23 10 639 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/6c5d4adb018df3335aad2630bdd53ee8.pdf d7419c3b0262e3d6e9455b5a0dcfffbf PDF Text Text m Hunt from M o I c q w ^ T o the Ga r es of Paris/ Tun s \ e — ' T h e Reek y fecv />/c/W<r ifaw, TO WHICH IS ADD D, THE GIRL I AX)On% * \ S Low down in tlie^ftroom, CORN RIGS ARE B O N N y AND THK Bonny Lais of Cakier Braes. * Vr V �a n d / y ' c o r s i c a n 7 x r — - l b - Rxl'U i i u x t . gc ^ Ifyjs U n d e r f i l l hirrt\ and Kow t have laid flown tlttiuhjr ft. and "drawn cut the plan, How BuNt V, t ^ p p r o u d frnle (*of/ican ran At M ofoow, he t r y ' J for t h e winning o'tSaid BO.VFT to great T a l l y r a n d , Y o u MUFT know, 4 * rnv hvord, I wiJJ maXc a beginning o ' t ; M t h r e e i:\irdred thonfnnd. ftiall £ d , T " complete the granu ficge at tlic winning o ' t . " T t i e f l y Ji'ile dftg. to i umpug the F r c r c h nation, SuMitfr&'irorn-the tfctorit he made tlt'w oration, )n at ciert$ Mofcow iik troop, he wc ivki flation, A n o rrmrp; M ior t h e fpoi! at {he w i o m n g o ' t . T h e RuffiftfrJ bUck ni' u n t a m t appear'd in t h d r r i c t i r T h e piace to make a beginning o't Arrtlthev tl < uji»t on ti c c i t \ , a> near it they drew, T o plunder and I v b at the wini i n g o't : Htt'^buive -\U-xander. friend a r d Mir allv t ft-, aUii f f.f TWu.r. or c( ui» felloi ! /i.r.v, with b s armj;. to glv* tj.ftn a tally* j And die or l i v c f i e e at the winnii>g o]jt. T l *e jC-H^r^i nramird doublr (luges each day; hnfic fot ttic o c, ; S ' g i t n l was .drew-up J<a f<'fCcs in brittle array, F! rV.ajii.on in front n l^c^ini o'l: r'ITcu t);c prxjitf l i r j c Cortical) ftagpers and rctls, Vfigt fegr.hi* l e a n it iin>k cuWn to his hecJf, A n d g^ent i> tile g r i d trr I he i ' / l ^ s hr. k e i f . / VM-eniti >hi*'k<-6n JIoioow ti t w i n n i n - • ' �<l J; BMh cellars and fliop*, each fteeplVfc^d ij u j j T o end every thought of th \vinn,ij\; ;>Y, N o lodgings were there, the whole was c \ f u c , T h e i\ufluns msdc a b?ginui'i£<o't^, N o w poo: little RONEY wa* firing with~fiii^ri \ W h e n the flames from the city began to a r fc, ' \ And columns of fmoSe did darken the (hies I Thei> he beat a retreat tor the running o*t« Alexander. ftfe C ' 4 i c k % Dan Cjffacks. arid all Prepared for the hunt and tiie canning o L f SLberia's bold chief? foort at liis call,; And ftarted tne race and the h i n t i n g This wonderful hunting began at Mpfcow,' Tiiey hU'Vttd him on over mountains of fnoAt; . T h e Gofiacks, I ) j n Coflacki. a; running ne'er (I >w# Follow'd up the grand chafc at the hunting o ' t . ' , ' Then IVufiia a n d Swrdaa took Dure in the l.unty * Alexander fir A n u d e a ^ e g i p q t n g 0%l : Like a pig in the gutter p & r friVfcY did g t u n t , A t he ran from M o f o w at iha winning «>V G r e a t mountain* of fncrw; b l o v a up bv the wind, For (h titer a tins (oKCJuld not lind, T n e P r u f l h n s in front, andYhe Coliack behind, M-ide him curfe all bispttins, and the winning m'L L o r d Wellington hunted K i n g Jnfeph from S p a n * l i e loft ms fine crown at the winning o ' t ; N o w &ott&¥ is f&mted ip Pan* again, 1 So greet was the race ut.U»c running ,<»!t» Muni up, C>na of f r e e d o m , n o r dread BonxyV frrown; Hut hunt him, aftd hunt him and n u k e him lie doWn w Force him to for render both kmgdo'm eiown, Tlicr (^oriow the ciUi o £ l i e hunting oT 1 �T H E GIRL I ApORK. VVmis fairies trip round the gay greert, And all nature feems funk into f e l l ; Thr.i' valKys 1 wander uni^et:, Mv heart u ah fad f»rr»»w • pprefl: There < It fay the murmuring flream:, F.ur Eleanor's lofs I d-plope ; As al nc by the too nV f i v e r beams, I fi^h ' f t r l h e girl 1 adore. When rrjyfl cks warder o'erlhe wide pla T f«»nv 'hi k t t ••f vvo( dbine I r ve T h e r e l i t fiv 1 tune f me foft firain, O; fing i i th the praife « f my 1 ve. Wl»erc d< es my fa r Elcari r1lra\ ? Mui< I ne'er fee iny n\mph any ruore Tim* ciillracied I m urn the 1 ng day* And figh f. r the girl I ail re. W h e n firft 1 beheld the fweet maid, morn-light ah-ne in the vale; VF*r. Sxy-pi the village we f t r a j ' d , W h e r e t tefinerly told my f ' f t tile. How U'r g riiUft I wander fori rn ? Ah ! when Will n y fotrows be o'er Such grie r it can never be born 1 I Hgh foe the girl I ad :rc. �LOW DOWN itf Tilt aiiOOV \ Alv da3dy h a canker'J carle/ \ hsHl u ^tvvirt \vV his g e a r : M y minny is a fcoldin^ wife, hauds a* the houfe a-lleer: ^ But let them f j y f or let them ii's a' aue t.> rile; F >r he's law d Avn in the broom, that's waring on m e ; Waiting>on me, my h v e , waiting < n m e ; > F r he's 1 wr d vurn, he's in the broofci, that's waiting on me. M y aunty Kate fits at her wheel* and fair ihe lightfics me; l i j t weel I ken it's a' envy, for ne'er a j e h i s But let them fay, M y coufin M e g was fair beguile wi> J«»hnnie in the glen; And ay fince fyne Ihe cries, Beware of falfe deluding men. But let thsn; lay, ^ �(£ ) Glse"^ Saody*he came waft lafl night, arid fpeer'd whan I faw Pate ? ay fuice-fyne the neighbours round jeer me air and late. let them fay, or let them do, it's a' ane to m e ; For I'll gae to the bonny lad, that's waiting on me. Waiting on me, my love ; he's waiting on m e : For he's low down in the broom* that's waiting eta me. 4* MY Patie ]3 a W e r gay, t his mind is never muddy t breath is fweeter than new hay, hi: face is fair and ruddy: Mis lhape istbandfonie, middle fat: tb hsar Iiim tt'king- �Lad night I mef where yellow co^u 'was T h e r e moiiy a kind!yV>vcrd that fet my heart \ IL* kifs'd, and vow'd he wa > m • he lo'ed me beft of ony \ '• < T h a t gars me like to fing fiafyrtt\ O corn rigs are b^nny. Let laffss of a filly mind refute what mailt they're w a n t i n g Since we for yielding were defigxi'd, we chaftly ( h o u t d be g r a n t i n g . T h e n I'll comptr, and marry Pale, and fyne my .cockern <nv H t ' s free to touz'e air or laf-, where corn-rig3 are b- nny; -f < > X O ^ < > ^ <> ~ <> Tiin Bonny Lass ot Cnkler Braes» T tf a oft a n - ft 'dtcr. W i n s cares were few, Zi life was youtg, On C.ilder'3 braes I d ;ncM and UiJpiin'd by keen remorfe's d re, J y fl w'd f p ntane« us fr 01: my heart ; crown the 1 af>py mundane icentY I luv'd—apr oid 1 love in ya«n ; �I! my a t t f e f f Uys,' r lafs of Calder-braes, happy days, your lofs I n r u r n . rc gone, a h ! never tJ r:rurn : 's ignis fatu's glare, rm'd my blifs to black defpair ? he p mp of war, and pride of arms, Appeared with fuch refilllefs charms, 1 left, t i face my country's fae:, AI v weeping maid on Galder-braes. In m a r i u l cnrfl'£1 firft I fli >ne, climes bel tae burning zone ; neath S-ringapitam's wall, faw the tyrant Sultan's f a l l : .midlt the carnage of the day, There dead and dying round me lay, 'MiJIt canitrons' roar, & Hehtnin^'s b!ane> I thought on peaceful Calder's braes. Willi laurels' crown'd, with wealth arg I f ught my native (hade, (ray'd, h pes. mry lorg-loft love t • meet, * And lay my laurels at her feet; w her mure, tf{ blifs are o'er: lure's now-to gsze on Calder-Draes. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/6134d133b8a2d20f870a1b6b3a35ab20.jpg df0b58fd2984f812571c71c25fbd701c 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 3663 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 grand Corsican hunt from Moscow to the gates of Paris. Tune - The Rock &amp; wee pickle Tow. To which is added, The girl I adore, Low down in the broom, Corn rigs are bonny, and The bonny lass of Calder braes. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scottish-Falkirk Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1814 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/alma9923324513505154">s0407b02</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The girl I adore Low down in the broom Corn rigs are bonny The bonny lass of Calder braes Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of man riding horse (moving right) 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. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Falkirk: Printed by T. 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To which is added, A sequel to the favourite song of good Q Bess. Or the golden days we now possess. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Stirling Elizabeth I, Queen of England, 1533-1603. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1806 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/alma9923323853505154">s0407b44</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. A sequel to the favourite song of good Q Bess. The golden days we now possess Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of portrait of a Queen 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 Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 17 cm 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. Rendall https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/82eb57c7b64dca8321f7d0cbdf5adfee.pdf 6d301de854854254403f9f8ddc192534 PDF Text Text T H E GOLDEN DAYS OF G O O D 7 ' '- Q J J E E N \ " '-i , ' B E S S , . A 1,' I ' TO W H I C H ARE 5 D D 5 D , A Sequel to tht favourite Song of good Q^Befs* O THE GOLDEN DAYS WE now POSSESS, �( * ) The Golden Days of Good Queen Bcfs* T O my mufe give attention, and deem it not a myftery, If we jumble together mufic, poetry, andhiftory: The times to difpiay in . the days of Queen Befs, Sir, Whofe name and whofe mem'ry pofterity may blefs Sir, O the golden days of good Queen Befs; Merry be the memory of good Queen Befs* Then we laugh'd at the bugbears of Dons and Armadas* With their gunpowder puffs, add their bluftering bravadoes ; For we knew how to manage both the mufket and the bow* Sir, And cou*d bring down a Spaniard juft as eafy as a crow, Sir, O the, &ci Then our ftreets Were unpav'd, and our bouies were tbatch'd, Sir, Our windows w£re iattie'd, and our doors only laidi'd* Sir; Yet ro few were the folks that would plunder and rob, Sir, That the Hangman was fiarving for want of a job, Sir. O the, &c# �C 3 ) Then our Ladies with large ruffs tied round about the neck faft, Would gobble up a pound of heef-ftakes for their breakfafl:; While a clofe quil'd-up coif their noddies juft did fit, Sir, And they trufs'd up as ti^ht as a rabbit for the fpit Sir. O the golden, &Ca Then jerkins, and doublets, and Yellow worded hofe, ^ir, With a huge pair of whilkers. was the drefs of our beaux, Smt Strong beer they preferred to claret- or to hock,, Sir; And no poultry they prized like the wing of an ox, Sir. O the, Good neighbourhood then was as plenty too as beef, Sir ; And the pooreft from the rich never wanted relief Sir : While merry, went the mill-clack, the ihuttle and the plow. Sir, And bonelt people could live by the fweet of their brow, Sir. O the, Then football, and wreftling. and pitching of the bar. Sir, Were preferr'd to a flute, to a fiddle, or guitar,'Sir : And lor jaunting, and junketting^ the favourite regale, Sir, �( 4 3 Was a walk as far as Chelfea, to demolilh buns and ale, Sir. O the* &<:• Then the folks ev*ry Sunday went twice at leaft to churchy Sir, And never itft xh? Parfon, or his ierrnon in the larch Sir ; For they judg'd that the Sabbath was for people to be good in >ir; And they thought it Sabb^th-brfcaking . if they din'd without a pudding, Sir, |Then our great mea were good. and our good rnen were great. Sir* And the props of the nation were t ihe pillars of the (late, Sir ; Fo/ the fovereign and the fubje^t one intereff iupported, An4 oar powerful alliance by ail pdw'rs then was courted,. O the, iT-ben the High and Mighty States, tp their everlafting ftain, Sir, By Britons were relieved from the gaUing yoke of Spain, Sir } And the roufed Bririfh Lion,. • had all Europe then cojpbinM, Sir, UndifmayM would have fcatter'd them, like chaff before the wind, Sir. 0 the, &c# [Thus they ate, and they drank, and'they work'd, and they play'd, Sir, Of their friends were not atha rued, no? of enemies afraid, Sir; �< 5 ) And Httle, Httle did they think, when this ground they flood on, Sir, •To be fo near drawn to the life, now they're all dead and gone, Sir* &c* T h e Gqld3N. D a y s W s now Possess. A Sequel to the favourite Song of good Q^13efsr N the praife of Queen B E S S , lofty fongs have been fung, Sir 5 And her fame has been echo'd by old and by young: iir ; But from times that are pafs'd, we'll for once turn our eyes, Sir* Af tht tiujes we enjoy, 'tis but wifdom to prize. Sir* CHORUS j That whatever were the days of good Q. Befs3 Let us praile the goldtn days we now poflefs* Without armies to combat, or * armadas to withftand, Siry Our foes at our feet, and the fword in our hand, Sir -f Lafting peace we fecure, while we're Lords of the feas, Sir, And our flout wooden walls* are our fure guarantees* Sir. CHORUS. Such are the golden days we now poffefs* Whatever were tUe days of g o c d Q ; Befa. I �C 6 ) No Bigots rule the roaft, now, with persecution dire, Sir, Burning zeal now no more heaps the faggot on the fire, Sir : No Biihop now can boil a poor Jew like a Pigeon, Sir ; Nor barbacue a Pagan, like a a Pig*. for Religion, Sir. Such are^ &c. Now, no legendary faint, robs the lab'rer of one day, Sir, Except now and then, when he celebrates St. Monday, Sir : And good folks, ev'ry Sabbath, keep church without a pother, Sir,. By walking in at one door, and Healing out at t'other, Sir. Such, StC* Then for drefs—modern Belles bear, the bell beyond compare, Sir, Though farthingales and ruffs, ro*c got rather out of wear, Sir ; But when trufs'd up like pullets, whether fat, lean, or plump, Sir, *Tis no matter, fo they have got, but a merrythought and rump, Sir. Suchs&c» ' Such promontaries, fure, may be fty*ld inacecflibles*, As our fmall clothes, by Prudes, are pronoune'd incspreffihles j And the tafte of cur Beaux won*! • admit of difpute, Sir, �X 7> When they ride in their flippers, and walk about in boots, Sir, Sueh, &c# Our language is re%i*c! too, from what 'twas of yore* Sir, As a flioe firing's the dandy, and buckles quite a bore, Sir; And if rais'd from the dead, it wou'd fure poze the noddle* Sir, Of a Shakefpere, to tell what's the Tippy or the Twaddle, Sir, Scci Then for props of the fiate, what can equal in ftory Sir ? Thofe two ftately pillars, call'di a Whig and a Tory, Sir, Though by fhifting their ground, they fometimes get fo wrong? Sir, They forget to which fide of the houfe they belong. Sir. Such are, &c* Biit as props of their ftrengthj and uprightnefs may boaft, Sir, Whilft the proudeft of pillars may be (hook by a port, Mr j May the firm friends of freedom her bit flings inherit, Sir. ' And her foes he^advane'd -to the poft which they itieriL Sir. Then flrJl the golden days we now pofibfs, Far lurpa&the boafted days of good Befs And us the name of Bruniv^ick, ctaims duty, love and awe, Sir, �( $ ) £ar beyond a Flantagcnet, a Tudor or liaffau, Sir j Let the leeptre be fway'd by * the fon or the fire, Sir, May their race rule this land till the £lohe is on fire, Sir ; And may their future days, in'glory Srfuccefs, Far furpafs the golden days we now poffelW mmrnm ^^ssiB^^^ SYLVIA'S MARRIAGE. Y L V I A was tender, foft and young, the wonder of the plain; The theme of every {hepherd's fong, and author of his paiiu To gaze on her, each amorous boy, would wafte the live long day; Let wolves his helplefs Iambs defiroy, and flocks unheaded dray; But Sylvia, rafli, unthinking maid, % . too fondly turnfd a wife ; Let all her blooming beauties fade, and loft the fweets of life. So on the tree the blooming rofe, charms all beholding eyes, But pluck'd and torn from whence it grc^rs* it withers, faints, and dies> S G L A S G O W , Printed by J* & M. Koberuon* S|ltmarket. i8os* � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/7ae76e7428514fbc79492a52d51d15b4.jpg 40eafac0c67303714b39126d09315422 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 3368 Width 1891 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The golden days of good Queen Bess. To which are added, A sequel to the favourite song of good Q Bess. Or, The golden days we now possess, and Sylvia's marriage. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Elizabeth I, Queen of England, 1533-1603. 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/alma9923323843505154">s0407b45</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of King with scepter bowing to Queen on title page Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. A sequel to the favourite song of good Q Bess. Sylvia's marriage The golden days we now possess 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 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/b03076e9e34d385f0f0867b63e68e3ef.pdf f510018cc0e7997a7cd6ca375c9d5d46 PDF Text Text T h e * _ D u m F l o w e r b A NEW k - o f i e , , LOVE-SONG. T a . which is pdded, We've ay been Provided for, 1 n e l a i i k a r v ! o f A l e . A..Kfety TO nr. so u;" jr.' •. fKv-Btjnv-. Turn:— llfrrfy Z&tkStiaktr ; ihfci 1 AND rAN'THK THK' FALKIWI-T.JCPHN'STON, i?. I&YKkfc i\ �TVE IR O F DUMBLANR. T h e ' S u n has gane o'er the lofty Benlomond, And left the^red clouds to prefide o'er the fcene ; W h i l e lane v I (tray in the calm fimirier gloaming. T o mu'Von fweet Jeflie, theflow't o' Dumblane. ' l ( jw I'weet is the btierrv* V its faft £au!dingblofiom! And fweat is the birk, wi y its mantle o' green ; Y e t fweeicr ar:d fairer, an'dear to this bofom, lovely young JeiSe, tilJ flow'r o' Dumblane. SheJs modeft as ony, an' blythe as fhe'i bonny r For guilclefs frnplicity marks her its ain ; -An1 far be the villain, divetled o' feeling, Wha'd blight in its b'oom, the fweet flow'r o' Dumblane. "Sing on thou fweet mavis,thy hvmn to the e'ening, ThuuVt dear to the echoes o' Calderwood glen ; Sae.dear to this bofom, fae artlefs and winning, h charming.young Jeflie, the flow'r o' Dumblane. Y How Ipft v ere my days 'till Tmet \\V my Jeflie! 'The fpdi Cs o' the city ieem'd foolifh and v a i n : j i ne'er few a nymph I wou'd ca* my dear laflie, ' Till chann'd wi' fweet Jeflie, the flow'r <f Dumblane! Tho.' mine were the ftation o' iofireft grandeur, Amidrt its pjrofu.Vn I'd languiflt in pain r reckon naething.the height o' its fplendoutv Ii w u X ^ g i'weet JeiJLv tin flow'r o' DI*mbluner , �( 3 ) WE'VE A Y E BEEN PROVIDED FOR. COME fk down my Gronie, an' gi'e rae your'cr^TFV^ Lftt the win' tak the care o' this life 011 its back , Jjjir hearts to defpondency we ne'er will fubrnit, For we've aye been provided for, an'fae will wo yet. ^ Let the Mifer delight in the hoarding o'pelf, Since he has not the faul to enjoy it himfelf.: Since the bounty of Providence it new ev'ry da) r ' A s we journey thro' life, let us live by the way, \ Let us live, &c. 4 Then bring us a tankard of nappy, brown For to comfort our hearts, and enliven the title ^, W e ' l l ay hz the merrier the langer we fit, F;>r we'vc-Jrank th'gUher mony a lime, and fa5 will we j e t . Cortie han* me your mill, an' my nofe I will pvirocf W i ' mirth an1 fweet innocence we'll paf* away the time; For quarrelling an"fighting we never willndmitr f W e ' v e parted aye in umtf^an' ike will we yeU An' fae will% &c. Succefs to tfce Farmer,, an'profper his plow^ Rewarding ITis eident toils a' the year thro'; Our feed-time an' harvefl we ever will get, F o r we've lipen'd ay to Providence, an' foe wiil we yet. PHI �4 ) Long live the King, an" happy may he b e ; Ar ee*f* to hu forces by Ian1 an' by f c a : I F . en'mies to triumph we ne'er, will permit, liritons oft have been vi&orioua, and fae will they yet. % L e t the glafsleep its courfeTan1 go merrily r o p j \ F o r the Sun has to rin, tho' the Moon Hie go do!' 1 ill the lioufe be rinnin' roun* about,'tis time** enough to f l i t ; W h e n wc fell V.e aye got up rgain, an' fae will We yet. - A - - A .— V TI1E T A N K A R D OF ALE. IfoT drunk, nor yet ftfber, Hat br<?therJto both, I met a young man upon Aylefbury dale, % I fa\f by his face that he was in good cafe • T o go ar^fhake hands with tankard of ale. LafU'la re, laru, &c, I faw, T k e hedger that works in the ditches all day, 7\nd labours hard aK^day at the plough-tajl, J Yc'll tail? of great things about prinecs and kirgs, When ar.ua lie fbakiss hands with a tankard of Ale. * /^'u,!* re, l&ru> Hi r H talk; fcr. �( 5 ) ' The beggar that beg*her bread from doer to door* .. Ar.d hfis fcarce got a rag for to covet her ail, She*s as merry in rags as a mifer with bags? V When once flic fliakes hands with a tankard •< * of Ale.; Lam la re, &c. She's as. See. widow who bury'd her hufband oflate, And has fcarcely forgot for to weep and to wail* Think* every day ten till (he's inarry'd a&aijv When once fhe fhakei hands with a tankard of Ale. Lam la m & c . Thinks, vkc. V, The old parifh Vicar, when heVqpt in liquor, Doth merrily on his parifhonera rail; Come pay un your ty thes. or Til kifs a* vour wives, When once he (hakes hands with a tankard of Ale. Laru la re, &c. Come pay, &c. The old Parfon's clerk, his eyes are fo dark, And the letter fo fmall that he fcarcely can fell; But he'll fee each letter, andfingthe Pfalmsbetteiy When once he (hakes hands with a pot of good Ale. Laru la re, &c. But. he'll fee, hci The blackfmith by trade, a jolly brilk Unci, Cries, Fill up the bumper, dear hofl, from • the pale ; Sq ehearful he'll fing, and make the houfc rir.g, j �(«) , When once Ire fhakes hands u ith a tankard of ale. Laru la re, &c. So chearful, &c. The Tinker, you ken. cries, Uld kettles to mend! With his budget and hammer to drive in the nail, W i l l fpend a whole crown at one fitting dowif When once he fhakes hands with a tankard of i^r. Laru la re, &c. Will fpend, &c. The mnfon, brave John, the carver of {lone, The Matter^ graud Secret he will not reveal; Y e t how merry is lie, with a lafs on his knee, ^ V When once he (hakes hands with a tankard of ale. Laura la re, &c. Y e t how merry, &c. You maids of the game, pray do not mc blame, Tho* your private [vaclice in public I tell j Young Bridget and Nell to ki fs will not fail. When once they (hake hands with a tankard of Ale. Laru la re, &c. Young Bridget, &c. There's fome jolly wives loves drink as their lives. Dear neighbours but mind on this for row ful tale,. Their hufbands they'll horn, as fure's they were born, If once they (hake hands with a tankard of ale: Laru la ^ &c. Their hufbands, &c. From wrangling, or jargiing, ar.d every fuch ftrife, Or any thing elfe that may happen to f a l l ; From words comes to blows, and a bloody nofc, But friends again over a tankard of ale. Laru la rc, &c. From' words, �, A .NEW SONG, TO BE SUNG BY EVERY-IT DY. Tusk—Merrily dancd the Quaker's Wife* TSo 1 haught r^nce invafion threat r Y e t lex theTc loon* beware, S i r , There's Wooden-Walls upon our leas, , *And Volunteers on ihore, Sir. Vlie Clyde (hall run to Tintock's t a p ! Beniomond jump to Gal'way I Ere we permit a foreign foe On liritiih ground to rally. Then let us not, as fnarling curs„ In wrangling* be c^ivided, Till flap comes in fome unco loou^ And with a rung, decide i u Be Britons Itill to Britons true, Like Britons ttand united ; And never but by Britain's'forts, Shall Briton's wrong* be righted. '1 ho1 haughty F:auee, &c* The Kctt/le of the Kirk and State, Perhaps fome clout may fail m \ But de'il a foreign tinkler loon Shall ever ca* a nail in't. Our Fathers Blood this Kettle cpft* And wha* wad dare t> t'poil it ? W h o would, the facrilegious Dog Shall fuel be to boil it 1 . Tho 1 haughty Franc/, �1ANTHE THE \ LOVELY. IaKTRE, the lovely, tht joy p^ her fvvain, By Iphis was lov'd, and Iov'd I phis again; She li'/'d in the youth, aj>i the youth in the fair T h e i r pleasure was equtil, ;md eqa il their care : ^ No delight, no enjoyment, their dotage withdraw; B a 11 h e i onge r they 1 i v MxiVi! 1L he Fond a r t h ey g w. A pftflion fo happy alarm'd all the plain! Some envyM the nympU but more en vy'd ihe {Vain Some fwore^cwouM be pity th^ir loves t«> inv&de, T h a t the lovers alone tor each other werf tnade But all, all cuni'ented, that not>e ever knew A nymph be more kind, or a iiiepherd lo true! -9 • Love law them \uth^pleafureT and vow'd to take care Of the. faitJiFul, the tender, the innocent pair; W h a t either might want., he bid either c> move: e But the)' wanted nothing bat ever to K;ve. l i e faid all to bids them, his godhead cou'd do, That they [till Uua'd be kind, and for ever be true. i? I N I S. Kilkkk—T. Johnstor.) Printer* I . t � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/eff9f6eb34c6e528f1d44bccc7dfec24.jpg 952ed4a5662c7f3faef58cbbfd30af56 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 3018 Width 1772 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 Flower of Dumblane, a new love song. To which is added, We've ay been provided for. The tankard of ale. A New song to be sung by every-body. Tune - Merrily dancd the Quaker's wife. And Ianthe the lovely. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Falkirk Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1814 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/alma9923315723505154">s0427b01</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. We've ay been provided for. The tankard of ale A new song to be sung by every-body Tune - merrily dancd the Quaker's wife And Iianthe the lovely 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 Unidentified woodcut image on the title page Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Falkirk: W. Johnston, Printer https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/374df7fe1cd68122c5abb0631e16ff4b.pdf 69bee76af3792989e8f54a5af193b7b0 PDF Text Text FIFTY YEARS SHEPHERD, AND FIFTY A KING. THE KING AND WEST COUNTRYMAN. THE BUNDLE OF WANTS. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 24. �SONGS. THE JUBILEE. Frae the Grampian hills will the Royal ear hear it. An' listen to Norman the Shepherd's plain tale, The north wind is blawing, and gently will bear it Unvarnish'd and honest, o'er hill and o'er dale ; When London it reaches, at court sure receive it. Like a tale you may read it, or like a sang sing, Poor Norman is easy, but you may believe it, I m fifty years Shepherd, you're fifty a King. Your Jubilee now wi' my ain I will mingle, For you and mysel' twa fat lambkins I'll slay ; Fresh turf I will lay in a heap on my ingle, An wi' my auld neebors I'll rant out the day. My pipes that I play'd on lang syne, I will blaw them. The chanter I'll teach to lilt over each spring, My drones to the tune I'll round an' round thraw them, I'm fifty years Shepherd, you're fifty a King. The flocks o' Great Britain ye've lang weel attended, The flocks o' Great Britain demanded your care, f r a e the tod an' the wolf they've been snugly defended, And let to fresh pastures, fresh water and air ; �3 My flocks I have led day by day o'er the heather, A t night they around me ha'e danc'd in a ring, I've been their protector thro' foul and fair weather, I m fifty years Shepherd, you're fifty a King. Their fleeces I've shorn, frae the cauld to protect me, Their fleeces they gave when a burden they grew ; When leas'd frae the sheeting their looks did respect me, So the flocks o' Great Britain still look upon y o u ; They grudge not their monarch a mite o' their riches, Their active industry is ay on the w i n g ; Then you and me, Sire, I think are twa matches, I'm fifty years Shepherd, you're fifty a King. Me wi' my sheep, Sire, and you wi' your subjects, On that festive day we'll both gladly rejoice ; Our twa hoary heads will be fu' o' new projects, To please the leal vassals that made us their choice ! W i ' sweet rips o' hay I will treat a' my wethers, The juice o' the vine to your lords you will bring, The respect they ha'e for us is better than brother's, I'm fifty years Shepherd, you're fifty a K i n g . My crook I will dress in the relics o' summer, My faithfu' auld Colly shall hail that blithe morn, And to my wee cabin I'll welcome each comer, The friend that hath plenty, and stranger forlorn ; You'll sure do the same tho' nobody broach it, You've plenty of beef, butter, lobsters, and ling, And rowth o' Musicians to strike up the crotchet, I'm fifty years Shepherd, you're fifty a King. �4 I live i' the cottage where Norval was bred in, You live in the palace your ancestors rear'd, Nae guests uninvited dare come to our weddin', Nor ruthless invader pluck us by the beard; Then thanks to the island we live in, where shipping Skim round us abreast, or like geese in a string, Then safe I can say, as my brose I am sipping, I'm fifty years Shepherd, you're fifty a King, But a h ! Royal George, and a h ! humble Norman, Life to us baith draws near to a close ; The year's far awa that was our natal hour, man, The time's at our elbow that brings us repose ; But e'en let it come, sirs, if conscience acquit us, A sigh frae our bosom death never shall wring, An' may the next Jubilee, amang angels meet us, So hail the auld Shepherd, and worthy auld King. B U N D L E OF W A N T S . Come, Gentlemen, sit you all merry, I'll sing you a song of w a n t ; I'll make you as merry as can be, Now my money begins to grow scant. A woman without ever a tongue, She never can scold very loud ; It's just Such another sad want, When a fiddler wants his crowd. �5 A ship without ever a sail, May be driven the Lord knows whither, It's just such another sad want, As a shoemaker wanting his leather. A man that has got but one leg, Will make but a very bad runner; And he that's no eyes in his head, Will make but a sorrowful gunner. A bell without ever a clapper, Will make but a sorrowful sound; And he that's no land of his own, Must work on another man's ground. A woman without e'er a fault, She bright as a star will appear; But a brewer without any malt, Will brew us but pitiful beer. A soldier without any pay, To fight will be terrible l a z y ; And a bed well stocked with fleas, Will make a man wonderful busy. A miller without a pair of stones, He is but a sorrowful soul; And if he has no corn to grind, He need not stand taking toll. �6 A man that has got a bad stomach, Will make but a pitiful dinner; And he that's no victuals to eat, His jaws will grow thinner and thinner. You know that a dish of good meat Is the comfort and joy of man's life; But he that's no victuals to eat, Has no need to draw out his knife. A ploughman without e'er a plough, I think he may live at his ease; And a dairy without e'er a cow, Will make but bad butter and cheese. A man that is pitiful poor, Has little or nothing to lose; And he that has got ne'er a foot, It saves him the buying of shoes. A woman that never bore children, Is barren, and so much the worse; And he that is quite out of money, Can have no need of a purse. I hope there's no one in this place, Displeas'd any way with my song; Come, buy up my ballads apace, And I'll pack up my awls, and begone. �7 THE KING AND WEST COUNTRYMAN. There was an old chap in the west country, A flaw in his lease the lawyers had found; It were all about a-felling some oak trees, And building some houses upon his own ground. Ri tooral, &c. Now this old chap to Lunnun did go, To tell the K i n g a part of his woe, likewise to tell him a part of his grief, In hopes K i n g George would give him relief. R i tooral, &c. Now this old chap to Lunnun did go, But found the K i n g to Windsor had gone; But if he had known he'd not been at home, He domm'd his buttons if ever he'd come. Ri tooral, &c. Now this old chap to Windsor did go, But the gates were barred, and all secure; He bumped and thumped with his oaken clump. There's room within for I, to be sure. R i tooral, &c. Pray, Mr Noble, shew I the K i n g — What's that the K i n g that I see there ? I seed a chap at Bartlemy Fair, Much liker a K i n g than that chap there. Ri tooral, &c. �8 Pray, Mr. King, how do you do ? I'ze gotten for yon a bit on a jobb'n, And if you're so kind, to make you amends, I'ze gotten a summat in my fobb'n. R i tooral, &c. The K i n g he took the lease in hand, And to sign it he was likewise willing; And the farmer, to make him a little amends He lugged out his bag, and gi'd him a shilling. Ri tooral, &c. The King, to carry on the joke, He ordered ten pounds to be paid down, For year and year after, and evermore, Likewise ten shillings and half-a-crown Ri tooral, &c. The farmer he stared, and looked very funny, To take up the cash he was likewise willing; But if he had known he'd so much money, He domm'd his wig if he'd gave him the shilling. Ri tooral, &c. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/98c8a42ad8821e21be4852552d7fdb58.jpg 4b5a0891b906b143011c19e5271f059c Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3190 Width 2009 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 036: Title-page illustration of a young man wearing a straw hat. He is sitting on a rock with a bowl in his hand. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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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/alma9923312863505154">s0438b21</a> Description An account of the resource Woodcut #72: Illustration on title- page a woman in conversation with a man in front of building. 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. The unfortunate lovers The captain of love My Mother did so before me Just the thing The wild rover Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: J. & M. Robertson Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Courtship and Marriage Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Archictecture: window(s) Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1801-1810 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: J. & M. Robertson Gender: man/men Gender: woman/women Nature: tree(s) Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/205a733520b2257acfe6a670cdbac180.pdf 8999758be3ab963527013c8cd56031ab PDF Text Text AN ELEGY IN MEMORY OF T H A T V A L I A N T C H A M P I O N , SIR R. LATE GRIERSON, L A I R D OF LAG, Who died Dec. 23d, 1733. WHEREIN T H E P R I N C E OF DARKNESS Commends many of his best friends, who were THE CHIEF MANAGERS, of the late Persecution. GLASGOW: P R I N T E D FOR THE B O O K S E L L E R S . ��AN IN MEMORY OF SIR ROBERT GRIERSON, OF LAG. fatal news is this I hear ? On earth who shall my standard bear ? For Lag who was my champion brave, Is dead and now laid in his grave, The want of him is a great grief, He was as my manager and chief, W h o fought my kingdom to promove, And to my laws he had great love, Could such a furious fiend as I, Shed tears, my cheeks could never dry; But I could mourn both night and, day, 'Cause Lag from earth is ta'en away. It is no wonder I am sad, A better friend I never had, Through all the large tract of his time, He never did my ways decline: He was my trusty constant liege, W h o at all times did me oblige; But now what shall I think or say ? By death at last he's ta'en away. He was a man of meikle zeal, W h o in my service did not fail; He was no coward to relent ; WHAT �4 No man dare say he did repent, Of the good service done to me, For as he liv'd so did he die, He bore my image on his brow, My service he did still avow, He had no other deity, But this world, the flesh, and me; Unto us he did homage pay, And did us worship every day. The thing that he delighted in, Was that which pious folk call sin, Adultery, whoredom, and such vice, Such pleasures were his paradise. To curse, to swear, and to blaspheme, He gloried in and thought no shame; To excess he drank beer and wine, Till he was drunken like a swine. No Sabbath day regarded he, But spent it in profanity ; 'Mongst other vices, as some say, He ravish'd virgins on that day; But that which rais'd his fame so high, Was the good service done to me, In bearing of a deadly feud, 'Gainst people who did pray and read, And sought my kingdom to impair, These were the folk he did not spare, Any who reads the scriptures through, I'm sure they'll find but very few Of my best friends that's mentioned there, That could with Grier of Lag compare ; Though Cain was a bloody man, He to Lag's latches never came, In shedding of the blood of those, �5 Who did my laws and ways oppose. Like Saul, who David did pursue, He rais'd on them the cry and hue, And cruelly he did oppress, Such as religion did profess. Doeg the Edomite did slay, Fourscore and five priests in one day; But if you'll take the will for deed, Brave Lag did Doeg far exceed. He of the blood royal was come, Of Ahab he was a true son ; For he did sell himself to me, To work sin and iniquity. Herod for me had great zeal, Though his main purpose far did fail, He many slew by a decree, But did not toil so much for me, As Lag, who in his person went, To every place where he was sent, To persecute both man and wife, W h o he knew led a pious life. Brave Clavers flourish'd in his day; And many lives did take away, He to Rome's cause most firmly stood, And drunken was with the saint's blood, Which in abundance he did shed, Of those who from his presence fled, In moss and mountain, cleugh and glen, Were slaughter'd by his Highlandmen. That where he came none might remain, W h o in the least did me defame, He rifled houses, and did plunder, In moor and dale many a hunder: He all the shires in south and west, �6 When blood and rapine sore opprest. He to his utmost did contrive, How he might make my kingdom thrive, And how he might bring down all those, That did my government oppose. His mischief never prosper'd ill Except one time near Lowdon hill, Where shamefully he did retreat, Before a few, who did him beat, Till more assistance I did give. And then brave Clavers did revive; With fury then and hellish rage. He did these wanderers engage, And sought their utter overthrow, In every place where he did go. He was made Viscount of Dundee, For venturing his all for me. This honour he enjoy'd not long, Soon after this he was ta'en home: By sudden fate at last he fell, A t Killicrankie, near Dunkel. No longer he could serve me here; But Lag survived for many a year, And constantly stood to his post, When many a champion brave was lost. Brave Charles Stewart of renown, The best that ever wore a crown, For whoredom and adultery, For incest and profanity, For drunkness and for perjury, He neither word nor oath regarded; With gibbets he his friend rewarded When opposition he did meet. He then did play the hypocrite, �7 And feign'd himself for reformation, When he intended deformation. At Spey and Scoon within a year. The covenants he twice did swear; And at Dunfermline did profess Great sorrow for his naughtiness But that was all to get the crown, That he the better might throw down, That covenanted Presbytery, That was so opposite to me ; For afterwards he did rescind, These covenants no more to bind ; And solemnly he gave command, To burn them by the hangman's hand. He caus'd the nations to abjure, What they call'd reformation pyre. Brave prelacy he did restore, As it in Scotland was before. And to this Dagon he caus'd bow, Scotsman contrary to their vow. He many a conscience did desire, Which made me on his count to smile; Malignants he advanced high. 'Cause they good subjects were to me. He tolerated heresy, All error and profanity: A blasphemous supremacy, Over the church usurped he ; And granted an indulgency. Thereby to ruin Presbytry. M y sceptre he did bravely sway, And punish'd those that did gainsay, By tortures that were most severe, By prisoning and loss of gear; �8 And cruel murders many a way, Because they from my laws did stray: But kindness he did ever bear, No Pope in Rome did ever dwell, That could this noble prince excell, For in a word he did advance, M y kingdom more than Rome or France : Neither Spain nor Germany, Had so much true zeal for me. He reigned long but at the last. His brother York gave him a cast. He poison'd him and made him die, And sent him home to my country; To Tophet that's both wide and large, Which he chus'd for his heritage, Great Middleton, that man of might, My service he did never slight: To work he furiously did go, The covenants to overthrow ; He like Nehustan did them treat, Like almanacks that's out of date, He did rescind their force and power, And solemly did them abjure, He nullified all acts and laws, That favoured the scripture cause; And ruin'd many a family, For nought but non-conformity If hirelings they would not hear, Their purse he punish'd most severe. He made the south of Scotland feel, His griping claws were made of steel, They were so crooked, hard, and sharp, They pierc'd men's substance to the heart; The king's commission while he did bear, �9 Men lost their conscience, life, and gear, But Charles too soon him discarded, Yet I his kindness well rewarded ; And this I hope he'll not deny, Since now he lives as well as I. Fletcher, my friend, he was the first Advocate who did insist Against the Whigs in the king's name, To bring - them to an open shame; Charles my son did him instal, To bring these rebels under thral, Who still for covenants were pleading, To justify their old proceeding. He laboured very earnestly To please his sovereign and me, By rooting out brave Presbytery, And planting noble Prelacy ; By shutting up in prison strong These men who did my interest wrong, And thristing for the blood of them Who did my government contemn ; His malice was so set on fire That nothing could quench his desire, Until Argyle, mine enemy, Was brought condignly for to die ; And Guthrie, who did me oppose, By hanging he his days did close; And Warriston, the worst of all, By my friend Fletcher he did fall: Thus wonderfully he did please me, When of these rebels he did ease me; For which good service he doth sit Among the princes of my pit. And my dear cousin, Provost Mill, �10 Burnt covenants, yet thought no ill, A t Lithgow cross, with more disgrace Than ever was at any place. He burnt Lex Rex, and other books, Which sourly on my interest looks ; And many acts of kirk and state, Which he knew well that I did hate, 'Cause they advanc'd a reformation, That shook my kingdom thro' the nation. He burnt old brechems, roakes, and reels, Also the picture of the De'il; I mean myself, 'cause he did think My effigies would make all stink, That he burnt on that solemn day, Upon the twenty-ninth of May. But my dear cousin was mista'en, The covenants remained in fame, By some that did love them so well, That with their blood they did them seal. Himself he did to me surrender, And for a time liv'd in great splendour Beloved well of all my friends. Till at the last he lost his means, And left in want and poverty Which made him to the Abbey fly; He who the covenants did burn, A cheating bankrupt did become, He lost his senses turn'd demented; And none but me his case lamented; And at the end of all did die, Bemoaned by no man but me. I did him visit in distress Where he is now you'll eas'ly guess. Turner did Galloway invade �11 And took from many what they had, He spared neither old nor young But plundered all where he did come, Most savagely he did them treat. And without mercy some did beat. He spoil'd that country cruelly, And acted like a man for me. A very hellish life he led As in my cave he had been bred. Carsphairn can well testify, The cursing and profanity, The outrages committed there. (The half of which might file the air) By Turner and his company. Which wonderfully pleased me Dalziel who fought at Pentland hill, And many of my foes did kill; And others prisoners did lead, W h o after quarters were hang'd dead; A downright atheist he did turn And ruin'd all where he did come, That wanted the mark of the beast, He did not spare them in the least; In serving me he made his boast. Me was so valiant in my cause, And so observant of my laws That to commend him there's no need. His works have prais'd him.—Since he's dead. Nisbet of Dalstown in his stead. In open court against Whigs did plead: And to the gallows did pursue The Pentland men who did renew The covenants at Lanark town. Till they on gibbets were brought down; �12 And by his rigorous pursuing He many o' her Whigs did ruin, His great exploits pleas'd me so well, That I his name cannot conceal But think fit that his deeds be told, That so his name may be enrol'd 'Mongst other worthies on record W h o serv'd me as their sovereign Lord, M'Kenzie after did succeed, As advocate for me to plead. He turned to apostacy. And spent his time in blasphemy ; He pled that persons might go free For murder and for sorcery ; But brought them in guilty of treason, W h o were religious out of season, By keeping Presbytery in fame. Which king and council did disclaim: W h o of their conscience were so tender Religion they would not surrender To please his Majesty and court, And turn as changes came about: To scripture they so firmly stood, On them I did spue out a flood Of mischief and calamity, M'Kenzie acted well for me : Scripture religion at that time, He made it such a heinous crime, That for it nought could satisfy, But guilty persons they must die. He many a saint pursu'd to death, He feared neither hell nor wrath. His conscience was so cauteriz'd, He refus'd nothing that I pleas'd; �13 For which he's had my kindness still, Since he his labour did fulfil. Rothes like a sow in mire, Who of his whoredom did not tire, But wallow'd in adultery, In cursing and profanity, And did allot the Sabbath-day, To spend it in his game and play ; Perjur'd himself in Mitchell's case, To bring that rebel to disgrace, He did contrive that engine, That did make Hackston dree great pain, To rip his breast at my desire, And burn his heart quick in the fire, Mangled his hands and took them off, That they might be the people's scoff, And afterwards struck off his pow, And set it on the Netherbow ; And cut his body all asunder, And plac'd it for a world's wonder. Thus he shook off humanity, For the respect he had to me. A t last in horror he did die, And went to Tophet dolefully. Monmouth did me a noble turn, When he to Bothwell-bridge did come, With armed force, with power and might, He slew and put the Whigs to flight. Although it was the Sabbath-day, He would not grant them a delay, But instantly did hash them down, And took them captives to the town. They prisoners were in the Grey friar, Until a false oath they did swear ; �14 Or in the dungeons were shut close, Where they their lives were like to lose, Some got the gallows some the sea, Some hang'd, some drown'd—that pleased me; Earishal who serv'd me many a year, And for my interest did appear ; He serv'd his 'prentiship below, Then to the mountains he did go, The Caneronians to defeat, People whom I do greatly hate, A t Aird's moss he surprised that crew, Cameron their champion he slew, And desperately cut off his head, Also his hands and made him bleed. Then in great triumph he did go, To Edinburgh with a great shew, Much boasting that he had supprest The cameronians in the west He did produce the hands and head Of Cameron whom he killed dead; For which the council did him pay A large reward without delay : And I myself on him did smile For that great action done in Kyle; Because that he avenged me Upon my stated enemy. His kindness shall not be forgot A s long as my furnace is hot. York, who great Charles did succeed, He was my constant friend indeed H e was bred with me all his days, And never from my laws did stray ; For he black Popery did profess, In Scotland he set up the mass. �15 A toleration he did give That mystery Babylon might revive, He took to him absolute power, For to advance the Romish whore, He stopped all the penal laws, Were made for weakening of my cause, And gave a golden liberty For all sorts of idolatry. It criminal was in his day To own the covenanted way ; For he intended in a short time, To make Popery through Scotland shine, That from the greatest to the least All men might serve the Romish beast. He deeply sworn was to Rome, To seek all Presbyterians doom, To abolish the memory Of all that opps'd Popery, All protestants he did despise, And many slew without assize ; He ordered that they should be shot, Where they were found in every spot. B y hellish soldiers my drudges, Whom he empower'd in place of judges, Suspected persons for to try, And at their pleasure make them die, Without allowing liberty, To fit them for eternity. He framed all mischief by a law, To make Scotland an aceldema, Threatened to make a hunting field, Of shires that would not fully yield, He all the venom of the pit Against piety did spit, �Ib He hated all maliciously. Had any sovereign but me ; Disdained common honesty, Lov'd nothing but impiety. He in my service posted fast, Until his projects got a blast. When Orange did come o'er the sea, Like a base coward he did flee. Then he did abdicate the crown, And after liv'd a vagabond; Till at St, Bermains he did die, And then he did come home to me. I need not speak of Queensberry. No man was loyaler than he: He serv'd me well with all his might, Against the Whigs with great despight, While York's commission he did bear, Upon that he was most severe. By him the parliament was led; Saints blood like water then he shed. He confidently did declare They should not have time to prepare For heaven because he said that hell Was too good a place for Whigs to dwell. By that he acted to his power, Both soul and body to devour; Which was the only thing I sought, Although to pass it was not brought; Yet thanks be unto Queensberry, For his good will in serving me. I Milton Maxwell must commend, Ten Whigs at once he did condemn, And after that he did devote Himself my kingdom to promote. �17 M'Cartney he did apprehend, Brought him to an untimous end. He plagued the presbyterians sore, That dwelt on the water of Orr, For Corsack's house he rifled bare, And neither nurse nor bairn did spare, But thurst them out from house and hold, To hunger them exposed and cold ; He did leave nothing in that house That was to him of any use; The horse, the colt, the corn, the sheep, He every thing away did sweep. He rang'd through like a greedy thief, Took butter cheese, mutton, and beef; The puddings he did scarcely spare, For every thing away he bear. Of cloth and clothes silver and gold, He took far more than can be told: The blackest sight that country saw, Worse than Pate Barley or John Faw. All his zeal was mixt with self, He very greedy was of pelf. Yet all he took but short time lasted, The Whigs did say that it was blasted, For all his offspring that remain Have none of his well gotten gain. When I perceiv'd that it was gone, I out of pity brought him home, Now Whigs may sleep in a sound skin, They'll never get mair skaith of him. M y friends that were of lower note, In justice should not be forgot, As Allison, who here did dree A hell on earth for pleasing me. �18 Bonshaw more fierce than I can tell, Who bade some send the Whigs to hell; And my beloved Kennaway Who plagu'd the hill men every day. 'Bove twenty journeys in one year This varlet willingly did go, To hasten the Fanatic's woe Strahan Murray and Annandale. Who in my cause had great zeal, Drummond, Stretton and bloody Reid, Who shot my foes till they were dead, Buchan, Inglis, and Westerhall, Balfour and others great and small. Stenhouse, Maitland and Bollochmiln, Culzean and Windrum, men of skill. Crichton, Lauder, and many more, Who sought the hill-men's overthrow, Halton, who did himself perjure, To bring Mitchel to an ill hour, Lowrie of Maxwelton also. Unto these wild men was a foe. And so was Carick of Stewarton, Bailie, and these gave Smith his doom. And all the bishops in the land, Were ready still at my command, My statutes for to execute, On all whom I did persecute. Dumbarton, Bruce, and Rob Dalziel, And other worthies I could tell, As Ezekiel Montgomery. The bloodiest monster that could be, And that vile wretch call'd sheriff Hume, That was right worthy of his room; And old tree-legged Duncan Grant, �19 W h o of his wickedness did vaunt. Eglinton, lroncaple and lord Ross, W h o did the Whigs murder and toss, From sixty to the revoluton, Imbrewed their hands in persecution They murder'd and did stigmatise, Such as my service did not please : They banished them to foreign nations, And sold them to the new plantations, With rigour great they took their gear, Because they my livery would not wear, None forwarder among them all. Than noble Grierson of Lag-hall, Whose worthy actions make him fit In the great chair now to sit, 'Bove Korah and his company, For all his friendship done to me. This honour he doth well deserve, For he unweariedly did serve Me to his utmost every way, To keep my kingdom from decay. I must remember bishop Sharp, For the good service I did get Of him, when he was here away ; He did the Scottish kirk betray, And all its privileges sold For pleasure here and love of gold ; He fill'd the land with perjury, And all sorts of iniquity ; And did the force of Scotland lead To persecute the woman's seed. Judas who did his master sell. And afterwards went down to hell, Had no more mischief in his mind, �20 Than Sharp this noble friend of mine. A paction past twixt him and me That I from skaith should keep him free : I gave him sorcery, gainst lead That shooting should not be his dead, And yet this did not him secure, He lost his life on Magus-muir ; There some stout-hearted men in Fyfe, With swords of steel did take his life ; And very justly did him kill 'Cause he their brethren's blood did spill. So to this place he did descend, But after him Lag did contend For my kingdom many a day: But now, alas ! he's ta'en away. What shall I say ? for time would fail, To tell you of brave Lauderdale. A great apostate he did prove, Because with Balaam he did love The wages of iniquity. To keep him in prosperity ; That his beastly belly might Have Epicurean delight; To spend his time in carnal pleasure, Which he esteem'd above all treasure. He was a member among those Who strictest models did compose, Upon the Presbyterian side But quickly he from them did slide. These covenants which once he swore, Most solemnly he did abjure, All tenderness he did cast off, On scripture he did droll and scoff. To prelate Sharp be thought no shame �21 Above Rabshakeh to blaspheme. By habit he did curse and swear, He harlot's company did bear. He did counsel and assist The king who after blood did thirst, To bring all to a final end For covenants that did contend. All public mischiefs in the land Were done at Lauderdale's command. In Mitchel's case he did perjure Himself most wrongfully he swore ; For conscience he regarded not, Himself he wholly did devote To serve king Charles and myself, And to advance his wordly pelf Persisting in these courses still, Did grieve and anger one Cargil; So Charles, York, Monmouth and he, Were all deliver'd o'er to me ; Rothes, M'Kenzie and Dalziel, Unto my lot each man they fell, A company of as brave men, As ever minister did send By such a sentence unto me; Whom I embrac'd most willingly, 'Cause formerly I did commend In many things these worthy men. Now those brave heroes I must leave, And some few instances I'll give Of these brave actions which Lag did, That ought no longer to be hid. In Galloway he was well known His great exploits in it were shewn. He was my general in that place, �22 He did the Presbyterians chase, Through moss and muir, and many a bog, They were pursu'd by my friend Lag. Saint's monuments that's here and there, If any will to them repair, Mongst others there you'll read his name, And know he was a man of fame. On many there he forc'd the test, By perjury them sore opprest. And when he brought them to disgrace, He mocked them unto their face. From others he did take their gear, He neither mercy had nor fear, Yet this did not his wrath allay, For others he did seek to slay Cubine and Gordon, near Hallhill, He took their life their blood to spill, And left them hanging on a tree, For disobedience to me. John Bell of Whiteside he did slay. And would not give him time to pray And other four in that same hour He shot upon Kirkconnel Muir. Mayfield, Clement, and Irlingtown, Macrabet he brought also down ; And made them all a sacrifice, His hellish fury to appease. Two men in Twingham some did find, And with hair tethers did them bind. Like sheep for slaughter there they lay, George Short and David Halliday; Till Lag came up and gave command To kill them quickly out of hand. Against them he had such despite, �He would not let them live one night, So in that posture they were shot Most cruelly upon the spot. Lachlane and Wilson in the sea He drown'd cause they obey'd not me, Though they were of the weaker sex, No favour they of him did get : And cruelly he took the life Both of a young maid and a wife. The kirk by excommunication Did banish him out of their region ; Because he would not satisfy, Them for his vile adultery: For he knew well that I could thole His vices all, without controul, That he should have both peace and ease, In doing things that I do please, He clave as close unto my law' As any man I ever saw. In atheism his days did spend Until his time drew near an end. Then for the fashion he did say, That lie was of the Popish way ; Because a priest made him believe, That he to him would pardon give, And would from purgatory bring Him to a place where he would sing; But that was but a forged lie. For Lag lives hot and bien with me, It was in spite he money gave Unto the priest that greedy slave, For he had neither pith nor power To keep my friend from me an hour; For when I heard that he was dead, �24 A legion of my den did lead Him to my place of residence, Where still he'll stay, and not go hence : For purgatory I must tell, It is the lowest place in hell: Well plenish'd with the Romish sort, Where thousands of them do resort. There many a prince and pope doth dwell, Fast fetter'd in that lower cell, And from that place they ne'er win free, Though greedy priests for gain do lie. In making ignorants conceive, They'll bring them from the infernal cave, Such as do bribe them well with gold As heaven with pelf were bought and sold. Sure that is but a vain deceit Contriv'd by Antichrist of late ; To keep the worshippers of the Whore Senseless in sin, blind and secure ; And to make priest look fat and fine, W h o nought but carnal things do mind. For this is what I truly know, They come not back from whence they go, They who take their abode with me, From that place they are never free. This Lag will know and all the rest, Who of my lodging are possest. On earth no more they can serve me, But still I have their company: With this I must my grief allay, So I no more of Lag will say. FINIS � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/281efb5496dbeb9e835ef46c55253745.jpg 0bfb55b27be85b816fdfcbc5d31da0f7 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. 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Extent The size or duration of the resource. 24 pages 15 cm Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ac0ccd1ded37eedfa3f3a4d2f03c3bfc.pdf d81237b1bddc35afd664bb3c8bef7b0c PDF Text Text ill's v a l i a n t Exploits T O W H I C H ARB A D D E D , ROB'S JOCK, a very OLD BALLAD, AND Britons to ARMS your Siftct Km. to defend PRINTED BY J. & M ROBERTSON ^ S^LT MARKET, 1&C2* �( 2 TURNPINVS ) VALOUR, Hounflowrheatb, as I rode o'er, I JfpyM a lawyer riding before ; Kind Sir, faid I, are you not afraid, Of Turnpin that mifchievous blade? O rare Furnpin hero, O rare Turnpin O S~ys Turnpin Vvz been hipft fecure* My gold 1 hi^ in the heel of my Oi©e; O fays the lawyer, there's none can find My gold, for it lies in my cap behind. &c. As they rod down by the Poultry.mill, Turrpin demands him to Hand Hill, Said he, Your cap I mud cut off, For my m^re ihe wants a {addle-cloths &c* This c&us'd the lawyer for to fret, To think be was fo fairly bit; Far Icon he robb'd him *t his ffcre, Bccaufe he knew how to tyz for more. As Turpin rode in fearch of prey, l i e met an exciferoan on the way, He boldly bid him for to ftand, tout gold, faid he, I do demand. 0 3 With that the cxcifcman* he reply'd, Your proud demands mui'l be deny?d; Before my money you receive, One of us two {halleeafe.to tjye. O rare* fce* �( 3 > Turnpia then without remorfe. He knocked him quite from oSr his horfe, And left him on the ground to fprauL So off lie rocb'with his gold and a l l 0 ; &c. As he rode ever Salisbury plain, He met Lord Judge with all his train ; T h e n H^ro-iike, he did approach And robb'd the Judge as ht fat in coach. & c . An Ufarer as I asm to!ds W h o had in charge a fum of gold. With a* clock clouted from fide to fide r Juit like a Palmer he did ride O rare, &c» And as he jogg'd sdorig the way. He met with furnpm that fame day j With hat in hand nioft aoutXeou-Qy* He bilked him for chanry. G rare, If that be true thou tells to me, I'll freely give thee charity \ But I made a vow, and it H i keep; T o fearch all P a p e r s that I meet. O , He {e.archJd his bags, wherein he £ound Upwards- of eight hu]idre4 pound, In ready gold aad white money, W h i c t | made him to laugh heartily. O , &c< Fhlg pegging is a curious trade;, Fov orr the way thou haft well fped j This prife I couut it found money, ' ^ Became abou- made zn arrant lye» O. �( 4 ).. For fhooting of a dunghif-cock,. Poor Turnptti he at laft was took, And carried itraight unto a jatU 'Where his misfortunes he does bewail. &c Now feme do fay that he will hang, Turnpin the laft of all the gang ; I wifli this cock had ne'er been hatch'd, For like a fifh in the net he's catch'd. O , Sec But if I had my liberty, And were upon yon mountain high, iThere's not a mm in Old England, Durft bid bold Turnpin for to ft and. O, &e I venturM bold at young and old, And' fairly fought them for their gold $ O f no mankind was I afraid ; But now alas! I am. b e t r a j ' d ~ Orare^&c Now Turnpin he's -condemn--d to die, T o hang upon yon gallows high j Whole legacy is a ilrong rope, For {tealing oi a Dunhit-Cock. Orare 5 &c. R O B ' S JOCK, ,1 very O l d Ballad. O B ' S Jock came to woo our Jenny, ^ w On ae feafMay when we were f o u , She brankit faft and made her bonay T Arcd faid, Jock came ye here to woo ? She irniih d her baith breaft and brpti* And j p d e fer clear ony clock j �Then fpake her dame, and faid, I t r o u , Y e jcome to woo our Jenny, Jock. Jack faid, forfootb, 1 yearn fu* fain. T o l u k my head, 2nd fit down by you; Then fpake her rntnny, and faid again. My bairn has tocher enough to gie yoi3# Tehee! quo' Jenny, keek keek I fee you, Miony yon man maks but a mock. Deil hae the liers, fou Ids me o* you, I come to woo your Jenny quo' Jock. My bairn has tocher o* her am: A goofe, a gryce, a cock and hen, A dirk, a ftaig* an acre fawin A bake-bread and a bansioek-ftane; A pig, a pat* a kirn there-ben, A kaim, but an a kaiming-fiock, W i ' cogs an' luggies nine or ten. Come y e to woo our jenny, Jock. A weight, a peet-creel and a cradle, A pair o* clips, a grape, a flail, A n ark, an amry, and a ladle, A milfie, and a fowen-pail, A rouftie whitie to ilieer the kail, A timber-mell the beer to knocic, Twa (hells made of an auid fir-dale, Come ye woo our Jenny, Jock ? A f u r m , a furlet, an3 a . p f c k ^ A rock, a reel* and a wheel-band, A tub, a barrow, and a f&ck, A fpurtlc-braid; and an clwand, �• Then Jock rook Jenny by the hand, And cry'd a feaft i and flew a cock, And made a bridal upo* hand. Now I Hae got your Jenny quo' Jock. Now dame, I hae your doughter marry'd, And tho' ye mak it ne'er fae teugh, I'll let ye wit fhe's na mifcarry'd, ' t i s well kend I hae gear enough* An auld gaud gloyM fell o'er a heugh, A fpade f a ipeet, a fpur, a lack, With©uten oufeo 1 hae a pleugh'; May that no fair your Jenny ? quo* Jock* A treen trencher, a ram-horn fpoon, Twa boots of barkint blailant leather, A v g r a i t h that gangs to coble fhoon And a thrawcruik to twine a tether; Twa crooks that moup amang the heather, A pair of br&ftks arid a fetter-lock A teugh purfe made of a fwine's bladder, T o hand your tocher, Jenny, quo' Jock. Good elding for your winter-fire } And a cod o* caffwao fill a cradle, A rake of iron to elate the byre, A duck abouf the dubs to padle 5 T h e pamiel of an auid lade-faddle j And Hob my ecm hechr me a liock, Twa luity lips to lick a foddle \ May thir no gain your J-nny, qao* Jock* A pair of hems and brechim fine, And without bitts* a fcridle-renzifc, �m !L ,iffl || 1 ] ( 7 ) A fark made of the linkome twine, A gay'gree» cloke that will ,not (lenzie, Mair yet in ftore—[ need not f e n z i e j Five hundred flaes, a fendv flock; And are not thae a wakrife menzie. T o gae to bed wi' jenny and Jock? T a k thir for my part o* the feaft, It is weei kend I am \yeel bodin: Y e need not (ay my part i$ leaft, Were they as nieikle as they are lodm. T h e xvife fpicr'fi gin the kail was fodden. Whan we hae done tak harne the brock, The roaft was teugb. a raploch hoilin, With v/hich they feaited Jenny and Jock, I ; | is Britons to Arms our Sifter Km. to defend. all you brave boys in this nation, W ^ - your country and honour defend, Since our King has got great oceafion, brave boys we'll crofs o'er the main* Fai al dcf Tai, dal daladadte, fai al dar, &c# Y o u muft lay by the flail and the pitchfork, and take up the gun and the fword, Y f a will haftily kill all the Frenchmen, where'er you meet thera by my word. &c# T h e Frenchmen they're landed in Ireland, which I new do well underftand; Be not afraid df them my brave boys* Com wallis doc^Uirpfclf tiow cq mmand*&c» �( 8 ) There is Pbillemon, Derby, and Donald, in 'the mountains of Connaught was bred, Them fellows they do fear nd danger, when they get a drop in their h<tad. & c . But there is PhilIemon5 Derby, and Donald, and Tirres, and Munes, and Shan, They were bred in the mountains of Newry, by cutting of turfF with a flan. Fal, &c, TV hen my Captain he gives me the Ikinnar, be calls me a ftout clever man, Bat to-morrow brave boys I'll be finer, for I've the red clothes to put on, &c. 0 what would you do with the red clothes o? you don't know to handle a gun \ B y my fhoul (he'll be apt for to bite you* if you to her mouth put your hand. &c. But give brandy unto me brave Qaour, my true heart it fliall never fail, T o kill all the Frenchmen by dozens, as one would threfh oats with a flail &c* For if Frenchman or Dutchman wou'd (hoot I with the big end of my gun", (me, Their bones w6uld be pounding & threfliing, till they be obliged to ruin Fal al, &c. And when I had kill'd them, poor fellow^ and caft them over that fliore, 1 will make them to fwear by Gibraltar," they'd never come here any more. &c« r r T T r r w r Printcd by J.&M. ROBERTSON, Saltmarket, i%of> � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/cd6557fdb6e47bdeca47b30bf60aae91.jpg 484a277ed89f5008e3f61bbb7beb7e57 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 3441 Width 2062 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 Dunghil-cock; or, Turnpin’s valiant exploits. To which are added, Rob’s Jock, a very old ballad. And Britons to arms your sister Km. to defend. 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/alma9923302423505154">s0459b33</a> Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a man woman, and child selling chapbooks on title page Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Rob's Jock Britons to arms your sister Km. to defend Turpin's valiant exploits 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 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/560ac691676729a64b4e36b204819a7f.pdf 7db9a2844ed5559e26ea787b6627d879 PDF Text Text The disappointed lover To which are added, Up in the morning, Wellington's Address, My Bonny Jean, STIRLING: printed by W. Macnie: 1828. �T H EDISAPPOINTEDLOVER. As Autumn Sun had sunk full low, Behind Benlomond hill And Ardoch brown came rowing down Wi' speed might ca'd a mill. That night met two resolved to woo, Upon a bank so green And watch the two I then did do, Behind a bush, unseen. H e made her vow, on the broom knowe. Thatnighttolethimin, And by a' gude he swore he would, Mak neither noise nor din. Me kiss'd the lass then on the grass, And prais'd her bonny een; But aft She said I am afraid This night you will be seen. So That night him to undo, And kiss this maid in her own bed, And bar her love out too �Thevillageclock it now had struck, The hour ayont the ten, When, in her smock, she did unlock the door and let me in, As it was dark she low did heark To mak but little din, For blackguards low are on the go, And wanting to get in. My coat and hatItaenthrewaff, My hankerchief and shoon ; Then quick I flew into hea b i d — For sound slept a' her kin. Then Cupid said Be not afraid, In joy your love now do, For Angerona here doth reign, And mortal ne'er shall know. But Stirling Will was for the mill, His horn he did blaw; And one kiss more she ask'd before That I would gang awa. I kiss'd this maid then out of bed, My clothes Iondidthrow; I never spoke, but did unlock Thedoor,andoff did go. �4 She thought it was her own true love That she had all the while; But him she lost but ne'er suspeck'd, That I did her beguile. U P IN T H E M O R N I N G Cauld blaws the wind frae north to south, And drift is driving sairly ; The sheep are couring in the heugh. O sirs, it's winter f a i r l y Now up in the morning's no for me, U p in t h e Morning's no for me, I'd rather gang supperless to my bed, Than rise in the morning early. Loud roars the blast amang the blast. T h e branches tiring barely, Amang the chimley taps it thuds, And frost is nipping sairly. Now up in the morning's no for me, Up in the morning early, To sit a' night I'd rather agree, Then rise in the morning early. �Thesunpeepso'er the southlan hill, l i k e ony timorous earlie, Just blinks awee,t h e nsinksagain, And that we find severely. up in themorning'snoforme, U p in the morning early, When snaw blaws into the chimley taps, Wha'd rise in the morning early. Naelintiesliltonhedge or husk, Poor things theysuffersairly, In cauldrife quarters all the night, A day they feed but sparely. Nowupin the morning's no for me, Upinthe morning early ; No fate cam be waur in winter time, Then rise in the morning early. Acoseyhouse,andcantywife, Keeps aye a body cheerly ; And pantrystow'dwi'mealandmaut Itanswersuncorarely. But up in the morning nanana, Up in thee morning early ; The gowans maun glent on bank and brae, When I rise in the morning early �WELLINGTON'S ADDRESS. Britonsbauldthough Britons few, On the plains o' Waterloo; Britons heroes, always true, To rights and liberty. Fire your blood, my vet'ran boys Usurpation's yoke despise ; Slavery fa's and slavery dies. Before brave British play. See the haughty tyrant comes, Sea his darling warlike sums. Hear the rattling o' his drums, To sie sweet Freedom's sway. We'll divert him wi' the charms O'ourswords, and o' our arms ; In his ear we'll strike our thairms, That Britons shall be free. Tho' his guns like thunders roar, Fight like lions as before ; Conquer o'er, or kiss the gore, t h a t welcomes bravery. ; �Seethelightning'sflashing by, Darkning black the louring sky-— Traitor turn and coward fly, March, heroes, on wi' me. Europe's past, andEurope'sfoe. See his lang decisive blow, See his deadly overthrow, Frae Sodgers—heroes o' Laurels fresh await Liberty is Britain's Then forward renown our crown. own, win her plea. MY BONNY JEAN. Behind yan hills o' lofty height, I dearly love to stray, Whar lads and lasses fondly sport, And spend the gowden day; The cheery plains remind the strains, O' purest joys unseen ; And ilka flow'r decked in the bow'r, Blooms like my bonny Jean. thrones and �8 When dressing nature burke the vale, And sprinkles on her dew, Her bonny silver mantle shines Out o' the clearest hue; So neat and fair, wisplendourrare, She dazzles a' our een ; Yet fairer dress, she maun confess, Adorns my bonny Jean. Hew sweetly m the summer's e'en, She skips the gilded plain: While all thelittlewarblingbands, Sing welcome back again. Their Througha'thehillsatween; Tillilkadale,andflowryvale, Pay homage to my Jean. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/62150c6b5566a5ee74c52bf86906df9e.jpg 73215aa6dc702a571df58f02087350de 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. 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Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Chapbooks - Scotland - Stirling Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1825 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/alma9953133973505154">s0042b27</a> <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923299283505154">s0461b33</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Up in the morning Wellington’s address My bonny Jean Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of an actor? holding a mask on title page Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <a href="%20University%20of%20Glasgow%20Union%20Catalogue%20of%20Scottish%20Chapbooks%20%20http%3A//special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #23 in a bound collection of 37 chapbooks (s0042b27) 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 Stirling: Printed by W. Macnie Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a77b4674ea138af86b18333e4951de2f.pdf 306a6612b556efb66554752ad16480e3 PDF Text Text COMICAL HISTORY SIMPLE JOHN TWELVE MISFORTUNES WIC TAF N D AL I * T VLR D T AT R T R U H TT JI n I FE E L N A ET A S FE I ^ AF T GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. �COMICAL H I S T O R Y ° F SIMPLE •IB an JOHN, AND HIS TWELVE MISFORTUNES. MAMRU T * BT»Q ITII.TWT /< .JJA AS?I*niAn , D J R I K BN 10 TA3 H A F «A I nm o w S I M P L E J O H N was a widow's son, a d a coarse country weaver to his trade. He made nothing but such as canvas for caff-beds, corn and coal sacks, drugget and harn was the finest webs he could lay his fingers to: he was a grQat lump of a lang, lean lad, aboon Bax feet afore he was aughteen years auld ; and, aS lie said hlrtisel, he grew sae fast, and was in sic a hurry to be high, that he did not stay to bring a' his judgment \vith him, but yet he . l.ojH^t it follow him, and lie woulcj meet wi't as monv a ane does �3 after they're married. He had but ae sister, and she had as little sense as himsel', she was married on Sleeky Willie, the wylie weaver; his mither was a rattling rattle-scull'd wife, and they lived a' in ae house, and every body held them as a family of fools. W h e n John came to man's estate, to the age of twenty-one years, he told his mither he would hae a wife o' some sort, either young or auld, widow or lass, if they had but heads and lips, tongue and tail, he should tak them, and weel I wat, mither, quoth he, they'll get a lumping penny-worth o' me, get me wha will. His mither tells him o' the black butcher on Ti'ot-side, wha had three doughters, and- every ane o' them had something, there was Kate, Ann, and Girzy, had a hundred merks the piece. Kate and Ann had baith bastards. Girzy the eldest had a humph back, a high breast, baker legged, a short wry neck, thrawn mouth, and goggle ey'd; a perfect iEsop of the female kind, with as many crooked conditions within as without, a very lump of loun-like illnature, vow'd \ together, as if she had \ �4 been nine months in a haggis, a second edition of crook backed Richard, an old English King, that was born with teeth to bite a' around about him, and yet the wight gaed mad to be married. John's mither told him the road where to go, and what to say, and accordingly he sets out wi' his Sunday's coat on, and a' his braws, and a pair of new pillonian breeks o' his mither's making. In he comes and tells his errand before he would sit down, says good day to you, goodman, what e you a' doing here ? I am wanting wife, an' ye're a flesher, and has a gude rting aside you, my mither says ye 11 sair me or ony body like me, what say ye tilFt, goodman ? How mony douchters hae ye ? Are they a' married yet ? I fain wad tak a look o' some o' them gin ye like. A wow, said the goodwife, come in by, honest lad, and rest yo, an ye be a wooer sit down and gie's a snuff'— A deed, goodwife, I hae nae mills but my mither s, and it's at hame.—Whare win ye, I'se no ken y e p 1 wat, quoth , �5 he, my name's Jock Sandyman,and they ca' me Simple John the sack weaver. I hae nae tocher but my loom, a pirnwheel, a kettle, pat, a brass pan, twa pigs, four cogs, and a candlestick, a good cock, a cat, twa errocks new begun to lay; my sister Sara is married on Sleeky Willie the wylie weaver, and I maun hae a hagwife or my mither die, for truly she's very frail, and OBV harl o' health she has is about dinner time ; what say ye till't, goodman ? eari ye buckle me or not? Goodman. A dear John, ye're in an unco haste, ye wadna hae your wife liame wi' ye ? they're a' there before ye, which o' them will ye tak ? Hout, tout, says John, ony o' them, will sair me, but my mither says there is twa o' them has fauts. And what is their fauts ? says the goodwife. Hout, said John, it's no meikle faut, but I dinna like it, they got men or they were married. And what shall I do wi' them ? said the goodman. John. A deed, goodman, as ye're ay dealing among dead beasts and living beasts, I wad put them awa among �6 ither beasts, or gin ye be aun ony penny, let somebody tak them up o' desperate debt, I sud flie the Fykes frae them, they anger d you, and sham'd 1 vou baith with their bastards', a wheen * daft jades it gets men or they be married, and bairns or they get bridals. Goodwife. A wat weel that's true, lad. Girzy. A weel, John, then, will ye tak me; I hae nae bastards ; how will you and I do ? John. I wrat na gin ye be able to get a bastard, yet ye may hae some waur faut; but ye maun be my pennyworth, for ye're unco little, and I'm o'er muckle, and gin ye and I war ance carded through ither, we may get bonny weans o' a middlen mak. I hae nae fauts to ye, but ye hae a high breast, a humph back, a short neck, and high shouthers, tiie hands and legs may do, tho' your mouth be ? wee to the tae side it will lie weel to the rock, and I hae a hantle o* tow to spin, will be baith sarks and sacks till us, ye'll be my soncy dauty, up and down ; a perfect beauty, wi' cat's yellow een, black brous, and �7 red lips, and your very nose is a purple colour; ye hae nae fauts at a'. Now, whan will we be married ? Qirzy. Ha, ha, John lad, we maun think on that yet. John. What the yeltow, lass, should na ye be ready whan I'm ready, and every body says that the woman's aye ready. Goodman. YV11 hae to come back and bring somebody wi' you, and we'll gree about it, and set the day whan ye'll be married. John. A weel, goodman, I'll tell my mither o't, and come back on Mononday, and we'll hae a chappin o' ale, and roasted cheese on the chance o't, but I maun hae a word o' the bride out by, to convoy me, and a quiet speak to hersel about it. Goodwife. A wow na, John, the daft loons will laugh at you, and she'll think shame, gang ye out by, and she'll speak to you through the gavel window. Out goes John, and the bride, and her twa sisters goes to the window within to hear the diversion, and what �ho would saw Now says John, Girzy my dear, my braw pretty woman, an ye be in earnest, tell me, for by my suth I'm no scorning. Girzy. Indeed, John, I'm vei'y willing to tak ye, but ye needna tell every body about it. John. Then gie me a kiss on that. He shoves his head in at the window, making a lang neck to win down to her, and she stood on a little stool to win up to him. O, cries he, an ye were good flesh I could eat you a', I like YOU sae weel; it's a pity there is sic a hard \\ra' between us, I'se tell my mither sae bonny as ye are: O, gie me anither kiss yet, and then I'll go. One of her sisters standing by in a dark corner, gets baud o' a cow's head, which wanted a' the skin but about the mouth, and shoves it towards his mouth, which he kissed in the dark. O, cries he, your mouth be cauld since I kissed ye last, and I think ye hae a beard, I saw nae that before, or is't wi' spinning tow that maks your mouth sae rough at e'en. Hame he comes, and tells his mither uie speed and properties of the marriage. �All things was got ready, and next week Sleeky Willie the weaver and him came to gree the marriage, and stay all night with the bride, and teach John good manners, for when John was hungry, lie minded his meat mair than his good behaviour, and he never was fu' till the dish was tame. Willie the weaver was to tramp on his fit when he thought he had suppet aneugh ; so all things being agreed, upon short and easy terms, and the wedding day set, they were to be three times cried on Sunday, and quietly married on Monday, neither piper nor fiddler to be employ'd, but sweith awa hame frae the Minister, and into the bed aniang the blankets; ha, ha, cried John, that's the best o't a\ Now every thing being concluded and proposed, the supper was brought, a large fat haggis, the very smell wad a done a hungry body gude, but John had only got twa or three soups, until one of the butchers meikle dogs tramped on John's fit, which he took to be the weaver, arid then he would eat nae mair. After supper they went to bed �10 John and the weaver lay together, ano then he abused the weaver for tramping sae stion, which he denied; but O, said John, there's a hantle o't left, and I saw whare it was set; they are a'sleeping, I'll go rise and tak a soup o't yet. Aye, een do sae, said sleeky Willie, and bring a soup to me too. Away then John goes to the amry, and lays to the haggis, till his ain haggis could haud nae mair; then brought some to Sleeky Willie; but, instead of going to the bed where he was, goes to the bed where the bride and the twa sisters lay, they being fast asleep, speaks slowly, Will ye tak it, will ye tak it ; but they making no answer, he turns up the blankets to put a soup into Willie's mouth, but instead of doing so, he puts a great spoonful close into one of their backsides. Sleeky Willie hears a' that past, comes out the bed, and sups out the remainder, and sets up the dish where it was, leaves the amry door open to let the cats get the blame of sapping the haggis, and away they go to bed; bilt poor John could get nae sleep for drouth; up he gets in search of the �11 Si r wa^er-can, and finding an empty pitcher, puts in his hand to find if there wag m\y water in it,-but finding nane he closed his hand when it Was within the pitcher, and then could not get it out, goes to the bed and tells Sleeky Willie what had happened him, wha advised him to open the door, and gc out to a knocking-stane that stood before the door, and break it there, to get out his hand, and not to make a noise in the house. So out he goes, and the bride's sister who had gotten the great spoonful of the haggis laid to her backside, was out before him, rubbing the nastiness (as she took it to be) off the tail of her sark, and she being in a louting posture, he took her for the knocking-stane, and comes ower her liurdies with the pitcher, till it flew in pieces about' her, then off she runs with the fright,' round a turf-stack, and into the house before him. John came in trembling to the bed again, wi' the fright, praying to preserve him, for sic a knocking-stane he never yet saw,Tor it ran clean awa when he broke the pig w o n it. �12 Now John was furnished in a house by his father-in-law; the bed, the loom, heddles, treadles, thrumbs, reed, and pirn-wheel, was a' brought and set up before the marriage, which was kept a profound secret; so that John got the first night of his ain wife, and his ain house at ae time. So on the next morning after the marriage, John and his wife made up some articles, how they were to work, and keep house ; John was to keep the house in meat, meal, fire, and water; Girzy was to mak the meat, and keep the house in clothes; the father-in-law to pay the rent for three years; they were to hae nae servants, until they had children; and eir first child was to be a John, after ain Daddy, get it wha will, if a ; and if a girl, Girzy, after its ain y, as ye said wha wrought best �MISFORTUNE IV. T H E N she ordered Jolm to rise and begin his vvark, by putting on a fire, and to tak the twa new pigs and gang to the well for water. No sooner had John opened the door, and gone out with a pig in every hand, than a' the boys and girls being gathered in a crowd to see him, gave a loud huzza: and clapping their hands at him, poor John, not knowing what it meant, thought it was fine sport, began to clap his hands too, and not minding the twa pigs, clashes the tane against the tither, till baith went to pieces, and that was a cheerful huzza to baith young and auld that was looking at him ; Girzy the wife draws him into the house, and to liim she flies with the wicked wife's weapon, her Tongue and Tangs, and made his ribs to crack, saying, " They told me ye war daft, but Til ding the daffing out o' ye, I'll begin wi' you as I've a mind to end wi' you." Poo John sat crying and clawing l)jsbea �ria, ha," said lie, its nae bairn s play to be married, J find that already." His mother-in-law came in and made up peace, went to a cooper, and got them a big wooden stoop to carry in their water. 4 4 MISFORTUNE II. Next morning, John was sent to the Flesh-market an errand to his Fatherin-law, who gave him a piece of flesh to carry home, and as he was coming out of the market, he saw six or seven of the flesher dogs fall on and worry at a poor country colly dog; "Justice, justice," cries John to the dogs, " ye're but a wheen unmannerly rascals, that fa's a' on ae poor beast, heth ye should a' be put in the toubuoth, and ta'en to the bailies, and hanged for the like o' that; its perfect murder;" and in he runs amongst the dogs, " And be hanged to you a thegither, What's the quarrel p What's the quarrel ? John flings down the flesh he had carrying, and grips the colly, who took John for an �15 enemy too, and bites his hands till the blood followed, he whole of the tykes* comes a on poor John, till down he goes in the dirt amongst their feet, and one of the dogs runs off with the flesh, so John went hame both dirty and bloody and without his flesh, told Girzy how it happened, who applied her old plaister, her Tangs and Tongue, made John to curse the very minister that married them, and wished he might ne'er do a better turn. * MISFORTUNE ffj. Next morning, John was sent to the well with the great stoup to bring in water for breakfast; and as he was pulling the stoup out of the well, in he tumbles and his head down, the well being narrow, he couldna win out: some people passipg by chance heard the slunge, cried, and ran to his relief, hauled him out half dead, and helped him into the house ; and after getting a dry sark, he was comforted with the old plaister her Tongue and hard Tangs. �MISFORTUNE IV. Next day, she says, John, 1 nr.*. go to the market myself, for if you go you 11 fight wi' the dogs, and let them run awa wi* ony thing you buy: see that ye put on the pat, hae't boiling again I come hame. John promised weel, but performs very badly. She's 110 sooner gone, than lie puts on the new pat without any water in it, and a good fire to make it boil, and away he goes to the unhappy well, fills his stoup, and sets it down to look at a parcel of boys playing at cat and dog, they persuaded John to take a game wi' them, on he plays, till ane o' the boys cries, Hey John, yonders your Girzy coming. John runs into the house wi' the water, and the pat being redhot on the fire, he tumes in the cauld water into it, which made the pat flee all in pieces, just as she was entering the door. John runs for it, and she runs after him, crying catch the thief, some persons stopped him; she comes �IT up, and then she laboured him all the way hame, and he crying, " O Sirs, ye see what it is to be married!" The mither-in-law had to make up peace again, and he promised good behaviour in time to come. MISFORTUNE V. On the next morning she sent him to the water to wash some cow's puddings and turn them on a spindle, showing him how he was to do or he went away. John goes to the water very willingly, and as he turned and washed them, he laid them down behind him, where one of his father-in-law's big dogs stood, and ate them up as fast as he laid them down, till all was gone but the very last ane, which he carried hame in his and, crying like a child, and underent a severe tost of the old plaister efore any mercy was shown. MISFORTUNE VI. His father-in-law, next day, sent him �away to bring home a tat calf he bought in the country, and tied up the money in a napkin, which he carried in his hand for fear he should lose it. B ing very weighty, as it was all in hal pence, and as he was going alongst bridge, he meets a man running aftef horse, who cries to John to stop the horse; John meets him on the top of the bridge, and when he would not be stopped for him, he knocks the horse on the face with the napkin and the money, so the napkin rave, and most of the half-pence flew over the bridge in the water, which made poor John go home crying very bitterly for his loss, and dread of the old plaister, which he got very sickerly. N MISFORTUNE VII. On the next morning, she sent him again to the bridge, to see if he could find any of it in the water, and there he found some ducks swimming, and ducking down with their heads below the water, as lie thought, gathering up his money, he kills o^e of them, and rips �19 her up, but found none of it in her guts or gabbie ; then says he, they have been but looking for it, I'll go do as they did, strips off his clothes and leaves them on the bridge, goes in a ducking, in which time, a ragman came past, and took away all his clothes. So he went homo naked to get a bath of the old plaister. MISFORTUNE VIII. The next morning, she sent him to a farm-house for a pigful of buttermilk, and as he was returning through the fields, the farmer's bull and another bull were fighting ; the farmer's bull being iiketoloss, Johnryns inbehiiidhim,and sets his head to the bun's tail, on purpose to help him to push against the other; but the poor bull thought John was some other bull attacking him behind, fled aside, and the other bull came full drive upon John, pushed him down, broke the pig, and spilt the milk. Sc John went home to get his auld plaister, which began to be a usual diet to him, and so he regarded it the less. �20 MISFORTUNE IX. His mother-in-law, with severai an Id witty wives, held a private council on John's conduct, and bad luck, and concluded he was bewitched. John was of the same opinion, and went to the Minister, and told him he was the cause of a' his misfortunes, ca d him a warlock to his face, and said, he had put such a black bargain into his hand, that he was ruined for ever; insisted either to unmarry them again, or send death and the bellman to take her awa, for she has a lump of mischief on her back and anitiler on her breast, and the rest of her body is a clean de'il. The Minister began to exhort him to peace and patience, telling him that marriages were made in heaven : " ye're a baist liar," says John, " for I was married in your ain kitchen, and a' the blackguards jn the town were there, an it had a been a heaven they wadna win in, yet tell me that matrimony was sic a happy state, but had ye gotten as mony weel �21 pay d skins as I hae gotten, ye wad a kend what it was; ill chance on j^ou, sir;" and out he goes cursing like a madman, throwing stanes and breaking the Minister's windows for which he was caught and put twa hours in the stocks, and at last his lump of corruption came and rubbed his lugs, drew his nose, got him out, and drove him home before her, took a resolution never to set him about any business in time coming, but keep him on his loom. MISFORTUNE X. Now she gave him no sleep all that night for scolding. John got up in the morning lang or day, and left his Tormenter in bed, fell asleep upon his loom wi' the candle in his hand, and so set the web, heddles, reed, and treadle cords in a fire. By chance his old Viper looked out of the bed, or the whole house had been gone. Up she gets, and with her cries alarmed the neighbourhood who came to her relief; �22 but poor Jonn underwent a dreadful swabbing for this, MISFORTUNE XI. After the former hurry and beating being over, his work being stopt, he went to bed and slept a' that day, and following night. On the next day, having nothing to do, she sent him in search of a hen's nest, which had ta'en some by-place to lay her eggs in : so as poor John Was in an auld kill searching a' about the walls, the kill-ribs broke, and down he goes with a vengeance into the logie, cutted and bruised himself in a terrible manner ; up he could not win, but had to creep out at the logie below, scarce able to get hame, his face and nose all running of blood. In this condition she pitied and lamented for him very much, tied his sores and laid him in b e d ; then sat down very kindly, saying, u My dear, and my lamb, do you think there is ony of your banes broken ; and what part of you is saire t P And what will I get �2:\ to do good P 44 Oh r said lie, " Girzy, I'm a brizzled atween the feet," " A r e ye indeed?" quoth she, 44 then I wish ye had broken your neck, that I might a gotten anither, useless ae way, and useless mae ways, upo' my word, ye's no be here, gang whare ye like." MISFORTUNE XII. Y'fuLfhniJctfesl h ot ef*9<ra* n/(oL og Now, as poor John was turned out o' doors next morning, to go awa' hirpling on a staff; one came and tqld hini his mother had died last night. Oh hoc.h j said Johi}, and is n*y mither clean dead! O an she wac|( but lop}* dowp thrqugh the lift, and see how I'm guide d this morning, I'm sure she wacj send death for me too. I'm out o' a mither and out o' a wife, out o' my health and strength, and a' my warklooms. His mother-in-law and pleaded for im: Haud your tongue, mither, said Girzy, if ye kent what ail'd him ye wadna speak about him, he's useless, no worth the keeping in a house, but to ca' him to die like an auld beast at a dyke- �24 side. Hout tout, co' the auld wife, w e l l mak o' him and he'll mend again. So John got peace made up after a', and he was easier mended than the burnt web; got all his treadles andwarklooms set in order, the wife's tongue excepted, which was made of wormwood, and the rest of her body of sea water, which is always in a continual tempest. So John appeals to a Jedburgh Jury if it be not easier to deal wi' fools than headstrong fashious fouks; owns he has but an empty skull, but his wicked wife wants wit to pour judgment into it, never tells him o' danger till it comes upon him, for his mother said he was a biddable bairn, if ony body had been to learn him wit. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3d69cfe387c27e44833cba0845409589.jpg f78e2189bd255e325b297bc6baa7afd5 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 3356 Width 1956 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The comical history of Simple John and his twelve misfortunes: which happened all in twelve days after the unhappy day of his marriage. 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