29 10 639 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/2e3b7eae204c1118da7c05399f3cb79d.pdf 83193e2febc8060c58a9f35ea6c49e30 PDF Text Text SIR JAMES THE ROSE, AN OLD SCOTTISH Tragic Song. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS, 11. �SIR JAMES THE ROSE. Of all the Scottish northern chiefs Of high and warlike name, The bravest was Sir James the Rose, A knight of meikle fame. His growth was like a youthful oak; That crowns the mountain's b r o w . And waving o'er his shoulders broad His locks of yellow flew. Wide were his fields, his herds were large And large his flocks of sheep, And numerous were his goats Upon the mountain steep. The chieftain of the good clan Rose, A firm and warlike band, Five hundred warriors drew the sword Beneath his high command. In bloody fight thrice had he stood, Against the English keen, Ere two and twenty opening springs The blooming youth had seen. The fair Matilda dear he lov'd, A maid of beauty rare ; Even Margaret, on the Scottish throne, Was never half so fair. �3 Long had he woo'd, long she refused, With seeming scorn and pride; Yet oft her eyes confess'd the love Her fearful words denied. At length she blessed his well-tried love, Allow'd his tender claim; She vow'd to him her tender heart, And own'd an equal flame. Her father, Buchan's cruel lord, Their passion disapprov'd; He bade her wed Sir John the Græme, And leave the youth she lov'd. One night they met as they were wont, Deep in a shady w o o d ; Where on the bank, beside the burn, A blooming saugh tree stood, Conceal'd among the underwood The crafty Donald lay, The brother of Sir John the Graeme, To watch what they might say: When thus the maid began, My sire Our passion disapproves; He bids me wed Sir John the Graeme, So here must end our loves. M y father's will must be obey'd, Nought boots me to withstand; Some fairer maid in beauty's bloom, Shall bless thee with her hand. Soon will Matilda be forgot, And from thy mind effac'd; �But may that happiness be thine Which I can never taste; What do I hear ? is this thy vow ? Sir James the Rose replied; And will Matilda wed the Graeme, Though sworn to be my bride ? His sword shall sooner pierce my heart Than 'reave me of thy charms ; And clasp'd her to his throbbing breast , Fast lock'd within his arms. I spoke to try thy love, she said, I'll ne'er wed man but thee; The grave shall be my bridal bed, If Græme my husband be. Take then, dear youth, this faithful kiss In witness of my troth; And every plague become my lot, That day I break my oath. They parted thus—the sun was set— Up hasty Donald flies; And turn thee, turn thee, beardless youth He loud insulting cries. Soon turned about the fearless Chief, And soon his sword he drew; For Donald's blade before his breast, Had pierced his tartans through. This for my brother's slighted love, His wrongs sit on my arm— Three paces back the youth retir'd, And sav'd himself from harm. �5 Returning swift, his sword he rear'd Fierce Donald's head above ; And through the brain, and crashing bone. The furious weapon drove. Life issued at the wound—he fell A lump of lifeless clay ; So fall my foes, quoth valiant Rose, And stately strode away. Through the green wood in haste he pass'd Unto Lord Buchan's hall— Beneath Matilda's window stood, And thus on her did call: Art thou asleep, Matilda dear, Awake, my love ! awake; Behold thy lover waits without, A long farewell to take. For I have slain fierce Donald Graeme, His blood is on my sword; And far, far distant are my men, Nor can defend their lord. T o Skye I will direct my flight, Where my brave brothers bide; And raise the mighty of the Isles, To combat on my side. O do not so, the maid replied, With me till morning stay ; For dark and dreary is the night, And dang'rous is the way. All night I'll watch you in the park, My faithful page I'll send, �6 In haste to raise the brave clan Rose, Their master to defend. He laid him down beneath a bush, And wrapp'd him in his plaid— While trembling for her lover's fate, A t distance stood the maid. Swift ran the page o'er hill and dale, Till, in a lonely glen, He met the furious Sir John Graeme, With twenty of his men. Where goest thou, little page, he said, So late ? who did thee send ?— I g o to raise the brave clan Rose, Their master to defend. For he has slain fierce Donald Graeme, His blood is on his sword; And far, far distant are his men, N o r can assist their lord. And has he slain my brother dear, The furious chief replies; Dishonour blast my name but he By me ere morning dies. Say, page, where is Sir James the Rose ? I will thee well reward— H e sleeps into Lord Buchan's park, Matilda is his guard. They spurred their steeds and furious flew, Like lightning o'er the lee; They reach'd Lord Buchan's lofty tow'rs, By dawning of the day. �7 Matilda stood without the gate, Upon a rising ground— And watch'd each object in the dawn, All ear to every sound. Where sleeps the Rose? began the Graeme, Or has the felon fled ? This hand shall lay the wretch on earth By whom my brother bled. And now the valiant knight awoke, The virgin shrieking heard ; Straight up he rose and drew his sword, When the fierce band appeared. Your sword last night my brother slew, His blood yet dims its shine; And e'er the sun shall gild the morn, Your blood shall reek on mine. Your words are brave the chief returned, But deeds approve the man ; Set by your men, and hand to hand, W e ' l l try what valour can. With dauntless step he forward strode, And dared him to the fight; The Graeme gave back : he feared his arm, For well he knew his might. Four of his men, the bravest four Sunk down beneath his sword; But still he scorned the poor revenge, And sought their haughty lord. Behind him basely came the Graeme, And pierced him in the side; �8 Out spouting came the purple stream, And all his tartans dyed. But yet his hand dropped not the sword. N o r sunk he to the ground— Till through his enemy's heart the steel Had forced a mortal wound. Græme, like a tree by wind o'erthrown, Fell breathless on the clay! And down beside him sank the And faint and dying lay. Rose Matilda saw and fast she ran— O spare his life, she cried— Lord Buchan's daughter begs his life, Let her not be denied. Her well-known voice the hero heard, He rais'd his death-clos'd eyes; H e fix d them on the weeping maid, And weakly thus replies : In vain Matilda begs a life, By death's arrest denied; My race is run—adieu my love, Then closed his eyes and died. The sword yet warm from his left side. With frantic hand she drew; I come, Sir James the Rose, she cried, I come to follow you. The hilt she lean'd against the ground. And bar'd her snowy breast; Then fell upon her lover's face, And sunk to endless rest. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/830e07d0f4ee1461e8bedf1c8a78c86c.jpg 04970585bef446d7a75a81df6ccf75ed 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 3012 Width 1828 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 man wearing a hat, kilt, and plaid socks holding an upright rifle. To his left is a door marked with the letter V 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 026: Title-page illustration of a Highland soldier in a kilt and plaid socks holding an upright rifle in a outdoor scene. A door in background is imprinted with the letter "V". 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 Sir James the rose, an old Scottish tragic song Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Courtship and Marriage Highlands War Description An account of the resource '11' 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 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 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923416743505154">s0153b19</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 Isle of Skye, Scotland Abstract A summary of the resource. A tragic love song about the romance between a highland chieftain, Sir James the Rose, and the fair Matilda, the daughter of the Lord Buchan. When Matilda’s father discovers her love for Sir James, he does not approve of the match and instead bids that she wed Sir John the Graeme. When she goes to tell her lover, they vow to wed anyway, which is overheard by Donald, Graeme’s brother, who then attacks James. In defending himself, James kills Donald. When he tries to flee to Skye to rouse the clan Rose, Matilda bids him to wait and sleep in the park instead where she can watch over him and sends a page instead to find his kin. The page is captured by the Graeme on his way where he discloses the plan and location of Sir James. Graeme attacks James with twenty men but James defends himself valiantly, slaying several of the knights as well as the Graeme himself, although he himself is mortally wounded in the process. As James dies, Matilda commits suicide by throwing herself on James’ sword as well. 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/</a> Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 14 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 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 biography Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Bruce, Michael, 1746-1767 # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): feather bonnet Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire Fashion (Clothing): kilt Fashion (Clothing): military Fashion (Clothing): sporran Gender: man/men Occupation: soldier Outdoor Scene Weapons: gun(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/e8c32a343f847d0ae7cf8d4461ccc5ef.pdf cf54d410141a9a29c5167671ceff2c5b PDF Text Text SIR NEIL AND GLENGYLE, THE HIGHLAND CHIEFTAINS, A Tragical Ballad. To which are added, THE D r u n k e n E x c i s e m a n , AND C h e r r y R i p e . GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. �SIR NEIL AND GLENGYLE. I N yonder Isle, beyond Argyle, W h e r e flocks and herds were plenty, Lived a rich 'Squire, whose sister fair W a s the flower of all that country. A Knight, Sir Neil, had wooed her long, Expecting soon to marry ; A young Highland Laird his suit prefer'd, Y o u n g , handsome, brisk, and airy. L o n g she respected brave Sir Neil, Because he wooed sincerely, But as soon as she saw the young Glengyle, H e won her most entirely ; Till some lies unto her brother came, That Neil had boasted proudly, Of favours from that Lady young, W h i c h made him vow thus rudely. I swear by all our friendship past, Before this hour next morning, This Knight or me shall breathe our last, He shall know who he's scorning. �T o meet on the shore were the loud waves roar, In a challenge he defied him : Ere the sun was up, these young men met, N o living creature nigh them. W h a t ails, what ails my dearest friend ? Why want ye to destroy me I want no flattery, base Sir Neil, But draw your sword and try me. W h y should I fight with you, M ' V a n , Y o u ne'er have me offended ; A n d if I aught to you have done, I'll own m y fault and mend it. Is this your boasted courage, knave ? W h o would not now despise thee ? But if thou still refuse to fight, I'll like a d o g chastise thee. Forbear, fond fool, tempt not thy fate ; Presume not now to strike me, There's not a man in all Scotland, Can wield the broad sword like me. Combined with guilt, thy wond'rous skill From fate shall not defend thee; M y sister's wrongs shall brace my arms, This stroke to death shall send thee. But this, and many a well aimed blow, T h e generous Baron warded, Being loath to harm so dear a friend, Himself he only guarded : Till mad, at being sore abused, A furious push he darted, W h i c h pierced the brains of bold M ' V a n , W h o with a groan departed. ? �4 Curse on my skill!—what have I done ! Rash man !—but thou would have it : Y o u have forced a friend to take thy life, W h o would have bled to save it. W h y should I mourn for this sad deed, Since now it can't be mended ? M y happiness that seemed so nigh, B y one rash stroke is ended. A n exile into some strange land, T o fly I know not whither ! I must not see my lovely Ann, Since I have slain her brother ! But casting round his mournful eyes, T o see if none were nigh them ; There he espied the young Glengyle, W h o like the wind came flying. I ' m come too late to stop the strife, But since thou art victorious, I'll be revenged, or lose my l i f e ; M y honour bids me d o this. I know your bravery young Glengyle, Though of life I ' m now regardless, W h y am I forced my friends to kill ? See brave M ' V a n lies breathless. Unhappy lad, put up thy blade, T e m p t me no more I pray thee ; This sword that pierced the 'Squire so rude, Soon in the dust shall lay thee. Does it b e c o m e so brave a Knight ? D o e s blood so much affright thee ? Glengyle shall ne'er disgrace thy sword, Unsheath it then and fight me. �5 Again with young Glengyle he closed, Intending not to harm him ; Three times with gentle wounds him pierced, Y e t never could disarm him. Y i e l d up your sword to me, G l e n g y l e : What on is our quarrel grounded ? I could have pierced thy dauntless heart, Each time I have thee wounded. But if thou thinkest me to kill, In faith thou art mistaken; So if thou scorns to yield thy sword, In pieces straight I'll break it. W h i l e talking thus he quit his guard, Glengyle in haste advanced, A n d pierced his generous manly breast, T h e spear behind him glanced ! Then d o w n he fell, and cries I ' m slain ! Adieu to all things earthly ! A d i e u , Glengyle, the day's thy own, But thou has gained it basely. W h e n tidings came to Lady A n n , T i m e after time she fainted ! She ran and kissed their clay cold lips, A n d thus their fate lamented. Illustrious brave, but hapless men, This horrid sight does move me M y dearest friends rolled in their blood, T h e men that best did love me ! O thou the guardian of my youth, M y dear and only brother! F o r this thy most untimely fate, I'll mourn till life is over. ! �6 And brave Sir Neil, how art thou fall'n, And withered in thy blossom, N o more I'll love the treacherous man That pierced my hero's bosom. A kind and tender heart was thine, T h y friendship was abused ; A braver man ne'er faced a foe, Had thou been fairly used. F o r thee a maid I'll live and die, Glengyle shall ne'er espouse me ; A n d for the space of seven long years, T h e d o w y black shall clothe me, THE DRUNKEN EXCISEMAN. I K N O W that young folks like to hear a new song, Of something that's funny and not very long, It is of an Exciseman the truth I will tell, W h o thought that one night he was going to hell. Fal de lal, &c. �7 One night he went out to look for his prey, H e did meet with some smugglers, as I heard them say, In tasting the liquors they were going to sell, T h e Exciseman got drunk, the truth I will tell. H e got so intoxicated he fell to the ground, A n d like a fat sow was forced to lie down, Just nigh to a coal pit the Exciseman did lie. W h e n four or five colliers by chance did c o m e by, T h e y shouldered him up and hoised him away, Like a pedlar's pack, without any delay ; Into the bucket they handed him down, T h i s j o l l y Exciseman they got under ground. T h e Exciseman awakened with terrible fear, Upstarted a collier, says, what brought you here ? Indeed Mr. Devil, I don't very well know, But I think I am come to the regions below. Says the collier, what was you in the world above ? I was an Exciseman and few did me love : I n d e e d Mr. Devil the truth I will tell, Since I've got here, I'll be what you will. Since you're an Exciseman, here you must remain, Y o u will never get out of this dark cell again ; The gates they are fast, and bind you secure. A l l this you must suffer for robbing the poor. Indeed Mr. Devil if you'll pity me, N o more will I rob the poor you shall s e e ; If you will look over, as you've done b e f o r e I never will rob the poor any more. �8 C o m e give me your money, which now I demand Before you can get to the christian land, O yes, Mr. Devil, the Exciseman did say, I wish to get back, for to see light of day. C H E R R Y RIPE. C H E R R Y ripe, cherry ripe, ripe I c r y ; Full and fair ones come and buy. Cherry ripe, cherry ripe, ripe I cry ; Full and fair ones come and buy. I f so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer there, W h e r e the sunbeams sweetly smile, There's the land or cherry isle. Cherry ripe, &c. W h e r e the sunbeams sweetly smile, There's the land of cherry isle. There plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow. Cherry ripe, cherry ripe, ripe I cry, Full and fair ones come and buy, Full and fair ones come and buy. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/4427442731bd7b476c5812383a636465.jpg 43d3fea5328a2dc5505c65974c99ca6f 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 Sir Neil and Glengyle, The Highland Chieftains, A tragical ballad. To which are added, The Drunken Exciseman, and Cherry Ripe. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923416823505154">s0153b17</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Drunken Exciseman Cherry Ripe Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm 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 Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://www.nls.uk/</a> Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Highlands Alcohol Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per National Library of Scotland Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Argyle, Scotland 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 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/9bc26dd9499fa803850987acf6aa1b57.pdf d37482409d9cec3fdc211f4123e1524e PDF Text Text SIR NEIL AND GLENGYLE, THE HIGHLAND CHIEFTAINS; A TRAGICAL BALLAD. AND THE DRUNKEN EXCISEMAN. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 5. �SIR NEIL AND GLENGYLE. In yonder Isle beyond Argyle, Where flocks and herds were plenty, Lived a rich Squire, whose sister fair Was the flower of all that country. A knight, Sir Neil, had wooed her long, Expecting soon to marry; A young Highland laird his suit preferred, Young, handsome, brisk and airy. Long she respected brave Sir Neil, Because he wooed sincerely. But as soon as she saw the young Glengyle, He won her most entirely. Till some lies unto her brother came, That Neil had boasted proudly, Of favours from that lady young, Which made him vow thus rudely. I swear by all our friendship past, Before this hour next morning. This knight or me shall breathe our last, He shall know he's scorning. �3 To meet on the shore where the loud waves roar, In a challenge he defied him, Ere the sun was up, these young men met. No living creature nigh them. What ails, what ails my dearest friend ? Why want ye to destroy me; I want no flattery, base Sir Neil, But draw your sword and try me. Why should I fight with you, M'Van, You ne'er have me offended; And if I aught to you have done, I'll own my fault, and mend it ? Is this your boasted courage, knave ? Who would not now despise thee ? But if thou still refuse to fight, I'll like a dog chastise thee. Forbear, fond fool, tempt not thy fate, Presume not now to strike me, There's not a man in all Scotland Can wield the broad-sword like me. Combined with guilt thy wond'rous skill From fate shall not defend thee, My sister's wrongs shall brace my arms, This stroke to death shall send thee. But this, and many a well aimed blow. The generous Baron warded, Being loath to harm so dear a friend, Himself he only guarded. �4 Till, mad at being sore abused, A furious push he darted, Which pierced the brains of bold M'Van, Who with a groan departed. Curse on my skill!—what have I done? Rash man ! —but thou would have i t ; You have forced a friend to take thy life, Who would have bled to save it. Why should I mourn for this sad deed, Since now it can't be mended, My happiness that seemed so nigh, By one rash stroke is ended. An exile into some strange land, To fly I know not whither, I must not see my lovely Ann, Since I have slain her brother. But casting round his mournful eyes, To see if none wore nigh them, There he espied the young Glengyle, Who like the wind came flying. I'm come too late to stop the strife, But since thou art victorious, I'll be revenged, or lose my life, My honour bids me do this. I know your bravery, young Glengyle, Though of life I am now regardless, Why am I forced my friends to kill, See, brave M'Van lies breathless. �5 Unhappy lad, put up thy blade, Tempt me no more I pray thee; This sword that pierced the, Squire so rude, Soon in the dust shall lay thee. Does it become so brave a knight ? Does blood so much affright thee ? Glengyle shall ne'er disgrace thy sword, Unsheath it, then, and fight me, Again with young Glengyle he closed, Intending not to harm him, Three times with gentle wounds him pierced. Yet never could disarm him. Yield up your sword to me, Glengyle, What on is our quarrel grounded? I could have pierced thy dauntless heart, Each time I have thee wounded. But if thou thinkest me to kill, In faith thou art mistaken, So, if thou scorns to yield thy sword, In pieces straight I'll break it. While talking thus, he quit his guard, Glengyle in haste advanced, And pierced his generous, manly breast, The sword behind him glanced. Then down he fell, and cries, I'm slain! Adieu to all things earthly; Adieu, Glengyle, the day's thy own, But thou hast gained it basely. �6 When tidings came to Lady Ann, Time after time she fainted, She ran and kissed their clay-cold lips, And thus their fate lamented. Illustrious, brave, but hapless men, This horrid sight does move me. My dearest friends rolled in their blood, The men that best did love me. O thou the guardian of my youth, My dear and only brother, For this thy most untimely fate, I'll mourn till life is over. And brave Sir Neil, how art thou fall'n, And withered in thy blossom, No more I'll love the treacherous man That pierced my hero's bosom. A kind and tender heart was thine, Thy friendship was abused ; A braver man ne'er faced a foe, Hadst thou been fairly used. For thee a maid I'll live and die, Glengyle shall ne'er espouse me ; And for the space of seven long years, The dowy black shall clothe me. �7 T H E D R U N K E N EXCISEMAN. I know that young folks like to hear a new song, Of something that's funny and not very long, It is of an Exciseman, the truth I will tell, Who thought that one night he was going to hell. Fal de lal, &c. One night he went out to look for his prey, He did meet with some smugglers as I heard them say, In tasting the liquors they were going to sell, The Exciseman got drunk, the truth I will tell. He got so intoxicated, he fell to the ground, And like a fat sow he was forced to lie down, Just nigh to a coal pit the Exciseman did lie, When four or five colliers by chance did come by. They shouldered him up, and hoised him away, Like a pedlar's pack without any delay, Into the bucket they handed him down, This jolly Exciseman they got under ground. The Exciseman awakened with terrible fear, Up started a collier, says, what brought you here ? Indeed, Mr. Devil, I don't very well know, But I think I am come to the regions below. �8 Says the collier, what was you in the world above? I was an Exciseman, and few did me love; Indeed, Mr. Devil, the truth I will tell, Since I have got here, I will be what you will. Since you're an Exciseman, here you must remain, You will never get out of this dark cell again; The gates they are fast, and bind you secure, All this you must suffer for robbing the poor. Indeed, Mr, Devil, if you'll pity me, No more will I rob the poor you shall see; If you will look over as you've done before, I never will rob the poor any more. Come, give me your money which now I demand, Before you can get to the christian land; 0 yes, Mr. Devil, the Exciseman did say, I wish to get back for to see light of day. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/082137accaa85898eb35eb67491ec152.jpg 4cdd87cda89b83be1d1a27cc632a98f7 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 3553 Width 2232 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 Sir Neil and Glengyle, the Highland Chieftains; a tragical ballad. And the Drunken Exciseman. Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Courtship and Marriage Crime Highlands Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Description An account of the resource '5' is printed at the foot of the title page Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per National Library of Scotland Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 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/alma9923416813505154">s0153b18</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 Argyle, Scotland Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Drunken Exciseman. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Abstract A summary of the resource. The majority of this chapbook describes the tragic love story of Ann, the sister of a Squire who is woo’d by two men, Sir Neil and Glengyle. When her brother finds out that Sir Neil has been spreading rumours that he has received sexual favours from the young woman, he calls out Sir Neil for a duel. Sir Neil does not want to fight his friend and tries not to injure him, but in fighting for his life, slays his friend. Glengyle shows up and attacks Sir Neil to avenge the fallen Squire and his sister. Again, Sir Neil does not wish to fight, and in the act of declaiming this, is slain by Glengyle. When Ann discovers the deaths of her brother and beau, she vows to not marry Glengyle but to live the rest of her life as a maid. The rest of the chapbook is filled by a humorous song of a corrupt Exciseman who gets drunk after sampling the liquors of smugglers and passes out by a coal pit. When the coal-workers discover the insensible man, they decide to teach him a lesson by hauling him down into the coal pit. Upon waking, the Exciseman is convinced that the coal pit is hell and the coal-man is the Devil, whereupon he swears he will change his ways if only they will let him back up out of hell. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland <a href="http://www.lib.uoguelph.ca/find/find-type-resource/archival-special-collections/scottish-studies">http://www.nls.uk/catalogues/main-catalogue-overview/</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. 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/14c01199a30391cd4f981c48d063ed01.jpg 96f31978ca50047d0716373740596873 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 2835 Width 1838 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/db7ef9a1a58cb6d736ff7387009a3bec.pdf 9c9ea61c97d0e48db51c6f6db26c7674 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 Sir Neil, and Glengyle. The Highland Cheftains. To which is added Unfortunate Miss Bailey! Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1825 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. Unfortunate Miss Bailey! Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a wolf on the title-page. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://www.nls.uk/</a> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #32 in a bound collection of chapbooks 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 Falkirk: [No publisher] https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/b024a8a2c4b769435cfd98580268796d.jpg 582dafc07c65bb3bab21cdaa20bc6000 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/b930088bc2b60fdd0dbb3ba415015197.pdf e59fc85f2300997b3a06792819552268 PDF Text Text ir William's ^Tilflrimajjc TO THE HIGHLANDS: A HEROIC 1S THREE 1T BALLAD, CANTOS. BY M A E T I N MAEBEJSTNETH. " And when he next doth ride abroad, May I be there to see." JOHN GILPIN. ABERDEEN: J A M E S M A C K A Y , 28 BOOKSELLER, SCHOOLHILL. 18 7 6. ��SIR WILLIAM'S PILGRIMAGE TO THE H I G H L A N D S . CANTO I. IR W I L L I A M was a Reverend Knight, Of ARIAN p e d i g r e e ; And he had jousted many a joust Against the Trinity. " 0 M—tl—d, dear," Sir William said, One day unto his squire, " I've fought a good Socinian fight Within this town and shire. " The Bible fortress I've attacked With Reason's sword and spear, And set the weary captives free That quaked with doubt and fear. Though traitor Moody and his crew Did sound a dread alarm, These Bulls of Bashan I attacked, And vanquished by my arm. �4 " And since the Lowlands we've released Upon the 4 Banks of Dee,' What sayest thou to a pilgrimage To set the Highlands free? " 44 With all my heart,'' the squire replied, 44 I'll enter on this strife; But we should set them wholly free From fears of future life; " Else thou wilt be again unhorsed, And trodden on the plain, As we have seen thee heretofore By K—11—y almost slain." 4 Me almost slain," Sir William said, " By such a stripling raw ! Against a self-created knight My sword I'd scorn to draw! " But, M—tl—d, setting jokes aside, Let's for the road prepare, Thou on thy little Bradlaugh nag, I on Sabellian mare. And see that thou hast provender, And hymn-books from our pews ; As I intend to journey on Unto the Isle of Lews. " For I have many captives there To free from triple chain; And Giant Orthodox, who keeps The castle, must be slain." Soon knight and squire were on the road Upon their prancing steeds, With hearts intent on enterprise Of high and stirring deeds. �5 Sir William bravely was arrayed In Gnostic coat of mail, And Praxean helmet, with a plume That waved in summer gale. On's left he wore a bossy shield With Arian arms inwrought; His right hand grasped a mighty spear, From Mcomedia brought. With sword of pure Socinian steel, And brazen spurs to boot, This tall and lanky warrior Was armed from head to foot. Sir William's pure Sabellian marc Of Unitarian grey, With shaggy tail and flowing mane, Stood restive for the way. Her saddle-bags were stuffed with tracts " By Hopps " on every " Page," With shafts from " Thalian " armoury Forged in Nicaean age. Squire M—tl—d also was arrayed In "Nihilistic B u f f ; " A sorry leering wag was he, Crammed full of Atheist stuff. 44 A " fool's cap " on his head he wore; From's back there hung a bag Of Bradlaugh's tracts, which dangled o'er The buttocks of his nag. Then off Sir William and his squire Rode, singing merrily, My heart is in the Highlands now, And far from Banks of Dee! " �6 CANTO II. O'er many a moor and fertile field, Past many a bog and cairn, Our knight and squire rode on until They reached the town of Nairn. Sir William then his vizor raised, And asked his trusty squire, ' What town is this with street so long, And many a pointed spire ? " A town," the pawky squire replied, " Famed in dissenting song, For Arian captives that are held In dungeons dark and strong." ' Dost tell me so ? " Sir William said, " To right their wrongs I burn ; Lo ! here are dungeons on the street Which I must overturn ! " 4 Those are not dungeons," said the squire, " But caravan with shows ; Should'st thou attack, thou'rt almost sure To come by broken nose." ' Nay, but they're dungeons," said the knight, " For Arian maidens fair; Here's at them, then, with couching lance And strong Sabellian mare ! " 4 �7 On this he made a furious charge, In quest of high renown ; And in his tilt he hit the mark, And bore a waggon down. And what a tumult then ensued ! Wild beasts within their cage Were overturned, and growled, and roared, And tore the bars with rage. The showmen, with their heated irons And whips, came out to see What madman freak was this that brought Them into jeopardy; Whilst, the spectator crowd within Were struck with dread alarm, Lest the ferocious prisoners Should 'scape and do them harm. Sir William, when he saw his plight, Like Daniel in the den, Cried out that he might be set free From beasts and furious men. Yet, setting more reliance on His speed than on his prayer, He dashed his rowels in the sides Of his Sabellian mare; And off she galloped through the town, 'Mid shouts along the way, '' A craven knight! a craven knight! On's Unitarian grey ! " Meanwhile, Squire M—tl—d, to get free, Had had a tougher job ; For round his Bradlaugh nag there pressed A roaring, raging mob. �8 Some seized upon his horse's tail; Some seized upon his bags ; They cuffed him right, they cuffed him left, And tore his " buff " to rags. And when they saw the Atheist tracts, They cried, in frantic rage, " Let's throw the little Bradlaugh pup Into the lion's cage! " But little wist they M—tl—d's nag, How it could kick and fling, And force the multitude to fly And form a spacious ring. The wily squire perceived a lane, And quickly galloped through ; And, joining with his gallant knight, They soon rode out of view. CANTO III. Our knight and squire had journeyed on For many a weary day, Until they landed on the pier Of Celtic Stornoway; That town so famed in Isle of Lews For stores of ling and cod, As to be deemed a worthy place For royalty's abode. �9 " What means this solemn silence ? " said Sir William to his squire; " The tolling bells, and men and maids All in their best attire ? " The squire replied, " There is to-day A Friday tournament Amongst 4 the men ' from near and far, On knightly errand bent. " In open air they waged the fight, 'Neath Giant Orthodox; Who o'er their jousting does preside Within a wooden Box." " And hast thou found him " , said the knight, 4 4 Whom I have sought with care ? 0 lead me up against him now, On my Sabellian mare ! " " I've got a gillie," said the squire, " To lead us to the place : Prepare, then, stalwart knight to meet The Giant face to face." Through many a lane and devious path The gillie led them on, Until they reached the tournament, And saw the Giant's Throne. Forthwith Sir William couched his lance 'Gainst Giant Orthodox, And spurring his Sabellian mare, Soon overturned the Box. " Now, yield thee o'er ", Sir William said, " To Unitarian faith, Else with my Nicodemian spear I'll pin thee to the heath." �10 The Giant, sprawling on the ground, Turned round and frowning said, " 0 recreant knight! I backward hurl Thy challenge at thy head! " New, all th' assemblage of the plebs With indignation burned, To see their chieftain thus laid low, And's wooden Box o'erturned. The Celtic knights rushed in to guard Their fallen chief with care, And forced Sir William to retire On his Sabellian mare. The Giant rose and mounted soon His Athanasian steed, So famed for Anti-Arian tilts, And prowess for the Creed. In coat of mail he was arrayed, Of Biblic texture stout; And girdle of Westminster Faith Did compass him about. A helmet on his head he wore, Of Augustinian mould, With crest of wond'rous Trinity, Inwove in gems and gold. On's left he bore a ponderous shield O'erclad with hide of " Bull With figures bold of Calvin, Knox, And Horsley drawn in full. That deadly Homoousian spear He brandished in the air, Which once o'erwhelmed the Arian hosts, And drove them to despair. �11 Of the " same substance " was the sword He girt upon his thigh ; Captured from Arian armoury, To smite that Heresy. Then, standing boldly on the lists, With crowds of people round, He sent a challenge to our knight, To joust on equal ground. Sir William, when he saw the mien Of Giant Orthodox, Looked round with sheepish agony, Upon the Celtic folks; For now he wished himself at home Upon the Banks of Dee, Where he could joust with paltry foes Against the Trinity. Come ! Come ! what means this dallying ? " Said then his trusty squire, 'Gainst foe that's worthy of thy steel, Display thy wonted fire." At this, Sir William couched his lance, And, goaded by despair, Bushed onward madly to the lists, On his Sabellian mare. The Giant deftly caught the spear Upon his hide of " Bull," And with his Homoousian shaft Cracked poor Sir William's skull! The vanquished knight upon the spot Was of his armour stripped, And M—tl—d, by the Celtic knights, Was caught and soundly whipped. �12 The tracts torn out from saddle-bags Were read with furious ire, And with Sir William's effigy In scorn were burnt with fire. Sir William, waking found himself Upon a lonely heath, Where round him desolation reigned, And silence still as death. " 0 shade of Arius ! " said our knight, " Behold thy Champion strong Left naked in a desert place, By savage Highland throng! 0 treacherous Giant Orthodox ! Thou most ungenerous foe ! 1 will pursue thee unto death, And to eternal woe ! " A changed, but not a wiser man, Our knight came back to Dee ; To rhyme and rave 'gainst Nature and " The Old Theology." 0 ye who hear this maniac rail, 'Gainst Luther, Calvin, Knox, Remember how his skull was cracked By Giant Orthodox. FINIS. � 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 Sir William's pilgrimage to the Highlands: a heroic ballad, in three cantos Subject The topic of the resource Highlands Religion and Morals War Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1876 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/alma9953134483505154">s0255b37</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 Aberdeen, Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 12 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. A satirical and allegorical story of a knight and his squire who go on a pilgrimage to the Highlands in order to free them from the dread giant of Orthodoxy. The two heretical figures, clad in the armor of ‘heresy’ and Arian and Unitarian faith epically fail in their quest, first attacking a traveling menagerie and then falling to the religiously righteous giant of Orthodox and his Celtic knights. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <p dir="ltr">National Library of Scotland<a href="http://www.nls.uk/">http://www.nls.uk/</a></p> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #9 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks 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 high 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 Aberdeen: James MacKay, Bookseller 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 # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date:1871-1880 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: James MacKay https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/c3fafb168323c2b559083e9a24836f72.pdf 6a95d4513471523b2f8ae74a8cb5bff9 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/9ee7cbc6eeceade59220c61759297ee3.jpg cb34dcce80a0a78bd161786db26d0b51 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 2896 Width 1711 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 Six Excellent New Songs: Royal Charley's Now Awa'. White Cockade. Farewell my Dame. Will you go to Sherriff-Muir. to Daunton me. Todlen Hame. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1825 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. Royal Charley's Now Awa'. White Cockade. Farewell my Dame. Will you go to Sherriff-Muir. To Daunton me. Todlen Hame. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a sun with a face on the title-page. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Falkirk Songs Ballads Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://www.nls.uk/</a> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #2 and #48 in a bound collection of chapbooks 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 Falkirk: [No publisher] https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/cda9b5c3eaf6b377867124d5da2bede3.pdf 2762d2cb3afd3a7945a9b2fb70cf5f40 PDF Text Text SIX EXCELLENT NEW WHY FAIR MAID IN EV'RY FEATURE MARCH AND ON: WI CHARLIE SEE'THE SHIP. KIND ROBIN LOES ME. THE HERO COMES. ANO TWEED SIDE.- Falkirk—Printed in th« year 1826. �2 WHY F A ® MAID IN ETR7 FEAITOH • Why fair maid in- evry. feature. Are such signs of fear exprest. Can a wandering wretelied creature. With such terror fill thy breast. Da my frenzhd looks alarm thee ? Trust me sweet thy fears are vain. Not for kingdoms Would-1- Harm thee. Shun hot then poor Crazy Jane. Dost thou weep totee my ariguiftfi}' Mark irie and avoid my. woe:;. . When men flatter sigh and languish, Think them false I found them so, For I loved, -Qlrm mnem^f* None could ever love again, But the,youth I lovd. so dearly, Stole the wits of Crazy Jane® Fondly my young heart received him, Which was doomed to love but one, He siglrd, he vow'd and I believ'd Lim, He was fake, and I undone. From that hour has reason never, Held her empire ocer my brain, Henry fled—with him for ever, F l e d ' m mU «f Ottoy ta* _ �. • • 4 There's no a traitor in his claw, There's no a'heart there's no a k n ' , Bat when the notes o' weir is blawn, and en wi* Charlie. It's wlia dare now on Charlie fraWn, * Or tread the northern thistle dowp9 Eor Scotland's right and Scotland's crown. We'll owre the Mils wi' Charlie. SEE THE SHIP, Sa9 the ship in the bay is riding* Dearest Helen f go from thee, Boldly go in thy love confiding, O sr the deep' ami the trackless sea. When thy Sov'd form no mo-re is near ms, When thy sweet smile no longer I see, This soothing thought shall at midnight cheer me. My love is breathing a prayer for me* When the thunder of w ir is roaring, And the ballets around m e fly, When the rage of the tempest pouring, Blends the billowy sea and sky. �Now forlorn and brokencarted* And with frenzied'tboughts beset. On that spot where W t we parted,- • On. that spot where iiist we met* Still Ifringmy love-loin dittyj, Still I slowly pace the plain, While, each passerby in pity. Cries Clod jhelptUee Crazy Jane. MARCH AND ON WT CHARLIE Air—'Whistle' o'er the Javep't I've heard the muircodk's .early craw* I've seen -the morning's rosy, daw, But this is Wittiest o* them a9, To march awa Wi Charlie. Our Scottish flags like streamers ware It's Charlie's sel that leads the brav«k We winna flinch nor fear a grave* • But stand or fa' w? Charlie' �6 He's tall m& sonsy frank miI m-m* 1 by a' and dear to me, W¥ him I'd live wi' him f d die, 'Because iny Roliin loes me, • My titty. Mary iakl to me,'- . Our courtship but a joke wad%% And !. or larig be made to gee*' * . That Robin didna loe me. ; . . Put little ken she what has been, Me arid my honest Hob between, And in his woo-ng O, sae keen* Kind Robin is that loes Then Hee ye lazy hours away. And hasten on the happy day, : When "join your handr':Mess Johnshallsay And mak Lim mine that loes me* . Till then let every chance unite, To weigh our love and fix delight, And 111 look down on a wiV Wha doubt that Robin loe® Hie, O hey, Robia quo she* O hey, Robin quo she^ O hey, Robin quo she, .: ' Kisad Robin lorn me» �5 Then shall my heart to fear & stranger, Cherish its fondest hopes for the, This dear reflection disarming danger* My love is breathing a prayer for me. This dear rejection disarming danger. My love is breathing a prayer for me, KIND ROBIN LOES MB, Robin is my osily For Roi iia has the art toloe, So to his snit I mean to bow, Because I ken he loes me. Happy happy was the shower, That led ine to his birken bower, Wbare first of love I fand the power* And ken'd that Kobin loed me. They speak of napkins, speak of ring% Speak of gloves, and kissing-strings^ And name a thoimid bonny things And ca' them sighns he loes me* Bnl I 'd prefer a smack & Rob, Sporting on the velvet fog, To gifts as lang's a plaiden wob* Because I ken he loes me* % �TEE % HEEO COMES, If©. the feero cornug, fdniHis Sound* sound your trumpet^ beat, t&ai ^out From po'i t to port let cannons roar, He's welcome to the British shore. Welcome, welcome, welcome, ^welcome, Welcome t© the British shore. Prepare, prepare, your song prepare, Loudly, loudly, rend the echoing air; F* om jole, to pole your joys rasouiftfc For virtue is vvitfi glory crown'd. • . Virtue, virtue, virtue, virtue, Virtue is with glory crowned. TWEED SIDE, What beauties does Flora disclose, How sweet are her smiles upon tweed, Vet Marys still sweeter than' those, Both nature and fancy-exceed. No daisy nor sweet blushing rose. Nor all the gay flow rs of the field, Nor tweed gliding gently thro" lhosef Such beauty and pleasure does yield* �m I r 1.! K§ gar cltann&r where do thy flocks stray, O tell me at noon where they feed, Shall I seek them en eweet winding tay Or tlie ple&s&uter banks upoii twaed.. FALKIRK: PMmsn It TJUOM» l$26, � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/589a0bded0b356750900efe28301f60d.jpg 20223d8e8f51780c206c5582b3e3a028 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 2954 Width 1772 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 Six Excellent New Songs: Viz. Why Fair Maid in ev'ry Feature. March and on we Charlie. See the Ship. Kind Robin Loes Me. The Hero Comes. and Tweed Side. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1826 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. Why Fair Maid in ev'ry Feature. March and on we Charlie. See the Ship. Kind Robin Loes Me. The Hero Comes. Tweed Side. 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 #43 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Chapbooks - Scotland - Falkirk 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 and Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Falkirk: [No publisher] 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/2a4877ec31678330d13d2d7079a93497.pdf 1199933573818fe7cd2d29ddd373cadd PDF Text Text SIX SsceUent Songs. A L L E N - A-DALE. THE YOUTHFUL SQUIRE. BY T H E MARGIN OF Z U R I C H ' S W A T E R S . T H E R O V E R ' S BRIDE, THE CHIEFTAIN'S DAUGHTER. SIR JOHN T H E G R A M E . GLASGOW: PftJNTEB FOR THE BOOKS EL LEES, 58. �SONGS. ALLEN-A-DALE. Allen-a-dale has 110 faggot for burning, Allen-a-dale has no furrow for turning, Allen-a-dale has 110 fleece for the spinning, Yet Allen-a-dale has red gold for the winning. Come read me my riddle, come hearken my tale, And tell me the craft of bold Allen-a-dale. The Baron of Ravensworth prances in pride, And he yiews his domain upon Arkindale side, The mere for his net, and the lamb for his game, The chase for the wild, and the park for the tame ; Yet the fish of the lake, and the deer of the vale* Are less free to Lord Dacre than Allen-a-dale. Allen-a-dale was ne'er belted a knight, Tho' his spur be as sharp, and his blade be as bright; Allen-a-dale is no baron or lord, Yet twenty tall yeomen will draw at his word; And the best of our nobles his bonnet will veil, Who at Rerecross or Stanmore meets Allen-a-dale, Allen-a dale to his wooing is come, The mother she ask'd of his household and home ; �5 4 Tho* the castle of Richmond stands fair on the hill, My hall,' quoth bold Allen, * shows gallanter still; the blue vault of heaven, with its crescent so pale, And with all his bright spangles,' said Allen-a-dale. The father was steel, and the mother was stone, T h e j lifted the latch and bade him begone ; But loud on the morrow their wail and their cry— He had laugh'd on the lass wi' his bonnie black eye ; And she fled to the forest to hear a love-tale, knd the youth it was told by was Allen-a-dale. SIR JOHN T H E G R A M E . Twas in and about the Martinmas time, When the green leaves were a-falling, That Sir John Grame o' the west country Fell in love with Barbara Allan. He sent his man down through the town. To the place where she was dwelling, O haste and come to my master dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan. O hooly rose she up and came To the place where he was lying, And drew the curtain by, and said, Young man, I think you're dying. 0 it's I'm sick, I'm very sick, And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan, 0 the better for me ye's never be, Though your heart's blood were a spilling. �0 dinna ye mind, young man, she said, "When the red wine ye were filling, That ye made their healths go round and rou»d# And slighted Barbara Allan ? He turn'd his face unto the wall, And death was with him dealing, Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, And be kind to Barbara Allan. O slowly, slowly raise she up, And slowly, slowly left him, And sighing, said, she could not stay, Since death of life had reft him. She had not gane a mile but twa, When she heard the death-bell knelling, Ajid every jow that the death-bell gied, It c r y w o to Barbara Allan. O mother, mother, make my bed, O make it saft and narrow, Since my love died for me to-day, i l l die for him to-morrow. T H E Y O U T H F U L SQUIRE, My father had no child but me, And all his care continually, Was for to have me married well, But under fortune's frown I felL �5 For to an old miser lie wedded me, His age it was three-score and three, And I myself about seventeen,—I wish his face I ne'er had seen, For when that I abroad do go, To meet a friend, to chat, or so ; If any man should salute me, It more increases his jealousy. A youthful squire did drink to me, I pledg'd with him my modesty; Thought it no harm, yet nevertheless, My husband did my shoulders dress. And when that we do go to bed, To reap the joys for which we wed ; He does so kick and pinch me too, That he my limbs leaves black and blue* Next morning when that I arose, I straight in haste put on my clothe^ And as he lay asleep in bed, I with a ladle broke his head. He took a stick and at me run, I took another—so begun, And round the room did beat him well, Until upon his knees he fell �5 For every blow I gave him ten, And ask'd would he be jealous again ; No, no, no, no, my loving wife, If you will now but spare my life. THE CHIEFTAIN'S DAUGHTER Boatman, boatman, row me over, Row me over the flowing tide ; Nought but thanks have I to offer, Thou shalt have gold when I'm a bride ; Lady, not for gold I crave thee, But the night is wild and dark, And in such an angry water, I do dread to launch my bark. Boatman, boatman, row me over, &e. Boatman, 'tis nt)t wind or water That can turn a maiden's vow ; Know'st thou I'm Lord Ronald's daughter ? Boatman, wilt thou venture now ? Lady fair, an old man blame not, I have wife and children three, But to serve my chieftain's daughter, I will brave the storm for thee. Boatman, 'tis not wind or water, &c. Now the bark hath kiss'd the billow, Like some wild bird it flies to shore ; A hand hath ta'en Lord Ronald's daughter, And the boatman returns with gold in store. �5 Oft on night as dark and stormy, Seated in his old arm-chair, The aged sailor tells the story Of his chieftain's daughter fair. Boatman, boatman, row me over, &c. T H E R O V E R ' S BRIDE. Oh if you loye me, furl your sails, Draw up your boat on shore ; Come tell me tales of midnight gales, But tempt their might no more : — Oh stay, Kate whisper'd, stay with me> Fear not, the Rover cried, Yon bark shall be a prize for thee, I'll seize it for my bride. The boat was in pursuit—it flew, The full sails bent the mast, Poor Kate well knew the Rover's crew Would struggle to the last. And ceaselessly for morning's light She pray'd upon her knees, For all the night the sounds of fight Were borne upon the breeze. When morning came, it brought despaii. The Rover's boat was gone, Kate rent her hair, one bark was there, • Triumphant, but alone. �She sought the shore, she brav'd the storm, A corpse lay by her side, She strove to warm the Rover's form, Then kiss'd his lips, and died. B Y T H E M A R G I N OF F A I R ZURICH'S WATERS. By the margin of fair Zurich's waters, Dwelt a youth whose fond heart night and day For the fairest of fair Zurich's daughters, In a dream of love melted away. If alone, no one bolder than he, But with her none more timid could be ; " O h list to me, dearest, I pray," When she did so, he only could say—'4 Lack well a day!" By the margin of fair Zurich's waters, At the close of a sweet summer's day ; To the fairest of fair Zurich's daughters, This fond youth found at last tongue to say, 44 I'm in love, as thou surely must see, Could I love any other but thee? 0 say, then, wilt thou be my bride?" Can you tell how the fair one replied? I leave you to guess, Of course she said, 4 4 Yes V1 � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/d754310bbde33303b3b78d4bb14ddac3.jpg 3fef52330b3cc2444a2d3ca796f9ad55 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Illustration on title page of a tall ship at sea Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Allen-A-Dale The Youthful Squire By the Margin of Zurich's Waters The Rover's Bride The Chieftain's Daughter Sir John the Grame Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland</a> <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> 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 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Ravensworth, Yorkshire, England Accrual Method The method by which items are added to a collection. 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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 # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Outdoor Scene Transportation: ship/boat(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/c4d10864343bcf20f613b7d79571665c.jpg c6a74b2d09715180579803ae17e64656 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 1900 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/cdf586da5e2115a512d7a253336b1fd4.pdf a9f7dd0e4f79338101c5cc0027484ded PDF Text Text SIX EXCELLENT § © W ® S, CLARINDA. THE HIGHLAND PLAID. v M U S I N G O N T H E R O A R I N G OCEANL A RED, RED ROSE; THE YOUNG HIGHLAND 'Jtm&m^ ' A MOTHER'S L A M E N T FOR T H E .DEATH O F H E R SON. 3tfi g^aua ^ b s r f a w l l a o s r l r ^ s a i l a w fisiil NE WTOmSTJEWART PRINTED, AND RETAIL SOLD : WHOLESALE B Y J. M ' N A i R i N t AND �THE HIGHLAND PLAID, L O W L A N D lassie, wilt thou go Where the hills are clad wi' snow; Where beneath the icy steep, The hardy "shepherd tends his sheep? Ill nor wae ahall thee betide, When row'd within my Highland plaid. Soon the voice of cheery spring Will gar a' our plantings ring ; Soon our bonny heather braes Will put on their simmer claes; On the"xnontain's sunny side, We'll lean us on my Highland plaid. When the simmer spreads the flower's Busk's the glen in leafy bowr's, Then we'll seek thee caller shade, Lean uspn the primrose bed: While the burning hours preside. I'll screen thee wi' my Highland plaid, �M Then we'll leave the sheep and goat, I will launch the honnv boat, Skim the loch wi' canty glee, Rest the oars to pleasure thee ; When chily breezes sweep ,the tide, I'll hap thee wi' my Highland p! aid. Lowland lads may dress mair fin^ .q W o o in words mair saft than mine; Lowland ladshaemair of art, A ' my boast's an honest heart, .V'H) ^fTJW ?fB98 Dili £ LliT Whilk shall ever be my pride; O row thee in my Highland plaid. :hjjh oili 'iw ilslfri bjBoi (nit bnA Bonny lad, ye've been sae leal, M v heart would break at our farewell; Lang your love has made me fain, Take me, take me for your ain! 'Cross the Frith, away then glide, Young Dor,aid and his Lowland bridev>vor yr;i ,nrB|s smo'j (lift I bnA VtuUfifoffa isbt o v m ti 'otfT �A RED, R E D ROSE: O my luve's like a red, red rose. That's newly sprung in June. I 0 my love's like tlie melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art tliou, my bonnielass, So deep in hive am I ; And 1 will luve thee still my dear, ! Till i a' the seas gang dry. T i l l a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun; 1 will love thee still my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel? my only luve, And fare thee weel, a while! And I will come again, my luve, Tho' it vere ten thousand mile, �5 CLAIiiNDAo Clarinda, mistress of my soul, The measured time is run! The wretch beneath the dreary pole. So marks his latest sun. T o what dark cave of frozen night Shall poor Sylvander hie; Depr'v'd of thee, his life and light. The sun of all his joy. W e part,—but by these precious drops ; That fill thy lovely eyes! No other light shall guide my steps. Till thy bright beams arise. '• ' 1 ,^'OfJ ffijfel -JrM W She, the fair sun of all her sex, Has blest my glorious day : And shall a glimmering planet fix M y worship to its ray? n7'J �Q A MOTHER'S L A M E N T FOR OF I i E R SON, Fate gave the word, the i THE I)EAT] < ntekn ^ i^sped^ ^ And pierc'dmy darlings heart : And with him all the joys are fled Life can to me impart. B y cruel hands the sapling drops, In dust dishonour,d laid: So fell the pride of all my hopes, M y age's future shade. <1 The mother linnet in the brake Bewails her ravished young ; So I, for my lost daring's sake, Lament the live-day long. [di Uh teilT rH^il ledio o rid vdi ffiT Death oft I've fear'd thy fatal blow, Now, fond I bare my breast, O do thou kindly lay me low With him I love at rest! (ax tsold eell raib 8 fhsda Im i �THE YOUNG H I G H L A N D ROVER* Loud blaw the fi osty breezes, The snows the mountains cover ; Like winter on me seizes, Since my young highland rover Far wanders nations over. Where'er he go, where'er he stray, May Heaven be his warden : Return him safe to fair Strathspey, And bonnie Castle-Gordon. The trees now naked groaning, Shall soon wi' leaves be hinging, The birdies dowie moaning, Shall a' be blythely singing, And every (lower be springing. Sae I'll rejoice the lee*lang d ay, When by his mighty warden M y youth's returned to fair Strathspey, And bonnie Castle-Gordon. �MUSING ON T H E R O A R I N G OCEAN. Musing on the roaring ocean, Which divides my love and m e ; Wearying heaven in warm devotion, 9iUj For his weal where'er he be. Hope and fear's alternate billow Yielding late to nature's law, Whisp'ring spirits round my pillow Talk of him that's far awa. *:.. ' Ot'-i' * (Oil'. : il j'.l Ye whom sorrow never wounded, Ye who never shed a tear, Care-untroubled, joy-surrounded ? Gaudy day to you is dear. Gentle night do thou befriend me : Downy sleep the curtain draw; Spirits kind, again attend me, Talk of him that's far awa, , i v. '§i:ra r^i oi bwwtei . 1 yd rod'// tiliaoy yrV tes/J oidwd hik � 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 Six Excellent Songs. Clarinda. The Highland Plaid. Musing on the Roaring Ocean. A Red, Red Rose. The Young Highland Rover. A Mother's Lament for the Death of her Son. 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. 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University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</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 the public domain; For higher quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks -- Scotland -- Newton Stewart Highlands 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 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/30612cdb25f16bfbed22b616ee66b7f8.pdf 6fbff53a64281f314521feacc19597e8 PDF Text Text Six Excellent Farewell to Lochaber, Harvest home. Mary's Dream. Roslin Castle. The Soldier slumbering after war All's welL NEWTON-STEW ART v . ; Printed and Sold, W ^ M W h U Retail, by J. M'Nai-kn.. �F A R E W E L L TO L O C H A B E I t Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean, Where heartsome wf thee I hae mony clays been ; For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more, We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more. These tears that I shed they are a' for my dear, And no for the dangers attending an wier; Though borne on rougli seas to a far bloody shore, Maybe to return to Lochaber no more. Though hurricanes rise, and raise ev'ry wind, They'll ne'er make a tempest like that in my mind : Tho' loudest of thunders on louder waves] roar, That's naething like leaving my love on the shore. To leave thee behind me my heart is sair pain'd, But by ease that's inglorious no fame can be gain'd ; 'And beauty and love's the reward of the brave ; JVnd I maun deserve it before I can craves �Then glory, my Jeany, maun plead my excuse ; Since honour commands me, how can I refuse? Without it I ne'er can have merit for thee, And losing thy favour I'd better not be, I gae, then, my lass, to win glory and fame, And if I should chance to come gloriously hame, I'll bring a heart to thee with love running o'er, And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more. T H E H A R V E S T HOME Hail, hail to the merry harvest home, To sports, apt! song, and nappy ale Let Bv^ry friend and neighbour come* No proud distinctions here pravail. The master and the humble hind Pass the jest with equal glee ; The wife is as the master kind, And all is hospitality. �^ssmmsL 4 Now rustic Robin sings-. of Ipve, And giggling Jane approves the Jay ; Anon the merry dancers, move, While gaily gaily glide the hours away. IlaiV 9 I Untied each.tongue,. unlock'd each heart, Good humour ut) corrupted flows : Ho* grief till daylight bids them part, Such joy the harvest home bestows. Hail, MARY'S DREAM. i i T|ie moon had cjimhed the highest hiitl That rises.o'er the source of Dee, And from the Eastren summit ^hed Her silver light on 16w'r and tree ; When Mary laid her dc^vn to sleep, Her thoughts on San dy, far at sea : When soft and low a voice was heard, Saying, "Mary, weep no more for me She from her pillow gently raided Her head, to a^k who there might be, And saw young Sandy shivring stand, With palid cheek and hollow e'e. ^O, Mary dear ! cold is my clay, It lies beneath a stormy sea;.. �| Far, far from tha^e I^leeppn, death, So Mixrf weep no more for me. ^Tln-ee atormy nights and stormy days, We tost upon the raging main, And long we strove our hark to save, But all Aur striving was in vainr. E'en then, wh^n horror chiird my blood, My heart was ftU'd with love for thee, The storm Is past, and I at rest, So, Mary, weep no more for me. ! mai4e^denvl thyself prepare, We soon; .shall meet.upon that shore Where love >s free frow do^bt or care, And thou ^nd I shall part no more. iLfOud erow'd tha cook the sln*dowtled ! Nor^mo^e pi Sandy .could she see ) But soft the passing spirit said, 0 M$ry ! weep np more for mp. Twas in that season of the year, When all things gay and sweet appeal, That Ooliti with the morning ray Arose, and sung his rural lay : Of Nanny^ charms the shepherd sung— The hills and dales with Nanny rung j �6 While Roslin Castle h* a*d the swain, And echo'd back the cheerful strain, Aake, sweet muse! the breathing spr W ith rapture warms, awake arid sing Aake and join the vocal throng, M ho hail the morning with their song. To Nanny raise the cheerful lay, O bid her haste and crime away ; In sweetest smiles herself adorn, And add new graces to the morn. O hark, my love ! on every spray Each feather'd warbler tunes his lay ; 'Tis beauty fires the ravMi'd throng, And love inspires the melting song < i Then hk rny raptured rrotes ^rMe/ For beauty darts from Naiin5^s eyes And love my rising bosom warms, And fills riiy soul with sweet alarms, O ! come, my love ! thy Colirfs lay With rapture calls : O come away ! Come, while the muse this wreath si twine. , j Around that modest brow of thine. C) hither haste, and with thee bringThat beauty blooming like the spring ; Those graces that divinely shine, And charm this ravish'd breast...of mine. �7 THE SOLDIER SLUMBERING AFTER WAR. the soldier slumbering after war, Dreams he Hears the cannons roar ; And mutt'ring trumpets from afar, Rouse him to the tight once more. But, if he wakes, the gentle strains Of happy peace around, him move ; For other.raptures fill his v^ns, And sounds of war give place to tales of love. The soldier, tranquil pfiter Heeds no more the din of arms ; The trumpet, nor the drum from far, Rouse him with their rude alarms ; But softer strains and softer airs His bosom charm, and bid to share All that a grateful land prepares, And hails the hero guardian of the fair, "Wo d* -JsfHf 21 ctno'tB r;;!T The soldier, tranquil still in peace, Thinks how oft the field was won ; And while the strifes of nations cease, Tells the story to his son ; While all around the vet'ran creep, And hear how he has bled to save ; The mother and th^ daughter weep, ^ e t join to bless the hero and the brave, �8 ALL'S WELL, The British tar no ppril knows, But fearless, braves the angry deep ; 1 The ship's his cradle of'repose, And sweetly rocks him to his sleep, He, though the raging surges swell, In his hammock swings, While the steersman sings Steady she go&s —all's well. While to the main-top yard he springs, 1 An English vessel heaves in view, He asks—but 4t no letter brings From bonny Kate, he loves so true. Than sighs he for his native dell, 1 Yet to hope he clings, While the steesmari sings Steady she goes—all's well. \ The storm is past—the battle's o'er, 1 Nature and man repose in peace ; ;1 Then homeward bound, on England's sho •He hopes for joys that ne'er will'cease. His Kate's sweet voice those joys idretf| And his big heart springs, While the steersman sings Steady sh£ goes—airs well. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5a54b68c27ea0854e718e512248dffa7.jpg 5afe705a2c6334befadc14c434af5192 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 1590 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 Six Excellent Songs. Farewell to Lochaber. Harvest home. Mary's Dream. Roslin Castle. The Soldier slumbering after war. All's well. 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. Farewell to Lochaber. Harvest home. Mary's Dream. Roslin Castle. The Soldier slumbering after war. All's well. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1820-1837] per National Library of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a mother beside her baby in a cradle on the title-page. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks--Scotland--Newton-Stewart Songs Ballads Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://www.nls.uk/</a> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #4 in a bound collection of chapbooks 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 Newton-Stewart: Printed and sold wholesale and retail by J. McNairn