32 10 639 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ba0b282f75705ee4b9e10cd86c01e857.jpg 14c98ab9ce9a04acbc5157e2ce5606af 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 2717 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 Four Popular Songs: viz. What Murrian Now, The German Lairdie. Kenmure's on and awa, and The Miller 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. What Murrian Now. The German Lairdie. Kenmure's on and awa. The Miller. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1825-1826?] 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 #10 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a marriage scene on the title-page. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Falkirk 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/searchb.cfm" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/searchb.cfm">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/searchb.cfm</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. https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ff18d6191b21e883e1ef51ac4cf35ffc.pdf d2c0b0d56f287aa4010e253ce69be67d PDF Text Text No. 4. Four New SONGS. William Burke. The Wind blew the Bonny Lassie's Plaidy awa. Great need of a Wife. Logan Braes. NEWTON-STEWART . Printed and Sold, Wholesale and Retail, by J. M'Nairn. �2 WILLIAM BURKE. O Burke, cruel man, how detested thy name is T h y dark deeds of blood are a stain on our times O savage, relentless, forever infamous, Long, long will the world remember thy crimes. Thrice ten human beings, weep all you who hear it, Wore caught in his snares, and destroy'd in his den The shades of thy victims may chide thy vile spirit, O Burke cruel monster thou basest of men. The weary, the old and the way faring stranger, Were woo'd by his kindness and led to his door, But little knew they that the path led to danger, O little knew they that their wanderings were o'er. little knew they that the beams of the morning, To wake them to brightness, would shine all in vain, And little their friend knew, who watched their returning That they were ne'er more to return back again. O gather the bones of the murderd together, And gave them a grave in some home of the dead, That their poor weeping friends with sad hearts may go thither, And shed tears of sorrow above their cold bed. Ye great men of learning, ye fiends of dissection, Who travell'd thro' blood to the temple of gain, And bought human life for your hateful inspection, O give the poor friends the white bones of the slain. �3 But woe to the riches and skill thus obtained, Woe to the wretch that would injure the dead. And woe to his portion whose fingers are stained With the red drops of life that he cruely shed. Tho' Burke has been doom'd to expire on the gallows, The vilest that ever dishonoured the tree, Yet some may survive him whose hearts are as callous, O, who will be safe if the tigers be free. Let none e'er reside in the crime marked dwellings, For ever disgraced by Burke and by Hare, May the cold damp of horror lie dark on their ceilings. And their pale ghastly walls still be dismal and bare. Let their guilt and their gloom speak of nothing but terror. Some dark deeds of blood to the stranger declare; And ages to come ever mark them with horror, f o r the ghosts of the murdered will still gather there, T H E W I N D B L E W T H E BONNY LASSIE'S PLAIDY AWA. Brave flesher Rab that lived in Crief, A bonny bonny lassie came to buy some beef, He took her in his arms and down she did fa' And the wind blew the bonny lassies plaidy awa' Her plaidy awa' her plaidy awa, The wind blew the bonny lassie's plaidy awa, �4 He took her in his arms and down she did fa' And the wind blew the bonny lassie's plaidy awa. The piaidy was lost and cculdna be found, The deil's in the plaid it's awa wi' the wun' But what shall I say to the auld folks ava, Idaurnasay the wind blew the plaidy awa. It was no lang after the plaidy was lost. Till the bonny bonny laesie grew thick in the waist, And Raby was blamed for the hale of it a', And the wind blawing the bonny lassie's plaidy awa. Then Rabby was summoned to answer the session. They a' cryed out ye maun mak' a confession, But Rabby ne'er answered them ae word ava, But the wind blew the bonny lassie's plaidy awa. The auld wife came in poor Rabby to accuse. The ministers and elders began to abuse Poor Rabby for trying to make ane into twa, But Rabby said the wind blew the plaidy awa, The lassie was sent for to come there hresel, She looked in his face says ye ken how i fell, And ye had the cause o't ye daurna say na, Twas then that the wind blew the plaidy awa. Rab looks in her face and gead a bit smile, He says my bonny lassie I winna you beguile, �5 The minister is here he'll mak' o' us twa. That will pay the plaid that the wind blew awa. The whisky was sent for to mak' a' things right The Minister and Elders they sat a' the night, And lang before the cock began for to craw, The wind blew the bonny lassie's plaidy aw a. Now Rab and his lassie are joined hand in hand, They live as contented as ony in the land, And when he gets fu' he minds o' the fa' And sings the wind blew the bonny lassie's plaidy awa. G R E A T N E E D OF A W I F E . Lassie, I'm in need of a wife, And place a good one in her stead. I do weary myself every day, A travelling from day light till gloaming, Lassies I'm greatly astray, The way to find out a good woman, I fear there is few to he had. I dont wish for one that has gold, Nor one that was brought up in a city. I I had one, but no mean for �6 I never will marry a scold, Nor one who does think herself pretty. For a beauty's infected with pride, And a scolding wife is a heart-breaking, Before to a scold I'd be tied, I'd suffer with bugs to be eaten, For jarring I cannot abide. I don't wish to wed one that's young, For fear she would crown me with horns, To take one that's both deaf and dumb, Would be a worse plague than the corns. I'll not take a wife that is tall, Nor one that's posscss'd of great riches, A wee wife's the worst one of all, Because she would contend for the breeches, O, that would soon shorten my days I never will marry a lass, That's given too, much unto pleasure, Nor one that too fond of a glass, Who throws up the finger at leisure, The one to work would not incline, Still rigging herself in the fashion, D o but keep the other from wine, You'll see how she will fly in a passion, Her temper the de'il could not bear. I would like for to wed an old maid, Whose age is about six and twenty, But I cannot find one I'm afraid, For now-a-days they're very scanty, ! �7 A widow I never will take, I'll tell you what is my objection, Because that my heart she would break, Telling me of her husband's perfections, So none of your widows for me. King Solomon, though he was wise, It's women they proved his undoing, And Samson the strong man likewise, Deliah she proved his ruin, My song it is nearly done, , I'll take a wee drop of the bottle, And women I'll take in their turn, As once did the famed Aristotle, Who knew more of women than me. O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide That day I was my Willie's bride ; And years sinsyne have o'er us run, Like Logan to the simmer sun. But now thy flowery banks appear, Like drumlie winter, dark and drear, While my clear lad maun face his faes, Far, far frae me and Logan braes. �Again the merry mounth o' May Have made our hill and valleys gay ; The birds rejoice in leafy bowers, The bees ham round the breathing flowers Blythe morning lifts his rosy eye, And e'ening's tears are tears of j o y : My soul delightless a' surveys, While Willie's far frae Logan braes. Within yon milk white hawthorn bush, Amang her nestlings sits the thrush ; Her faithfu' mate will share her toil, Or wi' his song her cares beguile: But I, wi' my sweet nurselings here, Nae mate to help, nae mate to cheer, Pass widow'd nights and joyless days, While Willie's far frae Logan braes. O wae upon you men o' state, That brethren rouse to deadly hate ! As ye make mony a fond heart mourn, Sae may it on your heads return ! How can your flinty hearts enjoy The widow's tears, the orphan's cry ? But soon may peace bring happy days, And Willie hame to Logan braes. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/0a98c2aae747ed33ac13e86115582314.jpg c982d4c63ff77b4bb0f8e7ea1455ca03 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 1829 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 Four New Songs. William Burke. The Wind blew the Bonny Lassie's Plaidy' awa. Great need of a wife. Logan Braes. 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. William Burke. The Wind blew the Bonny Lassie's Plaidy' awa. Great need of a wife. Logan Braes. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1829-1837?] 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 #30 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image on the title-page. No. 4. is printed at the top of the title-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/searchb.cfm" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/searchb.cfm">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/searchb.cfm</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. 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 Newton-Stewart: Printed and sold wholesale and retail by J. McNairn https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/53dbf82d3da0d6310527b1ad55887767.pdf 96850802820795be439ef5411f10b3e8 PDF Text Text No. 10. Four Favourite SONGS. The Sailor's Journal, Culloden. Old Towler. Pea Strae. NEWTON-STEWART. Printed and Sold, Wholesale and Retail, by J. M ' N A I R N . �THE SAILOR'S JOURNAL. 'Twas post meridian, half-past four By signal I from Nancy parted ; At six she lingered on the shore, With uplift hands and broken-hearted. At seven while taught'ning the forestay, I saw her faint, or else 'twas fancy : At eight we all got under weigh, And bid a long adieu to Nancy. Night came, and now eight bells had rung, While careless sailors, ever cheery, In the mid watch so joval sung, With tempers labour cannot weary. I, little to their mirth inclined, While tender thoughts rush'd on my fancy And my warm sighs encreased the wind, Look'd on the moon, and thought on Nancy. And now arrived that joval night, When every true-bred tar carouses, When o'er the grog all hands delight To toast their sweathearts and their spouses: �3 Round went the can, the jest, the glee, While tender wishes fill'd each fancy And when in turn it came to me, I heaved a sigh, and toasted Nancy. Next morn a storm come on at four : At six the elements in motion, Plung'd me and three poor sailors more, Headlong within the foaming ocean, Poor wretches! they soon found their graves For me, it may be only fancy But love seemed to forbid the waves To snatch me from the arms of Nancy, Scarce the foul hurricane was clear'd Scarce winds and waves had ceased to rattle, When a bold enemy appeared, And dauntless we prepared for battle. And now, while some lov'd friend or wife, Like lightening rush'd on every fancy, To providence I trusted life, Put up a prayer and thought on Nancy, At last, 'twas in the month of May, The crew, it being lovely weather, �At three A. M. discover'd day, And England's chalky cliffs together. At Seven up channel how we bore, While hopes and fears rush'd on my fancy At twelve I gaily jump'd ashore, And to my throbbing heart prest Nancy CULLODEN. The heath-cock crawed o'er muir and dale Red raise the sun the sky was cloudy, While mustering far wi distant yell The northern bands marched stern and steady. Chorus.—O ! Duncan, Donald's ready, O! Duncan, Donald's ready ! Wi sword and targe he seeks the chan And frae his shouther flings the plaid O'er down o'er dale and mountain fly nae �But rush like tempests on the foe, Thro' mingled groans the war-note cryin, O ! Duncan, Donald's ready, &c. A prince is come to claim his ain, A stem o' Stewart, frielness Charlie ; What Highlan' haun its blade wad hain, What Higlan' heart behint wad tarry ? O ! Duncan, Donald's ready, &c. I see our hardy clans appear, The sun back frae their blades is beaming, The southern trump falls on my ear, Their bannered lions proudly streaming. Now, Donald, Duncan's ready Now Donald, Duncan's ready ! Within his hand he graspes the brand, Fierce is the fray the field is bloody But lang shall Scotlan' rue the day She saw her flag sae fiercely flyin ; Culloden's hills were hills o' wae ; Her honour lost, her warriors dyin. Duncan now nae mair is ready Duncan now nae mair is ready ! ! ! ! �6 The brand is faun frae out his hand, His bonnet blue, lies stain'd and bloody. Fair Flora's gane her love to seek ; Lang may she wait for his returnin ; The midnight dew fa's on her cheek ; What haun shall dry her tears o' mournin ? Duncan now nae mair is ready, &c. OLD T O W L E R . Bright Chanticlear proclaims the dawn, And spangles deck the thorn, The lowling herds now quit the lawn, The lark springs from the corn ; Dogs, huntsmen, round the window throng Fleet Towler leads the cry ; Arise the burden of my song, This day a stag must die. With a hey, ho, chevy, Hark forward, hark forward, tantivy, Hark, hark, tantivy, This day a stag must die. �7 The cordial lakes its merry round, The laugh and joke prevail, The huntsman blows a jovial sound, The dogs snuff up the gale ; The upland winds they sweep along O'er fields, through brakes they fly, The game is roused, too true the song, This day a stag must die, Poor stag ! the dogs thy haunches gore, The tears run down thy face, The huntsman's pleasure is no more, His joys were in the chace ; Alike the generous sportsman burns To win the blooming fair, But yet he honours each by turns, They each become his care. PEASE-STRAE. When John and me were married, Our hading was but sma', For my minnie, cankert carlin, Would gie us nocht ava ; �I wairt my fee wi canny care, As far as it would gae, But weel I wat our bridal bed Was clean pea-strae. Wi working late and early, We're come to what you see, For fortune thrave aneath our hands, Sae eydent ay were we. The love of love made labour light, I'm sure ye'll find it sae, When kind ye cuddle down, at e'en 'Mang clean pease-strae. The rose blooms gay on cairny brae, As weel's in birchen shaw, And love will lowe in cottage low, As weel's in lofty ha'. Sae, lassie, take the lad ye like, Whate'er your minnie say, Tho' ye should make your bridal bed Of clean pease-strae. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/695518760d752e76402f7563439bcfe0.jpg fc3c7fe3a54abb4874139f207940a640 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 2836 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 Four Favourite Songs. The Sailor's Journal. Culloden. Old Towler. Pea Strae. 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 Sailor's Journal. Culloden. Old Towler. Pea Strae. 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 #44 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource No. 10. is printed at the top of the title page. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1820-1837?] per National Library of Scotland Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Jacobites War Chapbooks -- Scotland -- Newton Stewart 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="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</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 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/d50850c4e44707a6895c8669e2c647a9.pdf e8027ed787de1dbb3c4632b14e0565b5 PDF Text Text FOUR EXCELLENT SONGS. KATE MOONEY'S PORTION. WHEN JOHN AND ME WERE M A R R I E D . K E N M U R E ' S ON A N D A W A ' . GoW'S FAREWELL TO WHISKY NEWTON=STEWART: PRINTED, A N D SOLD WHOLESALE AND R E T A I L , BY J. M'NAIRN. �KATE MOONEY'S PORTION, A FAVOURITE SONG. M y name is Dick Mooney, I'm very near dying, One daughter I have and she is wanting a man, It is my intention her fortune to mention, And get her a husband as soon as I can. There's a house and a garden a snug little farm, Three cows that from Kerry my grandfather sent, An old riding mare she's blind I declare, She's twenty years old on the first of next Lent. A sow and 9 young ones that's thick with the measles, With sheep half a dozen all thick with the mange, With cow-house and garden besides a large stable, With hog-stye and hen house, that's all in one range. Nine geese and a gander, like any commander, �3 He rules all the fowl in our farm yard, With a large turkey cock, he's the flower of the flock, He's as proud as a Spaniard when marching on guard. I'm now going to mention her dresses of fashion, That lately has cost a dozen of pounds, Six gowns of musin with three rows of flounces, Their equal is not in this whole country round. A Leghorn bonnet besides a grey beaver, With ribbons and feathers of red white and green, A second hand spencer, to dress her out clever, With shoes, boots and sandles that's fit for a queen. A squeezer's in fashion I pray don't be laughing, With plates of strong whalebone, her body to peg, Lac'd up in the middle as tight as a fiddle, With a dandy mutch that's the prince of her So young men be courting as fast as you can, Her beauty to mention it's not worth a farthing, But I'll do my best like a true honest man. She's short of five feet by a couple of inches, There's no barrel churn her body would hold, dress. Then fifty bright guineas I'll give in the bargain, �4 Her legs like a mile-stone or shaft of an engine, And her beatiful skin is the colour of gold. Her eyes like two sovereigns, shining like fire, You'd think every moment their strings they would crack There's seven years dirt on her neck I'm no liar, Ahd a nose on her face like a West India black. Her hands and her arms are as black as the devil, This beatiful damsel, so mild and discreet, With a belt and broad buckle her waist to adorn, While bog dirt, in plenty is stuck to her feet. Her elegant carriage would charm any lover, Her breath has the scent of a soap-boiler's pan, Had Venus her charms, she must go a courting, But never, I am asure, would she get a young man. So now I intend for to finish my ditty, Let any young hero whose courage is bold' Attend unto me and I'll give him Miss K With all my whole farm and stock I have told. H e may easily get one possessed of more beauty, Or one that is cleaner he'll easily find, But where is the farm the stock and the money, For that is the thing now at this presen �5 KENMURE'S ON A N D AWA'. O K E N M U R E ' S on and awa' Willie, O Kenmure's on and awa' ; And Kenmure's lord's the bravest lord That ever Galloway saw. Success to Kenmure's band Willie, Success to Kenmure's band ; There's no a heart that fears a Whig That rides by Kenmure's hand. Here's Kenmure's health in wine, Willie, Here's Kenmure's health in wine ; There ne'er was a coward o' Kenmure's blude, Nor yet o' Gordon's line. O Kenmure's lads are men, Willie, O Kenmure's lads are men, Their hearts and swords are metal They'll live or die wi' fame, Willie, They'll live or die wi fame, true, And that their faes shall ken. �But soon wi' sounding victory May Kenmure's lord come hame, Here's him that's far awa', Willie. Here's him that's far awa' ; And here's the flower that I lo'e best, The rose that's like the snaw. W H E N JOHN A N D ME WERE WHEN John and we were married, Our haddin' was but sma', For my minnie canker't carlin, Wad gie us nocht ava. I wairt my fee, wi' canny care, As far as it would gae, But well I wat our bridal bed Was clean pease strae. W i ' working late and early, We're come to what you see ; For fortune thrave aneath our hands, Sae eident aye were we. The lowe of love made labour light, MARRIED. �7 I'm sure ye'll find it sae, When kind ye cuddle down at e'en, 'Mang clean pease strae. The rose blossoms gay on cairny brae, As weel's in birken shaw, And love will lowe in cottage low, As weel's in lofty ha ; Sae, lassie, tak the lad ye like, Whate'er your minnie say, Tho' you should mak your bridal bed GOfW ' S Fpease W E L L O clean A R E strae. TO WHISKY. You've surely heard o' famous Neil, The man that played the fiddle weel, I wat he was a canty chiel', And dearly lo'ed the whisky, O And ay sin' he wore tartan trews, He dearly lo'ed the Athole brose ; And wae was he you may suppose, To play farewell to whisky, O. Alake, quoth Neil, I'm frail and auld, And find my bluid is growing cauld, �I think 'twad mak me blythe and bauld, A wee drap Highland Whisky, O. Yet the doctors they do a' agree, That whisky's no the drink for me : Saul,qnothNeil, twill spoil my glee, Should they part me and Whisky, O. Tho' I can get baith wine findmy head and fingers hale, And and ale, be content, tho' legs should fail, I'll To play fareweel to Whisky, O. But still I think on auld langsyne, When Paradise our friends did tyne, Because something ran in their mind Forbid, like Highland Whisky, O. Come a' ye Powers of Music, come ! I find my heart grows unco glum ; My fiddle strings will no play bum, To say fareweel to Whisky, .O Yet I'll tak my fiddle in my hand, And screw my pegs up while they'll stand, ToOn gudelamentation grand, mak a auld Highland Whisky, O. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/d41702224c5eb46ad153d9637bb5ef3a.jpg 78860bea23c5651e6ad3983dca4dca8a 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 1890 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 Four Excellent Songs. Kate Mooney's Portion. When John and me were Married. Kenmure's on and awa'. Gow's Farewell to Whisky. 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. Kate Mooney's Portion. When John and me were Married. Kenmure's on and awa'. Gow's Farewell to Whisky. 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 Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #59 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of three men rescuing another man falling out of a tree on the title-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. <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</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/595a4a78c46d9b706bdba2a6bc9eb6df.pdf b52e3f70107ce6c24dca4ed28f1ecd74 PDF Text Text No. 13. Four Excellent S O N G S . Home, sweet Home. Up and warn a' Willie. R o y a l Charlie. The piper o' Dundee. NEWTON- S T E W A R T . Printed and Sold, Wholesale and Retail, by J. M'NAIRN. �HOME! SWEET HOME. 'Mid pleasures and palaces tho' we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek thro' the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home, home! sweet, sweet home. There's no place like home ! there"s no place like home. An exile from home, splendour dazzles in vain, O h ! give me my lowly thatch'd cottage again, The birds singing gaily, they came at my call Give me them with the peace of mind clearer than all. Home, home! sweet, sweet home, There's no place like home! there's no �3 U P A N D W A R N A', W I L L I E . Up and warn a' Wille, Warn, warn a' ; T o hear my canty Highland sang Relate the thing I saw, Wille. When we gaed to the braes o' Mar, And to the weapon shaw, Willie, Wi' true design to serve our king And banish Whigs awa, Willie. Up and warn a', Willie. Warn, warn a' ; For lords and lairds cam here bedeen, And wow but they were braw, Willie. But when the standard was set up Right fierce the wind did blaw, Willie; The royal nit upon the tap Down to the ground did fa', Willie, Up and warn a' Willie, Warn, warn a' : Then second sighted Sandy said, We'd do nae gude at a', Willie. �4 But when the army joined at Perth, The bravest e'er ye saw, Willie, W e did na doubt the rogues to rout, Restore our king and a', Willie, Up and warn a' Willie, Warn, warn a' ; The pipers play'd frae right to left, O whirry Whigs awa', Willie, But when we marched to Sherramuir, And there the rebels, saw, Willie ; Brave Argyle attacked our right, Our flank, and front and a', Willie, Up and warn a', Willie, Warn, warn a ' ; Traitor Huntly soon gave way, Seaforth, St Clair and a', Willie. But brave Glengary on our right, The rebel's left did claw, Willie, He their the greatest slaughter made, That ever Donald s a w , W i l l i e , Up and warn a' Willie, Warn, warn a' ; And Whittam fyl'd his breeks for fear, A n d fast did rin awa, Willie. �5 For he called us a Highland mob, And swore he'd slay us a' Willie ; But we chass'd him back to Stirling brig Dragoons arid foot and a' Willie. Up and warn a' Willie, Warn, warn a' ; At length we rallied on a hill, And briskly up did draw, Willie. But when Argyle did view our line, And them in order saw, Willie, He straight gaed to Dumblane again, And back his left did draw, Willie. Up and warn a' Willie, Warn, warna'; Then we to Auchterarder march'd, T o wait a better fa', willie. Now if ye speir wha wan the day, I've tell'd ye what I saw, willie. W e baith did fight and baith were beat, And baith did rin awa, willie. Up and warn,a'willie, Warn, warn a' ; For second sighted Sandy said We'd do nae good at a', willie. �6 ROYAL CHARLIE. When France had her assistance lent, Our darling prince to us she sent, Towards the north his coarse he bent, His name was Royal Charlie, But O, he was lang o' c o m i n g , O, he was lang o' Coming, O, he was lang o ' coining ; — Welcome Royal Charle. When he upon the shore did stand, The friends he had within the land Came down and shook him by the hand, And welcomed Royal Chalie. O, ye've ben lang o' coming, & c . The dress that our Prince Charlie had Was bonnet blue and tartan plaid And O he was a handsome lad ! Few could compare w' Charlie. But O, he was lang o' coming, &c. ; �7 T H E P I P E R O' D U N D E E . T h e piper came to our town, T o our town, to our town, The piper came to our town, And he play'd bonnilie. He play'd a spring the laird to please, A spring brent new frae yont the seas ; And then he gae his bags a wheeze, And play'd anither key. And wasna he a roguy, A roguy, a roguy, And wasna he a roguy, The piper o' Dundee ? He play'd " T h e welcome o'er the Main," And " Y e ' s e be fu' and I'se be fain," And "Auld Stuarts back again," Wi' muckle mirth and glee. And wasna, &c. He play'd " T h e Kirk" he play'd " T h e Queer," "The Mullin dhu," and "Chevalier," �8 And "Lang away, but welcome here," Sae sweet, sae bonnilie. And wasna, &c. It's some gat swords, and some gat nane, And some were dancing mad their lane, And mony a vow o' weir was taen That night at Amulrie. And wasna, &c. There was Tullibardine and Burleigh, And Struan, Keith and Ogilvie, And brave Carnegie, wha but he, The piper o' Qundee ? F I N I S � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/aaab87a4d30ddb7b277220288edb49ce.jpg 086c88f85764471a6c8d9977f2f69838 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 2855 Width 1644 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 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 Four Excellent Songs. Home, sweet home. Up and warn a ' Willie. Royal Charlie. The piper o' Dundee. 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. Home, sweet home. Up and warn a ' Willie. Royal Charlie. The piper o' Dundee. 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 Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #22 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource No. 13. is printed at the top of the title-page. Woodcut #05: Illustration on title-page of a girl holding a flower standing between two pillars in an outdoor scene. Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Dundee, Scotland 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</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. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks -- Scotland -- Newton Stewart Jacobites 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 # 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/550dda5a7fafcbc60fbf115802f71ddd.pdf 8dfbb14a9f403cbb33bfddf2418a0f86 PDF Text Text FOUR EXCELLENT NEW Songs: Viz.__The Maid of Lodi. Is there a heart. Came ye o'er frae France. Falkirk Muir, Printedintheyear1825. �3 Then to her market basket She tied her poney's rein, I thus by female courage Waft dragged to life again, She led me to her dwelling, She cheered my heart with wine, And then she decked a table, At which the gods might dine. Amongthe mild Madonas Her feautures you may find. But not the famed Corregios Could ever paint her mind. Then sing the maid of Lodi, Who sweetly sung to me; And when this maid is married, Still happier may she be. Is There A Heart. Is there a heart that never lov'd, Nor felt soft woman's sigh ? Is there a man can mark unmoved Dear woman's tearfu' eye? Oh! bear him to some distant shore. Or solitary cell, �THE M A I D OF LODI. I sing the maid of Lodi, Who sweetly sung to me, Whose brows were never cloudy, Nor e'er distort with glee. She values not the wealthy, Unless they're great and good. For she is strong and healthy, And by labour earns her food. And when her day's work's over, Around a peaceful fire, She sings or rests contented; What more can men desire? Let those who squander millions Reveiew her happy lot, They'll find their proud pavilions Far inferior to her cot. Between the Po and Parma Some villians seized my coach, And dragg'd me to a cavern Most dreadful to approach; By which the maid of Lodi Came trotting from the fair, She paused to hear my wailings And see me tear my hair, �4 Where nought but savage monster roar, Where love ne'er deign'd to dwell. For there's a charm in womans eye, A language in her tear, A spell in every sacred sigh To man—to virtue dear. And he who can resist her smiles, With brutes alone should live; Nor taste that joy whichcarebeguiles; That joy her virtue gives. Came ye o'er frae France. Came ye o'er frae France? Came ye down by Lunnon? Saw ye Geordie Whelps, And his bonny woman? Were ye at the place Ca'd the Kittle Housie? Saw ye Geordie's grace Riding on a goosie? �5 Geordie he's ' a man, There is little doubt o't He's done a' he can, Wha can do without it ? Down there came a blade, Linkin like my lordie ; H e wad drive a trade, At the loom o' Geordie. Though the claith were bad, Blithely may we niffer, Gin we get a wab, It makes little differ, We ha'e tint our plaid, Bannet, belt, and swordie, Ha's and mailens braid. But we ha'e a Geordie, Jockey's gane to France, And Montgomery's lady; There the'll learn to dance, Madam are you ready? ; �They'll be back belye, Belted, brisk and lordly ; Brawlymaythey thrive, T o dance a jig wi' Geordie ! H e y for Sandy D o n ! H e y for C o c k o l o r u m ! Hey for bobbing J o h n , And his highland quorum ! Mony a sword and lance, Swings at highland hurdle, How they'll skip and dance, O'er the bum o' Geordie ! F A L K I R K MUIR. The Highlandmen came flown the hill, And owre the knowe wi right gude will; Now Geordie's men may brag their fill; For wow but they were braw man. They had three generals o' the best, Wi' lairds and lords and a' the rest; �7 Chiels that were bred to standthetest! And couldnarinavaman. The Highlandmen are savage loons, Wi' barkit houghs and burly crowns; They canna stand the thunder-stounds ? Of heroes bred wi care man— Of men that are their country's stay, These Whiggish braggarts of a day, The Highlandmen came down the brae, The heroes were not there man. Says brave Lochlel, Pray have we won, I see no troop I hear no gun, Says Drummond, Faith, the battle's won, I know not why nor how man. But, my good lords this thing I crave. Have we defeat these hereos brave ? Says Murray, I believe we have : If not, we're here to try man. But tried they up or tried they down, There was no foe in Fa'kirk town, Nor yet in a the country round, To break a sword at a' man. They Were sae bauld at break o' day, When tow'rd the west they took their way, But the Highlandmen came down the brae, And made the dogs to blaw man. �8 A tike is but a tike at best, A coward ne'er will stand the test, And Whigs at morn wha cocked the crest, Or e'en hae got a fa' man. O wae befa' these northern lads, Wi' their braid-swords and white cockades, They lend sic hard and heavy blads, Our Whigs nae mair can craw man. FALKIRK, PRINTED BY R. T A Y L O R . � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/72b8d0771efb1dfc4b4b9958f05590c2.jpg 5969be398e4c4427da97d1c0f8ed5173 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 2644 Width 1685 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 Four Excellent New Songs: Viz.. The Maid of Lodi. Came ye o'er frae France. Falkirk Muir. 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. The Maid of Lodi. Came ye o'er frae France. Falkirk Muir. 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 #8 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a mask on the title-page. Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Falkirk, Scotland France Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Falkirk 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. <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> 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 Falkirk: [No publisher] https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/d9279acd1cef488207537b6bacd91785.pdf c5afd37796941c5ad5483d3e7b2da6a6 PDF Text Text F I V E SONGS. Abraham Newland. The Three Brothers of Dundee. The Birken Tree. The Harper of Mull. The Lass o' Ballochmyle. NEWTON-STEWART: Printed and Sold Wholesale B y J. M ' N a i r n . and Retail, �ABRAHAM NEWLAND. Never was a man so bandied by Fame, Thro' air, thro' ocean and thro' land, As one that is wrote upon every Bank Note, And you all must know Abraham Newland. O, Abraham Newland ! Notorious Abraham Newland. I've heard people say sham Abraham you may, But you mus'n't sham Abraham Newland. For fashions of arts, would you seek foreign parts It matters not wherever you land, From Christian to Greek all language will speak If the language of Abraham Newland. O, Abraham Newland! Astonishing Abraham Newland, Whatever you lack, you'll get in a crack, By the credit of Abraham Newland, But what do you think, without victuals or drink, You may tramp like the wandering J e w land. From Dublin to Dover, nay, all the world over, If a stranger to Abraham Newland. O, AbrahamNewland; Wonderful Abraham Newland, Tho' with compliments cramm'd, you may die o u t of hand, If you hav'n't an Abraham Newland, The world are inclin'd to think Justice, is blind, Yet Lawers knew well she can view land ; B u t what of all that ?—she'd slink like a bat, A t the sight of a friend, Abraham Newland, O, Abraham Newland ? Magical Abraham Newland, Tho' Justice' tis known can see thro' a mill-stone, She can't see thro' Abraham Newland. �3 Your Patriots who hall, for the good of us all And good souls, like mushrooms they strew land, But tho' loud as a drum, such proves Orator Mum, If attacked by stout Abraham Newland. O, Abraham Newland! Invincible Abraham Newland, No argument's found in the world half so sound, As the logic of Abraham Newland, The French say they're coming, but surely they're humming ; We know what they want, if they do land, But we'll make their ears ring, in defence of our King, Our country, and Abraham Newland. O, Abraham N e w l a n d ! Excellent Abraham Newland ! No tri-colour'd elf, nor the devil himself, Shall rob us of Abraham Newland. THE THREE BROTHERS OF DUNDEE. I T happened to be on a fine summer's morning, A fine summer's morning it happened to be, I heard two brothers making a great moan, And I listened to hear what they did say. Said the one brother unto the other, Archibald is condemned to die, If I had three men and myself, I would go and set my brother free. No such things can very well be, Said the one brother unto the other, For twenty men and you and myself, Would be little enough to set him free. They went to the smith and got their horse shod, And oh but he shod them rapidly. And when he was done with shoeing our horses, W e made him ride in our company. �4 W e mounted our horses, and off we did ride, And oh ! but we rode right manfully, Until we came to that bonny wee town, T h e name of it bonny Dundee. Six did hold the bridle reins, And seven did gaurd the city about, And seven more and Dickie himself, Went in to let his brother out. They broke through locks and they broke through doors, They broke through every thing came in their way, Until they Came to a large iron gate, And that's where brother Archie lay. Said brother Dickie unto brother Archie, Will you speak three words to me, Twenty men and I myself Have ventured our lives to set you free, Said brother Archie unto brother Dickie, Nay such things they cannot very well be, For theirs twenty stone of good Spanish iron, Betwixt my neck bone and my knee They broke through locks and they broke through doors They broke through every thing in their way Till Dickie got Archie into his arms, And carried his brother safe away They mounted their horses and off they did ride, And oh! but they rode right manfully, Said brother Archie unto brother Dickie, You don't see what I do see, For yonder's the provost of Dundee, And a hundred men in his company; M y horse he is young and he cannot well swim, And this is the place where I am to die, Said brother Archie unto brother Dickie, Nay, such things it cannot well be, You'll take my horse, and I'll take yours, W e ' l l swim the river right manfully. They mounted their horses, and off they did swim, And O but they swim right bonnily, Until that they came to the other side They bade farewell to bonnie Dundee. �5 Give me back my irons he cried, Give me back my irons, cried he, The provest of bonnie Dundee did say, And I will let the prisoner free, Devil of your irons you'll get, No' Devil a hit of them, cried we, It's little enough to pay the horse hire, And the men that rode in out company. They went to a house and they kindled a fire, And danced and sung right merrily, And the bonniest laddie amang them all, Was Archie we brought from bonnie Dundee, T H E BIRKEN TREE. LASS gin ye wad think it right, To gang wi' me this very night, And cuddle till the morning light, By a' the lave unseen And you shall be my deary, M y ain dearest deary, And you shall be my deary, Gin you'll meet me at e'en. I darna for my mammy gae, She locks the door and keeps the key, And e'en and morn she charges me, And flytes ay about the men : She says they're a' deceivers, Deceivers, deceivers, She says they're a deceivers, I needna trust to ane. But To steal an hour out owre the lea, And meet me at the Birken Tree, You'll no be mist at hame: And never mind your mammy, Your auld canker'd mammy, �6 And never mind your mammy, Or else you'll lie your lane. She simply said I dinna ken, My mother trots baith butt and benn, And if she hears I'm we' the men, She'll ask me where I've been : Then what can I say laddie, Laddie, Laddie, Then what can I say laddie, For being out at e'en. O,nevermind your mammy's yell, I'se warrent she's met your dad hersel, And should she flyte ye may her tell She's often done the same: So lassie gi'es your hand on't, Your bonny milk white hand on't, So lassie gi'es your hand on't And scorn to lie your lane. O, lad, my hand I canna gi'e, But ablins I may steal the key, And meet you at the Birken Tree, That stands ayont the glen: But dinna lippen, laddie, I canna promise, laddie, So dinna lippen, laddie, For fear I dinna win. Now he's gane to the Birken Tree, In hopes his lover there to see, And soon came tripping owre the lea, His sweet endearing J e a n ; And she clinket down beside him, Beside him, beside him, She clinket down beside him, upon the gras so green. I'm overjoy'd with raptures now. Cry'd he, and preed her cherry mou, �7 And Jean's ne'er ha'en cause to rue, That night upon the green ; For she has got her Jemmy, H e r sweet dear loving Jemmy, For see has got her Jemmy, And Jemmy's got his Jean. T H E H A R P E R OF MULL. W H E N Rosie was faithful, how happy was I, Still gladsome as summer the time glided by, I play'd my harp cheery, while fondly I sang Of the charms of my Rosie the winter nights lang But now I'm as waefu as waefu' can be, Come simmer, come winter, 'tis a' ane to me, For the dark gloom of falsehood sae clouds my sad soul, That cheerless for aye is the Harper of Mull, I wander the glens and the wild woods alane, In their deepest recesses I make my sad mane; My harp's mournful melody joins in the strain, While sadly I sing of the clays that are gane, Tho' Rosie is faithless, she's not the less fair, And the thought of her beauty but feeds my despair, With painfull remembrance my bosom is full, And weary of life is the Harper of Mull. As slumb'ring I lay by the dark mountain stream. My lovely young Rosie appeared in my dream ; I thought her still kind, and I ne'er was sae blest As in fancy I clasped tho dear nymph to my breast, Thou false fleeting vision, to soon thou wert oe'r; Thou wak'd'st me to tortures unequall'd before, But death's silent slumbers my griefs soon shall lull, And the green grass wave over the Harper of Mull. �8 L A S S O' B A L L O C H M Y L E . T W A S even the dewy fields were green, On every blade the pearls hang; T h e zephyr wantoned round the bean, And bore its fragrant sweets alang ; In every glen the mavis sang, All nature listening seem'd the while, Except where green wood echos rang Amang the braes o' Ballochmyle. With careless step I onward stray'd, My heart rejoiced in nature's joy, When musing in a lonely glade. A maiden fair I chanced to spy, H e r look was like the morning eye, Her air like nature's vernal smile Perfection whisper'd passing by, Behold the lass o' Ballochmyle. Fair is the morn in flowery May, And sweet as night In Autumn mild, When roving thro' the garden gay, O r wandering in the lanely wild; But woman nature's darling child! There all her charms she does compile, Even there her other works are foil'd, By the bonny lass of Ballochmyle. O had she been a country maid, And I the happy country swain, Tho' shelter'd in the lowest shed That ever rose in Scotland's plain, Thro' weary winter's wind and rain, With joy, with rapture, I would toil, And nightly to my bosom strain The bonny lass o' Ballochmyle. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/6afab3031737ca647d2601cc645692a6.jpg 92a67e0bdb1b172c2bb73a85cb8d2b07 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 3447 Width 1948 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 Five Songs. Abraham Newland. The Three Brothers of Dundee. the Birken Tree. The Harper of Mull. The Lass o'Ballochmyle. 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. Abraham Newland. The Three Brothers of Dundee. The Birken Tree. The Harper of Mull. The Lass o'Ballochmyle. 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 #52 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of 3 men attempting to rescue a man falling out of a tree on the title-page. Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Dundee, Scotland Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Newton-Stewart 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</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/4e10d83e8c2f2123273f4439c1e1aa37.pdf 2b7a0b7c09bd38a314dae40f0595139b PDF Text Text Songs: CULLODEN DAY. HAME, HAME, HAME. BONNIE CHARLIE. contented wi' l i t t l e . LEWIE GORDON. FalKirk—Printed by R. Taylor. FIVE POPULA �2 lady mourn the memory, Of all oar Scottish fame ! Fair lady mourn the memory, Even of our Scottish name ! How proud were we of our young prince, And of his natave sway. But all our hopes are past and gone, Upon Culloden day. FAIR There was no lack of bravery there, No spare of blood or breath For one or two our foes we dared, For freedom or deate. The bitterness of grief is past, Of terror and dismay ; The die was risked and foully cast, Upen Cullodee day. And must thou seek a foreign clime; In poverty to pine, No friend or clansman by thy side, No vassal that is thine. Leading thy young son by the hand, And tremblng for his life, As at the name of Cumberland, He grasps his Father's knife. �I cannot see the lady fair. Turned out on the world wide, I cannot see the lady fair, Weep on the green hill side. Before such noble stem should bend, To tyrant's treachery ; I'll lay the with thy gallant sire. Beneath the beechen tree. I'll hide the in Clanronalds isles ; where honour still bears sway: I'll watch the traitor's hovering sails ; By islet and by bay. And ere they honour shall be stained, This sword avenge shall the, And lay thee with thy gallant kin, Beneath the beechen tree. What there is now in thee, Scotland, To us can pleasure give, What there is now is thee, Scotland, For which we ought to live ? Since we have stood and stood in vain, For all that we held dear. Still have we left a sacrifice, To offer on our bier. A Foreign and fanatic sway, Our Southrenfoesmaygall, �4 The cup is filled they yet shall drink And they deserve it all. But there is nought for us or ours, In which to hope to trust, But hide us in our Fathers' graves, Amid our fathers' dust. H A M E , HAME, H A M E ! Hame hame hame fain wad I be Oh hame hame hame in my ain countrie, When the flower is in the bud raid the leaf is in the tree, The lark seall sing me hame in my ain contrie, Hame hame hame fain wad I see, Oh were I but hame in my ain countrie, The green leaf of loyalty's begun for to Fa, The bonny white rose it is withering & a'; But I'll water't wi' the blude o' usurping tyrannie. And fresh it shall blow in my ain countrie. Oh there is nought from ruin theWhiteRose can save, But the keys o' kind heaven to open the grave, That a' the noble matyrs that died for loyaltie �5 May again and fight fortheiraincountrie The great now are gane wha attempted to save The White Rose and low lie the heads of the brave; Yet the sun thro' the mist yearns topromise ta me, I will shine on you yet in your ain contrie. Oh! hame, hame, hame! hame fain would I see! Oh! were I but hame in my ain countrie. CONTENTED WI' LITTLE. Contented wi' little and canty wi' mair, Whene'er I forget her wi' sorow and care, I gie them a skelp as the're creeping alang, Wi' a cog o' guid ale and an auld Scottish sang I whiles claw the elbow O troublesome thought ' But man is a sodger and life is a faught, My mirth and good humour are cion in my pouch, And my freedom's my lairdship nae monarch dare touch. A towmond o' trouble should that be my fa' �6 o'guidfellowshipsouthersita', When at the blyth eud o' our journey at last, Wha the deil ever thinks o' the road he has past. Blind chance let her snapper and stoyte on her way, Be't to me be't frae me e'en let ths jade gae, Come ease oa come travel pleasure or pain, My worst word is welcome and welcome again A NIGHT BONNIE CHARLIE. Though my fireside it he but sma, And bare and comfortless witha, I'll keep a seat and maybe twa, To welcome bonny Coarlie. Although my aumrie and my sheil, Are toom as the glen of Earnanhyle, I'll keep my hindmost handfu' meal; To gie to bonny Charlie. Although my lands are far and wide ; Its there nae langer I maun bide, Yet my last horn and hoof and hide, I'll gietobonnyCharlie. �Although my heart isuncosair, in its lair, Yet the last drap o' blude that's there, I'll gi'e to bonny Charlie. A n d lies fu' l o w l y —00-—oo—oo-— L E W I E GORDON. O send Lewie Gordon hame, And the lad I darena name! Tho' his back be at the wa' Here's to him that's far awa. Ohon my highlandman, O my bonny highlandman, Weel wad I my true love ken Amang ten thousand higlandmen. O to see his tartan trews, Bonnet blue, and laigh-heeled shoes, Philabeg aboon hit knee! That's the lad that I'll gang wi'. Ohon, &c. �8 The princely yonth that I do mean Is fitted for to be a king ; On his breast he wears a star; You'd take him for the god of war, Ohon, &c. O to see this princely one Seated on his father's throne, Disasters a' wad disappear, Then bigins the jubilee year. Ohon, &c. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/78e8cc7b31186694a033edade60d4fa2.jpg 8529d4a7f618aee9f8bcc1cc3e112258 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 2843 Width 1698 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 Five Popular Songs: Culloden Day. Hame, hame, hame. Bonnie Charlie. Contented wi' little. Lewie Gordon. 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. Culloden Day. Hame, hame, hame. Bonnie Charlie. Contented wi' little. Lewie Gordon. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1825-1826?] 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 #23 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Culloden, Scotland Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Culloden, Battle of, Scotland, 1746 Jacobites War Chapbooks - Scotland - Falkirk 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 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 Falkirk: R. Taylor, Printers 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/772b5e7ad43dade20461599d6e10b624.pdf 85b4d932d9c8c6ed1dfde92931a759b9 PDF Text Text Five Favourite SONGS. Royal Charlie. John Anderson my Jo. Whistle and I'll Come to you my Lad. Love and Glory. Nobody Coming to Marry me. NEWTON-STEWART : Printed and SoLd, Wholesale and Retail, by J. M'NAIRN. �R O Y A L CHARLIE. The wind comes frae the land I love, It moves the flood fu' rarely; Look for the lily on the lea, And look for royal Charlie. Ten thousand swords shall leave their And smite fa' sharp and sairly, [sheaths And Gordon's might and Erskine's pride, Shall live and die wi' Charlie. The sun shines out—wide smiles the s e a , The lily blossoms rarely; ; O yonder comes his gallant ship, Thrice welcome, royal Charlie ! "Yes,yon's a good and gallant ship, Wi' banners flaunting fairly ; But should it meet your darling, prince, 'Twill feast the fish wi' Charlie. Wide rustled site wi' silks in state, And waved her white hand proudlie, And drew a bright sword from the sheath, And answered high and loudlie. �3 " I had three sons, and a good lord, Wha sold their lives fu' dearlie ; And wi' their dust I'd mingle mine, For love of gallant Charlie. It wad hae made a hale heart sair, T o see our horsemen flying ; And my three bairns, and my good lord, Amang the dead and dying : " I snatched a banner—led them back— The white rose flourish'd rarely : The deed I did for royal James I'd do again for Charlie. JOHN ANDERSON, M Y John Anderson my jo, John, Ye were my first conceit, I think nae shame to say, John, I loe'd ye ear and late ; JO. �4 They say you're turning auld, John, And what though it be so ? Ye are ay the same kind man to me, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my Jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent ; But now ye're turned bald, John, Your locks are like the snow ; My blessings on that frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We've seen our bairn's bairns, And yet my dear John Anderson, I'm happy In your arms ; And sae are ye in mine, John, I'm sure ye'll no say no, Tho' the days are past that we hae seen, John Anderson my jo. �5 John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither, And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither ; Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo. WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU, MY LAD. O whistle, and I'll come to you my lad; O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad: Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad, O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad. But warily tent when ye come to court me, And come nae unless the back-yet he a-jee; Syne up the hack style, and let naebody see And come as ye war na comin' to me. And COME, & c . �6 At kirk or at market, whene'er ye meet me Gang by me as though that ye cared na a flie, But steal me a blink o' your bonny black e'e, Yot look as ye war, na lookin at me. Yet look, &c. Ay vow and protest that ye carena for me, And whiles ye may lightly my beauty a wee; But court na anither, though jokin ye be, For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me. For fear, &c. L O V E AND GLORY. Young Henry was as brave a youth As ever graced a martial story : And Jane was fair as lovely truth— She sighed for love, and he for glory. With her his faith he meant to plight, And told her many a gallant story; �7 Till war, their honest joys to blight; Called him away from love to glory. Brave Henry met the foe with pride ; Jane followed, fought—ah! hapless story! In man's attire by Henry's side, She died for love, and he for glory. NOBODY COMING T O M A R R Y ME. Last night the dogs did barky, I went to the gate to see : When every lass had a spark, But nobody comes to me. And it's oh dear! what will become of me Oh dear ! what will I do ? Nobody coming to marry me, Nobody coming to woo. My father' s a hedger and ditcher, My mother does nothing but spin, �8 And I'm a pretty young girl, But the money comes slowly in. They say I'm beauteous and fair, They say I'm scornful and cold ; Alas ! i must now despair, For ah ! I am grown very old. And now I must die an old maid, Oh dear! how shocking the thought! And all my beauty must fade, But I'm sure it is not my fault. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/93fcffc964dc945b63ab03b604fac8c1.jpg ee4f2a0c67d6a1f169f35546340ae241 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 3162 Width 1810 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 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 Five Favourite Songs. Royal Charlie. John Anderson my Jo. Whistle and I'll Come to you my lad. Love and Glory. Nobody coming to marry me. 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 Charlie. John Anderson my Jo. Whistle and I'll Come to you my lad. Love and Glory. Nobody coming to marry me. 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 Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #68 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks 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</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland</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: J. McNairn Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks -- Scotland -- Newton Stewart Jacobites Charles Edward, Prince, grandson of James II, King of England, 1720-1788 War Courtship and Marriage 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/2cdb060e28704a322784ad41cf35683b.pdf ce81138bd808f8c49016cd6f98162766 PDF Text Text FIVE S O N FAVOURITE G S . T h e T r i u m p h of R e f o r m . W h i l e o'er t h e rising M o o n . T h e B u r i a l of S i r J o h n M o o r e . T h e Pigeon, D i i m a ask m e gin I lo'e ye. NEWTON=STEWART : Printed for the Booksellers by J. M ' N A I R N . �T H E T R I U M P H OF R E F O R M . Now, brother Reformers, come forth and assemble, The victory is won, let us meet and rejoice ; The spirit of Union has made our foes tremble, And called back the men of the people's own choice. Our claims, long rejected, resentment engendered— Reformers stood forward in fearless array ; The contest was jealous—base faction surrender'd, And hope bids us look for a prosperous day. Duke Wellington, Lyndburst, may rage, wail, and grumble, Earl Vane,* and Carnarvon, may bray like an ass ; The people have taught them a lesson to humble The hearts of proud tyrants, with faces of brass. Here's health to Earl Grey, Althorp, Richmond and Russel, Here's Landsdowne, and Durham, and Holland and Brougham, * TheMarquessof Londonderry Earl Vane. votes in Parliament as �Whenever they're called on with factious to justle, Defeat and confusion will sure be their doom. And heres to the people' who, firm and united, Have vanquish'd their foes without bloodshed o r stife ; And here's to King William, whose worth has been slighted, May he never again be misled in His life. Nowheknows that he rules o'er a nation of freemen, Who scorn the cognomen of coward or slave ; Long life and renown to the true British seaman, Who trust for support to the hearts of the brave. W H I L E O'ER T H E RISING MOON. While o'er the rising moon, Clouds gently hover ; Come, lady, through the gloom, Come to thy lover. Sweet on the evening breeze, Music is sounding— �List ! list! amid the trees, Gay feet are bounding. Come where the radiance bright, Clearest is glancing ; Come where the radiance bright, Clearest is glancing. Come,come, come. Come, ere the blushing east. Daylight discover; Come, time is fleeting fast, Come to thy lover. Come, come, come. While o'er the rising moon, Clouds gently hover Come, lady, through the gloom, Come to thy lover, Come, come, come, Come to thy lover, Oh ! come, come, come. �T H E B U R I A L O F SIR J O H N M O O R E . Not a drum was Heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the ramparts we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot, O'er the grave where our hero was buried. We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moon-beams misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin inclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest—• With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we stedfastly gazed on the face of the dead; And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow; �How the foe and the stranger would tread o'er head, his And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock told the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun, That the foe was suddenly firing, Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone But we left him alone with his glory. THE PIGEON. Why tarries my love ?—ah ! where does he My love is long absent from me rove ; �7 Come hither my dove—I'll write to my love, And send him a letter by thee. 'To find him swift fly—the letter i'll tie, Secure to thy leg with a string ; 'A ! not to my leg, fair lady, I beg, But fasten it under my wing. Her dove she did deck:—she drew o'er his neck, A bell, and a collar so gay ; She tied to his wing the scroll with a string, Then kissed him, and sent him away. I t blew and it rained ;—the pigeon disdained, To seek shelter : undaunted he flew ; Till wet was his wing, and painful the string, So heavy the letter grew. He flew all around, till Colin he found, Then perched on his hand with the prize ; Whose heart, while he reads, with tenderness bleeds For the pigeon that flutters and dies, �8 O H ! D I N N A ASK M E G I N I L O ' E YE O h ! dinna ask me ginIlo'eye, 'Deed I darena tell ; Dinna ask me gin I lo'e ye, Ask it o' yoursel. Oh ! dinna look sae aft at me, For oh ! ye weel may trow ; That when ye look sae sair at me, I darena look at you. An' when ye gang to yon braw town, And bonnier lasses see; O' Jamie!I dinna look at them, For fear ye mind na me: For I could never bide; the lass ; That ye lo'ed mair than me ; And O I'm sure my heart would break, Gin ye'd prove false to me. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/f9fe40b39e326e46d145e16495717765.jpg 506467f9229cee03258827204dc0a54c 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 1587 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 Five Favourite Songs. The Triumph of Reform. While o'er the rising Moon. The Burial of Sir John Moore. The Pigeon. Dinna ask me gin I lo'e ye. 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 Triumph of Reform. While o'er the rising Moon. The Burial of Sir John Moore. The Pigeon. Dinna ask me gin I lo'e ye. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1832?] per National Library of Scotland 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 #7 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a woman beside her baby in a cradle on the title-page. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Newton-Stewart Songs Ballads Moore, John, Sir, 1761-1809 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 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 for the Booksellers, by J. McNairn