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O �THE W I F E OF B E I T H . In Beith once dwelt a worthy wife, Of whom brave Chaucer mention makes She lived a licentious life, And namely in venereal acts ; But death did come for all her cracks, When years were spent and days outdriven, Then suddenly she sickness takes, Deceast forthwith and went to heaven. But as she went upen the way. There followed her a certain guide ; And kindly to her did say, Where mean you dame for to abide ? I know you are the Wife of Beith, And would not then that you go wrong For I'm your friend, and will not loath That you go thro' this narrow throng, This way is broader, with me. And very pleasant is the way ; I'll bring thee where you would be, Go with me friend say me not nay. She looked on him. then did speer, I pray you sir, what is your name ? Show me the way how came you here? T o tell it to me is no shame. �3 Is that a favour 'bout your neck ? And what is that upon your side ? Is it a bag or silver sack ? What are you then where do you bide ? I was a servant unto Christ, And Judas likewise is my name. I knew you by your colours first. Forsooth indeed you are to blame; Your master did you not betray ? And hang yourself when ye had done ? Where'er you bide I will not stay ; Go then you knave let me alone. Whatever I be I'll be your guide, Becauseyoui know not well the way ; Will you at once in me confide, I'll do all friendship that I may. What would you me ? Where do you dwell, I have nought will go with t h e e ; I fear it is some lower cell, I pray thee therefore let me be. This is a stormy night and cold, I'll bring you to a warmer inn ; Will you g o forward and be bold, And mend your pace till ye win in. I fear your inn will be too warm, For too much hotness is not b e s t ; Such hotness there may do me harm, And keep me that I do not r e s t ; I know your way it is to hell. For you are not one of the eleven ; �4 Go haste you then unto your cell, My way is only unto heaven. That way is by the gates of hell, I f you intend there for to go, Go dame I will not you compel, Bnt I with you will go also. Then down they went a right steep hill, Where Smoke and darkness did abound And pitch and sulphur burned still, With yells and cries hills did resound, T h e fiend himself came to the gate, And asked him where he had been ; D o you not know and have forgot, Seeking this wife could not be seen. Good dame said he will you be here I pray you then tell me your name ; T h e wife of Beith since that you speer, But to come in I were to blame, I will not have you then good dame For you were mistress of the flyting, If once within this gate you come, I will be troubled with your biting. Cummer go back and let me be, H ere are too many of your rout For women lewd like unto thee, I cannot turn my foot about. Sir thief I say i shall bide out, But gossip thou wast ne'er to me For to come in, I'm not so stout, And of my biting thou'st be free ; ; ; �5 But Lucifer what's that on thee ? Hast thou no water in this place? Thou look'st so black it seems to me, Thou ne'er dost wash thy ugly face; If we had water here to drink, We would not care for washing then, Into these flames and filthy stink. We burn with fire in the doom: Upbraid me then good wife no more, For first when I heard of the name ; Iknewthou had such words in store, Would make the devil to think shame. Forsooth Sir thief thou art to blame, If I had time now to abide ; Once ye were well but may think shame That lost heaven for rebellious pride; Who traitor-like fell with the rest, Because ye would not be content, And now of bliss are dispossest, Without all grace for to repent, Thou made'st poor Eve long since consent, To eat of the forbidden tree ; (Which we her daughters may repent) And made us almost like to thee ; But God be blest who past thee by. And did a Saviour provide ; For Adam's whole posterity, All those who do in him confide, Adieu false fiend, I may not bide, With thee I may no longer stay ; �6; My God in death he was my Guide, O ' e r hell I'll get the victory. Then up the hill the poor wife went Opprest with stinking flames and fear. Weeping right sore with great relent. For to go else she wist not w h e r e ; a narrow way with thorns and briers, and full of mires was here b e f o r e ; She sighed oft with sobs and tears. T h e poor wife's heart was wond 4 rous sore; Tired and torn she went on still, Sometimes she sat and sometimes fell, aye till she came to a high hill, and then she looked back to hell. When that she had climb'd up the hill, Before her was a goodly plain ; Where she did rest and weep her fill, Then rose and to her feet again. H e r heart was glad the way was good Up to the hill she hied with haste, T h e flowers were fair where there she stood, The field were pleasant to her taste. Then she espied Jerusalem, O n Zion's mount where that it stood: Shining with gold light as the sun, H e r silly soul was then right glad ; T h e ports of pearls shining bright, Were very glorious to behold, With precious stones gave such a light �7 T h e walls were of transparent gold; high were the walls the gates were shut and long she thought for to be in But then for fear of biding out, She knocked hard and made some din. T o knock and cry she did not spare Till father Adam did her h e a r ; Who is't that raps so rudely there, Heaven cannot well be won by weir; T h e wife of Beith since that you spier, Hath stood these two hours at the gate. Go back quoth he, thou must forbear, Here may no sinners entrance get. Adam, quoth she, I shall be in, In spite of all such churls as thee T h o u ' r t the original of all sin. For which thou art not flyting free. But for thy soul offences fled. Adam went back and let her be, Looking as if his nose had bled. Then mother Eve did at him speer, Who was it there that made such din? He said, a woman would be here, For me I durst not let her in. I'll go, said she, and ask her will, Her company I would have fain ; But aye she cried and knocked still, And in no ways she would refrain. Daughter, said Eve, you will do well, T o come again another t i m e ; Heaven is not won by sword or steel, ; ; �8 Nor none that's guilty of a crime. Mother said she, the fault is thine, That knocking here so long I stand; Thy guilt is more than that of mine, If thou wilt rightly understand, Thou wast the cause of all our sin, Wherein we were born and conceived. Our misery thou did'st begin, By thee thy husband was deceiv'd. Eve went back where Noah was, and told him all how she was blam'd Of her great sin and first trespass, Whereof she was so much asham'd. Then Noah said i will go down, and will forbid her that she knock ; Go back, he said, ye drunken lawn, Your none of the celestial flock. Noah she said, now hold thy peace, Where I drank ale thou didst drink wine Discover'd was to thy disgrace, When thou wast full like to a swine, If I was drunk I learned at the For thou'rt the father and the first, T h a t others taught and likewise me, T o drink when as we had no thirst. Then Noah turned back with speed and told the patriarch Abra'am then, How that the carlin made him dread, And how she all his deeds did ken. Abra'am then said now get you gone Let us no more hear of your din ; �9 No lying wife as I suppose, May enter in these gates within. Abra'am, she said will you but spare I hope you are not flyting free ; You of yourself had such a care, Deny'd your wife and made a lie; Go then I pray you let me be For I repent of all my sin; Do thou but ope the gates to me, and let me quietly come in. Abra'am went back to Jacob then, and told his grandson how to speed, How that of her nothing he wan, an I that he thought the carlin mad, Then down came J a t o b thro' the close and said go backward clown to h e l l ; Jacob quoth she I know your voice, That gate pertaineth to thyself, Of thy old trumpheries I can tell, With two sisters thou led'st thy life, and the third part of these tribes twelve Thou got with maids besides thy wife ; and stole thy father's bennison, Only by fraud thy father frae ; Gave thou not him for venison, A kid instead of breaken rae ? Jacob himself was tickled so H e went to Lot where he was lying, and to the gate prayed him to go, T o staunch the carlin of her crying Lot says fair dame make less ado, �10 and come again another day. Old harlot carle and drunkard too, Thou with thine own two daughters lay Of thine untimely se d I say, Proceeded never good hut ill. Poor Lot for shame then stole away, And left the wife to knock her fill, Meek Moses then went down at last, T o pacify the carlin then ; Now dame said he, knock not so fast, Your knocking will not let you ben. Good sir, she said, I am aghast, Whene'er i look you in the f a c e ; If that your law till now had last, Then surely I had ne'er got g r a c e : But Moses, sir, now by your leave, although in heaven you be possesst, For all you saw did not believe. But you in Horeb once transgressed, Wherefore by all it is confest. You hut got up the land to see, and in the mount were put to rest, Yea buried there where you did die. Moses meekly turned back, and told his brother Aaron there, How the old carlin did so crack, and in no ways did him forbear. Then Aaron said, I will not swear. But I'll conjure her as I can ; and I will make her now forbear, So that she shall not rap again. �11 Then Aaron said, you whorish wife, Get you gone anil rap no more ; (With idols you have led your life,) Or then you will repent it sore, (rood Aaron priest I know you well, This golden calf you may remember. Who made the people plagues to see. T h e is of you recorded ever ; your priesthood now is nothing worth, Christ is my only priest, and he. My lord, who shall not keep me forth, So I'll get in in spite of thee. U p started Sampson at the length, Unto the gate apace came he, T o drive away the wife with strength, But all in vain it would not he. Sampson, quoth she, t h e world may Thou was a judge that proved unjust ; Those gracious girts which God gave thee, Thou lost by thy licentious lust, From Delila thy wicked wife, Thy secrets chief couldst not refrain, She daily sought to take thy life, Thou lost thy locks and then was slain. Though thou wast strong it was in vain Haunted with harlots here and there, Then Sampson turned back again, And with the wife would mell nae mair, T h e n said king David knock no more, �12 We are troubled with thy cry, David quoth she, how cam'st thou here ? Thou might'st bide out as well as I, Thy deeds no ways thou canst deny, Is not thy sin far worse than mine ? Who with Uriah's wife did lie, And caus'd him to be murder'd syne, Then Jedith said who's there that knocks, And to our neighbour gives these notes Madam said she let be your macks, I came not here for cutting throats: I am a sinner full of blots, Yet through Christ's blood I shall be clean. If you and I be judged by votes, T h e thing you did was worse than mine Then said the sapient Solomon, Thou art a sinner all men say, Therefore our Saviour, I suppose. Thee heavenly entrance will deny, Mind quoth she thy latter days, What idol gods thou did upset, And wast so lewd in Venus' plays, Thou didst thy maker quite forget. Then Jonas said fair dame content you, If you intend to come to grace. You must dree penance and repent you Ere you come within this place. �13 Jonas quoth she how stands the case ? How came you here to be with Christ? How dare you look me in the face ? Considering how you broke your tryst, To go God's errand thou withstood him And held this council in disdain ; The raven messenger thou play'd him, And brought no message back again With mercy thou wastnotcontent, When that the Lord he did them spare Although the city did repent, It grieved thee thy heart was sair : Let me alone and speak no more, Go back again into the whale, For now my heart isalsosore, But yet I hope I shall prevail. Good Jonas said crack on your fill, For here I may no longer tarry, Yet knock as long as e'er you will, And go into a firry farry. Jonas she says ye do miscarry, As I have done in former time, You're no Saint Peter nor Saint Mary, T h y blot's as black as ever mine, So Jonas then he was asham'd, Because he was not fly ting free, Of all his faults she had him blam'd He left the wife and let her be. Saint Thomas then I council thee, Go speak unto yon wicked wife, She shames u s all, and as for me, �14 Her like I never heard all my life. Thomas then said, you make such din, When you are out, and meikle din If you were here, I'll lay my life. No peace the saints would get within; I t is your trade for to be flyting, Still in a fever as one raves. N o marvel though you wives be biting, Your tongues are m a l e of aspen leaves Thomas quoth she, let be your taunts, You play the pick-thank I perceive, Though ye be brother to the saints, An unbelieving heart you have ; Thou brought the Lord unto the grave. But would no more with him remain, And wast the last of all the lave, T h a t did believe he rose again, There mi^ht no doctrine do thee good, Nor miracles make thee confide, Till thou beheld Christ's wounds and blood, And put'st thy hands unto his side ; Didst thou not daily with him bide, And see the wonders which he wrought But blest are they who do confide, And do believe yet saw him n o t ; Thomas, she says, will you speer, If that my sister Magdalene, Will come to me if she be here ; For comfort sure you give me nane. �15 H e was so blythe he turned back, and thanked God that he was gane, He had no will to hear her crack, But told it Mary Magdalene. When she did hear her sister's mocks, She went unto the gate with speed : and asked her who is't that knocks? 'Tis I, the wife of Btith indeed, She said good mistress you must stand Till ye be tried by tribulation. Sister, quoth she, give me your hand, are we not both of one vocation? It is not through your occupation, That you are placed so divine, My faith is fixed on Christ's passion. My soul shall be as safe as thine. Then Mary went away in haste, T h e carlin made her so asham'd, She had no will of such a guest, T o lose her pains and be so blamed. Now good St. Paul, said Magdalene, Because you are a learned man, Go and convince this woman then, For I have done all that I can : Sure if she were in hell I doubt, They would not keep her longer there Cut to the gate would turn her out ; and send her back to be elsewhere. Then went the good apostle Paul, T o put the wife in better tune. Wash off the filth that fyles thy soul, �16 Then shall heav'n's gates be open soon. Remember Paul what thou hast done, For the epistles thou didst compile, Though now thou sittest up above, Thou persecuted Christ awhile. Woman he said, thou art not right, That which I did, I did not know; But thou did sin with all thy might, Although the preachers did thee show, Saint Paul, she said, it is not So, I did not know as well as ye, But I will to my Saviour go; Who will his favour show to me ; You think you are of flyting free, Because you were wrapt up above. But yet it was Christ's grace to thee, and matchlessness of his dear love, Then, Paul she says let Peter come, If he be lying let him rise, To him I will confess my sin. and let him quickly bring the keys. Too long I stand, he'll let me in, For why I cannot longer tarry, Then shall ye all be quit of din, For I must speak with good saint Mary. The good apostle discontent, Right suddenly he turned back, For he did very much repent, T o hear the carlin proudly crack, Paul says good brother now arise, and make an end of all this din, �17 And if be so you have the keys, Open andletthecarlinin; T h e apostle Paul arose at last, and to the gate with speed he he hies, Carlin quoth he knock not so fast, You cumber Mary with your cries. Peter she said let Christ arise, and grant me mercy in my need ; For why, I ne'er denied him thrice, as though thyself hast done indeed. Thou calling bold what's that to thee ? I got remission for my sin ; It cost many sad tears to me, Before I entered here within. I will not be thy muckle din, Will cause heaven gates opened be, Thou must be purified of sin ; and of all sins must be made free. Saint Peter then its nought to you That you were rid of your fears, It was Christ's gracious look I trow That made ye wipe those bitter tears, T h e door of mercy is not closed, I may get grace as well as ye, It is not so as ye supposed I will be in, in spiteofthee. But wicked wife it is too late, Thou shouldest have mourn'd upon earth, Repentance now is out of date : I should have been before thy death ; �18 Thou mightest then have turned wrath T o mercy then and mercy great, But now the Lord is very loth, and all thy crys not worth a jot. Ah ! Peter then what shall I do? H e will not hear me as i hear, Shall I despair of mercy too! No, no, I,ll trust in mercy d e a r : and if I perish here I'll stay, and never go from heaven bright; I'll ever hope and always pray, TntilIget my Saviour's sight. I think indeed you now are right, if you had faith you would win in ; Importune then with all your might, Faith is the feet wherewith you come. It is the hands will hold him fast But weak faith never may presume ; 'Twill let you sink and be aghast. Stongly believe, or your undone. But good Saint Peter, let me be, Had you such faith did it abound ? When you did walk upon the sea, Were ye not likely to he drown'd ? Had not our Saviour helped thee, Who came and took thee by the hand ; So can my Lord dountoto me, and bring me to the promised land, Is my faith weak ? Yea he is still T h e same and ever shall remain ; His mercies last and his good will, �19 T o bring me to his flock a g a i n ; H e will me help and me relieve, and will increase my faith also, If weakly I can but believe, For from this place I'll never go. But Peter said how can that be? How dar'st thou look him in the face ? Such horrid sinners like to thee, Can have no courage to have grace ; Here none comes in but they that's stout, and suffer'd have for the good cause? Like unto thee are keeped cut. For thou hast kroken all Moses' laws. Peter she said, I do appeal, From Moses and from thee also, With him and you I'll not prevail, But to my Saviour I will go; Indeed of old you were right stout, When ysu did cut off Malchus' ear ; But after that you went about. And a poor maid then did you fear. Wherefore Saint Peter do forbear, A comforter indeed your n o t ; Let me alone, I do not fear, Take home the wissel of your g r o a t ; Was it your own or Paul's good sword When that your courage was so keen, You were right stout upon my word, Then you would fain at fishing been For ere the crowing of the cock, ; �20 You did deny your master thrice. For all your stoutness turned: a block, Now flyte no more if ye be wise. Yet at the last the Lord arose, Environed with angels bright. And to the wife in haste he goes, Desir'd her to pass out of sight, O Lord quoth she, cause me do right But not according to my sin, have you not promised day and night, When sinners knocks to let them in ? He said thou wrests the scriptures wrong. The night is come thou spent the day In whoredom thou hast lived long, And do repent thou didst d e l a y ; Still my commandments thou abus'd And vice committed busily, Since now my mercy thou refused, Go down to hell eternally, O Lord, my sou! doth testify, That I have spent my life in vain ; Ah ! make a wandering sheep of me, And bring me to thy flock again. Think'st thou there is no count to crave, Of all these gifts in thee was planted, I gave thee beauty 'bove the lave, A pregnant wit thou never wanted. Master, quoth she it must be granted, My sins are great give me contrition ; �21 The forlorn son when he repented. Obtain'd his father's full remission. I spar'd my judgment many times, And sp'ritual pastors did thee send ; But thou renew'd'st thy former crimes, Aye more and more me to offend. My Lord, quoth she, I do amend, Lamenting for my former vice, The poor thief at the latter end, For one word went to paradise. T h e thief heard never of my teachings, My heavenly precepts and my laws, But thou wast daily at my preachings, Both heard and saw and yet misknows, Master quoth she the scriptures shows, T h e Jewish womanwhoplay'dthelown, Conform unto the Hebrew laws, Was brought to thee to he put down ; But nevertheless thou let'st her go, And made the Pharisee's afraid. Indeed, says Christ, it was right so, And that my bidding was obey'd, Woman, he said, I may not cast, The children's bread to dog's like thee, Although my mercies yet do last, There's mercy here but none for thee, But, loving Lord, may I presume, Poor worm, that I may speak again, The dogs for hunger were undone, And for the crumbs they were right fain ; �22 Grant me one crumb that then doth fall From thy blest children's table Lord, That I may be refresh'd withal, It will me help enough afford. The gates of mercy now are clos'd, And thou canst hardly enter in ; It is not so as thou supposed. For thou art deadly sick in sin. 'Tis true indeed my lord most meek, My sore and sickness I do f e e l ; Yet thou the lamb dost truly seek, Who lay long at Bethseda's pool, Of that thee never sought, Like to the poor Samaritan; Whom thou into thy fold has brought, Even as thou didst the widow of Nain : Most gracious God, didst thou not bid All that were weary come to thee ? Behold I come! even o'erload With sin, have mercy upon me. The issues of thy soul are great, Thou art both leprous and unclean, To be with me thou art not fit, Go from me then, let me alone. Let me thy garments once but touch, My bloody issue will be whole, It will not cost thee very much, To save a poor distressed soul. Speak thou the word I shall be whole, One look of thee shall do me good, Save now good lord my silly soul, �23 Bought with thine own most precious blood. Let me alone, none of my blood, Was ever shed for such as thee, It was my mercy patience good. Which from damnation set them free. I t is confest thou hast been just, Altho' thou had condemned m e ; But O ! thy mercies still do last, T o save the soul that trust in thee : Let me not then condemned be. Most humbly Lord, I thee request, Of sinners all none, like me, So much the more thy praise shall last, Thy praising me is profite, My saints shall praise me evermore: In sinners I have no delight, Such sacrifice I do abhor. Then she unto the Lord did say, At footstool of thy grace I'll lie ; Sweet Lord my God say me not nay, For if I perish here I'll die. Poor silly wretch then speak no more, Thy faith poor soul hath saved thee ; Enter thou into my glory, And rest through all eternity. How soon our Saviour these words said, A long white robe to her was given ; And then the angels did her lead Forthwith within the gates of heaven ; �24 A laurel crown set on her Head. Spangled with rubies and with gold ; A bright white palm she always had, Glorious itWas for to behold ; Her face did shine like to the sun, like threads of gold her hair hung down Her eyes like lamps unto the moon : Of precious stones rich Was her crown, Angels and saints did welcome her, T h e heavenly choir did sing rejoice ; King David with his harp was t h e r e ; The silver bells gave a great noise. Such music and such melody, Was neither ever heard or seen, When this poor saint was plac'd t o high And of her sins made freely clean ; But then when thus she Was possest, And looked back on all her fears, And that she was come to her rest, Free'd from her sins, and all her tears, She from her head did take the crown, Giving all praise to Christ on high, And at his feet she laid it down, For that the Lamb hath m a d e her free, Now doth she sing triumphantly, And shall rejoice for evermore O'er death and hell victoriously, With lasting spirits laid in store. FINIS. . � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/e69f4df5c03a86a43bceebea3c193432.jpg 0d572f7c109863b52c0815cdd8f4c719 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 Height 547 Width 354 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 the Resurrection showing Jesus Christ rising from the tomb in a burst of light with 4 soldiers displayed in pairs of two on the ground. 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 075:Title-page illustration in single ruled border of the Resurrection showing Jesus Christ rising from the tomb in a burst of light with 4 soldiers displayed in pairs of two on the ground. 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 Wife of Beith: With a Description of Her Journey to Heaven 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/alma9923445103505154">s0074b23</a> Abstract A summary of the resource. Inspired by Chaucer’s Wife of Bath, this tale describes the Wife’s journey after death. As the Wife travels first to hell and then to heaven, she is rejected by the Devil – who does not wish to be harried by her scornful tongue – and then a long number of biblical characters in heaven due to her many earthly transgressions. The Wife’s flyting appalls and shames all of these characters until she ultimately comes before Christ who at first rejects her as well, but then ultimately accepts her when she submits faithfully to him. 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. 24 pages 15 cm Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource ca.1840-1850 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Falkirk: Printed for the Booksellers Subject The topic of the resource Religion and Morals Chapbooks - Scotland - Falkirk Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Chaucer, Geoffrey, -1400 Description An account of the resource Woodcut #75: Illustration on title-page of the Resurrection showing Jesus Christ rising from the tomb in a burst of light with 4 soldiers displayed in pairs of two on the ground. Type The nature or genre of the resource poetry # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: religion & morals Chapbook Publisher - Falkirk: Printed for the Bookseller Gender: man/men Nature: cloud(s) Nature: tree(s) Occupation: soldier Religious Figures: Jesus Christ https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/924ede9a533eb3b4ef63e69f77066631.pdf dd694e0a8ccf0a9a2505761dfdfd61aa PDF Text Text YOUNG GRIGOR'S GHOST, AN OLD SCOTCH SONG. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 13. �YOUNG GRIGOR'S GHOST. PART I. Come all ye young lovers in Scotlnad draw near, Unto this sad story which now ye shall hear, Concerning two lovers that liv'd in the north, Amongst the high mountains that stand beyond Forth. This maid was the daughter of a gentleman, Of the name of M'Farlane, and of the same clan; But Grigor was born in a Highland Isle, And by blood relation her cousin we style. But where riches are wanting, we oftentimes see, Few men are esteemed for their pedigree; His father was forced, when he was a child, To leave this realm ; and when he was exil'd, His lands they were forfeit, I let you know, Because of rebellion, the truth for to show, Both gold and vast riches he with him did give, For his education, and how he might live. And solely he to the care of his friend, Was left by his father to be maintained ; He learn'd him indeed for to read and to write, In all rules of Arithmetic he made him perfect; In Latin and French he had taught him also, That he through the world was fit for to g o ; The king was recruiting, all hands did employ, While her father as a servant used this young boy. For all kinds of drudgery he made him to serve, And still to keep him as a corpse of reserve; Such a beautiful young mail was not in the place, Nonecouldcomparewithhim in stature and grace. �3 The charming Miss Katty was oft in the way, One day in love's passion she to him did say, My dear cousin Grigor, I've something to tell, Which now from my bosom this day I reveal. You know with lovers I'm plagued to the heart, But you are the object that makes me to smart; If you do but love me, dear cousin, said she, I'm happy for ever, so therefore be free. Then said he, dear Katty, I'm all in a stun, I suppose your intentions are nothing but fun; Bat had I a subject to balance with you, I'd count myself happy your suit I might true. O ! said she, dear Grigor, I'm no way in jest, And if you deny me, then death's my request; You know the substance and wealth that I have, 'Tis enough to uphold us all, both gallant and brave. I know that my parents for more riches are bent, But a few years by nature will make them extinct, Till which time, my Grigor, I do make this vow. That I never will marry another but you? O then he consented, and flew to her arms, And said, my dear Katty, I'm killed by your charms, But if your parents this fond love should know, They soon will cause our sad Overthrow. Of that, my dear Grigor, be silent, I pray, This night we will part, arid will meet the next day, Under the broad oak by the cave in the glen, Where more of my mind unto you I'll explain. PART II. Her mother, next morning, by a blink of her eye, Betwixt her and Grigor great love did espy, �4 And she to her husband the same soon reveal'd, Giving orders to watch them as they're in the field. All day then her father went walking about, And after her he still kept a look out, Till hard on the evening she went to the glen, Where Grigor was waiting to hear her explain The way they would manage and make matters go, Her father did follow and heard them also, He stepped in softly, stood over the cave, Hearing their discourses, how they would behave. At length he advanced, cried, Grigor, what now ? Is this the reward from such an orphan as you ? You know I've maintained you since seven years old, And now your intentions they seem very bold. Then Grigor ask'd pardon, and thus he did say, Sir, I'm at your disposal, then do as you may; The old man in a passion there chiding did stand, Till Katty took courage and speech into hand. Why mean ye, dear father, on us for to frown ? Was this man a beggar I'm sure he's our own, He's of our kindred, our flesh, and our blood, And you know very well his behaviour is good. 'Tis him that I chose for my husband, and shall; Go, give all your riches to whom that you will, Do not think I'm a hog or a horse to be sold, Away to some num-skull that has nought but gold ? The father in a rage to the mother did go, And told their proceedings with sorrow and woe; He seem'd that night as his anger had been gone, Lest that young Grigor from the place should abscond. �5 But he sent a messenger into Inverness, Which brought out a party young Grigor to press; And for to make ready gave no time we hear, He ask'd but one favour, a word of his dear. When being denied, the old man with a frown, Said, soldiers can have sweethearts in every town; At this the young lady cried bitterly, May the heavens requite you for your cruelty. Young Grigor took courage and marched away, When the Captain viewed him, thus to him did say, For the lady that lov'd you, sir, I pity her case, Who's lost such a beauty and sweet blooming face. His lady cried out, what a wretch can he be, Caus'd press this young man for no perjury. His long yellow hair to his middle hangs down, O'er his broad shoulders so fine round and round. Now Grigor considering his pitiful case, Received the bounty, and swore the peace; His captain unto him a furlough he gave, To see his dear Katty he once more did crave. Two lines he then sent her by a solid hand, That he under the oak at midnight would stand, For to wait upon her, and hear her complaint, And there for to meet him she was well content. Her vows she renewed, with tears not a few, And a gold-ring on's finger as a token she drew, Which was not to move, come death or come life, Till that happy moment he made her his wife. She fain would go with him, but he answered no, For your parents will follow, and cause us more woe; �My Maker be witness, and this green oak, said he, That I ne'er shall enjoy a woman but thee. And there then he left her a-weeping full sore, Poor creature, she never got sight of him more, For in short time thereafter, he went to sea, And left the sight of Britain with the tear in his eye, And went to America, their orders being so, There proved a gallant soldier, and valour did show ; That for his behaviour they ne'er could him blame, From a Corporal at last to a Sergeant he came. PART III. Being near Fort Niagara in the year fifty-nine, On the thirtieth of July as he always did incline, To frequent the green-wood, at some distant place, To breath out his sorrows, his mind to solace. Among the savage Indians, alas ! there he fell, But how he was murdered we cannot well tell, For on the next morning they found him there dead, Two Indians lay by him wanting their heads. Cut off with his broad-sword, as is Understood, As there all about him was nothing but blood; Five wounds in his body, his hair scalp d away, His clothes, sword and pistol of all made a prey. And one of his fingers from his hand they had cut, On which was the gold-ring from his lover he got, In that very moment though in Scotland we hear, A dreadful spectre to his love did appear. As she was a-weeping under the green oak, He quickly past by her and not a word spoke, Yet, shaking his left hand, where the ring he did wear, It wanted a finger, and blood dropped there. �8 Whereat the young lady was struck with amaze, And rose to run after, and on him did gaze; As she knew it was Grigor, but how in that place, It made her to wonder and dread the sad case. With terror and grief home she did retire, And spent the whole night in weeping and prayer; So, early next morning she rose with the sun, And went back to the green oak to weep all alone. For always she esteem'd that place as we hear, As on it she got the last sight of her dear; As there she sat weeping and tearing her hair, Again the pale spectre to her did appear. And with a wild aspect it stared in her face, Then said, O dear Katty, do not me embrace, For I'm but a spirit though shining in blood, My body lies murdered in a foreign wood. There's two wounds in my body, and three in my side, With hatchets and arrows, that's both deep and wide, My scalp and fine hair for a premium are sold, And also my finger with the ring of pure gold. Which you threw upon it as a mark of true love, Love's stronger than death, for it does remove, But my earnest desire it is for you, my dear, And till you are with me I'll still wander here. For this world's but vanity, all's but a vain show, 'Tis nought to the pleasures where we are to g o ; She went to embrace him, being void of all fright, But he in a moment went out of her sight. �8 Then home in great horror to her father did run, Crying, O ! cruel father, now what have you done ? Grigor, lov'd Grigor came to me in blood, And his body lies murdered in an American wood. He shewed me his wounds, and each bleeding sore, And therefore my pleasures on earth are no more, Her father looked at her as one being amaz'd, Then said, My dear Katty, your brains they are craz'd. But still she maintain'd it, and cried like a child, Ne'er after was seen for to laugh nor to smile; Brought to her all doctors, whose skill was in vain, But still gave opinion she was sound in the brain. Her body decayed, her face grew wan and pale, She soar'd to her true love, beyond death's dark vale, First her, then her mother, in one night expir'd, I hope she enjoys the bliss she desir'd. Now the old father cries, bereft of all joys, Though he has plenty of gold, no girls nor boys. Let all cruel parents to this take great heed, His pretty young daughter is now with the dead. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/823599073368e31d883fbd83a3e5336b.jpg 53a2c400a28cdc4307b08f47c1a1affc 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 3255 Width 1895 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 Young Grigor's Ghost, An Old Scotch Song Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Highlands Jacobites War Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923448223505154">s0094b43</a> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per National Library of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Description An account of the resource 13 printed at the bottom of the title-page Abstract A summary of the resource. In this popular ballad, the son of a Jacobite rebel is raised by relatives and falls in love with his young cousin. When her father finds out, he sends the young Grigor to join the army and he is shipped off to fight in America. He is killed at Fort Niagara by Native Americans who also cut off his finger in order to get the gold ring that his lover had given him. He then appears as a bleeding ghost to his lover back in Scotland and informs her of his death, whereupon she wastes away and dies of an illness caused by a broken heart. The story helpfully advises parents to beware separating young lovers in case your own children die. Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Niagara, Ontario United States Scotland Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. 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Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In public domain; For higher quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers 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 supernatural & ghost stories https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/180225c46efd13d3b426449d29d3c370.pdf 7ce76c01a68c4b443e5e0bf392fc3325 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/509d4fb7b3050c39d2ef140d19c5addd.pdf 3c432cbdf00bc76c293518dd775d4bdf https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ae9b8afe77d6d966d37c433ece8bf16e.pdf 7ce76c01a68c4b443e5e0bf392fc3325 PDF Text Text T Ii E B AE ON OF GAR T L E Y AN OLD ABERDEENSHIRE BALLAD. “ Better a toom House than an ill Tenant.”— Old Proverb. ABERDEEN: A N D R E W W ILSO N , 43J, CASTLE S T R E E T . 1861 . ��THE BARON OF GARTLEY. i. . JTwas at m idnight’s darkest hour, Nae moon or stars gave lis>ht, W hen G artley’s bauld and burly Baronne, Bode homeward through the night. II. Sturdy was th at Baronne’s spear— Deadly his battle brand ; Could nae man bide aneath the stroke O’ his uplifted hand. III. F rae his war c a p three feathers black, Nod o’er his dark brent brow ; D urst nae man speir where he them gat, Or he had cause to rue. IY. H is mail o’ steel frae neck to heel, W i’ witchin’ spell was b o u n d ; *Twas clasped sae fast, war’s deadliest blast* Could ne’er that Baronne wound. V. On coal black steed, with furious speed, The Baronne still spurred on ; Nae gruesome ghaist— nae boodie black— Could fleg th at bold Baronne. �4 VI. The fire flaucht fierce flasbt o'er the lift, Made night as bright as d a y ; 4 Ye’re welcome, quoth the bauld Baronne, 4 To light me on my way.” V II. A thw art the lift the thunder roared, W i’ awfu’ hotterin* din ; “ ?Twill wauken the wardmen on my wall, To let their lord win in.” V III. The Baronne reached th e w an water* E re he drew bridle r e in ; And the rowtiii’ o’ that dark water, Would hae fieyt ten thousand men. IX . ’Twould hae fieyt all but th e bauld Baronne^ But the never a fear fear^t he, Tho’ the first step the Baronne’s horse ga’ey I t wet him to the knee. X. The next step the Baronne’s horse ga^e* dam e orer the saddle bow— a I t ’s high, we twa will weet our feet* Afore that we win through.” XL a W ha rides, wha rides, so far in the night ?” Cried some unearthly power; MW ha kens nae th at the Kelpie rules A t this untimely h o u r?” �5 X II. “ W ha rides, wlia rides, sae far in the night, Wham* Kelpie has command ? Dare nae man pass this foaming ford. And living win to land.” X III. There came a frown on that Baronne’s brow, And scornfully laughed he— ** N ae voice o’ air, or slim shadow Shall ever frighten me.y ? XIV . 4 ‘ Go, voice unblest, to thy place o’ rest, I f any rest there be, F or through this ford I mean to pass, And I ’ll nae speir leave o’ thee.” XV. T he Kelpie gae a ghaistly groan— The foamin’ ford did ryve, And np there rose a fearful sights W hich nae man can disc ryve, X V I. A thing like a hell hound there came, And clutched him by the sp a u ld ; B ut the Baronne drew his deadly brand-, Made the Kelpie tyne his hauld. X V II. Gin ye be G artley’s bauld Baronne, As I trow weel ye b e ; The youngest o’ my weird sisters, Is deep in love wi’ thee. �0 XYIIL And a7 for that sister's sake, I let Thy steed and thee gae o n ; K ae earthly man sic favour has, As thee, thou bauld Baronne.’’ XIX. And hers ridden on and farther on, And down yon dowie den, A nd the wild bull boo'ed frae the eerie foresf? A nd the rocks boo’ed back again, XX, Tho? the wild bull boo’ed an7 the owlet screamed. Y et fearless was he the while a r H e crooned aft “7 unholy sangs? er ) H is journey to beguile. XXI. And he’s ridden on, and further on7 And never slacked his speed, Till he came to the yett or his castTe^ And stopped his coal black steed. X X II And w hat means this ?” quoth the angry B arcane, And a fearfu7 glower gae he, u N ae watchlight on my battlements* W here they were wont to be.,r * XXIII. H ers ta ren his horn frae his drawn belt9 And blew a blast full bauld, That waukened the corbie on the high tree top, And the tod forsook the fauLL �XXIV. H e has ta ’en his bogle horn again7 And a baulder blast blew he,— Y et a ’ was still as the deep silence Of the dead man’s cemetrie. XXV. H e has ta fen his bugle horn again, And a blast o ’ war blew he, When loud spoke out Billy, born blind, As he stood on the watch tower hie. X X V I. “ W hat man o’ war, or rank robber, Disturbs our nigh ly sleep ; Yet the moat brig is up, the yett lockit fast? And the key safe in the keep, X X V IL 4 To thy bloody den speed, thou dark robber < Nor waken us wi’ thy din • I f I were to waken our new come Lord? He would throw thee in the Linn.” X X V II I. MAnd wha is he th at stalw art Lord ? In Gartley does he bide ? I thought here dwalt th at bald Baronne? Whose fame had waxed wide.” X X IX . “ That Baronne gaed to the deadly war* Full six lang month sin syne, H is body lies can Id on the gory field,. And his soul in purgatory’s pine,” �8 XXX. H e had nae been ga’en a day, a day, A month but only three, W hen our lady married him, young Lesmore, O ’ the blythe and blinkin’ e’e* u X X X I. iC Awa wi’ thee thou rank robber, Speed o’er the nicht-faun d ew ; tji f ye waken them in bridal bed, I t doubtless you will rue.” X X X II T he Baronne frowned— his face turned black*-** His e’en o’ the pale dead hue, And three times did the feathers black N od o’er his dark brent brow. X X X III. And he’s ridden on to the weird sister^ Seven miles aneath the Binn, u H urrah, thou gaunt and grim porter* L et G artley’s Baronne in.” X X X I?, Jl'he red het door the porter je ’ed, And stood in the Baronne’s sight %i A re the weird sisters at hame, goblin f Or are they abroad at n ight?7 1 XXXV. In the cave th a t’s paved wi’ dead men’s skulls* This night the feast maun be spread ; The sisters are gane to the rotten kirkyard, To bowk the new laid dead.” �9 X X X V I. The Baronne rode to the rotten kirkyard? And by the bine wierd light, To earthly man this kythed then, An allagrugous sight.— X X X V I I. They had howkit frae a grave a new laid corpse W ere scrapin’ the flesh frae the banes ; The very banes and gristles they ground Between twa black millstanes. X X X V III. The flesh they were seethin’ in hell caldrons* To be their devilish food. Ilk ane frae the skull of unkirsn'd bairn, Was lappin' the dead m an's blood. X X X IX . 4 H urra, ye gaunt and grim sisters^ < Cease, cease your works o’ blood; Ye promised to help a bauld Baronne, Now make your promise good. XL. “ Now do to me ye weird sisters* T hat deed without a name, My fause lady and her leman, H ae brought my house to shame. X L I. “ Cast cantrips fell, work powerful spell O ’ deadliest glamoury, To work them wae ; this very night I maun avenged be.” �10 X L III. Now young Lesmore and his laidy fair, Were bound to bridal bed, When young Lesmore, wi’ stately step, Unto his lady said : X L IV . Fetch me my coat o’ mail, lady, My shield but and my spear, Three times I heard a trum pet blaw, And the third time it blew w eir.” u XLV. “ In sooth, my lord, ye are too fond To mix in battle stour; I t ’s but the wardman on my wall, That sounds the midnight hour.” X L Y I. All the long night Lesmore gauntit, The never a wink slept h e ; u W h at ails this castle o’ yours, lady, I t ’s rockin’ like a tree ?” X L V II. “ The castle o’ Gartley is bigget full stout, W i’ towers baith high and sm a ll; Tho’ they rock to the winds o’ night, N ae fear th a t it will fall.” X L V III. Lesmore startit to his elbow, An angry man was he : a I canna sleep in your castle, lady, The reek is smorin’ me,” �11 X L IX . Lie still, lie still, my young Lesmore, D inna sae waukrife be ; I t ’s but the smoke o’ the burning bill muir—The wind blaws in to thee.” e< L. And w ha’s that auld gyre carlin, Wi- a staff o’ the dead m an’s bane, T h at’s knapping knappin’ through the ha? ? B ut word speaks never nane ?” 16 L I. “ W hy sleep ye not, my dear Lesmore ? Alas, ye gar me weep, I t ’s but my silly bower woman T h a t’s gangin’ in her sleep.” L II. “ 0 lady dear, my lady fair, Would I to sleep were gane, B ut I canna get sleep, I canna get peace, For the groans o’ dying men.” & & « ■ # ■ & LIV. T he grey cock got up and flappit his wings. And loud and bold crew h e ; The blythe morn glinted o’er the hill tap, And the birds sang merrilie. LY. B u tt h at morn showed a fearful sight, As ever man did see ; For the castle wa’ was black as soot, And the roof was the heavens hie. �12 LVI. ISFae living thing in th at castle Saw morning light again ; There was naething left but the black chimneys, And wa’s o’ black burnt siane. L V II. Lang has the castle bleached in the wind, Y et whiter it winna be : B ut the wild flowers blaw on the roofless w a , And corbies build their eyrie. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/478c4fe1fa23894c931b485f279bac0b.jpg 114894633d9904284e17fec10ffcabd3 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 4589 Width 2744 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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