's life, d'ye fee, when our liberty's gone, much nobler it were for to die, So now for old Davy, then plung'd in the main, ev'n the cherub above heav'd ? % h , Chor. vSo now f o r o i i Davy, then piur.g dinthe main, C'cn the cherub abovfc heav'd a ftgh. �I 6 3 T H R O ' THfe W O O D LADDIE. O Sandy, why ieave6 thou thy Nelly to mourn ? f h y prefence cou'd eafe me, When naeihing can pleafe me : Now dowie I figh on the bank cf the burn, Or thro' the wood, iaddle, until thou return, Tho* woods now are bonny, and mornings are clear, While lav'rockp are Tinging, A n d primrofes fpringing j Yet nane of them pleales fny eye or my ear, W h e n thro' the wood, laddie, ye dinna appear. That I am forfaken, feme fpare not to tell : I'm falh'd wi' their fcorning, Baith evening and morning, Their jeering gaes aft to my heart wi* a knell, W h e n thro" the wood, laddie, L wandei my fell. Then flay, my dear Sandy nae langer away, But quick as an arrow, Halle here to thy marrow, W h a ' s living in langour, till that -happy day, (play. When thro 1 the wood, laddie, we'll dance, fing and —- •• wiM.^^ig^jjViHiBi'iiwi! MANKIND A L L T A N N E R S . ^OME, liften ye lads, and ye lafies around, j T o a fiave cr two fung by Harry Hidebound, A tanner I am, of no humble degree, And tanners aU mankind I'll prove are like me, Tol de rol, etc. C The lawyer fo great with big wig and lonp band, His conscience, as bullock's hide, ftoutly i r n ' d , Yet touch with a double fee wifely that part, T w i l l ftretch like a glove it is tann'd with fucb art. �X 7 1 Ph^ficians, iikewile are all fanners by trade. And fortuneshv working on (heep-fluns have made; With bark they kcrp tanning fheir patienls inf:de, Till fhoemak&r. Death bores a hole thro' the hide. To! de roll, &c. T o the tan-pit of Cupid fond lovers repair, And throw rhemfelves in thro* a fit of defpair, But Hymen good natur'dly oft helps them out, And their heartsbeing tann'-d why they foon get about To! de rcl!, &c The foes of old England don't tanning defpife, And to fenfon their hides well, think they are wife; But in fpite of the devil, that Tanner of fins, W h e n Britons ftrike hom»,thev(han't fleep in whole l o l de roll, &c ' (ttins. E D W A R D A N D B E T S Y . Y Oung Edward was faithful, & Betfy was true, when war cail'd her foldier away, She parted in tears, and he figh'd out adieu, and they never more met from th$t day. Forcourage;with Ed ward there'sfe wcouldcompare, but his foes would not favour the brave, W h e n dying, his Betfy alone was his care, he bled her, then funk to his grave. T h f wars were all over, ilill conflant lifer heart, now expedted her folder's return, Poor maiden, how wilt thou furvive the keen fmart 9 thy Edward in tears thou wilt mourn. T h e news foon arriv'd 'hat her foldier was (lain, O Edward ! (he fauUering cry'd, We'll meet in a world where we'll ne'er part again, then fainting, (he droop'd »nd (he dy'd. �L ARRIVED AT 8 1 PORTSMOUTH. W I T H pride we ftecr'd for England's coaft, Her hills arofe in mifty blue j Six prizes of the line our boaft, Another ftruck and funk in view ! O ftill to guard this Ifle, the battle we'll fuftain, And dare the perils of the ftormy main ! Within the bofom of the land, •» The claims of relative and friend| r - The prowefs of cur fleets demand : Their rights upon our arms depend : O Hill to guard this Ifle, the battle we'll fuftain. And dare the perils of the raging main ! Sweet love ; this bofom know thy pow'r, T h e dafhing waves that foam along, Hear F^ny's name at midnight hour, T h e tender burthen of my fong: For Britain's lovely dames, the battle we fuftain, And dare the perils of the ftormy main ! O A T H S IN F A S H I O N . C Uftom prevailing fo long 'mongft the great, makes oaths eafy potions to fleep on ; W h i c h many (on gaining good places) repeat, without e'er deigning to keep one. For an oath's feldom kef t, as a virgin's fair fame, a lover's food vowf, or a prelate's good name j . A lawyer to truth., or a ftatefman from blame, or a patriot^ heart in a courtier. G L A S G O W , Printed by J. & M. Robertfon, Saltm?.iket, 1804. � 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 009: Title-page illustration in double-ruled rectangular borderof a group of 3 soldiers wearing feathered caps and kilts: two are playing a bagpipe, one is playing a drum, and one is holding a sword. They are standing in a row next to a well dressed man. who is wearing a hat and long coat. 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 Britain's alarm. To which are added, O dear! I'm so pleas'd. The bonny boy. Davy Jones's locker. Thro' the wood laddie. Mankind all tanners. Edward and Betsy. Arrived at Portsmouth. Oaths in fashion. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1804 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/alma9923276173505154">s0300b27</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. O dear! I'm so pleas'd. The bonny boy. Davy Jones's locker. Thro' the wood laddie. Mankind all tanners. Edward and Betsy. Arrived at Portsmouth. Oaths in Fashion 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. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: J. & M. Robertson Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow War 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 #09: Illustration on title-page of a group of 3 soldiers wearing feathered caps and kilts (1 playing bagpipes, 1 playing drums, 1 holding a sword) standing next to a gentleman wearing a hat and holding a walking stick. # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1801-1810 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: J. & M. Robertson Fashion (Clothing): bonnet (military) Fashion (Clothing): coat Fashion (Clothing): feather bonnet Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire Fashion (Clothing): jacket Fashion (Clothing): kilt Fashion (Clothing): knee breeches Fashion (Clothing): military Fashion (Clothing): sporran Fashion (Clothing): upper class Gender: man/men Musical Instruments: bagpipe(s) Musical Instruments: drum(s) Occupation: soldier Outdoor Scene Weapons: sword(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8a5f881e1234e8a01daecc0035753bb3.jpg 85a50742131c2ea2b125044c56d8c3ce 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 3469 Width 2164 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 Group of 3 men wearing feathered caps and wearing plaid (1 playing bagpipes, 1 playing drums, 1 holding a sword) standing next to a gentleman wearing a hat and holding a walking stick https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/542c9f94c7ef791ea2b8a1e96a6db7bd.pdf 096b94121d340d6fb5014c41eee91e29 PDF Text Text T H E Britifli Volunteers. TO WHICH 4RE ADDED, G O D S A V E M A L L Y T H E K I N G; B A N N T I P P L I N G J O H N . . J O H N Y FAA, the GYPS1E L A D D I E . G L A S G O w, Printed by j. & hi, ROBERTSON, Salfmatket; 1807 • �C 2 T H E B R I T I S H ) V O L U N T E E R S * BY MR. BU1HS. TUME—PUSH ABOUT TH E JORVM* D O E ' S haughty Gaul invafion threap then let the iouns beware, Sir; [There's WOODEN W A L L S upon our feas, and V O L U N T E E R S on fhore, ^ir. T h e CLYDE (hall rin to FINTOCK TAP* an* BENLOMON LOUP t o G A L L ' W A Y * Ere we permit a FOREIGN FOE OQ B R I T I S H G R O U N D to rally. O let us not like fnarling tykes, in wrangiTrtg be divided, Till* flap come in an U N C O LOUN* and wi* a rung decide it ! Be B R I T A I N ftill to B R I T A I N true* amang ourfelves united For never but by B R I T I S H H A N D S mart B R I T I S H W R O N G S be righted* T h e KETTLE o ' t h e KJRK a n d STATE, perhaps a C L O U T may fail inft* But dc'il a FOREIGN T I N K L E R LOUN £hail ever C A ' a N A I L I N ' T . Our F A T H E R ' S BLUJDE the K E T T L S bought^ and wha wad dare to fpoil it! B y H E A V E N ! t h e SACRILEGIOUS DOQ &all FUEL be to BOIL I T ! �The wretch that would a T Y R A N T own, and thi* wretch his true-fworn brother, Who'd fet the MoBaboon the. TH none* may they be damn'd together ! W h o will not finfk Goi> SAVE THE KING lhall hang as high's the fteepie; But while we fiag, G O D 3AVB T H E KING we'll ne'er FOKOET the PEOPLE. GOD S A V E T H E KING. O D fave great George our King, Long live our noble King, God fave the King, Send him vi&orious* Happy and glorious* Long to reign over us, God fave the King! O Lord our God arife, Scatter his enemies, And make them fail* Confound their politics, Frpftrate their knavilh tricks ; On him our hopes are fixM, O fave us all! T h y choiceft gifts in ftort On him be pleas'd to pour, Long may he reign! May he defend our laws* And ever give us caufe, T o fing with he art and voice, God fave the King. G j �( 4 ) O ! grant him long to fee 'Friendfihip and unity Always increafej May he his fceptrc fway, Ail loyal foub obey, Join heart and voice, huz^a! God favc our King! M i n t B A N N. \ M I E R A N D A L went a huntrng* a hunting in thr dark But, to his great misfortune, he did not mifs his m a r k : His love's apron being about her* he took her for a fwvn Bfk alas! and for ever alas I it was facet Maily Bann. W h e n he came up unto her, aud found that (he was dcadg, (Great abundance of fait tears for his darling he fhed. H e went home to his father with his gun in bis hand, Crying, Dear father, dear fatkcr f 1 have feot Maliy. 3ann» His father leaked ppon him 5 his hair being grey) Cry mi 7 Oh ! my ^ ear eft fon? jQii omit not i m away s �( 5 ) Stay at home irf^yo <r own country let your trial come o n ; By the laws of fweet Ireland, j o u {hall never be undone. Within two 01 three mouths after* to her uncle (he appear'd Crying, Dear uncle, dear u.#ie, let Jamie Randal go free : For my apron being about me, he took me for a wan : But it is Ob ! and ever alas ! it was fweet Ma% ii-mn. All the maidens in the country, they are all very ula^ That this beautiful, this lovely, this fair one was dead. She was the flowVof ail the nation, the flpwer or Contain ; The flower of ai! Ji nation was fweet Mally Bana. When the fair maid^ in the city, were affembled in a row* She appeared amongft them like a mountain of fnow* The flower qf all the nation, the flQwer of Coirain. The flower oi J t the nation was fweet Mally iJanru �T I P P L I N G JO H a A S tippling John was jogging on, upon a riot nrght. With tottering pace, and fiery face, fufpicious of high flight ; The guards vAo took hirn by his look, for fomc chief fiery-brand, Aik'il whence he came ? vVhat was his name who are you ? ftahd friend, (land. Pra gfing home, from meeting corner ay, lays one, that's the cafe j Some meeting he has burnt, you fee h the flame's flill in his face. John thought it time to purge his crimtj I and faid, My chief intent Was to affwage my thirfty rage, i'th* meeting that I meant Come, friend* be plain you trifle in vain, f fays one, pray let us know. T h a t we may find how you're iticlin'd j are you High-Church or Low ? John faid to that, Pil tell you what, to end debates and ftrife, All ! can fay, this is the way I tieer my courfe of life. I ne'er to Bow, nor Burgcfs go, to ftfcple-houfenor ball, The.brifk bar-bell belt funs my zeal with gentlemen^ d'ye call ? �< 7 1 Guefs then, am I Low-Church or High, from that tow'r, or no fteeplel Whof- merry toll exalts the Tout and muft make high-flown people! The guards came on, and iook'd at John with countenance raoft pleafantv By whifper round they all foon found he was no darang'd peafant: Thus while John flood the beft he cou'd* expefting their decifion ; Damn him, f^ys one, let him be gone^ he's of our own religion. JOKNY FAA T H E G Y P 3 I £ LADDIA- T He gy plies came to our good Lord's gate, and vow but they fang fleetly ; They fang Jae fweet^ and fae very complete* that down came the fair Lady® And fhe came tripping down the (lair, and a* her maids before h e r ; As foon as they faw her weil-far f d face* they cooft the giaaier o'er her. Gae tak from me tblg gay mantle, and bring to me a pSaidie. For if kith and kin, and a' had fworH/ r i i follow the gypfie laddie. Teftreen I lay in a well made bcd $ and my good Lord b&Sde me j �( 8 > This night Pll ly in a tenant's barn, whatever fhall betide r^e* Cooie to your bed, fays Johny Faa, oh come to your bed, my deary ; For I vow and fwear, by the hilt of my fwordj that your Lord fhall nae mair come near ye, Pll $ro to bed to my johny Faa, I'll go to bed to my deary; For I vow and fwear by what paft yeftreen, that my Lord (hall nae mair come near me* H i mak a hap to my Johny Faa, . and y \ l mak a hap to my deary. And he's get a' the coat gaes round, and my Lord fhalhiae mair come near me» And when our Lord came hame at cen, and fpeer'd for his fair Lady, The tanc {he cry'd, and the other reply'd, flie's away with the gypfie Laddie. Gae faddle to me the black black fteed^ gae faddle and m i k e him ready $ Before that I either eat or deep, I'lt gae feek my fair Lady, And we aitho* AncLwe a fair were fifteen well-made men, we were nae bonny : were a* put down for ane, youug wanton Lady. G L A S G O W , Brlnted by J. & M. Robert Ion, Saltrnarket, 1803. � 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 009: Title-page illustration in double-ruled rectangular borderof a group of 3 soldiers wearing feathered caps and kilts: two are playing a bagpipe, one is playing a drum, and one is holding a sword. They are standing in a row next to a well dressed man. who is wearing a hat and long coat. 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 British volunteers. To which are added, God save the king. Mally Bann. Tippling John. Johny Faa, the gypsie laddie. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1803 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/alma9923276843505154">s0302b19</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 Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. God save the King Mally Bann Tippling John Johnny Faa The Gypsie laddie 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. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: J. & M. Robertson Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource War Alcohol 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 #09: Illustration on title-page of a group of 3 soldiers wearing feathered caps and kilts (1 playing bagpipes, 1 playing drums, 1 holding a sword) standing next to a gentleman wearing a hat and holding a walking stick. # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1801-1810 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: J. & M. Robertson Fashion (Clothing): bonnet (military) Fashion (Clothing): coat Fashion (Clothing): feather bonnet Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire Fashion (Clothing): jacket Fashion (Clothing): kilt Fashion (Clothing): knee breeches Fashion (Clothing): military Fashion (Clothing): sporran Fashion (Clothing): upper class Gender: man/men Musical Instruments: bagpipe(s) Musical Instruments: drum(s) Outdoor Scene Weapons: sword(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/44716e16ff171e660888ad410379d974.pdf 45b630ecf7ce73d8966add20e42e06aa PDF Text Text BRUCE'S ADDRESS, To which is added My Love is like a red, red rose, THE PLOUGHMAN, ROBIN ADAIR, Away with this sadness, H I G H L A N D WHISKY. GLASGOW: Published and Sold. Wholesale and Retail, by R. Hutchison, Bookseller, 19. Saltmarket. 1823. �BRUCE'S ADDRESS. N e a r Bannockburn King Edward lay, T h e Scots they were not far away; Each eye bent on the break of day, Glimm'ring frae the cast. At last the sun shone o'er the heath. which lighted up the field o f death! W h i l e Bruce, with soul-inspiring breath: His heroes thus address'd: " Scots, wha ha'e wi' W a l l a c e bled; Scots, wham Bruce has aften led; W e l c o m e to your gory bed, O r to victory! Now's the day, an' now's the hour; See the front o f battle lour; See approach proud Edward's p o w e r — Chains and slavery! W h a will be a traitor knave? W h a can fill a coward's grave? W h a sae base as b e a slave? Coward ! turn an' flee! Wha for Scotland's king an' law, Fredom's sword will strongly draw? �Freman stand or freman fa'? C a l e d o n i a n ! on wi' me! By oppression's woes and pains;. B y your sons in servile chains; W e will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! L a y the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in ev'ry f o e ! Liberty's in every blow! L e t us d o or d i e ! " Now fury Forward, Forward, And kindled every eye, forward, was the c r y ! Scotland d o o r die! where's the knave shall turn? A t last they all ran to the fray, W h i c h gave to Scotland liberty! A n d lang did Edward rue the day He cam to Bonnockburn. M Y L O V E IS L I K E A RED, RED ROSE. O , MY love is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in J u n e : O, That's sweetly play'd in tune. �4 As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, S o deep in love am I ; A n d I will love the still, my dear, T h o ' a' the seas gang d r y . Tho' a' the seas, &c. Till a' the seas gang dry; my dear, And the rocks melt wi, the sun; A n d I will love the still, my dear, W h i l e the sands of life shall run. But fare the well, my only l o v e ! And A n d I will c o m e again, my love, T h o ' 'twere ten thousand mile. Tho' 'twere, &c. THE PLOUGHMAN. THE Ploughman wakes from transient dream, A n d blythe renews his useful toil; H e sings, to cheer his patient team, A s they unwearied turn the soil. His song is answered from yon tree, By blackbird's note or mellow thrush; A n d sprightly linnets sing with glee, In flowr'y glen and hawthorn bush. �5 H i s health is sound, his heart is gay, H e neither envieslordsnorkings, T h e chearful dayglidesswiftaway, A s thus he labours and he sings. He snuffs the fragrant gale of morn, W h i l e Phoebus lifts his fervent eye; All naturewelcomeshisreturn, His brightened blaze illumes the sky. T h ePloughman,happyinhislot, Ambition never tempts his view, Y o u , who have sweetcontentforgot, C o m e learnofhimthatholdstheplough. ROBIN ADAIR. What's this dull town to me ? Robin's not near: What was't I wish'd to see? W h a twish'dtohear? Where's all the j o yandmirth, Made this town jheaven on earth? Oh ! they're all fled with thee, Robin Adair W h a t made the assembly shine? Robin W h a t made the ball so f i n e ? Robin was there : Adair. �Whatwhentheplay was o'er, W h a t made my heart so sore? O h ! itpartingwith Robin Adair. But now thou'rt cold to me Ro But now thou'rt cold to me, Ro Y e t him I lov'd so well, Still in my heart shall dwell; O h ! I can ne'er forget R o b i n Adair. AWAY AWAY WITH THIS SADNESS. with this pouting and sadness— Sweet girl! will you never give o'er? I love you by heaven! to madness, A n d what can I swear to you more? Believe not the old women's fable, T h a t oaths are as short as a kiss; I'll love as long as I'm able, And swear for no longer than this. T h e n waste not the time with p r o f e s s i o n ; F o r not to be bless'd when we can Is one o f the darkest transgressions, That happen 'twixt woman and man. Pretty moralist! why thus beginning M y innocent warmth to reprove? �7 Heaven knows that I never lov'd sinning— E x c e p t little sinning's in love! If swering, however, will d o it, C o m e , bring me the Callender, p r a y — I vow, by that lip, I'll g o through it, And not miss a saint on my way. T h e angels shall help me to whedle, I'll swear upon every one That e'er danc'd on the point of a neddle, O r rode on a beam o f the sun! O r why should Plantonic control, love, Enchain on emotion so free? Y o u r soul, though a very sweet soul love, W i l l ne'er he sufficient for me. If you think, by this coldness and scorning, T o seem more angelic and bright, Beanangel, my love, in the morning, But, o h ! be a woman tonight! A i r — Green grow the rashes, O. G i e me but H i g h l a n dWhisky,O, G i e me butHighlandWhisky,O, Ineverfash mysel' wi' care, G i n I get routh o ' whisky, O. CONVIV �8 It cheers the spirit, warms the bluid, And maks us skeigh and rauntie, O , T h e very look o't does me guid; T h e thought o't maks me canty, O . O , for Highland Whisky, O, O, for Highland Whisky, O, Friends it creates and southers strife; Auld Gilead's Balm was W h i s k y , O. This life is but a tiresome road, T o gang alane is eerie, O ; W h a t , when we meet in Friendship sweet, But W h i s k y , maks us cheerie, O . A waught o' Highland Whisky, O, A waught o' Highland Whisky, O; W h e n ower Life's brae we haud our way, T h e r e ' s naething cheers like Whisky, O And sie its power, it maks ane brave, And firm, and bauld, and frisky, O ; A e waught gies freedom to the slave, A n d Poortith's drown'd in W h i s k y , O , Just rought o' Highland W h i s k y , O , Just rought o' Highland Whisky, O; I'd face hunner Deils or mae, W e e l prim'd wi' Highland Whisky, O. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8fb3e2763183b635b91be81235e2718e.jpg 15cc2763154b45d30af676addbfc9c28 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 3062 Width 2009 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 Bruce's address, to which is added, My love is like a red, red rose, The ploughman. Robin Adair. Away with this sadness. Highland whisky. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1823 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/alma9923277003505154">s0306b03</a> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Glasgow, Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a festive gathering of men and women standing around a table on title-page Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. NLS Catalogue Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. My love is like a red, red rose The ploughman Robin Adair Away with this sadness Highland whisky 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: Published and sold, wholesale and retail by R. Hutchinson, Bookseller https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5fa1e4003ac31e4b0b942807eef99867.pdf f0c8607a75b710a85f4bb11e19d18c16 PDF Text Text T HE London Asrologer; t OR, A Young Girl put to the Blush. T O WHI CH A R E ADDED, DRINKING DROWNS CARE. T H E L A D Y ’S D I A R Y . The Love&Rage of Highland Donald. TH E MALTMAN . JENNY NETTLES. G L A SG O W , Printed by J. & M. ROBERTSON, S altm ark et, 1 802. �( 2 ) TH E LONDON ASTROLOGER. T H E R E was an old Asr o loger, t in London he did dwell, For telling girls their Fortunes, all others did excel. And many a pretty fair young maid, to this old man would go, A11 of them being willing, their Fortunes for to know. Amongs the reft, a pretty girl, t to this old man she went, All for to have her Fortune told, it was her whole intent. She asked for the Cunning Man, answer to her was made, He is up stairs in his chamber, go call him down she said. W hen that she saw the Cunning Man, she thus to him did say, I have heard you can tell Fortunes, come tell me mine I pray. A n d if that you the same will do, I’ll pay you well, said sh e ; fear o N of that, my Girl, he said, come walk up stairs with me. �( 3 ) I will not come up stairs with you, nor any man indeed, She spoke with as much modesy , t as if she'd been a maid. Besides I am in haste, Sir, and thought not to have staid, Come be as nimble as you can, I’m but a servant maid. Then he stood and viewed her, his skill began to rise, He spoke such words unto this maid, which did her quite surprise. It is true you are a servant, but sure you are no maid ; It is time that you were wed my girl, you have the wanton play’d. You would have laugh’d to’ve seen her blush, hearing him what he said, But sill she told for answer, l that yet she was a maid. Deny it not, my girl, he said, and tell me nothing so, For you lay with your master, not many nights ago. Then she began to curse and swear, she would her mase r bring, t That he would tesify for her, t that there was no such thing. �(4 ). Deny it not my Girl, he said, it makes your case look worse, For your mase r gave to you a crown, t you have it in your purse. W hen she saw him so postive, i she could it not deny, She turn’d herself right round about, to him made this reply ; Indeed I am a maiden yet, and hopes so to remain, My Master got my Maidenhead, but he gave it me again. D R IN K IN G D R O W N S CARE. I L L your glasses, banish care, Wealth and worldly care despise, Sorrow ne’er can bring relief ; Joys from drinking will arise. W hy should we with anxious care, Spoil what Nature’s made fo fair ? Chor, Drink and set your heart at res ; t O f a bad bargain make the bes . t Mirth when mingled with our wine, Makes the heart alert and free: Let it rain, or snow, or shine, All the same it is to me. There’s no sence a gainst our fate, Changes daily on us wait. Chor, Drink and set your heart at res ; t Of a bad bargain make the bes . t F �( 5) Some pursue the winged wealth, Some to honour do aspire; G ive me freedom, give me health, That’s the sum of my desire. W hat this world could more present, W ould not add to my content. Chor, Drink and set your heart at res ; t Of a bad bargain make the best. THE L A D Y ' S D I A R Y . E C T U R ’ D by Pa and Ma o’er night; Monday, at ten, quite vex’d and jealous, Resolv’d in future to be right, and never lise n to the fellows! t Stitch’d half a wrisband, read the text, t receiv’d a note from Mrs. R ackit: I hate the woman, she sat next all church-time, to sweet Captain Clackit. L Tuesday got scolded, did not care, the toas was cold, ’twas pas eleven ; t t I dreamt the Captain, through the air, on Cupid’s wings bore me to heav’n ! Pouted and din’d, dress’d, look’d divine, made an excuse, got Ma to back it! W ent to the play, what joy was m ine; talk’d loud & laugh’d with Captain Clackit, W ednesday came down, no lark so gay! the girl's quite alter’d, said my Mother ; Cry’d Dad, I recollect the day when, Dearie, thou wert such another. �( 6 ) D anc'd, drew a landscape, skim'd a play, in the paper read that widow Flackit T o Gretna-Green had ran away, the forward minx ! with Captain Clackit. T hurfday fell si c k ; poor foul, she'll die ; five doctors came with length' ned faces; Each felt my purse ; ah, me ! cry'd I, are these my promis'd loves and graces ! Friday grew worse ; cry’d Ma, in pain, our day was fair, heav’n do not black i t ; W here’s your complaint, love ? In my brain, what shall I give you ? Captain Clackit. Early next morn a nostrum came worth all their cordials, balms, and spices, A letter; I had been to blame ; the Captain’s truth brought on a cris s : i Sunday, for fear of more delays, of a few clothes I made a packet,. And Monday morn se p t in a chaise, t and ran away with Captain Clackit. The Love and rage of Highland Donald. ighland Donald, swore a wife ' was not so great an evil, And any but a husband’s life, was su re a Highland devil. "Then Highland Donald tun’d his pipe, he had been some months married ; Severely now he feels a whip for Horns our Donald carried. H �( 7 ) Now Highland Donald thump'd his wife, he swore she was not civil, And to get quit, he'd part with life, and send her to the Devil. T H E M A LTM A N . H E malt man comes on Monday, he craves wonder fair, Cries “ Dame come gi’e me my filler, “ or malt ye fall ne'er get mair." I took him into the pantry, and gave him some cock-broo, Syne paid him upon a gantree, as hosler-wives should do. t W hen maltmen come for filler, and gaugers wi' wands o’er soon, Wives, tak them a' down to the cellar, and clear them as I ha'e done. This bewith, when cunzie is scanty, will keep them frae making din ; The knack I learn'd frae an auld aunty, the snackest o' a' my kin. The maltman is right cunning, but { can be as flee, A n' he may crack o' his winning, whan he clears scores wi' m e ; For come whan he likes, I'm ready, but if frae hame I be, Let him wait on our kind Lady, she’ll answer a bill for me. T �( JENNY 8 ) NETTLES. A W ye Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles, Saw ye Jenny Nettles, coming frae the m arket; Bag and baggage on her back, her fee and bountith in her lap ; Bag and baggage on her back, and a babie in her oxter. S I met ayont the Kairny, Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles, Singing till her bairny, Robin Rattle’s basa r d ; t T o flee the dool upo’ the so o l, t and ilka ane that mocks her, She round about seeks Robin out, to flap it in his oxter. Fy, fy ! Robin Rattle, Robin Rattle, Robin Rattle ; Fy, fy ! Robin Rattle, use Jenny Nettles kindly : Score out the blame, and shun the shame, and without more debate o’t. Tak hame your wain, mak Jenny fain, the leel and leesome gate o’t. GLASGOW, Printed by J. & M. Robertson; Saltmarket, 1802. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8ebb081c431ac817bf7f45fd2369e0c4.jpg eb7c395ff477745f7f93800f767dec86 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 3357 Width 1951 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 London astrologer; or, A young girl put to the blush, to which are added, Drinking drowns care. The lady's diary. The love &amp; rage of Highland Donald. The maltman. Jenny Nettles. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1802 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 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/alma9923357503505154">s0329b35</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. A young girl put to the blush Drinking drowns care The lady's diary The love &amp; rage of Highland Donald The maltman Jenny Nettles Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of two couples in fashionable dress standing near a tree on title-page 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 by J. & M. Robertson https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/52e9886bf6e2ec002e5a7cbef08b8193.pdf 9dab3170757590c16acc05926e6e9c96 PDF Text Text �( * ) THE LONDON 'PRENTICE. O U wanton maids who want to ranged the country round about; Both night and day, to feek and fcarcb, to find young gallants out. Y Tour wanton fancies for to pleafe, betimes give car to me For here's a fong I really think will fit you to a tee. *Tis of a merchant in the Strand, that had a handfome wife, And &c did love the changc of men, as the did love her life. That Merchant had a young 'prcntice, that was at man's cllate, And as I underftand, his wife this 'prentice flic did hate. The life he with bis miflrefs liv'd, caus'd him flird floods of tears, She oftentimes would call him names, and lug him by the cars. This fort alo'cfi But rovi he diti of life with her he 1WM, the firft thrrc years ; you'll know through policy, fit her as appears. �( 3 ) One day in coftly rich array, (he then abroad did go And to find out the gaming kane, the 'prentice t#v f d to know. Where'er fhe went, he did her dog near to Salisbury-court; There to a Crack-ihop (he went in, to a£t her wanton fport. T o fit her for her former tricks, now mark well his deiign : He borrowM a new fait of clothes, both coftly, frefli and fine : With beaver-hat, and knotted wig, fword by his fide and ail; f hen to the Crack-fhop he did go, for a private room did call. He faw his mifirefs and one more, a topping Mifs of the town. With painted face and curled hair, a walking up and down. Now after he had fat a while, a knock or two he gave, The drawer ttraightway cane to him to know what he would have. His anfwer was. I want mifs, the drawer ttraight repty'd : Sir, you (halt have one by and by, to fit down by; yom fide. �( 4 ) Two pictures to him then v/ere brought, for him to cliufe his Mifs : One was his miftre&s3' pi&are, be faid, I will have this. Then in fhort timr s# with impudence, fhe came ink) the room : . % And for to fit down by his fide, this thing (he did prefuine: "With kiiTes fvyeet and pleafant talk, they pals'd the time away ; At lait two games at Frifky-huff he with her then did,play. As they were playing at the game, Bow-hells did iwectly ring ; She faid to him, methiaks, to m? it is a pleafant thing, T o hear how fweet Bow-bells do ring* and merrily they goy, His anfwer was to her again, I love to hear that too. O then of her he took his leave, * and did return his clothes, (To him that was the right owner, and homeward ftraight he goes % He had been at home fgr hoars two, before that fhe tfeme in, But little the did think or dream, he kjiew where fhe hud been. �( 5 ) So this did pafs on but one day, {he thus began to fcold. And for to lug him by the ears, he faid, Pray mifirefs, hold Your peace, and do not make a noife, 8ow-beils they merrily go, I love to hear them with all my heart, and fo do you alfo. Sirrah, then thefe words, fhe faid, what mean you thus to fay ? His anfwer was, Have you forgot, niifirefs, the other day, When you in Salisbury-court did play, there at your wanton game Bow-bells they then rang merrily, have you forgot the fame ? Wky Sirrah, Who was there? flic faid, he faid, Both you and me j And fince it was my lot that time, your wanton tricks to fee: * If e'er you beat me any more, while I with you do dwell, For your playing at Frilky-hufF, I will my mailer tell. A etirfed blank* quoth (he, it is that I fliould be trapan'd fo, I would not for five hundred pounds, my husband fliould it know. �< ) 6 If he then of my tricks fiiould know, it would make him wond'rous fad, 'Twould fill his heart with jealoufy, and make him run horn mad* Then inftead of kicks and blows, * kifs to him Ihe gaw% And a guinea faying. When this is donej thou more of me Oialt have. If thou wilt not thy matter tell, fo keep it clofe, you (hall Have money of me* when thou wilt, and IM be at thy call. ©ARSON & F L O R E L L A, * D i a l o o u * H E. A S T , my love, thine eyes around* See the (portive lamkins play, Mature daily decks the ground, All in honour of the May l i k e the fparrow and the dove, Lift en to the voice of love. C S H E. DAMON, thou haft found me long, L<ft9ning to thy foolifti tale, And thy loft perfuafive tongue Uften held me in the daleT a k e , O h ! D a m o n , while Hive, AH which v i i u e ought to give. �C 7 ) H En Not the verdure of the grove, Nor the garden's faireft flow'r, Nor the meads where lovers rove, Tempted by she vernal hour, Can delight thy DAMON'S ey« If F l o r e l l a is not by. SHE,' Not the wafer's gentle fall, By the banks with poplar's crown8<i> Not the fcather'd fongfters all, Nor the flute's melodious found. Can delight F&MiiuLA'i ear, If her D a m o k is not near. B O T H , Let us love and let us live Like the cheerful Jea and g a y ; Banilh care and let us give Tribute to the fragrant WAY : Like the fparrow and the dove, Liften to the voice ot love. DOWN THE BURN D i V l t Henvtrees did fcud k fields were grecs* and broom bloom'd fair to f e e : When Mary was complete fifteen, and love laugh'd in her eye: W �( 8 ) ' BIythe Davie's blinks her heart did move to fpeak her mind thus free. Gang down the bum Davie, love, and I fliall follow thee. Now Davie did each lad furpafs, that dwelt on this burn-fide, And Mary was the bonnieft lafs, juft fit to be a bride; Her checks were roly, red and white* her cen were bonoy blue \ Her looks were like Aurora bright, her lips like dropping dew. As down the burn they took their way, what tender tales they faid ! His cheek to hers he aft did lay, and -witm her bofom play'd^ Till baith at laft impatient grown to be mair fully blcft, In yonder vale they tean'd them down, love only faw the reft. What pafs'd, I gaefs was harmlefs play, and naithing fure unmeet; Fcr ganging harae I heard them fay, they hk'd a wa'k fae fweet ^ And that they aften fiioa'crreturn, fuch pleasure's to rencw5 Quoth Mnry, Love, I like the burn, and ay (hall follow you G L A S G p W, Printed by J. arid M, Robcrtfon, Salt market, 18 � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/13fd4257002a111ed431a0aed8e44fa1.jpg bdae21c68344bfb69a982f533e09d3b1 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 3288 Width 1950 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 London 'prentice; Or, The wanton mistress. To which are added, Damon and Florella, and Down the burn Davie. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbook, Scottish Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1803 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/alma9923357623505154">s0329b36</a> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Glasgow, Scotland Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a woman in fashionable dress holding a fan receiving a letter from a young boy on title-page Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The wanton mistress Damon and Florella Down the burn Davie 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 by J. & M. Robertson Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/0c26bc9b1243bab88e33c36a2b7f6163.pdf a32506fb4f3774c32d67c282dfb5354d PDF Text Text THE CHOICE OF A WIFE T H E , W A I L OF ELVINA: AN 0 D F.< AND INSCRIPTION F R A RURAL ARBOUR O " Ye Gods attend /—-I long for honey, And all the fiveets of Matrimony ; " But as I ivont run helter-fneltery ft I ivijh to bargain for my halier. " 4H$* ye Poriuersy 11 rwlJ0 guide thro' life% And give a tender virtuous iv'fe G L A S G O W: P R I N T E D FOR A N D S O L D Braft & Reid. BY �THE CHOICE OF A WIFE, Y e Gods attend ! —I long for honey, And all the fweets of matrimony : But as I won't run helter-ikelter, I wifh to bargain for my halter. Aflfift, ye powers, who guide thro' life, And give a tender virtuous wife. No forward mynx, with giggling air, Whofe tongue an inch or two might fpare. Lavilh of drefs, yet never clean, Intent to fee and to be feen, Whofe heart beats pat—produce a man, SheM teaze me as Ihe plagues her fan. No formal prude, with decent fmile, Emblem of innocence and guile. No fqueamifh Mifs, who can't bear health : With coffers fill'd. with ftore of wealth. T h o ' jolly, blooming, fair, and fat, An heirefs muff be delicate. I want not flippant vain conceit, Nor thofe who wont at table eat; Or, by the jing, I'll be her fentry, Whene'er fte fteals off to the pantry. �( 3 ) I hate malevolence and pride, Tho' wealth fits dangling by her fidec Keep far from me a damftl ftupid, Or make me deaf, thou devil Cupid ! Hor give, to make me molt unhappy, The lafs whom Scotfmen call a taupy. I want not paflion ever blind, Nor one who leaves her fex behind. Tho' bleft with millions—what are riches, If I muft feel fhe wears the breeches? Send me a pair of eagle's wings, T o fhun thofe who fhun facred things. That heart muft be devoid of good, Who flies from heaven and gratitude. But fhe who tafles of love divine. Sure never could prove falfe to mine. Keep to yourfelves Mifs AfFe&ation, Or fhe who flights for provocation ; Like yonder beauty? lo ! fhe comes; A murmur haftens thro* the rooms ; Look at the pretty fmirking creature, Well placing ev'ry fliadowy feature; "For 'tis the glafs that gives her art, And paint and patches make her fmart; Behold fhe fmiles—now fcafce is civil — The angel now—and now the devil. On all fhe deals fome mark of favour, The puppies gape, but none will have her : Her lot will be, if married, cares, It not, the jilt mult walk up flairs, �( 4 ) And take her flocking, primly fitting, And mind her monkey or her kitten. The fly coquet whom grace adorns, Would fill my dreams with horns, horns, horns, Give me no languicHqueamifh creature, Wearied for ay, reverfe of nature: But let me choofe—The girl for me, Mufl ivear auid-fajhion d, modefty; Sweet, kind, and virtuous, ever pleas'd, Nor e'er with jealous humours feiz'd; Soft, winning foft, not prone to fpeak, Where blufhes deck the lovely cheek ; Accomplifh'd, innocent and gay, Devoid of airs, nor bent on play; Who could ahoufehold well attend, Yet be a comforter and friend. She would excufe my foibles all; If large, her love would make them fmall; Whofe every word feme good inftills, With learning that ne'er faw novels; Winning always by her yielding: Ile^v'n ! what a caftle am I building? Give me fortune, give me favour ; Do be kind and let me have her. When marriage fprings from fuch a fourcc. Ne'er will the world behold divorce ; But joy will conquer envious flrife, And peace be kept 'twixt man and wife. �T H E W A I L OF E L V I N A : AN ODE. I. W H A T time the foft-ey'd ftar of eve Gleam'd on the gently trembling wave, From Bara's ifle the fighing gale Wafted Elvina's rueful wail: Forlorn her lovely locks fhe tore, And pour'd her forrows on the defert fhore. II. « Ye rocks,' fhe cried, 6 ye fhelving caves, 6 Whofe fides the briny billow laves; < Ye cliffs far frowning o'er the deep, 6 Ye lonefome iiles, - to you I weep ; < Far diflant from my father's halls, 6 The tow'rs of Moran and my native walls. III. O Moran are thy warriors fled! « Difmal and dark their narrow bed; 4 Silent they fleep,—the north wind, cold, 6 Blows dreary o'er their crumbling mold; 6 Silent they fleep, no dawning day 4 Yifits the grave, or wakes their fhroudcd clay.9 c �( 6 ) IV. At dead of night a cry was heard, * O why was Moran unprepar'd! * No watchman on the caftle wall, * No wakeful warrior in the hall; * At dead of night the crafty foe < Rufh'd from the main, andftruckthe vengeful blow. V. * To arms! cried Moran, but in vain ! . < I faw my warlike brothers flain! « I faw my father's bofom gor'd ; « By Cadwal's num'rous hoft o'erpow'r'd i He fell; and from the gufhing wound, c Reeking and red, his life blood ftream'd around. VI. Mingling with fmoke I faw the fire * Along the rending walls afpire; Now rage impetuous in the hall, (I heard the crafhing rafters fall!) Now o'er the roof and turrets high, It blazes fierce and furious to the fky ! 4 VII. O fpare a helplefs maiden, fpare; The orphan's piteous pleadings hear! They bore me thence.—My ftreaming eyes Beheld thefe awful cliffs arife: Foul ravifher !—Ye rocks, ye waves, O fave me, hide me in your lonely caves! �( 7 ) VIII. Foul ravifher!—yet pale difmay « And vengeance mark thee for their prey * Unnerv'd, appalFd by confcious fear, * Remorfe ihall drive thee to defpair; 5 My fpirit, wailing in the blaft, * Shall fhake the counfels of thy guilty breaft/ € IX. 'Twas thus fhe waiFd,—till, by degrees, The voice came broken in the breeze: The feaman, piteous of her wo, Turn'd to the ftiore his friendly prow; But long, alas! ere dawn of day, The-voice grew weak, and feebly died away. INSCRIPTION F R A RURAL ARBOUR, O BY A GENTLEMAN OF INDIA. I. HEEDLESS wanderer, come not here With clamorous voice, or footftep rude; For Harmony's fweetjake forbear T o violate this folitude. II. For ne'er the Nightingale forfakes This haunt when hawthorn blofloms fpring j Veil'd in the lhade of tangled brakes, She calls her neftlings forth to fmg. �( 8 ) III. Hark! catch you not their warbling wild. That foftly flow the leaves among? Nov/ loudly fhrill, now fweetly mild, The defcant of their thrilling fong. IV. ' The^aflTeft primrofe of the year, Beneath delights in flowers to fpread; The cluft'ring hart-bell lingers near The cowflip's dewbefpangled bed. V. And whilft the weftern gales allay The keennefs of the noon-tide heat, They tell where pleas'd to lhur the day, The vi'let fcents her low retreat. VI. If tempted by the twilight fhade Beneath the fmooth-leaf'd beach to flray5 Soon will the charms that dre-s the glade Bring fweet oblivion of your way. VII. But, heedlefs wandVer, come not here, This feaft was not prcpar'd for thee; Unlefs thy heart feels nought more dear Than nature and fimplicity. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5acabb81c4c4923d66f1be2db9a04971.jpg a3bb598c0ae81a5f128cf93a5459da7f 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 3014 Width 1654 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 choice of a wife. The wail of Elvina: an ode. And inscription for a rural arbour Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks, Scottish Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1798, 1805 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/alma9923284833505154">s0343b31</a> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Glasgow, Scotland 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 Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The wail of Elvina An ode Inscription for a rural arbour Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 14 cm Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for and sold by Brash & Reid https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/febd07f0424b412ecdb4bb4f51a4c037.pdf af2692826d8b3053280b802b83bde0d2 PDF Text Text THE L O T T A E R Y ; P O E M . T o which are added, E I G H T FAVOURITE SONGS, BY E M I N E N T Hoiu fiveet AUTHORS. in the morning Are the fcenes of life. which gay fancy •0 may they be fcurdby no JS'or decay in the fcaaow up rears 3r Jlrife, of years GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR Brafli AND & SOLD Reid* BV �( T II E 2 ) L O T T E R Y; A P O E M . A s lately faunt'ring through the Hall, Where crowds attend at Fortune's call, And Anak's Giant Sons are feen, With haughty brow, and threatening mien, I ftopp'd attentively to view, T h e features of the anxious crew; W h o , oft deceived by Fortune's wiles, Expelled her uncertain fmiles. T h e clock ftrikes nine!—the wheels turn round, Obedient to the well-known found. T h e tickets drawn, with frequent bawl, Blank!—Blank"—re-echoes through the Hall: A difmal gloom o'erfhadows all. At length, hoarfe Stent or loudly cries—• Ten thoufand pounds!" O noble prize! 44 Ten thoufand!" quickly flies around, And each eye fparkles at the found But foon, by various pafiions torn, Their breafts with various tumults burn. This fmiles with jdy; thatftarts with fear; This bites his lips; that tears his hair. Another doubts, and trembling cries— " I hope my number is the prize ! " — T h e wheel is fhut; with progrefs flow, Returning crowds in filence go. T h e day's fuccefs is quickly fhewn, And fortune's favours all made known. T h e tradefman to the office flies; His tickets blanks falute his eyes ; Amaz'd, he utters many a moan,All hope of thirty thoufand's gone; �( 3 ) Attacks Dame Fortune as unkind, Antl cries with difcontentecl mind— " W h y , Fortune, play me fuch vile pranks, " T o turn your -wheel, and give me blanks? " Enrich'd with vaft increafe of ftore, " I hop'd to keep my coach and four. " All blanks! Alas, my blifs is flown, " M y money loft, my credit g o n e ! " ITome he returns; defpairing ties The halter round his neck, and dies! Such is the fate of many a fool, AVho idly fpurns the golden rule ; And thus prefers uncertain gain, T o honeft Labour's golden mean. Thrice happy he, who nobly dares T o laugh at idle Fortune's fnares; Procuring, with affiduous toil, The well-earn'd riches of his native foil. ADDRESS TO T H E NIGHTINGALE BY D R . BE A T T I E . A SONG* I. why thus abandon'd to mourning and wo, W h y thus lonely Philomel, why flow thy fad ilrau; For fpring (hall return and a lover beftow, And thy bofom no trace of dejedlion retain, II. Yet if pity infpire thee, ah ! cear? not--thy h y . Mourn fweeteftcomplainer, man calls thee to monr O foothe him, whofe p'eafures like thine pafs away Full fwift they pafs, but they never return. �( 4 ) LOVE PREFERRED TO WINE : A S 0 N G* I. .ADIEU ye jovial youths, who join T o plunge old care in floods of wine ; And as your dazzled eye balls roll, Difcern him ftruggling in the bowl. II. N o r yet is hope fo wholly flown, N o r yet is thought fo tedious grown; But limpid flreams and lhady tree Retain, as yet, fame fwe ets for me. III. And fee, through yonder fllent grove, See vonder does my Daphne rove, With pride her footfteps I purfue, And bid your frantic joys adieu. IV. The fole confufion I admire, Is that my Daphne's eyes infpire; I fcorn the madnefs you approve And value reafon next to love. �( 5 ) T H E MORNING OF LIFE. A S O N G . I. H o w fweet in the morning of life, Are the fcenes which gay fancy uprears! O may they be four'd by no ftrife, Nor decay in the fhadow of years ! II. But alas! the chill ev'ning will come, And its froft ev'ry blofibm fubdue, Mcm'ry fighs o'er the pride of their bloom, But no fun the fweet charms ftiall renew. Qqqobi. UNKIND A JULIA: S O N G . I. N o dawning hope can ftrike my foul, T o wake her from lethargic wo, The place of mirth I'll haunt no more, T o fome far deep recefs I'll go. II. Thereto mourn in doleful tales, And echo through the caves fliall wind, T h e joys I once with Julia found, Though fhe's not falfe, yet file's unkind. �( 6 ) BY DR. GOLDSMITH, A SONG. W h e n lovely woman ftoops to folly, And find too late that men betray, What charms can foothe-her melancholy, What art can wafh her guilt away. II. T h e only art her guilt to cover, T o hide her fhame from ev'ry eye, T o give repentance to her lover And wring his bofom, is to die. T H E DESPAIRING LOVER A SONG. r. S i n c e robb'd of all that charm'd my view, O f all my foul e'er fancied fair, Ye fmiling native fcenes adieu, W i t h each delightful object there. II. Ye dear aflociates of my breaft, W h o f e hearts with fpeechlefs forrow fwell, And thou with hoary age opprefl, Dear author of my life farewel. III. For me, alas ! thy fruitlefs tears, Far, far remote from friends and home* Shall blaft thy venerable years, And bend thee pining to the tomb, �( 7 ) LOVE SUPERIOR TO FRIENDSHIP: A SONG. I. ' T h e pafllon that from friendfhip fprings, Unlike the dew the morning brings, Unlike the flower that drops away, Nor quits its bloom, nor feels decay. XI. Beneath the fun that rais'd its head, T h e fragrant rofe may yield its red, But love for ever ftronger growrs, T h e more its firfl felt feeling glows. III. Pleafure deftroys itfelf apace, And age deforms the faireft face, But love, weir founded will afvvage The lateft hour of weary age: IV. Then light, O love, with golden beams, M y walking fancy's midnight dreams, Sieze, early fieze, my willing heart, O hold it faft, and ne'er depart. i �( 8 ) T H E REQUEST: A S O N G . I. Y e virgin powers defend my heart From am'rous looks and fmiles, From faucy love, or nicer art, Which raoft our fex beguiles. II. From fighs and vows, from awful fears, That do to pity move, From fpeaking filence, and from tears, Thofe fprings that water love. III. But if through pafiion I grow blind, Let honour be my guide, And where frail nature feems inclin'd, There fix a guard of pride. IV. ? Tis fit the price of heav'n be pure, And worthy of its aid, For thofe who think themfelves fecure, The fooneft are betray'd. . ? � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/15fdeca52ce1b8eeb26431da843ae881.jpg 4ae8221a39c555bea80dab0ee8b47961 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 3133 Width 1418 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 lottery: a poem. To which are added, eight favourite songs, by eminent authors. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks, Scottish Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1796 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/alma9923358103505154">s0343b35</a> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Glasgow, Scotland Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Eight favourite songs Address to the nightingale Love preferred to wine The morning of life Unkind Julia By Dr. Goldsmith, a song The despairing lover Love's superior to friendship The request 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 Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 14 cm Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for and sold by Brash & Reid https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5a1b8e9a603d42b7976e6ba25edec611.jpg 53ede71787ed2adb8c2adc70e6013def 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 3584 Width 2255 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ed3fdf53839a2c7fc8a172368f6fb204.jpg b4ca622ade21429384eb6e0c68f354ba Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. 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Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks, Scottish Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1823 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/alma9923346353505154">s0361b07</a> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Glasgow, Scotland 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 Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Published and sold, wholesale and retail by R. Hutchinson, Bookseller