39 10 639 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a99931a33e35d10acb1f6a7d11f65271.pdf 845a4cca13f906e27bee41de3a1c3c4e PDF Text Text THE Duke of Gordon's Three Daughters, To WHICH ARE ADDED, Mary I believ'd thee true, AND Prince Charlie. FALKIRK: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. �The Duke of Gordon's Daughters. The Duke of Gordon had three daughters, Elizabeth, Margaret and Jean : T h e y would not stay in bonny Castle Gordon, But they went away to bonny Aberdeen. They had not been in bonny Aberdeen A twelvemonth and a day, Till Jean fell in love with Captain Ogilvie, And away with him went she. Word came to the Duke of Gordon, In the chamber where he lay, How lady Jean fell in love with a captain, And from him she would not stay, G o saddle me the black horse, he cry'd, M y servant shall ride on the grey, And I will g o to bonny Aberdeen Forwith to bring her away. They were not a mile from Aberdeen, A mile but only one, Till he met with his two daughters, But away was lady Jean. O where is your sister maidens ? Where is your sister now : O where is your sister, maidens, That she's not walking with you ; O pardon us honoured father ! O pardon us they did say : Lady Jean is with Captain Ogilvie, And from him she will not stay. �When he came to bonny Aberdeen, And down upon the green, There he did see Captain Ogilvie, A training o f his men. O woe be to the Captain Ogilvie ! And an ill death thou shalt die. For taking to thee my daughter, High hanged shalt thou be. The D u k e o f Gordon wrote a broad letter, And sent it to the king, T o cause him hang brave Captain Ogilvie, I f e'er he caused hang any man. No I will not hang Captain Ogilvie, For any offence that I see. But I'll cause him to put off the scarlet, And put on the single livery. Now word came to Captain Ogilvie, In the chamber where he lay, T o strip off the gold and scarlet, And put on the single livery. If this be for bonny Jeannie Gordon, This penance I'll tak wi', If this be for bonny Jeannie Gordon, All this and more I'll dree. Lady Jean had not been married A year but only three, Till she had a babe in every arm, And another on her knee. O but I'm weary weary wandering ! �O but my fortune, is bad, It sets not the Duke of Gordon's daughter T o follow a soldier lad. O hold your tongue, bonny Jean Gordon, O hold thy tongue my lamb, For once I was a noble captain, N o w for thy sake a single man. O high was the hills and the mountains, Cold was the frost and the snow ; Lady Jean's shoes were all torn, N o farther could she go. O if I were in glens of Foudlen, Where hunting I have been, I could go to bonny castle Gordon, Without either stockings or sheen. O hold your tongue bonny Jeanie Gordon, O hold your tongue my dew; I've but one half-crown in the world, I'll buy hose and shoon to you. When she came to bonny Castle Gordon, And coming over the green, The Porter cried out, with a loud voice, Yonder comes our lady Jean. You are welcome bonnyJeanieGordon, You are dearly welcome to me, You are welcome, dearJeanieGordon, But awaywithyourOgilvie. Now over the seas went the Captain, As a soldier under c o m m a n d ; �5 But a messenger soon followed after, Which caused a countermand. Come home now, pretty Captain Ogilvie, To enjoy your brother's land ; Come home now, pretty Captain Ogilvie, You're the heir of Northumberland. O what does this mean ? says the Captain, Where's my brother's land ; Come home now, pretty Captain Ogilvie, Your the heir of Northumberland. O what does this mean ? says the Captain, Where's my brother's children three ? O they are all dead and buried, The lands are all ready for thee. Then hoist up your sails, brave Captain, And let's be jovial and free; I'll go home and have my estate, And then my dear Jeanie I'll see. He soon came tobonnyCastleGordon, And then at the gate stood h e ; The Porter cry'd out with a loud shout, Here comes Captain Ogilvie ! You're welcome pretty Captain Ogilvie, Your fortune's advanced I hear, No stranger can come to my gates, That I do love so dear. Sir the last time I was at your gate You wouldnotletmein; I am come for my wife and children, �6 No friendship else I claim. Then she came tripping down the stair, With the tear into her ee, One babe she had at every foot, Another upon her knee. You're welcome, bonny Jean Gordon, You're dearly welcome to me, You're welcome bonny Jean Gordon, Countess of Northumberland to be. Now the Captain came off with his lady, And his sweet babies three, Saying, I'm as good blood by descent, Tho' the great Duke o f Gordon you be. Prince Charlie. When Charlie first came to the North, With the manly looks of a Highland laddie, Moved every true Scottish heart to warm, To guard the lad wi' the tartan plaidie. Love, farewell,—friends, farewell, T o guard my king, I'll bid all farewell. When king Geordy heard o f this, That he'd gane North to heir his dadie, He sent Sir John Cope to the North, For to catch him in his tartan plaidie. But when Cope come to Inverness, They told him he was south already : �7 I must like a lion conquer all, By virtue of the tartan plaidie. When they came to Aberdeen, The English fleet was lying ready To carry them over to Edinburgh town, If they'd catch the lad wi' the tartan plaidie. On Prestonpans he formed his clans, Where many a baby lost its dadie, Our noble Prince stood on the front, And wasna ashamed to shew the plaidie. Sir John Cope address'd his men, Saying, if you'll be both stern and steady, Thirty thousand pounds you'll have To catch the lad wi' the tartan plaidie. Then our noble Prince address'd his men, Saying, if you'll both stern and steady, I'll set you down in this kingdom free, If you fight with me for to keep the plaidie. The Duke of Perth was on his right, The bold Monro and the brave Glengary From the Isle o f Sky the brave Lochiel, Maclarens bold and brave Macredy. On Prestonpans he formed his clans, Regarding neither son nor dadie; Like the wind of the sky they made them fly, With every shake of the tartan plaidie. A painted room and a silken bed, Will hardly please a German lairdie, But a far better prince than ere he was Lay amang the heather in his tartan plaidie. �8 Mary, I Believed thee True. MARY I And I But now A girl believ'd thee true. was blest in thus believing, I mourn that e'er I know, so fair and so deceiving, Few have ever lov'd like me Oh ! I have lov'd thee too sincerely; And few have e'er deceiv'd like thee, Alas ! deceived me too severely ; Fare thee w e l l ! — y e t think a while. On one, whose bosom bleeds to doubt thee— W h o now would rather trust than smile, And die with thee than live without thee. Fare thee w e l l ! — I'll think on thee! Thou leav'st me many a bitter token, For see, distracting woman ! see. M y peace is gone, my heart is broken. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/09491b57f3c147dc97688335e58d356b.jpg 703333e64f0ea293b0bd58cd1c433a07 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3072 Width 1772 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/. 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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 The Duke of Gordon's Three Daughters, To which are added, Mary I believ'd thee true, and Prince Charlie. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134473505154">s0100b01</a> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #18 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. 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University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <a href="University%20of%20Glasgow%20Union%20Catalogue%20of%20Scottish%20Chapbooks%20%20http%3A//special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For higher quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Falkirk: Printed for the Booksellers Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource Jacobites War Courtship and Marriage Charles Edward, Prince, grandson of James II, King of England, 1720-1788 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: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Genre: battles/war Chapbook Publisher - Falkirk: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): bonnet (military) Fashion (Clothing): coat Fashion (Clothing): feather bonnet Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire Fashion (Clothing): jacket Fashion (Clothing): kilt Fashion (Clothing): knee breeches Fashion (Clothing): military Fashion (Clothing): sporran Fashion (Clothing): upper class Gender: man/men Musical Instruments: bagpipe(s) Musical Instruments: drum(s) Outdoor Scene Weapons: sword(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/cdd0edad42211b9edad66bcd811797a1.pdf 32d970981227a76321516ef23246f649 PDF Text Text THE DUKE 0F GORDON'S THREE DAUGHTERS; T O WHICH ARE ADDED, JEM OF ABERDEEN; AND THE BONNY HOUSE O' AIRLY. PRINTED FOR T H E BOOKSELLERS. �DUKE OF GORDON'S D A U G H T E R S . The Duke of Gordon had three daughters, Elizabeth, Margaret, and Jean ; They would not stay in bonny Castle Gordon, But they went away to bonny Aberdeen. They had not been in bonny Aberdeen, A twelvemonth and a day, Till Jean fell in love with Captain Ogilvie, And away with him went she. Word came to the Duke of Gordon, In the chamber where he lay, How lady Jean fell in love with a Captain, And from him she would not stay. Go saddle me the black horse, he cried, My servant shall ride on the grey, And I'll go to bonny Aberdeen, Forthwith to bring her away. They were not a mile from bonny Aberdeen, A mile but only one, Till he met with his two daughters, But away was lady Jean. O where is your sister, maidens ? Where is your sister, now; O where is your sister, maidens, That she's not walking with you ? �3 O pardon us honoured father! O pardon they did say: Lady Jean is with Captain Ogilvie, And from him she will not stay. When he came to bonny Aberdeen, And down upon the green, There he did see Captain Oglivie, A training of his men, O woe be to thee Captain Ogilvie! An ill death shalt thou die, For taking to thee my daughter, High hanged thou shalt be. The Duke of Gordon wrote a broad letter And sent to the king, To cause him hang brave Captain Ogilvie, If ere he caused hang any man. No I will not hang Captain Ogilvie, For any offence that I see, But I'll cause him to put off the scarlet And put on the single livery. Now word came to Captain Ogilvie, In the chamber where he lay, To strip off the gold and scarlet, And put on the single livery If this be for bonny Jeannie Gordon, This penance I'll take wi', If this be for bonny Jeannie Gordon, All this and more I'll dree. �4 Lady Jean had not been married, A year but only three, Till she had a babe in every arm, And another on her knee. O but I'm weary wandering! O but my fortune is bad, It sets not the Duke of Gordon's daughter, To follow a soldier lad. O hold your tongue, bonny Jean Gordon, O hold your tongue my lamb, For once I was a noble captain, Now for thy sake a single man. O high was the hills and the mountains, Gold was the frost and snow; Lady Jean's shoes were all torn, No farther could she go. O if I was in the glens of Foudlen, Where hunting I have been, I could go to bonny castle Gordon, Without either stockings or sheen O hold your tongue bonny Jean Gordon, O hold your tongue my dow; I've but one half-crown in the world, I'll buy hose and shoon to you. When she came to bonny Castle Gordon, And coming over the green, The Porter cried out, with a loud voice, Yonder comes our lady Jean. �5 You are welcome bonny Jeanie Gordon, You are dearly welcome to me ; You are welcome dear Jeanie Gordon, But away with your Ogilvie. Now over the seas went the Captain, As a soldier under command ; But a messenger soon followed after, Which caused a countermand. Come home now, pretty Captain Ogilvie, To enjoy your brother's land ; Come home now, pretty Captain Ogilvie, You're the heir of Northumberland. O what does this mean ? says the Captain Where is my brother's land ? Come home now, pretty Captain Ogilvie, You're the heir of Northumberland. O what does this mean ? says the Captain, Where's my brother's children three? O they are all dead and buried, The lands are all ready for thee. Then hoist up your sails brave Captain, And let's be jovial and free; I'll go home and have my estate, And then my dear Jeanie I'll see. He soon came to bonny castle Gordon, And then at the gate stood he; The Porter cried out with a loud shout, Here comes Captain Ogilvie ! �6 You're welcome pretty Captain Ogilvie Your fortunes advanced I hear, No stranger can come, to my gates That I do love so dear. Sir, the last time I was at your gate You would not let me in . I am come for my wife and children, No friendship else I claim. Then she came tripping down the stair, With the saut tear in her e'e, One babe she had at every foot, Another upon her knee You're welcome, bonny Jean Gordon. Your're dearly welcome to me, You're welcome bonny Jean Gordon, Countess of Northumberland to be. Now the Captain came off with his lady, And his sweet babies three, Saying, I'm as good blood by descent, Though the great Duke of Gordon you be. JEM OF ABERDEEN. The tuneful laverocks cheer the grove. And sweetly smiles the summer green Now o'er the mead I love to rove Wi' bonny Jem of Aberdeen. ; �7 Whene'er we sit beneath the broom, Or wander o'er the flowery lea, He's always wooing, wooing, wooing, O Jamie's always wooing me. He's fresh and fair as flowers in May, The blythest lad on a' the green; How sweet the time will pass away W i ' bonny Jem of Aberdeen! Wi' joy I leave my father's cot, Wi' ilka sport of glen or green, Well pleased to share the humble lot Of bonny Jem of Aberdeen. THE BONNY HOUSE O' A I R L Y , It fell upon a day, a bonny summer day, When the clans were a' wi' Charlie, That there fell out a great dispute Between Argyle and Airly. Argyle has called a hundred o' his men, To come in the morning early, [keld, And they hae gane down by the back o' DunTo plunder the bonny house o' Airly. Lady Ogilvie looked frae her window, sae hie, And O but she grat sairly, To see Argyle and a his men Come to plunder the bonny house o' Airly. �8 Come doon, come doon, lady Ogilvie, he cried, Come doon and kiss me fairly, Or ere the morning's clear daylight I'll no leave a standing stane in Airly. I wadna come doon, great Argyle, she cried, I wadna kiss thee fairly: I wadna come doon, false Argyle, she cried, Though you shouldna leave a standing stane in Airly. But were my ain guid lord at hame, As he is noo wi' Charlie, The base Argyle and a' his men Durstna enter the bonny house o' Airly O I hae seven bonny sous, she said, And the youngest has ne'er seen his daddie, And though I had ane as mony mae, They'd a' be followers o' Charlie, Then Argyle and his men attacked the bonny ha, And O, but they plundered it fairly ; In spite o' the tears the lady let fa', They burnt doon the bonny house o' Airly. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/f6fee954607f0a66150f416398ca03cd.jpg 064ca1028cdaa338290a6d9f1f72a981 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3072 Width 1891 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 Coat of arms on title-page with two lions rampant on either side of a shield with three castles pictured in the center. There is a crest featuring a man's head above the shield; beneath the shield is a motto, "Bon Accord" displayed on a banderole. 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 046: Coat of arms on title-page showing lions rampant on either side of a shield with three castles pictured in the center. There is a crest with a man's head above the shield; beneath the shield is a motto, "Bon Accord" displayed on a banderole. 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 Duke of Gordon's three daughters; to which are added, Jem of Aberdeen; and the Bonny house o'Airly Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Crime Highlands Jacobites 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. 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> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Jem of Aberdeen The bonny house o'Airly Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1870-1885 per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. A collection of songs and ballads. In the first ballad, the youngest daughter of the Duke of Gordon goes to visit Aberdeen with her sisters and ends up marrying a handsome but poor captain without her father’s consent. When the Duke finds out, he chases down his daughter and tries to get the captain executed. The king refuses the request, but does have the captain demoted from his rank to a single soldier. Poverty and childbirth do not appear to suit the young lady and the family goes to visit her parents. Jean is welcomed by her family back home but her husband is shunned and sent away. The poor captain is sent across the sea until he suddenly receives word that he is made the Count of Northumberland as his brother and family have died. He returns to Gordon’s castle for his wife and family, who now join him happily, but scorns the welcome of his wife’s family who are suddenly much more friendly now that he is landed in his own right. This ballad is followed by two short songs, the first describing the pleasant courtship of a boy from Aberdeen, and the second recounting the attack of Argyle against the House of Airly while the Lord of Ogilvie is away fighting for Charles Stewart. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. 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Chapbook #13 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Aberdeen, Scotland 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 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available [No Place] : Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Description An account of the resource Woodcut #46: Coat of arms on the title-page with two lions rampant on either side of a shield with three castles pictured in the center. There is a crest featuring a man's head above the shield; beneath the shield is a motto, "Bon Accord" displayed on a banderole. # of Woodcuts: 1 Animal: lion(s) Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1871-1880 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - [No Place] : Printed for the Booksellers Heraldry https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/e33f18ca29803ec9ae2d1c233be0fa77.jpg e816c332cf9b1cad97929bb9def497c6 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a793fb526e3b17708df7c5dcbf3ebdaf.pdf 60acd917e9d72a4d4b28d848ab791c74 PDF Text Text THE Bill OF GORDON'S THREE DAUGHTERS TO WHICH AttE ADDED, THE B R E W E R LADDIE; AND THE HERO MAY PERISH. GLASGOW: FEINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLER* 18. �inmriin m u m n o w SONGS. j jy | (| ; ; t ,r g /s T H E D U K E OF G O R D O N ' S 3 ,, ,v DAUGHTERS. The Duke of Gordon had three daughters, Elizabeth, Margaret, and Jean ; They would not -stay in bonny Castle Gordon, But they went away to bonny Aberdeen. They had not been in bonny Aberdeen, A twelvemonth and a day, Till Jean fell in, lore with Captain Ogilvie, And away with him went she. Word came to the Dul^e of Gordon, In the chamber where he lay, How lady Jean fell in love with a Captain, And from him she would not stay. Go saddle me the black horse, he cried, M y servant shall ride on the grey, And 1 11 go to bonny Aberdeen, Fortwith to bring her away. They were not a mile from Aberdeen, A mile but only one, Till he met with his two daughters, But away was lady Jean. 0 where is your sister, maidens? Where is your sister, now ; 0 where is your sister, maidens, That she's not walking with you ? �3 0 pardon us honoured father! O pardon they did say : Lady Jean is with Captain Ogilvie, And from him she will not stay. When he came to bonny Aberdeen, And down upon the green, There she did see Captain Ogilvie, A training of his men, O woe he to thee Captain Ogilvie ! An ill death thou shalt die, For taking to thee my daughter, High hanged shalt thou be. The Duke of Gordon wrote a broad letter, And sent it to the king, T o cause him hang brave Captain Ogilvie, If ere he caused hang any man. N o I will not hang Captain Ogilvie, For any offence that I see, But 111 cause him to put off the scarlet, And put on the single livery. Now word came to Captain Ogilvie, In the chamber where he lay, To strip off the gold and scarlet, And put on the single livery. If this be for bonny Jeannie Gordon, This penance I'll take wi', If this be for bonny Jeannie Gordon, All this and more I'll dree. �Lady Jean had not been married, A year but only three, Till she bad a babe in every arm, And another on her knee. 0 but I ' m weary wandering! 0 but my fortune is bad, It sets not the Duke of Gordon's daughter, T o follow a soldier lad. O hold your tongue, bonny Jean Gordon, O hold your tongue my lamb, For once I was a noble captain, Now for thy sake a single man. O high was the hills and the mountains, Cold was the frost and s n o w ; Lady Jean's shoes were all torn. N o farther could she go. 0 if I was in the glens of Foudlen, Where hunting I have been, 1 could go to bonny castle Gordon, Without either stockings or sheen. > 0 hold your tongue bonny Jean Gordon, 0 hold your tongue m y dow ; I've but one half-crown in the world, I'll buy hose and shoon to you. W h e n she came to bonny castle Gordon, And coming over the green, The Porter cried out, with a loud voice. Yonder *es our'lady Jean. �5 Yon are welcome bonny Jeannie Gordon, Y o u are dearly welcome to me ; Y o u are welcome, dear Jeanie Gordon, But away with your Ogilvie. Now over the seas went the Captain, As a soldier under command ; But a messenger soon followed after, W h i c h caused a countermand. Come home now, pretty Captain Ogilvie; T o enjoy your brother's land ; Come home now, pretty Captain Ogilvie, You're the heir of Northumberland. O what does this mean? says the Captain, Where's my brother's land : Come home now, pretty Captain Ogilvie, You're the heir of Northumberland. 0 what does this mean ? says the .Captain, Where's my brother's children three ? 0 they are all dead and buried, The lands are all ready for thee. Then hoist up your sails brave Captain, And let's be jovial and free ; m go home and have my estate, And then my dear Jeannie I'll see. He soon came to bonny castle Gordon., And then at the gate stood he ; The Porter cried out with a loud shout, Here comes Captain Ogilvie! �6 You're welcome pretty Captain Ogilvie, Your fortune's advanced I hear, N o stranger can come to m y gates, That I do love so dear. Sir, the last time I was at your gate Y o u would not let me in ; I am come for m y wife and children, N o friendship else I claim. Then she came tripping clown the stair, W i t h the saut tear in her ee, One babe she had at every foot, Another upon her knee. You're welcome, bonny Jean Gordon, You're dearly welcome to me, You're welcome, bonny Jean Gordon, Countess of Northumberland to be. Now the Captain came off with his lady, A n d his sweet babies three, Saying, I ' m as good blood by descent, Though the great Duke of Gordon yon be. THE BREWER LADDIE. In Perth there lived a bonny lad, A brewer to his trade 0 , A n d he has courted P e g g y R o y , A rum and handsome maid 0 . Chorus—She's a rum one fal de reedle ay*do, �He courted her for seven long years, All for to gain her favour. But there came a lad out of Edinburgh town, And he swore that he would have her. Wilt thou go along with me, W i l t thou go my honey ? And wilt thou go alongst with me, A n d leave your own dear Johnnie ? Yes, I'll go along with you, And along with you I'll ride O, Yes, I'll go along with you, Altho' I'm the brewer's bride 0 , The brewer he came home at e'en, Enquiring for his honey, Her father he made this reply, I never seen her since Monday. Be it not or be it so, Little it does grieve me, I'm a young man free as you may see, A n d a small thing will relieve me. There is as good fish in the sea, As ever yet was taken, I'll cast my net once o'er again, Altho' 1 am forsaken. She's rambled up, she's rambled down, She's rambled through Kirkaldy, And many V the time she's rued the day She forsaked her brewer laddie, �8 She's rambled up, she's rambled down, She's rambled through Perth town O, And when she came to the brewer's door. She was ashamed to gang in 0 ! He's drawn his course where e'er he's gane, His country he has fled 0 ! He's not left a shift upon her back, Nor a blanket on her bed 0 ! The brewer he set up in Perth, A n d often brewed strong ale 0 ! And he has courted a bonny las*, And ta'en her to his sell 0 ! Ye lovers all where'er ye be, B y me now take a warning, And never slight your airi true love, For fear you get a vvaur ane. THE HERO M A Y PERISH. The hero may perish, his country to save, And he lives in the records of fame ; The sage may the dungeons of tyranny brave— Ever honour'd and blest be his n a m e ! But virtue that silently toils or expires, No wreath for the brow to entwine: That asks but a smile—but a fond sigh requires 0 woman! that virtua is thine. � 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 032: Title-page illustration of a soldier with his face turned to the left in an outdoor scene. He is wearing a feathered helmet and cloak. 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 Duke of Gordon's three daughters; to which are added, The Brewer Laddie; and The Hero May Perish. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Brewer Laddie The Hero May Perish Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923302203505154">s0459b39</a> Description An account of the resource 18 printed at foot of title page 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 1840-1850 per National Library of Scotland 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: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): military Gender: man/men Outdoor Scene Weapons: sword(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ac0ccd1ded37eedfa3f3a4d2f03c3bfc.pdf d81237b1bddc35afd664bb3c8bef7b0c PDF Text Text ill's v a l i a n t Exploits T O W H I C H ARB A D D E D , ROB'S JOCK, a very OLD BALLAD, AND Britons to ARMS your Siftct Km. to defend PRINTED BY J. & M ROBERTSON ^ S^LT MARKET, 1&C2* �( 2 TURNPINVS ) VALOUR, Hounflowrheatb, as I rode o'er, I JfpyM a lawyer riding before ; Kind Sir, faid I, are you not afraid, Of Turnpin that mifchievous blade? O rare Furnpin hero, O rare Turnpin O S~ys Turnpin Vvz been hipft fecure* My gold 1 hi^ in the heel of my Oi©e; O fays the lawyer, there's none can find My gold, for it lies in my cap behind. &c. As they rod down by the Poultry.mill, Turrpin demands him to Hand Hill, Said he, Your cap I mud cut off, For my m^re ihe wants a {addle-cloths &c* This c&us'd the lawyer for to fret, To think be was fo fairly bit; Far Icon he robb'd him *t his ffcre, Bccaufe he knew how to tyz for more. As Turpin rode in fearch of prey, l i e met an exciferoan on the way, He boldly bid him for to ftand, tout gold, faid he, I do demand. 0 3 With that the cxcifcman* he reply'd, Your proud demands mui'l be deny?d; Before my money you receive, One of us two {halleeafe.to tjye. O rare* fce* �( 3 > Turnpia then without remorfe. He knocked him quite from oSr his horfe, And left him on the ground to fprauL So off lie rocb'with his gold and a l l 0 ; &c. As he rode ever Salisbury plain, He met Lord Judge with all his train ; T h e n H^ro-iike, he did approach And robb'd the Judge as ht fat in coach. & c . An Ufarer as I asm to!ds W h o had in charge a fum of gold. With a* clock clouted from fide to fide r Juit like a Palmer he did ride O rare, &c» And as he jogg'd sdorig the way. He met with furnpm that fame day j With hat in hand nioft aoutXeou-Qy* He bilked him for chanry. G rare, If that be true thou tells to me, I'll freely give thee charity \ But I made a vow, and it H i keep; T o fearch all P a p e r s that I meet. O , He {e.archJd his bags, wherein he £ound Upwards- of eight hu]idre4 pound, In ready gold aad white money, W h i c t | made him to laugh heartily. O , &c< Fhlg pegging is a curious trade;, Fov orr the way thou haft well fped j This prife I couut it found money, ' ^ Became abou- made zn arrant lye» O. �( 4 ).. For fhooting of a dunghif-cock,. Poor Turnptti he at laft was took, And carried itraight unto a jatU 'Where his misfortunes he does bewail. &c Now feme do fay that he will hang, Turnpin the laft of all the gang ; I wifli this cock had ne'er been hatch'd, For like a fifh in the net he's catch'd. O , Sec But if I had my liberty, And were upon yon mountain high, iThere's not a mm in Old England, Durft bid bold Turnpin for to ft and. O, &e I venturM bold at young and old, And' fairly fought them for their gold $ O f no mankind was I afraid ; But now alas! I am. b e t r a j ' d ~ Orare^&c Now Turnpin he's -condemn--d to die, T o hang upon yon gallows high j Whole legacy is a ilrong rope, For {tealing oi a Dunhit-Cock. Orare 5 &c. R O B ' S JOCK, ,1 very O l d Ballad. O B ' S Jock came to woo our Jenny, ^ w On ae feafMay when we were f o u , She brankit faft and made her bonay T Arcd faid, Jock came ye here to woo ? She irniih d her baith breaft and brpti* And j p d e fer clear ony clock j �Then fpake her dame, and faid, I t r o u , Y e jcome to woo our Jenny, Jock. Jack faid, forfootb, 1 yearn fu* fain. T o l u k my head, 2nd fit down by you; Then fpake her rntnny, and faid again. My bairn has tocher enough to gie yoi3# Tehee! quo' Jenny, keek keek I fee you, Miony yon man maks but a mock. Deil hae the liers, fou Ids me o* you, I come to woo your Jenny quo' Jock. My bairn has tocher o* her am: A goofe, a gryce, a cock and hen, A dirk, a ftaig* an acre fawin A bake-bread and a bansioek-ftane; A pig, a pat* a kirn there-ben, A kaim, but an a kaiming-fiock, W i ' cogs an' luggies nine or ten. Come y e to woo our jenny, Jock. A weight, a peet-creel and a cradle, A pair o* clips, a grape, a flail, A n ark, an amry, and a ladle, A milfie, and a fowen-pail, A rouftie whitie to ilieer the kail, A timber-mell the beer to knocic, Twa (hells made of an auid fir-dale, Come ye woo our Jenny, Jock ? A f u r m , a furlet, an3 a . p f c k ^ A rock, a reel* and a wheel-band, A tub, a barrow, and a f&ck, A fpurtlc-braid; and an clwand, �• Then Jock rook Jenny by the hand, And cry'd a feaft i and flew a cock, And made a bridal upo* hand. Now I Hae got your Jenny quo' Jock. Now dame, I hae your doughter marry'd, And tho' ye mak it ne'er fae teugh, I'll let ye wit fhe's na mifcarry'd, ' t i s well kend I hae gear enough* An auld gaud gloyM fell o'er a heugh, A fpade f a ipeet, a fpur, a lack, With©uten oufeo 1 hae a pleugh'; May that no fair your Jenny ? quo* Jock* A treen trencher, a ram-horn fpoon, Twa boots of barkint blailant leather, A v g r a i t h that gangs to coble fhoon And a thrawcruik to twine a tether; Twa crooks that moup amang the heather, A pair of br&ftks arid a fetter-lock A teugh purfe made of a fwine's bladder, T o hand your tocher, Jenny, quo' Jock. Good elding for your winter-fire } And a cod o* caffwao fill a cradle, A rake of iron to elate the byre, A duck abouf the dubs to padle 5 T h e pamiel of an auid lade-faddle j And Hob my ecm hechr me a liock, Twa luity lips to lick a foddle \ May thir no gain your J-nny, qao* Jock* A pair of hems and brechim fine, And without bitts* a fcridle-renzifc, �m !L ,iffl || 1 ] ( 7 ) A fark made of the linkome twine, A gay'gree» cloke that will ,not (lenzie, Mair yet in ftore—[ need not f e n z i e j Five hundred flaes, a fendv flock; And are not thae a wakrife menzie. T o gae to bed wi' jenny and Jock? T a k thir for my part o* the feaft, It is weei kend I am \yeel bodin: Y e need not (ay my part i$ leaft, Were they as nieikle as they are lodm. T h e xvife fpicr'fi gin the kail was fodden. Whan we hae done tak harne the brock, The roaft was teugb. a raploch hoilin, With v/hich they feaited Jenny and Jock, I ; | is Britons to Arms our Sifter Km. to defend. all you brave boys in this nation, W ^ - your country and honour defend, Since our King has got great oceafion, brave boys we'll crofs o'er the main* Fai al dcf Tai, dal daladadte, fai al dar, &c# Y o u muft lay by the flail and the pitchfork, and take up the gun and the fword, Y f a will haftily kill all the Frenchmen, where'er you meet thera by my word. &c# T h e Frenchmen they're landed in Ireland, which I new do well underftand; Be not afraid df them my brave boys* Com wallis doc^Uirpfclf tiow cq mmand*&c» �( 8 ) There is Pbillemon, Derby, and Donald, in 'the mountains of Connaught was bred, Them fellows they do fear nd danger, when they get a drop in their h<tad. & c . But there is PhilIemon5 Derby, and Donald, and Tirres, and Munes, and Shan, They were bred in the mountains of Newry, by cutting of turfF with a flan. Fal, &c, TV hen my Captain he gives me the Ikinnar, be calls me a ftout clever man, Bat to-morrow brave boys I'll be finer, for I've the red clothes to put on, &c. 0 what would you do with the red clothes o? you don't know to handle a gun \ B y my fhoul (he'll be apt for to bite you* if you to her mouth put your hand. &c. But give brandy unto me brave Qaour, my true heart it fliall never fail, T o kill all the Frenchmen by dozens, as one would threfh oats with a flail &c* For if Frenchman or Dutchman wou'd (hoot I with the big end of my gun", (me, Their bones w6uld be pounding & threfliing, till they be obliged to ruin Fal al, &c. And when I had kill'd them, poor fellow^ and caft them over that fliore, 1 will make them to fwear by Gibraltar," they'd never come here any more. &c« r r T T r r w r Printcd by J.&M. ROBERTSON, Saltmarket, i%of> � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/cd6557fdb6e47bdeca47b30bf60aae91.jpg 484a277ed89f5008e3f61bbb7beb7e57 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 3441 Width 2062 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 Dunghil-cock; or, Turnpin’s valiant exploits. To which are added, Rob’s Jock, a very old ballad. And Britons to arms your sister Km. to defend. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1803 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 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923302423505154">s0459b33</a> Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a man woman, and child selling chapbooks on title page 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 The Earl's Defeat: A Bacchanalian Parody On the Celebrated Ancient Ballad Of Chevy Chace. To which is added, The Happy Shepherd: A Song. 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. The Happy Shepherd: A Song. Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #29 in a bound collection of 54 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Printer's device: two birds on branches on the title-page. <br /><br />Woodcut image of scroll and quill Finis on page 8. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 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 [1797?] per English Short Title Catalogue Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. 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Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Subject The topic of the resource Otterburn, Battle of, Otterburn, England, 1388 War Percy, Henry, Lord, 1364-1403 Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Brash & Reid # 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/861ba66736577647cc22ae5f432cf4c7.jpg ca142327345ebfbabe3c62d6bbc2890b 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 3189 Width 1536 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/78848fa5fc960b33ef5dcbb8e232ac10.pdf 38c6ece0bbe766dd4411e9c7acdbc317 PDF Text Text Vo I 3 THE E C H O OF FRIARS-CARSE HERMITAGE j ALSO, A V O N ' S A S T R E A M : DIRGE. BY R O B E R T BURNS, HAMILTON. • I f fair fclence on thee fmile, Self-reivardingJludio us toil, Cajl not a difJainful eye On the hind that pajfes l y : Feelings ftrong may ivarm his heart / Feelings he can ne *er impart• — » ® « — T o which are added, V E R t S E S, WRITTEN IN THE HIGH CHURCH-YARD, G L A S G O W : P R I N T E D FOR AND SOLD BY BRAFH & REID. GLASGOW, �J f 1 & ADVERTISEMENT. X HE Author of the two following Poems cannct boaft of the advantages of education, or the endowments of literature. In the humble fphere of life in which he has been deftined to move, learning is far beyond' the reach of his ability or leifure. T o pafs a few idle hours, when not engaged in the labours of the Loom, and to amufe a fmall circle of acquaintances, were his fole inducements to attempt thefe verfes. They are now offered to the Public, with diffidence and refpedh The Author is confcious that they appear under many difadvantages; but he trufts to the candour and good nature of the Public, and, fhould they affign to him a fmall portion of that merit which diftmgtfflhed his illustrious predecefior of the fame name, his higheft am- ; bition will be gratified. At the fame time, the Public | voice will determine, whether he fhall again appear before their tribunal. Though doom'd by Fortune to the Loom, And time deny'd book-fhelves to toom, Wild warbling Fancy, full in bloom, N o w fpreads her wing, And burnies, felvag'd a' wi' broom, I lang to fing. HAMILTON. ROBERT BURNS. �( 3 ) THE E C H O OF FRIARS-CARSE • j i n I N S C R I P T I O N f o r the on tie BANKS of HERMITAGE. RUINS O/CADZOW AVON, near CASTLS HAMILTON, ftranger ponder here, Grandeur's ruins claim a tear; 'View in me thy coming fate, Arm'd definition foon or late Down thy frame will lay as l o w ; Warn'd—prepare to meet the blow* ( PASSING Life's a truly chequer'd fcene, Grief and joy alternate reign, None are evej- truly blefl, Toil and care attend the beft. (Youth and love may frifk and toy, Tafte the brimming cup of joy ; But fufpicion's urging doubt, Stern, forbids to fip it 9Ut. Soon will manhood's riper age racant thoughts and time engage,; �( 4 ) A world's intruding needful care, Maxims, future life to fquare, Take pofieffion of the foul, Pleaiure's fofter fway controul. Think not fons of wealth alone Call true happinefs their own ; Or that fons of want and care Ne'er enjoy of blifs a lhare, While through life they mourning go, Preft with forrow, toil and wo ; Hope to anchor fafe in heaven, Gilds their fpan, while tempeft driven Virtue bright her ftandard rears, Future joy their mis'ry cheers. Princely, noble, art thou born r Humbler ftations never fcorn, Keep thy diftance, fiiew thy power* Man to blefs, but not devour. Is it to thy glory told Thou halt been in danger bold ? Know my heroes were the fame, Patterns of illuftrious fame. Here the warrior's picaife was fung, Here the deep ton'd harp was ilrung, Here the virgin's blufoing charms Yielded to the brave in arms ; But nor beauteous nor brave Claim exemption from the grave. If fair fcience on thee fmile, Self-rewarding ftudious toil, Call not a difdainful eye On the hind that pafies by i �( 5 ) Feelings ftrong may warm his heart; Feelings he can ne'er impart. Smooth his life may flow, ferene, Guiltlefs> pure, without a ftain. If in life's more parrow vale, Bounteous Heaven hath mark'd thy fcale, Thank thy God for what he's lent, Happy ftill, and Hill content. Nature's common gifts are thine, Let not thanklefs Pride repine; Love and Friendfhip's facred ties, Vital air, indulgent fkies, T o the peafant and his lord Equal blifs and health afford. Stranger ! go—be Virtue's friend, ( Moralize on Cadzow's ruin ; Keep in view thy latter end, Blifs beyond the grave purfuing. AVON'S STREAM i A DIRGE. o I. AVON round thy rocky ftream With many a weary ftep I flray; N o r cheer'd by Phosbus' vernal beam Grief pines my gloomy foul away. �( 6 ) XI. Thy lofty fwelling banks I view, Adorn'd with geen-trees bloffom'd white : Thy birks all bath'd in morning dew, Alas ! they yield me no delight, III. T h y winding walks, the happy fcenes O f my exulting raptur'd youth, Ere while I knew Wo's fharpelt pains, Ere while I doubted Peggy's truth. IV. ? Twas then my every thought was love, Fame's airy trump I valued not; *Twas then no wealth my foul could move, Nor envy four my peaceful cot. V. But ah ! how rueful now the change ! How folemn fad beneath thefe boughs ! Where happy, happy, we did range, And mutual breath'd fincereft vows. VI. Thou ruin'd caftle*, ivy bound, Where floried ghofts terrific cry ; Thy fhapelefs form, their dreary found Accord with wretches fuch as I. * CadzozVf near Hamilton. �( 7 ) vil. The tumbling torrrents' boiling roar, The winter-fhrouded lifelefs trees, The nipping frofts' mildewing hoar, My fad defponding fancy pleafe. VIII. Joy's mortal bane; falfe womankind ! For you on Avon's banks I'll mourn ; Nor foothing folace hope to find, But in the filent peaceful urn. VERSES* WRITTEN IN THE HIGH CHURCH-YARD, GLASGOW, BY THE LA«T E M R . J O H N T A Y L O R , OF ti P GLASGO'W^ • WRITING-MASTER. I. GRIEVE not ye wife, though in this yard. Some hundred thoufands lie j The juft inherit their reward, Are happiefl when they die. •• 4 . » ' �' 8 ) II. When wicked men to duft defcend N o more they'll plague mankind ; On earth that life lhould never end Was ne'er by Heaven defign'd. III. Suppofing this terraqueous globe All form'd of folid land; If none had died, ere now we would Have wanted room to ftand. IV. W e in the other world fhall reap As in this life we fow ; Be virtuous if ye would efcapc The pang of future wo. V. On jarring creeds let fchoolmen plod ; W h o feldom truth difplay. D o you th' internal voice of God, Your co?ifcience, ftill obey. GLASGOW. JOHN TAYLOR* F I N I S , � 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 Echo of Friars-Carse Hermitage; also, Avon's Stream: A Dirge.&nbsp; To which are added, Verses, Written in the high church-yard, Glasgow. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Burns, Robert, 1759-1796 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> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 179? per G. Ross Roy Collection, University of South Carolina Libraries 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 #2 in a bound collection of 54 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Six line verse on the title-page: "If fair science on thee smile, Self-rewarding studious toil, Cast not a disdainful eye on the bind that passes by: Feeling strong may warm his heart; Feelings he can ne'er impart." Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Avon (County) England Subject The topic of the resource Religion and Morals Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Courtship and Marriage Poetry Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. G. Ross Roy Collection, University of South Carolina Libraries <a title="G. Ross Roy Collection, University of South Carolina Libraries" href="http://library.sc.edu/spcoll/britlit/roycol.html" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://library.sc.edu/spcoll/britlit/roycol.html</a> Abstract A summary of the resource. The chapbook begins with an ‘advertisement’/inscription by Robert Burns, humbly submitting his poems to the reader’s pleasure. The first poem focuses on the grief and joy of life, love, beauty, and nature, while the second poem is a lament over the author’s betrayal by his love as he wanders the countryside by stream and ruined castle. These two poems by Burns are followed by some “Verses” by the late Mr. John Taylor of Glasgow, Writing Master, which urges the “wife” or reader to not grieve for those dead and past, but to celebrate their passing into God’s kingdom, and to continue living a virtuous life themselves. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Avon's Stream. Verses, written in the high church-yard, Glasgow. 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 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/eddeb0f06c4f62cd031b4abc464180e8.pdf 77903273e5b7ebe50f061b3ff0163120 PDF Text Text THE ENGLISH MINSTREL: A SELECTION OF SONGS OF ENGLAND. CONTAINING THE MOST POPULAR No. 1. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 1850. Price One Penny. �PAGE Alice Gray, Away, away to the mountain's brow, Begone dull care,.... Black-eyed Susan, Come sit thee down, my bonnie, bonnie love, Farewell, if ever fondest prayer, God save the Queen, The broken heart, ... In the days when we went gipsying, . Is there a heart that never lov'd, It is not on the battle field, Just at twilight's dusky close, Long, long ago, Maiden, I will ne'er deceive thee...... Oh! no, we never mention her, Oh! say not woman's love is bought, Rule, Britannia, She wore a wreath of roses, Taste life's glad moments, . The Araby maid, The Arethusa, The banks of Allan water, The bay of Biscay, The dashing white sergeant, The light of other days, . The maid of Judah, The miniature, . The missletoe bough, The old arm chair, The sea, the sea, the open sea, The soldier's tear, The spot where I was born The white squall, . 'Twas merry in the hall, ..... Ye mariners of England, . 7 6 5 22 10 7 3 6 11 9 10 15 15 9 12 23 4 16 19 16 24 23 21 22 5 8 20 18 17 13 6 4 8 20 14 �ENGLISH GOD SAVE THE SONGS. QUEEN. New arrangement by G. H . RODWELL. Key-note B flat. GOD save our gracious Queen, Long live our noble Queen, God save the Queen ! Send her victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us, God save the Q u e e n ! O Lord our God arise, S c a t t e r her enemies, And make them f a l l ; Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks, On her our hopes we fix, God save the Q u e e n ! Thy choicest gifts in store, On her be pleased to pour, Long may she reign ; May she defend our laws, And ever give us cause To sing with heart and voice, God save the Queen D o thou her steps direct, W a t c h o'er her, and protect Our gracious Queen ! Shed o'er her heart a ray Of wisdom's glorious day; L o v ' d be V i c t o r i a ' s s w a y — God save the Queen ! ! �4 RULE, Words by THOMSON. Music BRITANNIA. by D R . A R N E . Key-note B fat. WHEN Britain first, a t heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter, the charter of the land, A n d guardian angels sung the strain : Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves, Britons never shall be slaves. T h e nations, not so bless'd as thee, Must in their turn to tyrants fall, While thou shalt flourish, great and free, T h e dread and envy of them all. Rule, Britannia, &c. Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke ; A s the loud blast that rends the skies Serves but to root thy native oak. R u l e , Britannia, &c. Thee, haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ; A l l their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flameB u t work their woe and thy renown. R u l e , Britannia, & c . T o thee belongs the rural reign, Thy cities shall with commerce shine ; A l l thine shall be the subject main, A n d every shore encircle thine. R u l e , Britannia, &c. T h e muses still with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coasts repair, Bless'd Isle ! with matchles beauty crown'd, A n d manly hearts to guard the fair, R u l e , Britannia, &c. THE SPOT WHERE I WAS Words by HARRY STOE V A N D Y K . Music BORN. by J O H N Key-note G. I HAVE wander'd on thro' many a clime, Where flowers of beauty grew, W h e r e all was blissful to the heart, And lovely to the view ; I ' v e seen them in their twilight pride, And in their dress of morn, B u t none appeared so sweet to me A s the spot where I was born. B u t none appeared, & c . BARNETT. • �5 I have wander'd on thro' many a clime, And gaz'd on palace walls, Y e t never wish'd that step of mine Should tread those stately h a l l s ; For midst the pomp that circl'd me, I still should be forlorn ; Give me, give me, the lowliest cot, On the spot where I was born. Give me, give me, & c . BEGONE, DULL CARE! Author unknown. Arranged as a Duet. Key-note A, BEGONE, dull care ! I prithee begone from me ; Begone, dull care ! thou and I can never agree. Long time hast thou been tarrying here, And fain thou wouldst me k i l l ; But, i'faith ! dull care, Thou never shalt have thy will. Too much c a r e will make a young man grey, And too much care will turn an old man to clay My wife shall dance, and I shall sing, So merrily pass the day ; F o r I hold it one of the wisest things, T o drive dull c a r e away. THE L I G H T OF O T H E R D A Y S . Words by ALFRED BUNN. Music by M. W. BALFE. Key-noteA. THE light of other days is faded, And all their glory's past, F o r grief with heavy wing hath shaded The hopes too bright to last. T h e world which morning's mantle clouded, Shines forth with purer rays ; B u t the heart ne'er feels, in sorrow shrouded, The light of other days. But the heart ne'er feels, & c . The leaf which autumn tempests wither, The birds which then take wing, When winter's winds are past come hither, To welcome back the spring; The very ivy on the ruin In gloom full life displays ; But the heart alone sees no renewing The light of other days. B u t the heart alone, &c. �6 THE SOLDIER'S Words by T . H . BAYLY. TEAR. Music by A L E X . L E E . Key-note E. UPON the hill he turn'd, to take a last fond look Of the valley and the village church, and the cottage by the b r o o k ; He listened to the sounds so familiar to his ear, [a tear. And the soldier lean'd upon his sword, and wip'd away Beside yon cottage porch a girl was on her knees, She held aloft a snowy scarf that flutter'd in the breeze; She breath'd a prayer for him, a prayer he could not hear; [a tear. B u t he paused to bless her as she knelt, and wip'd away He turn'd and left the spot, Oh! do not deem him w e a k , F o r dauntless was the soldier's heart, tho' tears were on his cheek. Go watch the foremost rank in danger's dark career, B e sure the hand most daring there has wip'd away a tear. AWAY, A W A Y TO T H E MOUNTAIN'S Composed by ALEXANDER L E E . Key-note B R O W . G. AWAY, away to the mountain's brow, Where the trees are gently w a v i n g ; A w a y , away to the mountain's brow, Where the stream is gently laving. A n d beauty, my love, on thy cheek shall dwell, L i k e the rose as it opes to the day ; While the zephyr that breathes thro' the flowery dell, Shakes the sparkling dewdrops away. A w a y , away to the rocky glen, Where the deer are wildly bounding; A n d the hills shall echo in gladness again, To the hunter's bugle sounding. While beauty, my love, on thy cheek shall dwell, L i k e the rose as it opes to the day ; While the zephyr that breathes thro' the flowery dell, Shakes the sparkling dewdrops away. THE BROKEN HEART. FAREWELL ! in despair I escape from thy wiles, Thy frowns I can bear and even thy smiles ; T a k e back that dear token that bless'd me before, T h e heart you have broken can prize it no more. Now vain were thy favour, thy pity more vain, I Words sweetly spoken deceived me before, B u t the heart you have broken can trust it no more. am lost, and for ever, to pity, to pain. �7 FAREWELL. Words by LORD BYRON. Arranged as a D u e t . FAREWELL ! if ever fondest prayer For others' weal availed on high, Mine will not all be lost on air, But w a f t thy name beyond the sky ! ' T w e r e vain to speak- to weep - to sigh ; Oh ! more than tears of blood can tell, W h e n wrung from guilt's expiring eye, A r e in that w o r d — F a r e w e l l ! F a r e w e l l ! These lips are mute, these eyes are d r y ; B u t in my breast, and in my brain, A w a k e the pangs that pass not by, T h e thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there r e b e l ; I only know we loved in v a i n — I only f e e l — F a r e w e l l ! F a r e w e l l ! ALICE GREY. Music by M R S . P H I L L I P M I L L A R D . Key-note C. SHE'S all my fancy painted h e r ; She's lovely, she's divine : B u t her heart it is another's ; She never can be mine. Y e t lo'ed I as man never lo'ed, A love without decay ; — Oh ! my h e a r t — m y heart is breaking F o r the love of A l i c e Grey. H e r dark brown hair is braided o'er A brow of spotless white ; Her soft blue eye now languishes-— Now flashes with delight ; — Her hair is braided not for me, Her eye is turn'd away ! — Y e t my h e a r t — m y heart is breaking For the love of A l i c e Grey. I've sunk beneath the summer's sun,And trembled in the b l a s t ; B u t my pilgrimage is nearly d o n e — The weary conflict's past. A n d when the green sod wraps my grave, May Pity haply say, " Oh ! his h e a r t — h i s heart was broken For the love of A l i c e G r e y . " �8 THE WHITE SQUALL. Words by RICHARD JOHNS. Music by GEORGE B A R K E R . Key-note THE sea was bright, and the bark rode well, The breeze bore the tone of the vesper-bell— ' T w a s a gallant bark, with a crew as brave A s ever was launched on the heaving wave : She shone in the light of declining day, A n d each sail was set, and each heart was gay. They neared the land where in beauty smiles The sunny shore of the Grecian isles ; A l l thought of home and the welcome dear, Which soon should greet each wand'rer's ear, A n d in fancy joined the social throng, In the festive dance, and the joyous song. A white cloud glides through the azure s k y — W h a t means that wild despairing cry ? F a r e w e l l the visioned scenes of h o m e — T h a t cry is help, where no help can come. F o r the white squall rides on the surging wave, A n d the b a r k is gulfed in an ocean-grave. THE MAID OF JUDAH. Words and Music by CHARLES SLOMAN. Key-note G. No more shall the children of Judah sing The lay of a happier time, O r strike the harp with the golden string, 'Neath the sun of an eastern clime ; Or strike the harp with the golden string, ; ' N e a t h the sun of an eastern clime. This, this was the lay of a Jewish maid Though not in her father's bowers ; So sweetly she sang, as in sadness she stray'd O ' e r the ruins of Babylon's towers. No more shall the children, &c. O where are the sons of mine ancient race, Who were born the javelin to b e a r ; How fall'n is the city whose wreck I now trace, That once was so lovely and fair! The green grass grows on that fertile spot, Where once grew the sweetest flowers ; Land of my kindred, thou'lt ne'er be forgot, While a ruin remains of thy towers ; Land of my kindred, thou'lt ne'er be forgot, While a ruin remains of thy towers. No more shall the children, &c. A �9 IS T H E R E A H E A R T T H A T N E V E R Music by BRAHAM. LOVED? Key-note G, Is there a heart that never loved. Nor felt soft woman's sigh ? Is there a man can mark unmoved, Dear woman's tearful eye ? O h ! bear him to some distant shore, Or solitary cell, Where nought but savage monsters roar, And love ne'er deign'd to dwell. F o r there's a charm in woman's eye, A language in her tear, A spell in every sacred sigh, To m a n — t o virtue dear. And he who can resist her smiles With brutes alone should live ; Nor taste that j o y which care beguiles, The j o y her virtues give. MAIDEN, I WILL NE'ER D E C E I V E THEE. MAIDEN, I will ne'er deceive thee, Never wrong thee, never grieve t h e e ; T a k e this hand, and we will go W h e r e the early violets blow ; In the still and shady grove, Where I dare to tell of love : Maiden smile, or, ere we part, Chainless give me back my heart. Maiden, I will ne'er deceive thee, Never wrong thee, never grieve thee ; Maiden smile, or, ere we part, Chainless give me b a c k my heart. Happy was I ere I knew thee, L i k e the rainbow's fitful beam, L i k e the image in the stream, When I think thy bosom won, Cloud that brow and hope is gone : Maiden smile, or, ere we part, Chainless give me b a c k my heart. Maiden, I will ne'er deceive thee, Never wrong thee, never grieve thee ; Maiden smile, or, ere we part, Chainless give me b a c k my heart. Wherefore should thy �10 C O M E SIT T H E E D O W N . sit thee down, my bonny, bonny love, Come sit thee down by me, love, And I will tell thee many a tale Of the dangers of the sea ; Of the perils of the deep, love, Where the angry tempests roar ; A n d the raging billows wildly dash Upon the groaning shore. Come sit thee down, &c. The skies are flaming red, my love, The skies are flaming red, love ; A n d darkly rolls the mountain w a v e , And rears its monstrous head. While skies and ocean blending, And bitter howls the blast, A n d the daring tar, ' t w i x t life and death, Clings to the shattered m a s t ! Come sit thee down, &c. COME I T I S N O T ON T H E Words by T . H . B A Y L Y . Music BATTLE-FIELD. by R A W L I N G S . Key-note IT is not on the battle-field T h a t I would wish to die ; It is not on the broken shield I'd breathe my latest sigh. And though a soldier knows not how To dread a soldier's doom ; I ask no laurel for my brow, No trophy for my tomb. It is not that I scorn the w r e a t h A soldier proudly wears ; It is not that I fear the death A soldier proudly dares. When slaughter'd comrades round m e lie, I'll be the last to yield ; B u t yet, I would not wish to die Upon the battle-field. When faint and bleeding in the fray, O ! still let me retain Enough of l i f e to crawl away To my sweet home again ; For, like the wounded weary dove, T h a t flutters to its n e s t ; I fain would reach my own dear love, A n d die upon her breast. C. �11 IN THE DAYS WHEN Words by M R . RANSFORD. WE Music Key-note C. WENT GIPSYING. by N . J . SPORLE. IN the days when we went gipsying, A long time ago, The lads and lasses in their best Were dress'd from top to toe. W e danc'd and sung the jocund song, Upon the forest green ; A n d nought but mirth and jollity Around us could be seen. A n d thus we pass'd the pleasant time, Nor thought of care or woe, In the days when we went gipsying, A long time ago. A l l hearts were light, and eyes were bright. While nature's face was g a y ; The trees their leafy branches spread, And perfume filled the May. ' T w a s there we heard the cuckoo's note Steal softly through the air ; While every scene around us look'd Most beautiful and fair. And thus we pass'd the pleasant time, Nor thought of care or woe, In the days when we went gipsying, A long time ago. W e fill'd a glass to every lass, And all our friends most dear, And wish'd them many happy days, And many a happy year. W e gave the king, with all our heart, And may his subjects be Our nation's pride, all lands beside, And glory of the sea. And thus we pass'd the pleasant time, Nor thought of care or woe, In the days when we went gipsying, A long time ago. And should we ever pay again A visit to the scene, We'll sing with all our heart and voice, God bless our gracious Queen. �12 May she live long o'er us to reign, And by her actions prove T h a t she has gain'd her utmost w i s h — A people's lasting love. A n d thus we'll pass the pleasant time, Nor think of care or woe, A s we did when we went gipsying, A long time ago. OH, NO ! W E N E V E R M E N T I O N Words by T . H . BAYLY. Music HER. by HENRY R. BISHOP Key-note B flat. OH, no ! we never mention her, Her name is never heard ; My lips are now forbid to speak T h a t once familiar word. From sport to sport they hurry me, To banish my r e g r e t ; A n d when they win a smile from me, They think that I forget. They bid me seek in change of scene T h e charms that others see ; B u t were I in a foreign land, They'd find no change in me. T h e valley where we m e t ; I do not see the hawthorn t r e e — For oh ! there are so many things Recall the past to m e — The breeze upon the sunny hills, The billows of the sea, T h e rosy tint t h a t decks the sky, Before the sun is s e t ; A y , every leaf I look upon Forbids me to forget. They tell me she is happy n o w — The gayest of the gay ; They hint that she forgets me, but I heed not what they say. L i k e me perhaps she struggles with E a c h feeling of r e g r e t ; B u t if she loves as I have loved, She never can f o r g e t ! 'Tis true that I behold no But more �13 THE Words by BARRY CORNWALL SEA. Music by CHEVALIER NEUKROMM Key-note C. THE sea ! the sea ! the open sea ! T h e blue, the fresh, the ever free ; Without a mark, without a bound, I t runneth the earth's wide regions round; I t plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies, Or like a cradled creature lies. I'm on the sea, I'm on the sea, I am where I would e v e r be, With the blue above and the blue below, And silence wheresoe'er I go. I f a storm should come and a w a k e the deep, W h a t matter, what matter ? I shall ride and sleep. W h a t matter, w h a t matter ? I shall ride and sleep. I love, O how I love to ride On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide, When every mad wave drowns the moon, O r whistles aloft his tempest tune, A n d tells how goeth the world below, A n d why the sou'-west wind doth b l o w ! I never was on the dull tame shore, B u t I loved the g r e a t sea more and more, A n d backwards flew to her billowy breast. L i k e a bird that seeketh its mother's n e s t ; A n d a mother she was and is to me, F o r I was born, was born on the open sea. F o r I was born, was born on the open sea. T h e waves were white, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born ; And the whale it whistled, the porpoise roll'd, And the dolphins bared their backs of gold ; A n d never was heard such an outcry wild, A s welcomed to life the Ocean child. I have lived since then, in c a l m and strife, Full fifty summers a rover's life, With wealth to spend and a power to range, B u t never have sought nor sigh'd for change ; And Death, whenever he comes to me, Shall come, shall come on the wide unbounded sea. And death shall come on the wide unbounded sea. And death shall come on the wide unbounded sea. �14 YE M A R I N E R S OF ENGLAND! Words by THOMAS CAMPBELL. Music by D R . CALLCOT. Key-note G YE mariners of England ! Who guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again, To match another foe ; And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, A n d the stormy tempests blow. T h e spirits of your fathers S h a l l start from every w a v e ! For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave ; Where B l a k e and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, A s you sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow; While the battle rages loud and long, A n d the stormy tempests blow. Britannia needs no bulwark, No towers along the s t e e p ; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep. W i t h thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, A s they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests b l o w ; When the battle rages loud and long, A n d the stormy tempests blow. T h e meteor flag of England Shall y e t terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow ; When the fiery fight is heard no more, A n d the storm has ceased to blow. �15 JUST AT Words by W . LANCASTER. TWILIGHT. Music by W . K I R B Y . Key-note JUST at twilight's dusky close, When stars arise to greet thee, W h e r e the blackthorn wildly grows, There, love, there I'll meet thee. Thou know'st the spot: 'tis shaded quite Beyond the rude intruder's sight, In that lone grove, a t birth of night, There, love, there I'll meet thee. Just a t twilight's dusky close, & c . W h a t I'll think and what I'll say, And how of time I'll cheat thee, And when's to be the blissful day, I'll tell thee when I meet thee. W e ' l l live a lifetime in that hour By love's all hallow'd potent power ; A n d love shall consecrate the bow'r Where, love, where I'll meet thee. Just a t twilight's dusky close, &c. I'll woo the night-bird and the rill With music, love, to treat thee, And thine enraptur'd heart shall thrill Responsive, when I meet thee. Thus, while love-notes weave a spell, I'll tell thee all I have to tell In that lone g r o v e , — t i l l then, f a r e w e l l ! There, love, there I'll meet thee. Just a t twilight's dusky close, & c . LONG, L O N G A G O ! Words by THOMAS H A Y N E S BAYLY. Key-note F. TELL me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago ; Sing me the songs I delighted to hear, Long, long ago, long ago ! Now you are come, my grief is remov'd, L e t me forget that so long you have rov'd, L e t me believe that you love as you lov'd, Long, long ago, long a g o ! Do you remember the path where we m e t , Long, long ago, long, long a g o ? Ah, yes! you told me you n e ' e r would forget, Long, long ago, long a g o ! C. �16 SHE W O R E A W R E A T H OF Words by T . H . BAYLY. ROSES. Music by J . P . K N I G H T . Key-note E. SHE wore a wreath of roses The night that first we met, H e r lovely face was smiling Beneath her curls of j e t ; H e r footsteps had the lightness, Her voice the joyous tone, T h e tokens of a youthful heart Where sorrow is unknown. I saw her but a moment, Y e t methinks I see her now, W i t h the wreath of summer flowers Upon her snowy brow. A wreath of orange blossoms When n e x t we met, she wore, T h e expression of her features W a s more thoughtful than before ; And standing by her side was one Who strove, and not in vain, T o soothe her, leaving that dear home She ne'er might view again. I saw her but a moment, Y e t methinks I see her now, W i t h the wreath of orange blossoms Upon her snowy brow. A n d once again I see that brow, No bridal wreath is there, T h e widow's sombre cap conceals Her once luxuriant hair : S h e weeps in silent solitude, And there is no one near T o press her hand within his own, A n d wipe away the t e a r . I see her broken hearted, Y e t methinks I see her now, In the pride of youth and beauty, With a garland on her brow. T H E A R A B Y Words and Music by the R E V . T . G . MAID. ANDERSON. Key-note AWAY on the wings of the wind she flies, L i k e a thing of life and light, A n d she bounds beneath the eastern skies, A n d the beauty of eastern night. G. �17 Why so fast drives the bark through the ocean's f o a m ? Why wings she so speedy a flight? ' T i s an Araby maid who hath left her home, To fly with her Christian knight. She hath left her sire and her native land, The land which from childhood she trod, A n d hath sworn by the pledge of her beautiful hand, To worship the Christian's God. T h e n away, then away, oh ! swift be thy flight, ' Twere death one moment's delay, F o r behind there is many a blade glancing bright, Then away, away, away, T h e y are safe in the land where love is divine, In the land of the free and the brave ; They have knelt a t the foot of the holy shrine, Nought c a n sever them now but the grave. THE OLD Words by E L I Z A COOK. ARM-CHAIR. Music by H E N R Y RUSSELL. I LOVE it, I love it, and who shall dare T o chide me for loving that old a r m - c h a i r ? I ' v e treasured it long as a holy prize, I ' v e bedew'd it with tears and embalm'd it with sighs ' Tis bound by a thousand bands to my h e a r t ; Not a tie will break, not a link will start. Would ye learn the spell? a mother sat there, A n d a sacred thing is that old arm-chair. I sat and watch'd her many a day, W h e n her e y e grew dim, and her locks were grey, A n d I almost worshipp'd her when she smil'd, A n d turn'd from her Bible to bless her child. Years roll'd on, but the last one sped, My idol was shatter'd, my earth-star fled: I learnt how much the heart can bear, When I saw her die in that old arm-chair. ' T i s p a s t ! 'tis p a s t ! but I gaze on it now With quivering breath and throbbing brow : ' T w a s there she nursed me, 'twas there she d i e d ; A n d mem'ry flows with lava tide. Say it is folly, and deem me w e a k , While the scalding drops start down my c h e e k : B u t I love it, I love it, and cannot tear My heart from loving that old arm-chair. �18 THE MISSLETOE BOUGH. Words by T . H . BAYLY. Music by H . R . BISHOP. Key-note G. THE missletoe hung in the castle hall, T h e holly branch wav'd on the old oak w a l l ; A n d the Baron's retainers were blythe and gay, And keeping their Christmas holiday: T h e Baron beheld with a father's pride, His beautiful child, young Lovel's bride ; W h i l e she with her bright eyes seem'd to be T h e star of the goodly company. Oh ! the missletoe bough, O h ! the missletoe bough. " I ' m weary of dancing n o w , " she cried, " Here tarry a moment, I'll hide, I'll hide; And, Lovel, be sure thou'rt the first to t r a c e T h e clue to my secret lurking place ! " A w a y she ran, and her friends began E a c h tower to search, and each nook to s c a n ; A n d young Lovel cried, " Oh ! where dost thou hide ? I ' m lonesome without thee, my own dear b r i d e . " Oh ! the missletoe bough, Oh ! the missletoe bough. T h e y sought her that night, and they sought her n e x t day, A n d they sought her in vain, when a week pass'd a w a y ! In the highest - t h e l o w e s t — t h e loneliest spot Young Lovel sought wildly, but found her n o t , A n d years flew by, and their grief at last, W a s told as a sorrowful tale long p a s t ! A n d when Lovel appear'd the children c r i e d — " See, the old man weeps for his fairy b r i d e . " Oh ! the missletoe bough, Oh ! the missletoe bough. A t length an old chest that had long lain hid, W a s found in the c a s t l e — t h e y raised the lid, And a skeleton form lay mouldering there, In the bridal wreath of the lady fair ! Oh ! sad was her fate ! in sportive j e s t She hid from her lord in the old oak c h e s t ; I t closed with a spring ! and the bridal bloom L a y withering there in a living tomb. Oh ! the missletoe bough, Oh ! the missletoe bough. �19 TASTE LIFE'S GLAD Words by SIR A L E X . BOSWELL. MOMENTS. Music by MOZART Key-note TASTE life's glad moments, Whilst the wasting taper glows ; P l u c k it, ere it withers, T h e quickly fading rose. Man blindly follows grief and care, He seeks for thorns, and finds his share, Whilst violets to the passing a i r Unheeded shed their blossoms. Taste life's, & c . When tim'rous nature veils her form, A n d rolling thunder spreads alarm, T h e n ah ! how sweet, when lull'd the storm, T h e sun smiles forth at even. Taste life's, &c. W h e n spleen and envy anxious flies, A n d meek content, in humble guise, Improves the shrub, a tree shall rise. Which golden fruits will yield him. Taste life's, & c . W h o fosters faith in upright breast, A n d freely gives to the distress'd, There sweet contentment, builds her nest, And flutters round his bosom. Taste life's, & c . A n d when life's path grows dark and strait, And pressing ills on ills await, Then friendship, sorrow to abate, T h e helping hand will offer. Taste life's, & c . She dries his tears, she strews his way, E ' e n to the grave, with flow'rets gay, Turns night to morn, and morn to day, A n d pleasure still increases. Taste life's, &c. Of life she is the fairest band, Joins brothers truly hand in hand, Thus onward to a better land, Man journeys light and cheerly. Taste life's, & c . F. �20 ' T W A S M E R R Y IN T H E Music by J A M E S D E W A R . HALL. Key-note C. Now ancient English melodies A r e banish'd out of doors, A n d nothing's heard in modern days B u t Signoras and Signores. Such airs I hate L i k e a pig in a gate, Give me the good old strain, When 'twas merry in the hall, T h e beards wagg'd all, W e shall n e ' e r see the like again, W e shall n e ' e r see the like again. On beds of down our dandies lay, And waste the cheerful morn, W h i l e our squires of old would rouse the day T o the sound of the bugle horn. A n d their wives took care T h e feast to prepare ; F o r when they left the plain, Oh ! 'twas merry in the hall, T h e beards wagg'd all, f W e shall n e ' e r see the like again, W e shall ne'er see the like again. ' T w a s then the Christmas tale was told Of goblin, ghost, or fairy, A n d they cheer'd the hearts of the tenants old W i t h a cup of good canary ; A n d t h e y each took a smack A t the cold black j a c k , T i l l the fire burn'd in t h e i r brain ; Oh ! 'twas merry in the hall, T h e beards w a g g ' d a l l — May we all see the like again ! May THE Words by G. P . MORRIS. MINIATURE. Music by J . P . K N I G H T . Key-note WILLIAM was holding in his hand The likeness of his wife, F r e s h as if touch'd by fairy wand, With beauty, grace, and life. H e almost thought it spoke: He gaz'd upon the treasure s t i l l — Absorb'd, delighted, and amaz'd T o view the artist's skill. E. we all see the like �21 " This picture is yourself, dear Jane, ' T i s drawn to nature true ; I ' v e kiss'd it o'er and o'er again, It is so much like y o u . " " And has it kiss'd you b a c k , my dear ? " " W h y , no, my l o v e , " said he. " Then, William, it is very clear ' T i s not a t all like m e ! " THE B A Y OF BISCAY, O! Music by J . P. CLARK. Key-note, B flat, Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder, T h e rain in deluge showers ; T h e clouds were rent asunder, By lightning's vivid powers : The night both drear and dark, Our poor devoted bark, Till n e x t day, there she lay, In the bay of Biscay,O! Now dash'd upon the billow, H e r op'ning timbers c r e a k ; E a c h fears a watery p i l l o w , — None stop the dreadful leak ! T o cling to slipp'ry shrouds, E a c h breathless seaman crowds, A s she lay, till the day, In the bay of Biscay, O ! A t length the wished-for morrow B r o k e through the hazy sky ; Absorb'd in silent sorrow, E a c h heaved a bitter sigh ; T h e dismal w r e c k to view, S t r u c k horror to the crew, A s she lay, on that day, In the bay of Biscay, 0 ! H e r yielding timbers sever, Her pitchy seams a r e rent, W h e n Heaven, all-bounteous ever, Its generous succour s e n t ! A sail in sight appears, W e hail her with three cheers ! Now we sail, with the gale, From the bay of Biscay, 0 ! �22 B L A C K - E Y E D SUSAN. Words by GUY. Music by LEVERIDGE. Key-note A minor. ALL in the Downs the fleet lay moor'd, T h e streamers waving in the wind, When black-eyed Susan came on board, " Oh ! where shall I my true love find ? T e l l me, ye j o v i a l sailors, tell me true, If my sweet William sails among your crew ? " William, who high upon the yard, R o c k ' d with the billows to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sigh'd and cast his eyes below. T h e cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And quick as lightning on the deck he stands. " O, Susan, Susan, lovely d e a r ! My vows shall ever true r e m a i n ; L e t me kiss off that falling tear, W e only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be T h e faithful compass that still points to thee. " Though battle calls me from thy arms, L e t not my pretty,Susan mourn ; Though cannons roar, yet, safe from harms, William shall to his dear return ; L o v e turns aside the balls that round me fly, L e s t precious tears should drop from Susan's e y e . " T h e boatswain gave the dreadful word, T h e sails their swelling bosoms spread, No longer must she stay on b o a r d ; They k i s s e d — s h e sighed—he hung his head. H e r lessening boat unwilling rows to land, " A d i e u !" she cried, and waved her lily hand. THE DASHING WHITE SERGEANT. IF I had a beau for a soldier who would go, D o you think I'd say, No ? No, no, not I ! When his red coat I saw, not a sigh would it draw, B u t I'd give him eclat for his bravery ! If an army of Amazons e ' e r came in play, As a dashing white sergeant I'd march away. When my soldier was gone, d'ye think I'd take o n — Sit moping forlorn ? No, no, not I ! His fame my concern, how my bosom would burn, When I saw him return crown'd with victory ! If an army of Amazons e ' e r came in play, A s a dashing white sergeant I'd march away. �23 O H ! S A Y NOT WOMAN'S L O V E IS Words by ISAAC POCOCK. O Music by J . W H I T T A K E R . BOUGHT Key-note OH ! say not woman's love is bought With vain and empty treasure ; ! say not woman's h e a r t is caught B y every idle pleasure. When first her gentle bosom knows Love's flame, it wanders never ; Deep in her heart the passion glowsShe loves, and loves for ever. Oh ! say not woman's false as f a i r ; T h a t like the bee she ranges, Still seeking flowers more sweet and rare, A s fickle fancy changes. Ah no ! the love that first can warm, Will leave her bosom never ; No second passion e ' e r can c h a r m She loves, and loves for ever. THE BANKS OF ALLAN W A T E R . Words by MATTHEW G. LEWIS. Music by a Lady, and lately arranged by C. E . HORN. Key-note B flat. ON the banks of Allan W a t e r , When the sweet spring-time did fall, W a s the miller's lovely daughter, Fairest of them all. F o r his bride a soldier sought her, And a winning tongue had h e : On the banks of A l l a n W a t e r , None so gay a s she. On the banks of A l l a n W a t e r , W h e n brown autumn spread his store, T h e r e I saw the miller's daughter, B u t she smiled no more. F o r the summer grief had brought her, A n d the soldier false was h e : On the banks of Allan W a t e r , None so sad as she. On the banks of Allan W a t e r , W h e n the winter snow fell fast, Still was seen the miller's daughter ; Chilling blew the blast. B u t the miller's lovely daughter, Both from cold and care was free; On the banks of Allan W a t e r , There a corpse lay she. F. �24 THE Music by SHIELD. ARETHUSA. Key-note G. minor. COME all y e jolly sailors bold, Whose hearts are cast in honour's mould, While English glory I unfold, Huzza to the Arethusa. She is a frigate tight and brave, A s ever stemm'd the dashing wave ; H e r men are staunch T o their fav'rite launch, A n d when the foe shall meet our fire, Sooner than strike we'll all expire On board of the Arethusa. ' T w a s with the spring fleet she went out. T h e English channel to cruise about, When four F r e n c h sail, in show so stout, B o r e down on the Arethusa. T h e famed Belle Poole straight ahead did lie ; T h e Arethusa seem'd to fly. Not a sheet or a t a c k , Or a brace did she slack, Though the Frenchman laugh'd and thought it stuff, B u t they knew not the handful of men, how tough, On board of the Arethusa. On deck five hundred men did dance, The stoutest they could find in F r a n c e ; W e with two hundred did advance, On board of the Arethusa. O u r captain hail'd the Frenchman, ho ! T h e Frenchman then cried out, hallo ! 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BOOKSELLERS. �^©[^TilMlT PAGB A home intlie heart, A life on the ocean wave, All's well, A wet sheet and aflowingsea, Child of Earth, Do you ever think of me, love Glorious Apollo, Good-Bye, Hearts of oak, Isle of beauty, fare-tliee-well, I've kiss'd and I've prattled, I will love thee to the last, Mary, Love not, Maid of Athens, ere we part, March to the battle-field, Meet me by moonlight, My childhood's home, My heart is still with thee, Mynheer Van Dunck, Oh breathe not a word of our love, Pretty star of the night, Shall I wasting in despair, Some love to roam, Still so gently o'er me stealing, The banks of the blue Moselle, The better land, The Death of Nelson, The deep, deep sea, The Dream, The Gipsy King, The kiss, dear maid, The lass of Richmond Hill, The maid of Llangollen, The Monks of old, The Rover's bride, The Rover's flag, The rose will cease to blow, The sailor's grave, Think, love, on me, We have liv'd and lov'd together, Welcome me home, What fairy-like music, When Arthur ruled this land, Woodman, spare that tree, 36 36 44 2* 25 35 33 J® 31 29 30 26 25 39 38 34 34 35 41 32 37 43 32 41 29 40 42 38 39 33 28 31 37 46 30 44 40 45 27 28 37 26 45 43 �25 L O V E Music by BLOCKLEY. N O T . Words by MRS. NORTON. not, love not, ye hapless sons of clay, Hope's gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers Things that are made to fade and fall away, Ere they have blossom'd for a few short hours. Love not, love not. Love not, love not, the things you love may die, May perish from the gay and gladsome earth; The silent stars, the blue and smiling sky, Beam on its grave, as once upon its birth. Love not, love not. Love not, love not, the thing you love may change, The rosy lip may cease to smile on you, The kindly beaming eye grow cold and strange, The neart still warmly beat, yet not be true. Love not, love not. Love not, love not, oh ! warning vainly said, In present hours, as in years gone by, Love flings a halo round the dear one's head, Faultless, immortal, till they change or die. Love not, love not. LOVE CHILD OF EARTH. Composed by C. E . HORN. of earth, with the golden hair, Thy soul's too pure and thy face too fair, To dwell with the creatures of mortal mould, Whose lips are warm as their hearts are cold. Roam, roam to our fairy home, Child of earth, with the golden hair. Thou shalt dance with our fairy queen, Through summer nights on the moonlit green, To music murmuring sweeter far, Than ever was heard 'neath the morning star. Roam, roam to our fairy home, &c. I'll rob of its sweets the humble bee, I'll crush the wine from the cowslip tree, I'll pull thee berries, I'll heap thy bed Of downy moss, and the poppies red. Roam, roam to our fairy home, &c. Dim sleep shall woo thee, my darling boy, In her mildest mood with dreams of joy, And when the morning ends her reign, Pleasure shall bid thee welcome again. Roam, roam to our fairy home, &c. CHILD �26 I WILL LOVE THEE TO THE LAST, MARY. Words by C. JEFFERYS. Composed by W . H . MONTGOMERY. W H E N the moon is on the waters, I will hasten, love, to thee, For of all earth's fairest daughters, Thou the dearest art to me: Tho' rude winds may ruffle ocean, Still my bark shall tempt the sea, And in strains of pure devotion, I will sing love-songs to thee. When my star of hope was waning, ' There was one, but one heart true, And which shar'd, without complaining, All the ills my bosom knew; It was thine, gentle Mary, Thou werfc ail the world to me, And however fortune vary, I will still be true to thee. Thou wert dear to me in childhood, When the rosebud on its tree, As it blossom'd in the wildwrood, Was an emblem, love, of thee: In thy youth thou wert still dearer; With the dawn of reason came Thoughts that brought thee to me nearer, Tlio' they bore not yet love's name. But thy womanhood unfolding, Won the secret from my heart, And my life was in thy holding, For 'twas death from thee to part! I have lov'd thee, gentle Mary, I have lov'd thee thro' the past, And, however fortune vary, I will love thee to the last. W H A T F A I R Y - L I K E M U S I C . Composed by J . DE PINNA. fairy-like music steals over the sea, Entrancing the senses with charm'd melody! 'Tis the voice of the mermaid that floats o'er the main, As she mingles her song with the gondolier's strain! The winds are all hushed, and the waters at rest, They sleep like the passions in infancy's breast! 'Til storms shall unchain them from out their dark cave, And break the repose of the soul and the wave. WHAT �27 A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA. Words u by A L L A N CUNNINGHAM. Music by JOHN BARNETT. A W T sheet and a flowing sea, E A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While like the eagle, free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. Oh for a soft and gentle wind," I heard a fair one cry: But give to me the starting breeze, And wild waves heaving high. The wild waves heaving high, my boys, With the good ship light and free, The world of waters is our home, And merry men are we. There's tempest in yon horned moon, And lightning in yon cloud, And hark ! the music, mariner, The wind is piping loud. The wind is piping loud, my boys, The lightning flashes free, Whilst the hollow sail our palace is, Our heritage the sea. THINK, LOYE, ON ME. Words by W I L L I A M FALCONER. Music by E D W A R D P L A T T . W H E N the bright sun is sinking beneath the blue sea, And the pale stars are twinkling, oh! think, love, on me; When the bark of thy lover is far, far from thee, When we're parted for ever, then think, love, on me. The dark shades of sorrow may wither his heart, x\nd the sun of to-morrow may see him depart; And on the wide ocean his dwelling may be, But his heart's deep devotion is given to thee. The soft smiles that bound him, while ling'ring with thee, Shall still hover round him, where'er he may be; Tho' his fond heart is breaking, still, still it is thine— Who would think of forsaking a dream so divine! Then farewell for ever, in sorrow we part, To meet again never, beloved of my heart; But oh! when thy lover is on the dark sea, And his bright dreams are over, then think, love, on me. �28 THE KISS, DEAR MAID. Words by BYRON. Music by JANSEN. Key-note A. kiss, dear maid, thy lips hath left, Shall never part from mine, Till happier hours restore the gift Untainted back to thine. The parting glance that fondly gleams, An equal love may see, The tear that from thine eyelid streams, Can weep no change in me. I ask no change to make me blest, In gazing when alone; Nor one memorial for a breast Whose thoughts are all thine own; By day or night, in weal or woe, That heart, no longer free, Must bear the love it cannot show, And silent ache for thee. TIIE W E HAVE LIVED AND Music by HENRI HERZ. L O V E D , Key-note F. WE have lived and loved together, Through many changing years ; We have shared each other's gladness, And wept each other's tears. I have never known a sorrow That was long unsooth'd by thee ; For thy smile can make a summer Where darkness else would be. Like the leaves that fall around us, In autumn's fading hours, Are the traitor smiles that darken, When the cloud of sorrow lowers. And though many such we've known, love, Too prone, alas! to range, We both can speak of one, love, Which time could never change. We have lived and loved together, Through many changing years ; We have shared* each other's gladness. And wept each other's tears. And let us hope the future, As the past hath been, will be ; I will share with thee thy sorrows, And thou thy joys with me. �THE BANKS OF THE BLUE MOSELLE. Words by E. FITZ-BALL. Music by G. H. RODWELL. Key-note F the glow-worm gilds the elphin flower, That clings around the ruin'd shrine, Where first we met, where first we loved, And I confess'd me thine. 'Tis there I'll fly to meet thee still, At the sound of the vesper bell ; In the starry light of a summer night, On the banks of the blue Moselle. If the cares of life should shade thy brow, Yes, yes in our native bowers ; My harp and lute might best accord, To tell of happier hours; 'Tis there I'd soothe thy grief to rest, Each sigh of sorrow quell; In the starry light of a summer night, On the banks of the blue Moselle. =o®c= ISLE OF BEAUTY, FARE-THEE-WELL. WHEN Words by T . H . BAYLY. Music by C. S. WHITMOEE. of ev'ning ! close not o'er us ! Leave our lonely bark awhile! Morn, alas ! will not restore us Yonder dim and distant Isle. Still my fancy can discover Sunny spots where friends may dwell ;— Darker shadows round us h o v e r Isle of beauty ! " Fare-thee-well 1" 'Tis the hour when happy faces Smile around the tapers light ;— Who will fill our vacant places ? Who will sing our songs to-night ? Through the mist that floats above us Faintly sounds the vesper bell, Like a voice, from those who love us, Breathing fondly, " Fare-thee-well I" When the waves are round me breaking, As I pace the deck alone ; And my eye in vain is seeking Some green leaf to rest upon ; What would I not give to wander, Where my old companions dwell ? Absence makes the heart grow fonder— Isle of beauty ! " Fare-thee-welll" SHADES �30 I'VE KISS'D AND I'VE PRATTLED. I'VE kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids, And changed them as oft, do you see ; But, of ail the gay lasses that sport on the green, The maid of the mill for me. There's fifty young men have told me fine tales, And call'd me the fairest she ; But, of all the young men that dance on the green, Young Harry's the lad for me. Her eyes are as black as the sloe in the hedge, Her cheeks like the blossoms in May ; Her teeth are as white as a new-shorn flock, Her breath like the new-made hay. He's tall and he's straight as the poplar tree, Ilis cheeks are as red as the rose ; He looks like a squire of high degree, When dress'd in his Sunday clothes. -o®cs= THE ROVER'S BRIDE. Words by T. H. BAYLY. Music by A. LEE. Key-note G. " On! if you love me, furl your sails, Draw up your boat on shore, Come tell me tales of midnight gales, But tempt their might no more." " Oh stay," Kate whisper'd, " stay with me " Fear not," the Rover cried, u Yon bark shall be a prize for thee, I'll seize it for my bride." The boat was in pursuit; it flew; The full sails bent the mast; Poor Kate well knew the Rover's crew Would struggle to the last. And ceaselessly for morning light She pray'd upon her knees ; For all the night the sounds of fight Were borne upon the breeze. And morning came—it brought despair, The Rover's boat was gone ; Kate rent her hair—one bark was there, Triumphant—but alone. She sought the shore—she brav'd the storm, A corpse lay by her side ; She strove to warm the Rover's form, Then kiss'd his lips, and died. �31 HEARTS OF OAK. C O M E , cheer up my lads, 'tis to glory we steer, To add something more to this wonderful year ; To honour we call you, not press you like slaves* For who are so free as we sons of the waves I Hearts of oak are our ships, Jolly tars are our men ; We always are ready, Steady, hoys, steady, We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again. We ne'er see our foes but we wish them to stay, They never see us but they wish us away ; If they run, why we follow, and run them ashore, For if they wont fight us, what can we do more ? Hearts of oak, &c. They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes, They frighten our women, our children, and beaux; But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o'er, Still Britons they'll find to receive them on shore. Hearts of oak, &c. We'll still make 'em run, and we'll still make 'em sweat, In spite of the devil and Brussels Gazette ; Then cheer up, my lads, with one heart let us sing, Our soldiers, our sailors, our statesmen, and king Hearts of oak, &c. =>®G=- THE LASS OF RICHMOND IIILL. ON Richmond Hill there lives a lass More bright than May-day morn, Whose charms all other maids surpass A rose without a thorn. This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet, Has won my right good will; I'd crowns resign to call thee mine, Sweet lass of Richmond Hill. Ye zephyrs gay that fan the air, And wanton through the grove ; O, whisper to my charming fair, I die for her I love. This lass so neat, &c. How happy will the shepherd be Who calls this nymph his own ; Oh, may her choice be fix'd on me, Mine's fix'd on her alone. This lass so neat, &c. �32 SOME LOVE TO ROxlM. Words by CHARLES M A C K A Y . Music by H E N R Y RUSSELL. love to roam o'er the dark sea foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free ; But a chosen band in a mountain land, And a life in the woods for me. When morning beams o'er the mountain streams, O! merrily forth we go, To follow the stag to his slippery crag, And to chace the bounding roe. Ho, ho, ho, ho ! ho, ho, ho, ho! ho, ho, ho, ho ! Some love to roam, &c. SOME The deer we mark in the forest dark, And the prowling wolf we track ; And for right good cheer in the wildwoods here, O! why should a hunter lack ! For with steady aim at the bounding game, And hearts that fear no foe, To the darksome glade in the forest shade, 0 ! merrily forth we go ! Ho, ho, ho, ho ! ho, ho, ho, ho ! ho, ho, ho, ho ! Some love to roam, &c. OH ! BREATHE NOT A WORD OF OUR LOVE. Written by E . V . RIPPINGILLE, ESQ. Music by M . A N D R E SCHULZ. OH ! breathe not a word of our love, Nor believe that it ever has been, 'Twas a beautiful dream from above, And has flown back to heaven again. Yet could I have call'd thee my own, Howe'er undeserving I seem, 1 had lived for thee, loved thee alone, alone, And life would have passed like that dream. I had lived for thee, &c. By thy truth, love, and by thine own smile By thy bosom's soft sigh and thy tear I By all that fond hearts can beguile, And remembrance make painful or dear ! From my heart it shall ne'er be effaced, But remain a memorial bright, Like some spot in a desolate waste, a waste, That an angel has touched in its flight. Like some spot, &c. �83 THE GIPSY KING. Music by S. NELSON. Key-note G. 'Tis I am the Gipsy King, And where is the king like me ? No trouble my dignities bring, No other is half so free. In my kingdom there is but one table, All my subjects partake of my cheer ; We would all have champagne were we ablo J As it is, we have plenty of beer; And 'tis I am the Gipsy King, ha, ha I I am the Gipsy King. A king, and a true one am I : No courtiers nor ministers here; I see ev'rything with my own eye, And hear ev'rything with my own ear. No conspiracies I apprehend, Among brothers and equals I rule ; We all help both to gain and to spend, And get drunk when the treasury's full; And 'tis I am the Gipsy King, &c, I confess that I am but a man, My failings who pleases may know; I am fond of my girl and my can, And jolly companions a row. My subjects are kind to me, They don't grudge me the largest glass, Nor yet that I hold on my knee, At this moment, the prettiest lass ; For 'tis I am the Gipsy King, <fcc. G L O R I O U S APOLLO. Author unknown. Music by WEBBE. Key-note D. Apollo from on high beheld us, Wand'ring to find a temple for his praise, Sent Polyhymnia hither to shield us, While we ourselves such a structure might raise. Thus then combining, hands and hearts joining, Sing we in harmony Apollo's praise. Here every generous sentiment awaking, Music inspiring unity and joy— Each social pleasure giving and partaking, Glee and good humour our hours employ. Thus then combining, hands and hearts joining, Long may continue our unity and joy ! GLORIOUS �34 M E E T M E B Y M O O N L I G H T . me by moonlight alone, And then I will tell you a tale, Must be told you by moonlight alone, In the grove at the end of the vale. You must promise to come, for I said I would show the night-flowers their queen ; Nay, turn not away thy sweet head, 'Tis the loveliest ever was seen. Oh ! meet me bv moonlight alone Daylight may do for the gay, The thoughtless, the heartless, the free ; But there's something about the moon's ray, That is sweeter to you and to me. Oh ! remember, be sure to be there, For though dearly the moonlight I prize, I care not for all in the air, If I want the sweet light of your eyes. So meet me by moonlight alone. =o®o~ MY CHILDHOOD'S HOME. MEET Words by the HON. MES. NORTON. Music by J . BLOCKLEY. tasted each varied pleasure, And drank of the cup of delight; I have danc'd to the gayest measure, In the halls of dazzling light. I have dwelt in a blaze of splendour, And stood in the court of kings, I have snatch'd at each joy that could render More rapid the flight of time's wings. But vainly I sought for joy and peace, In that life of light and shade, And I turn with a sigh to my own dear home, The home where my childhood play'd. When jewels are sparkling around me, And dazzling with their rays, I weep for tlje ties that bound me, In life's first early days. I sigh for one of those sunny hours Ere day was turn'd to night, For one of those nosegays of fresh wild flowers, Instead of these jewels bright. I weep when I gaze on these scentless buds That never bloom or fade, I turn with a sigh to those gay green fields, The home where my childhood play'd, I HAVE �35 MY HEART IS STILL WITH THEE. Written by C. JEFFERYS. The Music by S. NELSON. MY heart is still with thee, my love, My heart is still with thee ; Where'er my footsteps chance to rove, Whate'er my fate may be : In peace, or in the battle strife, The dearest joy to me, Will be the thought, that whilst I've life, My heart is still with thee. My heart is still with thee, My heart is still with thee ; Whate'er my fate, where'er I roam, My heart is still with thee. The streamlet, from its native dell, Glides onward to the sea, And where the mighty waters dwell, The streamlet loves to be ; And thou art like the ocean, love, The streamlet like to me ; Where'er my footsteps chance to rove, My heart is still with thee. My heart is still with thee, My heart is still with thee ; Whate'er my fate, where'er I roam, My heart is still with thee. <=o®o= DO YOU EVER THINK OF ME? Written by C. JEFFERYS. Composed by N. J . SPORLE. Do you ever think of me, love ; do you ever think of me, When I'm far away from thee, love, with my bark upon the sea ? My thoughts are ever turning to thee where'er I roam, And my heart is ever yearning for the quiet scenes of home. Then tell me, do you ever, when my bark is on the sea, Give a thought to him who never can cease to think of thee? When sailing o'er the billow, do you think I can forget The streamlet and the willow beneath whose shade we met ? No ! I fancy thou art near me, and I often breathe a sigh, [reply. When the waves alone can hear me, and the winds alone Then tell me, &c. �86 A LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE. Composed by H. RUSSELL. Key-note G. L I F E on the ocean wave! A home on the rolling deep ! Where the scatter'd waters rave, And the winds their revels keep ! Like an eagle cag'd I pine, On this dull unchanging shore— Oh ! give me the flashing brine, The spray and the tempest's roar. Once more on the deck I stand, Of my own swift-gliding craft; Set sail, farewell to the land; The gale follows fair abaft 1 We shoot through the sparkling foam, Like an ocean bird set free; Like the ocean bird, our home We'll find far out on the sea. The land is no longer in view; The clouds have begun to frown; But with a stout vessel and crew, We'll say let the storm come down! And the song of our hearts shall be, While the winds and the waters rave, A life on the heaving sea ! A home on the bounding wave! A A HOME IN THE HEART. Written by Miss ELIZA COOK. Music by M. W . BALFB. OH ! build not a home in the mansions of pride, Where marble shines out on the pillars and walls ; Though the roof be of gold it is brilliantly cold, And joy may not be found in its torch-lighted halls* But seek for a bosom all honest and true, Where love once awaken'd will never depart, Turn, turn to that breast like the dove to its nest, And you'll find there's no home like a home in the heart. " Oh! link but one spirit that's warmly sincere, That will heighten your pleasure and solace your care, Find a soul you may trust as the kind and the just, And be sure the wide world holds no treasure so rare. Then the frowns of misfortune may shadow our lot, The cheek-searing tear-drops of sorrow may start, But a star never dim sheds a halo for him Who can turn for repose to a home in the heart. �37 MAID OF L A N G O L L E N . T H O U G H lowly my lot, and though poor my estate, I see without envy the wealthy and great; Contented and proud a poor shepherd to be, While the maid of Langollen smiles sweetly on me. My way o'er the mountain I cheerfully take. At morn when the song-birds their melody break; And at eve I return with a heart full of glee, For the maid of Langollen smiles sweetly on me. Glenarvon's rich lord passes scornfully by, But wealth ne'er can make him so happy as I ; And prouder than even the proudest I'll be, While the maid of Langollen smiles sweetly on me. T H E PRETTY STAJTOF THE NIGHT. THE daylight has long been sunk under the billow, And Zephyr its absence is mourning in sighs, Then quickly, my dearest, arise from your pillow, And make the night day with the iight of your eyes ; That fairer than you no one ever may prove, [love; The bright mould that formed you they've broken, my And now you alone can your image renew, Then oh ! for creation's sake, rise, dearest, do. Pretty star of my soul! Heaven's stars all outshining, Sweet dream of rny slumbers ! Ah! love, pray you Enchantress ! all hearts in your fetters entwining, [rise! To my ears you are music, and light to my eyes: To my anguish you're balm, to my pleasures you're bliss, To"rny touch you are joy, there's the world in your Day is not day if your presence I miss, [kiss ; Ah ! no, 'tis a night cold and moonless as this. WELC0ME°ME HOME. the Troubadour touched his guitar, AVhen he was hastening home from the war ; Singing from Palestine, " Hither I come, Lady love ! lady love ! welcome me home." She for the Troubadour hopelessly wept, Sadly she thought of him when others slept! Singing, " In search of thee would I might roam, Troubadour! Troubadour! come to thy home." Hark ! 'twas the Troubadour breathing her name, Under the battlement softly he came, Sii ging from Palestine, " Hither I come, Lady love! lady love! welcome me home." GAILY �16 MARCH TO THE BATTLE-FIELD Music ly D„. A . O'MEARA. to the battle-field, The foe is now before us ; Each heart is freedom's shield, And heaven is smiling o'er us. The woes and pains, the galling chains, Which kept our spirits under, In proud disdain we've broke again, And tore each link asunder. March to the battle- field, &c. Who, for his country brave, Would fly from her invader i Who, his base life to save, Would traitor-like degrade her? Our hallow'd cause, our home and laws, 'Gainst tyrant power sustaining, We'll gain a crown of bright renown, Or die our rights mantaining. March to the battle-field, &c. - .... — o ® o THE DEEP, DEEP SEA. MARCH Composed ly C. E. HORNE. Key-note D. OH, come with me, my love, And our fairy home shall be, Where the water-spirits rove, In the deep, deep sea. There are jewels rich and rare, In the caverns of the deep . And to braid thy raven hair, There the pearly treasures sleep. In a tiny man of war, Thou shalt stem the ocean's tide; Or in a crystal car, Sit a queen in all her pride. Oh, come with me, etc. Ah! believe that love may dwell, Where the coral branches twine ; And that ev'ry wreathed shell, Breathes a tone as soft as thine. Hopes as fond as thou would'st prove Truth as bright as e'er was told ; Hearts as warm as those above, Dwell under the waters cold. Under the waters cold. Oh, come with me, &c. �39 MAID OF ATHENS. of Athens ! ere we part, Give, 0 give me back my heart, Or, since that has left my breast, Keep it now, and take the rest. Ah ! hear my vow before I go, Ah ! hear my vow before I go, My dearest life, I love you! By those tresses unconfmed, "Wooed by each iEgean wind ! By those lids whose jetty fringe Kiss thy soft cheek's blooming tinge! By those wild eyes like the roe,—. Ah ! hear my prayer before I go My dearest life, I love you ! Maid of Athens ! I am gone ; Think of me, sweet, when alone; Though I fly to Istambol, Athens holds my heart and soul. Can I cease to love thee ? No ! Hear my vow before I go, My dearest life, I love you! —=o®o—— THE DREAM. MAID Written I by A L F R E D BUNN, E S Q . Composed ly M . W . BALFE. that I dwelt in marble halls, With vassals and serfs at my side ; And of all who assembled within those walls, That I was the hope and the pride. I had riches too great to count—could boast Of a high ancestral name ; But I also dreamt, which pleas'd me most, That you loved me still the same. That you loved me, you loved me still the same ; That you loved me, you loved me still the same. I dreamt that suitors sought my hand, That knights upon bended knee, And with vows no maiden heart could withstand, They pledged their faith to me. And I dreamt that one of that noble host Came forth that hand to claim ; But I also dreamt, which charm'd me most, That you loved me still the same. That you loved me, you loved me still the same ; That you loved me, you loved me still the same. DREAMT �40 THE BETTER LAND. I H E A R thee speak of the better land, Thou call'st its children a happy band ; Mother ! oh, where is that radiant shore ? Shall we not seek it and weep no more ? Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fire-flies glance through the myrtle boughs ? Not there, not there, my child ! Not there, not there, my child ! Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze ? And strange bright birds on their starry wings Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ? Not there, not there, my child ! Not there, not there, my child ! Is it far away in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold ? Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand ? Is it there, sweet mother ! that better land ? Not there, not there, my child ! Not there, not there, my child! Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy Ear hath not heard its deep songs of j o y ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair; Sorrow and death may not enter there; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ; For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, It is there, 'tis there, my child ! *Tis there, 'tis there, my cnild ! T H E R O S E W I L L C E A S E T O B L O W . THE rose will cease to blow, The eagle turn a dove ; The stream will cease to flow, Ere I will cease to love. Ere I will cease to love, &c. The sun will cease to shine, The world will cease to move ; The stars their light resign, Ere I will cease to love. Ere I will cease to love, �41 S O GENTLY O'ER ME STEALING, S T I L L SO gently o'er me stealing, Memory will bring back the feeling, Spite of all my grief, revealing That I dearly love thee still. Though some other swain may charm thee, Ah! no other e'er can warm me ; Yet, ne'er fear, I will not harm thee; No, thou false one, No, no, I fondly love thee still. All is lost to me for ever Yes, love's sun is set for ever; All is lost, is lost to me. This sad heart Not one fond hope of bliss can know. Still so gently o'er me stealing, Memory will bring back the feeling, Spite of all my grief, revealing That I dearly love thee still. Though some other swain may charm thee* Ah ! no other e'er can warm me; Yet, ne'er fear, I will not harm thee; No, thou false one, No, no, I fondly love thee still. Dost thou speak of me when dreaming i Then a ray of light is beaming, And thy innocence is gleaming : Oh! I love thee, oh ! I dearly love thee still. Now no other swain can charm thee, Thou, my love, shalt ever warm me, And I swear I will not harm thee : Yes, dear one, yes, I love thee still, I love thee, dear one, still. -o®e=— S T I L L M Y N H E E R V A N D U N C K . Yan Dunck, though he never got drunk, Sipp'd brandy and water gaily, And he quench'd his thirst with two quarts of the firstTo a pint of the latter daily : Singing, " Oh ! that a Dutchman's draught could be As deep as the rolling Zuyder Zee." Water well mingled with spirit good store, No Hollander dreams of scorning, But of water alone he drinks no more, Than a rose supplies its bloom on a summer morning. MYNHEER �42 THE DEATH OF NELSON. Words by ARNOLD. Music by ATTWOOD. Sung by BRAHAM. RECITATIVE. Key-note E flat. O'ER Nelson's tomb, with silent grief oppress'd, Britannia mourn'd her hero, now at rest. But those bright laurels ne'er shall fade with years, Whose leaves are water'd by a nation's tears. AIR. Key-note O. 'Twas in Trafalgar's bay, We saw the Frenchmen lay, Each heart was bounding then ; We scorned the foreign yoke— Our ships were British oak, Hearts of oak our men. Our Nelson mark'd them on the wave, Three cheers our gallant seamen gave, Nor thought of home or beauty ; Along the line this signal ran— ** England expects that every man This day will do his duty !" And now the cannons roar Along the affrighted shore— Our Nelson led the way. His ship the Yict'ry named ; Long be that vict'ry famed ! For vict'ry crown'd the day! But dearly was that conquest bought, Too well the gallant hero fought For England, home, and beauty ; He cried, as 'midst the fire he ran— " England expects that every man This day will do his duty !" At last the fatal wound, Which spread dismay around, The hero's breast received: " Heaven fights on our side, The day's our own," he cried ; " Now long enough I've lived! In honour's cause my life was past— In honour's cause I fall at last, For England, home, and beauty !" Thus ending life as he began, England confess'd that every man That day had done his duty. �21 SHALL X, WASTING IN DESPAIR. S H A L L I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair; Shall my cheeks look pale with care Because another's rosy are ? Be she fairer than the day, Or flow'ry meads in May, If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be ? Shall a woman's virtues move Me to perish for her love, Or, her well-deservings known, Make me quite forget my own ? Be she meeker, kinder than The turtle-dove or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be ? Great or good, or kind or fair, I will ne'er the more despair, If she love me, this believe— I will die ere she shall grieve. If she slight me when I woo, I will scorn and let her go ; If she be not fit for me, What care I for whom she be ? WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE. spare that tree! touch not a single bough; In youth it sheltered me, and I'll protect it now : 'Twas my forefather's hand that plac'd it near his c o t ; There, woodman, let it stand: thy axe shall harm it not! That old familiar tree, whose glory and renown [down! Are spread o'er land and sea ; oh ! would'st thou hew it Woodman, forbear thy stroke, cut not its earth-bound Oh! spare that aged oak, high tow'ring to the skies, [ties; In childhood I have slept beneath its genial shade,[play'd; Or thro' its branches crept, and with its hoar leaves Here too our youthful joys—the parent's kind caress, That from the heart ne'er flies, make me that old oak bless. [friend! My heart-strings round thee cling close as thy bark, old Here shall the wild bird sing, and still thy branches bend; Old tree! the storm thou'lt brave: oh ! woodman, leave the spot, While I've a hand to save, thy axe shall harm it not. WOODMAN, �44 THE ROVER'S FLAG, OH, ever a Rover's life for me, A gallant bark and a rolling sea ; On my own proud deck like a king I'll stand, Where brave hearts bow to their chiefs command. With canvas spread where'er I roam, The deep, deep sea to me's a home, <\nd my heart on that would ever be, With the black flag roving gallantly. The deep, deep sea to me's a home, And my heart on that would ever be, With the black flag roving gallantly. The black flag roving gallantly, The black flag roving gallantly. Thro' thunder, storm, and lightning's flash, Onward my bark will proudly dash ; Swift as the flight of the hawk she'll sail, And bravely ride thro' the wildest gale. We'll shun no foe and strike to none, With bright sword gleaming, or mounted gun ; But we'll meet them still on the broad blue sea, With our black flag roving gallantly. The black flag roving gallantly, Oh, we5ii meet them still on the broad blue sea, With our black flag roving gallantly. The black flag roving gallantly, The black flag roving gallantly. ALL'S WELL. by the waning moon, When skies proclaim night's cheerless noon, On tower, or fort, or tented ground, The sentry walks his lonely round ; And should a footstep haply stray Where caution marks the guarded way— Who goes there ? stranger, quickly tell; A friend—the word. Good night; all's well. Or sailing on the midnight deep, When weary messmates soundly sleep, Th*» careful watch patrols the deck, To guard the ship from foes or wreck ; And while his thoughts oft homewards veer, Some friendly voice salutes his ear— What cheer? brother, quickly tell; Above—below. Good night; all's well. DESERTED �45 THE SAILOR'S GRAVE. is in the lone, lone sea, A spot unmark'd but holy, For there the gallant and the free, In his ocean bed lies lowly. Down, down beneath the deep, That oft in triumph bore him, He sleeps a sound and peaceful sleep. With the salt waves dashing o'er him. He sleeps, he sleeps serene and safe, From tempest and from billow, Where storms that high above him chafe, Scarce rock his peaceful pillow\ The sea and him, in death, They did not dare to sever: It was his home when he had breath, 'Tis now his home for ever. Sleep on, sleep on thou mighty dead, A glorious tomb they've found thee, The broad blue sky above thee spread, The boundless ocean round thee. No vulgar foot treads here, No hand profane shall move thee, But gallant hearts shall proudly steer, And warriors shout above thee. THERE WHEN ARTHUR RULED THIS LAND. W H E N Arthur ruled this land, He was a mighty king, Three sons, he swore, he'd turn out of door, Because they could not sing. The first he was a miller, The second he was a weaver, The third he was a little tailor, Three thievish rogues together. The miller he stole corn, The weaver he stole yarn, The little tailor stole a piece of broad cloth, To keep these three rogues warm. The miller was drown'd in his pond, The weaver was hang'd in his yarn, The devil flew away with the little tailor, And the broad cloth under his arm. �46 THE MONKS OF OLD. M A N Y have told of the monks of old, What a saintly race they were ; But 'tis more true, that a merrier crew Could scarce be found elsewhere ! For they sung and laughed, and the rich wine quaffed And liv'd on the daintiest cheer ! For they laugh'd, ha ! ha ! and they quaff'd, ha ! ha! And liv'd on the daintiest cheer ! And then they would jest at the love confessed By many an artless maid, And what hopes and fears they had breathed in the ears Of those who had sought their aid : And they sung and laughed, and the rich wine quaffed, As they told of each love-sick jade. And they laughed, &c. And the abbot meek, with his form so sleek, Was the heartiest of them all; And would take his place with a laughing face, When the refection-bell would call: When they sung and laughed, and the rich wine quaffed, 'Til they shook the olden wall. And they laughed, &c. Then, say what you will, we'll drink to them still, For a jovial band they were ; And 'tis most true, that a merrier crew Could not be found elsewhere ! For they sung and laughed, and the rich wine quaffed, And they lived on the daintiest cheer. And they laughed, &c. OSO- GOOD-BYE. I C N bid you good morning, good day, or good night, A At expense of perhaps one faint sigh, Since I know a few hours will renew my delight;— But, oh ! when I bid you good-bye— My tongue becomes dull, and my heart becomes chill, And warm tears shut out light from each eye ; My soul feels forebodings of deadliest ill, When I try, love, to bid you good-bye. Then send me not from you, love, do let me stay, For I can't speak the word if I try ; Morn and eve I will wish you good night and good day, But I can't, nor I won't say good-bye ! � Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. 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Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: 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/8e22aa2e72f9186a51a2c295c7441a47.pdf 1b50487801753adf2747cf05eaf3f301 PDF Text Text LIBRARY OF FAIRY TALES. GLASGOW C A M E R O N AND & LONDON: F E R G U S O N . PRICE ONE P E N N Y . ��LIBRARY OF FAIRY TALES. THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. ��THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. HERE was a prince of Persia named Khosrousah, who, when he first came to his crown, in order to obtain a knowledge of the world, took great pleasure in night adventures. He often disguised himself, attended by a trusty m i n i s t e r , also disguised, and rambled through the whole city. One evening as he went through a street in that part of the town inhabited only by the meaner sort of people, he heard some people talking very loud: and going up close to the house from whence the noise came, and looking through a crack in the door, perceived a light, and three sisters sitting on a sofa conversing together after supper. By what the eldest said, he presently understood the subject of their discourse was "wishes," "for," said she, "since we have got upon wishes, mine shall be to have the sultan's baker for my husband; for then I shall eat my fill of that bread, which, by way of excellence is called the sultan's bread; let us see if your tastes are as good as mine." " For my part," replied the second sister, " I wish I was the sultan's chief cook's wife, for then I should eat of the most excellent ragouts, and as I am persuaded that the sultan's bread is common in the palace, I should not want any of that; therefore, you see, sister," addressing herself to her eldest sister, " I have a better taste than you,'' �4 THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. Then the youngest sister, who was very beautiful, and had more charms and wit than the eldest two, spoke in her turn. " For my part, sisters," said she, " I shall not limit my desires to such trifles, but take a higher flight ; and since we are upon wishing, I wish to be the sultan's wife." The three sisters' wishes, particularly the youngest's, seemed so singular to the Sultan Khosrousah, that he resolved to gratify them in their desires ; and without communicating this his design to his grand vizier, he charged him only to take notice of the house, and bring the three sisters before him next day. �THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. 5 In the morning the grand vizier brought the three sisters to the palace and presented them to the sultan, who said to them, " Do you remember the wishes you made last night, when you were all in so pleasant a mood?" At these unexpected words the three sisters were very much confounded. They cast down their eyes and blushed, and the colour which rose in the cheeks of the youngest quite captivated the heart of the sultan. Modesty and fear lest they might have offended the sultan by their discourse, kept them silent. The sultan perceiving it, to encourage them, said, " Fear nothing, I did not send for you to distress you, and as I know myself the wish of each, I will relieve you from your fears. You," added he, " that wished to be my wife, you shall have your desire this day; and you," continued he, addressing himself to the eldest two sisters, " you shall also be married to my chief baker and cook." The nuptials were all celebrated that day, as the sultan had resolved, according to the quality and distinction of their husbands. The two elder sisters felt strongly the disproportion of their marriages to that of their younger sister. This consideration made them far from being content, though they were arrived at the utmost height of their wishes, and much beyond their hopes. They gave themselves up to an excess of jealousy which not only disturbed their joy, but was the cause of great troubles and afflictions to the sultaness, their younger sister. The two elder sisters allowed their jealousy to interfere so far, that before many months were over, they bore a violent hatred to their sister ; while she, instead of priding herself on her high position and becoming vain as many young ladies do in like circumstances, retained the same lively affection toward her sisters, and loved them as cordially as before. The two thus eaten up with jealousy and hatred, took good care to conceal their feelings, although meeting privately every day to concoct plans for their sister's downfall. After many meetings had been held and many plans discussed, they �6 THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. finally settled upon one, whose accomplishment they forthwith set about. Entering their sister's chamber they begged of her that she would intercede with the sultan to permit them to attend upon her and the child which she was going to present to the sultan in a few days. The sultan readily granted their request, and they were duly installed as the sultaness's nurses. When the young prince was born, neither his innocence nor beauty were capable of moving the cruel hearts of the merciless sisters ; but, wrapping him carelessly up in a blanket, they put him into a basket, which they abandoned to the stream of a small canal which ran under the sultaness's apartment, and declared that no prince had been born, but a little dead dog, which they produced. In the meantime the basket in which the little prince was exposed was carried by the stream beyond a wall which bounded the prospect of the sultaness's apartment, and from thence floated with the current down the gardens. By chance the intendant of the sultan's garden was walking by the side of this canal, and perceiving a basket floating on it he drew it to the side, when to his great surprise he discovered a beautiful little boy lying in it. Carefully he lifted him up and carried him home, and upon entering his wife's apartment he exclaimed, " Wife, as we have no children of our own, God has sent us one." The intendant's wife received the child with great joy and took particular pleasure in the care of him. The year after, another prince was born, who was treated in the same manner as his brother; the sisters this time producing a dead cat in his place. Fortunately he was discovered in the same manner by the intendant, who carried him home to his wife. The third time, a princess was born who shared the like fate with her brothers, the sisters presenting a piece of wood to the sultan as his offspring at this time; and, as on the two former occasions, so on this, she providentially fell into the intendant's hands, who �THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. 7 �8 THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. placed her in his wife's possession, beside her brothers, with a strict charge to take particular care of them, as he had a pretty good idea to whom they belonged. Meanwhile, the sultan who had been greatly grieved at the previous mishaps, was now fearfully enraged, and could no longer contain himself. He pronounced the sentence of death against the sultaness, but, at the grand vizier's intercession, he commuted the punishment to confinement. The poor sultaness, the victim of her sisters' unnatural hatred, was dragged from the palace, and, attired in the coarsest habit, was locked into an old wooden shed. The two princes and the princess were nursed and brought up by the intendant of the gardens and his wife with all the tenderness of a father and mother. When the proper time arrived, masters were provided to teach them to read and write. The rapidity of their progress was such that their masters were completely astounded, and after teachers from all places had been brought who taught them even the secret sciences, they drank in knowledge so quickly that their masters were compelled to grant that they could teach them no farther. The intendant was so overjoyed to find his adopted children so accomplished in body and mind, that he resolved to be at still greater expense. For this purpose he bought a large estate and a beautiful house in the country, and having obtained leave from the sultan, he retired to his new residence with his three adopted children, the Princes Bahman and Perviz, and the Princess Parizade. His wife had been dead some years, and he himself had not lived above six months with them before he was surprised with so sudden a death that he had not time to give them an account of their birth. One day while the two princes were hunting, and the princess remained at home, a religious old woman came to the gate, asking admittance. The princess took her in and gave her something to eat. Happening to ask �THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. 9 the old woman what she thought of the house, the woman replied that it was perfect, with the exception of three things. Being pressed by the princess to name them, she answered, " The first is the Speaking Bird, called Bulbulkezer, which is so singular a bird that it can draw all the singing birds in the neighbourhood round it. The second is the Singing Tree, the leaves of which are so many mouths which form a harmonious concert of different voices, and never cease. The third is the Yellow Water, of gold colour, a single drop of which, poured into a vessel properly prepared, increases and fills it immediately, and rises up in the middle like a fountain, which continually plays in it, and yet the basin never overflows." The princess was very anxious to discover where such wondrous things could be obtained, and would not let the old woman depart till she had informed her. Her brothers, when they returned in the evening, instead of meeting her at the door as usual, found her sitting where the old woman had left her, lost in thought. After learning the circumstances connected with the devout old woman's visit, Prince Bahman re-resolved to undertake the work of securing the bird, the tree, and the water; and having been told that it was twenty days' journey on the road to India where they were to be found, he set off in the morning, after giving his sister a dagger which would become stained with blood if anything should befall him on the way. On the twentieth day, after bidding adieu to the prince and princess, Prince Bahman perceived on the roadside a hideous old man, whom he asked to direct him to the place where he would find the things he sought. The dervise— for such was the old man—tried to persuade the prince not to go, " for," said he, " many a gentleman have I directed to the place you seek, and on the same errand, and never one have I ever beheld again." The prince, however, would not be dissuaded, so the dervise continued, " Since I cannot prevail on you to remain, take this bowl and when you are on horseback throw it be- �10 THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. you, and follow it to the foot of the mountain, where it will stop. As soon as the bowl stops, alight, and leave your horse with the bridle over his neck, and he will stand in the same place till you return. As you go up the hill you will see on your right and left hand a great quantity of large black stones, and will hear on all sides of you a confusion of voices which will say a thousand injurious things to you to discourage you, and prevent your climbing to the top of the hill; be not afraid : but above all things do not turn your head to look behind you, for in that instant you will be turned into such a block of stone as those you see, which are all so many gentlemen who had failed in this enterprise. Prince Bahman followed the instructions of the dervise minutely in every particular till he came to the foot of the hill, when he began to ascend ; but before he had taken six steps he heard the voices mentioned by the dervise, although he could see nobody. Some said " Where is that fool going ?" " What would he have ? do not let him pass." Others said, " Stop him, catch him, kill him." And others with a voice like thunder, " Thief, assassin, murderer." Notwithstanding these troublesome voices, Prince Bahman ascended with courage and resolution for some time, but the voices increasing in numbers and din, so near him, both behind and before, at last he was seized with fear, his legs trembled under him, he staggered, and presently finding that his strength failed him, he forgot the dervise's advice, turned about to run down the hill, and was that instant changed into a block of stone." On the fatal day on which Prince Bahman was turned into a block of stone, the princess as usual pulled out the dagger to see how her brother did, and lo ! the blood was running down the point! The prince and princess were greatly affected by the fate of their brother, yet nothing could deter Prince Perviz from following his brother's footsteps; and accordingly the next morning he set out, leaving his sister, instead of a knife, a string of pearls which would run upon the string before �THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. 11 if he was well and in life, and if not, would stand still. On the evening of the twentieth day after the departure of Prince Perviz the pearls stood still, and the princess knew that he also was no more. Determined that if they were dead she also would die, she set out that very night to discover either what had become of them or perish in the attempt. In due time she met with the same old dervise who had spoken to her brothers, and from him received the same instructions. Knowing that the voices were the cause of her brothers' failure, by the great din they created, she took the precaution of stopping her ears with cotton. Coming to the hill the voices began to utter their cries, but so muffled were the sounds on account of the cotton, that she was not in the least frightened, but bravely she continued her course till she reached the very top, when, perceiving the cage and the bird she ran forward and seizing the cage, exclaimed, " Bird, I have you in spite of you, and you shall not escape me." The bird swore inviolable fidelity to her, and promised to accomplish whatever she desired. After securing a branch of the singing tree and a bottle of the yellow water, she bade the bird transform all the blocks of stone into their original shape, when to her astonishment her brothers stood before her in a moment, holding their horses by their bridles; while down the hill on all sides galloped hundreds of horses with their riders, who had been petrified in like manner with the Princes Bahman and Perviz. As soon as the princess came home she placed the cage in the garden and immediately it was surrounded by all the singing birds in the neighbourhood. The branch of the singing tree was planted in the parterre, and in a short time became a large tree whose leaves kept up a continual concert. The yellow water she poured into a basin, and forthwith arose a splendid fountain twenty feet high. �12 THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. After devoting a considerable time to admiration of their new possessions, the princes resumed their former way of living, and as their usual diversion was hunting, they mounted their horses and went two or three leagues from their house. When they had hunted for an hour or two, they dismounted from their horses, and tying them to trees they took different routes in order to beat up game. Prince Bahman wandered in one direction and Prince Perviz in another, and when the latter was emerging from a clump of trees he saw a company of horsemen and the sultan riding in front. Just at this moment the sultan's horse became unmanageable, and when Prince Perviz looked for the cause he saw a huge bear rising from the foot of a tree a little in front; the sultan had his scimitar drawn ready to strike at the bear, but the horse, which had not as yet been much accustomed to hunting, leapt aside and nearly overthrew the sultan ; but before �THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. 13 the horsemen and those in attendance could recover from the confusion, arising from the plunging of the sultan's horse, Prince Perviz had rushed up behind the animal, and with one thrust of his javelin pierced it through and through. So soon as the sultan had dismounted, he returned thanks to Prince Perviz in the most grateful manner, and after admiring the good air and mien of the prince, he asked him who he was, and where he lived. " Sir," said Prince Perviz, "I am one of the sons of your majesty's late intendant of your gardens. We live in a house which he built, a little before he died, for us to live in till we should be fit to serve your majesty, and ask of you some employment when opportunity offered." " By what I perceive from you," replied the sultan, " you love hunting." "Sir," answered Prince Perviz, " i t is our common exercise, and what none of your majesty's subjects who intend to bear arms in your armies, ought, according to the ancient custom of the kingdom, to neglect." The sultan, charmed with so prudent an answer, said, " Since it is so, I should like to see you hunt game with us." One of the attendants immediately dismounted, and Prince Perviz leapt upon the horse's back with so much grace and agility, that the sultan was more and more charmed. After hunting for two hours more, during which the sultan never ceased commending the courage and intrepidity displayed by Prince Perviz, the hunt was brought to a conclusion. Prince Bahman who had lost all traces of his brother, and wondering what had become of him, went in pursuit ; and while traversing the forest in the direction his brother had gone, he suddenly came upon the sultan's company, with his brother riding amongst them. Prince Perviz, so soon as he had noticed the prince his brother, ran forward to meet him, and returning to the sultan, they both prostrated themselves at his feet. The sultan bade them rise, whereupon Prince Perviz introduced his brother to the sultan, who seemed mightily pleased with both; in short, the sultan Khosrousah �14 THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. conceived so kindly a feeling for the two princes, that he invited them to make him a visit; to which Prince Bahman replied, " Your majesty does us an honour we do not deserve, and we beg you will excuse us." The sultan, who could not understand why they should refuse this token of his favour, pressed them to divulge the reason. " Sir,'' said Prince Bahman, " we have a sister younger than us with whom we live in such perfect union, that we undertake and do nothing before we consult her." " I commend your brotherly affection," answered the sultan, " consult your sister, and come here to-morrow hunting, and give me your answer." On the morrow the princes set out to the place appointed and began to hunt. The sultan also, r e m e m b e r i n g his engagement, assembled his horsemen, and arrived at the hunting ground in time to see Prince Bahman in pursuit of two monstrous lions, single handed, and with only one weapon. Prince Perviz stood looking carelessly on, as if there �THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. 15 were not the least danger in the world, so confident was he in the prowess of his brother; and but a few minutes were required to relieve the anxiety of the sultan, for he had the gratification of seeing the lions, one after the other, laid dead at Prince Bahman's feet. When the princes came up with the sultan, he inquired if they had consulted their sister about paying hima visit, and being answered in the affirmative, he commanded the attendants to go before him to the palace, as he would not join in the hunt that day. The princes were conducted into the sultan's palace, where they received as much honour and attention as if the secret of their birth were actually known. On the following day, after the princes had returned home, the sultan paid the princess a visit, so eager was he to see the young lady who could hold such an influence over her brothers by affection alone. So soon as the Princess Perizade beheld the sultan approaching, she ran to the bird and asked what she should prepare for the sultan's entertainment, when the bird replied, " Good mistress, you have excellent cooks, let them do their best ; but, above all, prepare a dish of cucumbers stuffed full of pearls, and set it before him." As the sultan approached the house he was charmed with the wonderful music which he heard, and the princess appearing, he demanded the cause of it. When the tree was pointed out to him, his amazement knew no bounds, but seeing the fountain of golden water, he exclaimed, " What marvels are these I behold, I verily knew not that such things were so near my own palace." The princess conducted the sultan to the apartment where the tables were laid, and seeing the cucumbers which looked very tempting, he stretched forth his hand and took i t ; but when he cut it, he was in extreme surprise to find it stuffed with pearls. " What novelty is this, " said he, looking at the princess for an explanation, when the bird interrupted him, saying, "Can your majesty be in so great astonishment at cucumbers stuffed with pearls, and yet you could so easily believe that the �16 THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. sultaness, your wife, brought you for sons and daughter, a dead dog, cat, and a piece of stick ! The two brothers and sister who now entertain you are your own children." This discourse of the bird cleared up the sultan's understanding, and he immediately saw that he had been deceived by the sultaness's two sisters. After embracing his newly found children, he returned to the palace, and restored the sultaness to all her former splendour; and when he had presented the princes and princess to their mother, he instructed the executioner to seize the wives of the chief cook and baker, and take them to execution ; and in less than an hour could be seen on the gates of the palace the heads of the two Envious Sisters. Dunn & Wright, Printers, Glasgow. ��"FAIRY TALES" SERIES OF CHILDREN'S PICTURE BOOKS, CONTAINING SEVERAL INTERESTING TALES NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED IN THIS FORM, AND ILLUSTRATED WITH BEAUTIFUL NEW ENGRAVINGS. • 1. Abdalla, or the Palace of Jewels. 2. Prince Beder and the Magician Queen. 3. 4. 5. 6. The The The The Enchanted Horse. Fairy Bride and Prince Ahmed. Unjust Merchant, and the Jar of Gold. Envious Sisters. 7. Cogia Hassan, and How he Became Rich. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. Noureddin and the Persian Beauty. Cinderella, or the Little Glass Slipper. Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves. Adventures of Sinbad the Sailor. Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp. History of Blue Beard. THE "OLD FAVOURITE" SERIES. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. Jack the Giant Killer. Jack and the Bean Stalk. The Babes in the Wood. The History of Little Red Riding Hood. The Story of Whittington and his Cat. Gulliver's Travels. The Adventures of Mother Hubbard and her Dog. Life and Death of Cock Robin. The Sleeping Beauty in the Wood. The Story of Goody Two Shoes. The Adventures of Puss in Boots. The Marriage of Cock Robin and Jenny Wren. The Pictorial and Amusing Alphabet. GLASGOW CAMERON AND & LONDON: FERGUSON. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/698c48ab97670b843fa99227f524e95b.jpg 89c2270a4293f0ecd4362ce04e564a34 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 3645 Width 2177 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 Envious Sisters. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923307263505154">s0443b16</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Library of Fairy Tales. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [ca 1870] per National Library of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 16 pages 17 cm Description An account of the resource Colour illustration of two women being watched by a man from behind a curtain on the title-page. Price one penny. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Chapbooks-Scotland-London Children's stories 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/b2aba741e2bc86469679c861f268f5ee.pdf 3f501d61fa3f95d33f45ae6f47ddfd19 PDF Text Text THE Ewie wi' the Crooked Horn; TO WHICH ARE ADDED, She lives in the Valley below, THE STAR OF THE The Mill, ON EAST, Mill, O, FRIENDSHIP. GLASGOW: Printed for the Booksellers. 1828. �E W I E WI' T H E CROOKED HORN. O were I able to rehearse, My ewie's praise in proper verse, I'd sound it baith as loud and fierce, As ever piper's drone could blaw. T h e ewie wi' the crooked horn, Weel deserves baith girse and corn, Sic a ewie ne'er was born, Hereabout nor far awa. I neither needed tar nor keel, T o mark her upon hip or heel, H e r crooked horn did as weel T o ken her by amang them a'. She never threaten'd scab nor rot, But keepit ay her ain jog trot, Baith to the fauld and to the cot, W a s never sweer to lead or ca'. Cauld nor hunger never dang her, W i n d nor rain could never wrang her, Ance she lay a ouk and langer, Furth aneath a wreath of snaw. W h e n ither ewies lap the dyke, And ate the kail, for a' the tyke, My ewie never did the like, But toss'd about the barn wa'. �3 A better nor a thriftier beast, Nae honest man could weel hae wist, For, silly thing, she never mist T o hae ilk year a lamb or twa. The first she had I gae to Jock, T o be to him a kind of stock, And now the laddie has a flock Of mair than thirty head ava. I looked aye at e'ening for her, Lest mishanter should come o'er her, Or the fumart would devour her, If the beastie bade awa. Yet last ouk for a' my keeping, W h a can speak it without weeping, A villain cam when I was sleeping, Aud staw my ewie, horn and a'. I sought her sair upon the morn, And down beneath a bush o' thorn I fand my ewie's crooked horn, But my ewie was awa. But gin I had the loon that did it, I hae sworn asw e e las said it, Though a' t h e warld should forbid it, I wad gie his neck a thraw. I never met wi sic a turn As this since ever I was born, My ewie wi' the crooked horn, Silly ewie stown awa. �4 O had she died o' As ewies do when I t wadna been by Sae sair a heart crook or cauld, they are auld, ,ony fauld, to ane o's a'. For a' the claith that we hae worn, Frae her and her's sae aften shorn, T h e loss o' her I could hae borne, H a d fair strae death taen her awa. But thus poor thing to lose her life, Aneath a greedy villain's knife, I'm really fear'd that our gudewife, Shall never win about ava. O all ye bards beneath Kinghorn, Call your muses up and mourn, Our ewie wi the crooked horn, Is stown frae us and felled an a'. SHE L I V E S I N T H E V A L L E Y B E L O W . T h e broom bloomed so fresh and so fair, T h e lambkins were sporting around, W h e n I wandered to breathe the fresh air, And by chance a rich treasure I found, A lass s a t beneath a green shade, For whose smiles the world I'll forego; As blooming as May was the maid, And she lives in the valley, she lives in the valley, the valley below. �5 H e r song struck my ears with surprise, H e r voice like the nightingale sweet, But love took his seat in her eyes, There beauty and innocence meet: From that moment my heart was her own, For her every wish I'd forego, She's beauteous as roses just blown, And she lives in the valley below. My cottage with woodbine o'ergrown, T h e sweet turtle dove cooing round, My flocks and my herds are my own, My pastures with hawthorn are bound. All my riches I'll lay at her feet, If her heart in return she'll bestow, For no pastime can cheer my retreat, While she lives in the valley below. T H E STAR OF T H E EAST. Of late you have heard of two lovers, T h a t lived near yon castle so high ; To the greenwoods they oftimes resorted, While the owl from the forest did cry. W h e n he gazed on the blooming young creature, Her beauteous enchanting eyes, Evinced her heart it was captured By one that soon did her despise. They ranged the woods with great pleasure; Their weary limbs oft did repose; A large spreading oak was their covert, 'Twas there they their minds did disclose. �6 He told her, her worth was so precious, That he never could her deceive, Enraptured with love she exclaimed, If you do my death on you I'll leave. T h e rays of her pleasure shone brighter, Than the beams from the sun from on high, But a dark dismal cloud soon appeared, Proclaiming her ruin was nigh. A breeze from that ocean of falsehood, Did poison her pleasure with woe, Till the heart of this young blooming creature, With sorrow was made for to flow. Unmoved with the groans that she uttered H e wantonly to her did say, For marriage I am not disposed, Then homeward he set on his way. She cried, remember your promise, For you know unto you I'm with child, Aspiring for one that was greater, T h e Star of the East he beguiled. Distracted she ran through the woodlands, Her bosom still heaving with pain ; No answer was made to her sighing, But the rocks that re-echoed again Soon death's icy drops hang suspended, On the brow of this beauty betrayed, T o those boisterous waves she's now bended, ln death's robes she now is arrayed. W h e n I visit the tomb of this lassie, Some spirit it whispers to me, A victim to Love lies here buried, Where youth bloomed in every eye. �7 N o more by yon castle she wanders, T o love she is no more a slave, Bereaved of all earthly comforts, She mouldering now lies in her grave. T H E M I L L , M I L L , O. Beneath a green shade I fand a fair maid, W a s sleeping sound and still, O ; A ' lowan wi' love, my fancy did rove, Around her wi' good will, O. Her bosom I prest, but sunk in her rest, she stirr'd na my joy to spill, O : While kindly she slept close to her I crept; A n d kiss'd, and kiss'd her my fill, O. Oblig'd by command in Flanders to land, T' employ my courage and skill, O, Frae her quietly I staw, hoist sails and awa, For the wind blew fair on the billow. Twa years brought me hame, whar loud raising fame Tauld me, wi' a voice right shrill, O, My lass, like a fool, had mounted the stool, Nor kend wha had done her the ill, O. Mair fond o' her charms, wi' my son in her arms, I ferlying spier'd how she fell, O , W i ' the tear in her ee, quo' she, let me die, Sweet Sir, gin I can tell, O But love gave command, I took her by the hand, A n d bade a' her fears dispel, O , A n d nae mair look wan, for I was the man, Wha had done her the deed mysel, O. �8 My bonny sweet lass, on the gowany grass, Beneath the shilling Hill, O, If I did offence, I'se mak ye amends, Before I leave Peggy's mill, O. O the mill mill O, and the kill kill O, And the coggin o' the wheel, O, The sack and the sieve, a' that ye maun leave, A n d round wi' a sodger reel, O. ON F R I E N D S H I P . The world, my dear Myra, is full of deceit, A n d friendship's a jewel we seldom can meet, H o w strange does it seem that in searching around, That source of content is so rare to be found! O Friendship ! thou balm and rich sweet'ner of life, Kind parent of ease, and composer of strife; Without thee, alas ! what are riches and pow'r, But empty delusion, the joys of an hour. How much to be priz'd and esteem'd is a friend, On whom we may always with safety depend; Our joys when extended will always increase, A n d griefs, when divided, are hush'd into peace. When fortune is smiling what crowds will appear, Their kindness to offer, and friendship sincere ; Yet change but the prospect and point out distress, N o longer to court you they eagerly press. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8edbd2339f839ad5ec576c132f0cba14.jpg 31cec18513b91fc1c22ba1d3c4453fa4 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3190 Width 2009 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 Ewie wi' the Crooked Horn; To which are added, She lives in the Valley below, The Star of the East, The Mill, Mill, O, On Friendship. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1828 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923309773505154">s0440b37</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. She lives in the Valley below, The Star of the East, The Mill, Mill, O. On Friendship. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a cow on the title-page. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland&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 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Burns, Robert, 1759-1796 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: Printed for the Booksellers