35 10 639 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ecc1ed8a2f1a5d98fd202d657c1be497.pdf 35cdc732c96f2dc880721d6699c13783 PDF Text Text THE EXCELLENT Old Scots Song OF T H E Blaeberry Courtship, T O W H I C H IS A D D E D , T H E CROOK A N D PLAID. FALKIRK: PRINTED FOR THE B O O K S E L L E R S �The Blaeberry Courtship. W I L L you go the Highlands, my jewel, with me, Wil you go the Highlands the flocks for to see, health to my jewel to breath the sweet air, And to pull the blackberries in the forest so fair. To the Highlands, my jewel, I will not go with thee, the road it is long, and the hills they are high, love those vallies and sweet corn fields, More than all the blaeberries your wild mountains yield. Our hills they are bonny when the heather's in bloom, It would cheer a fine fancy in the month of June, To pull the blaeberries and carry them home, [on. And set them on your table when December comes Out spake her father, that saucy old man, You might have chosen a mistress among your own clan. I t s but poor entertainment to our Lowland dames, To promise them heather and blue heather bloom. Kilt up your green plaidie, walk over yon hill, For a sight of your Highland face does me much ill, For I will wed my daughter and spare pennies too, To whom my heart pleases, and what's that to you. �3 My plaid it is broad, it has colours anew, Goodman, for your kindness, I'll leave it with you, I have got a warm cordial keeps the cold from me, The blithe blinks of love from your daughters eye. My flocks they are thin, and my lodgings but bare, And you that has meikle the more you can s p a r e ; Some of your spare pennies with me you will share, And you winna send your lassie o'er the hills bare. H e went to his daughter to give her advice, Said, if you go with him, I'm sure you're not wise, He's a rude Highland fellow, as poor as a crow, He's of the clan of Caithness for ought that I know. But if you go with him, I'm sure you'll go bare, You'll have nothing father or mother can spare, Of all I possess I'll deprive you for aye, If o'er the hills, lassie, you go away. It's father, keep what you are not willing to give, For fain would I go with him, as sure as I live; What signifies gold or treasure to me, If the Highland hills is between my love and me. Now she is gone Away to a place H e had no steed But still he said, with him in spite of them a', that her eyes never saw : for to carry her on, lassie, think not the road long. In a warm summer's evening they came to a glen, Being wearied with travel the lassie sat down; �4 Get up my brave lassie, let us step on, Fo, the sun will go round before we get h o m e My feet are all torn, my shoes are all rent, I'm wearied with travel and just like to faint, Were it not for the sake of your kind company, I would lie in the desert until that I die. The day is far spent and the night's coming on, And step you aside to yon bonny mill-town, And there you'll ask lodgings for thee and for me, For glad would I be in a barn for to be. The place it is pleasant and bonny indeed, But the people are hard-hear ted to us that's in need, Perhaps they'll not grant us their barn nor byre, But I'll go and ask them as it is your desire. The lassie went foremost, sure I was to blame, To ask for a lodging myself I thought shame ; T h e lassie replied with tears not a few, It's ill ale, said she, that's sour when it's new. In a short time thereafter they came to a grove, Where his flocks they were feeding in numberlest droves, Allan stood musing his flocks for to see, Step on, says the lady, that's no pleasure to me. A beautful laddie, with green t a r t i n trews, And twa bonnie lassies, were bughting in ewes, �5 They said, honoured master, are you come again, Long, long have we look'd for you coming hame. Bught in your ewes lassies, and go your way home I've brought a swan frae the north, I have her to tame; Her feathers are fallen, and where can she lie ? The best bed in the house her bed shall be. The lady's heart was far down it coudna well rise ; Till many a iad and lass came in with a phrase, To welcome the lady to welcome her home ; Such a hall in the Highlands she never thought on. The laddies did whistle and the lassies did sing, They made her a supper might served a queen; With ale and with whisky they drank her health round; And they made to the lady a braw bed of down. Early next morning he led her to the hay, He bid her look round as far as she could spy, These lands and possessions my debt for to pay, You winna gae round them in a lang summer day. O Allan ! O Allan ! I'm indebted to thee, It is a debt, dear Allan. I never can pay. O Allan! O Aiian ! how came you for me! Sure I am not worthy your bride for to be. How call you me Allan, when Sandy's my name? Why call you me Allan ? sure you are to blame : �6 For don't you remember when at school with thee, I was hated by all the rest but loved by thee ? How oft have I fed on your bread & your cheese ? Likewise when you had but an handful of pease, Your cruel hearted father hound at me his dogs, They tore my bare heels, and rave all my rags. Is this my dear Sandy whom I lov'd so dear? I have not heard of you this many a year ; When all the rest went to bed, sleep was frae me, For thinking on what was become of thee. My parents were born lang before me, Perhaps by this time they are drown'd in the sea, These lands and possessions they left them to me, And I came for you, jewel, to share them with thee. In love we began, and in love we will end, And in joy and mirth our days we will spend: And a voyage to your father once more we will go, And relieve the old farmer from his trouble and woe. With men and maid servants us to wait upon, So away to her father in a chaise they are gone ; The laddie went foremost, the brave Highland loun, Till tney came to the road that leads to the town. When he came to the gate, he gave a loud roar, Come down, gentle farmer, Catherine's at your door, �7 When he look'd out at the window, he saw his daughter's face, With his hat in his hand he made a great phrase. Keep on your hat, farmer, don't let it fa'. For it sets not the peacock to bow to the crow. It's hold your tongue, Sawney, and do not taunt me, For my daughter's not worthy your bride for to be. Now he held his bridle reins, till he came down, And then he conveyed him to a fine room ; With the finest of spirits they drank a fine toast, And the son and the father drank both in one glass. The Crook and Plaid. If lassies loe the laddies, they surely should confess, For every lassie has a lad she loes aboon the r e s t ; He's dearer to her bosom whatever be his trade, And through life I'll loe the laddie that wears the Crook and Plaid. He's aye true to his lover, a y e true to me. He climbs the mountains early, his fleecy flocks to view, He spier the little laverocks spring out frae 'mang the dew; His Wanders forward with the laddie that wears the Crook and Plaid. For he's, &c. �8 He pues the blooming heather, he pues the lilly meek, Calls the lily like my bosom the heather like my cheek, His words are aye so tender, my heart is aye so glad, There's nae wooer like the laddie that wears the Crook and Plaid. For he's, &c. I winna hae the laddie that ca's the cart & plough, Although he may be tender, although he may be true, But I will hae the laddie, that has my heart betrayed He's the faithful shepherd laddie, that wears the Crook and Plaid. For he's &c. It's down beside the hawthorn that blooms in the vale, I'll meet him in the gloaming far frae the noisy gale, His words are aye Sae tender, my heart is aye sae glad. For he kens the way sae nicely to row me in his plaid. For he's, &c. To such a faithful lover, oh, who would not comply, True love gives purer pleasure than aught beneath the sky, If love be in your bosom, my heart can ne'er be sad. And thro' life I'll lo'e the laddie that wears the Crook and Plaid. For he's, &c. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/f11637ad52fd89aba6406b3c36184999.jpg 4ca6e5da300af16535e546930b69c762 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 3245 Width 2008 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 042: Title-page illustration in a single ruled border of a couple dancing in the middle of a crowded room. A seated musician is playing an instrument on the right. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Excellent Old Scots Song of the Blaeberry Courtship. To which is added, The Crock and Plaid. 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Chapbook #16 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Falkirk Courtship and Marriage Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <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> Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. 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Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For higher quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Falkirk: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 1 Activity: dancing Architecture: house Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1851 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Falkirk: Printed for the Bookseller Fashion (Clothing): upper class Gender: man/men Gender: woman/women Indoor Scene Musical Instruments: bagpipe(s) Object: painting(s) Occupation: musician(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5232c6bbca55d6ace6f21d413ad36a6b.pdf 45964b4f03d5577409ca1a2cc2296aa9 PDF Text Text THE FACTOR'S GARLAND IN FOUR P A R T S . PART I. Being a true account how a young man (after having squandered away part of his estate) became Factor to several merchants in London. How he found the corpse of a dead Christian lying on the ground in Turkey, and gave fifty pounds for its burial. PART II. How he freed a young woman from being strangled, and brought her to London. PART III. And how by a vest of her flowering, the Prince came to hear of his daughter. PART IV. How he was betrayed and cast overboard, and what way and manner he was preserved and brought to the Prince's palace, and married the damsel, &c. FALKIRK: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. �THE FACTOR'S GARLAND. PART I. BEHOLD here's a ditty the truth and no jest, Concerning a young gentleman who liv'd in the east, Who by his great gaming came to poverty, And afterwards went many voyages to sea. Being well educated and one of great wit. Three merchants in London, they all thought it fit To make him their Captain and Factor also, And for them, to Turkey, a voyage he did go. And walking along the streets, there he found A poor man's dead carcase lying on the ground; He asked the reason why it there did lie. Then one of the natives he made this reply. That man was a Christian, sir, while he drew breath, The duty's unpaid, he lies above the earth. Why, what is the duty ? the Factor he cry'd. It is fifty pounds, sir, the Turk he reply'd. That is a great sum, quoth the Factor, indeed ; To see him lie there, makes my heart for to bleed. So then, by the Factor, the money was paid, And under the earth the dead carcase was laid. When having gone farther, by chance he did spy A beautiful creature just going to die; A young waiting maid who strangled must be, For nothing but striking a Turkish lady. To think of her dying, with grief he was fill'd, Then rivers of tears, like water distill'd, Like streams of a fountain, from her eyes ran down Her red rosy cheeks, and from thence to the ground. Hearing what the crime was, he to end the strife; Said, what must I give for this poor creature's life ? The answer was return'd, a hundred pound, The which for her pardon he freely laid down. �3 He said fairest creature thy weeping refrain, And be of good comfort, thou shall not be slain, Behold, I have purchas'd thy pardon, will ye Be willing to go to fair England with me. She said, Sir, I thank you, who freed me from death, I am bound to obey you so long's I have breath : And if you are willing to fair England I go, And due respect to you till death I will show. PART II. He brought her to London, where it is said, He set up house-keeeping, and made her his maid For to wait upon him, and finding her just, With the keys of his riches he did her intrust. At last this young Factor was hired once more, To cross the proud waves and billows that roar, And into that country his course was to steer, Which by this maid's father was govern'd we hear. Being a hot country, this made did prepare To get light robes, in that country to wear; He bought a silk waistcoat, the which it is told, His servant maid flowered with silver and gold. She said to him, master, I do understand You are going Factor unto such a land, And if you that Prince's court enter in, Be sure let this fine flowered garment be seen. He said, to that Prince's court I must go, The meaning of your words I long for to know. Sir, I will not tell you, some reason you'll find. With that he replied, I'll fulfil my mind. Then away he sail'd, and came to the shore, This Factor he came to the Emperor's door, For it was the usual custom of that place, To present some noble gift unto his Grace. His gift was accepted of, and as he stood by, On this flowered garment the Prince cast an eye. �4 Which made him to colour, and this he did say, Who flowered this garment now tell me I pray. If it please your Grace, my last voyage to Turkey, Where I saw a lady that strangled must be, And to save her life gave a hundred pound, And carried her with me to fair London town. There she's my house-keeper while I'm in this land And when of my coming she did understand, She flowered this robe, and gave strict charge to me, To let it be seen to your great Majesty. The Prince cried, behold friend, the robe which I wear, Is of the same flower and spot, I do swear, Thy maid wrought them both, she's my daughter dear, I have not heard from her till now, these three years. To pay a visit to a neighbouring prince, I sent her in a ship, and have not seen her since, And I was afraid the sea had prov'd her grave, But I heard, to Turkey she was taken a slave. For the loss of my child whom I thought had been killed, A well-full of tears in my court has been spill'd; My Princess, her mother, could for her not rest, Her loss drew millions of sighs from her breast. The ship shall be richly loaded with speed, And I'll send a ship for her convoy indeed; Because of thy love, thou sav'd my child's life, Bring her alive to me, and I'll make her thy wife. And if thou should'st not live to bring her to me ; Whoe'er brings her home, his bride she shall be; And twenty-thousand a-year ye shall have, Who ventur'd my dear child's life for to save. The ship being loaded, their anchor was Weigh'd, And he with his convoy came over the main To fair London city, and home he did go, And gave the young Princess these tidings to know. �5 PART III. He said, noble lady, I've good news to tell, The old prince, your father, and mother's both well; And your royal parents the thing have design'd, In the bond of wedlock we both should be join'd. Perhaps, noble lady, you would not agree, To marry a poor man, especially me; Sir, was you a beggar, I would be your wife, Because, when just dying, you saved my life. I never shall forget that great token of love, Of all men now breathing I prize thee above, Since it is so ordered, I'm well pleased, I vow, And glad my dear father these things does allow. Pray, sell of your goods that you have in store, And give all your money to those that are poor; And let us be jogging away e'er the main, For I long to see my dear parents again. This thing was soon done, and they sailed away In the ship that her father sent for her convoy. But mark what was acted on the ocean wide, To deprive the Factor of his royal bride. The Captain who convoy'd him over the deep, One night as the Factor was laid in his sleep, Being under sail, overboard did him throw, Saying, now I shall have this young creature I know. There happened to be a small island at hand, To which the Factor swam, as I understand : And there we leave him a while for to mourn, And unto the ship now again we'll return. Next morning then soon as day-light did peep, He waked the young Princess out of her sleep, And said, noble lady, the Factor's not here, He's fallen overboard and drowned I fear. To hear the sad news, then her eyes they did flow, He said, noble lady, since now it is so, �6 There's none here can help it, do not troubled be, For you in short space your parents shall see. And when that they came to the desired port, The Princess came weeping to her father's court, Who gladly received her with joy and great mirth, Saying, where is the man that freed you from death. The Captain replied, as he lay asleep, He fell overboard and was drown'd in the deep. Your Grace said, the man that your child home did bring Would have her, I hope you'll perform this thing. Yes, that was my promise, the monarch replied, What say'st thou, my daughter ? wilt thou be his bride ? She said, yes, dear father, but first, if you please, For him that sav'd my life I'll mourn forty days. Then into close mourning this lady she went, For the loss of her good friend in tears to lament; Arid there I will leave her in tears for a while, And return to the Factor, who was left on the isle. PART IV. On this desert island the Factor he lay, In floods of tears weeping two nights and a day; At length on the ocean appear'd to his view, A little old man paddling in a canoe. The Factor call'd to him, which caused him to stay, And drawing near to him, the old man did say, Friend, how cam'st thou hither?--With eyes that did flow, He told him the secret, and where he would go. The old man said to him, if here thou dost lie, With grief and hunger in short time thou wilt die : What wilt thou give, if to that court I thee guide? I have nothing to give you, the Factor replied. If thou wilt promise and be true to me, To give the first babe that is born unto thee, When thirty months old, to that court I'll thee bring, I will not release you without that very thing. �The Factor considered that thing would cause grief, And without it for him there was no relief; He cried, life is sweet, and my life for to save, Carry me to that place and your will you shall have. So soon he was carried to the court, and when He came to the gates, he saw his lady, then Looking out of her window, who seeing him there, From sorrow to joy transported they were. He into the court then with joy was receiv'd, Where the lady met him, who for him had griev'd, And said, my dear jewel, my joy, and my dear, O, where have you tarry'd ? I pray let me hear. Where so long he tarry'd he then did relate, And by what means he came to her father's gate; He said, I was thrown overboard in my sleep, I think 'twas the Captain threw me into the deep. With that, the Captain was sent for with speed, And hearing the Factor was come there indeed, To shew himself guilty, like a cruel knave, Leapt into the ocean which proved his grave. Next day with great joy and triumph we find, The Factor and Lady in marriage were join'd, And within the compass and space of three years, They had a fine son and daughter we hear. The son was the first born, a perfect beauty, And was beloved of the whole family : When thirty months old came the man for his child, Who released the Factor from the desert isle. When the Factor saw him, his eyes they did flow, Then gave his lady and parents to know, He was forced to make that promise only In the desert isle, lest with hunger he should die. With a grim look the old man did appear, Which made the court tremble, and fill'd them with fear. �8 Crying, what shall we do? sure he's not a man, He will have our darling, do all that we can. He said, it was promis'd, and I'll have my due; There's one babe for me, and another for you, I will have your first-born, give him to me. At which all the family wept bitterly. The babe's mother cry'd, I'm griev'd to the heart, To think that I with such a dear infant must part, To one that shall carry him Lord knows where, And perhaps in pieces my darling will tear. With that she embrac'd, and down the tears fell, And then having kiss'd him, she bade him farewell, Saying, it is for the sake of my husband that I Do part with my first born, though for him I die. So then this grim ghost to her husband did say, Sir, do you remember in Turkey one day, You saw a dead man's corpse lying on the ground, And to have it buried you gave fifty pound. Sir, I am the spirit of that dead body, I saved your life for that great love to me; You may keep your babe, and God bless you all. So it vanished quickly out of the hall. Being gone, the old Prince and his Princess likewise, The babe's tender parents with tears in their eyes, With joy they embrac'd their darling young son, Saying, child, hadst thou left us, we had been undone. Now I'll leave the court full of joy and great mirth ; To love one another while God gives them breath; And now by this Factor we may see indeed, What mortal can prevent what fate has decreed. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/f39c03958819919348e238479212df2d.jpg 5133ac1f07792e39b017939ff11c1e3d 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 1832 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Factor's Garland in Four parts. 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> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #14 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a tall ship on title-page Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks--Scotland--Falkirk Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource n.d. Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For higher quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Falkirk: Printed for the Booksellers https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/1fc7da0ed58add3f0459b52ca178ec63.pdf b7074fa8681f7aa46b4099b43fb85be3 PDF Text Text No. 9. Five Excellent SONGS. Old Towler. Pease-Strae. Blythe was She. Fairest of the Fair. We'll Meet Beside the Dusky Glen. NEWTON-STEWART: Printed and Sold, Wholesale and Retail, byJ.M'Nairn. �OLD T O I LER. 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. The cordial takes 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. �4 The lowe 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. B L Y T H E W A S SHE. Blythe, blythe and merry was she, Blythe was she butt and ben ; Blythe by the banks of ERN, And blythe in Glenturit glen. By Ochtertyre grows the aik, On Yarrow banks the birken shaw ; �5 But Phemie was a bonnier toss Than braes o' Yarrow ever saw. Her looks were like a flower in May, Her smile was like a simmer morn ; She tripped by the banks of Ern As light's a bird upon a thorn. Her bonnie face it was as meek As ony lamb upon a lee The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet As was the blink o' Phemie's ee. The Highland hills I've wander'd wide, And o'er the Lowlands I hae been ; But Phemie was the blythest lass That ever trod the dewy green, F A I R E S T OF T H E FAIR. O Nannie wilt thou gang wi' me, Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town ; ; �Can silent glens hae eliarms for thee,* The lowly cot and russet gown ? Nae langer drest in silken sheen, Nae langer decked 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 arid gentlest mein, Severest hardships learn to bear, Nor sad regret each courtly scene, Where thou wast fairest, of the fair ?* O Nannie, canst thou love so- true, Thro' perils keen, wi' me togae? Or when thy swain mishap shall rue, To share with him the pang of wae. And when invading pains befall, Wilt thou asume the nurse's (are, Nor wishful those gay scenes recall, Where thou wast fairest of the fair ? �7 And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath f Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with mules the bed of death f And wilt thcu o'er his much loved clay Strew flowers and drop the tender tear Nor then regret these scenes so gay, Where thcu w ast fairest of the lair ? w e ' l l IMELT EESJDETIIE rt'SKY CLEN, We'll meet beside the dusky glen, Cn yen burn side, Where the bushes fioim a cozy den, On yon burn side, Though thebroomy knowesbe green, Yet there we may be seen, But we'll meet—we'll meet at e'en, Down by yon burn side. I'll lead thee to the biiken bower, On yen burn side, Sae sweetly wove wi' weedbine flower, On yon burnside : �There the busy prying eye Ne'er disturbs the lovers' joy, While in i'ther arms they lie, Down by yon burn side. Awa ye rude unfeeling crew, Frae yon burn side, Those fairy scenes are no for you, By yon burn side, There fancy smooth's her theme, By the sweetly murmuring stream And the rock lodged echoes skim, Down by yon burn side. Now the plantin' taps are tinged wi' goud, On yon burn side, And gloaming draws her foggy shroud, O'er yon burn side, Far frae the noisy scene, I'll through the fields alane, There we'll meet, my ain dear Jean ! Down by yon burn side. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/29a6ca4b090f62b385cb67f768a1b3d2.jpg 574e95d7d1215e9f5268cea19d85b9ea 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 1594 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 Excellent Songs. Old Towler Pease-Strae. Blythe was she. Fairest of the fair. We'll meet beside the Dasky Glen. 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. Old Towler Pease-Strae. Blythe was she. Fairest of the fair. We'll meet beside the Dasky Glen. 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 #6 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a vagrant travelling with a dog on the title-page. No. 9 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. <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: Printed and sold wholesale and retail by J. McNairn https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ae5cac36aea850572ba2b0dd8acae6a6.pdf 5bb6e4e3a042f2d29f00c425bde3627d PDF Text Text Five Excellent SONGS. The Flower o' Dumblane. The YELLOW Hair'd Laddie. The Meeting of the Waters. Life is like a Summer Flower. Bruce's Address. Newton-stewart. Printed and sold Wholesale and Retail, By J M'Nairn. �BRUCE'S ADDRESS, Scots,whatha'ewi'Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has often led; Welcome to your gory bed. Or to victory., Now's the day, and now's the hour, See the fr See approach proud Edward's power Chains and slavery. Wha will be a traitor knave? What wad fill a coward's grave? What sae base as be a slave! Coward turn and flee! What for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw; Freemanstan',orfreemanfa', caledonians, on wi' me. By oppression's woes and pains, By your sons in servile chains, We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in ev'ry foe, Liberty's in every blow! Forward! do or die! �3 LIFE IS LIKE A SUMMER FLOWER Oh' life is like a summer flower, Blooming but to wither; O, love is like an April hour, Tears and smiles together ; And hope is but a vapour light,. The lover's worst deceiver; Before him now it dances bright, And now it's gone for ever. O, joy Is but a passing ray, Lover's hearts b e g u i l i n g . , A gleam that cheers a winter's day. Just a moment smiling. But tho', in hopeless dark despair. The thread of life may sever: Yet while it beats, dear maid, I sweat, My heart is thine for ever ! T H E F L O W E R o' D U M B L A N E . The sun has gane clown o'er the lofty Benlomoud, And left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene, �4 While lanely I stray in the calm summer gloamin' T o muse on sweet Jessie the flower o' Dumblane. How sweet is the brier, wi' its saft faulding blossom! And sweet is the birk, wi' its mantle o' green ; Y e t sweeter and fairer, and dear to this bosom' Is lovely young Jessie, the flow'r o' Dumblane. She's modest as onie, and blythe as she's bonny; For guileless simplicity marks her It's • ain ; A n d far be the villan, divested of feeling, Wha'd blight in its bloom, the sweet flow'r o' Duinblane. Sing on, thou sweet mavis, thy hymn to the e'ening, Thour't dear to the echoes o' Calder; wood glen; �Sae deartothisboosom,saeartlessand winning' Is charming young Jessie theflow'ro' Dumblane. How lost were my days till I met wi' my Jessie, The sports o' the city seem'd folish and vain; I ne'er saw the nymph I would' ca' my dear lassie, Till charm'd wi' sweet Jessie, the flow'r o' Dumblane. Though mine were the station o' loftiest grandeur, Amidst its profusion I'd languish in pain, And reckon as nathing the hight o' its splendour, If wanting young Jessie, the flow'r o' Dumblane. t h eyellowhair'dladdie. In April when primroses paint the sweet; plain, �And summer approachingrejoiceththe swain, The yellow-hair'd laddie would oftentimes go T o wilds and deep glens, where the haw. thorn trees- grow. There under the shade of an old sacred thorn, With freedom he sang his love ev'ning and morn; He sang with so soft and enchanting a sound, That syIvans and fairies, unseen, danc'd around. The shepherd thus sang:" Though young Maya be fair, Her beauty is dash'd with a scornfu' proud air : But Susie was handsome, and sweetly could sing, Her breath like the breezesperfum'din the spring. That Maya, in all the gay bloom of her youth, �7 Likethemoonwasinconstant,and never spoke But Susie was faithfull, good-humoured, and free, Andfairasthegoddesswhosprangfrom the sea". That mamma's fine daughter, with all the great dow'r, Was awkwardly airy, and frequently sour; Then, sighing, he wish'd would her parents agree, The witty sweet Susie his mistress might be. THE M E E T I N G O F T H E W A T E R S There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet, Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, E'er the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. truth �8 Yet it was not t the scene. Nor purest of crystal and brightest of green; 'Twasnotthesoftmagicofstremletor hill; Oh! no—it was something more exquisite still— 'Twas that friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near, Who made very dear scene of enchantment more dear ; And who felt how the best charms of Nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Ovoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms which we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace, � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3232053464d34c0cd1d62d8aaa25db96.jpg 90adb350c52e9eed35e260bd348477c2 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3072 Width 1841 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 Excellent Songs. The Flower o'Dumblane. The Yellow Hair'd Laddie. The Meeting of the Waters. Life is like a Summer flower. Bruce's Address. 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 Flower o'Dumblane. The Yellow Hair'd Laddie. The Meeting of the Waters. Life is like a Summer flower. Bruce's Address. 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 #27 and #50 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a Masonic (Lodge) symbol on the title-page. 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="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 and sold wholesale and retail by J. McNairn https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/7dc6781a07d1ce09d9a792045782cd37.pdf ffabe263bec93b5816638173492dd315 PDF Text Text Five Excellent SONGS. NATIONAL SONG. when danger threats THREE CHEERS FOR REFORM. D E A T H OF ABERCROMBIE THE CAUSE OF REFORM. NEWTON-STEWART. Printed and sold Wholesale and Retail, By J M'Nairn. �The Cause of Reform A PATRIOTIC SONG ( F O R THE WIGTOWN ELECTION.) Tune—"Blue Bonnets over the Border ." Rise, rise, true Scotchmen rise, I say, Fight for your country, its peace and good order; Rise, rise, the factious we'll soon dismay, Scotchmen true ever revolt at disorder. Come and support the cause, sanctioned by wisdom's l a w s Let danger but make our hearts firmer and warmer; Loyalty rears its head, nought have we now to dread, Our brave King himself is the leading Reformer. Rise, rise, &c. London aud Southwark have both bravely fought on The field in which Dover so well led the van ; Westminster too, her Reformers has brought on ; Middlesex prefers her aid to a man. Reform's steady banner spread, floats o'er each Briton head; N o w is our time to gain freedom and glory. L o s e not a moment, then, vote for the people's men, L e d by our Sov'reign, success is before ye. C o m e , heart and hand, the great cause be defending, Our name for such deeds will posterity bless ; O u r loyalty, firmness, unflinching, unbending, T h e spirit of freedom will crown with success. Glorious is the treat, whene'er we chance to meet Boroughmongers with their precious long faces ; �3 Down hangs each guilty head; yes, they are nearly deep With fight at the dread thought of losingtheirplaces Hark : 'tis the voice of our King who is calling, T ' o p p o s e all our strength to the enemy's arts ; Hark ! the cry echoes of those who are failing, The sun of Reform is fast melting their hearts. All their host hopes are flown, desperate now they've giown, Basely deiendtng corruption's foul border ; Let's do our duty then, prove ourselves realy men. Soon we shall make them retreat in disorder, Air—"Bob and John." Suecess Reform attend, That feeling let us cherish, Corruption soon must end, A n d Boroughmongers perish ; M a y Heaven defend the right, A n d freedom he victorious, Alter a gloomy night W e ' l l hail a dawning glorious. Success, &c. "Tories ! " cried Bob Peel, " T h e Whigs must be defeated. �Or else in power, w e feel, We'll ne'er again be seated ; Then, Brethren, don't relax, But let us pull together all, Stick to your point like wax"— " A m e n ! " cried Charley Wetherell Success, &c. " R e f o r m , " said Horace Twiss, " W o u l d quite o'erthrow the Nation, All hope we, might dismiss, All gone our occupation. In spite of old Burdett. A n d little Hobhouse Cammy, We'll crush the monster yet, W e will not have it, dam'me." Success, &c. Cries Peel, " I rise again, My feelings to declare 'em, Untouched must still remain Corfe Castle and Old Sarum," Said Hunt, " I think, the same." ( T h e man of matchless Blacking,) But down King William came, A n d sent the worthies packing. Success, &c. T h e i r visages grew long, Cried Vyvyan, " w e must strike i t ! T h e King, can do no wrong, But this is very like it. Our duty is chalk'd out, W e ' v e quite enough before us, Although there's little doubt T h e people's voice will floor us." Success, �5 B o b Wilson's fate we view, Without the slightest pity, A n d Ward has bade adieu For ever to the City ; A n d Gascoyne, general old, A r e you done up already ? Yes, let the truth be told, A n d so is Knatchbull Neddy. Success, &c. Fleming from Hants in rage, Has just retreated snugly, Not choosing to engage T w o customers most u g l y ; A n d Roger Gresley now Is just where Whigs have wish'd him, N o laurels on his brow, For Sergeant Wilde has dish'd him. Success, &c. Reform, with three times three ! Unfading he its glories, Before its light we see The flight of craven Tories: While brave King Willia rules, With Briton's sons united, E»y base corruptions tools Our hopes can ne'er be blighted. Success, &c. NATIONAL SONG, EN Alfred's sacred laws, ord �6 Then sea-girt Britons, closely fenc'd, Join'd in one c o m m o n cause. T h e glorious name, an Englishman, S n a c k terror to the foe. A n dconqueringWilliamfix'dafame, That shall for ages grow! O n Albion'scliffsletcommercesmile, And cheering plenty bring, Then sweet content shall bless the isle, A n d G e o r g e its gracious king ! O u r Henrys and our Edwards too Fram'd once a constitution, W h i c h Orange William did renew by glorious revolution. M i l d A n n , with scepter gently, sway'd, E n s u r d her people's l o v e ; A n d when her kingdom peace she made, W a s call'd to realms a b o v e ! H e n c e British Freedom, r i g t s and laws, From whence her glories spring, T h e prayer o f grateful Britain draws On G e o r g e its gracious king. Great G e o r g e and Charlott's happy reign In union binds the land, A n d scatter blasings o'er the main W i t h all-beningnant hand : T h e regal stock its royal fruit L i k e ivy round it clings, Ilrorii whence its spreading branches s h o o t A race of future k i n g s ; T h e n c e English, Scotch, and Irishmen,. W i t h heart and voice shall sing, �7 While Brunswick's line adorns the throne, God save our gracious king. DEATH OF ABERCROMBIE. TWAS on the spot, in ancient lore oft nam'd, When Iris and Osiris once held sway. O'er kings who sleep in pyramadic pride: But now for British valour far more fam'd, Since Nelson's band achiev'd a glorious day, And crown'd with laurel Ahererombie dy'd. Air Her roseate colours the druyn had not shed O'er the field which stern slaughter had tinted to red—. Twas dark—save each flash at the cannons hoarse sound, When the brave Ahercrombie received his death wound His comrades with grief unaffected deplore, Tho to Britan's renown he gave one laurel more. With a mind unsubdu'd still the foe he defy'd, On the steed which the Hero of Acre supply'd: Till feeling, he soon to fates summons must yield, He gave Sidney the sword he no longer could wield: His comrades with grief unaffected deplore, Tho'toBritan'srenown he gave one laurel more. The standard of Albion with victory crown'd, Wav'd over his head as he sank on the ground; take me hence, my brave fellows," the vet'ran did cry My duty's complete, and contented I die. : �8 WHEN DANGER THREATS. W H E N Danger threats our native land, Our wives find infant cares, Shame to the coward who shall stand, T o count the vost he dares: N o : let him rush, with soul of fire, Regardless of his doom, A n d force the recreants to retire, Or win a glorious tomb. Then if victorious, he may sing, M y home's more dear to me, M y wife, my children, round me cling, M y native land is free. Shall our lov'd sov'erign call our aid? Our wives protection sue? Our children's tears our hearts invade, A n d we stand helpless to ? N o : by our sov'erigns honour away'd, Our wives' endearments fired ; Our children's love infuriate made, W e ' e r heroes, souls inspired! Then, sure to conquer, we may sing, M y home's more dear to me, M y wife, my children, round m e cling, A n d my native land is free. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/71d029942d918265e88356e71daf3c40.jpg 15a0ac256ab906f1a1e3d15a0ed98699 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 3245 Width 1832 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 Excellent Songs. National Song. When Danger Threats Three Cheers for Reform. Death of Abercrombie-The Cause of Reform. 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. National Song. When Danger Threats Three Cheers for Reform. Death of Abercrombie The Cause of Reform. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1820-1832?] 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 #51 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a vagrant with a dog 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</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/8c70cdadd5f3d5554f41e0bc1881a04b.pdf fe4b32c795b141fa0b64dcb5ef4d8671 PDF Text Text U K ? FIVE EXCELLENT SONGS. The Bay of Biscay. Sandy Gray. Tom and Poll. There's nae luck about the house. O'er the water to Charlie, Falkirk:—Printed for the Booksellers. �SONGS. The Bay of Biscay. Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder, The rain a deluge show'rs, The clouds were rent asunder By lightenings vivid powers. The night both drear and dark, Our poor deluded bark, Till next day, There she lay, In the Bay of Bay of Biscay, O. New dash'd upon the billow, Her op'ning timbers creak ! Each fears a watery pillow, None stop the dreadful leak : To cling to slipp'ry shrouds, Each breathless seaman crouds, As she lay Till the day IN the Bay of Biscay, O. At length the wish'd for morrow, Broke through the hazy sky; Absorb'd in silent sorrow, Each heav'd the bitter sigh ! �3 The dismal wreck wreck to view, Struck horror to the crew ! As she lay, Till the day In the Bay of Biscay, O. Her yielding timbers sever, Her pitchy seams are rent, When Heaven, all bounteous ever, Its boundless mercy sent; A sail in sight appears! We hail it with three cheers! Now to sail With the gale, from the Bay of Biscay, O. Sandy Gray. Sandy Gray was a bit of a ranter, O, he was the Highlander gay, When M'Gregor he turn'd up his chanter, For footing a strathspey away. Himself, too, could pipe like a throstle ; But then, if gude ale spied the chiel, He'd so often be wetting his whistle, While he pip'd, he'd be dancing a reel. With his toodle roodle. Making poetry, too, was his pleasure, But wi' Helicon ne'er fash'd his lug ; �4 Like a poet, was fond o' gude measure, Provided 'twas ale in a mug. He'd empty a flask down his throttle, And then, like a poetic ass, If you ask'd him the rhyme to the bottle, Ten to one but he'd answer you ' glass.' Toodle, roodle, &c. Quickly he got dole for his drinking, (Sorrow you sots a' sup, be assur'd;) He, a'night when the moon was na blinking, Fell in a dyke an' was smoor'd, His mind he'd to muggin a' been giving, An' couldna frae dancing reels stop ; So as by the malt he stuck living, His fate was to die by the hop. Toodle, roodle, &c. Tom and Poll. The wind blew low, the sea was calm, When Tom and Poll first parted; She hung upon his trembling arm, And vow'd to be true-hearted: The tears flow'd down her lovely face, And sorrow mark'd each feature; He kiss'd her oft, and did embrace This charming tender creature. ' ' My lovely Poll,' Tom faintly cries, Thy poignant grief dispel; �5 Wipe off those tears which dim thine eyes; Then sigh'd and bade farewell: Bur, ah ! e'er long poor Tom had left His Poll and native shore, When by a shot of life bereft, He fell, to rise no more. The fatal news, Tom's death to tell, Resounded from afar; And told how brave in battle fell This gallant British tar. Poor Polly now, with piteous sighs, Tom's dismal end relate ; And to some desert spot she flies, To mourn his hapless fate. There's nae Luck about the House. And are ye sure the news are true. And are ye sure he's well, Is this a time to ta'k of wark, Mak haste set by your wheel, Is this a time to ta'k of Wark, Mak haste set by your wheel. Is this a time to ta'k of wark, When Collin's at the door; Gie m e my clock, I'lltothequey. And see him come a-shore. For there's nae luck aboutthehouse, There's nae luck at a ' ; �6 There's little pleasure in the house, When our goodman's awa. E k e up, and make a clean fire-side, Put on the muckle pat, Gie little Kate her cotton gown, And Jock his Sunday's coat, And make their shoon as black as slaes. Their hose as white as sna. t's a' to please our ain goodman, For he's been lang awa. For there's nae luck, &c. There is twa hens into the bauk, S'been fed fed this month and mair, Mak haste and thraw their necks about, That Colin well may fare; And spread the table neat and clean. Gar ilka thing look braw, It's a' for love of my goodman, For he's been lang awa. For there's nae luck, &c. O, Gie me down my big bonnet, My bishop's sattin gown, For I maun tell tell the baillie's wife, That Collin's come to town ; My Sunday's shoon they maun gae on, My hose o' pearl blue, It's a' to please my ain goodman, For he's baith leel and true. For there's nae luck, &c. �7 Sae true's his words, sae smooth's his speech, His breath's like caller air, His very foot has music in't, When he conies up the stair. And will I see his face again, And will I hear him speak ; I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, Is troth I'm like to greet. For there's nae luck, &c. The cauld blasts of the winter wind, That thrilled thro' my heart, They're a' blawn by, I hae him safe, Till death we'll never p a r t ; But what puts parting in my head. It may be far awa, The present moment is our ain, The neist we never saw. For there's nae luck, &c. Since Collin's well, I'm well content, I ha'e na mair to crave, Could I but live to mak him blest, I'm blest aboon the lave: And will I see his face again, And will I hear him speak ; I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like to greet. For there's nae luck, &c. �8 Co Come boat me o'er to Charlie; I'll gi'e John Ross another bawbee To boat me o'er to Charlie. We'll o'er the water, we'll o'er the sea, We'll o'er the water to Charlie, Come weel, come woe, we'll gather and go, And live or die wi' Charlie. I lo'e weel my Charlie's name, Tho' some there be abhor him ; But, O ! to see auld Nick gaun hame And Charlie's faes before him ! We'll o'er &c. Iswearand vow by moon and s t a r . And sun that shines so early, If I had twenty thousand lives, I'd die as oft for Charlie. We'll e'er, &c. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3cdba607bb356140acf9e03a5bb56bbd.jpg 434c36bdd79bed4ec6aa829d00cc53f2 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 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 Five Excellent Songs. 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Chapbook #75 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 Bay of Biscay Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Chapbooks - Scotland - Falkirk Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada 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 Falkirk: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/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. 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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 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. 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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/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. 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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/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. 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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