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Title A name given to the resource Scenes of my youth; or, such things were Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks, Scottish Chapbooks-Scotland Poetry, Scottish 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/alma9953133953505154">s0141b34</a> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Scotland Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. 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Such things were Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource unknown Extent The size or duration of the resource. 3 pages https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/770595b86661fbb21c0a99bde2f53cb2.pdf fc1897abf0122f5d84801d0125ac321f PDF Text Text SCOTLAND ON FREEDOM S A L T I R E C H A P B O O K No. 11 Edited by Agnes Mure Mackenzie LIBERTAS OPTIMA RERUM ��SCOTLAND ON F R E E D O M From an anonymous chronicle of about 1460 Their is na land, nor yit nacioun, that is nor was fra the beginning of the warld. that standis in fredom sa lang tyme as Scotland. 1 �By fourteenth-century tradition, the Latin original of this verse was taught to the boy William Wallace by his uncle, the parish priest of Dunipace. My son, I tell thee soothfastly No good is like to liberty : Then never live in slavery. 2 �In the late fourteenth century, the chronicler John of Fordun thought this the natural answer for a Scots sovereign whom the Roman worldpower had summoned to surrender : he writes in Latin. That freedom which our ancestors have left us, which is more to be sought than gold or the topaz stone, far beyond jewels, nay, for us beyond the value of all in the world—this, which our high-hearted fathers have left us unstained, and even to the death served splendidly ; this, not having derogated from their nature, but strong to fulfil their commandment , we too shall keep inviolate for our sons, and pass it on to them in our own turn, unstained by one single spot of slavishness. Farewell. 3 �About the same time another chronicler, John Barbour, wrote in the forefront of his ''Life of Bruce", A noble hairt may haif nane eis, Na ellis nocht that may him pleis, Gif fredom failzie . . . fredom mair to prys Than al the gold in warld that is. 4 �These were not literary flourishes. In 1320 the Estates of Scotland, in Parliament at Arbroath, wrote this to the Pope, in the fifteenth year of the third war for freedom during the l i f e t i m e of all but the youngest present : To [Robert Bruce],who has brought salvation to his people through the safeguarding of their liberties . . . we hold and choose in all things to adhere. Yet Robert himself, should he turn aside from the task that he has begun, and yield Scotland or us to the English king and people, we should cast out as the enemy of us all, and should choose another King 5 �to defend our freedom : for so long as a hundred of us are left alive, we will yield in no least way to English dominion. We fight not for glory, nor for wealth, nor honours : but only and alone we fight for freedom, which no good man surrenders but with his life. In 1482 the Estates again, when threatened with a heavy-weight i n v a s i o n , declared that Our Soverane Lord . . . sal, God willing, defend this realm in honour and fredom, as his nobill p r o g e n i t o u r i s hes done in tymis by-gane. In 1543 an ambassador of the power they defied warns his master that if he attempts to conquer Scotland by force, There is not so little a boy but he will hurl stones against it, the wives will come out with their distaffs, and the commons universally will rather die. 6 �After seven years' resistance to heavy and deliberately brutal invasion, what was under all these sayings was put in two sentences, in 1549, by the author of "The Compleynt of Scotland", perhaps one Wedderburn. The natural love of your native countrey sould be inseparablie rutit in your hairtis, considerand that your lyvis, your bodeis, your h a b i t a t i o u n , your frendis, your livingis and susteinar, your heil, your peace, your 7 �refuge, the rest of your eild, and your sepulture is in it. In 1705, when a war of annexation threatened once more, James Hodges wrote, We have the laws of nature and nations and the justice of the Almighty appeal to. Scotland never yet submitted arms . . . and we hope never to stain our blood and disgrace our pedigree by a disposition so slavish, feminine, and degenerate, as to submit to it now. 8 God and Lord of Hosts to to oppression by force of ��This selection of Scottish sayings on Freedom, edited by Agnes Mure Mackenzie, is set in 12 pt. Scotch Roman. The design is by John Reid. Printed by R. and R. Clark of Edinburgh. Published by THE SALTIRE SOCIETY Gladstone's Land, Lawnmarket, Edinburgh � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/88ff304e72f86ba38f7e5453135ffadd.jpg 9e82ee293c97f4a64d635db3e675df26 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3072 Width 1939 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 Scotland on Freedom Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923409363505154">s0100b45</a> Abstract A summary of the resource. A collection of excerpts drawn from a variety of chronicles and histories in medieval and early modern Scottish literature, such as John Barbour and John Fordun, presented with short annotations by the editor. Collectively, the excerpts have been chosen and portrayed as reflective of Scotland’s long historical association with freedom and liberty, from as early as the 14th century onward to Union. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Saltire Chapbook No. 11 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1950?] per National Library of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 13 cm. Description An account of the resource "Libertas Optima Rerum" quoted at the bottom of the title-page. set in 12 pt. Scotch Roman printed on last page. 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These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 207 Width 243 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 Scottish School Extent The size or duration of the resource. 1 photograph 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 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/c3a2b328aeb757b25afe47b773a909d5.pdf 1aaac1f5107bb8c3d3cdd1730e433b19 PDF Text Text SEVEN ENGLISH Popular Sengs Rule, Britannia. I'm a Chicka-biddy. Beauty in tears. I cannot stay a minute. Why di^J I gather this delicate flower Mary I believ'd thee true. A Soldier's gratitude. KILMARNOCK:. PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. �ENGLISH SONGS. FM A CHICK A-BIDDY. THOUGH I am now a very little lad, I f fighting men eannot be had, F o r want o f a better I may do T o follow the boys with a rat-tat-too. I may seem tender yet F m tough, And though not much of me* F m eight good stuff, O f this I'll boast, say more who can, I never was afraid to face my man, F m a chicka-biddy, see . T a k e me now, now, now, A merry little he For your row, dew, dow. Brown Bess TO knock about, oh, there's my j o y , W i t h my knapsack on my back like a roving boy. In my tartan plaid a young soldier view, M y philabeg, and dirk, and bonnet blue : Give the word, and I'll march where yoa command, N c b l e sergeant, with a shilling then strike my band, MY captain, whfcn he takes his glass, M a ? like to toy with a pretty lass, �s For such a one Vie a roguish eye, He'lJ never want a girl when I am by. I'm a chicka-biddy, & c . Though a barber has never yet mowed my chin, W i t h my great broad sword I long to begin, Cut, slash, ram, dam> oh, glorious fun* For a gun pip pop, change my little pop gun. T h e foes should fly like geese in flocks, Even Turks should fly like Turkey-cocks; Wherever qusrter'd I shall be, Oh ! zounds ! how I'll kiss my landlady. I'm a chicka-biddy, & c . B E A U T Y IN TEARS. OH, weep not, sweet maid, nor let sorrow oppress thee, T h y innocent bosom shall banish all fears, Kind Heaven will protect thee, fair virtue caress thee, And angels will pity such beauty in tears. But some cruel tyrants compassion ne'er cherish, l a all their dark actions ambition appears; They suffer the wretched to languish and perish, And look without pity on beauty in tears. ? How blest is the heart which with chanty floweth, And tranquil the bosom which virtue reveres * �4 How sweet is the balna which kind pity bestoweth, T 0 soften the sorrow of beauty in tears. But some cruel tyrants compassion ne'er cherish, In all their dark actions ambiticn appears ; They suffer the wretched to languish and perish, And look without pity on beauty in tears. I CANNOT STAY A MINUTE. Now where so fast ? a young man said T o her he lov'd, one day, W h e n she with blushes turn'd her head, And cried, Don't stop me, pray. But why this hurry ? he ic plied, As Wythe -< any linnet ?» Y e t still the pretty Emma cried, I cannot st?y a minute. B u t why not, dearest, tell me why ? He still with ardour prest, Then said, By that love beaming eye, This haste is all a jest\ And could it by a bet be tried, Right sure I am to win i t ; Y e t still the pretty Emma cried, 1 cannot stay a minute. Y v caii't, but Miss, said he, you must, And shall go with me too, �5 Nay more, I'll make, fey all that'sjast, A bride this morn of you. This morn, said she, make me a bride ? There's something pleasing in i t : Oh ! how I'm flurried, Emma cried, Pray don't let's stay a minute. W H Y DID I G A T H E R T H I S DELICATE. FLOWER? AH ! why did I gather this delicate flower, Why pluck the young bud from the tree ? Twould there have bloom'd lovely for many an hour, And how soon it will perish with me. Already its beautiful texture decays, Already it fades on my sight; 9 l i s thus that chill langour too often o'erpays, T h e moments of transient delight. When eagerly pressing enjoyments too near, Its blossoms we gather in haste; How oft thus we mourn with a penitent tear, O'er the joys which we lavish'd in waste. This elegant flower, had I left it at rest* Might still have delighted my eyes j But pluck'd prens»tureiy, and plac'd in my breast. It ladguishesj withers, and dies, �6 MARY, I BELIEV'D THEE TRUE. M a r y , I believ'dthee true, And i was blest in thus believing; B a t now I mourn that e'er I knew A girl so fair and so deceiving. F e w have ever lov^d like me ? Oh, I have lov'd thee too sincerely And few have eVr deceived like thee, Alas ! deceiv'd me too severely. Fare thee w e l l ; yet think awhile On one whose bosom bleeds to doubt thee, W h o now would rather trust that smile, And die with thee than live without thee. Fare thee w e l l ; — I ' l l think of thee, T h o u ieav'st me many a bitter token ; For see, distracting womau see, M y peace is go&e, rtiy heart is broken. F a r e thee w e l l ! A SOLDIER'S GRATITUDE. W h a t e - e r my fate, where'er I roam, By sorrow still oppress'd, I'll ne'er forget the peaceful home, T h a t gave a wand'rer rest. T h e n ever rove life's sunny banks* B y sweetest flow'rets strew'd, �7 Still may you claim a soldier's thanks, A soldier's gratitude. T h e tender sigh, the balmy tear, That meek eyed Pity gave, My last expiring hour shall cheer, And bless the wand'rer's grave. T h e n ever rove life's sunny banks, B y sweetest flow'rets strew'd, Still may you claim a soldier's thanks, A soldier's gratitude. RULE, BRITANNIA. WHEN Britain firsts at Heaven's comman d, Arose from out the asure main, T h i s was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain. R u l e , Britannia, Britannia, rule the waves, Britons never shall be slaves. The nations, not so bless'd as thee, Must in their turn to tyrants fall, W h i l s t thou shalt flourish, great and free, T h e dread and envy of them all. R u l e , Britannia, & c . Still more majestic shalt thou rise, M o r e dreadful from each foreign s t r o k e ; �8 As the loud blast that tears the skies Selves but to root thy »ative oak. Rule, Britannia, & c . T h e e haughty tyrants ne'er shall t a m e ; All their attempts to bind thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame, And work their we, and thy renown. Rule, Britannia, & c . T© thee belongs the rural reign, T h y cities shall with commerce shine, And thine shall be the subject main, A And every shore it circle* thine. Rule, Britannia, &c. T h e Muses, still with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coast repair: Bless'd isle ! with matchless beauty crown\ And manly hearts to guard the fair. Rule, Britannia, &c. F I N I S . � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/2eddde96ef8ddea418e1e80322bcbba1.jpg f910136a8daa81332f37ee02e727e5e4 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 3071 Width 1776 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 Seven English Popular Songs. Rule, Britannia. I'm a Chicka-biddy. Beauty in tears. I cannot stay a minute. Why did I gather this delicate flower? Mary I believ'd thee true. A Soldier's gratitude. 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Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs War Courtship and Marriage 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 Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #28 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Language A language of the resource English 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 Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): regalia Fashion (Clothing): upper class https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/e3961b58863067b752ee1049ce223a04.pdf 2d4bc689381e3c0a2eee573cb1d8c280 PDF Text Text SEVEN ENGLISH Popular Songs. The Tyrolese Song of Liberty. The Castilian Maid. Faintly as tolls the evening ehiriie. Oh! rest thee. Babe. Farewell. The Gipsy Wanderer. God save the King. KILMARNOCK: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. �ENGLISH SONGS. T H E TYROLESE SONG OF L I B E R T Y every bosom boundeth, Merrily oh ! merrily oh ! Where the Song of Freedom soundeth, Merrily oh ! merrily oh ! There the warrior's arms shed more splendour. There the maiden's charms shine more tender* Every joy the land surroundeth, Merrily oh! merrily oh ! MERRILY Wearily every bosom pineth, Wearily oh ! wearily oh ! Where the bond of slavery twineth, Wearily oh ! wearily oh! There the warrior's dart hath no fleetmess, There the maiden's heart hath no sweetness, Every flower of life declineth, Wearily oh 1 wearily oh i Cheerily then from hill and valley, Cheerily oh ! cheerily oh ! Like your native fountains sally, Cheerily oh ! cheerily oh J �3 If a glorious death won by bravery, Sweeter be than breath sigh'd in slavery, « Round the Flag of Freedo*. rally, Cheerily oh ! cheerily oh ! T H E CASFILIAN MAID. OH ! remember the time in Lamancha's shades, When our moments so blissfully flew When you'd calPd me the flower of Castiliaa maids, And I blush'd to be call'd so by you. When I taught you to warble the gay Seguadille, And to dance to the light Castanet. Oh ! never, dear youth, let you roam where you will, The delight of those momeats forget. They tell me, you lovers from Erin's green isle, Every hour a new passion can feel; And that soon in the light of some lovlier smile, You'll forget the poor maid of Castile. But they know not how brave in the battle you are, Or they never could think you would rove ; For 'tis always the spirit, most gallant in war, That is fondest and truest in love. C i N A D I AN B O A T S O N G . FAINTLY as tolls the evening chirfte, O u r voices keep tune,, and our oars beat time j �4 Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll cheerfully sing our parting hymn* Row, brothers, row; the stream runs fasfc, The Rapid's are near, and the daylight's past. Why should we yet our sail unfurl ? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl; But when the wind blows off the thore, Oh ! sweetly we'll rest upon our oar. Blow, brieves, blow * the. stream runs fast, The Rapid's are near, and the daylight's past. O H ! REST THE®, BABE. Q r ! slumber, my darling, thy sire is a knight, Thy mother a lady so lovely and bright, The hiils and the dalss from the tow'r?, which we see, They all shall belong, my dear infant, to thee. O h ! rest thee babe, rest thee babe, sleep on till day, O h ! rest thee babe, rest thee babe, sleep w,hile you may. Oh ! rest thee, my darling, the time it shall come, When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum, T h e n rest thee, my darling, oh ! sleep while you may, For war comes with manhood, as light comes with dav* �5 Oh! rest thee babe, rest thee babe, sleep on till day, Oh! rest thee babe, rest thee babe, sleep while you may. 0 ^ , hark thee, young Henry! thy sire is a knight, Thy mother a lady so lovely and bright; I h e hills and the dales from yon tow'rs that I see, They all shall belong, my young Henry, to thee. Oh ! rest thee babe, rest thee babe, sleep on till day, Oh ! rest thee babe, rest thee babe, sleep while you may. THE GIFSY WANDERER. Twas night and the farmer his fireside near, O'er a pipe quafPd his ale stout and old* The hinds were in bed, when a voice struck his earLet me in, I beseech you—just so ran the prayer— Let me in, I am dying with cold. To his servant the farmer cry'd—Sue, move thy feet, And admit, the poor wretch from the storm, For our chimney will not lose a jot of its heat, �1 Although the night-wand'rer may there find a seat, And beside our wood embers grow warm. At thatinstant a Gipsy girl, humble in pace, Bent before him his pity to crave— He, starting, exclaimed—wicked fiend, quit this place— A parent's curse light on the whole Gipsy race! They have bowed me almost to the grave 1 Good Sir, as our tribe pass'd the church-yard below, I just paus'd the turf grave to survey I fancied the spot where my mother lies low, AVhen suddenly came on a thick fall of snow, And I know not a step of my way. This is craft, cried the farmer, if I judge aright : I suspect thy curst gang may be near 5 Thou would'st open the door to the ruffians of night; Thy eyes o'er the plunder now rove with delight, And on me with sly treachery leer! With a shriek on the floor the young Gipsy girl fell! Help ! cried Susan, your child to uprear ! Your long stolen child! —she remembers you well! And the terrors and joys in her bosom that swell* A r e too mighty for nature to bear. �7 FAREWELL. IN that cottage my father long dwelt, Till call'd the proud foe to repel, With a heart that each keen passion felt, He bade his companions farewell; While in distance he echo'd the sound, A sound i shall ever deplore, Farewell! Farewell! Alas! I shall ne'er see him more. Shouts of victory honour'd the day, Wken bravely in battle he fell, Far, far from his village away, Where he bade his companions farewell, While in distance, &c. G O D SAVE T H E K I N G . GOD save great George our king, Long live our noble king, God save the king ! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us. God save the king! O Lord our God arise, Scatter his enemies, And make them fall! �8 Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks: On him our hearts we fix, O save us all Thy choicest gifts in store On him be pleas'd to pour Long may he reign ! May he defend our laws, And ever give us cause To sing wiih heart and voice, God save the king ! O grant him long to see Friendship and unity Always increase 1 May he his sceptre sway, All toyal souls obey, Join heart and voice, huzza, God save the king I FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5eb7ebe1cf1cba2f7ed029d9f11a7adb.jpg 0aabb7659dea9075df96abd0bffebf29 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3133 Width 1788 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 Seven English Popular Songs. The Tyrolese Song of Liberty. The Castilian Maid. Faintly as tolls the evening chime. Oh! rest thee, Babe. Farewell. The Gipsy Wanderer. God save the King. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133903505154">s0499b33</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Tyrolese Song of Liberty. The Castilian Maid. Faintly as tolls the evening chime. Oh! rest thee, Babe. Farewell. The Gipsy Wanderer. God save the King. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1815-1825?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks&nbsp;</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland&nbsp;</a> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of musical instruments encircled in a vine on the title-page. Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #30 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Language A language of the resource English 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 Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Musical Instrument: harp(s) Musical Instrument: horn(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/0392fe0dc0af6639cf080f70d0ac2702.pdf ec47d47031ab490fc2fd83e3c29760ff PDF Text Text SEVEN Excellent Songs. B L Y T H E W A S SHE. THE BRAES OF BALQUHITHER, THE YOUNG MAY MOON. LOUDON'S BONNY WOODS AND BRAES. BONNIE M A R Y HAY. O ARE Y E SLEEPING, MAGGIE. SUCH T E A R S A R E BLISS. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 40. �SONGS. THE BRAES OF BALQUHITHER. Let us go, lassie, go, To the braes of Balquhither, Where the blue-berries grow 'Mang the bonnie Highland heather; Where the deer and the roe, Lightly bounding together, Sport the lang simmer day, On the braes o' Balquhither. I will twine thee a bow'r, By the clear siller fountain,, And I'll coyer it o'er Wi' the flow'rs o' the mountain ; I will range through the wilds, And the deep glens sae dearie, And return wi' the spoils, To the bow'r o' my dearie. When the rude wintry win' Idly raves round our dwelling, And the roar of the linn On the night breeze js swelling, �So merrily we'll sing, As the storm rattles o'er (us, Till the dear shieling ring Wi' the light lilting chorus. Now the .summer is in prinie, ; Wi' the flowers richly blooming, And the wild mountain thyme A'the muirlands perfuming ; To our dear native scenes Let us journey together, Where glad innocence reigns 'Mang the braes of Balquluther. l,\ IMksii -/Hi hi ^ h IVru art J: LOUDON'S BONNY WOODS AND BRAES Loudon's bourne woods and braes, I maun leave them a', lassie ; Wha can tlio.le when Britain'^ fae^, • Would gie Britons law, lassie ? ;. < Wha would shun' the field or dangitf! Wha to fame would live a stranger ? Now when freedom bids avenge her, Wha would shun her ca', lassie ? Loudon's bonnie;woods and br^es, Hae seen our happy bridal flays, And gentle hope shall sooth thy waos* When I am far a wa, lassie. Hark! the swelling bugle sing??, Yielding joy to thee, laddie ; �4 But the doeful bugle brings, Waeful thoughts to me, laddie. Lanely I may climb the mountain, Lanely stray beside the fountain, Still the wearie moments counting, Far frae love and thee, laddie. O'er the gory fields of war, Whar vengeance drives his crimson car, Thou'lt may be fa', frae me afar, And nane to close thy e'e, laddie. O Glorious honour crowns the toil That the soldier shares, lassie ; Heaven will shield thy faithful lover Till the vengeful strife is over ; Then we'll meet nae mair to sever, Till the day we die, lassie: 'Midst our bonnie woods and braes, We'll spend our peaceful happy days, As blythe's yon lightsome lamb that plays On Loudon's flow'ry lea, lassie. THE YOUNG M A Y MOON. The young May moon is beaming, love, The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love, How sweet to rove Through Morna's grove, While the drowsy world is dreaming, love O �5 Then awake, the heavens look bright, my dear, 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear, And the best of all ways To lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear. Now all the world is sleeping, love, But the sage his star watch keeping, love, And I, whose star, More glorious far, Is the eye from that casement peeping, love. Then awake till rise of sun, my dear ; The sage's glass we'll shun, my dear; Or in watching the flight Of bodies of light, He may happen to take thee for one, my dear. BLYTHE WAS SHE. Blythe, blythe, and merry was she, Blythe was she but and ben ; Blythe by the banks of Earn, And blythe in Glenturit glen. By Ochertyre grows the aik, On Yarrow banks, the birken shaw ; But Phemie was a bonnier lass Than braes o' Yarrow ever saw. Blythe, &c. �6 Her looks were like a flower in May, Her smile was like a simmer morn ; She tripped by the banks of Earn, As light's a bird upon a thorn. Blythe, &c. Her bonnie face it was as meek As ony lamb upon a lee ; The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet As was the blink of Phetnie's e'e. Blythe, &c. The Highland hills I've wander'd wide And o'er the Lowlands I ha'e been ; But Phemie was the blythest lass That ever trode the dewy green Blythe, &c. O ARE YE SLEEPING, MAGGIE O O Let me in, for loud the linn Is roaring o'er the warlock craigie. Mirk and rainy is the night, No a starn in a' the carry Lightnings gleam athwart the lift, And winds drive with winter's fury. O are ye, &c. ; �7 Fearful soughs: the boor tree bank, The rifted wood roars wild and drearie ; Loud the iron yett does clank, And cry of howlets make me eerie. Aboon iny breath I daurna speak, For fear I rouse your waukrife daddie Cauld's the blast upon my cheek, Rise, O rise, my bonnie lady. O are ye, &c. She open'd the door, she let him in, He cuist aside his dreeping plaidie ; Blaw your warst, ye rain and wind, Since, Maggie, now I'm in aside ye. Now, since ye're waking, Maggie, Now, since ye're waking, Maggie, What care I for howlets cry, For boortree bank, or warlock craigie. SUCH TEARS ARB BLISS. Oh! give me a sweet and shady bower, On the banks of a river clear and bright; And let not a ray of the sun have power To peep thro' the woodbines from morn till night. Then sing me the songs I used to hear In our own sweet home, more fair than this ; And if on my cheek you behold a tear, Sing on—sing on—for such tears are bliss. O �8 When last we met in that lovely home, We knew not the meaning of such fond tears ; We are older now, and mourn for some Who shared in the pleasures of former years. A h ! when I remember how oft they heard That song in a shady spot like this, Though a tear may fall for every word, Sing on—sing on—for such tears are bliss. BONNIE M A R Y HAY. Bonnie Mary Hay, I will lo'e thee yet; For thine eye is the slae, and thy hair is the jet, The snaw is thy skin, and the rose is thy cheek ; O bonnie Mary Hay! I will lo'e thee yet. Bonnie Mary Hay, will you gang wi' me, When the sun's in the west, to the hawthorn tree! To the hawthorn tree in the bonnie berry den, And I'll tell you, Mary, how I lo'e you then. Bonnie Mary Hay, 'tis halliday to me. When thou art coothie, kind, and free ; There's nae clouds in the lift, nor storms in the sky, My bonnie Mary Hay, when thou art nigh. Bonnie Mary Hay, thou maunna say me nay, But come to the bower by the hawthorn brae, But come to the bower, and I'll tell you a' what's true, O Mary! I can ne'er lo'e ane but you. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/075934d493ac873dd1430ab6bf2dae1a.jpg 51476621e940ffb55cb0c798744283dc 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 1891 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 Seven excellent songs. Blythe was she. The braes of Balquither. The young May moon. Loudon's bonny woods and braes. Bonnie Mary Hay. O are ye sleeping, Maggie. Such tears are bliss. Subject The topic of the resource Highlands War Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Courtship and Marriage Description An account of the resource '40' is printed at the bottom of the title page. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks 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/alma9923413833505154">s0159b29</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Blythe was she. The braes of Balquither. The young May moon. Loudon's bonny woods and braes. Bonnie Mary Hay. O are ye sleeping, Maggie. Such tears are bliss. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Abstract A summary of the resource. A collection of ballads and songs on various topics. The first song describes the beauties of the moors and burns of the Highlands, followed by a dialogue between a young Highlander heading is heading off to war and his lover who fears for him. The next piece is a short song about love, the night, and the moon, followed by the popular song, Blythe was She, about a young, pretty girl. In the next song, a young man braves a terrible storm and a night rife with eerie magic in order to sneak into his lover’s bedroom, unbeknownst to her father. The next song reminisces on the beauties of past loves and places, while the last song is a short love song suggesting a meeting at the hawthorn tree. Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Balquhidder, Scotland 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="http://www.lib.uoguelph.ca/find/find-type-resource/archival-special-collections/scottish-studies">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/searchb.cfm</a> 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 public domain; For higher quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/c0cb8e132f936cb30f181f8f1902b71d.pdf ca92ff45ac0d571b465451e956ffd9bf PDF Text Text SEVEN EXCELLENT SONGS. FAIR ELIZA. HELEN'S TOMB. STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT. THE LAND O' THE LEAL. T O T H E EVENING STAR. THE BANKS OF N I T H . BONNIE DOON NEWTON-STEWART: PrINTED, AND SOLD WHOLESALE and RETAIL, BY J. M'NAIRN. �T H E L A N D O' T H E L E A L . I'm Like snaw when it's thaw, Jean, I'm wearing awa T o the land o' the leal. There's nae sorrow there, Jean, There's nae cauld nor care, Jean, The day is aye fair, In the land o' the leal. Y e were aye leal and true, Jean, Your task's ended now, Jean And I'll welcome you, T o the land o' the leal. Our bonny bairn's there, Jean, She was baith gude and fair, Jean, And we grudg'd her right sair T o the land o' the leal. wear �3 Then thy that tearfu' ee, Jean, M y soul langs to be free, Jean, And angels wait on me T o the land o' the leal. N o w , fare ye weel, my ain, Jean, This warld's care is vain, Jean, We'll meet, and aye be fain, In the land o' the leal. BONNIE DOON. YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, H o w can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; H o w can ye chant ye little birds. And I sae weary fu' o' care ! Thou'll break my heart thou warbling bird, That wantons thro' the flowering thorn : That minds me o' departed joys, Departed never to return. Oft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon, T o seee the rose and woodbine twine ; And ilka bird sang o' its luve, And, fondly, sae did I o' mine. �4 Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree ; And my fause lover stole my rose, But ah ! he left the thorn wi' me. T H E B A N K S OF N I T H . THE Thames flows proudly to the sea, Where royal cities stately stand ; But sweeter flows the Nith to me, Where Cummins ance had high command : When shall I see that honoured land, That winding stream I love so dear ! Must wayward fortune's adverse hand For ever, ever keep me here. H o w lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vale, Where spreading hawthorns gaily bloom ; H o w sweetly wind thy sloping dales. Where lambkins wanton thro' the broom! Tho' wandering, now, must he my doom, Far from thy bonnie banks and braes May there my latent hours consume, Amang the friends of early days ! �5 FAIR ELIZA. TURN again thou fair Eliza, A e kind blink before we part, Rew on thy despairing lover ! Canst thou break his faithfu heart: Turn again the fair Eliza ; If to love thy heart denies, For pity hide the cruel sentence, Under friendship's kind disguise Thee daar maid, hae I offended ? The offence is loving the : Canst thou wreck his peace for ever, W h a for thine would gladly die ! While the life beats in my bosom, Thou shalt mix in ilka throe : Turn again thou lovely maiden, A e sweet smile on me bestow. Not the bee upon the blossom, In the pride o' sinny noon ; Not the little sporting fairy, All beneath the simmer moon ; ! �6 Not the poet in the moment Fancy lightens on his e'e, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture That thy presence gies to me. STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT. Thickest night o'erhans my duelling ! Howling tempests o'er me rave Turbid tonents, wintry swelling, Still surround my lonely cave ! Crystal streamlets gently flowing, Busy haunts of base mankind, Western breezes softly blowing, Suit not my distracted mind. In the cause of right engaged, Wrongs injurious to redress, Honours war we strongly waged, But the heavens deny'd success. Ruin's wheel has driven o'er us, Not a hope that dare attend, The wide world is all before u s — But a world without friend. ! �7 TO THE EVENING STAR. Star, that bringest home the bee, And sett'st the weary labrour free ! If any star shed peace, 'tis thou. Thats e r d ' s tfrom above, Appearing when Heaven's breath and brow Are sweet as her's we love. Come to the luxuriant skies, Whilst the landscaped odours rise, Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard, And songs, when toil is done, From cottages whose smoke unstirr'd Curls yellow in the sun. Star of love's soft interviews, Parted lovers on thee muse ; Their remembrancer in heaven Of thrilling vows thou art, T o o delicious to be riven By absence from the heart. �HELEN'S TOMB. A t morn a clew bathed rose I past, All lovely on its native stalk, Unmindful of the noon day blast, That strew'd it on my evening walk. So, when the morn of life awoke, M y hopes sat bright on fancy's bloom, Forgetful of the death-aimed stroke, That laid them in my Helen's tomb. Watch there my hopes ! watch Helen sleep, Nor more with sweet-lipped Fancy rave, But with the long grass sigh, and weep At dewy eve by Helen's grave. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/7bc31b5ef9f97cdddcd45e80606ff2c9.jpg b149752e6416f2613fff0bb493b1d8d1 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 3249 Width 1896 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 Seven Excellent Songs. Fair Eliza. Helen's Tomb. Strathallan's Lament. The Land O' the Leal. To the Evening Star. The Banks of Nith. Bonnie Doon. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134473505154">s0100b01</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Fair Eliza. Helen's Tomb. Strathallan's Lament. The Land O' the Leal. To the Evening Star. The Banks of Nith. Bonnie Doon. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1820-1837?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #34 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image on the titlte-page. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks--Scotland--Newton-Stewart Songs Ballads Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <a title="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Newton-Stewart: Printed and sold wholesale and retail by J. McNairn https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/d740d171fe0226023c4cac9bac9acf9b.jpg d2bf86ffed90e58abfc1669cce26e970 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3426 Width 1890 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut on title-page portraying a girl holding a flower standing between two pillars with flowers in vases on top. Large house in the background https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/87ce8154b113c2438b5f4b399cda58d7.pdf d447397d5e9b6be4cb997324306ba0ab PDF Text Text Seven Excellent SONGS. The year that's awa. Blue Bonnets over the Border. The Laird o' Cockpen. Jock o' Hazeldean. Pity and protect the Slave. Hurrah for the bonnets of blue. Here's a health to all good lasses—A Glee. NEWTON-STEWART : Printed and Sold, Wholesale and Retail, BY J. M ' N A I R N . �THE YEAR THAT'S AWA. Oh ! here's to the year that's awa, We'll drink it in strong and in sma ; And here's to the bonnie young lassie we loe'd, While swift flew the year that's awa. And here's to the, &c. And here's to the soldier wha bled, To the sailor wha bravely did fa' ; Their fame is alive tho' their spirits are fled On the wings of the year that's awa. Their fame is alive, &c. And here's to the friend we can trust. When the storms of adversity blaw ; May he join in our song, and lie nearest our heart, Nor depart like the year that's awa. May he join in, &c. BLUE BONNETS OVER THE BORDER March, march, Ettrick and Tivotdale : Why, my lads, dinna ye march forward in order ? March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale ; All the blue bonnets are over the border, �3 Many a banner spread, Flutters above your head, Many a crest that is famous in story ; Mount and make ready then, Sons of the mountain glen, [glory. Fight for your Queen and your old Scotish Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing ; Come from the glen of the buck and the roe ; Come to the craig where the beacon is blazing ; Come with the buckler the lance and the bow. Trumpets are sounding, War-steeds are bounding;--[order, Stand to your arms and march in good orEngland shall many a day Tell of the bloody fray, When the blue bonnets came over the border. T H E LAIRD O' COCKPEN. The Laird o' Cockpen he's proud and he's great ; His mind is taen up wi' things o' the state. �4 He wanted a wife his braw house to keep, But favour wi wooin' was fashous to seek. Doun by the dyke-side a lady did dwell, At his table-head he thought she'd look well M'Clish's ae dochter o' Claverseha Lee, A pennyless lass, wi a lang pedigree. His wig was weel pouthered, as guid as when new, His waistcoat was white, his coat It was blue, He put on a ring, a sword and cocked hat, And wha could refuse the Laird wi a that? He took the gray mare and rade cannily ; An' rapped at the yett o' Claverseha Lee, " G a e tell Mistress Jean to come speedly ben ; She's wanted to speak to the Laird o' Cockpen." Mistress Jean was makin' the elder-flower wine— "An' what brings the Laird at sic a like time ?" She pat aff her apron an' on her silk gown, Her mutch wi' red ribbons an' gaed awa down. �5 An' when she came ben he boued fu' low ; An' what was his errand he soon let her know. Amazed was the Laird, when the lady said—"Na !" An' wi a laigh courtly she turned awa. Dumfundered he was—but nae sigh did he gie ; He mounted his mare and rade cannily : An' aften he thocht as he gaed through the glen, "She's daft to refuse the Laird o' Cockpen." Near to the house amang the lang trees, There did he meet sweet Jeanie Greenlees. She sits at his table like a white tappet hen. — Thus ended the courtships o' the Laird o' Cockpen. JOCK O' HAZELDEAN. "Whyweep ye by the tide lady ? Why weep ye by the tide ? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sall be his bride. �6 And ye sall be his bride, lady, Sae comely to be seen:" — But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock o' Hazeldean. "Now let this wilful grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale ; Young Frank is chief of Errington, And Lord of Langley dale. His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen:" — But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock o' Hazeldean. "A chain of gold ye sall not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair, Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair. And you the foremost o' them a' Shall ride our forest queen:"--But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock o' Hazeldean. The kirk was decked at morning tide The tapers glimmered fair— The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, And dame and knight are there. They sought her both by bower and ha'-— The lady was not seen :— She's o'er the border and awa Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean. �7 PITY AND PROTECT THE SLAVE Sons of freedom ! hear my story, Mercy well becomes the brave, Humanity is Britain's glory — Pity and protect the slave ! Free-born daughters ! who possessing Eyes that conquer, hearts that save, Greet me with a sister's blessing— Oh ! pity and protect the slave ! HURRAH FOR THE BONNETS OF BLUE. Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa, And wha winna wish guid luck to our cause, May never guid luck be their fa'. It's guid to be merry and wise, It's guid to be honest and true, It's guid to support Caledonia's cause, And bide by the bonnets of blue. Hurrah for the bonnets of blue, Hurrah for the bonnets of blue. It's guid to support Caledonia's cause, And bide by the bonnets of blue. �8 Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to Charlie the chief o' the clan, Although that his band be sae sma'. Here's freedom to them that would read, Here's freedom to them that would write, There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should be heard, But they whom the truth wad indite. Hurrah for the bonnets of blue, Hurrah for the bonnets of blue, It's guid to be wise, to be honest and true, And bide by the bonnets of blue. HERE'S A HEALTH TO ALL GOOD LASSES. A Glee Heres' a health to all good lasses, Pledge it merrily fill your glasses, Let a bumper toast go round ! May they lead a life of pleasure, Without mixture, without measure, For with them true joys are found. � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 005: Title-page illustration in a single-ruled rectangular border of a girl holding a flower standing between two pillars in an outdoor scene. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Seven Excellent Songs. The year that's awa. Blue Bonnets over the Border. The Laird o 'Cockpen. Jock o' Hazeldean. Pity and protect the Slave. Hurrah for the bonnets of blue. Here's a health to all good lasses-A Glee. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134473505154">s0100b01</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The year that's awa. Blue Bonnets over the Border. The Laird o 'Cockpen. Jock o' Hazeldean. Pity and protect the Slave. Hurrah for the bonnets of blue. Here's a health to all good lasses-A Glee Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1820-1837?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #65 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks 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 title="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a> 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. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks -- Scotland -- Newton Stewart Supernatural Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Newton-Stewart: J. McNairn Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Description An account of the resource Woodcut #05: Illustration on title-page of a girl holding a flower standing between two pillars in an outdoor scene. # of Woodcuts: 1 Architecture: gate Architecture: house Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1821-1830 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Newton-Stewart: J. McNairn Fashion (Clothing): bloomers Fashion (Clothing): children's clothes Fashion (Clothing): dress Fashion (Clothing): stockings Fashion (Clothing): upper class Gender: girl(s) Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/82d3372e78c6309615c08455696951c6.pdf ad69b8c0c8b45af0f0352f63392a4d88 PDF Text Text Seven Fashionable Songs. The Star of the East. Ah! why did I gather. Are you angry Mother. Come buy my Cherries. Dunois the Brave. Hope told a flattering tale, Up, Comrades, up. KILMARNOCK: Printed for the Booksellers, �T H E S T A R OF T H E EAST. O F late you have heard of two lovers That lived near yon castle so h i g h ; T o the green woods they cftimes resorted, While the owl from the forest did cry, W h e n he-gazM on the blooming young creature^ Her beauteous enchanting eyes, Evinced her heart it was captured By one that soon did her despise. They ranged the woods with great pleasure; Their weary limbs oft did repose v A "large spreading oak was their covert, : 'Twas there they their minds did disclose. H e told her her worth was so precious, That he never could her deceive y Enraptuf'd with love she exclaimed, If you do, my death on you I'll leave. T h e rays of her pleasure shone brighter Than the beams of the sun from on high5 But a dark dismal cloud soon appeared, Proclaiming her ruin was nigh. A breeze from that ocean of falsehood, Did poison her pleasure with woe, Till the heart of this young blooming creature With sorrow was made for to flow. �$ UnmovM with the groans that she utter'd* He wantonly to her did say, For marriage 1 am not disposed, Then homeward he set ombu way. She cried, remember your promise, For you know that to you Tm with child: Aspiring for one ikac v/as greater, Th® star of the East he beguiPd. Distracted she ran thjo' the woodlands, Her boson) still heaving with pain ? No answer wa« made to her sighing, But the rocks that re-echoed again* Soon death's icy drops hang suspended On the brow of this beauty betray'd To those boisterous waves she's now beaded, In death's robes she now is array'd. When I visit the tomb of this lassie, Some spirit it whispers to me, A victim to love lies here ouried, Where youth bloom'd in every eye. No more by yon castle she wanders, T o love she is no more a slave, Bereaved of all earthly comforts, Sne mouldering now lies in the grayf? AH! WHY DID 1 G A T H E R . A H ! why did I gather (kli^a-re flower, W h y pluck the young bud iron* the tree ? �4 T w c u k l there have bloom'd lovely for many a * hour, And how soon will it perish with me ? Already its beautiful texture decays, Already it fades on my sight; Mis thus that chill rancour too often o'erpowert The moments of transient delight. W h e n eagerly pressing enjoyment too near, Its blossoms we gacher In haste; H o w oft thus we mourn with a penitent tear^ O'er the joys which we lavished in waste:' This elegant flower had I left it at rest* Might still have delighted' my eyes; But pluck-d prematurely, and pkc'd in my breast, It languishes, withers, and dies. ARE YOU ANGRY MOTHER. A R E you angry mother ? — mother, no ! no no ! no n o ! Should I sad and peevish g r o w , — 1 1 0 ! no n o ! no n o ! W h e n I see our sky so bright, A n d our fields so warm with light, Oh ! I feel as I had wings, A n d the heart within me sings. T h e n , it may be I'm too gay, But forgive me, mother, p r a y ; �5 B e not angry with your boy, One cross look will mar his joy, Be not angry, & c . Is it my fault that my heart Sometimes plays too wild a part f O f t when I have tried to be G r a v e as age could fancy m e ; Stepping with a sober pace, Looking wit** a sober face, Still my heart is wildly gay, Spite of all I do or say. Be not angry, & c . COME B U Y MY CHERRIES, C O M E buy my cherries beauteous lasses, Fresh from the garden pluck'd by me *, All on a summer's day so gay, sweet fruit and flow'rs I cry, Come then fair lasses pray, and of poor Sally buy. Come buy my roses youthful lovers, And weave a garland for each maiden's hair j All on a summer's day so gay, O h ! let not pleasure fly, Come then fond lovers pray, and of poor Sally buy. �Sigh not that blossoms are so fleeting, But sieze the treasure-tho' soon 'twill f a d e ; Thus like a summer's day so gay, life's bloom will gently fly, Come then young lovers pray, and of poor Sally buy. BUNOIS THE BRAVE. I F was Dunois, the youagaiid brave, was bound for Palestine, But first he made his orisons before St. Mary's shrine; «« And grant immortal Queen of H e a v e n , w a s still the soldier's prayer, i s That I may prove the bravest knight, and love the fairest fair." % His oath of honour on the shrine,he gray'd it witk his sword, And follow ? d to the Holy Land the banner of his Lord; Where,, faithful to his noble vow, his war-cry fill'd the air— " Be honoured aye the bravest knight, beloved the fairest fair," They owed the conquest to his arm, and this his liege~!ord said, " The heart that has for honour beat, by bliss must be repaid—. �7 My daughter Isabel and thou shall be a wedded pair, For thou art bravest of the brave, she the fairest of the fair." And then they bound the holy knot before S t Mary's shrine, That makes a Paradise on earth, if hearts and hands combine* And every Lord and Lady bright that were in chapel there* Cried* " Honoured be the bravest knight-^b©loved the fairest fair." UP, COMRADES, UP. UP 5 comrades, up—see the morn's o'er the mountains, Rouse from your slumber and rush on the foe ; Though bright and clear now, e'er ev'ning the fountains, Dark with the blood of the slaughter^ shall flow i our last struggle for freedom and honour, Blow your wild trumpets and call up the brave ! Fight for your country—shame is upon her ! On to the conflict, to die or to save. Farewell, ye dear ones, that e'er the invader, Wasted our vallies, h&ve &often'd and ch&rm'd.; �8 T h e hearts of our country with feelings that made her Best belov'd home that romance ever warm'd. H e r e to guitar we've been sighing inglorious ; But spear and shield to our grasp now are giv'n, W e ' l l meet again e'er the night, if victorious, i f not, adieu t h e n — w e l l meet yet in heaven! U p , comrades, up—see the morn's o'er the m o u n tains, R o u s e from your slumbers and rush on the foe, Though bright and clear now, e'er ev'ning the fountains, D a r k with the blood of the slaughter'd shall flow; A n d though w e d i e — w e shall yet live in story, T r u e hearts w e l l prove to our country and name, Death may have terrors ; but still there's a glory, In dying for native land, freedom, and fame. HOPE TOLD A FLUTTERING H O P E told a flatt'ring tale, That joy would soon return, A h ! nought my sighs avail, For L o v e is doom'd to mourn. O h ! where's-the flatt'rer gone ? F r o m me for ever flown, T h e happy dream of love is o'er, A n d life, alas ! can charm no more. FINIS. TALE. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/f3c23af366b6dad0df3c1b152584c622.jpg fa299eaae3ad0f7f2a9c25a335988088 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 3131 Width 1854 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 Seven Fashionable Songs. The Star of the East. Ah! why did I gather. Are you angry Mother. Come buy my Cherries. Dunois the Brave. Hope told a flattering tale. Up, Comrades, up. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133903505154">s0499b33</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Star of the East. Ah! why did I gather. Are you angry Mother. Come buy my Cherries. Dunois the Brave. Hope told a flattering tale. Up, Comrades, up. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of two dogs and a small house on the title-page. Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs 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 Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #26 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Language A language of the resource English 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 Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers # of Woodcuts: 1 Animal: dog(s) Architecture: barn Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Nature: tree(s) Outdoor Scene