38 10 639 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/6ec88402236cb6056af0a619bc0fed1e.pdf 5da94f6437e2586009c5bb0c656d19b3 PDF Text Text THE OLD SCOTS Tragical Song Sir James the Rose OF OF all the Scottish northern chiefs. Of high and warlike name, The bravest was Sir James the Rose, A knight of meikle fame. FALKIRK. PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. �Sir James the rose, OF aLl the Scottish northern chiefs Of high and warlike name, The bravest was Sir James the Rose, A knight of meikle fame. i i i s growth was like a youthful oak, That crowns the mountain's brow, And waving o'er his shoulders broad, His locks of yellow flew. Wide were his fields, his herds were large, And large his flocks of sheep, And numerous were his goats and deer, Upon the mountain's steep. The chieftain of the good clan Rose, A firm and warlike band, Five hundred warriors drew the sword, Beneath his high command. In bloody fight thrice had he stood, Against the English keen, E r e two and twenty op'ning springs The booming youth had seen. The fair Matilda dear he lov'd, A maid of beauty r a r e ; Ev'n Margaret on the Scottish throne Was never half so fair. Long had he woo'd, long she refused, With seeming scorn and pride ; Yet oft her eyes confess'd the love Her fearful words denied. �3 At length she bless'd his well-tried love, Allow'd his tender claim ; She vow'd to him her tender heart, And own'd an equal flame. Her father, Buchan's cruel lord, Their passion disapprov'd ; He bade her wed Sir John the Graeme, And leave the youth she lov'd. One night they met as they were wont, Deep in a shady wood. Where on the bank beside the burn, A blooming saugh-tree stood. Conceal'd among the underwood T h e crafty Donald lay, The brother of Sir John the Graeme, To watch what they might say. When thtis the maid began, M y sire Our passion disapproves. He bids me wed Sir John the Graeme, So here must end our loves. My father's will must be obeyed, Nought boots me to withstand, Some fairer maid in beauty's bloom, Shall bless you with her hand, Soon will Matilda be forgot, And from thy mind effac'd, But may that happiness be thine, Which I can never taste ! What do I hear ! Is this thy vow? Sir James the Rose replied; �4 And will Matilda wed the Graeme, Though sworn to be my bride ? His sword shall sooner pierce my heart, Than reave me of thy charms— And clasp'd her to his throbbing breast, Fast lock'd within his arms. I spoke to try thy love, she said, I'll ne're wed man but t h e e ; The grave shall be my bridal bed, If Graeme my husband be. Take then, dear youth, this faithful kiss, In witness of my troth, And every plague become my lot, That day I break my oath.— They parted thus—the sun was set— Up hasty Donald flies; And turn thee, turn thee, beardless youth, H e loud insulting cries. Soon turn'd about the fearless chief, And soon his sword he d r e w ; For Donald's biade before his breast, Had pierc'd his tartans through. This for my brother's slighted love, His wrongs sit on my a r m - Three paces back the youth retir'd, T o save himself from harm. Returning swift, his sword he rear'd, Fierce Donald's head above ; And through the brain and crashing bone, His furious weapon drove. �5 Life issued at the wound—he fell A lump of lifeless clay ; So fall my foes, quoth valiant Rose, And stately strode away. Thro' the green wood in haste he pass'd, Unto Lord Buchan's hall, Beneath Matilda's window stood, And thus on her did call : Art thou asleep, Matilda dear, Awake, my love ! awake ; Behold thy lover waits without, A long farwell to take. For I have slain fierce Donald Graeme, His blood is on my sword ; And far, far distant are my men, Nor can defend their lord. To Skye I will direct my flight, Where my brave brothers bide, To raise the mighty of the Isles, To combat on my side — O do not so, the maid replied, With me till morning s t a y ; For dark and dreary is the nigh, And dang'rous is the way. All night I'll watch thee in the park, My faithful page I'll send in haste to raise the brave clan Rose, Their master to defend. He laid him down beneath a bush, And wrapp'd him in his plaid, �6 While trembling for her lover's fate, At distance stood the maid. Swift ran the page o'er hill and dale, Till in a lowly glen, He met the furious Sir John Graeme, With twenty of his men. Where goest thou, little page, he said, So late? who did thee send ?— I go to raise the brave clan Rose, Their master to defend. For he has slain fierce Donald Graeme, His blood is on his sword, And far, far distant are his men, Nor can assist their lord.-— And has he slain my brother d e a r ? The furious chief replies ; Dishonour blast my name, but he By me ere morning dies; Say page, where is Sir James the Ross ; i will thee well r e w a r d H e sleeps into Lord Buchan's park, Matilda is his guard. They spurred their steeds and furious flew, Like ligh'ning o'er the l e a : They reach'd Lord Buchan's lofty tow'rs, By dawning of the day. Matilda stood without the gate, Upon a rising ground, And watch'd each object in the dawn. All ear to every sound. �Where sleeps the Rose ? began the Graeme, Or has the felon fled ? This hand shall lay the wretch on earth, By whom my brother bled. And now the valiant knight awoke. The virgin shrieking heard ; Straight up hee rose and drew his sword, When the fierce band appear'd. Your sword Last night my brother slew, His blood yet dims its shine; And ere the sun shall gild the morn, Your blood shall reek on mine. Your words are brave, the chief returned, But deeds approve the man. Set by your men and hand t o hand, We'll try what valour can. With dauntless step he forward strode, And dar'd him to the f i g h t ; The Graeme gave back, he fear'd his arm, For well he knew his might. Four of his men the bravest four, Sunk down beneath his sword ; But still he scorn'd the poor revenge, And sought their haughty lord. Behind him basely came the Graeme, And piere'd him in the side; Out spouting came the purple stream. And all his tartan's dy'd. But yet his hand dropp'd not the sword, Nor sunk he to the ground. �8 Till through his enemy's heart the steel Had forc'd a mortal wound. Graeme, like a tree by wind o'erthrown, Fell breathless on the clay ! And down beside him sank the Rose, And faint and dying lay. Matilda saw and fast she ran ; O spare his life, she cried ; Lord Buchan's daughter begs his life, Let her not be denied. Her well-known voice the hero heard, He rais'd his death-clos'd eyes ; H e fix'd them on the weeping maid, And weakly thus replies: In vain Matilda begs a life, By death's arrest denied ; My race is run—adieu, my love ; Then clos'd his eyes and died. The sword yet warm from his left side, With frantic hand she drew; I come, Sir James the Rose, she cried, 1 come to follow you. The hilt she lean'd against the ground, And h a r d her snowy breast, Then fell upon her lover's face, And sunk to endless rest. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/434e192efb6561ce1c3c6575095811ae.jpg 2bcf3a15c16f1734960479e2d3c19648 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 3238 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 The Old Scots Tragical Song of Sir James the Rose. Of all the Scottish northern chiefs, Of high and warlike name, The bravest was Sir James the Rose, A knight of meikle fame. 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> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1830-1840?] 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 #58 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Chapbooks - Scotland - Falkirk Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <a title="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</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/f992a81728a847c63097f828ebf6de88.pdf 62d650a4e5c0c618cf38f081e75b8dba PDF Text Text THE Sailor's Courtship A FAVOURITE SONG, TO W H I C Hareadded. I'll soon h a ' e a W i f e o' ain. M y L o v e l y Owen, and T h e S m i l e a n d the T e a r . FALKIRK : PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. �SONGS. T H E SAILOR'S COURTSHIP. IT happen'd on a morning clear, As down the quay I walked, I chanc'd to meet a maiden fair, Who with her father talked. Said he, your love is come on shore, The only man you do adore ; Your folly now you must give o'er, Don't wed that tarry Sailor. O father dear, do not us part, Or try to separate us, For if you do, 'twill break my heart, Great grief it will create u s ; His love to me is most secure, And mine to him shall firm endure, Betide me life or death, I'm sure, I'll wed NO other Sailor, Up comes young Jack as brisk's a bee, And saying, my dearest Nancy, Now 1 am safe return'd to thee, My heart's delight and fancy: �I've been where stormy winds do blow, And often fac'd the deadly foe, Say, will you have me, yae or no, And wed poor JacK the Sailor. Two hundred pounds left by your aunt, Three hundred more I'd give you ; But if you marry without consent, A farthing I wont leave you : Besides to marry she's too young, And Sailors have a flattering tongue, So from my presence quick begone If you wed that tarry Sailor. Says Jack, I don't regard that sum, My dear, I've gold in p l e n t y ; Believe me, Sir, I do not come T o court with pockets empty ; Five hundred guineas in bright gold, Upon the table there he told, And swept them in her apron fold, Take that and Jack your Sailor. Her father seeing his honest heart, That he behav'd so clever; Said, 'tis a pity you to part, You shall be join'd for ever : �4 As you so freely give your store, And you each other do adore, Now, take her, Jack, here's as much more, For you're a clever Sailor. Now messmates we've got safe to port, And I am happy married, I hope my lads we'll have some sport, And crown the day with claret ; My frigate she is rigged right, With silks and rings most gay & bright And I shall show to you this night I am a valiant Sailor. A W I F E O' MY AIN. FrAE Clyde to the banks o' sweet Earn, I've travel'd fu' mony lang mile, But thoughts o' my dearest lass Annie, The wearisome hours did beguile : T h e happy wae night that we parted, She vow'd she would constant remain My heart-strings a' dirl'd wi' fondness, I kiss'd, and kiss'd her again. �5 'Tis no, 'cause her cheeks are like roses, Nor yet for her dark rolling e'e ; 'Tis no for her sweet comely features, These charms are naething to me, The storms o' life may soon blast them, Or sickness make them fade away ; But virtue, when fix'd in the bosom, Will flourish and never decay. Nae langer I'll spend a' my siller, Nae langer I'll now lie my l a n e ; Nae langer I'll hunt after hizzies, I'll soon hae a wife o' my ain. For mony wild foot I ha'e wandered, And mony lang flight spent in vain, Wi' drinkin', an' dancin', an' courtin', But I'll soon ha'e a wife o' my ain. Her mither's ay flytin' and roarin', I rede you take tent o' that chiel ; He'll no be that canny to live wi', He'll ne'er be like douse Geordy Steel He's courted wi' o'er mony lasses, To slight them he thinks it gude fun, He'll mak' but a sober ha'f-marrow, Ye'll best rue before ye be bosnd. �6 Tho' Geordy be laird o' a housie, And brags o' his kye and his pelf, Tho' warld's gear I be right scant o', A fig for't as lang's I've my health : If ance I were kippel'd wi' Annie, She'll seldom ha'e cause to complain, We'll jog on thro' life aye right canny, When I get a wife o' my ain. But if that my Annie proves faithless, And marry before I return, I'll no, like a cuiff, greet about her, Nor yet for ae minute will mourn ; Awa straught to some ither beauty, Without loss o' time I will hie, And show to the lasses I'm careless, Unless they're as willing as I. MY L O V E L Y O W E N . THO' far beyond the mountains, That looks so distant here, T o fight his country's battles, Last May-day went my dear ; A h ! well shall I remember, With bitter sighs the d a y : �7 Why, Owen, did thou leave me, At home why did I stay ? Ah ! cruel was my father, Who did my love restrain ; And I was cruel hearted That did at home remain ; With thee, my love contented, I'd journey far away. Why, Owen, &c. To market, at Langollen, Each morning do I go ; But how to strike a bargain No longer do I know : My father chides at evening, My mother all the day. Why, Owen, &c. When thinking of my Owen, My eyes with tears they fill ; And then my mother chides me Because my wheel stands still; How can I think of spinning Whilst Owen's far away ? Why, Owen, &c. Oh ! could it please kind Heav'n To shield my love from harm, �8 To clasp him in my bosom Would every care disarm ; But, Oh ! I fear, far distant Will be that happy day. Why, Owen, &c. T H E SMILE AND TEAR. S A I D a smile to a tear, On the cheek of my dear, ( ete, wahr That beam'd like the sun in spring weai n sooth, love Tear, It strange must appear, That we should be both here together I come from the heart, A soft balm to impart, To yonder soft daughter of grief. And I, said the Smile, That heart to beguile, Since you gave the poor mourner relief, O h ! then said the Tear, Sweet smile, it is clear, We are twins & soft Pity's our mother; And how lovely that face, Which together we grace, For the woe and t h e bliss of another. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/da61ff98300db436ee4d6c7d2848f888.jpg 17ef931f06bc59fc214757c0b759d1ea 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 3196 Width 1772 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Sailor's Courtship a favourite Song, to which are added, I'll soon ha'e a Wife o' my ain. My Lovely Owen, and The Smile and the Tear. 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. I'll soon ha'e a Wife o' my ain. My Lovely Owen, The Smile and the Tear. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1822 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 #1 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Chapbooks - Scotland - Falkirk Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland <a title="http://www.nls.uk/" href="http://www.nls.uk/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://www.nls.uk/</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/bc46489e9069c431e7adefa37fe1414d.pdf 5ecc71819c9218d85f44a514446fe0b3 PDF Text Text SEVEN FAVOURITE SONGS. Blink bonniely, thou E'ening Star. The Despairing Goatherd. See the Moon o'er cloudless Jura. I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen. The Maid of Arundel. Sweet Evening Bells. Life let us cherish. NEWTON-STEWART: Printed for the Booksellers, by J. M ' N A I R N . �BLINK BONNIELY, T H O U E'ENING S T A R . Blink bonniely, thou e'ening Star, Thou tell'st me o' my tryst yestreen, But sweeter were the blinks o' love, That sparkled in twa smiling e'en. Beside the widely wimpling burn, Reflecting back thy golden beam, I woo'd my faithful Emma's heart, Hope long had nurs'd the flattering dream. Blink bonniely thou E'ening Star, Thou tell'st me o' my tryst yestreen? The witness of our faithful vows, Upon the sedgy banks sae green. Love ay will twine its bonnie bower, A fragrant bower for ever green, And days o' love and saft delight Will tell me o' my tryst yestreen. �6 The fickle maid is chang'd, Regardless of her vow. The fleeting joys of love, &c. LIEE L E T U S C H E R I S H . l i f e let us cherish while yet the taper glows, And the fresh flow'ret pluck 'ere it close, Why are we fond of toil and care ? Why choose the rankling thorn to wear? And heedless by the lily stray, Which blossoms in our way. When clouds obscure the atmosphere, And forked lightenings rend the air, The sun resumes his silver crest, And smiles adown the west. The genial seasons soon are o'er, The let us, e'er we quit this shore, Contentment Seek, it is our zest, Thesunshineofthebreast. �4 Soft dying on the breezy swell, That fans the shades of ArundeL SEE T H E M O O N O'ER C L O U D L E S S J U R A . See the moon o'er cloudless Jura Shining in the lake below; See the distant mountain towering Like a pyramid of snow. Scenes of grandeur—scenes of childhood— Scenes so dear to love and me! Let us rove by bower and wildwood; All is lovelier when, with thee. On Leman's breast the winds are sighing, All is silent in the grove, And the flowers with dew drops glistening, Sparkle like the eye of l o v e . Night so calm, so clear and cloudless; Blessed night to love and me ! Let us rove by bower and fountain, All is lonelier when with thee. �5 THE D E S P A I R I N G GOATHERD. The fleeting joys of love But one short moment last; In pains do constant prove, Till life's last moment's past. For Sylvia, cruel fair The pride of all the vale, I've left my goats, and kids, To stray o'er hill and dale: But she, ungrateful maid ! Heeds not thy tender sighs; My proffer'd love she scorns, And to another flies. The fleeting joys oflove,&c. The maiden oft would vow Her flame should ardent burn, While this pure stream should flow, My fondness she'd return : My passion's still the same, The water still does flow: ! �6 T H E M A I D OF A R U N D E L . Thou fairest of the fairest maids, In Arundel's embowering shades, When beauty smiles in all her charms, And love's delighted bosom warms. With her I woo each sylvan scene, Of fragrant bower and arbour green, While smiling hopes our cares dispel, W e bless the shades of Arundel. When twilight steals along the wold, And wandering shepherds leave the fold, To woo the bower the scented grove, Again my lovely Rosalie, With bounding heart I fly to thee, Love's dear and fond delights to tell, Amid the shades of Arundel. As wandering in the castle mound, Or moving I feel the festive round, the power of love divine, Bright beaming in those eyes of thine. And sweeten is thine artless tale, Than midnight song of Nightingale, �7 Away with every toil and care. And cease the rankling thorn to wear. With manful hearts life's conflict meet, Till death sounds the retreat. I GAED A WAEFU' G A T E YESTREEN. I gaed a waefu gate yestreen, A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue; I gat my death frae twa sweet een, Twa lovely een o' bonnie blue. 'Twas not her golden ringlets bright, Her lips like roses wat wi' dew. Her heaving bosom lily white, It was her een sae bonny blue. She talked she spiled, my heart she wiled, She charmed my soul, I wistna how ; And aye the stound, the deadly wound, Cam frae her een sae bonnie blue. But spare to speak, and spare to speed, Shell aiblins listen to my vow; �8 Should she refuse, I'll lay my dead To her twa een sae bonnie blue. S W E E T E V E N I N G BELLS. Sweet evening bells, sweet evening bells, How many a tale your music tells, Of youth and home, and that sweet time. When last I heard your soothing chime ! These joyous hours are past away. And many a heart that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more these evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone, Your evening chime will still ring on. And other bards shall wake these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/6575a923180154824ff5571409ee7eb3.jpg c1b39410d4e679863dcf9666f53afea6 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 3015 Width 1714 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 Seven Favourite Songs. Blink bonniely, thou E'ening Star. The Despairing Goatherd. See the Moon o'er cloudless Jura. I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen. The Maid of Arundel. Sweet Evening Bells. Life let us cherish. 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. Blink bonniely, thou E'ening Star. The Despairing Goatherd. See the Moon o'er cloudless Jura. I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen. The Maid of Arundel. Sweet Evening Bells. Life let us cherish. 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 #9 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image 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. National Library of Scotland <a title="http://www.nls.uk/" href="http://www.nls.uk/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://www.nls.uk/</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/c0cb8e132f936cb30f181f8f1902b71d.pdf ca92ff45ac0d571b465451e956ffd9bf PDF Text Text SEVEN EXCELLENT SONGS. FAIR ELIZA. HELEN'S TOMB. STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT. THE LAND O' THE LEAL. T O T H E EVENING STAR. THE BANKS OF N I T H . BONNIE DOON NEWTON-STEWART: PrINTED, AND SOLD WHOLESALE and RETAIL, BY J. M'NAIRN. �T H E L A N D O' T H E L E A L . I'm Like snaw when it's thaw, Jean, I'm wearing awa T o the land o' the leal. There's nae sorrow there, Jean, There's nae cauld nor care, Jean, The day is aye fair, In the land o' the leal. Y e were aye leal and true, Jean, Your task's ended now, Jean And I'll welcome you, T o the land o' the leal. Our bonny bairn's there, Jean, She was baith gude and fair, Jean, And we grudg'd her right sair T o the land o' the leal. wear �3 Then thy that tearfu' ee, Jean, M y soul langs to be free, Jean, And angels wait on me T o the land o' the leal. N o w , fare ye weel, my ain, Jean, This warld's care is vain, Jean, We'll meet, and aye be fain, In the land o' the leal. BONNIE DOON. YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, H o w can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; H o w can ye chant ye little birds. And I sae weary fu' o' care ! Thou'll break my heart thou warbling bird, That wantons thro' the flowering thorn : That minds me o' departed joys, Departed never to return. Oft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon, T o seee the rose and woodbine twine ; And ilka bird sang o' its luve, And, fondly, sae did I o' mine. �4 Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree ; And my fause lover stole my rose, But ah ! he left the thorn wi' me. T H E B A N K S OF N I T H . THE Thames flows proudly to the sea, Where royal cities stately stand ; But sweeter flows the Nith to me, Where Cummins ance had high command : When shall I see that honoured land, That winding stream I love so dear ! Must wayward fortune's adverse hand For ever, ever keep me here. H o w lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vale, Where spreading hawthorns gaily bloom ; H o w sweetly wind thy sloping dales. Where lambkins wanton thro' the broom! Tho' wandering, now, must he my doom, Far from thy bonnie banks and braes May there my latent hours consume, Amang the friends of early days ! �5 FAIR ELIZA. TURN again thou fair Eliza, A e kind blink before we part, Rew on thy despairing lover ! Canst thou break his faithfu heart: Turn again the fair Eliza ; If to love thy heart denies, For pity hide the cruel sentence, Under friendship's kind disguise Thee daar maid, hae I offended ? The offence is loving the : Canst thou wreck his peace for ever, W h a for thine would gladly die ! While the life beats in my bosom, Thou shalt mix in ilka throe : Turn again thou lovely maiden, A e sweet smile on me bestow. Not the bee upon the blossom, In the pride o' sinny noon ; Not the little sporting fairy, All beneath the simmer moon ; ! �6 Not the poet in the moment Fancy lightens on his e'e, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture That thy presence gies to me. STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT. Thickest night o'erhans my duelling ! Howling tempests o'er me rave Turbid tonents, wintry swelling, Still surround my lonely cave ! Crystal streamlets gently flowing, Busy haunts of base mankind, Western breezes softly blowing, Suit not my distracted mind. In the cause of right engaged, Wrongs injurious to redress, Honours war we strongly waged, But the heavens deny'd success. Ruin's wheel has driven o'er us, Not a hope that dare attend, The wide world is all before u s — But a world without friend. ! �7 TO THE EVENING STAR. Star, that bringest home the bee, And sett'st the weary labrour free ! If any star shed peace, 'tis thou. Thats e r d ' s tfrom above, Appearing when Heaven's breath and brow Are sweet as her's we love. Come to the luxuriant skies, Whilst the landscaped odours rise, Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard, And songs, when toil is done, From cottages whose smoke unstirr'd Curls yellow in the sun. Star of love's soft interviews, Parted lovers on thee muse ; Their remembrancer in heaven Of thrilling vows thou art, T o o delicious to be riven By absence from the heart. �HELEN'S TOMB. A t morn a clew bathed rose I past, All lovely on its native stalk, Unmindful of the noon day blast, That strew'd it on my evening walk. So, when the morn of life awoke, M y hopes sat bright on fancy's bloom, Forgetful of the death-aimed stroke, That laid them in my Helen's tomb. Watch there my hopes ! watch Helen sleep, Nor more with sweet-lipped Fancy rave, But with the long grass sigh, and weep At dewy eve by Helen's grave. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/7bc31b5ef9f97cdddcd45e80606ff2c9.jpg b149752e6416f2613fff0bb493b1d8d1 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 [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 #34 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image on the titlte-page. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks--Scotland--Newton-Stewart Songs Ballads Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <a title="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</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/d740d171fe0226023c4cac9bac9acf9b.jpg d2bf86ffed90e58abfc1669cce26e970 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 3426 Width 1890 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut on title-page portraying a girl holding a flower standing between two pillars with flowers in vases on top. Large house in the background https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/87ce8154b113c2438b5f4b399cda58d7.pdf d447397d5e9b6be4cb997324306ba0ab PDF Text Text Seven Excellent SONGS. The year that's awa. Blue Bonnets over the Border. The Laird o' Cockpen. Jock o' Hazeldean. Pity and protect the Slave. Hurrah for the bonnets of blue. Here's a health to all good lasses—A Glee. NEWTON-STEWART : Printed and Sold, Wholesale and Retail, BY J. M ' N A I R N . �THE YEAR THAT'S AWA. Oh ! here's to the year that's awa, We'll drink it in strong and in sma ; And here's to the bonnie young lassie we loe'd, While swift flew the year that's awa. And here's to the, &c. And here's to the soldier wha bled, To the sailor wha bravely did fa' ; Their fame is alive tho' their spirits are fled On the wings of the year that's awa. Their fame is alive, &c. And here's to the friend we can trust. When the storms of adversity blaw ; May he join in our song, and lie nearest our heart, Nor depart like the year that's awa. May he join in, &c. BLUE BONNETS OVER THE BORDER March, march, Ettrick and Tivotdale : Why, my lads, dinna ye march forward in order ? March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale ; All the blue bonnets are over the border, �3 Many a banner spread, Flutters above your head, Many a crest that is famous in story ; Mount and make ready then, Sons of the mountain glen, [glory. Fight for your Queen and your old Scotish Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing ; Come from the glen of the buck and the roe ; Come to the craig where the beacon is blazing ; Come with the buckler the lance and the bow. Trumpets are sounding, War-steeds are bounding;--[order, Stand to your arms and march in good orEngland shall many a day Tell of the bloody fray, When the blue bonnets came over the border. T H E LAIRD O' COCKPEN. The Laird o' Cockpen he's proud and he's great ; His mind is taen up wi' things o' the state. �4 He wanted a wife his braw house to keep, But favour wi wooin' was fashous to seek. Doun by the dyke-side a lady did dwell, At his table-head he thought she'd look well M'Clish's ae dochter o' Claverseha Lee, A pennyless lass, wi a lang pedigree. His wig was weel pouthered, as guid as when new, His waistcoat was white, his coat It was blue, He put on a ring, a sword and cocked hat, And wha could refuse the Laird wi a that? He took the gray mare and rade cannily ; An' rapped at the yett o' Claverseha Lee, " G a e tell Mistress Jean to come speedly ben ; She's wanted to speak to the Laird o' Cockpen." Mistress Jean was makin' the elder-flower wine— "An' what brings the Laird at sic a like time ?" She pat aff her apron an' on her silk gown, Her mutch wi' red ribbons an' gaed awa down. �5 An' when she came ben he boued fu' low ; An' what was his errand he soon let her know. Amazed was the Laird, when the lady said—"Na !" An' wi a laigh courtly she turned awa. Dumfundered he was—but nae sigh did he gie ; He mounted his mare and rade cannily : An' aften he thocht as he gaed through the glen, "She's daft to refuse the Laird o' Cockpen." Near to the house amang the lang trees, There did he meet sweet Jeanie Greenlees. She sits at his table like a white tappet hen. — Thus ended the courtships o' the Laird o' Cockpen. JOCK O' HAZELDEAN. "Whyweep ye by the tide lady ? Why weep ye by the tide ? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sall be his bride. �6 And ye sall be his bride, lady, Sae comely to be seen:" — But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock o' Hazeldean. "Now let this wilful grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale ; Young Frank is chief of Errington, And Lord of Langley dale. His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen:" — But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock o' Hazeldean. "A chain of gold ye sall not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair, Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair. And you the foremost o' them a' Shall ride our forest queen:"--But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock o' Hazeldean. The kirk was decked at morning tide The tapers glimmered fair— The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, And dame and knight are there. They sought her both by bower and ha'-— The lady was not seen :— She's o'er the border and awa Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean. �7 PITY AND PROTECT THE SLAVE Sons of freedom ! hear my story, Mercy well becomes the brave, Humanity is Britain's glory — Pity and protect the slave ! Free-born daughters ! who possessing Eyes that conquer, hearts that save, Greet me with a sister's blessing— Oh ! pity and protect the slave ! HURRAH FOR THE BONNETS OF BLUE. Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa, And wha winna wish guid luck to our cause, May never guid luck be their fa'. It's guid to be merry and wise, It's guid to be honest and true, It's guid to support Caledonia's cause, And bide by the bonnets of blue. Hurrah for the bonnets of blue, Hurrah for the bonnets of blue. It's guid to support Caledonia's cause, And bide by the bonnets of blue. �8 Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to Charlie the chief o' the clan, Although that his band be sae sma'. Here's freedom to them that would read, Here's freedom to them that would write, There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should be heard, But they whom the truth wad indite. Hurrah for the bonnets of blue, Hurrah for the bonnets of blue, It's guid to be wise, to be honest and true, And bide by the bonnets of blue. HERE'S A HEALTH TO ALL GOOD LASSES. A Glee Heres' a health to all good lasses, Pledge it merrily fill your glasses, Let a bumper toast go round ! May they lead a life of pleasure, Without mixture, without measure, For with them true joys are found. � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 005: Title-page illustration in a single-ruled rectangular border of a girl holding a flower standing between two pillars in an outdoor scene. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Seven Excellent Songs. The year that's awa. Blue Bonnets over the Border. The Laird o 'Cockpen. Jock o' Hazeldean. Pity and protect the Slave. Hurrah for the bonnets of blue. Here's a health to all good lasses-A Glee. 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 year that's awa. Blue Bonnets over the Border. The Laird o 'Cockpen. Jock o' Hazeldean. Pity and protect the Slave. Hurrah for the bonnets of blue. Here's a health to all good lasses-A Glee 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 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 #65 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <a title="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a> Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks -- Scotland -- Newton Stewart Supernatural Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Newton-Stewart: J. McNairn Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Description An account of the resource Woodcut #05: Illustration on title-page of a girl holding a flower standing between two pillars in an outdoor scene. # of Woodcuts: 1 Architecture: gate Architecture: house 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/0977280aa37df45a20b2fd87f9c063f1.pdf 6a2df9d035265f57cc9faa23dd95f3ee PDF Text Text Seven Favourite SONGS. A Scots Sang. The Song of the Olden Time, Candran Side. Roy's Wife. The bonnie wee Wife. Tweedside. Rule Britannia. NEWTON-STEWART: Printed and Sold, Wholesale aND Retail, by J. M'Nairn. �A SCOTS SANG. I ha'e lost my love, an' I dinna ken how, I hae lost my love, an' I carena ; For laith will I be just to ly down and dee, And to sit down and greet wad be bairnly, But a screed o' ill nature I canna weel help, At having been guidit unfairly ; An' weel wad I like to gi'e women a skelp, An' yerk their sweet haffets fu' yarely. O ! plague on the limmers, sae sly and demure, As pauky as de'ils wi' their smiling ; As fickle as winter, in sunshine and shower, The hearts of a mankind beguiling ; As sour as December, as, soothing as May, To suit their ain ends never doubt them ; Their ill fauts I couldna tell ower in a day, But their beauty's the warst thing about them ! Ay, that's what sets, up the hale warld in a lowe— Makes kingdoms to rise and expire ; Man's might is nae mair than a flaughten o' tow, Opposed to a bleeze o' reid fire ! �3 ' T w a s woman at first made creation to bend And of nature's prime lord made the pillow! An' 'tis her that will bring this ill warld to an end— An' that will be seen and heard tell o ' ! THE SONG OF THE OLDEN TIME. There's a song of the olden time, Falling sad o'er the ear, Like the dream of some village chime. Which in youth we loved to hear. And even amidst the grand and gay, When music tries her gentlest art, I never hear so sweet a lay, Or one that hangs so round my heart. As that song of the olden time, Falling sad o'er the ear, Like the dream of some village chime, Which in youth we loved to hear. And when all of this lifeisg o n e - - Even the hope lingering now, Like the last of the leaves left on Autumn's sear and faded bough — 'Twill seem as still those friends were near Who loved me in youth's early day, �If in that partinghourIhear The samesweetnotes---anddieaway To that song of the olden time BreathedlikeHope'sfarewellstrain, To say in some brighter clime Life and youth will shine again. CANDRAN SIDE. I like to gang by Candran side, For Johnnie meets me there. Fain would I be my Johnnie's bride ? This wish is a' my care: But that I darena tell the l a d - - He would think me owre fain ; For mither frets and dadie threats If I but name't to them. Whene'er I cross the door at e'en, There's fifty things to do,— The ewes to blight, the cogs to clean, The ale to warm or brew. A' wark is mine since Johnne came; And sneered at ilka turn: Sare, They're happiest whenIm o u r n . sare I mane, yet a' in vain, �5 Yestreen he passed attrystin'time, Then out to him I flew; He tauld me that his heart was mine, And I am sure 'tis true, Sae I'll be true to ilka vow, Let mither flyte or fling ; In Johnnie's ha' ere beltin blaw, I'llwearthe bridal ring. ROY'S w i f e . Roy's wife of Aldivalloch;, Roy's wife of Aldivalloch, Wat ye how she cheated me As I came o'er the braes of Balloch! She vow'd, she swore she wad be mine ; She said she lo'ed. me best of onie ; But ah ! the fickle faithless quean, She's ta'en the carle and left her Johnie. Roy'swife,&c. Oh!she was a cantie quean, [walloch ; Weel could she dance the Highland walHow happy I, had she been mine, Or I'd been Roy of Aldivalloch! Roy's wife, &c. �6 Herhair'ssaefair,hereen'ssaeclear, Her wee bit mou's sae sweet and bonnie, To me she ever will be dear, Though she's for ever left her Johnie. Roy's wife &c. T H E BONNIE W E E WIFE. She is a winsome Wee thing, She is a handsome we thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine. I never saw a fairer, i never lo'ed a dearer, And neist my heart I'll wear her, For fear my jewel tine. She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee Wife o' mine, The warld's wrack we share o't, The warstle and the pare o't. Wi' her I'll blythley bear it, And think my lot divine. �7 TWEEDSIDE. What beauties does Flora disclose ! How sweet are her smiles upon Tweed! Yet Mary still sweeter than those ; Both nature and fancy exceed, No daisy, nor sweet blushing rose, Not all the gay flowers of the field, Not Tweed gliding gently through those, Such beauty and pleasure does yield. The warblers are heard in the grove, The linnet, the lark and the thrush, The blackbird and sweet cooing dove, With music enchant every bush. Come let us go forth to the mead, Let us see how the primroses spring ; We'll lodge in some village an Tweed, And love while the feather'd folks sing. How does my love pass the long day ? Does Mary not tend a few sheep ? Do they never carelessly stray, While happily she lies asleep ? Tweed's murmurs should lull her to rest? Kind nature indulging my bliss, To ease the soft pain of my breast, I'd steal an ambrosial kiss. �8 'Tis she does the virgins excel ; No beauty with her may compare ; Love's graces around her do dwell She's fairest where thousands are fair. Say, charmer, where do thy flocks stray? Oh ! tell me at noon where they feed ; Shall I seek them on sweet, winding Tay, Or pleasanter banks of the Tweed ! R U L E BRITANNIA. When Britan first at heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain :— Rule, Britannia, Britannia, rule the Britons never shall be slaves. T h e Muses, still with freedom found, Shall to the happy coasts repair. Blestisle!with matchless beauties crowned And manly hearts to guard thy fair. Rule, Britannia, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never shall be slaves. ; � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ea59eecbcc83b51b248ae1c798a24c02.jpg 8b7873d53512487f2ce8db0efb8b9f98 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 1837 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 Seven Favourite Songs. A Scots Sang. The Song of the Olden Time. Candran Side. Roy's Wife. The bonnie wee Wife. Tweedside. Rule Britannia. 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. A Scots Sang. The Song of the Olden Time. Candran Side. Roy's Wife. The bonnie wee Wife. Tweedside. Rule Britannia. 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 #53 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of three men trying to rescue a another man falling out of a tree on the title-page. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <a title="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a> National Library of Scotland <a title="http://www.nls.uk/" href="http://www.nls.uk/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://www.nls.uk/</a> 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 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For higher quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Newton-Stewart: Printed and sold wholesale and retail by J. McNairn https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/de6c55515960d4832b54ce8e3331f4fa.pdf a8e75c1b8173676f578bd6c6e7002544 PDF Text Text S SONGS: E V E N POPULAR Viz. THIS NIGHT THE HEATH, &c. MARY's DREAM. T H E L A S T R O S E OF SUMMER. LASS GIN YE LOe ME TEll ME NOW, AND WE'RE A NODDIN. ROY'S WIFE. THE M E E T I N G O F T H E W A T E R S . Falkirk—-Printed in the year 1826, �2 LOVEandthee,Mary. The heath this night must be my bed, The brachen curtain for my head, Mylulabyythe warders tread, Far, far, from loveandtheMary. To-morrow eve, more stilly laid, My couch may be my bloody plaid, My vesper song, thy wail sweet maid! It will not waken me Mary. Imaynot,darenot,fancy now The grief that clouds thy lovely I row, I dare not think upon thy vow, And all it promisedMEMary. No fond regret must Norman know, When bursts Clan-alpine on the foe, His heart must be like bended bow, His foot like arrow free Mary, A time will come with feeling fraught, For if I full in battle fought, Thy haples lover's dying thought, Shall Be a thought on the Mary. And if returned from conquered foes, How blythly will the evening close, my young bride and me Mary. How sweet the linnet sing repose, To �There is not in this wide world a valey so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the Bright waters meet. Oh ! tho last rays of feeling and life must depart. Ere the bloom of that valey shall fade from my (heart ? Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene, Her purest of crystal and brighest of green; Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh! no—it was somethingm o r eexquisitestill, Twas that friends the beloved of my bosom were near, (dear, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When weseethem reflect'd from looks that we love Sweet vale of ovcea ! 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 seall cease, AndONhearts like thy waters be mingled in peace �4 Roy's Wife. AsIcam'o'erthebraeso'Balloch. She vow'd, she swore she was be mine, She said she loe'd me best of ony; Butah!thesaucyficklequean, Roy's wife, &c. Her hair saefairhere'ensaeclear, Her wee bit mou sae sweet and bonnie, Tomesheeverwillbedear, Thoshe'sforeverleftherJohnie; Roy's wife, &c. But Oshewasacantyquean, An' weel could dance the highland lloch How happy I had she been mine, OrI'dbeenRoyofAlnivalloch Roy's wife, &c. Roy's Wife of Aldivalloc Roy's Wife of Aldivalloc Wat ye how she cheate �MARY'S DREAM. Themoonhadclim'dthehighesthill, That rises o'er the source of Lee, And thoughts eastern summitsleep When Mary laid her down to sea; Her from the on Sandy far at shed, 'O! Mary weep no more for me.' She from her pillow gently raised, Her head to ask who theremightbe, And saw young Sandy thiv'ring stand, With pallidcheekandhollowe'e, So, Mary dear cold is my clay, It lies beneath a stormy sea. far, far, from thee I sleep in death. So, Mary weep no more for me. Three stormy nights and stormy days. We toss'd upon the raging main. And long we strove our bark to save, Butallourstrivingwasinvain. Even then, when horror chill'd my blood, My heart was filled with love for thee: The storm is past and I at rest, So, Mary weep no more for me. When soft and low a voice �Omaidendear!thyselfprepare, We soon shall meet upon that shore, Where love is free from doubt or care, AndthenandIshallpartnomore, Lud crow'd the cock the shadow find, ' NomoreofSandycouldiesee, But soft the passing spirit said, "O Mary! weep no more for me." THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER. 'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone, All her lovely companions are faded and gone Noflowerofherkindrednorose-budisnigh, Toreflectbackherblushesorgivesighfor sigh. I'll not leave thee thou lone one to pine on the stem, (with them Since the lovely are sleeping— go sleep thou Thus kindly I'll scatter thyleaveso'er the bed Where thy mates of the gardes lie scentless and dead, So soon may Ifollowwhenfriendshipsdecay, And from loev'sshiningcirclethegems drop away, �When true hearts lie withr'd and fond ones are flown, O who would inhabit this bleak world alone. I'haelaidaherrin'insant, Lass gin ye loe me tell me now, I hae brew'daforpeto'maut, And I canna come ilka day to woo. Ihaeacalfwillsoonbeacow, Lass, gin ye loe me tell me now, Ihaeapicwillsoonbeasow, And I canna come ilka day to woo. I've a house on yonder muir, Lass gin ye loe me tell me now, Threesparrowsmaydanceonthefloor. < And Icannacomeilkadaytowoo, IhaeahutandIhaeabon, Lass gin ye loe me tak me now, I hae three chickens and a fat hen, And I canna comeonymairtowoo. I've a hen wi' a hapity leg, Lass gin ye loe me tell me now, Which ilka day lays me an egg, And I dinna comeilkadaytowoo. �I hae a kebbuck upon the shed, I downa eat it a myself, And I winna come ony mair to woo. And We're a Noddin. And we're anoddin,nidnidnoddin, And we're anoddinatourhouseathame. Whenthedame'sawa'tisthetimetowoo, For the ladslikelassesandlassesladstoo, Katesitsintheneukwiherladdiesaetrue, And the carle take ye a' for yer'e a noddin too, And we're a'noddin,&c. Andhowdy'ekimmerandhowd'yethrive? How many bairns hae ye? quo kimmer I hae five, And are they aathame?Ona,na,na. Fortawo'themareganewi'Williefarawa', And we're a' noddin, &c. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/56f7b37f41ef1dbd5d17b9f7c19b43ef.jpg ff1bbe6f729cb9765d00722ff497ed38 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 1715 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 Seven Popular Songs: Viz. This Night the Heath, &amp;c Mary's Dream. The Last Rose of Summer. Lass Gin Ye Loe Me Tell Me Now. And We're a Noddin. Roy's Wife. The Meeting of the Waters. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1826 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134473505154">s0100b01</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. This Night the Heath, Mary's Dream. The Last Rose of Summer. Lass Gin Ye Loe Me Tell Me Now. And We're a Noddin. Roy's Wife. The Meeting of the Waters. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a man with a hat standing on hill on the title-page. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Falkirk Songs Ballads Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. 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Tayloiyl82S. �LISTEN TO THE VOICE OF LOVE. © rjf-thx, lik.fi-ri to the voica of lovp, iWfatis me Daphne to tl)<6 .grave : The primrose sweet bedecks th4 iVdv, The. t«nefiil'birds mVirtTtd rote/; To softcr joys .let spjeudotif yield, O' listen, listen to the voice of love. Where flowers their b!odiM%' sweets exhajef My Daphne fondly let us stray? Wkere whispVing love breaths forth bis tal% And shepherds sirig their artless lay: 0 listen, listen to the voice of love, He calls me Daphne to the grove, Coine 'share"witK me the sweets of s pring Aiu* leave the town's tumultuous noit-e; The happy swains all cheerful sing, And echo still repeats their joys ; Then liken, listen to the voice of "%ve, He calls me Daphne U the grove. > LB ADER-ll AUGHS AND YARROW, The morn was lair salt was the asr, All nature's sweets, were springing * buds did bow with silver dew, Tea .thousand birds were smghig - �Wken O the bent with blythe content; R Young Jamie sang his marrow, Nae bonnier lass e're trod the grass, On L^ader-haughs and Yarrow, lh*w sweet her face, where every, grase In heav'nly beauty's pruned & Her smiling een, and comely roein, That nae per lection wanted. Ill never fret, nor ban my fate, " But bless my bomkie raaiTow; , If her dear simile my doubts beguile, Mv mind shall ken nae sorrow. Yet though she's fair, and has full fchar* 0f every charm enchanting. Each good tun s ill, andrsoou will kill Poor me,if'love be wanting O bonny lass! have but the grace v To liiiiik ere ye gae further, Your joys maunflifc,if you commit The crying sin of murder. My wand'ring gaist will ne'er gefrestj And day and night affright yet But if ye re kind. with joy 1 til miruh I M study to delight ve. l O ur year ^ around with love thus crowm^, From all things joy shall borrow; Thus noaie shall be more blestiBan we, Da Legder-ittr.gh« kvti Yarrow, �Loaf* ersqpfal&'mgSower thine 'aid, Unveil the liases blushing- shah And gjve them sweet delist delight, Arid rive them sweet dclmfet TO CIILOE. O lovelyffi&K-,how dear thy power, At mice ! love, at onfce adore ; "With.wonder are mv thoughts potest, . While softest'love inspires my breast, Thlv tendefclook, these eyes of mine, Confess their am'rous master thine; These eyes with Strephoirs passion play, First make me love and then betray. Yes, charming victor, 1 am thine* Poor as it is, this heart of mine Was never to another's pow'r, Was never piere'd by love before. In thee I've treasur'd up my joy, Thou can's* give bliss, or bliss destroy; uind thus I've bound myself to love, While bliss, or misery, can move. O ! should I ne'er possess tliy cliams, Ne'er meet my eomibrt in thy a m i , �Lean ereiyfoldingflowerthine aid, UnveE 1 the liases blushing sha<fe And give them sweet delight delight, Arid give thera sweet delight TO CHLOE. O lovely mas-, how dear thypower, At mice ! love, at onfce adore; With, wonder are my thoughts posset, While softest love inspires my breast, TIIIK tender look, these eyes of mine, Confess tlieir am crous master thine; 111 eee eyes with Strephoirs passion play, First make me love and then betray. Yes, charming victor, 1 am thine, Poor as it is* this heart of mine Was never to another's pow'r, Was never piire'd by love before. In thee Tve treasur'd up my joy, Thou can's* give bliss, or bliss destroy; Jfod thus I've bound myself to love, While bliss, or misery, can move. O ! should I ne*er possess thy charms, Ne'er meet my eeraiort in thy a m i , �O meihH tlnnksTmy love o' my beauty, Acdmeude'thinks my love o' my'J:in, But little thinks my love, I ken brawly, Mv tocher's the jew*" tfiat lias charms for him It's a for:the apple hevl nourish the tree, lt>s a for the honey he'd cherish the bee, My laddie's sae meiklein love wi the tochbr Ife canna hae love to spare to me. Your proffer o' love's an airle penny. My 'tocher's the bargain ye wad buy, But gin ye be crafty I am eunnm, '$ae- ye wiani tlier your fortune maun fry, ; Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotton woad, Ye're 1 ike to the bark o' yon rotten tree, Ye'H'slip frae me like a knotless thread, And yell crack your credit wi' mas than mi HAD I A CAVE. ©h had l a cave on some wild distant shore, Where the winds howl to the waves dashing There would I weep my woes, £i*oar There seek my lost repose, ,i Till grief my eyes should close, Ne'er to wake more. �Fakes t o f woman kind, canst thou declare, AH thy fond vows, fleeting as air, To thy new lover hie, Laugh o'er thy perjury, Then m thy bosom try, What peace Is there. MAGGY LAUDER. Wha wi^l na be in love, * Wi' bonny Maggy Lauder,, A piper met her gmm tr fife. And spier'd what wast they ett'd^lm* li^ht scornfully she answered fam Begoue yeu hallansh&ker, Jog on your gate, you bladders fete My name is Maggy Lauder. Maggy quoth he ami by my bags, Fm fklgihg fain to see the : S5t down fey me'my bonny bird* In throth I \nnr.& steer £ W For I'm a pip-.' to my trade, My name is .Rob the Ranter, ^ The lasses loup as they were &art. When I blaw up my chanter. Piper trioth Meg hae you you r bag%. Or is your drone in ^rder, �8 If you be Eol> Fve hmvxi of yon, LIT a you upon the border, Tha lasses a' baith far. ^nd near. Have -beard of Rob the Ranter, III shake my foot wi' right gwtoiffili, Gif you'll blaw up your chants. Then to his bags he flew wi' About the drone he twisted, Meg up and VvalJop'd oer the green,, For brawly could she frisk it. Weel done quoth lie play up q troth 4he, Weel bob'd quoth Hob tke Renter, ?Tis worth my while to play indeed, When I hae sic a dancer. Weel hae you play'd your part <p*&th Your cheeks are like the crimson, There's sane in Scotland plays sjas iTiBfeh Since we lost flabby Simpson. I've lived in Fife baith maid and wife, These ten years and a qrarter, ©in you should ocme to A uster 'fair, Speer ye for Maggy I^atoter, � 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 Seven Popular Songs; Viz. Listen to the Voice Of Love, Leader Haughs and Yarrow. Happy Pair A Duet. The Morning fresh. To Chloe. Had I a cave. and Maggy Lauder. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1825 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134473505154">s0100b01</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. 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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 Sir Neil, and Glengyle. The Highland Cheftains. To which is added Unfortunate Miss Bailey! Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1825 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134473505154">s0100b01</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Unfortunate Miss Bailey! Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a wolf on the title-page. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. 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