22 10 639 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. 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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 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/80645b4ccde05c0b4e042ce9f8132c4d.pdf 0648fe1f3da4e7c3cb02d5c7eac49333 PDF Text Text Kami s A^f-Mr to Wabjler Jock, |TO3E n r ; a \vi r n , JOCK'S REPLK WITH/ %he Mournful Lamentation of Sujhnna Duckworth, AND •JLove and Dcfpair. i Stirling, Printed by C . Randall. 180$* �^ KiTTfE'S ANSWER TO WAB3TER JOCK. TUNEHere awa* there awa9 had awa$ burnt* R E S E R V E us. Johnny, you've t r a m , looms rnony, 9 1 thought > fa s them a* xvi my een* B u t t h o * ye fkin them up fu boimie, Y e ' r e no fae rich as ye wad fecm, P T h e loom for g u l MaJte. r i l e naemair on her^ "Ycs'l! break her hack fhv s fauce nt he barne, A rrung the trecile; ve'li li-hr m uiihumaur* K e ' r e no foe rich us y i VMJ teem. Y e u r heddlcs ate aukl y o u r k a v e s are rotten^ "Your fhu'tic's a I a j c i u e e u UvurMaul s i u aim , u u i W.J o'tnem bxoktli$ H t ( t no iae n t h as ye wa^i Item. I couna 'hixik on caun your pirns, If'e il ay be girnin* ay at huine, 1 doubt yt/v^ ftouii your ttdts o Y t it. no ictc mix as ye hsuu �3 a* von? i r u g an* flicking fowen, I rather wad hae a c c g f u o ream* C o m m e n d rr»e to a lad we a g r o ^ i n , Y e ' r e no fae rich as ye wad feeim I fa v the pot ye g<t f r o n Holland, Reaming w, wa a hnit your loom, T o 1 ty the touzie hair o* the p L i en, Y e re no r i c i as ye wau R e m . A fpurtle J o h n ny b ea r y go tten, 0 ay bit fttck may do th it's clean* B u t wh ir s i he m e 4 t > m ix' trie £rofe f Y e ' r e u^ k e rich as yc Wad ieem, Y o u r huitgar an fait is black an reeked, W a d p ifon a fow its tar frae clean, .An* wha wad marry a man lor a jacket* Y e re no f<*e ricft as ye wad ietm. Y e brag me we the half oi your herrin f B a t i couid eat a heai ane my lel% 1 doubt y c u r living be but (harin, Y e re no lae rich as you wad feem. A b o u t your b^ffen IC1I But wtiat-s iuthe fciftl I ( bubt, I c cubt its as Y e re up lae rich as ye fay but little, fain wad ken, dry as a whiftlej wad fcenu �4 B u t f h o ' y c u r f u i f e be b l m k fm*hp!!$w 9 Its br-rc to fcv yet what may be done, p u t alter s ytf re scanty fellow, T h o no li t iich as ye waa fcem. Sae tcik ycur plaid about you Johnny^ An come your up by at e^n, I like a iati that 's brifk and bonny, 'I ho i no fae rich as ye v/ad leem, JOCKcS REPLY, I have bought a bom, my kffie in fummer, Altho flue bie o'd ibe is i ard ut the beam, Four and twenty years ) e n u y ride cn the limmex, Y e thought I was poor but y o u r f u i s l y mifiaijie, A hugar and fat for want of a bakey, It lies beyont the fire pn a f h n e , A 'ratoe beetle for a yoi r joking, Y e thought! wa; poor but y o u r t fairly miftane* THE MOURNFUL C F SUBAISNA LAMENTATION PVCXWGRW. L / O U people aU both £reat JL *P > X la cu fiF^t^ �5 T o this doleful fomentation, I rn^an to let you hear. Concerning of a y o u n g man,and a lovely danifh fair, A n d how he has betrayed her, the t r u t h I will declare. L o n g time this couple courted, and often times, he fwore. Their was- no fair maid .on this e a u h , but her he could adore. B u t Satan ftrong fa tempted him, he did this m a i d beguile, M o l l barbrcufly he murd'red her, though eighteen weeks with child. This maid being y o u n g and innocent^ his vows i h e did believe, n S h e never bore it in .her mind, that he would her deceive. B u t when he got his will of her, then her j o y f u l days were done, l i e hrove always both night anil d a y , her company to fiiua* O n e Right as he lay on. his bed? this thought came in his mfhd* paying H i ' ^ o j l e . that fair one* with foeeches ibtt anu kind, �6 And nr, he fold away he went, til) he met this fair, H e faid t y joy and heart's delight 1 am glad to meet you here. If your parents come to hear this, rr.v j wi I then f id he. They w uU ufe nit moft fevers, and banifh d vou would be. Therefore mv faireit creature, 1 wi u d have you come away > l i e Parf m I viii fend for, ana we li wed without delay. She Href} he (elfin rich attire, ai 1 av-ay with him did g o , But iiitle did »his f ir maid think, he vti uk- prove her overthrown H e deludes tit r with fpeeches kind, to a ioiitfonie greenwood fide* He L ) s y w j dc here is your grave, you'll never bt my b i L e . W h e n (he Hearing him fey (b, (he wrur g her hands afid cried, Saying lpate mv Hie dear Jamie, and I'll range the world wide. I h i n k on your little irfant young, and fpaie its iiie faiu fhe, C'^ft of your iobe$ Ipeak no more, ycUi butcher I will be. �i Then with a knife he pferc'd her breafe until the bload d i i ftowv Arid in the deep and difniil gtave, her body t e did thr Carefully he buried httf, . and ftra'ghfway be vrent hotfie, Thinking this bloody mwv'ef, it never would be known. This maid was milf J a iei>cb wasmadev w h t a f o o n het coips they f o u 1 * ^ T h e guard did q^fck p m f u e itim, ami his b o J y oici fui round. Where this bloody murdei, he could not then fieny* :;i And in the goal c£mi;ftwne> this villun now does lie. i*fc>VE AKB D E S P A I R ; ^ ^ t l E * * tfjlt tftcu? b r e a k mjf fWhborn O death how 11 w to take my f t - f t £ Whatever { puifue, denies D e a l d c a t a iti&t, i k e Myra Hits. L o v e and ( 5 dp;*ir, like (wins p c f L f t * A t i h * fame L u i Larth, my b r e a l t j �8 N o hopeicouIl.be, hp.r fcorn was all, That to ray diflant lot c o u ' d L \ l I thought, a!as ! that love cou'd dwell, Bu iu warm climes inhere no fnow feil ; L i i e plants that kindlv neat require, T o be maintain'd by c o n f b n t fire. That without hope, c tv?ou f d die a s f o o n , A little hope—bu$ have none : On i;ir the poor Cairn lions thrive: Deny'd even thai, my love can live. As tougheft trees in ftorms are bred, And grow, in. ipivt of winds md fp*ead T h e more the tempeit tears and fhakes, My love, the deeper root it takes, Defpair, that Aconite does prove, A\nd certain death to othtr • iove, That poifon flever yet withstood. Does nouriflu mine, and turn to food* O | for what crime is my torn heart, Condemn d to fufter deathleis fmart i L i k e fad Prometheus, thus to lie, In e n d l d s pain^ and never ti r i H i a* � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/1d71cecc88f9526413666996018e7ece.jpg 4f71b118e7f09855fef7f35d915afe89 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 Kattie's answer to wabster Jock, together with, Jock's reply, with, The mournful lamentation of Susanna Duckworth, and Love and despair. 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 1805 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/alma9923346393505154">s0361b08</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 Stirling, Scotland 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 Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a woman in a fashionable dress standing before a gate with three trees in the background on title page Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The mournful lamentation of Susana Duckworth Love and despair Jock's reply 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 Stirling: Printed by C. Randall https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/28b7452aff10b35633135c812eaf63a9.pdf 6b264a138ae0ac431ad659cff41cc042 PDF Text Text T H E IRISH D R A G O O N S ; O II, Pretty Peggy of Derby O* T o which are added, T H E C O R D E L I E R. N O N - P E R F O R M A N C JA E. C K THE B R O O M - C U T T E R . L A M P T S W E E T O N'S M A R C R O B I N E G L A S G O W Prmted i>y J . 3c M . R O B E R T S ON. T T E. H, �4 * * " * • • * fV * * -* k * + + * * A• T H E I il l S H D R A G (7 O N S. T H E R E wa? a reg'ment o f Trf/h dragoons, 5 and they'were a marching t h r o " D e r b y O ; T h e Captain fell inlavewith th^yciir^eflcbarnhjermaid, si rid her name it was exiled pretty Peggy O . O corye coy n the flairs/ my pretty Peggy O , '(> came daivn the Hairs n>y pretty Peggy O i 0 come dou r, the Hair?v comb down your yellow hair, take ihv h4ft farewel of your deary O . W h a t would your matnpiv^hirk pretty Peggy O ? what would your rrfrtnroy think pretty Feggy O f W h a t would aiam think when fh<." hear* theguineasclink ? and the hautboys playing before you O J tore! you uovy as I told you before, and why fhoulvi you come far to plague me any more ; F o r I never do intend to go to a foreign land, as little go along "with a foldier O . T o r 3 foldkjT,> wjfe.I fhall never be, 11 o r a foldier (hall n e w ly in bed along with mc ; . 1 will m a k e s foldier ft and ujitb bis hat in bis band, * when be comes in the prefence o f m y company. U p fpeke his brother, a ftoiit young man, and as valiant a young mail as ever you did fee, Saying, 1 f lhe will not go, we*-ll get fweerfvearts enough, when* we come to the, town call'd Coktsiny O . O when that they came to the water fa clear, that ran to the town they rtitl Cokepny C V T h e CaptainJtgh'd and faid, we are many miles away? bear's a health to the bonny tafs in D e r b y Q . W h e n that they came to the very Lift town, . and the town that they call Cokenny O , ; H k ' n a m e was Captain Ward, be diec} for a tnsid, ..Jnu ,Le Tor *he %>nny4al> in Derby O . �T H E C O R D E L 1>E R.' ? 7 fcrc'sbscrtat Paris n&ufl need* know the'Greve r V V T h e fatal retreat o f th* unfortunate brav;», Where honour and juitice odly contribute* T o cafe heroes pain, by halter or gibbet Derry, e t c . There dtathbicaks the lhaklts which'force had pat on, And thejiangman completes wh-tit the judge Ltd bjegiin, There th^ 'fquhc of the pa^and tlw knight oF the pod, Find.'their pains no more biulkM, afrdNheir,hopes no more crott. I)uny down, etc/- . .Greatclai'ma art there made, great fecretsare know ft, And the king, and the law, and the chief has iYis cwti; B u t my hearers cryVnit, What a dtice does thou a i l ! Cut off thy rt-ftc&ior^, *ind give us thy tale. etc, ' 'Twas there then, in civil refpedl to hferfR laws, A n d for waul o f fall* wituefs to b a c i a bad caufe, A Norman, though late, was obliged to appear, A n d who to affiii, but a brav„e Cordelier. U e n y f etc, > T h e 'fcjulre whofe good grace was to open t he fcene, Seem^l not in great hafte that the fhow fhould b e g i n ; No*- luted the halter, now traversal the cart, often took leave, but was loth'to depart, etc* XYjhat frightens you thus, my good for*/faid the pi ieft I You muider'd, are furry, and have b?eu cenfeiL •O .father i. mf for row *IU fcarce fa*c my bacon, For'twas not that 1 murder'dvb'tt that } was taken. etc. 'Pn<fh.l pmhee'ne'ertrouble th'iy head with fuch fancies* ' C i ^ J * < # Keiy on the aid you (hall have, from Francis : If the n^mey yeprom>Vd,he brought to the chtft, You have only to die;. let the church db the reli. e t c . And what Will Folk fay, if they fee you afraid I I t refie&a upon me as 1 \ new not my trade ; Courage, frkrtd : To day h your period of furrow,, And things will go'better, b ; J - - v e uic^ �T o - morrow ! our H e r o reply\]r in a f r i g h t } H e that's bang* dbefore noon,ought to think o f to-night. Tell your becde, quoth the prk'it, 4c be fairly trUb'd up, J\oi you furcly to night fhall in Paradifc (up, etc. A l a s ! qnolh the 'fquire, howc'erfuinpluous the treat, Ppiblue ! I (hall have, lit tie ftomaeh to eat : * fhoiild therefore. eJleem it great favour and grace, Would you he fo kind as to go in my place, etc. T h a t I wouldquoth the Father>& thank yois>toboot, B u t our actions, you know, with our duty mull fuit, T h e fealt 1 propos'd to you, I cannot tatle, F o r this night by our Order is markM for a fa ft. e t c . T h e n turning about to the hangman, he faid, Difpatch me, i pray thee, this troublefome blade, For my cord and thy cord doth equally tie, A m i . w e live by the gold for which other men die. Derry down, down, hey derry down. N O N . P £ R F O R M A N C % Y E injur 9 d nymphs, and ye beaux who deceive 'em, W h o with pailion Engage, & without seafon leave *em; 3>raw near and attend, how the hero i fing, W a s foiled by a girU. though at arms he was king. B e r r y Tdown,_doWUs hey dcrry down, Crefls, motto's? fupporters, and bearings knew he, A n d deeply was, {lucly'd in olf| pedigree; H e would lit a who!e evening, and not without rapture, T e l l who begot him to the end of the chapter, e t c . in forming his tables,nonght gri.evM him, bur folely, T h a t this man dy'd c q e k b s , and that fine prolef A t lait 3 having trae'd other families down, H e began t o h a v e thoughts of encre^fing jug. own. etc, A darnfel he chafe, not too flow o f belief, ArVid fa'ii -would be deem ? d her adfnire-r in chief-j ; H e biazonM his fuit, at)d«the fum^pfliis; tail, * W h i s cq'at and her c o s t , Johi'd party par pake, ctct; �I ft different fltle, to tie fafter the noofe. He next would attack her in Toft billet doux : His Argent and ^ihle were laid a fide quite, Pinin Englifh he wrote, &in plain black & white, etc* Again ft fuch afchfev.emeritswhat beauty co^dd fence, Or wlo could have thoughtjt was all but pretence ? . His pain to relieves and fulfil his dtfire, The Lady agreed to join hands with the, 'Squire, etc* The 'Squire in a fret that the jeft went fo far, Confider'd with fpeed how to put in a bar, His words bound him not,fincc-hers did not confine her: And this is plain law, becaufe MHs is a Minor, etc. Mils briMy reply'd that the law was too hard, i f fhe who I a Minor may not be a Ward: B In Idw thus confiding, fire took it upon her, By juftice to mend thofe foul breaches of honour, etc. She handled him fo, that'few would, I warrant, \Vould been in liis coat on fo fleevelefs an errand : She made him give bond for ftamp'd Argent and Or, And fabi'd his Shield with Gules biaspn'd before, etc. Ye heralds, produce, from the.time of the Normans,. In all records, fuch a bafe Non-performance ; Or if withoiu inftaneethe cafe as we touch on, L e t this be fet down as- a Blot in his Scutcheon, etc* • J A C K THE B R O O M - C U T T E R.; Here was an old man and he liv'd in the well, & his trade it was cutting of broom, green broom, And he had a lazy boy Jack to his foil, that would ly in bed till it was noon, noon, noon,, that would ly in his becLtill it was noon* So the old man arofe, and to his fqn goes, and fwore he would fire the room, room, room,If Ja-?k wosld riot rife, andJharp up his-knives, and go to the wood and cut broom, green l^rco®* aa&go to wi cut b'rcjn%. T 4 �<6> ' 8 0 Jack he aroie and put on his clothes, he c u r i e h e fwore, and he foam.'d, fonrn'M, foam'd, T h a t a man .of fuel* bloord, .and ing fo good, fuould go to the wood to cut broom, green broom, (kouid go to 1 lie -wood to cut broom* So Jack he pafeM on, to the green wood he's.gone, for to gather a bundle of broom, green brodm ; curs'd-and-he fwore that lie , k A t would go more, unto the wood for'to cut. braom* green broom, unto the wood for to cut bioom, * - " So J:iek he pafsM on, J:ill where he was not known, 'trli he came to a ealUe of fame, fame, fame, H e tapped git the g;ue> as loud as he could ipeak, faying* maids, will ye buy any broom, green broom, facing, maids, wTl ye buy n^y broom,. There Was"a Lady up high and (he did him efpy, and his beauty let her in a flame, flume flame ; She caliM to her maids as loud as (he could fpeak, call in that fair youth-and his brooms green broom, call in that fair youth and his broom. $ 0 Jack tripp d up Hairs without dread or ftar, till he c^ine to this fair'Lady's mom,' room, room, Then- fouling^ fne faid, would yoli qlike our trade, ' - and marry-a Lady in bloom, bloom,, and marry a Lady in bloom, I would, 1 proteft, then Jack, he reply'd, hut how dare I .the'fame preUune, pveft-.ne, With compliments fine fit ph a&trM hei' mink].: • fo this couple were wed in the room, room, room, fo this eoupte were, wed' in the room. There is no broam-cu^^- that lives in the wed:, bin calls at this fair Lady's room, room, room, money, meat and drink, boys, what do you think, ^ ^ (broom, # there's no trade iijee the makfngjof broom, green there's up tt&te like the making of b^oom. �r L A M P 1* O N ' S M. A R C H . ^ Q m e all ye young damfejs glv.r eaf to my moaa s Lament, my misfortune fince my love, h gone,. . F o r to my v^y.'afon he'?, gone o'tr the main, And left me behind m grief co complain. . T h r o ' ("hadj groves and v^llics"- i 'll Xvandtr qnd rove, And like the 'confta-nt turtle iam^it for my love, ^.hwigh through -foreign n2tion3-.be. boldly doth, roam, . With lau eks of victory I hope he'U come home. My love was handforfte, both e > n l y and tall, 'Mong the fhepherd f l a i r s \tfas flow r.of them all, His fwvei lovely carriage, iis.lovely aic and-meift, May jiiil)/ untitle him to the love of a qu^n. But to my misfpruine he's^one o'er the main,% In my srms 1 expc& to enfold htm again : When the lofty lark Sc linnet fkail nfher in the Spring, And the birds in the valleys luelodit?ufly ting. How bled were the days wfrh mvDamon IVe feen, How often has he told me h c ^ mike mt his queen ; W h a t wreaths of :floW'rsdid he bring 10 the grove, And within pleafant bow'ri repealed hi* love But wars, love's alarms, hath caused him to rove, And quste from my arms hath torn m dear love \ • Now peace is proclaimed, 1 hope htrrvto fee, * T o feed my fair flock on the banks of the Lee". Let Ffora's fair bov*erits mourning pjut on. And the feather'd fongflers forget their cening fong, J.<et fbepherds in concert for Damon lament, Si nce his noble pre fence Hill give them content* But now he has 'left m f our joys they are 4kd, • J et a wreath of green willows adorn each head* 5 Fill my love doe^ return ptice more to the green, "A*-4 chfp-ed in the a r W . o f Ro&IuwJ his guemi > • �( *' ) From the ihore's pleafant ftreams to the banks of the T h e peer of my Damon 1 never could fee ; (Lee, H i s looks were fo pleafant, fo chcayftil a*id gay, H e charms the nymphs in the merry month of May. He fung fo harmonious which made the yallies ring, And the birds in fweet concert melodioufly fiog : The nymphs & young fwains all crowd from afar, (near. .And thought themfelves happy while my fhepherd was Let mirtb,* joy and pleafure, in vallies. ne'er be feen, L e t nymphs §c youngfhepherds no more grace the green, L e t the lark and linnet no more drain their throats* Or charm the boweis with their foft melting notes. L e t Flora's gay mantle no more grace the grove, 'Till the happy day of the return of my love : Then all our pail pleafures we'll renew once again, And above all my pleafures, I'll crown him my fwam S W E E T R O B I N E T I E. Weet, fweet Robkette, all the fliepherds declare, They never yet faw fo enchanting a fair, T h e fwains all admire her, no mortal as yet, K a s e'er feen a girl like my fweet Robinette. S Her eyes they would melt yoti, her cheeks they difThe beautiful tint of the pale bitching rofe 5 (elofe, The nymphs full of envy do nothing but fret, T o f<?e all the fwains figh for fweet Robinette. All natUTC feem3 pleas'd as Hie trips it along, Her fmiks make the lark fwell hia rapturous fong, T h e fhepberds their cares and their labours forget, T o gaze on the charms of my fweet Robinette* So gentle her manners they foft en the fage, She's the May-day of youth, and the fummer of agt, I love her, adore her, 1*11 venture a bet, Y o u never faw a girl like my fweet Robinette* "OlafgcW, Friuted by J, & M. Roberifor, S a i t r n ^ ^ i '.let. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3393ecf65288a1a364ad5c35aae899dd.jpg f66c3e00443322fcc4a7caf168eb7e4e 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 3362 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 Irish Dragoons; or Pretty Peggy of Derby o. To which are added, The cordelier. Non-performance. Jack the broom-cutter. Lampton's march. Sweet Robinette 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 1801 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/alma9923342983505154">s0367b31</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. Pretty Peggy of Derby o The cordelier Non-performance Jack the broom-cutter Lampton's march Sweet Robinette 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/66a134d6b4f536f530975d0cc8891700.pdf ba972de269f9f1b335e0088461bd450e PDF Text Text T O W H I C H ARB A S T R jE A ' S FROM T H E CLIME ADDED, S M A R T . TO T E M P E S T CLIME, OF THE GREENWOOD GOOD NATUR'D WAR, TREE NANCY, G L A S G O W , Printed by J, & M. Rabat fan, Sa'tmarket, 180*, �THE IRISH WIDOW. Widow bewitchM with her paffion, Tho* IriAi, is not quite afliamed, LTo think that {hp's, fo out of falhion* To marry and then to be tam'd : * l i s love the dear joy, That old fafliidn'd boy, Has got into my breaft with his quiver^ Che blind urchan he. Struck the crtifh law rcaw chree ; And £ husband fecures me fo f ever I Ye fair ones I hope will excufe me, Tho! vulgar phay do not abufe me, I cannot become a fin£ Lady, O love has be witched- Mother Brady* A Ye CPiticks to murder fo willing. Pray fee all owr errors with blindnefs; For once change your method of killing, And kill a fond widow with kindnefs* If you look fo fevere, fa a fit of defpair, Again I wiU draw forth my fteelr You know I've the ?rt, To be twice thro 1 'your heart, When I make you it for to feel, Sirs, * Brother fogers, I hope;.you'llprotect mf* Nor let cruel cnticks diflefit me i To favour m'y cajife be but ready, , And grateful you'll find widow Brady. �( 3 ) Yc leaders of drefs and the fafhioris, Whd gallop pott, hafte to your ruin," Who taftc has deftroy'd all your paffions, Pr^y what do you think of my wooing i You call it d—-n*d low, Your head and arms,fo^ So liftlefs, fo loofe, and fo lazy j * But pray what can you, That I cannot do ? O fie, my dear creatures b© azy r Ye patriots and courtiers fo hearty, T o fpeech it and vote for your party, For once he fo conftani and fteady, And vote to fupport widow Brady, ; To ail that I fee here before me, The bottom, the top, and the middle* For mufic we now muft implo/e you, No wedding without pipe and fiddle,, If all are not in tune, Pray let it be foon, My heart m my bofom is prancing 1 If your hands ftould unite, To give us delight, O that's the beft piping and dancing Your plaudits to m* are a treafure, Your frniks a dowY for a Lady, O joy to you all in ffiH rneafure, So wifhes and prays Mother JSradj* �( 4 ) a ® ^ m s ^ m ^ s ^ m ^ ^ ^ ^ s w ASTRiEA'S W SMART. Hcn wit and beauty meet in crie, that a&s an amorous part; What nymph its mighty power can Aran 6r ffcape a wounded heart ? Yhofe potent, wondrous potent charms^ where'er tfeey blefs a fwain; He need not ileep with empty arms, He need not fleep with empty arms, nor dread fevere Difdain. Aftraea faw the fhepherds bleed, regardlefs of their pain; TJnmov'd (he heard their oaten recd$ they danc'tl auditing in vain ; At length Aminto did appear, that miracle of man; He pleas'd her eyes, and charmed her ear& He pleas'd her eyes, and charm'd her ear^ flie lov'd, and call'd him Pan, But he, as though ddign'd by fate, revenger of the harms, Which others fuflfcr'd from their hate, rifi'd and left their charms ; fThen nymphs no longer keep in pain, a plain well-meaning heart, Left you (hou'd join for fuch difdain, Led you fhouM join for fuch difdain, in poor A i h ' ^ ' s fciartt �F R O M C L I M E TO C L I M E . Rom dime to clime my heart does rove* Smell evfry fwect* yet dares not loves Smeli ev'ry fweet, &c. With wanton beauty often fir'd, But ah ! how vain whene'er admir'd. But ah! how vain, &c* I fing and toy with every art, Invade the tender virgins heart ; Invade, &c© In gentle murmurs tell my pain, But tears are idie^ vows arc vain* But, &c* Ye Gods am I the maa alone Of love and beauty doom'd to fcorn, &c* Mu(t fordid gold the mind controul, Enflave the will and bribe the foul ? Scu With ftriSeft fcorn I'll brave the fex, And ne'er with love my heart perplex, &c» *riil Cupid fedds feme generous fair, &c. tTo cafe my grief and end my care. As thus the penfive Sylvan ftood, And fighing viewed the refluent flood, The Tritons gaz'd to hear him mourn, And thus reply'd from vocal horn : &C. Forbear dear youth, the plaintive feng, Nqr blindly cenfure fate with wrong, &c. a Tis fickle Strephon coldly flies, And conflant Amaiillis dies. &c* F �The T E M P E S T of W A R. L E T the tempeft of war, Be heard from afar, And the trumpet's fhriil clangor alarms, Let the Vallics around, With echo refound, And terrible, clafhing of arms. Let rivers of blood* Run down in a flood, While mortals are g&fping for breath, Let the brave if they will, By honour and by IkiJl, Seek glory; asd conqueft in death. To live fole and retire, ^ Is all my defire, Of my flocks and my Chloe poffeft ; For with them we obtain, True peace without pain, And a lafting enjoyment of reft. In a cottage or ceU, Where the flicpherds do dwell, With innocent freedom and eafe j They live-peaceable lives, That are bleft with good wives, Who iludy thek husbands to ple&fe* What ble flings below,v Doth Heaven, beftow, �( 7 ) Excelling fuch pleafure as this, Where no for row comes near, Nor grief interfere To fully our meafure of blifs. T H E G R E E N W O O D TREE* O U N G Colin having much to fay, in fecret to a maid, Perfuadcd her to leave the h a y , ' and fe^k the embowering (hade, When after roving with his mate, where none couM h$ar or fee, Upon the velvet ground they fat, under the green wood,tree. Your charms, fays Golin, fire my breaflt, what muft I for {hem give ? |Jo night nor day can I have reft, I canVwithout yoli live; My herds, my flocks,>ray all is thine, cou'd you and Tagree, Oh 11 wouM you to rxiy wiflh incline, under the green wood tree* All this but ferv'd to fire his mind, fhe knew not what to do, Till to his fait fhe wou'd be kind, : he wou'd not let her g o : His love, his wealth, the youth difplay^ s no longer coy w£s ihe, T o church he led the hlufkhg maid, from under the grseft wood tree. Y �GOOD NATUR'D NANCY. 5 T ^ W a s underneat-fc the May: blown buflht, * where violets blow & fweet primrofes, With voice melodious as the thrufli, young Roger fat colle&ing pofies ; Trhefe to the heart muft be convey'd, of her who fways my deareft fancy, My tender, bluihing, blooming maid, my imiling, mild, good-natur'd Nancys I know that fome her youth will jeer, and call me witlefs ca'f, and zanny, But I from conftant heart declare, I none will wed except my Nanny; I envy not their pomp and drefs, nor conquefts made o'er hearts of many* The ftudy of my life's to blefs, and pleafe my dear my graceful Nanny. How much unlike my fair to thofe, whofe wanton looks are free to any, Pd give the world could I difclofe, the fifteenth part the worth of Nanny j Let bucks and bloods in burnt champaign, toaft Lucy, Charlotte, Poll, and Fanny, At nothing fo abfur'd and vain, I'd fmile and clafp my blametefs Nanny* G L A S G O W , Printed by J. & M. Robertfon, Saltmarket, 1802, | J | � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/109f9880ad681b9fad46d7923e8239d5.jpg f15a502d25b7138339f0fb30e41207e5 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 3480 Width 2166 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 Irish widow. To which are added, Astraea's smart. From clime to clime. The tempest of war. The greenwood tree. Good natur'd Nancy. 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 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/alma9923343033505154">s0367b32</a> Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a man, woman, and child selling chapbooks, on the title-page Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Astraea's smart From cline to clime The tempest of war The greenwood tree Good natur'd Nancy 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/b4f86576de43fe6a50ce2b91b1eeb348.pdf a2c4bc9d090508dd54ccdd6ca8444e99 PDF Text Text HUMOURS of the AGE : O R,* A 4 TOUCH on all TRADES, \ \ ' £T o which are added, The young MAN'S DECLARATION, A BONN Y H A R V E S WEE T W I F I E. H O M E . BRTANNIA'S MAIDENHEAD. P R IN ERTSON, �£ +4- ass 2= =rfr s= ixz. .... .. . ( 2 ) # +-h* = *=• ^y THE 'H U M O U R S O F THE A G E E N T L E M E h ' Farmers I pray you -attend Unto thefe few verfes which here I have penn'd, The lines mv dear neighbours are ahfolule new* BeBdes my ditty's both mercy andtrite. • < I Now when you repair to a maffalS or ralr, In the miJil of the crowd I bid you.take care ; Keep your hand in your pockefs, it is the bed way, l,eil v fome of the &arptr3-they inoujd you betray. •There is n\nir/ iiard&ipa -"that 'Farmers be fa!, Belides, death of cattle y which is the worjt oijill And if this holds on,- I'm apt For to fear, 'Twill make us drink water kflead^oF ftroug beer. ThereV wages for fervants, and the landlord's refit, And tythes for the parfon, t ? mi:ft have the tenths The reft of the taxes do go to the King, Which (hews that the Farmers hav* much to maintain, There's hunting and hawking is gentlemen's game, Whiljd we the poor farmers muft toil on the plain : Through cold, wind and ralvl, rouft toil all the day, We ? re ilaved like negroes* and nothing dare fay. If any poor Farmer isfcrc'd to the law, Then to pUntie it his gold Jie muft draw s Atui h't that wants money/ lie needs not go there, ^ HeVfcufTd like a.beggar, and>turn'd down the ftalr, T o find a j uft miller it is very rare, Or one that is hone ft, not "one in five fco.re, In grinding a firlof, they muft have a peek, : Incheating the farmers they are fo direct. The weavers they're cunning a^d apt to deceive, Our innocent wives, and make them believe, More yarn is wanting to finifh the web, 571s only ten hanks, and that does the job. BK km WmmM �( 3 5 The next is the taylor that's ne'er counted led, .He U both blood-thirfty, arid giv'n iQ'ile?.I ; The barber's his brother, I vow and proteft,. v You fearcdy c*n tellvwhich of them, isbeih The next is the (lioemaker in inidtl of the throng, He (wears that his (hoes they're both iirm and itrong'; Though the out fide, he giaz M the .irtfide's but flight, And foarce One in twenty among them is right. The tanners*: and fldnners,- and.glovera'alfo, And like wife the hatters, they make a fine ihovv : There's cheats irf'all 'trades amotion them you fee, So happy is the man that .is .honest free. The bakers a,re cunning in kneading the pafte, Their bread 's l ike a fp-unge and hov'd up with y a S- . t* The craft of the butchers'you never can find, • A s the half of their meat is blown up with v ' n d . The mafons and laborers, that work by the day, Although they work iiowiy, tliey mull have their payy They're fcaree worth half wages if .they had their due,.. Believe me dear neighbour it's certainly true. - 1 • '" 4 v The doctors and fiirgeons,forn£ fay they're to blame, W h o live by extortion, oft their /kill proves in vain, T o find a j m l doctor, yp-i certainly may, A s welV feek,a needle in a bottle of hay. \Qur great Ihop* keepers, ' i h their daily cry, Walk in gentlemen and fee what.you'll by ; By doubling their price, they hzvz vailed their flock, Believe me clear gentlemen, it is no joke, * •At lad ceme-s the blackfinith, that Ihonhl, have been He's alw^yp choai:'i up with a tcr.ifblc thrrii I rO:, . The next is the painter V-rh his coat of Uxk, " • T o find or.e that S Koneil you'll have much ad<>, ' fays tfis men take rrjore than theirdu**, Wiiich makv's-tfe p ^ ^ ^ l ' - m - l o b t wonderfulM^ Bu:';tt gr.r i U hfc/rcr^ciL^ V i l t i thera tW Out* v lfflH3HHM«HBB �{ 4 ) For fear that my liquor, fliould run in their head, I'll purify it well, though the colour be red ; Rum, gin, and, brandy, it ia all the fame, Confuming of money, and fp«foding of lime. There's fo many religions got up of late, Wju'ch caufes divifions in both church and ilate % The Old Church of Scotland i'il ever adore, And pray for King George although I be poor, Your ladies of pleafure that walk in the night, With their watches and tweezers and laces fo bright. If they meet with a flranger that lovc3 the old game, They will pick his pockets 'tis twenty to one. , For tricking and (harping, fe w can them excel, A s model! as ladies, and cunning as hell ; A s crafty as foxes that watch for their prey, ©ft leaving theirSweethearts their reckoning to pay. Our fervant girls they are turned fo proud, With their rings and rubies and black velvet hood, A s line as my lady, I vow and declare, Pray what /hall your madams of quality wean Now tea's turn'd fo common among great and fmall, W e muft be in fafliion whatever btfal ; A s the coal-heaver's wife laft day I did fee, With a peat cadgers wife fat drinking of tea* There's fcores in the city that's fcarce worth a groat, At once you'd not know the firftform of their coat, But now look like perfons of great quality, With their fugar and butter and be Bohea tea. Of our pipers and fidle'ra, arid beggars alfo, Some farmer*3 complain that to them they do go, And each mean trade and calling, he fays, it is fecn, That the poor farmer gets them all to maintain. But I hope by this faying, fuch farmers are rogue*, A uH would have all the kail pourM in their own cogs, But ftho would make proof of their great charity, Juil go to the market their hea's eggs to buy. �THE Y O U N G M A N ' S D E C L A R A T I O N . ^ O M E all you jolly lovers, I pray you attend* j Unto thefe few verfes which here I have penn'd, With a hard hearted mitlrefs, fhe ftiH bids me go, But what's that to any man, whether or no. With a hard hearted miftrefs, ilie ftiii bids me go, Scadation, donation, (he valin, Hie vo. She conquerM my heart, (he gain'd my elleem; She rallies me ftiil, as I were in a dream ; Yet her frailes do engage me, her frowns bids me go, But what's that to any man, whether or no. Yet her fmiles do engage me, her frowns bid me go, Scadation, donation, (he valin, fhe vo. She's tall as the cedar, (he's mild as the dove, She's every way neat, juil as one made for love ; Yet fhe has a cold heart, and that I do know ! But what's that to any man, whether or no. Yet file ha3 a cold heart, and that I do know! Scadation, donation, fhe valin, (he vo. Her forehead's like iv'ry, eyes like drops of dew, With cheeks like the cherries, fo pleafant to view ; Tier neck is as white as the new fallen fnow : But what's that to any man, whether or no, Her neck is as white as the new fallen fnow; Scadation, donation, fhe valin, (lie vo. She fmiles like a Venus, like a Siren fhe kills 5 My poor foiil with lorment, her cruelty fills, For me fhe defpifes, my folly makes't fo ; But what's that to any man, whether or no. For me fhe defpift:*,, my folly makes't fo ; Scadation, donation, fhe valin, (he vo. But my heart (ball nqt break for a woman alive ; I'll meet with fome kind one, who will me revive, And let the proud flubborn itand, for what I know, But what's that to any man, whether or no. And let the proud flubborn fta&d, for what 1 kimVj Scadation, donation, (lie valin, fhe vo, C �' ( 6;. ) , • So if I do live, and from troubles - keep free^; Pll think'lighter of her, than-ftie-.now.-.does-by rae# So let me be a roving, to another,Pi.l go,And what's that to any "map,/whether or no. So let me be a roving* to .another I'll go ; Seadation, donation, (he "vaHn,.-fh.e vo. H A R V E S. T H Q hi' E Ome lay by the fickle till next* furftmer fezrfon, Our hopes are compkated, out* harvest,is crown'd, T o r-ccompence laboi?i\'tis nothing but rcafon, With heart-giving cheer ihall the pi^her go;roundV Chorus. Tlien let us be joyous, For what fliould annoy us, Since Nature her ufual kindnefo out-tops, Come, fee, rural feflivit^, Feafants rejoicing o'er plentiful crops. No words, to the ear of. a pea fain are Iweeter, More pleating no found, than to found Haf.veit honie; The banquet of mirth is a BritifK champelre, Where all dnnk iuccefs to the plow and the loom, Then let us be joyous, et^. C T o ripen the grain. Cummer never felt warmer, F©r lap: year** defe£i, what an ample iupply I Without af)n| caufe we' are too apt to muimurj For Britons the choice (I of bklfiiige enjoy. Then let"us be joydus, etc, Thearts-wh^'velongdoom'd; peace & plenty pollcffing. New life from the year eighty-C%rf- will derive, Throughout tht whole kingdom a io pVailng, Gives vigour to trade, and make^ cnr»n\erce revive. Then let us.be j o y o ^ * . etc, The earth, teems with plenty,-our b:!eflings tire many/To c the hearts of the labouring poer, Who horn for - a- pound, of got>d breixl for a'pennyy v Th^y can't h • atd. they look for n-o.-'more. Thep.^t.us he jo.yo^;. v:e< wmm �To, mirth fe conxpktc ,110 ijitrudefs e'er ..break in, " l\To fotils• for'a wnfir'cSn be ha-^pier feen, Wedaiice* fing & drink to all friends round the Wrekin, Our fweethearts, our wives, & lofig life to the (Jueen-. C M O R IJ S, Th^en let ira'be joyous, For V/hal flv^bld annoy us, Since Nature her'4ifiial kindaefs out-tops, A • Co^iCy fee>,,r.«r;al fe.ftivity, Peafaata rejoicing,o'er^plentiful crops, ^.^aggfgXlg^^ A B O N N Y W E E W I F 1 E, ^ I N I had a wei jicmfe and a canty wee fire, J A bonny wee "Will& to praife and admire, A bonny wee yafqie a (He a wee burn, Farcwel to ttie bodies'thaV yamer and mourn, . C H O R U S And byde ye yet, and byde yc yet, Ye little ken what may betide ye yet: Some bonny wee body may be my lot, And I'll ay be canty wi' thinking o't. When I gang a field, and come bjime at e'en, J'11 gel my wee wifie fou neat arttj fou clean ; And a bonny wee bairuey upon her knee, That/il cry p.jppa or daddy to me. / And byde ye yet, and byde ve yet. Ye little ken what may betide' ye yet ; Some bonny wee body may be my lot, And Pll ay be canty wi' thinking O't. And if there Jhould happen ever to be, A'difference Vtweeti my wee Wifie and me ; In hearty good honour although fne be teaz'd, I'll kiD her and clap her until the be p!ea3'd» And byde j e yet, and. byde ye y e t ; Ye little ken what may betide ye yet | Some7 bonnv wee body may be my lot, Arid Pll'p^be d-iinry wi' thinking iru • J • • C . �< 8 BRITANNIA'S ) MAIDENHEAD. Y E fotis of Britannia your courage now raife, Your foes they again are creating a blaze; Our countrymen in Holland are treated with difgrace, A n EngKfhman there dare not hold up his face. W e Dutchmen in London may fee every day, Walking fafe in our ftreets* no affront to them we pay, While in Amflerdam they tell us.anEnglifhman's afraid, T o be feen go out or in, as they'd knock him on the head. Led on by the French,thofe well known crafty people, Whofe treachery'Bas great asthe treachery of the Devil, But let Frenchmen & Dutchmen, and Devils all unite, Still Britons mud conquer, for Britons will fight. King George can no longer fit tame on his throne* Op this bafenefs in nations indignant he looks down, T o hi3 faiiors and foldiers he then thus does fay, Again I mnft command you, again you muft obey. 'Tisthe goodof your country to keep her from wrong, T o arms then, my fens, be united and (trong, Prince William {hall lead you, with Rodney and Hood* W h o for Britain will wade middle deep up in blood. T h e houfes in Wapping will now rend the air, With the mirth of the wenches and each jolly tar, Thofe that flarved at home, having nothing to do, Will now on the ocean get wealth from the foe. A good health then attend them and every true blue, May they meet with fuccefs wherefoever they g o ; In fight may they conquer, from misfortunes be free, A n d return crown'd with wealth from the toils of the fea. G L A S G O W , Printed by J, B M . Robertfoni Saltmtrket, i B o f . e � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/37fd210933032ded187f83d927cf19fd.jpg 9214d4751912de56cd6a039e667e86af 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 3238 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 humours of the age: or, A touch on all trades. To which are added, The young man's declaration. A bonny wee wifie. Harvest home. Britannia's maidenhead. 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 1801 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/alma9923337953505154">s0368b44</a> Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a peddler with wooden leg and cane holding a book in an urban area on title page Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. A touch of all trades The young man's declaration A bonny wee wifie Harvest home Britannia's maidenhead 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/9f1eb231d655fb756ec160cdad861b23.pdf 738e61ddcdc3bcb6a2689f14c6ad2ea9 PDF Text Text HEARTS of OAK for EVER: O R, A Round of Britifli Tars. TO W H I C H ARE A D D E D , T H E J O L L Y F A R M E R. A Song iu Praife of Admiral Duncan, The TAYLO R',S DO W N. FA I. B R I T A I N ' S A L A R M. ARRIVED A PORTSMOUTH. T P R I N T E D B Y J. & M. R O B E R T S O N , u i i M iejnt?5 will iTa&s d .maiTdrassy, " �£ 2 ) • * 4* • & 4> * * 4* * * * * 4k * * # 4k * * * * * • HEARTS A ROUND OF O A K OF FOR B RITIS H EVER. TARS. COME now, Tor a round o f our true -hearted T a r s , W h o flinch not frombriiifes; wounds, maimings or fears; W h o bold, face the enemy clofe to their teeth, F i l l up, my brave bays, here's to Brklport and Kelthw T h e foe Hi all knock under to Neptune's lov'd Sons, D i f n t a y M at the thunder of well pointed guns ; Our caufe by our Heroes Hi all Hill be made good, Fill up my brave boys, here's to Mitchell and Hood* A vaunt then, I n v a d e r s ! — n o more gafconade, B e w a r e of T r u e Britons, for valour's their*trade ; T h e y are L o r d s of the Ocean, you mult all allow, F i l l up, my brave boys* here's Duncan and H o w e . E a f t , W e f t , North & South, O , we pepper them fore, L e t them vaunt & contrive, we their cunning-explore, Briton's ne'er meet a foe,but they fiill forely gaU'd her, Fill up> my brave boys, here to Kingfmill and Caldet. Old Ocean triumphantly rolls on our fleet, A n d bears it majeftic the combate meet; Points out their R a g Ship, and roars, N o w , my Sons, mark her,'' T i l l up, my brave b o j s , l i r e ' s to Onflow and P a r k e r . W e boafl of true freedom, & love George our K i n g , O u r L a w s and our Country we ever will fmg ; A l l D e f p o t s defpifing, who govern fo bafely F i l l up, my brave boys, here's to Gardner and Pafley. L e t foes hide their heads, and ft ill en vy our ftate, Chain'd fafi to their fhores— or be lure of their fate ; W h e n e ' e r they ineak out, quick again they're in fentj * �# ( 3 ) B r l t o o s b o a f t of politencfs, and fhould the Mon^eer^ Moft civilly fend his fine compliments here ; I n return he (hall meet with fome true Britiih feats, Fill up, my brave boys, here's to Pellew and Keats* 4 B y my foul' f a y s G ' P h i l , 6 we'rein U n i o n , y o t f k n o w , * Make'emilrike^ydearhoney,we*llgivetheftriiblow; T o be fure, now they fhall not Ileal from us our waves, Och L no, my brave lads here's to Bower and Graves*' Invaiion! b r a v a d o ! Braggodotian high fwell, Mnd why they don't .come—to be fure they can't tell: Ock I ye mooiipakers-Quixotes-ye wife men of G o t h a m , B e it ill,or we'll maul ye—here's Faulkener & Hotham. T h e y want to comeout nowfrom the harbourof Breft, B u t again It it we Britons have enter'd proteft ; France is ftuck in a bog, and they cannot remove her--. Cornwaliis forbids*—here's to Monfieur Manoeuvre * . .Put hold my dear creatures, there's one you've for* got; ^ (to pot, O ! the Spanifh proud Dons thought him quite gone B u t he foon made both Dons 3t Moniieurs run away i A bumper again boys! here's brave Saumarez. A v a f t ! fays J a c k topfail, I faith there's another* A dog of decifion—a high mettled brother, Sir Sidney's the man—landmen fay what they will,, T o the Hero of A c r e our glafTes we'll fill. A round of good toads, in a rich focial bowl. B o t h enlivens the mind, and infpints the f o u l ; M a y Heaven dill deign on our Navy to fmile, C o m e , fiarlli, my boys, with the L o r d of the Nile. • :. - . .'-—— * Name given to CcrnwalHs by the French. T H E JO L LY F A R M E - Rv -C ObiE each jolly fellow, whiili we are mellow, _J Draw near unto me, and I will fit eafy ; A jounim that's quiet, then c p e let us- try it, D u l l f e u k s will make a man Craxy, C T �. ( 4 ) I ' m here like a king, I can drink, dance and f i n g , L e t no mortal appear like a ftranger, T h e n fliow me the afs that refufes his glafs, A n d I ' l l order him grafs in a manger. Fall de raL W a s it not for my fiden, you would have bad feeding, Y o u would he all ftarving without me ; M y heart is content, and I pay all my rent; I ' m happy when my friends are about me, D r a w near to the table, my boys while you're able, ^ L e t me hear no word of complaining ; / F o r the gingling of glafFes all mufic furpafies, I love to fee bottle* a draining. F a l de ral. A t plowing and fowing, at reaping and mowing, D a m e N a t u r e f u p p l i e s me with plenty ; I*ve a celiar well llor'd, and a plentiful board, A n d my garden fupplies me with dainties : I ' v e fell things in feafon, both woodcock & pheafant, I ' m here like a juftice of quoram s A t my cabin's far end, I've a bed for a friend, and a clean fire-fide and a jorum, F a l de ral, L e t the mighty and great, that live in fpkndor & Hate, T h e n I envy them not I declare it ; I eat my own lamb, my chickens, and ham ; I clip my own fheep and I wear it. I ' v e lands, and I ' v e living, I've fruit, and I've flow'rs ? the iark is my morning a-armer, H e r e ' s a health to the boy that follows the p l o w , and long life and fuccefs to the farmer, A S O N G in praife of A D M I R A L DUNCAN. B y J , MORE of the R o y a l A i r Volunteers. T Y N E — G A R B OF O L D GAUL. , Ome all you bold T a r s longs for glory and renown, _ > 3ee yonr courage 3c conduct with victory c r o w n ' d , Commanded by D U N C A N the braveft of men, W e will conquer the Dutch again and again. * C �( 5 ) C H O R U S . F o r f ich valour would fo\>n put an end to the w a r s , A s brave \ d m i r a l D u n c a n and his brave Britifh T a r s , W h o boldly fought l i k e heroes bright f o r honour and applaufe, A n d defic the French and D u t c h f:or to alter o a r laws. II F r o m the T e x e l the D u t c h dole a w a y In thte n i g h t , T o afiift the proud F r e n c h , and help them to fight 5 O l d Scotland intending to take and fubdue, B u t the bold Britifh T a r s made them ail f o r to rue. F o r fuch valour would foon, etc* T h e f e tidings no fooner to Duncan was b r o u g h t , T h a n anchors were weigh'd» & D u t c h m e n were f o u g h t , Q n the eleventh of O & o b e r they had them in f i g h t , A n d our amorous forces compelled them to fight. F o r fuch valour would f o o u , etc. F u l l eighty broad fides brave D u n c a n k t f l y , T i l l fire and f m o k e feem'd to reach to the f k y 5 H e fir'd three for one, made the D u t c h to turn pale, A n d their f o u p meagre hearts could no longer prevail. F o r f u c h valour would foon, etc, T h e D u t c h call'd f o r quarters, and ceafed to fire, T h r e e cheers, fhout the Britifh had gained their defi re 5 B r a v e D u n c a n took d* W i n t e r and 1 2 more were t a n e , One f u n k , and fome thoufands of D u t c h m e n were llain. F o r fuch valour would foon, etc. A s for brave captain T r o l l o p e , his valour I ' m t o l d , A m o n g the Britifh H e r o e s his name fhall be r o l l ' d , I n the heal of-the battle hid valour was fhown, H e f o u g h t like a H e r o of fame and renown. F o r fuch valour would foon, etc. F r o m the b a n k s of Old H o l l a n d this battle was feen f B y thoufands of people w h o there did conveen, W i t h the tears in their eyes they all did behold. T h e fate of brave W i n t e r their A d m i r a l bold. F o r f u c h valour would foon, etc. �( 6 ) T h e reft of the D u t c h ftatter'd fleet then made fail, B u t brave Admiral Duncan was itard at their tail, F o r he mauled their main mails and Tails foot a w a y , A n d viitory complete crown'd the glorious day. F o r fuch valour would foon, etc. T H E T A Y L O R ' S D O W N F A L , \ \ f H E N H a r r y the taylor was twenty years old, V V He began to be ready, cruragiotis and bold, H e told his old mother, he was not in j e f t , H e would have a wife as well as the bell. N e x t morning T o the houfe of W h e r e he found H e began for to a little before it was day, a farmer he rtraight took his w a y , the maid a making her cheefe, kifs her and kittle her knees. T h e girl in a rage was offended at that, Baying, Y o u rafcal what would you be at ? S a y s he. M y .dear D o l l y , T i l make you my wife, F o r I fwear I do love you as dear as my life. A l t h o u g h I ' m a taylor its very well k uown, I ' v e the choice of young N a n c y , K a t e , Bridget & J o a n , I will flight them all for D o l l y nry dear, I k l i d e s I have a houfe of five fliillinga a year. T h o u nitty poor foul thou fhalt well underfland, T h e r e is never a pilfering thief in the land, Shall once have the fortune to ly by my fide, A n d fira'gbt with the churnftaff (he batted his hide. A bowl full of milk full at him {he threw, H e began to be vexed and look'd very blue, S a y s he, D e a r D o l l y , O what have you done ! D o w n my back, thro' my breeches* good faith it has run. She pufh'd him in anger, he tumbled and fell From the door of the dcrry into the draw w e l l ; When he cry'd out with a forrowful found, Qh ! help me dear D o l l y , or elfe I'll be drown'd. �Thet? R o g e r hearing him roar out ama'i* Straight in the bucket h d p ' d him out again ; H e faid unto him, O how came you here ! I t was Dolly that threw me in I freely declaie. O b f e f v e now good Roger* obferve what 1 f a y , H e came this morning before it was J i y , A s I was at work in the dairy alone, H e was bobbing at what was none of his own. T h e n the taylor went home like a drowned r&t, T e l l i n g his difafter* and what he d been at, O f the buttermilk bowl and his defperate fall, I f thcfe be love toyings the de'il t a k e them all. B R I T A I N'S A L A R M. T O arms ! gall int Britons of every degree, T o ,41ms ! if you want to live happy ami frees T h e foe's on the coaft.—• there's no room for delay ; L e t us rife in a ntjfa, boys, and drive them away* C H O R U S Britons, arm and unite ! like true Britons ft ill fight; F i g h t bold and together ; never mind the w e a t h e r ; L i k e fons of Britannia, we'll conquer or die. L e t croakers talk on of this terrible foe ; T h e foe is a Frenchman, and Frenchmen we k n o w ; Wheiher monkies, or tygers, or devils they b e , W e have beat them, we know, both by land and by fea. Britons, arm and unite ! etc W h a t t h o ' t h e y now boaft of their conquers & fpoils, A n d murders, at which human nature recoils ? T h e y ' v e ne'er conquer'd us, & they (hall not that's plain, W e have ihrefh'd them oft foundly, and will fo again, Britons, arm a»?d unite 1 etc. Remember what h o f h of thefe Frenchmen did yield A t CrefiTy, at Poi&ie?s, and A g i n c o u r t ' s field ; A n d f h a l l w e now fiifFet-their vain gafcon-nle ? Or fhall they unpunifh d , Great Britain invade �< 8 > T h e y boaft of t heir freedom, but u h o a r e fueh flaves? A n d who are fo free as we fons of the waves ? W h a t Frenchman with all his vain boa (ling, can f a y , T h a t his loaf, that his life is hie own for a day ? Britons, arm and unite ! etc. In this happy Ifle every man lives^fecure; Our liberty, property all guarded fure ; T h e highcfl and loweil all equally free ; W h a t nation on earth then fo hirppy as we ? Britons, arm and unite! etc. T o arms, then I to arms', and repel the proud foe, W h o would land us in anarchy, bloodfhed, and woe ; X^et us rife like our Ifle's irrefittable waves, A n d teach them that Britons will never be {laves. Britons, arm and unite ! etc. m A R R I V E D AT P O R T S M O U T H , M T H pride we fteer'd for England's coaft, Her hills arofe in mifty blue ; Six prizes of the line onr boafi, A n o t h e r (Iruck and funk in v i e w ! O (till to guard this Ifle, the battle we'll fuftaia* A n d dare the perils of the ftormy main I Within the bofom of the land, T h e claims of relative and friend, T h e prowefs of our fleets demand : Their rights upon our arms depend i O Hill to guard this Ifle, the battle we'll fuftain? A n d dare the perils of the .ftormy main ! Sweet love ; this bofom knows thy power, T h e dafiiiug waves that foam along, H e a r F a n n y ' s name at midnight hour, T h e tender burthen of my fong : F o r Britain's lovely dames, the battle we fuftait^ A n d dare the peril3 of the ftormy main ! tuv a u uc uruwn a . � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/948a635f51cfd9508b945e0a7e784cdc.jpg 7811c81feeba36a98a9723c670a84cb7 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 3250 Width 1944 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 Hearts of oak for ever: or, A round of British tars. To which are added, The jolly farmer. A song in praise of Admiral Duncan. The taylor's downfal. Britain's alarm. Arrived at Portsmouth. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Duncan of Camperdown, Adam Duncan, Viscount, 1731-1804--Songs and music. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1801 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/alma9923327603505154">s0389b10</a> Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of two tall ships in battle at sea with third tall ship in background on title page Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. A round of British tars The jolly farmer A song in praise of Admiral Duncan The taylor's downfal Britain's alarm Arrived at Portsmouth 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/28320f7b49e4e3eeca15bf4805e94f17.pdf b7c862eac09a76974f34772e3a973a69 PDF Text Text T H H a w k i n g &O G o w f E W e n c h ; R, M y ' L o g i c . T o which are a (J Jed. The P L O . U G H M A N ' S R A N T . M I M A ' S T A M I E C H A R M S . LAMIE'S CURE Printed by J* k M, Robertfon, Saltjnarket, 1803. . �The Hawking Vencii, or Gowf my LogiCo F modeft maids in fingk weeds, v I've nothing for to fay man, But gainit the game of hawking wench, I'll tell you and you'll flay man. Chor, And ye bulk fae bra' lalfie, and yc bufk fae bra% • The lads will crack your maidenhead and that's againft the law. I view them aft come to the church, with meal upon their hair man; Whom I have fcen in former times, with back and buttocks bare man: O do not look fo high lafiie, O do not look fo high-, You'll mind your mither was but poor, though now you drink your tea Thofc dirty maids come to the church, holding their mouths fo mim man, Like riddle-rims their tails go round, fine coats ftript in the loom man. O vow but ye be vegie lallie, O vow but ye be vogie, YeVe proud to wear that whorellks coat its name is G O W F M Y L O G I E . I laugh to fee them come to fairs, with whalebone ftays it's queer man, So foolifliiy they are primpt up, like funks upon a mare mm. �O gin ye fee fo trig laffie, O gin ye be lo trig, The whalebone keeps their belly back, and yet it may turn big. With ftarningers into their breafts, their bubics they do cruih man; Whicll makes them jimp about the middle, and big where ye wad wifli man, O foon ye learn the trade laflie, O foon ye learn the trade* About fifteen you are fo keen, as venture to the bed. With ribbons rare and other ware, they're primped up fae nice man, They loftily do cock their heads, ev'n as their docks got fpice njant O weli does thou incline laflie, O well does thou incline. T o dance the blanket-hornpipe, as minnie did langfyne* Our Ladies now we do not knotty tho' they bujk ne'er fo bra' than* Our fervant-maids does wear the fame* we think they're Ladies a' man: O what needs a' this pride lafiie, O what needs a* this pride, To wear your fecit clothes every day£ and what when you're a bride? ^ i e y think their maidenheads fpoii^ * before young men comc near m n § �( "4 ) - 4 * It's pain to keep,, it's like a boil* it's duty them to clear mim. O heut awa' wi' pride laffie, O hout awa' wi1 pride, It'sthat, that makes young men go b f , they'ii BO raak you their bride* So all young mew that wants a wife, take warning by their look rtizn $ Love not a Life that rafts her head &bont like a game-cock man O well * know their eye laffie, ) well I know their eye, They'll vex a man, and chap his pa % his head they'll hormile. So beware when Maggy Idle comes, a oolitig to the fair man If fk x incline (he will refi'gn x the whole ufe of her ware man. And {he draw yon on laddie, and (he draw you on, She'll burn you wi* her merry bit, \ and then you'll figh and moan. M l R A ' 3 3REFAR J C H A R M 3. D to rail, rcfolv'd to part, when I approach the perjurM tair, What \does-my tongue forbear I ? why b it ctf;cs roy tim'rous heart �C 5 > With the leaft glance, a little kind, fuch 'won'rous pow'rs have Mira's cb'arms She arms my doubts, enflaves my mind, and all my rage difarms* For getful of her broken vows* wUeii gazing on.that form divine! Her injur'*! vaflal trembling bows* nor dares her Have repine. - . THE P L O B G H M 4 r S R A ^ r . ,1 T B Eplougfaman's he's a bonny lad, arid ail his work's at leifure, And whSn*that he comes hanie at e'en, he kififes me with pleafure? C H O R U S . tfp wi't a' my ploughman lad, up wi*t a* my ploughman, Of a5 tfce lads that S do know, commen4 me to the ploughman. Now the blooming Spring comes onr, he takes His? jokinsr fairly, And whittles o'er tfie fufrow'd land, he goes to fallow eaHy. Up \Vi*t a*, &c« The ploughman he comes harne at e'en, he's often wet and wear/, Call aff the wet„ put on the dry, feme to your bed my deary Upwi't a% �( 0 ) It's I will wafo my ploughman's hofe* and I will walfa his o'erlay, And I will mak my ploughman's bed, and chear him late and early. Up w i ' t a ^ c . It's merry but, and merry ben, t it's merry is my ploughman ; Of all the trades that I do ken, commcnd me to the ploughman. Up, Ssc, Plow on yon hill? plow on yon dale* plow yon haugh and fallow, W i a winna drink the ploughman's health, is but a dirty fallow, Up wi't a' my ploughman lad, &c. Tamie Lamie's Cure for a Drunken Wife. E E liv'd a wife THfheRlo'ed a drap o' in our town-end, cappie O, And a' the gear that e'er fhe gat, fhe flipt it ia her gabbie O, Upon a frc$y winter night, the wife had got a drappie Q, And fhe did piih her coats fae weel, fhe ccu*«5 nae find the pattie O. But fliers awa' to her goodman, they ca'd him Taupe Lamie O, Gae ben and fetch the key to me, that I may get a drammie 0# �* * 9 Tamie was an honcft man, himfell he took a drappie O, It was nue weii out o'er his craig, till fhe was on his tappie O She paid Him well baith back and fide, and fair fhe crri&'d his backie O She made his (kin baith blue and blacfcj and made his ihouldcrs crackie 0» Then he's awa' to the ma't barn, and he has ta'en a fackie G, He put her in baith head and tail,, sad cait her o'er his backie 0« The carline fputr'd wi'h head and Feet, the carle he was fae nkie O, T o ilk: wa' that he came hyf ;he garr'd her head play knackie O. Goodman, -1 think ye'll murder me, my brains ye wifl out knockie O* He gi'ed her ay the ither hitch* iy (till ye de'ii's buckie O. Goodman* I'm like to mak m? burn, O let me out good Tamie O, Then he fet her upon a ftane and bade her pifh a damie 0 « Then ramie took her 4ff the flane, and put her in the fackie O, And when fibe did begin T fpur, O he lent her ay a haockic O. �( 8 ) Awa* he went to the mill-dam, and there gae her a duckie O, And ilka chiel that had a ftick ptey'd thump upon her backie O. And when he took her hame again,^ he did hing up the fat kie Q, At her bed-fide as I heard fay, upon a little knaggie O. And ilka day when flic r&ife up, > in naethhng but her fmockie O, Sae fbon's me IcokM him in the face, {he might behold the fackie O. Now all ye men both far and near, that have a drtiiiken toutie, O, Duck ye your wife in time o* year, and I'll lend you the fackie O. T h e wife did tivc for ninteen- years, and was fu* frank and couthie O j And ever fince fiie got the duck, flie never had a drouthie CX At laft the catline chaacM to die, * and ramie did her hurie O, And for the public benefit* he did gar print the curie O. And this he did her motto make, " Here lies an honeft luckie O. " Who never left the drinking trade, " until <he got a du~kie O. Glafgow, Printed by J. & M. Ri i>ettf<m,. S altmatfcet, 1803. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/636d9fe74911a646d2032fd2c78b569b.jpg bce145c4e64070f7bac79bbe1b3e2832 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 3296 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 hawking wench; or, Gowf my logie. To which are added, The ploughman's rant. Mira's charms. Tamie Lamie's cure for a drunken wife. 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 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/alma9923327253505154">s0389b35</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Gowf my logie The ploughman's rant Mira charms Tamie Lamie's cure for a drunken wife 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 Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a woman and man holding hands on title page