36 10 639 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8a5f881e1234e8a01daecc0035753bb3.jpg 85a50742131c2ea2b125044c56d8c3ce 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 3469 Width 2164 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut on title-page portraying Group of 3 men wearing feathered caps and wearing plaid (1 playing bagpipes, 1 playing drums, 1 holding a sword) standing next to a gentleman wearing a hat and holding a walking stick https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/542c9f94c7ef791ea2b8a1e96a6db7bd.pdf 096b94121d340d6fb5014c41eee91e29 PDF Text Text T H E Britifli Volunteers. TO WHICH 4RE ADDED, G O D S A V E M A L L Y T H E K I N G; B A N N T I P P L I N G J O H N . . J O H N Y FAA, the GYPS1E L A D D I E . G L A S G O w, Printed by j. & hi, ROBERTSON, Salfmatket; 1807 • �C 2 T H E B R I T I S H ) V O L U N T E E R S * BY MR. BU1HS. TUME—PUSH ABOUT TH E JORVM* D O E ' S haughty Gaul invafion threap then let the iouns beware, Sir; [There's WOODEN W A L L S upon our feas, and V O L U N T E E R S on fhore, ^ir. T h e CLYDE (hall rin to FINTOCK TAP* an* BENLOMON LOUP t o G A L L ' W A Y * Ere we permit a FOREIGN FOE OQ B R I T I S H G R O U N D to rally. O let us not like fnarling tykes, in wrangiTrtg be divided, Till* flap come in an U N C O LOUN* and wi* a rung decide it ! Be B R I T A I N ftill to B R I T A I N true* amang ourfelves united For never but by B R I T I S H H A N D S mart B R I T I S H W R O N G S be righted* T h e KETTLE o ' t h e KJRK a n d STATE, perhaps a C L O U T may fail inft* But dc'il a FOREIGN T I N K L E R LOUN £hail ever C A ' a N A I L I N ' T . Our F A T H E R ' S BLUJDE the K E T T L S bought^ and wha wad dare to fpoil it! B y H E A V E N ! t h e SACRILEGIOUS DOQ &all FUEL be to BOIL I T ! �The wretch that would a T Y R A N T own, and thi* wretch his true-fworn brother, Who'd fet the MoBaboon the. TH none* may they be damn'd together ! W h o will not finfk Goi> SAVE THE KING lhall hang as high's the fteepie; But while we fiag, G O D 3AVB T H E KING we'll ne'er FOKOET the PEOPLE. GOD S A V E T H E KING. O D fave great George our King, Long live our noble King, God fave the King, Send him vi&orious* Happy and glorious* Long to reign over us, God fave the King! O Lord our God arife, Scatter his enemies, And make them fail* Confound their politics, Frpftrate their knavilh tricks ; On him our hopes are fixM, O fave us all! T h y choiceft gifts in ftort On him be pleas'd to pour, Long may he reign! May he defend our laws* And ever give us caufe, T o fing with he art and voice, God fave the King. G j �( 4 ) O ! grant him long to fee 'Friendfihip and unity Always increafej May he his fceptrc fway, Ail loyal foub obey, Join heart and voice, huz^a! God favc our King! M i n t B A N N. \ M I E R A N D A L went a huntrng* a hunting in thr dark But, to his great misfortune, he did not mifs his m a r k : His love's apron being about her* he took her for a fwvn Bfk alas! and for ever alas I it was facet Maily Bann. W h e n he came up unto her, aud found that (he was dcadg, (Great abundance of fait tears for his darling he fhed. H e went home to his father with his gun in bis hand, Crying, Dear father, dear fatkcr f 1 have feot Maliy. 3ann» His father leaked ppon him 5 his hair being grey) Cry mi 7 Oh ! my ^ ear eft fon? jQii omit not i m away s �( 5 ) Stay at home irf^yo <r own country let your trial come o n ; By the laws of fweet Ireland, j o u {hall never be undone. Within two 01 three mouths after* to her uncle (he appear'd Crying, Dear uncle, dear u.#ie, let Jamie Randal go free : For my apron being about me, he took me for a wan : But it is Ob ! and ever alas ! it was fweet Ma% ii-mn. All the maidens in the country, they are all very ula^ That this beautiful, this lovely, this fair one was dead. She was the flowVof ail the nation, the flpwer or Contain ; The flower of ai! Ji nation was fweet Mally Bana. When the fair maid^ in the city, were affembled in a row* She appeared amongft them like a mountain of fnow* The flower qf all the nation, the flQwer of Coirain. The flower oi J t the nation was fweet Mally iJanru �T I P P L I N G JO H a A S tippling John was jogging on, upon a riot nrght. With tottering pace, and fiery face, fufpicious of high flight ; The guards vAo took hirn by his look, for fomc chief fiery-brand, Aik'il whence he came ? vVhat was his name who are you ? ftahd friend, (land. Pra gfing home, from meeting corner ay, lays one, that's the cafe j Some meeting he has burnt, you fee h the flame's flill in his face. John thought it time to purge his crimtj I and faid, My chief intent Was to affwage my thirfty rage, i'th* meeting that I meant Come, friend* be plain you trifle in vain, f fays one, pray let us know. T h a t we may find how you're iticlin'd j are you High-Church or Low ? John faid to that, Pil tell you what, to end debates and ftrife, All ! can fay, this is the way I tieer my courfe of life. I ne'er to Bow, nor Burgcfs go, to ftfcple-houfenor ball, The.brifk bar-bell belt funs my zeal with gentlemen^ d'ye call ? �< 7 1 Guefs then, am I Low-Church or High, from that tow'r, or no fteeplel Whof- merry toll exalts the Tout and muft make high-flown people! The guards came on, and iook'd at John with countenance raoft pleafantv By whifper round they all foon found he was no darang'd peafant: Thus while John flood the beft he cou'd* expefting their decifion ; Damn him, f^ys one, let him be gone^ he's of our own religion. JOKNY FAA T H E G Y P 3 I £ LADDIA- T He gy plies came to our good Lord's gate, and vow but they fang fleetly ; They fang Jae fweet^ and fae very complete* that down came the fair Lady® And fhe came tripping down the (lair, and a* her maids before h e r ; As foon as they faw her weil-far f d face* they cooft the giaaier o'er her. Gae tak from me tblg gay mantle, and bring to me a pSaidie. For if kith and kin, and a' had fworH/ r i i follow the gypfie laddie. Teftreen I lay in a well made bcd $ and my good Lord b&Sde me j �( 8 > This night Pll ly in a tenant's barn, whatever fhall betide r^e* Cooie to your bed, fays Johny Faa, oh come to your bed, my deary ; For I vow and fwear, by the hilt of my fwordj that your Lord fhall nae mair come near ye, Pll $ro to bed to my johny Faa, I'll go to bed to my deary; For I vow and fwear by what paft yeftreen, that my Lord (hall nae mair come near me* H i mak a hap to my Johny Faa, . and y \ l mak a hap to my deary. And he's get a' the coat gaes round, and my Lord fhalhiae mair come near me» And when our Lord came hame at cen, and fpeer'd for his fair Lady, The tanc {he cry'd, and the other reply'd, flie's away with the gypfie Laddie. Gae faddle to me the black black fteed^ gae faddle and m i k e him ready $ Before that I either eat or deep, I'lt gae feek my fair Lady, And we aitho* AncLwe a fair were fifteen well-made men, we were nae bonny : were a* put down for ane, youug wanton Lady. G L A S G O W , Brlnted by J. & M. Robert Ion, Saltrnarket, 1803. � 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 009: Title-page illustration in double-ruled rectangular borderof a group of 3 soldiers wearing feathered caps and kilts: two are playing a bagpipe, one is playing a drum, and one is holding a sword. They are standing in a row next to a well dressed man. who is wearing a hat and long coat. 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 British volunteers. To which are added, God save the king. Mally Bann. Tippling John. Johny Faa, the gypsie laddie. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1803 Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923276843505154">s0302b19</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. God save the King Mally Bann Tippling John Johnny Faa The Gypsie laddie 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. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: J. & M. Robertson Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource War Alcohol Courtship and Marriage Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Description An account of the resource 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: 1801-1810 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: J. & M. Robertson 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) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/c88b6bf37796c441ca7028bf2c24d210.jpg 6cb2afc5651c544c6f2894074796227a 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 3370 Width 2009 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/81b39f3930130366275a87365dc07ac2.pdf b8871b96878d9618ba0caa157babb8ad PDF Text Text T H E B r o o m of Cowden-knows, TO ^HLFH AR3 ADDED, The D I S A P P O I N T E D S A I L O R . C R U E L, N E L L . THE A U L D M A N ' ^ M A R E ' S DEAD. ' �The BROOM of COWDEN-KNOWS. T Hrough Liddefdale lately I went, and mufing on did pafs, I heard a maid was difcontent, fhe figh'd, and faid, alas ! All maids that e'er deceived were, bear part of this my .woes ; For once I was a bonny laf% when I milk'd my daddy's ewes. O the broom, the bonny bonny broom, the broom %f Cowden«knowsf Fain I wad be in the fouth country, to milk my daddy's ewes. My love into the field did come, when my daddy was frae hame j Sug'red words lie gave me there, prais'd me for fuch a o n e ; His bonny breath and lips fo loft, and his alluring eye, And tempting tongue that woo'd me oft,: now forces me to cry. AH maids, &c. He jpy'd me with his pretty chat, fo well difcourfe could he, Talking of this thing, and of that, which greatly liked me. 1 was fo taken with his Ipeech, and with his co§xely making ! He ufed all the means could be, t'encbam me with his fpeaking* 411, �H 3 ) In Danby-foreft I was born, my beauty did excel* My parents dearly loved me, till my belly began to fwelh I might have been a princefs' peer, when I came o'er the knows, •Till the fhepherd's boy beguiled mc ? milking my daddy's ewes. All maids, Bcc, When once I felt my belly fwell, no longer migjit 1 Bide ; . My mother put me out of doors, and bang'd me back and fide. Then did I range the world fo wide., wand'ring among the knows, Curfing the boy who helped me, to fold my daddy's ewes. All maids, Who would haf e thought a boy fo youngs wou*d us'd a maiden (o, For to allure her with his tongue, and then from her to go. Which hath, alas! procurM my woe, to credit his fair Ihews ; Which R W too late, repent I do O the milking of the ewes. All maids, he* All maidens fair, then have a care, when you a milking g o ; Truft not to young men's-tempting tongues, * that would deceive you ib ; For you Ihall find them prove unkuid> and glory i cry our woes j �For the (hepherd's boy beguiled me* efteeming of them dear; You i%eed not then to wail and weep, or your parents" anger fear. ^ As I nave faid, of thei$ beware . would glory in your woes ; You then may Sag with merry cheer, milking your daddy's ewe3, 111 maids, &c A young man. hearing her complain, did pity this her cafe. Saying to her, jSweet beauteous faint, I grieve fo fair a face Should for row fueh,. then my fweethig, to eafe thee of thy woes, PU go with thee to the fouth country, to milk thy daddy's ewes. All maids, &c Then modeftly £hq did reply, might I fo happy be, Of you to find a huloand kind f and for to marry me ; Then to you,, I will during lift, continue ccnftaotftilS; And be a imc obedient wife* . cbfervmg a' your will. All maids* s leander like, I will remain {till conftant to,thee ever, As Py ramus or Troilus till deaih our lives feali ferer®. �< 5 ) Let me be hated everraopcf of all men thai me knows,* If faife to thee, fweetheart, I be* milking tixy daddy's ewes. Aft maids, &c, Thus with a gentle foft, embrace, he took her in his arms, And with a kifs, he fmiling faid, I'll (hield thee from all harms j ; _ • And inftaatly I'll marry thee, to keep thee from ail woes j And go With thee to thefonth county, to milk thy daddy's ewes.0 the broom, the bonny bonny broom* the broom of Cowden-knows, Fain wad I be in the" fouth country, * to milk my daddy's ewes. THE b l S A P P Q I N T E D SAILOR. A R L Y'one morning hi the S^ring^ E 1 went on board to ferve the King, Leaving my dearefl dear behind. Who often told me her heart was mine® I often took her in miae arms, I thought fhe had a thouiand .chariri?,With vows, and oaths, and kiffes iwestf WeVe to be marry'd nerft'time we mzcu While I was failing on the fea, I found au opportunity For to fend letters to my dear, But not one word conk! from liet hear* �( 6 ) When we came near .Carthagena town, Where cannon balls flew up and down } , Whilff in the midft of danger there. My thoughts werp on my dcareft dear, When I arrivM on the Britifh fhore* I went to fee her I did adore j Her father he made this reply, My daughter does your love deny. 0 then he afk'd me what I mean, Or if I ldv'd his daughter Jean ? She's marry'd now, Sir, for her life, 1 pray young man feek another wife. 1 curs'd the gold and the filver too, And all falfe women that were not true; Who firft make vows and them do break, And break their vows for riches fake. I would rather be on yonder fhore, Where thundring cannpns loudly roar j I would rather be where bullets fly, Than in falfe women's company. So Fll "bid adieu to all woman-kind, HI fail the ocean round and round j Fll fail the fea until I die, I'll cut the waves that run mountains high* Now from a window that was nigh, The Lady (he made this reply, I pray let rcafon now take place, Before you do our fex difgracc* �Now hold your tongue you cruel mas, For if you fent letters I never got one. If the fault be great, love, 'tis not mine, So don't fpeak fo haid of poor wo mankind. C R U E L N E L L Y . A H ! * grieve with me, for I have loft* What to my foul is dear j In meagre black defpair I'm toft, And in my hot love paffion croft, I now a ghoft appear. Now o'er the mead where flowers grow, And yield a fragrant fmell, Alone I penfive wandering go, And look a melancholy woe, And figh for cruel NelL Her beauieous face, her iv'ry neck,1 Her moulding bofom round, Raife fuch defire in me, e-feck j . I fear at laft my heart will break, / Behold in tears I'm drown'd. But then her fhape 'tis fuch a one,1 That I could almoft fpan, But oh! fee's gone, and undone ! And oh! alas i furt as a guo, I m i a dying man. A h ! fahat a taper leg has the, And ah ? her fnowy thighs; And gartered too above the knee, *Tis true (if yqu'll but believe me) Or tlfc I tell a lye. �c 8 ) Now ftie may give another fwain, Her wilfa'd for maiden-hea'd ; And grieve for me (ah,! haplefs fwain) When deep in grave my head is lain— What's that when I am dead ? The AULD MAN'S MARE'S D E A D . H E a d d man's mare's dead. The puire man's mare's dead, The auld man's mare's dead, A mile, aboon Dundee. She had the hooks they ca'd the crooks, The jaw pifli and the wanton looks: On every lug fiie had the brooks, And the hooks aboon her eye, Chor. And the auld man's mafe's* cte« T She was cut-luggit, panch-lipit, s Steel-warned, .ftanchii-Stit, Chanler-chaftet, and lang-neckit, And yet the bxuit did die, And, etc* When firft my matter tame to town, ' He tied me to a ftanchel round, He took a chappin io himfel, But ne'er a drap^gae me. Chor. And the auld inan^s mare's dead* The puire man's mar eY dead j The peats and tujs and a's to lead, And yet the brute did die* Printed by J.and^I. Robcr'tfon, Saltmarket, 180z � 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 Broom of Cowden-knows, To which are added, The Disappointed Sailor. Cruel Nell. the Auld Man's Mare's Dead. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1802 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923276923505154">s0302b30</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Disappointed Sailor. Cruel Nell. The Auld Man's Mare's Dead. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a shepherd on the title-page. 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. https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/290be3de5d8113e04f54ebea21222320.pdf 45d9e05898278a5c7d650c608b52babf PDF Text Text THE BURNING OF FRENDRAUGHT, AS SUNG IN ABERDEENSHIRE; AND BESSIE BELL AND MARY GRAY, AS COMMONLY SUNG IN THE NORTH ABERDEEN : 3, M'COMBIE'S 1862. Court. COUNTRIE. LEWIS & JAMES SM ��THE BURNING OF FRENDRAUGHT. The eighteenth of October ;— A dismal tale to hear ! When good Lord John and Rothiemay Were both burnt in the fire. When steeds were saddled and eke weel bridled, All ready for to ride ; Then out came she and fause Frendraught, Inviting them to bide. Said, " Stay this nicht until ye sup, The morn until ye dine ; 'Twill be a token of gude greement 'Twixt your good lord and mine." " We'll turn again," said good Lord John, " No, no," said Rothiemay ; " My steed seems sick, my bridle's broke, I fear this day I'm fey." When bells were rung and mass was sung, And all were bound for bed ; Then good Lord John and Rothiemay Were in one chamber laid. They had not long cast off their clothes, And scarcely were asleep ; When the weary smoke began to rise And eke the scorching heat. �4 " O waken, waken, Rothiemay, O waken, brother dear ; And turn ye to our Saviour ;— There is base treason here ! " They hastily put on their clothes, And ready were to boune ; But found both doors and windows barr'd, The roof-tree burning down. They did them to the wire-window, As fast as they could gang ; " Wae to the hands put in these bars, For out we'll never win." Roth'may stood at the wire-window, Most doleful to be seen ! He Lady Frendraught did espy, Who stood upon the green. " Mercy, lady, mercy, mercy ! Will ye not sink with sin For first your husband killed my sire, And you now burn his son ! " O then out spake her, Lady Frendraught, And loudly she did say ; " 'Twere pity great for good Lord John, But none for Rothiemay." " 'Twere pity for the good Lord John, 'Twere none for Rothiemay ; But the keys are in the deep draw-well, Ye may not win away ! " The reek it rose, the flame it flew, The tire crept up so high, It reached the Lord John's chamber door, And the bed whereon he lay. ? �5 He lookit east, he lookit west, To see if help was nigh ; At length his little page he saw, Who to his lord did cry. " O loup ! O loup ! my master dear; Oloup! and come to me ; I'll catch you in my armis twa; One foot I will not flee. "O loup ! O loup ! my master dear, For though the window's high, I'll catch you in my armis twa, But Rothiemay may lie ! " — " The fish shall swim the flood nae mair, Nor corn grow thro' the clay, Ere the fiercest fire that ever blaz'd Twin me and Rothiemay.— " But I cannot loup, I cannot come, I may not win to thee ; My head's fast in the wire-window, My feet are burnt frae me. " My eyes are seething in my head, My flesh is roasting too ; My bowels are boiling with my blood, I'm sinking in the lowe. " The rings frae my white fingers take, My fingers long and small ; And give them to my lady fair, Where she sits in her hall. " I cannot loup, I cannot come, I may not win to thee ; My mortal part is all consum'd, My spirit speaks to thee ! " �6 Her hands she wrung, her hair she tore ; His lady 'twas, I ween, W h o thus his servant, Gordon, chid, As he stood on the green. " O woe to thee, George Gordon, woe ! An ill death may you dee ! Sae safe and sound as ye stand there ; My good lord 'reaved from me." " I bade him loup, I bade him come, I bade him loup to me ; I'd catch him in my armis twa, A foot I would na flee." " These rings he frae his fingers drew, His fingers long and small; To give to you, his lady fair, As you sat in your hall." Sophia Hay ! Sophia Hay ! Of Erroll's ancient stem ! Her waiting maid put on her clothes, She tore them off again. And aft she cried, " Alas ! alas ! A sair heart's ill to win ; I wan a sair heart in my Lord, This day 'tis mine again." And now let high as well as low Give ear to this sad lay ; The proud and cruel Frendraught's house Like snaw has passed away. �BESSIE BELL AND MARY GRAY. O Besssie Bell and Mary Gray, They were twa bonnie lasses ! They biggit a bow'r on yon Burn-Brae, And theekit it ower wi' rashes. They theekit it ower wi' rashes green, They theekit it ower wi' heather ; But the Pest cam frae the burrows-toun, And slew them baith thegither. They thocht to lie in Methv'n Kirkyard, Amang their noble kin ; But they maun lie in Dronach Haugh, Where the Almond clear does rin. Young Bessie Bell and Mary Gray ! Their graves may there be seen, Wi' violets blue and daisies pied, And grass for ever green. �� https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/c11b9698cb6d19e75fea62b7623b1ed2.jpg 2262164c5c664e4798b65e6a23cd1144 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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Title A name given to the resource The burning of Frendraught, a ballad, as sung in Aberdeenshire; and Bessie Bell and Mary Gray, a ballad, as commonly sung in the North Countrie Subject The topic of the resource Crime Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1862 Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134483505154">s0255b37</a> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Burn-Brae, Scotland Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Bessie Bell and Mary Gray, a ballad, as commonly sung in the North Countrie Extent The size or duration of the resource. 7 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. The chapbook contains two ballads. The first describes the burning of Frendraught house in 1630 after a boundary dispute led to bloodshed between the Crichtons and the Gordons. While the actual cause of the fire had never been proven, the poem suggests that the fire was set by Lady Frendraught, who is described as watching without pity as Lord John and Rothiemay try futilely to escape from the burning tower. The second ballad describes the seventeenth century legend of how two ‘bonnie lasses’, Bessie Bell and Mary Gray build themselves a bower to hide within when a plague descends. They still catch the plague and die in their bower and therefore are doomed to lie in Dronach Haugh rather than be buried in the kirkyard. Their graves are registered with Scotland’s Places (http://www.scotlandsplaces.gov.uk/record/rcahms/26852//rcahms) This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Scottish History Online: entry: Burning of Frendraught: <a href="http://www.nls.uk/">http://www.scotshistoryonline.co.uk/frend.html</a> Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland&nbsp;<span><a href="http://www.nls.uk/"><span>http://www.nls.uk/</span></a></span> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbooks #6 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120 Ext 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Aberdeen: Lewis & James Smith Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1861-1870 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: Lewis & James Smith https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/7327135fcaab7ccfdb26bb12f7f93a68.jpg e22f63dcb776ac3bc4b7c0ac05bc79da 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 3308 Width 1939 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Illustration on title- page a woman in conversation with a man in front of building. https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a92a47f65001bb969210847a8c80c999.pdf 54973a5ef3fc0cd6af8fde1e69f3a99d PDF Text Text T H E Buxom Dame of Reading; © R, T H E CUCKOLD S CAP TO WHICH IS ADDED, A A S U M M E R P I E C E. W I N T E R P I E C E. H a s l h e n o t D e l e e a o u g h has an Auld Man, The K I N G A N D T H E M I L L E R , A S M I L 1 N G F U L L B O W L, G L A S G O W , Printed by J. & M. Robertfcn, SaUmarket, tUot �• t ^ V ' , THE B U X O M D & h t £ OF R E A D I N G ^ E A R Reading there lived a buxom dame, The wife of a cobler, Joan was her name, -She had a fine hen of a delicate fizfc, The like you never beheld with your eyes. N ; She had a red head, grey wings, yellow k g s , Each Summer (he laid a buftiel of eggs ; And Joan la ft Summer v^oald fet her indeed, For fhe was refdlv'd to have more of her treed. And as (lie was fet ting her upon a day, A ffcepherd came to her, arsi thus he did fay ; Oh ! what are you doing ! (he anfwer'd him then, I ' m going to fet a miraculous'be a / Why than fays the fbepherd to keep the egg's warm* ^ n d that they-may profper and come to no harm i You 'natfft fet the eggs in a hrgc cuckpW's car, And then, all the chickens wiR come to good hap, I have neVr a cuckold's cap, fltephcrd. fays fhe, But rseverthelefs Twill be ruled by thee. For this very momfnlTil trudgeup and down, A n d borrow one, If there be one in the town. She went to her neighbour, and thus die did fay, Came lend me thy cuckold's cap* neighbour, I pray, I am going to fet a miraculous hen, And when I've done with it, Pil brmg.it again. The neighbour's tvife anfwer'd, & thus reply'd, Had 1 fuch a thing, y^u fliould not he denyM ; Years fourteen or fifteen I have been a wife, Jind my huihaad had rse'ct fukch 3 thing it his life. < �[ 3 J But go to my coufra that lives at the milljShe had one 1 know, may have it iilli; Tell her i fent you, ilie'll'lend it I know I thank you, faid Joan, and away (he did go* Then fir sight to the houfs oT the miller (he wentp And told her that fne by her con fin was-fept, T o borrow a thing that was ablblute Tare, A large cuckold's cap which her hufband did wean I do not deny but fuch things there may be, But why ftiould my caufin dire& you to m £ ! Thefe nineteen or twenty years I have been wed5 And my hulband had ne'er fuch a cap on his head. But go to the Quaker that lives by the $wan s If I am not mift&ken, I think fhe has one, v And tell her, fhe'il lend it I know for my fake, " Add I for the fame a great favour will take. So (lie went to the-houfe of old Yea and Nay ? And fpoke to his wife that was youthf ul and gay % Saying,I'm come for to borrow, if you will but lend A large cuckold's cap, I was fent by a friend. T h e Quaker's wife nodded, & faid with a frewtf* 1 hzvJt fuch a thing if thou'd givcrae a.crown; Bcfides, I'd not lend it, fuppofe that I had, For fe^r it &ovld make my poor hufband run mad. In town there are many young women, perhaps Are cunning and artful in making fuch caps j But what are their nature, I cannot well fay, Therefore excufe me friend Joan, I thee pray. Now Joan being tired, and weary withal, Says (he, I have no "good fortune St all ; It is the beginning, I think of all farrow, (row. TQ trudge up and down, "and of neighbours to bor? �£ 4 3 . A poor cuckold's cap, I would borrow indeed* A thing of fmall value, bur yet could not fpeed| But 28 I'm a woman, adzooks, cries young Joan* Before it be long, I'll have one of my own. A S U M M E R P I E C E . Hen the treesall their beautiful verdure renew, W and the meadows look charmingly gay, When Trailing Creation looks blooming to view, . replete with ths beauties of May. When the light-kearted fhepherd chants mufical as he pipes to his ilocks on the hiii; (ilrains, An d t h el a mbk ins d el ig b te d, fkip bl y th o'er the plain, or frifk by the murmuring rill. "When the cows round the country a gadding repair, or beneath the cool (hade (hun the heat; When the crimfon-cheekM milk-maid does kindly for her fwectheart a fyllabub treat. (prepare, When the country girls wantonly /port in the deep, fo cautious, that all muft be hufh, ¥et oft the fly ruftic procures a full peep, from the fide of a hillock or bufh. At eve when the lads and the lafies d o m e c t , in a circle to dance on the green ; What a native finQplicity void of deceit, and modefty ftampt on their mein * While the birds feem infpir'd by the fouling fererte, in muGcal melody vie ; (ftiain, And;the hares midft the corn fields they fafely re* mJkc%wre hi the green meadows lie. �[ s 3 In a fnugTural cottage furrounded with tree^ whetc murmuring rivulets glid?, My attendants be plenty, contentment and eafe* in folitude let me refute. Where grant me kind Powers in this feafon oflove ? a fond fay* one my blefk to complete, Whofe tender endearments can fadnefs remove^ and imparadife this my retreat. A W I N T E R P I E C E , Hen'the trees were all bare,not aleaf to be feen, and the meadows their beauty had l o f t : W h e n all Nature difrob'd of her mantle of green* and the rivers bound up by the frofi. W When thepeafanUnaftiveftandsihjv'ring with cold^ as the bleak winds northerly b l o w ; The innocent lambs feud away to their fold, with their fleeces all covered with fnow. In the yard where the cattle were fodder5 d withftraw* and they/end forth their breath like a ftream j And the neat looking dairy-msid fees ihe muft thaw flakes o f ice beholds on the cream« There the fweet country maiden as frefli as a rofe f {he carcltily flips and thenilides ; T t r h the ruftiq laughs loud, if by falling fee fcow3g all the charms which her modefty hides. When the lads and ik* laffes in company join, and fet round the e bers, they chat * Talk of Witches and F ries, that ride on the wind f and of Ghofts tiU they're all in a fwcau �• < 1 C 5 Whem the birds to the barn door come hearing for and they eameflly drop from theirfpray; (food, Then i he poor f righted hare in vain walks the wood, leit her foot^eps her CQD.rie'fhou'd betray* Heaven grant in tl>at feafon it may be my lot, with the maid whom I love and admire, While ice-fickles hing from the eves of my cot, . may we live therein fafely retir'd. In peace and in pieafure, and free from all care, may we live and each other admire And thus in due feafon when fjchiefs foils out, then £ach of each other .may take care. H a s (He not DOLE enough that has an A U L D MAS!, LL young damfels both handfome and pretty, Come draw near unto me,-fitdo#ri and fing, A fong of mifcarriage, concerning my marriage, And by daily dolour my hands 1 da wring. My age is fcarce twenty as plain doth appear, I married an old man of (eventy-three year, And by my mifguiding you may very well ken, What mould a young ttom-ando with an auld man! f He's fnuffing & freezing he's banning & fwearHc'S hard o* the hewing, he canna well fee*, (ing, l i e fumbles and grumbVcs3 and over he tumlJb, And what is his'fnoring, alas I unto mju? His pate it is bald, his beard it is thin, Rough is his hair, and hard is his fida : Bis breath it is ftrong, his face pate and wan, And that's the hail properties of an auld man. �t 7 I When be down Herb, he groaneth, he cneih, A s a n c -were a dying in dolour and pain ; In ilea d of love-kiiles he itches arid fejatcjVes, _ Hirnfdf he outftref^eth with groaning again, But when he Kes down at ten q9 the dock, Turns fir (I to the wall, and then to the (lock ; I then wipe the tears, now as they down rum, And fay Wo to the dayt ere I faw an auld man ! Young giglet hz ca's me, & fays he will lame me, Young gimlet he names me, & fometi-rnes a yfvore, But haud (bytongue auld.man, & fay nae mair fuch, Fain would I fay cuckold but I think as much. But I will lay by my mafic And my fan, Ancf bid wo to the day ere I (jtw an auld man! Otherwife for to crop-.Vim I will do the bed, And with his old feathers I'll build a new neft. THE K I N G ANB THE MILLER, ¥ o W, hippy a Oat'*'-: does1 the miller j^oflefs, T 1 W h o wou'd be no^reatrr, nor fears to He left. O n his mill and himf^if h * depends for fupport, Which is better tfen Jervilly cringing at court, Wh at tho* be all dufly and whit'ned do p s The more hc's bept>wd£%• M the-more Like a bean4 A clown in Ms drefa may be h'on'efler far, Than a courtier who ftiuts in his garter and ftar. Tho* his hands are fo daub'd, they're not fit C5 be The hands of his betters are not very clean ; {feen, A palm more polite may as dirtily deal, Gold ia handling wrli ftick to his fingers Like-meal. �C 1 ] What i f when a pudding for dinner he Jacks, H e Cribs without fcruple from other men's facks : In this ©f right noble example he brags, W h o borrow as freely from other mens' bags. Or (hould be endeavour to heap an eftate, In this too he ffiimicks the tools of the ftate, W h o f e aim is alone their coffers to fill, And all his concern's to bring grift to his mill. He eats when he's hungry, and drinks when heV And down when he's weary contented does ly, (dry, Then rifes up cheerful to work and to fing: If fo happy a Miller, then wh®'d be a King ! A SMILING FULL BOWL. ill you credit a Mifer, 'tis gold makes us wife r The blifs of his life, the joy of his eyes t And a(k a fond lover, where wifdom he places, , ^ o be fure in his miftrefs}her charms & her gracea* But let the free lad fpeak the joy of his foul, f f i s a fparkling Glafs, and a fmiling full Bowl. W The Mifer is wretched, unhappy and poor i B e fuffers great want in the midft of his (tore : T h e lover's difconfolate, mopilh, and fad, Forthat which when gain'd will foon make him mad, T h e Mifer's a Fool, and the Lover's an Afs> And he only's Wife, who adores the full Glafs. Let the Mifer then hug up his ill gotten Pelf, And to feed empty bags,he may ftarve his ownfelf^ Let the Lover ftill langutfh 'twixt hope & defpair, And doat on a face as inconftant as fair : But ftill may his^blifs be as great as his foul, W h o pays no devoir but to Wine and the Bowl. Printed by ]* & M. Robcrtfon, Saltrntrket, i S o a . � 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 072: Title-page illustration in a single ruled rectangular border of a woman in conversation with a man standing in front of building. 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 Buxom Dame of Reading; or, the Cuckold's Cap. To which is added, A Summer Piece. A Winter Piece. Has the not Dole enough has an Auld Man. The King and the Miller. A Smiling Full Bowl. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1802 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923277663505154">s0314b19</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Cuckold's Cap. A Summer Piece. A Winter Piece. Has the not Dole enough has an Auld Man. The King and the Miller. A Smiling Full Bowl. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Description An account of the resource Woodcut #<span>72: Illustration on title-page a woman in conversation with a man in front of building.</span> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks&nbsp;</a> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: J. & M. Robertson Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Courtship and Marriage Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario # of Woodcuts: 1 Archictecture: window(s) Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1801-1810 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: J. & M. Robertson Gender: man/men Gender: woman/women Nature: tree(s) Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/1a52c9af81f72c345c02c1792a6ea1bd.pdf 8f72618d631726da0b9e541ef57705f5 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/feb2081eb33afc6d698aec320ffe92dc.jpg 5dfe2c0b53ec875ffb55344d8c58e21d 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 Celebrated Ballad of William and Margaret. To which is added, Watty and Madge: A Parody thereon. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133953505154">s0141b34</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Watty and Madge: A Parody on the ballad on William and Margaret Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #18 in a bound collection of 54 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of two birds on two branches on the title-page and a woodcut image of a scroll and quill Finis on page 8. Quoted on title-page: "Her face was pale like April morn, Clad in a wintry cloud; And clay-cold was her lily-hand That held her fable shroud. His face was like a bacon ham That lang in reek had hung, And horn-hard was his tawny hand That held his hazel rung." Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1798?] per National Library of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs 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> ESTC#: T28968 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Language A language of the resource English Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Brash & Reid Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 2 Animal: bird(s) Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1791-1800 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Brash & Reid https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/0c26bc9b1243bab88e33c36a2b7f6163.pdf a32506fb4f3774c32d67c282dfb5354d PDF Text Text THE CHOICE OF A WIFE T H E , W A I L OF ELVINA: AN 0 D F.< AND INSCRIPTION F R A RURAL ARBOUR O " Ye Gods attend /—-I long for honey, And all the fiveets of Matrimony ; " But as I ivont run helter-fneltery ft I ivijh to bargain for my halier. " 4H$* ye Poriuersy 11 rwlJ0 guide thro' life% And give a tender virtuous iv'fe G L A S G O W: P R I N T E D FOR A N D S O L D Braft & Reid. BY �THE CHOICE OF A WIFE, Y e Gods attend ! —I long for honey, And all the fweets of matrimony : But as I won't run helter-ikelter, I wifh to bargain for my halter. Aflfift, ye powers, who guide thro' life, And give a tender virtuous wife. No forward mynx, with giggling air, Whofe tongue an inch or two might fpare. Lavilh of drefs, yet never clean, Intent to fee and to be feen, Whofe heart beats pat—produce a man, SheM teaze me as Ihe plagues her fan. No formal prude, with decent fmile, Emblem of innocence and guile. No fqueamifh Mifs, who can't bear health : With coffers fill'd. with ftore of wealth. T h o ' jolly, blooming, fair, and fat, An heirefs muff be delicate. I want not flippant vain conceit, Nor thofe who wont at table eat; Or, by the jing, I'll be her fentry, Whene'er fte fteals off to the pantry. �( 3 ) I hate malevolence and pride, Tho' wealth fits dangling by her fidec Keep far from me a damftl ftupid, Or make me deaf, thou devil Cupid ! Hor give, to make me molt unhappy, The lafs whom Scotfmen call a taupy. I want not paflion ever blind, Nor one who leaves her fex behind. Tho' bleft with millions—what are riches, If I muft feel fhe wears the breeches? Send me a pair of eagle's wings, T o fhun thofe who fhun facred things. That heart muft be devoid of good, Who flies from heaven and gratitude. But fhe who tafles of love divine. Sure never could prove falfe to mine. Keep to yourfelves Mifs AfFe&ation, Or fhe who flights for provocation ; Like yonder beauty? lo ! fhe comes; A murmur haftens thro* the rooms ; Look at the pretty fmirking creature, Well placing ev'ry fliadowy feature; "For 'tis the glafs that gives her art, And paint and patches make her fmart; Behold fhe fmiles—now fcafce is civil — The angel now—and now the devil. On all fhe deals fome mark of favour, The puppies gape, but none will have her : Her lot will be, if married, cares, It not, the jilt mult walk up flairs, �( 4 ) And take her flocking, primly fitting, And mind her monkey or her kitten. The fly coquet whom grace adorns, Would fill my dreams with horns, horns, horns, Give me no languicHqueamifh creature, Wearied for ay, reverfe of nature: But let me choofe—The girl for me, Mufl ivear auid-fajhion d, modefty; Sweet, kind, and virtuous, ever pleas'd, Nor e'er with jealous humours feiz'd; Soft, winning foft, not prone to fpeak, Where blufhes deck the lovely cheek ; Accomplifh'd, innocent and gay, Devoid of airs, nor bent on play; Who could ahoufehold well attend, Yet be a comforter and friend. She would excufe my foibles all; If large, her love would make them fmall; Whofe every word feme good inftills, With learning that ne'er faw novels; Winning always by her yielding: Ile^v'n ! what a caftle am I building? Give me fortune, give me favour ; Do be kind and let me have her. When marriage fprings from fuch a fourcc. Ne'er will the world behold divorce ; But joy will conquer envious flrife, And peace be kept 'twixt man and wife. �T H E W A I L OF E L V I N A : AN ODE. I. W H A T time the foft-ey'd ftar of eve Gleam'd on the gently trembling wave, From Bara's ifle the fighing gale Wafted Elvina's rueful wail: Forlorn her lovely locks fhe tore, And pour'd her forrows on the defert fhore. II. « Ye rocks,' fhe cried, 6 ye fhelving caves, 6 Whofe fides the briny billow laves; < Ye cliffs far frowning o'er the deep, 6 Ye lonefome iiles, - to you I weep ; < Far diflant from my father's halls, 6 The tow'rs of Moran and my native walls. III. O Moran are thy warriors fled! « Difmal and dark their narrow bed; 4 Silent they fleep,—the north wind, cold, 6 Blows dreary o'er their crumbling mold; 6 Silent they fleep, no dawning day 4 Yifits the grave, or wakes their fhroudcd clay.9 c �( 6 ) IV. At dead of night a cry was heard, * O why was Moran unprepar'd! * No watchman on the caftle wall, * No wakeful warrior in the hall; * At dead of night the crafty foe < Rufh'd from the main, andftruckthe vengeful blow. V. * To arms! cried Moran, but in vain ! . < I faw my warlike brothers flain! « I faw my father's bofom gor'd ; « By Cadwal's num'rous hoft o'erpow'r'd i He fell; and from the gufhing wound, c Reeking and red, his life blood ftream'd around. VI. Mingling with fmoke I faw the fire * Along the rending walls afpire; Now rage impetuous in the hall, (I heard the crafhing rafters fall!) Now o'er the roof and turrets high, It blazes fierce and furious to the fky ! 4 VII. O fpare a helplefs maiden, fpare; The orphan's piteous pleadings hear! They bore me thence.—My ftreaming eyes Beheld thefe awful cliffs arife: Foul ravifher !—Ye rocks, ye waves, O fave me, hide me in your lonely caves! �( 7 ) VIII. Foul ravifher!—yet pale difmay « And vengeance mark thee for their prey * Unnerv'd, appalFd by confcious fear, * Remorfe ihall drive thee to defpair; 5 My fpirit, wailing in the blaft, * Shall fhake the counfels of thy guilty breaft/ € IX. 'Twas thus fhe waiFd,—till, by degrees, The voice came broken in the breeze: The feaman, piteous of her wo, Turn'd to the ftiore his friendly prow; But long, alas! ere dawn of day, The-voice grew weak, and feebly died away. INSCRIPTION F R A RURAL ARBOUR, O BY A GENTLEMAN OF INDIA. I. HEEDLESS wanderer, come not here With clamorous voice, or footftep rude; For Harmony's fweetjake forbear T o violate this folitude. II. For ne'er the Nightingale forfakes This haunt when hawthorn blofloms fpring j Veil'd in the lhade of tangled brakes, She calls her neftlings forth to fmg. �( 8 ) III. Hark! catch you not their warbling wild. That foftly flow the leaves among? Nov/ loudly fhrill, now fweetly mild, The defcant of their thrilling fong. IV. ' The^aflTeft primrofe of the year, Beneath delights in flowers to fpread; The cluft'ring hart-bell lingers near The cowflip's dewbefpangled bed. V. And whilft the weftern gales allay The keennefs of the noon-tide heat, They tell where pleas'd to lhur the day, The vi'let fcents her low retreat. VI. If tempted by the twilight fhade Beneath the fmooth-leaf'd beach to flray5 Soon will the charms that dre-s the glade Bring fweet oblivion of your way. VII. But, heedlefs wandVer, come not here, This feaft was not prcpar'd for thee; Unlefs thy heart feels nought more dear Than nature and fimplicity. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5acabb81c4c4923d66f1be2db9a04971.jpg a3bb598c0ae81a5f128cf93a5459da7f 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 3014 Width 1654 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 choice of a wife. The wail of Elvina: an ode. And inscription for a rural arbour Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks, Scottish Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1798, 1805 per National Library of Scotland Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923284833505154">s0343b31</a> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Glasgow, Scotland Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. 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Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9936632793505154">s0604b34</a> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1745 per ESTC Extent The size or duration of the resource. 11 pages 19 cm Subject The topic of the resource Jacobites War Charles Edward, Prince, grandson of James II, King of England, 1720-1788 Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. ESTC#:&nbsp;<span>T55713</span> ESTC#: T116754 <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 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 [Edinburgh?: s.n.] 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 biography Abstract A summary of the resource. A Jacobite tract in support of Prince Charles Edward after the battle of Prestonpans. # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1741-1750 Chapbook Genre: biography Chapbook Publisher: [Edinburgh: s.n.] https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/10d19c0b2d0af4e92244a71c6b161de1.jpg f846d7f23ea317a62df9c9a29a42c881 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/82a77e335a475bdb6aa1b9aadb3d7ae9.pdf ee7f78bf50345a3fbf70eb06815d6578 PDF Text Text THE C A O C FAMILIAR K E D P I S T O L : EPISTLE TO MR. JAMES MORTON, Precentor in the Abbey Kirk, Paiflcv, REQUESTING HIS ADVICE ON MATRIMONY; WITH H I S A N S W E R, CONTAINING IlULES F Q R CHUSING A WIFE." The Letter-gae of Holy . Rhymfy Sat up at the board-head^ Jind a hefaid ivas. thought a crime To contradict indeed. For in clark lear he ivas r'hwt prime, uind cot?d haith ivrits and rfad. C H R I S T ' S K I R K ON T H E «-— GLASGOW: PRINTED Brain FOR & AND SOLD R d d . BY GREEN- �E P I S T L E pA I s T O L E J. M . r. I. D E A R Friend, ye'll hardly now remember, You wrote to me in laft December; But my Mufe, cauld as deeing ember, Had tint her fpunk, Or turn'd as lazy, lith and member, As ane dead drunk, II. Your blythe Epiftle then I got, As nice, I wat, as e'er was wrote, Which I have without flaw or blot Lodg'd in my min% And learn'd quite perfe6t a' by rot, Nae mair to tine. III. I'm glad to hear ye hae your HEALTH, As that's " fuperior far to wealth," T o keep it—fhun a' fecret ftealth That Quack; pretend, And put nae faith in a' the filth That Bettors vend. IV. Waes mel for thefe poor lucklefs chiels, Compel?d to fight with drugs and pills, �( 3 ) Young harum-fkarum daft run deels, T o pleafure flavesj For its purfuit o'er moiiy wheels T o timelefs graves. V. A youngfter flands on kittle ground, Strong the temptations him furround, And in fuch plealing fhapes abound, Alas! on trial, How fiiall he to them a7 be found T o give denial I VI. For fometime paft, I've ta'eja a notion, On viewing Time in fleeting motion, And finglelife a taftelefs potion, And far frae good> T o fome fweet lafs to pay devotion In ferious mood. VII. For as temptations are fae rife, T o fhun them a', I'd wifh a wife, Wha'd half with me the ills of life, As weel's its joys, And bring me, to keep down a' ftrife, Sweet girls and boys* VIII. Yet I wad rather bide my fate, Than join in matrimonial flate, With an ill-temper'd, canker'd mater Of captious mood; f o r then, I'm fure, I'd tine the gate Of a' that's good. �f 4 ) IX. O how difgufting 'tis to fee A man and wife who difagree! They fcrateh and fight, and 'till they die Ne'er end their ails, Juft like twar cats hung o'er a tree Tied by the tails. X. But O , how happy is the youth, Whofe mate does all his forrows foothe? His tide of life glides on full fmooth! Her native charms,Sweet-fmiling innocence and truth, Delight his arms. XT. 0 may inch happy fate be mine, As, aft ye've tauld me has been thine, "At Fortune then I'll ne'er repine, Whate'er fhe gie, Nor care how aft fhe wane or ftiine, A brown babee. XII. This fuhje&'s of fuch ferious fort, 1 beg ye'll think me not in fport,. But fold that full and wife report Ye weel can give, And trouth, my friend, I'll thank ye f o r t As lang's 1 live. . . XIII. Waes me, I now my pen maun drcp, T k o ' very laith I am to flop, �( 5 ) But he that's hurried in a ftiop Buying and felling, Dare not to gie dame Fancy fcope, T h o ' e'er fae willing. XIV. Meantime, that Marriage mayna ftan', I beg ye'll write me, free affhan', In hamely verfe, your wifeit plan, And I'll be fteady, F o r , like a COCKEI>PISTOL, man I'm juft as ready. GLASGOW. W . R. A N S W E R FROM J. M . PAISLEY, T O T H E PRECEDING EPISTLE, CONTAINING RULES FOR CHUSING A WIFE, I. W H A N E'ER, my Friend, I cooft my e'e On thy Epiftle fent to me, In ftyle fae pithy, frank and free, Sae couth and clever, I fwore that ye in poetrie Wadftiinefor ever. �( 6 ) II. Your caution's glide my " health to raife " Mind not what Quack or Doctor fays. As I hae feckly a' my days Kend nae difeafe, I pity ony cliiel wha pays Their coflly feesi III. W o w but it gied me joy to hear Your reafoning fae jull and clear On youth's temptations, which I fear O'er few withftand; A wife's the thing a man to chear In love's faft band. IV. Few rules for courting ye can heed, While on your ftiouthers fic a head, Sin' ye are not o'er-run wi' greed O ' gowd and filler, W o o wha ye like, ye maun come fpeed, Gin ye haud till V. But O ! avoid a gilly-gawky, . Or faft indulged raammie's tawpy, Perchance inclin'd to tafte the whauky: And ne'er ca' thine Her wha parades upo* the caufeway, For fake t)' fhine* VI. Wale not a wit—and fhun an afs, But take fome thrifty fonfy lafs>. �( 7 ) W h a lets not precious minutes pafs Herfel' adorning, By glowring twa hours in the glafs On ilka morning, VII. Altho' misfortune's Ihould be rife, Still hath the married man belt life, For 'midli a' fortune's plague and llrife, He ftill hath pleafure, And finds his thrifty virtuous wife A real treafure. VIII. Gin fie a gude lafs fill your arms, Ye'll never tire o* her fweet charms; Your mind fhe'll lirive in all alarms T o mak' it eafy, And keep ye out o ' many harms That fair might teeze IX. I low great's the pleafure of this life Blefl v. ith a chafte and virtuous wife, When pledges of your love fu' rife Tott round tne table, Liipicg their fma' tauk free o' llrife, As weel's they're able X. When to your meals ye do come in, Ye'll a* things in nice order fin', Your childer a' ambitious rin, T o jump your knees, And every thing the Louie within, Confpir.es to pleafe. �( 8 ) XI. And then when ye come hame at e'en, The fire is briik, the hearthftane clean, And every thing a' braw and been, The weans too bedded Syne down ye fit, and crack bedeen, How a's been fteaded. XII. Compare this wi' thefe ftupid chiels, Wha're fighting clofe wi' drugs and pills, And rin to ruin on their heels, 0 fy for fliame! T notice that ye ca' them de'ils, 1 do the fame. XIII. T o Marriage then, mak nae mair Hand, But tak' fome lafiie by the hand, T h o ' neither rich in gowd or land, To" her haud fteady, A s PISTOL COCK'D, and on demand, M y lug file's ready. XIY. N o w , my.gude friend, as an adieu, I'll fay I've gi'en advice to you, Which I am fure ye'll never rue, As lang's ye live: On trial, if 'tis not found true, Me ne'er believe. � 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 cocked pistol: a familiar epistle to mr. James Morton, precentor in the Abbey Kirk, Paisley, requesting his advice on matrimony; with his answer, containing rules for chosing a wife. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923287173505154">s0343b22</a> Description An account of the resource Quote on front page: "The Letter-gae of Holy Rhyme, Set up at the board-head, And a' he faid was thought a crime To contradict indeed. For in clark lear he was right prime, And con'd baith write and read. Christ's Kirk on the Green." 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Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Brash & Reid Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Courtship and Marriage Poetry Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1791-1800 Chapbook Genre: poetry Chapbook Genre: romance Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Brash & Reid https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/4191e329f925ad3ed3a1b57937e86500.jpg bf21fbec1595005a38e16eb372543f4c 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 1303 Width 1313 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 College Inn Description An account of the resource 1 photograph Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a77b4674ea138af86b18333e4951de2f.pdf 306a6612b556efb66554752ad16480e3 PDF Text Text COMICAL HISTORY SIMPLE JOHN TWELVE MISFORTUNES WIC TAF N D AL I * T VLR D T AT R T R U H TT JI n I FE E L N A ET A S FE I ^ AF T GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. �COMICAL H I S T O R Y ° F SIMPLE •IB an JOHN, AND HIS TWELVE MISFORTUNES. MAMRU T * BT»Q ITII.TWT /< .JJA AS?I*niAn , D J R I K BN 10 TA3 H A F «A I nm o w S I M P L E J O H N was a widow's son, a d a coarse country weaver to his trade. He made nothing but such as canvas for caff-beds, corn and coal sacks, drugget and harn was the finest webs he could lay his fingers to: he was a grQat lump of a lang, lean lad, aboon Bax feet afore he was aughteen years auld ; and, aS lie said hlrtisel, he grew sae fast, and was in sic a hurry to be high, that he did not stay to bring a' his judgment \vith him, but yet he . l.ojH^t it follow him, and lie woulcj meet wi't as monv a ane does �3 after they're married. He had but ae sister, and she had as little sense as himsel', she was married on Sleeky Willie, the wylie weaver; his mither was a rattling rattle-scull'd wife, and they lived a' in ae house, and every body held them as a family of fools. W h e n John came to man's estate, to the age of twenty-one years, he told his mither he would hae a wife o' some sort, either young or auld, widow or lass, if they had but heads and lips, tongue and tail, he should tak them, and weel I wat, mither, quoth he, they'll get a lumping penny-worth o' me, get me wha will. His mither tells him o' the black butcher on Ti'ot-side, wha had three doughters, and- every ane o' them had something, there was Kate, Ann, and Girzy, had a hundred merks the piece. Kate and Ann had baith bastards. Girzy the eldest had a humph back, a high breast, baker legged, a short wry neck, thrawn mouth, and goggle ey'd; a perfect iEsop of the female kind, with as many crooked conditions within as without, a very lump of loun-like illnature, vow'd \ together, as if she had \ �4 been nine months in a haggis, a second edition of crook backed Richard, an old English King, that was born with teeth to bite a' around about him, and yet the wight gaed mad to be married. John's mither told him the road where to go, and what to say, and accordingly he sets out wi' his Sunday's coat on, and a' his braws, and a pair of new pillonian breeks o' his mither's making. In he comes and tells his errand before he would sit down, says good day to you, goodman, what e you a' doing here ? I am wanting wife, an' ye're a flesher, and has a gude rting aside you, my mither says ye 11 sair me or ony body like me, what say ye tilFt, goodman ? How mony douchters hae ye ? Are they a' married yet ? I fain wad tak a look o' some o' them gin ye like. A wow, said the goodwife, come in by, honest lad, and rest yo, an ye be a wooer sit down and gie's a snuff'— A deed, goodwife, I hae nae mills but my mither s, and it's at hame.—Whare win ye, I'se no ken y e p 1 wat, quoth , �5 he, my name's Jock Sandyman,and they ca' me Simple John the sack weaver. I hae nae tocher but my loom, a pirnwheel, a kettle, pat, a brass pan, twa pigs, four cogs, and a candlestick, a good cock, a cat, twa errocks new begun to lay; my sister Sara is married on Sleeky Willie the wylie weaver, and I maun hae a hagwife or my mither die, for truly she's very frail, and OBV harl o' health she has is about dinner time ; what say ye till't, goodman ? eari ye buckle me or not? Goodman. A dear John, ye're in an unco haste, ye wadna hae your wife liame wi' ye ? they're a' there before ye, which o' them will ye tak ? Hout, tout, says John, ony o' them, will sair me, but my mither says there is twa o' them has fauts. And what is their fauts ? says the goodwife. Hout, said John, it's no meikle faut, but I dinna like it, they got men or they were married. And what shall I do wi' them ? said the goodman. John. A deed, goodman, as ye're ay dealing among dead beasts and living beasts, I wad put them awa among �6 ither beasts, or gin ye be aun ony penny, let somebody tak them up o' desperate debt, I sud flie the Fykes frae them, they anger d you, and sham'd 1 vou baith with their bastards', a wheen * daft jades it gets men or they be married, and bairns or they get bridals. Goodwife. A wat weel that's true, lad. Girzy. A weel, John, then, will ye tak me; I hae nae bastards ; how will you and I do ? John. I wrat na gin ye be able to get a bastard, yet ye may hae some waur faut; but ye maun be my pennyworth, for ye're unco little, and I'm o'er muckle, and gin ye and I war ance carded through ither, we may get bonny weans o' a middlen mak. I hae nae fauts to ye, but ye hae a high breast, a humph back, a short neck, and high shouthers, tiie hands and legs may do, tho' your mouth be ? wee to the tae side it will lie weel to the rock, and I hae a hantle o* tow to spin, will be baith sarks and sacks till us, ye'll be my soncy dauty, up and down ; a perfect beauty, wi' cat's yellow een, black brous, and �7 red lips, and your very nose is a purple colour; ye hae nae fauts at a'. Now, whan will we be married ? Qirzy. Ha, ha, John lad, we maun think on that yet. John. What the yeltow, lass, should na ye be ready whan I'm ready, and every body says that the woman's aye ready. Goodman. YV11 hae to come back and bring somebody wi' you, and we'll gree about it, and set the day whan ye'll be married. John. A weel, goodman, I'll tell my mither o't, and come back on Mononday, and we'll hae a chappin o' ale, and roasted cheese on the chance o't, but I maun hae a word o' the bride out by, to convoy me, and a quiet speak to hersel about it. Goodwife. A wow na, John, the daft loons will laugh at you, and she'll think shame, gang ye out by, and she'll speak to you through the gavel window. Out goes John, and the bride, and her twa sisters goes to the window within to hear the diversion, and what �ho would saw Now says John, Girzy my dear, my braw pretty woman, an ye be in earnest, tell me, for by my suth I'm no scorning. Girzy. Indeed, John, I'm vei'y willing to tak ye, but ye needna tell every body about it. John. Then gie me a kiss on that. He shoves his head in at the window, making a lang neck to win down to her, and she stood on a little stool to win up to him. O, cries he, an ye were good flesh I could eat you a', I like YOU sae weel; it's a pity there is sic a hard \\ra' between us, I'se tell my mither sae bonny as ye are: O, gie me anither kiss yet, and then I'll go. One of her sisters standing by in a dark corner, gets baud o' a cow's head, which wanted a' the skin but about the mouth, and shoves it towards his mouth, which he kissed in the dark. O, cries he, your mouth be cauld since I kissed ye last, and I think ye hae a beard, I saw nae that before, or is't wi' spinning tow that maks your mouth sae rough at e'en. Hame he comes, and tells his mither uie speed and properties of the marriage. �All things was got ready, and next week Sleeky Willie the weaver and him came to gree the marriage, and stay all night with the bride, and teach John good manners, for when John was hungry, lie minded his meat mair than his good behaviour, and he never was fu' till the dish was tame. Willie the weaver was to tramp on his fit when he thought he had suppet aneugh ; so all things being agreed, upon short and easy terms, and the wedding day set, they were to be three times cried on Sunday, and quietly married on Monday, neither piper nor fiddler to be employ'd, but sweith awa hame frae the Minister, and into the bed aniang the blankets; ha, ha, cried John, that's the best o't a\ Now every thing being concluded and proposed, the supper was brought, a large fat haggis, the very smell wad a done a hungry body gude, but John had only got twa or three soups, until one of the butchers meikle dogs tramped on John's fit, which he took to be the weaver, arid then he would eat nae mair. After supper they went to bed �10 John and the weaver lay together, ano then he abused the weaver for tramping sae stion, which he denied; but O, said John, there's a hantle o't left, and I saw whare it was set; they are a'sleeping, I'll go rise and tak a soup o't yet. Aye, een do sae, said sleeky Willie, and bring a soup to me too. Away then John goes to the amry, and lays to the haggis, till his ain haggis could haud nae mair; then brought some to Sleeky Willie; but, instead of going to the bed where he was, goes to the bed where the bride and the twa sisters lay, they being fast asleep, speaks slowly, Will ye tak it, will ye tak it ; but they making no answer, he turns up the blankets to put a soup into Willie's mouth, but instead of doing so, he puts a great spoonful close into one of their backsides. Sleeky Willie hears a' that past, comes out the bed, and sups out the remainder, and sets up the dish where it was, leaves the amry door open to let the cats get the blame of sapping the haggis, and away they go to bed; bilt poor John could get nae sleep for drouth; up he gets in search of the �11 Si r wa^er-can, and finding an empty pitcher, puts in his hand to find if there wag m\y water in it,-but finding nane he closed his hand when it Was within the pitcher, and then could not get it out, goes to the bed and tells Sleeky Willie what had happened him, wha advised him to open the door, and gc out to a knocking-stane that stood before the door, and break it there, to get out his hand, and not to make a noise in the house. So out he goes, and the bride's sister who had gotten the great spoonful of the haggis laid to her backside, was out before him, rubbing the nastiness (as she took it to be) off the tail of her sark, and she being in a louting posture, he took her for the knocking-stane, and comes ower her liurdies with the pitcher, till it flew in pieces about' her, then off she runs with the fright,' round a turf-stack, and into the house before him. John came in trembling to the bed again, wi' the fright, praying to preserve him, for sic a knocking-stane he never yet saw,Tor it ran clean awa when he broke the pig w o n it. �12 Now John was furnished in a house by his father-in-law; the bed, the loom, heddles, treadles, thrumbs, reed, and pirn-wheel, was a' brought and set up before the marriage, which was kept a profound secret; so that John got the first night of his ain wife, and his ain house at ae time. So on the next morning after the marriage, John and his wife made up some articles, how they were to work, and keep house ; John was to keep the house in meat, meal, fire, and water; Girzy was to mak the meat, and keep the house in clothes; the father-in-law to pay the rent for three years; they were to hae nae servants, until they had children; and eir first child was to be a John, after ain Daddy, get it wha will, if a ; and if a girl, Girzy, after its ain y, as ye said wha wrought best �MISFORTUNE IV. T H E N she ordered Jolm to rise and begin his vvark, by putting on a fire, and to tak the twa new pigs and gang to the well for water. No sooner had John opened the door, and gone out with a pig in every hand, than a' the boys and girls being gathered in a crowd to see him, gave a loud huzza: and clapping their hands at him, poor John, not knowing what it meant, thought it was fine sport, began to clap his hands too, and not minding the twa pigs, clashes the tane against the tither, till baith went to pieces, and that was a cheerful huzza to baith young and auld that was looking at him ; Girzy the wife draws him into the house, and to liim she flies with the wicked wife's weapon, her Tongue and Tangs, and made his ribs to crack, saying, " They told me ye war daft, but Til ding the daffing out o' ye, I'll begin wi' you as I've a mind to end wi' you." Poo John sat crying and clawing l)jsbea �ria, ha," said lie, its nae bairn s play to be married, J find that already." His mother-in-law came in and made up peace, went to a cooper, and got them a big wooden stoop to carry in their water. 4 4 MISFORTUNE II. Next morning, John was sent to the Flesh-market an errand to his Fatherin-law, who gave him a piece of flesh to carry home, and as he was coming out of the market, he saw six or seven of the flesher dogs fall on and worry at a poor country colly dog; "Justice, justice," cries John to the dogs, " ye're but a wheen unmannerly rascals, that fa's a' on ae poor beast, heth ye should a' be put in the toubuoth, and ta'en to the bailies, and hanged for the like o' that; its perfect murder;" and in he runs amongst the dogs, " And be hanged to you a thegither, What's the quarrel p What's the quarrel ? John flings down the flesh he had carrying, and grips the colly, who took John for an �15 enemy too, and bites his hands till the blood followed, he whole of the tykes* comes a on poor John, till down he goes in the dirt amongst their feet, and one of the dogs runs off with the flesh, so John went hame both dirty and bloody and without his flesh, told Girzy how it happened, who applied her old plaister, her Tangs and Tongue, made John to curse the very minister that married them, and wished he might ne'er do a better turn. * MISFORTUNE ffj. Next morning, John was sent to the well with the great stoup to bring in water for breakfast; and as he was pulling the stoup out of the well, in he tumbles and his head down, the well being narrow, he couldna win out: some people passipg by chance heard the slunge, cried, and ran to his relief, hauled him out half dead, and helped him into the house ; and after getting a dry sark, he was comforted with the old plaister her Tongue and hard Tangs. �MISFORTUNE IV. Next day, she says, John, 1 nr.*. go to the market myself, for if you go you 11 fight wi' the dogs, and let them run awa wi* ony thing you buy: see that ye put on the pat, hae't boiling again I come hame. John promised weel, but performs very badly. She's 110 sooner gone, than lie puts on the new pat without any water in it, and a good fire to make it boil, and away he goes to the unhappy well, fills his stoup, and sets it down to look at a parcel of boys playing at cat and dog, they persuaded John to take a game wi' them, on he plays, till ane o' the boys cries, Hey John, yonders your Girzy coming. John runs into the house wi' the water, and the pat being redhot on the fire, he tumes in the cauld water into it, which made the pat flee all in pieces, just as she was entering the door. John runs for it, and she runs after him, crying catch the thief, some persons stopped him; she comes �IT up, and then she laboured him all the way hame, and he crying, " O Sirs, ye see what it is to be married!" The mither-in-law had to make up peace again, and he promised good behaviour in time to come. MISFORTUNE V. On the next morning she sent him to the water to wash some cow's puddings and turn them on a spindle, showing him how he was to do or he went away. John goes to the water very willingly, and as he turned and washed them, he laid them down behind him, where one of his father-in-law's big dogs stood, and ate them up as fast as he laid them down, till all was gone but the very last ane, which he carried hame in his and, crying like a child, and underent a severe tost of the old plaister efore any mercy was shown. MISFORTUNE VI. His father-in-law, next day, sent him �away to bring home a tat calf he bought in the country, and tied up the money in a napkin, which he carried in his hand for fear he should lose it. B ing very weighty, as it was all in hal pence, and as he was going alongst bridge, he meets a man running aftef horse, who cries to John to stop the horse; John meets him on the top of the bridge, and when he would not be stopped for him, he knocks the horse on the face with the napkin and the money, so the napkin rave, and most of the half-pence flew over the bridge in the water, which made poor John go home crying very bitterly for his loss, and dread of the old plaister, which he got very sickerly. N MISFORTUNE VII. On the next morning, she sent him again to the bridge, to see if he could find any of it in the water, and there he found some ducks swimming, and ducking down with their heads below the water, as lie thought, gathering up his money, he kills o^e of them, and rips �19 her up, but found none of it in her guts or gabbie ; then says he, they have been but looking for it, I'll go do as they did, strips off his clothes and leaves them on the bridge, goes in a ducking, in which time, a ragman came past, and took away all his clothes. So he went homo naked to get a bath of the old plaister. MISFORTUNE VIII. The next morning, she sent him to a farm-house for a pigful of buttermilk, and as he was returning through the fields, the farmer's bull and another bull were fighting ; the farmer's bull being iiketoloss, Johnryns inbehiiidhim,and sets his head to the bun's tail, on purpose to help him to push against the other; but the poor bull thought John was some other bull attacking him behind, fled aside, and the other bull came full drive upon John, pushed him down, broke the pig, and spilt the milk. Sc John went home to get his auld plaister, which began to be a usual diet to him, and so he regarded it the less. �20 MISFORTUNE IX. His mother-in-law, with severai an Id witty wives, held a private council on John's conduct, and bad luck, and concluded he was bewitched. John was of the same opinion, and went to the Minister, and told him he was the cause of a' his misfortunes, ca d him a warlock to his face, and said, he had put such a black bargain into his hand, that he was ruined for ever; insisted either to unmarry them again, or send death and the bellman to take her awa, for she has a lump of mischief on her back and anitiler on her breast, and the rest of her body is a clean de'il. The Minister began to exhort him to peace and patience, telling him that marriages were made in heaven : " ye're a baist liar," says John, " for I was married in your ain kitchen, and a' the blackguards jn the town were there, an it had a been a heaven they wadna win in, yet tell me that matrimony was sic a happy state, but had ye gotten as mony weel �21 pay d skins as I hae gotten, ye wad a kend what it was; ill chance on j^ou, sir;" and out he goes cursing like a madman, throwing stanes and breaking the Minister's windows for which he was caught and put twa hours in the stocks, and at last his lump of corruption came and rubbed his lugs, drew his nose, got him out, and drove him home before her, took a resolution never to set him about any business in time coming, but keep him on his loom. MISFORTUNE X. Now she gave him no sleep all that night for scolding. John got up in the morning lang or day, and left his Tormenter in bed, fell asleep upon his loom wi' the candle in his hand, and so set the web, heddles, reed, and treadle cords in a fire. By chance his old Viper looked out of the bed, or the whole house had been gone. Up she gets, and with her cries alarmed the neighbourhood who came to her relief; �22 but poor Jonn underwent a dreadful swabbing for this, MISFORTUNE XI. After the former hurry and beating being over, his work being stopt, he went to bed and slept a' that day, and following night. On the next day, having nothing to do, she sent him in search of a hen's nest, which had ta'en some by-place to lay her eggs in : so as poor John Was in an auld kill searching a' about the walls, the kill-ribs broke, and down he goes with a vengeance into the logie, cutted and bruised himself in a terrible manner ; up he could not win, but had to creep out at the logie below, scarce able to get hame, his face and nose all running of blood. In this condition she pitied and lamented for him very much, tied his sores and laid him in b e d ; then sat down very kindly, saying, u My dear, and my lamb, do you think there is ony of your banes broken ; and what part of you is saire t P And what will I get �2:\ to do good P 44 Oh r said lie, " Girzy, I'm a brizzled atween the feet," " A r e ye indeed?" quoth she, 44 then I wish ye had broken your neck, that I might a gotten anither, useless ae way, and useless mae ways, upo' my word, ye's no be here, gang whare ye like." MISFORTUNE XII. Y'fuLfhniJctfesl h ot ef*9<ra* n/(oL og Now, as poor John was turned out o' doors next morning, to go awa' hirpling on a staff; one came and tqld hini his mother had died last night. Oh hoc.h j said Johi}, and is n*y mither clean dead! O an she wac|( but lop}* dowp thrqugh the lift, and see how I'm guide d this morning, I'm sure she wacj send death for me too. I'm out o' a mither and out o' a wife, out o' my health and strength, and a' my warklooms. His mother-in-law and pleaded for im: Haud your tongue, mither, said Girzy, if ye kent what ail'd him ye wadna speak about him, he's useless, no worth the keeping in a house, but to ca' him to die like an auld beast at a dyke- �24 side. Hout tout, co' the auld wife, w e l l mak o' him and he'll mend again. So John got peace made up after a', and he was easier mended than the burnt web; got all his treadles andwarklooms set in order, the wife's tongue excepted, which was made of wormwood, and the rest of her body of sea water, which is always in a continual tempest. So John appeals to a Jedburgh Jury if it be not easier to deal wi' fools than headstrong fashious fouks; owns he has but an empty skull, but his wicked wife wants wit to pour judgment into it, never tells him o' danger till it comes upon him, for his mother said he was a biddable bairn, if ony body had been to learn him wit. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3d69cfe387c27e44833cba0845409589.jpg f78e2189bd255e325b297bc6baa7afd5 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 3356 Width 1956 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 comical history of Simple John and his twelve misfortunes: which happened all in twelve days after the unhappy day of his marriage. 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