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Watty & Meg; or, The Wife Reformed. Owere true a Tale.
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1860-1865 per National Library of Scotland
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8 pages
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Woodcut of a vagrant with a dog, greeting a woman seated with child standing beside her on title-page and flower on bottom of page 8.
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Courtship and Marriage
War
Chapbooks - Scotland - Paisley
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A humorous song about Watty and his wife, Meg, who nags and quarrels and scolds him within an inch of his life. One morning, after being yelled at in front of all his friends and dragged home by Meg after a night of drinking, he tells he is leaving her to join the army because she has driven him away with all her “flyting,” or quarreling. She begs him to stay and promises she will mind her tongue if only he won’t leave her and the children, which he agrees to after making her solemnly swear to give up her flyting forever.
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The wife reformed
Owere true a tale
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Paisley: Printed by G. Caldwell & Co.
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Watty's Travels to Carslile, in search of a place. To which are added, Will Ye Go to the Trosachs. Blue Bonnets over the Border. Down the Burn Davie.
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1826
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Will Ye Go to the Trosachs.
Blue Bonnets over the Border.
Down the Burn Davie.
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Four songs on a variety of topics, including a young man who leaves his rural home to find work in the city, which doesn’t work out very well for him or his dog, and so he returns home again; a celebration of the beauty of the wooded glen of the Trossachs and surrounding natural features, enhanced by the presence of the singer’s lover; a marching song calling the Highland soldiers to war on behalf of Britain, written by Sir Walter Scott; and the happy story of two young lovers in the countryside.
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Courtship and Marriage
Highlands
Travel
War
Chapbooks - Scotland - Paisley
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Woodcut image of a fashionable man with walking stick on title-page
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Chapbook #1 in a bound collection of 34 chapbooks (s0098b48)
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Paisley: Printed by G. Caldwell
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Allan Tine o' Harrow ;
T o which are added,
Jack in his Element.
The Beds of Roses.
FALKIRK
PRINTED FOR THE
BOOKSELLERS.
�A L L A N T I N E O'
HARROW.
I am a darling highwayman,
My name is Tine O' Harrow,
I'm come of poor but honest folks
Nigh to the hills of Yarrow.
For getting of a maid with child,
For England I sail'd over.
Leaving ray parents almost wild,
Since I became a Rover;
Then straight to London I did go
Where I became a soldier.
Resolved to fight Britannia's foes,
Great Hector ne'er was bolder.
They sent me to a foreign court,
Where cannons loud did rattle,
Believe me boys, I do not boast,
How I behaved in battle.
For many's the battle I've been in,
In Holland and French Flanders
I always fought with a courage keen,
Led on by braye commanders.
�8
I always fought with a courage keen,
And aye was valiant hearted,
On account of the usage that I got,
Alas ! I soon deserted
Then straight for England I set sail,
As fast as wind could heave me,
Resolv'd that of my liberty,
There should no man deprive me.
• I slept into the fields all night,
For fear of being detected,
I could not walk the road by day,
Lest I should be suspected.
I being of a courage keen,
and likewise able bodied,
To stand the road was my intent,
with my pistols heavy loaded.
To rob upon the king's highway,
was my determination,
And for a robbery I was bent,
No other hesitation.
The very first man that ever I robb'd
He was a Lord of honour.
I
All in a roguish manner
own this man I did
assault,
�4
Says I, my Lord, your gold I want,
Make no delay, but give it,
For if you don't 'tis my intent,
By powder and ball to have it.
I clapt my pistol to his breast,
Which made him for to shiver,
Five hundred pounds in ready gold
To me he did deliver.
His gold, repeating watch likewise.
To me he did surrender.
I thought it a most gallant prize,
When he this gold did tender.
With part of this said money I got,
I bought a famous gelding,
That over a five bar gate could jump,
I bought him from Mr Fielding.
When I was mounted on my steed,
I looked most bold and daring,
Then to the road I set with speed,
No man I now was fearing.
That night I robb'd lord Arkinstone,
Nigh unto Covent-Garden,
And two or three hours ofter that,
I robb'd the Earl of Warren.
�5
Through streets, broad streets, and lanes also,
I
robb'd Lords, Dukes and Earls,
Myself in grandeur to maintain,
And to support my girls.
I never robb'd a poor man in my life
But those of a high character ;
I robb'd nigh unto Turnham-greet,
A revenue Collector.
Five hundred pounds I took from him,
And smiling it was ready,
A hundred guineas of bright gold,
I did return his lady.
Wherever I saw the distressed poor,
When poverty did grieve them,
I always found my heart inclin'd,
By money to relieve them.
I
laid upon the rich and great,
To rob the poor I scorned,
Unless that God prevents my fate,
In doom I now lie borned.
For straight in Newgate I'm confin'd,
And by the law convicted;
Tyburn-tree proves my destiny
At which I'm much affrighted.
�6
Farewell, my home and countrymen,
And the ancient hills of Yarrow.
Kind providence may rest the soul
Of Allan Tine o' Harrow.
J A C K IN HiS E L E M E N T .
Bold Jack the Sailor, here I come,
Pray how do you like my nib;
My trowsers wide, my trampers rum,
My nab and flowing jib :
I sail the seas from end to end,
And lead a roving life,
At every mess we find a friend,
At every port a wife.
I have heard them talk of constancy,
Of grief and such like fun,
I have constant been to ten, cry'd I,
But never griev'd for one.
The flowing sails we tars unbend,
To lead a roving live,
At every mess we find a friend,
At every port a wife.
I have a spanking wife at Portsmouth Gates,
A Pigmy at Goree ;
�7
An Orange Tawny up the Straits,
A Black at St. Lucie:
Thus whatsoever course we bend,
We lead a jovial life,
At every mess we find a friend,
At every port a wife.
Will Gaffe by death was ta'en aback,
I came to bring the news,
Poll whimper'd sore, but what did Jack?
Why stood in William's shoes !
She cut, I chas'd, and in the end
She lov'd me as her life.
So she has got a loving friend,
And I a loving wife.
Come all you Sailors that do go
The unfortunate seas to rub,
You must work, love and fight your foes,
And drink your generous bub ;
Storms that our masts in splinters tear,
Can make, our joyous life,
In every want we find a friend,
And every port a wife.
T H E BED OF R O S E S .
As I was a walking one morning in May,
The small birds were singing delightful and gay,
here with my true love did often sport and play,
Down among the bonny bed of Roses.
�8
My pretty brown girl come sit on my knee.
For there's none in the world I can fancy but thee ;
Nor will I ever change my old love for a new,
So my pretty brown girl do not leave me.
My daddy and mammy, they often us'd to say,
That I was a naughty boy aad us'd to run away;
If they bid me go to work I wou'd sooner go to
play,
Down amongst the bonny bed of Roses.
Then away to the church we will walk with an air,
Kind Hymen proclaims us to be the happy pair,
Her bosom I'll press, and her chains I will wear,
Down amongst the bonny Bed of Roses.
As I was a walking one morning in spring,
The winter going out, and the summer coming in,
The cuckoo sang cuckoo, your welcome here!
again,
And I pray you stay among the green bushes.
FINIS.
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Jack in his element.
The Beds of Roses
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1830-1840 per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks
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8 pages
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Chapbook #11 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks
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Woodcut image of portrait of man in Oriental dress on title-page
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Chapbooks--Scotland--Falkirk
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University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <a href="University%20of%20Glasgow%20Union%20Catalogue%20of%20Scottish%20Chapbooks%20%20http%3A//special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a>
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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Falkirk: Printed for the Booksellers
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THE
Berkshire
Lady's
GARLAND.
IN F O U R P A R T S .
I. Cupid's Conquest over a coy L a d y of five
thousand a-year, &c.
II. T h e L a d y ' s letter of a challange to fight him
upon refusing to wed her in a mask without
knowing who she was.
III. How they met by appointment in a Grove,
where she obliged him to fight or wed her.
IV. How they rode together in her gilded Coach
to her noble seat or castle, &c.
FALKIRK:
PRINTED FOR T H E BOOKSELLERS.
�THE
Berkshire Lady's Garland.
T U N E , — " T h e Royal F o r r e s t e r . "
Bachelors of every station,
Mark this strange and t r u e relation,
Which
in brief to you I b r i n g .
N e v e r was a stranger thing.
Yon shall find it worth t h e hearings
L o y a l love is most endearing,
W h e n it takes the deepest r o o t ,
Yielding charms and gold to boot.
S o m e will wed for love of treasure ;
But the sweetest joy and pleasure
Is in faithful love you'll find,
G r a c e d with a noble mind.
Such a noble disposition,
H a d this lady, with submission,
Of whom I this sonnet write,
Store of wealth and beauty bright.
She had left by a good g r a n n u m ,
Full five thousand pounds per annum,
Which she held without c o n t r o l l ;
T h u s she did in riches roll.
T h o ' she had vast store of riches,
Which some persons m u c h bewitches,
Yet she bore a courteous mind,
N o t the least t o pride inclin'd.
M a n y noble persons c o u r t e d
This young lady, 'tis reported,
�8
But their labour prov'd in vain,
T h e y could not her favour g a i n .
T h o ' she made such t r u e resistance,
Yet by C u p i d ' s t r u e assistance,
She was conquered a f t e r all,
How it was declare I snall.
Being at a noble wedding,
N e a r the famous town of R e d d i n g ,
A young gentleman s h e saw,
W h o belonged to the l a w .
As she view'd His sweet behaviour,
E v e r y courteous carriage gave h e r
New additions to her g r i e f ;
Forc'd she was to seek relief.
Privately she then e n q u i r ' d ,
A b o u t him so m u c h admir'd,
Both his name and where h e dwelt,
S u c h was t h e hot flames she felt.
T h e n a t n i g h t this y o u t h f u l lady,
Call'd her coach, which being r e a d y ,
H o m e w a r d straight she did r e t u r n ,
But her h e a r t i n flames did b u r n .
P A R T II.
Night a n d m o r n i n g for a season,
in her closet would she
reason
With herself, and often said,
W h y has love my h e a r t b e t r a y ' d ?
I that h a v e So many slighted,
Am at length so well r e q u i t e d ,
For my griefs are not a few
Now I find what lovecando.
!
�4
H e that has my h e a r t in keeping,
T h o ' I for his sake be w e e p i n g ;
L i t t l e knows what grief I feel,
But I'll try it out with steel.
For I will a challenge send him,
And appoint where I'll attend him ;
I n a grove w i t h o u t delay,
By the dawning of the day.
H e shall not t h e least discover,
T h a t I am a virgin lover.
By the challenge, which I send ;
But for justice I c o n t e n d .
H e has caused sad distraction,
And I come for satisfaction,
Which if he denies to give,
O n e of us shall cease to live.
Having thus her mind reveal'd,
She her letter closed and sealed :
Now when it c a m e to his hand,
T h e y o u n g man was at a stand.
In her letter she c o n j u r ' d him,
For to meet, and well a s s u r d him,
R e c o m p e n c e he m u s t afford,
Or dispute it with t h e sword.
Having read the strange relation,
H e was in a c o n s t e r n a t i o n ;
T h e n advising with his friend,
H e persuades him to attend.
Be of courage and make ready,
Faint h e a r t never won fair lady,
In regard it must b e so,
I along with you will go.
�5
P A R T III.
Early on a summer's morning,
When bright Phoebus was adorning
Every bower with his beams,
The fair lady came it seems.
At the bottom of the mountain,
Near a pleasant crystal fountain ;
T h e r e she left her gilded coach,
While, the grove she did approach,
Covered with her mask and walking.
T h e r e she met her lover talking
With a friend that he had b r o u g h t ;
Straight she ask'd him, who she sought.
I am challenged by a gallant,
Who resolves to try my t a l e n t ;
Who he is I cannot say,
But I hope to shew him play.
It is that I did invite you,
You shall wed me or I'll fight you,
Underneath those spreading t r e e s ;
Therefore choose you which you please.
You shall find I do n o t vapour,
I have brought mv trusty rapier,
Therefore take your choice says she,
Either fight or marry me.
Said he, madam, pray what mean you?
In my life I never saw you ;
Pray unmask, your visage ahow,
Then I'll tell you Aye or No.
I will not my face uncover,
Till the marriage ties are over,
�6
Therefore choose you which you will,
Wed me, sir, or try your skill.
Step within that pleasant bower,
With your friend one single hour,
Strive your thoughts to reconcile,
And I will wander here the while.
While this charming lady waited,
T h e young bachelors debated,
What was best for to be done ;
Quoth his friend, the hazard run.
If my j u d g m e n t may be trusted,
Wed her first, you can't be worsted,
If she's rich, you'll rise to fame,
If she's poor, why you're the same.
H e consented to be married,
In her coach they all were carried,
T o a church without delay,
W h e r e he weds t h e lady gay.
T h e sweet pretty Cupids hover'd,
Round her eyes, her face was cover'd
With a mask, he took her thus,
J u s t for better or for worse.
With a courteous kind behatiour,
She presents his friend a favour,
A n d withal dismiss'd him straight,
T h a t he might no longer wait.
P A R T IV.
As the, gilded coach stood ready,
T h e young loVer arid his lady,
Rode together till they came
T o her house of state and fame.
�7
Which appeared like a castle,
Where he might behold a parcel
Of young ceders tall a n d straight,
Just before her palace gate.
Hand in hand they walked together,
To a hall or parlour rather,
Which was beautiful and fair,
All alone she left him there.
T w o long hours there he waited,
Her return at length he fretted,
And began to grieve at last,
For he had not broke his fast.
Still he sat like one amazed,
Round a spacious room he gazed,
Which was richly beautify'd ;
But, alas ! he lost his bride.
There was peeping, laughing, sneering,
All within the lawyer's hearing :
But his bride he could not s e e ;
Would I was at home thought he.
While his heart was melancholy,
Said the Stewart brisk and jolly,
Tell me friend, how came you here ?
You have some design I fear.
He reply'd dear loving master,
You shall meet with no disaster,
Through my means in any case,
Madam brought m e to this place.
Then the Steward did retire,
Saying that he would enquire,
Whether it was true or no ;
Never was lovehamperedso.
�8
Now the lady who had fill'd him
With those fears, lull well beheld him
From a window, where she drest,
Pleased at the pleasant jest.
When she had herself attired,
In rich robes to be admired,
She appeared in his sight,
Like a moving angel bright.
Sir, my servants have related,
How you have some hours waited
In my parlour, tell me who
In my house you, ever k r e w .
Madam if I have offended,
It is more than I intended ;
A young lady b r o u g h t me here,
T h a t is true said she my dear.
I can be no longer cruel
T o my joy and only jewel,
T h o u art mine and I am thine,
H a n d aud heart I do resign.
O n c e I was a wounded lover,
Now those fears are clearly over ;
By receiving what I gave,
T h o u art lord of what I have.
Beauty, honour, love and treasure,
A rich golden stream of pleasure,
W i t h his lady he enjoys ;
T h a n k s to Cupid's kind decoys.
Now he's cloth'd in rich attire,
Not inferior to a squire,
Beauty, honour, riches, store,
W h a t can man desire more.
F I N I S.
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Chapbooks--Scotland--Falkirk
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8 pages
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woodcut image of a bird sitting on a fence on the title-page
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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Bessy Bell & Mary Gray.
CAULD K A I L I N A B E R D E E N ,
Dear Tom, this Brown Jug.
One morning very early.
GLASGOW:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
1823.
�BESSY BELL AND MARY
GRAY.
O Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,
They were twa bonny lasses,
They bigg'd a bow'r on yon burn brae.
And theek'd it o'er wi' rashes,
Fair Bessy Bell I lo'ed yestreen.
And thought I ne'er could alter,
But Mary Gray's twa pawky een,
They g a r my fancy falter.
Now Bessy's hair's like a lint-tap,
She smiles like a May morning,
When Phoebus starts frae Thetis' lap,
The hills with rays adorning:
White is her neck, saft is her hand,
Her waist and feet's fu' genty;
With ilka grace she can command;
Her lips, O vow! they're dainty.
And Mary's locks are like a craw,
Her een like diamonds glances;
She's ay sae clean, redd up, and braw,
She kills whene'er she dances;
Blyth as a kid, with wit at will,
She blooming, tight, and tall is,
�3
And guides her airs sae gracefu' still,
O Jove, she's like thy pallas.
Dear Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,
Ye unco sair oppress us ;
Ourfanciesjeebetweenyousway,
Ye aresicbonnylasses:
Waes me! for baith I canna get;
To ane by law we're stented;
Then I'll draw cuts, and tak my fate,
And be with ane contented.
CAULD KAIL I N
ABERDEEN
There's cauld kail in Aberdeen,
AndcastocksinStrabogie,
Whar ilka ladmaunhavehislass,
But Imaunhaemycogie.
ForImaunhaemycogie,troth,
Icannawantmycogie;
I wadnagiemythree-girdcog,
For a'thewesinBogie.
JohnnySmithhasgotawife,
Wha scrimps o' his cogie;
But were she mine, upon my lifee
I'd duck her in a bogie.
For I maun hae, &c.
�4
Twa or three todlin weans they hae,
The pride o' a' Strabogie;
Whene'er the tottums cry for meat,
She curses ay his cagie.
Crying, Wae betide the three gird cog,
Oh wae betide the cogie;
It does mair skaith than a' the ills
That happen in Strabogie.
She fand himanceatWillieSharp's,
And what they maist did laugh at,
She brak the bicker, spilt the drink,
And tightly gouff'd his
haffet.
Crying, wae betide, &c.
Yet here's to ilka honest soul,
Wha'll drink wi' me a cogie;
And for ilk sillywhingingfool,
We'll duek him in a bogie,
For I maun hae my three-gird cog,
Icannaa want my cogie;
I wadna gie my three-gird cog
Fora'the wives in Bogie.
DEAR
TOM.
Dear Tom, this brown jug, that now
foams with mild ale, ;
�5
Out of which I now drink to sweet Nan
of the vale,
Was once Toby Filpot, a thirsty old soul
As e'er drank a bottle, of fathom'd a
bowl.
In boozing, about 'twas his praise to
excel,
And among jolly topers he bore off the
belL.
It chanc'd as in dog-days he sat at his
ease,
In his flow'r-woven arbour, as gay as you
please,
With a friend and a pipe puffing sorrow
away,
And with honest old stingo was soaking
his clay,
His breath doors of life on a sudden were
shut,
And he died full as big as a Dorchester
butt.
His body, when long in the ground it
had lain,
And time into clay had resolv'd it again;
A potter found out in itscovertsosnug,
�6
And with part of fat Toby he form'd this
brown jug,
Now sacred tofriendship,tomirthand
mild
So here's to my lovely sweetNanofthe
vale.
One morning MAID IN BEDLAM.
The very
early,
One morning in
the
spring,1
I heard a maid in
bedlam,
Whomournfullydidsing.
H e rchainssherattledinherhands,
Whilesweetlythussungshe,
I love my love, because I know |
My love loves me.
Oh cruel were his parents
Who sentmmylovetosea,
And cruel, cruel was the ship
That bore my love from me.
Yet I love his parentssincethey'rehis,
Although they'veruinedme,
And i love my love,becauseIknow
My love loves me.
�7
O should it please the pitying-powers,
Tocaillmetothesky,
I'd claim a guardian angel's charge,
Around my love to fly,
To guard him from all dangers
How happy should I be!
And I love my loye, because I know
Mylovelovesme.
I'll make a strawy garland,
I'll make it wondrous fine,
With roses, lilies, daisies,
I'll mix the egiantine;
And I'll present it to my love.
When he returns from sea,
For I love my love, because I know
My love loves me.
O! if I was a little bird
To build upon his breast,
Or if I was a nightingale,
To sing my love to rest;
To gaze upon his lovely eyes
All my reward should be,
For I love my love because l know
My love loves me.
�O if Iwereandeagle
To soar into the sky,
I'd
gaze around with piercing eyes,
Where, I my love might spy;
But ah ! unhappy maiden,
Thatloveyoune'ershallsee,
Yet I love my love,becauseIknow
My love loves me.
finis.
�
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1823
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Cauld Kail in Aberdeen.
Dear Tom, this Brown Jug.
One morning very early.
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8 pages
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Chapbook #47 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks
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Ballads and songs
Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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<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>
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Bonny Barbara Allan.
THE MINSTREL.
Oh! Nannie, wilt thou gang
wi' me.
Here awa, there awa
NAEBODY.
PRITNED E D THEB U R G H :
FOR I N BOOKSELLERS,
�BONNY
BARBARA
ALLAN.
I t was in and about the Martinmas time
When the green leaves were a-falling,
That Sir John Graeme in the west
counTry
Fell in iove with Barbara Allan.
H e sent his man down thro' the toWn,
To the place where she was dwelling,
O haste and come to my master dear,
Gin ye be Barbara Allan.
O hooly hooly rose she up,
To the place where he was lying,
And when she drew the curtain by,
Young man, I think ye're dying.
O
its I'm sick, and very very sick,
And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan,
O the better for me ye'se never be,
Tho' your heart's blood were a-spilling
O dinna ye mind, young man, said she,
When ye was in the tavern a drinking,
�That ye made the healths gae round and
round,
And slighted Barbara Allan.
He tufft'd his face unto the wall,
And death was with him dealing,
Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all,
And be kind to Barbara Allan.
And slowly slowly raise she up,
And slowly slowly left him;
And sighing, said, she could na stay,
Since death of life had reft him.
She had not gane a mile but twa,
When she heard the dead bell ringing
And ev'ry jow that the dead-bell gied,
It cry'd, Woe to Barbara Allan.
O mother, mother, mak my bed,
O mak it saft and narrow,
Since my love died for me to-day,
I'll die for him to-morrow.
�4
THE
MINSTREL.
Keen blaws the wind o'er DonnochtHead,
The snaw drives snellie thro' the dale;
The Gaberlunzie tirls my sneck,
And, shivering, tells his waefu' tale.
Cauld is the night, O let me in,
And dinna let your minstrel fa';
And dinna let his winding sheet
Be naething but a wreath o' snaw.
Full ninety winters hae I seen,
(flew;
And pip'd whar gor-cocks whirring
And mony a day ye've danc'd I ween,
To lilts which from my drone I blew.
My Eppie wak'd, and soon she cried,
Get up, gudeman, and let him in;
For weel ye ken the winter nights
Seem'd short when he began his din.
My Eppie's voice, O wow it's sweet,
E'en tho' she bans and scaulds a wee;
But when it's tun'd to sorrow's tale,
O, haith, it's doubly dear to me.
�5
Come in, a u l d carle, I'll steer my fire,
I'll mak it bleeze a bonnie flame,
Your bluid is thin, ye've tint the gate,
Ye should na stray sae far frae hame.
Nae hame hae I, the minstrel said,
Sad party-strife o'erturn'd my ha';
And, weeping, at the eve of life,
I wander thro' a wreath o' snaw.
FAIREST OF T H E
FAIR.
O Nannie, wilt thou gang wi' me,
Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town;
Can silent glens have charms for thee,
T h e lowly cot, and russet gown?
Nae ianger drest iri silken sheen,
Nae langer deck'd wi' jewels rare,
Say, canst thou quit each courtly scene,
Where thou wast fairest of the fair?
O Nannie, when thou'rt far awa,
Wilt thou not cast a look behind?
Say, canst thou face the flaky snaw,
Nor shrink before the warping wind ?
O can that saft and gentlest mien,
Severest haidships learn to bear,
�6
Nor sad regret each courtly scene,
Where thou wast fairest of the fair?
O Nannie, canst thou love so true,
Throl perils keen wi' me to gae?
Or when thy swain mishap shall rue,
To share with him the pang of wae.
And when invading pains befal,
Wilt thou assume the nurse's care,
Nor wishful those gay scenes recal,
Where thou wast fairest of the fair?
And when at last thy love shall die,
Wilt thou receive his parting breath?
Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh,
And cheer with smiles the bed of death?
And wilt thou o'er his much-lov'd clay,
Strew flow'rs, and drop the tender tear?
Nor then regret those scenes so gay,
Where thou wast fairest of the fair?
NAEBODY.
I'll partake wi' naebody;
I'll tak cuckold frae nane,
I'll gie cuckold to naebody.
I
�7
I hae a penny to spend,
There—thanks to naebody
I hae naething to lend,
I'll borrow frae naebody.
I am naebody's lord,
I'll be slave to naebody;
I hae a guid braid sword,
I'll tak dunts frae naebody.
I'll be merry and free,
I'll be sad for naebody;
If naebody care for me,
I'll care for naebody.
WANDERING
WILLIE.
Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame;
Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie,
Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the
same.
Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our
parting,
[ee;
Fears for my Willie brought tears in my
Welcome now simmer, and welcome my
Willie,
The sharper to nature, my Willie to me.
�8
Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of your
slumbers,
How your dread howling a lover alarms!
Wnuken ye breezes, row gently ye
billows,
[my arms.
And waft my, dear laddie ance mair to
But oh, if he's faithless, and mind na his
Nannie,
(main;
Flow still between us, thou wide-roaring
May I never see it, may I never trow it,
But, dying, believe that my Willie's my
ain.
�
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Oh! Nannie, wilt thou gang wi' me.
Here awa, there awa.
Naebody.
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[1815-1825?] per National Library of Scotland
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Chapbook #74 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks
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Ballads and songs
Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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<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>
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THE
DEATH OF W O L F E ,
LOVE HAS
EYES.
The Girl of my Heart.
SALLY
ROY.
STAY, TRAVELLER, TARRY.
THe Woodland Maid.
EDINBURGH :
PRINTEDFORTHEBOOKSELLERS,
�THE DEATH
OF WOLFE.
In a mouldering cave, a wretched
retreat,
Britannia sat wasted with care;
She wept for her Wolfe, then exclaim'd
against fate,
And gave herself up to despair.
The walls of her cell she had sculptured
around
With th' exploits of her favorite son;
Nay, even the dust, as it lay on the
ground,
(done.
Was engrav'd with some deeds he had
The sire of the gods, from his crystalline
throne,
Beheld the disconsolate dame,
And,mov'd with her tears, sent Mercury
down.
And these were the tidings that came:
Britainnia, forbear, not a sigh nor a tear
For thy Wolfe so deservedly lov'd;
Thy grief shall he chang'd into tumults
of joy,
For Wolfe is not dead,butremov'd.
�The Sons of the earth, the proud giants
of old,
Have fled from their darksome abodes,
And, such is the news that in heaven is
told,
(gods.
They are marching to war with the
A council was held in the chamber iff
Jove,
And this was their final decree,
That Wolfe should be call'd to the
army above;
And the charge was entrusted to me,
T o the plains of Quebec with the orders
I flew;
Wolfe begg'd for a moment's delay;
He cried, Oh, forbear! let me victory
hear,
And then the command I'll obey.
With a darkening film I encompass'd his
eyes,
And bore him away in an urn,
Lest the fondness he bore for his own
native shore,
;
Might tempt him again to return.
�4
LOVE HAS EYES.
Love's blind, they say,
O never, nay;
Can words Lpve's grace impart?
The fancy, weak,
The tongue may speak,
But eyes alone the heart.
In one soft look what language lies!
O yes:, believe me, Love has eyes.
Love's wing'd, they cry—
O, never, I —
On pinions love to soar;
Deceivers rove.
But never love,
Attach'd he moves no more:
Can he have wings who never flies?
And yes, believe me, Love has eyes.
THE
GIRL
OF M Y
HEART.
I have parks, I have grounds,
I
have deer, I have hounds,
And for sporting a neat little cottage,
I have youth, I have wealth,
I have strength, I have health,
�5
Yet I mope like a beau in his dotage.
What can I want?—'Tis the girl of my
heart,
T o share those treasures with me,
For had I the wealth which the indies
impart,
No pleasure would it give me,
Without the lovely girl of my heart
The sweet lovely girl of my heart.
My domain far extends,
And sustains social friends,
Who make music divinely enchanting;
We have halls, we have playn,
We have routs, public days,
And yet still I find something is wanting;
What should it be, but the girl of my
heart,
T o share those treasures with me!
For had I the wealth vAieh the Indies
impart,
No pleasure it would give me,
Without the lovely girl of my heart.
Then give me the girl of my heart.
�6
SALLY
ROY.
Fair Sally, once the village pride,
Lies cold and wan in yonder valley;
She lost her lover, and she died,
Grief broke the heart of gentle Sally.
Young Valiant was the hero's name,
For early valour fir'd the boy,
Who barter'd all his love for fame.
And kill'd the hopes of Sally Roy.
Swift from the arms of weeping love,
As rag'd the war in yonder valley,
He rush'd his martial power to prove,
While faint with fear sunk lovely Sally.
At noon she saw the youth depart,
At eve she lost her darling joy;
Ere night the last throb of her heart
Declar'd the fate of Sally Roy.
The virgin train in tears are seen,
When yellow moonlight fills the valley,
Slow stealing o'er the dewy green,
Towards the grave of gentle Sally.
And while remembrance wakes the sigh
Which weans each feeling heart from
joy,
�The mournful dirge, ascending high,
Bewails the fate of Sally Roy.
STAY,
TRAVELLER,
TARRY.
Stay, traveller, tarry here to-night,
The rain yet beats, the wind is
The moon too has withdrawn her light,
And gone to sleep behind a cloud.
'Tis seven long miles across the moor,
And should you from our cottage
stray,
You'll meet, I fear, no friendly door,
No soul to tell the ready way.
Come, dearest Kate, the meal prepare,
This stranger shall partake our best;
A cake and rasher be his fare,
With ale that makes the weany blest.
Approach the hearth, there take a place,
And, till the hour of rest draws nigh,
Of Robin Hood, and Chevy Chace,
We'll sing, then to our pallets hie.
Had I the means I'd use you well;
'Tis little I have got to boast;
loud,
�9
But should you of our cottage tell,
Say, Hal the Woodman was your
host.
THE
WOODLAND MAID.
The woodland maid, my beauty's queen,
In nature's simple charm' array'd,
This heart subdues; that matchless mien
^ Still binds me to the woodland maid.
Let others sigh for mines of gold,
For wide domain, for gay parade;
I would unmov'd such toys behold,
Possessed of thee, sweet w e t l a n d
maid.
F I N I s .
�
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The Death of Wolfe. Love has eyes. The Girl of my Heart. Sally Roy. Stay, Traveller, Tarry. The Woodland Maid.
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Love has eyes.
The Girl of my Heart.
Sally Roy.
Stay, Traveller, Tarry.
The Woodland Maid.
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[1815-1825?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks
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8 pages
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Chapbook #76 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks
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Ballads and songs
Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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<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>
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In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413
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Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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Dugald MacTaggart.
The Last Rose of Summer.
I have parks, I have grounds.
I'll think on thee, my love.
Love's blind, they say.
EDINBURGH :
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
�DUGALD M'TAGGART.
Would you'll know me my name, 'od
she's Dugald M'Taggart,
She'll brought hersel down frae the hills
o' Lochaber,
T o learn her nainsell to be a grand
haberdabber
Or a braw linen drabber, the tane or the
twa.
When she'll come to the laigh kintra,
'od she'll look unco shy like,
For she was na weel acquant ye see wi'
the laigh kintra dialect,
Hoo hoo, never heed, 'od she'd plenty
o' gaelic,
There's no ane had mair on the braes o'
Glendoo.
Then she'll tak a big shop and she'll
turn a great dealer,
She'll get the lang trust, and they'll no
^ seek nae bailure,
|
But Dugald M'Taggart hersell maks
failure,
a
�And they'll call her a bankrupt—a trade
she'll not knew.
They'll then call a meeting, 'od she'll
look unco quiet now,
She was keen to get awa, but faith they
bade her to wait now,
And they'll talk a' the while about a
great estate now,
'Od she'll think that they thought her
the laird o' Glendoo.
Then they'll syne seek her name to—
they'll ca'd a trust deeder,
Faith hersel wadna sign 'cause hersel
couldna read her,
And they'll seek componsitions, hoo hoo
never heed her,
There's nae sic a word on the braes o'
Glendoo.
If I'd hane my durk, by the L—d I'd
devour them,
For they took me to jail though I stood
there afore them,
But now I've gotten put on a hashie
minorum,
�4
And faith I'm as free as the winds on
Glendoo.
T H E LAST ROSE OF SUMMER.
'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming
alone,
All its lovely companions are faded and
gone;
No flow'r of its kindred, no rose-bud is
nigh,
To reflect back its blushes, or heave
sigh for sigh,
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, to
pine on the stem,
Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep
thou with them;
Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the
bed.
Where thy mates of the garden lye
scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow when friendships
decay,
And from love's shining circle the gems
�5
true hearts are withered, and fond
ones are flown,
O who would inhabit this bleak world
alone.
When
THE GIRL OF MY
HEART.
I have parks, I have grounds,
I have deer, I have hounds,
And for sporting a neat little cottage,
I have youth, I have wealth,
I have strength, I have health,
Yet I mope like a beau in his dotage.
What can I want?—-'Tis the girl of my
heart;
To share those treasures with me,
For had I the wealth which the Indies
impart,
No pleasure would it give me,
Without the lovely girl of my heart.
The sweet lovely girl of my heart.
My domain far extends,
And sustains social friends,
Who make music divinely enchanting;
We have balls, we have plays,
We have routs, public days
�6
And yet still I find something is wanting:
What should it be, but the girl of my
heart,
To share those treasures with me !
For had I the wealth which the Indies
impart,
No pleasure it would give me,
Without the lovely girl of my heart
Then give me the girl of my heart,
I'LL THINK ON THEE, MY LOVE.
In storms, when clouds obscure the sky;
And thunders roll, and lightnings fly,
In midst of all these dire alarms,
I think, my Sally, on thy charms,
The troubled main,
The wind and rain,
My ardent passion prove;
Lash'd to the helm,
Should seas overwhelm,
When rocks appear on every side,
And art is vain the ship to guide:
In varied shapes when death appears,
The thought of thee my bosom cheers
I'll
�7
The troubled main,
The wind and rain,
My ardent passion prove;
Lash'd to the helm,
Should seas, o'erwhelm,
I'd think on thee, my love.
But should the gracious pow'rs be kind,
Dispel the gloom, and still the wind,
And waft me to thy arms once more,
Safe to my long lost native shore.
No more the main
I'd tempt again,
But tender joys improve;
I then with thee
Should happy be,
And think on nought but love.
LOVE HAS EYES.
Love's blind, they say,
• O never, nay;
Can words Love's grace impart?
The fancy, weak,
The tongue may speak,
But eyes alone the heart,
�8
In one soft look what language lies!
O yes, believe me, Love has eyes.
Love's wing'd, they cry—
O, never, I—
On pinions love to soar;
Deceivers rove,
But never love,
Attach'd he moves no more:
Can he have wings who never flies?
And yes, believe me, Love has eyes.
FINIS.
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Dugald MacTaggart. The Last Rose of Summer. I have parks, I have grounds. I'll think on thee, my love. Love's blind, they say.
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Chapbooks--Scotland--Edinburgh
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Woodcut image of two knights in armor on title-page
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The last rose of summer
I have parks, I have grounds
I'll think on thee, my love
Love's blind, they say
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unknown
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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8 pages
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Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller
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THE
Duke of Gordon's
Three Daughters,
To WHICH ARE ADDED,
Mary I believ'd thee
true,
AND
Prince Charlie.
FALKIRK:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
�The Duke of Gordon's Daughters.
The Duke of Gordon had three daughters,
Elizabeth, Margaret and Jean :
T h e y would not stay in bonny Castle Gordon,
But they went away to bonny Aberdeen.
They had not been in bonny Aberdeen
A twelvemonth and a day,
Till Jean fell in love with Captain Ogilvie,
And away with him went she.
Word came to the Duke of Gordon,
In the chamber where he lay,
How lady Jean fell in love with a captain,
And from him she would not stay,
G o saddle me the black horse, he cry'd,
M y servant shall ride on the grey,
And I will g o to bonny Aberdeen
Forwith to bring her away.
They were not a mile from Aberdeen,
A mile but only one,
Till he met with his two daughters,
But away was lady Jean.
O where is your sister maidens ?
Where is your sister now :
O where is your sister, maidens,
That she's not walking with you ;
O pardon us honoured father !
O pardon us they did say :
Lady Jean is with Captain Ogilvie,
And from him she will not stay.
�When he came to bonny Aberdeen,
And down upon the green,
There he did see Captain Ogilvie,
A training o f his men.
O
woe be to the Captain Ogilvie !
And an ill death thou shalt die.
For taking to thee my daughter,
High hanged shalt thou be.
The D u k e o f Gordon wrote a broad letter,
And sent it to the king,
T o cause him hang brave Captain Ogilvie,
I f e'er he caused hang any man.
No I will not hang Captain Ogilvie,
For any offence that I see.
But I'll cause him to put off the scarlet,
And put on the single livery.
Now word came to Captain Ogilvie,
In the chamber where he lay,
T o strip off the gold and scarlet,
And put on the single livery.
If this be for bonny Jeannie Gordon,
This penance I'll tak wi',
If this be for bonny Jeannie Gordon,
All this and more I'll dree.
Lady Jean had not been married
A year but only three,
Till she had a babe in every arm,
And another on her knee.
O
but I'm weary weary wandering !
�O but my fortune, is bad,
It sets not the Duke of Gordon's daughter
T o follow a soldier lad.
O hold your tongue, bonny Jean Gordon,
O hold thy tongue my lamb,
For once I was a noble captain,
N o w for thy sake a single man.
O high was the hills and the mountains,
Cold was the frost and the snow ;
Lady Jean's shoes were all torn,
N o farther could she go.
O
if I were in
glens of Foudlen,
Where hunting I have been,
I
could go to bonny castle Gordon,
Without either stockings or sheen.
O hold your tongue bonny Jeanie Gordon,
O hold your tongue my dew;
I've but one half-crown in the world,
I'll buy hose and shoon to you.
When she came to bonny Castle Gordon,
And coming over the green,
The Porter cried out, with a loud voice,
Yonder comes our lady Jean.
You are welcome bonnyJeanieGordon,
You are dearly welcome to me,
You are welcome, dearJeanieGordon,
But awaywithyourOgilvie.
Now over the seas went the Captain,
As a soldier under c o m m a n d ;
�5
But a messenger soon followed after,
Which caused a countermand.
Come home now, pretty Captain Ogilvie,
To enjoy your brother's land ;
Come home now, pretty Captain Ogilvie,
You're the heir of Northumberland.
O what does this mean ? says the Captain,
Where's my brother's land ;
Come home now, pretty Captain Ogilvie,
Your the heir of Northumberland.
O what does this mean ? says the Captain,
Where's my brother's children three ?
O
they are all dead and buried,
The lands are all ready for thee.
Then hoist up your sails, brave Captain,
And let's be jovial and free;
I'll go home and have my estate,
And then my dear Jeanie I'll see.
He soon came tobonnyCastleGordon,
And then at the gate stood h e ;
The Porter cry'd out with a loud shout,
Here comes Captain Ogilvie !
You're welcome pretty Captain Ogilvie,
Your fortune's advanced I hear,
No stranger can come to my gates,
That I do love so dear.
Sir the last time I was at your gate
You wouldnotletmein;
I am come for my wife and children,
�6
No friendship else I claim.
Then she came tripping down the stair,
With the tear into her ee,
One babe she had at every foot,
Another upon her knee.
You're welcome, bonny Jean Gordon,
You're dearly welcome to me,
You're welcome bonny Jean Gordon,
Countess of Northumberland to be.
Now the Captain came off with his lady,
And his sweet babies three,
Saying, I'm as good blood by descent,
Tho' the great Duke o f Gordon you be.
Prince Charlie.
When Charlie first came to the North,
With the manly looks of a Highland laddie,
Moved every true Scottish heart to warm,
To guard the lad wi' the tartan plaidie.
Love, farewell,—friends, farewell,
T o guard my king, I'll bid all farewell.
When king Geordy heard o f this,
That he'd gane North to heir his dadie,
He sent Sir John Cope to the North,
For to catch him in his tartan plaidie.
But when Cope come to Inverness,
They told him he was south already :
�7
I must like a lion conquer all,
By virtue of the tartan plaidie.
When they came to Aberdeen,
The English fleet was lying ready
To carry them over to Edinburgh town,
If they'd catch the lad wi' the tartan plaidie.
On Prestonpans he formed his clans,
Where many a baby lost its dadie,
Our noble Prince stood on the front,
And wasna ashamed to shew the plaidie.
Sir John Cope address'd his men,
Saying, if you'll be both stern and steady,
Thirty thousand pounds you'll have
To catch the lad wi' the tartan plaidie.
Then our noble Prince address'd his men,
Saying, if you'll both stern and steady,
I'll set you down in this kingdom free,
If you fight with me for to keep the plaidie.
The Duke of Perth was on his right,
The bold Monro and the brave Glengary
From the Isle o f Sky the brave Lochiel,
Maclarens bold and brave Macredy.
On Prestonpans he formed his clans,
Regarding neither son nor dadie;
Like the wind of the sky they made them fly,
With every shake of the tartan plaidie.
A painted room and a silken bed,
Will hardly please a German lairdie,
But a far better prince than ere he was
Lay amang the heather in his tartan plaidie.
�8
Mary, I Believed thee True.
MARY I
And I
But now
A girl
believ'd thee true.
was blest in thus believing,
I mourn that e'er I know,
so fair and so deceiving,
Few have ever lov'd like me
Oh ! I have lov'd thee too sincerely;
And few have e'er deceiv'd like thee,
Alas ! deceived me too severely ;
Fare thee w e l l ! — y e t think a while.
On one, whose bosom bleeds to doubt thee—
W h o now would rather trust than smile,
And die with thee than live without thee.
Fare thee w e l l ! — I'll think on thee!
Thou leav'st me many a bitter token,
For see, distracting woman ! see.
M y peace is gone, my heart is broken.
FINIS.
�
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The Duke of Gordon's Three Daughters, To which are added, Mary I believ'd thee true, and Prince Charlie.
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Chapbook #18 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks
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Mary I believ'd thee true
Prince Charles
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1840-1850 per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <a href="University%20of%20Glasgow%20Union%20Catalogue%20of%20Scottish%20Chapbooks%20%20http%3A//special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a>
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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In the public domain; For higher quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413
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Falkirk: Printed for the Booksellers
Type
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ballads & songs
Subject
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Jacobites
War
Courtship and Marriage
Charles Edward, Prince, grandson of James II, King of England, 1720-1788
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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Woodcut #09: Illustration on title-page of a group of 3 soldiers wearing feathered caps and kilts (1 playing bagpipes, 1 playing drums, 1 holding a sword) standing next to a gentleman wearing a hat and holding a walking stick.
# of Woodcuts: 1
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1841-1850
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Genre: battles/war
Chapbook Publisher - Falkirk: Printed for the Booksellers
Fashion (Clothing): bonnet (military)
Fashion (Clothing): coat
Fashion (Clothing): feather bonnet
Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire
Fashion (Clothing): jacket
Fashion (Clothing): kilt
Fashion (Clothing): knee breeches
Fashion (Clothing): military
Fashion (Clothing): sporran
Fashion (Clothing): upper class
Gender: man/men
Musical Instruments: bagpipe(s)
Musical Instruments: drum(s)
Outdoor Scene
Weapons: sword(s)
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EIGHT
FAVOURITE
SONGS.
Hurra for the Bonnets o' Blue,
A Soldier's Gratitude.
Thou hast left me ever, Jamie.
Had I a Heart for falsehood framed.
Up in the Morning early.
On Belvidera's Bosom lying.
Away with Melancholy.
It is not so.
NEWTON-STEWART
Printed
for the Booksellers, by
J.
M'NAIRN.
:
�H U R R A H FOR
THE
BONNETS
OF
BLUE
Hurra for the bonnets of blue,
Hurra for the bonnets of blue
It's guid to support Caledonia's cause.
And bide by the bonnets of blue.
It's guid to be merry and wise,
It's guid to be honest and true;
It's guid to support Caledonia's cause,
And bide by the bonnets of blue.
Here's freedom to them that would read,
Here's freedom to them that would write ;
There's nane ever feared that the truth should be
heard,
But they whom the truth would indite,
Hurrah for the bonnets of blue,
Hurrah for the bonnets of blue ;
It's guid to be wise, to be honest, and true.
And bide by the bonnets of blue.
�8
A SOLDIER'S GRATITUDE.
Whatever my fate—where'er I roam—
By sorrow still oppressed ;
I'll ne'er forget the peaceful home ;
That gave the wanderer rest.
Then ever rove life's sunny banks,
By sweetest flowerets strewed :
Still may you claim a soldiers thanks--A soldier's gratitude.
The tender sigh, the balmy tear,
That meek-eyed pity gave;
My last expiring hour shall cheer,
And bless the wanderer's grave.
Then ever rove life's sunny banks,
By sweetest flowerets strewed ;
Still may you claim a soldiers thanks—
A soldier's gratitude.
THOU H A S T L E F T M E EVER, J A M I E .
Thou hast left me ever, Jamie,
Thou hast left
ever ;
�Thou hast left me ever, Jamie,
Thou hast left me ever.
Aften thou hast vowed that death.
Only should us sever ;
Now thou'st left thy lass for aye ;
I maun see thee never, Jamie,
Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie,
Thou hast me forsaken :
Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie,
Thou hast me forsaken.
Thou canst love another j o
While my heart is breaking
Soon my weary een I'll close,
Never mair to waken, Jamie,
Never mair to waken.
H A D I A H E A R T FOR F A L S E H O O D
Had I a heart for falsehood framed,
FRAMED
�5
For though your tongue no promise claim'd,
Your charms would make me true,
To you no soul should bear deceit,
No stranger offer wrong :
But
friends in all the agedyou'llmeet,
And lovers in the young.
But when they learn that you have bless'd?
Another with your heart;
They'll bid aspiring passion rest,
And act a brothers part.
Then, Lady, dread not their deceit,
Nor fear to suffer wrong;
For friends in all the aged you'll meet,
And lovers in the young.
I T IS N O T S O .
It is not so—is not so—
The world may think me gay,
And on my cheek the ready smile
May
�6
The ray which tips with gold the stream.
Gilds not the depths below ;
All bright alike the eye may
But yet—it is not so.
Why to the cold and careless throng
My ceaseless grief reveal?
Why speak of what I was, to those
Who do not, cannot feel ?
No! joy may light the brow—unknown
Unseen my tear drops flow,
'Tis my poor sorrowing heart alone
Responds—it is not so,
U P IN T H E M O R N I N G
EARLY.
Up in the morning's no for me,
Up in the morning early ;
When a the hills are cover'd wi' snaw,
I'm sure it's winter fairly,
Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,
The drift is driving sairly ;
Sae
lond
�7
I'm
sure it's winter fairly,
Up in the morning &c.
The birds sit chattering on the thorn,
A' day they fare but sparely;
And lang's the night frae e'en to morn,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.
Up in the morning, &c.
AWAY WITH MELANCHOLY.
Away with melancholy,
Not doleful changes ring ;
On life and human folly,
But merrily, merrily sing.
Fal lal
Come on ye rosy hours,
Gay smiling m o m e n t bring ;
We'll strew the way with flowers,
And merrily, merrily sing,
Fal laL.
�8
For what's the use of sighing,
While time is on the wing?
Can we prevent his flying ?
Then merrilly, merrily sing,
Fal l a l
ON BELVIDERA'S BOSOM LYING.
On Belvidera's bosom lying,
Wishing, panting, sighing dying,
The cold regardless maid to move,
With unavailing prayers I sue,
Yon first have taught me how to love,
O teach me to be happy too.
But she, alas! unkindly wise,
To all my sighs and tears replies,
'Tis every prudent maid's concern.
Her lover's fondness to improve,
If to be happy you should learn,
You quickly would forget to love.
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8
Channels
3
Height
2889
Width
1890
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Title
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Eight Favourite Songs. Hurra for the Bonnets o'Blue. A Soldier's Gratitude. Thou hast left me ever, Jamie. Had I a Heart for falsehood framed.Up in the morning early. On Belvidera's Bosom lying. Away with Melancholy. It is not so.
Identifier
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<a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134473505154">s0100b01</a>
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Hurra for the Bonnets o'Blue.
A Soldier's Gratitude.
Thou hast left me ever, Jamie.
Had I a Heart for falsehood framed.
Up in the morning early.
On Belvidera's Bosom lying.
Away with Melancholy.
It is not so.
Is Part Of
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Chapbook #73 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks
Description
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Woodcut image of three men in a rural landscape on title-page
Subject
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Ballads
Songs
Date
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1820-1837? per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks
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Extent
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8 pages
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University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <a href="University%20of%20Glasgow%20Union%20Catalogue%20of%20Scottish%20Chapbooks%20%20http%3A//special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a>
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner.
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In the public domain; For higher quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413
Publisher
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Newton-Stewart: Printed for the Booksellers, by J. McNairn