4 10 639 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/aaf07b3ccb960334c9b24566cc23a47b.jpg 3d36ceabd990e04e93ef0ce2e72828c4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut on title-page portraying an old man wearing a wig and dressed in a coat and collar https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/d09bb33c4c6eca8df230078ab3a141b8.pdf 7882f8e9f4e9c795de5a643e490b3668 PDF Text Text THE PLANT OF RENOWN: TWO SERMONS, PREACIIED BY TIIB EEV. EBENEZER ERSKINE, LATE MINISTER OF TIIE GOSPEL IN STIRLING. GLASGOW: �f' - '.mfOVMA aiiT *0 i / AJ I r r ( , . a « O F : : 18' 0 7 M t 7 a a • ini . a m l h a a & a a s a 7 a *i a . v a *i ?.» &vi?.<)\> am r.naiziM MW 1 t w <1. fell rffonp/AJ^ Il a5I?IJT38HO0f{ aitT AOS (IT! ,'IH'I Ml m U |1 �T H E PLANT OF RENOWN. SERMON I. EZEKIEL, xxxiv. 29. And I will raise tip for them a Plant of Renown. I we cast our eyes back upon tlie foregoing part F of this chapter, we shall find a very melancholy scene casting up; we shall find the flock and heritage of God scattered, robbed and peeled by tho civil and ecclesiastical rulers that were in being in that day ; a day much like to the day wherein we live: the ruin of the church of Christ in all ages and periods of the world, has been owing to combinations betwixt corrupt churchmen, and corrupt statesmen ; and so you will find it In the preceding part of this chapter there is a high charge brought in against the Shepherds of Israel, and ft terrible and awful threatening denounced by tho great and chief shepherd against them, for the bad treatment that the flock of Christ had met with in their hands : However the sheep of Christ may be fleeced, and scattered, and spoiled, yet the Lord looks on them ; and many great and precious promises are made for their encouragement in that evil day ; you may read them at your own leisure, for I must not stay upon them just now, But �4 among all the rest of the promises that are made, Christ is the chief; Christ is the To-look of the church, whatever trouble she be in. In the 7th chapter of Isaiah, the church had a trembling heart, God's Israel was shaken as ever you saw the leaves of the wood shaken by the wind, by reason of two Kings combining against them: Well, the Lord tells them, " A Virgin shall conceive and bear a Son* and call his name IMMANUEL." But, might not tbs Church say, what is that to us ? What encouragement doth this afford in the present distress ? hy, the Messiah is to come of the tribe of Judah and the family of David ; and therefore that tribe and family must be preserved, in order to the accomplishment of that promise. Whatever distance of time, suppose hundreds or thousands of years, may intervene before the actual coming of the Messiah ; yet the promise of his coming, as it is the ground of your faith for eternal salvation, so it is a security for the present, that the enemy shall not prevail, to the total ruin of Judah and the royal family of David. In all the distresses of the church, Christ is always presented to her, in the promise, as the object of her faith, and the ground of her consolation ; and accordingly," They looked to him," in the promise, and were lightened ; and their faces were not ashamed." He is here promised under the notion of God's Servant; audi in the words of the text, he is promised as a Renowned Plant, that was to rise in the fulness of time. And, blessed be God, he has sprung up, and is in heaven already, and has overtopt all his ernemies, and all his enemies shall be his foot-stool. jFirst, Here then, you have a comfortable promise of the Messiah ; where, again, you may notice the prom iser; /, / will raise up, <&c. It is a great �indeed; it is JEHOVAH, in the person of the F a t h e r : It was he that in a peculiar manner, sent him ; " God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever belie ve'th in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.— In the fulness of time he sent forth his Son, made of a woman, made under the law, to redeem them that were under the law, that we might receive the adoption of Sons." God promised to send him, and accordingly he has actually fulfilled his promise. Again, Secondly, We may notice the blessing promised, and that is, a Plant of Renown.—Christ gets a great many metaphorical names and descriptions in Scripture :—Sometimes he is called a Rose, sometimes he is called a Sun, and sometimes he is called a Door ; sometimes he is called the Tree of Life ; sometimes he is called one thing, and sometimes another ; And he is content to be called any thing, to make himself known to us; and here he is called a Plant, and a Renowned Plant; but more of this afterwards. But then. Thirdly, We have the production of this Plant, I will raise him up. Hell will endeavour to keep him down ; the Devil and his Angels will endeavour to smother him, when he sets his head above ground : So we find Satan sends Herod, and Herod sends the Bloody Dragoons to murder him, when he came into tlie world• But let hell do its utmost, as it hath done in all ages, and is doing this day, to smother that plant, up it will be ; I ivill raise him up, and therefore he shall prosper. But then again, Fourthly, We may notice here, for whom, or for what end, for whose use and benefit it is: I will raise up for them a Plant of Renown. Who �tliese are, you will sco by casting your eye on the former part of this chapter; it is for the Lord's flock, his oppressed heritage, that are borne down by wicked rulers, civil and ecclesiastic : I will raise up for them a Plant of Renown, and ho will be their deliverer. The doctrine that naturally arises from this first clause of the verse, is in short this, That Christ is a Plant of Renown, of God's raising up, for the benefit and advantage of his people, or for their comfort and relief in all their distresses; he is a Renowned Plant of God's raising up." Now, in discoursing this doctrine, if time and strength would allow, I might, First, Premise a few things concerning this blessed Plant. Secondly, I might enquire, why ho is called a Plant of Renown ? Thirdly, Speak a little to the raising up of this Plant. Fourthly, For whom he is raised up. Fifthly, For what end. And then, Lastly, Apply. As to the first of these, namely, First, To premise a few things concerning this blessed Plant. First, I would haye you to know what is here attributed and ascribed to Christ: It is not to be understood absolutely of him as God, but officially as he is Mediator and Redeemer. Considering him absolutely as God, this cannot be properly said of him, that he was raised up: for he is God co-equal and co-essential with the Father; But viewing him as Mediator, he is a Plant, as it wero of God's training. You will see from the context, all that is said of Christ has a respect to him as a 44 �7 Mediator, that ho was to bo God's Servant to do his work: In that consideration he is here called a Plant, and, a Plant of Benown. Hence, Zacharias, when speaking of him, has a phrase much to the same purpose ; " He hath raised up a Horn of Salvation for us in the house of his servant David* Again, Secondly, Another thing I would have you to remark, is, That this Plant is but small and little in the eyes of a blind world. He was little looked upon when he sprung up in his Incarnation ; and when he was here in a state of humiliation, men looked upon him " as a Root sprung up out of a dry ground; they saw no comeliness in him why he should be desired." And to this day, though he be in a state of exaltation at the right hand of God, yet he is little thought of, and looked upon, by the generality of mankind, and the hearers of the gospel; He is despised and rejected of men. But then, Thirdly, Another thing I would have y<ra to remark, is, That however contemptible this Plant of Renown is in the eyes of a blind world, yet he is the tallest Plant in all God's Lebanon, there is not the like of him in it, " He is fairer than the children of men and, " He is as the apple-tree among the trees of the wood,' If ever you saw him, you will be ready to say so too, and with David* " Whom have I in heaven but thee ? and there is none upon the earth that I desire besides thee." Again, Fourthly, Another thing I remark, is, That this blessed Plant of Renown, he was cut down in his death, and sprung up gloriously in his resurrection ; the sword of divine justice hewed down this Plant upon Mount Calvary, but within three days he 1 �8 sprung up again more glorious and more beautiful and amiable than ever ; arid He was declared to be the Son of God with power, according to tho Spirit of holiness, b j his resurrection from the dead." Lastly, I would have you to remark, that all the little plants in the garden are ingrafted in this Plant of Renown: " I am the Vine, ye are the branches; he that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: For without me ye can do nothing—I am a green fir tree, from me is thy fruit found." If you be not ingrafted firs, in this Plant, you will never grow; and all the trees that are not planted in him, they are all but weeds. There is a time coming when all the weeds will be plucked up, and therefore take heed that you be ingrafted in him by a faith of God's operation. So much for the first thing I proposed. The second thing was to shew, that he is a Renowned Plant. He is renowned in heaven, and he is renowned on earth, and will be so, For his name shall endure for ever, Psal. lxxii. 17. 0 he is renowned! For what, say you, is he renowned ? I might here enter upon a very large field ; I shall only tell you, 1. That he is renowned in his Person, There was never the like of him ! The two natures, God and Man, are joined together in one, in him : Did you ever see that ? If you have not seen that, you have not seen the Mystery of Godliness : lie is the most renowned person in heaven ; but he is I M God manifested in the flesh.—Then he is, 2. Renowned for his Pedigree: Who can declare his Generation ? Considering him as God, his eternal generation from the Father cannot be 44 MANUEL, �9 told. We can tell you he is the only begotten of the Father, but we cannot tell you the manner o his generation ; it is a secret that God has drawn a vail upon, and it is dangerous to venture into a search of it; and they that have attempted it, have commonly been boged into Arian, Arminian, and Sabellian errors. Considering him as man, he is sprung of a race of ancient Kings, a famous catalogue of them you read of in first of Matthew.—And who can declare his generation even as man ? For he was born of a Virgin, and conceived by the overshadowing power of the Highest. Then, 3. He is renowned for his name.— He hath a Name above every name that can be named, whether in this world or that which is to come." 4. He is renowned for his Wisdom.—For, All the treasures of wisdom and knowledge are in him." 5. He is renowned for his Power.—For he is not only the Wisdom of God, but the Poicer of God« He is the Man of God's right hand, even the Son of Man, whom he hath made strong for himself." 6. He is renowned for his Veracity and Fidelity. For, Faithfulness is the girdle of his loins." Have you got a word from him ? Depend upon it, it is a sicker word, it does not fail: The word of the Lord endures for ever, when heaven and earth shall pass away 7. He is renowned for his Righteousness. For, He hath brought in an everlasting Righteousness, whereby the Law is magnified and made honourable ;" and by the imputation of which, the guilty transgressors are acquitted : He was made sin for us, who knew no sin, that we might be 4 44 44 44 44 44 44 �10 made the Righteousness of God in h i m T h a t is liis Name, The Lord our Righteousness. 8 He is renowned for his fulness.—For, " All the fulness of the Godhead dwells bodily in him He is full of grace and truth ; full of all created and uncreated excellencies. 9. He is renowned for his Love.—What but love brought him out of the bosom of the Father to this lower world ? What but love made him lay down his life for his people ? 10. He is renowned for his Liberality. He has a full hand and a free heart, as we use to say ; he gives without money, and he invites all to come &nd share of his fulness. 11. He is renowned for his Constancy. He is Jesus Christ, the same to-day, yesterday and for ever." The best of men, will fail us when we trust them ; they will run like splinters into our hands, when we lean upon them: But, sirs, you will find Christ always the same, to-day, yesterday and for ever. And then, 12. He is renowned for nis Authority and Dominion. It is great, and extends far and wide, whether in heaven above, or in the earth beneath: And his dominion reaches "from sea to sea, and* from the river unto the ends of the e a r t h A n d all the kings of the earth are but his vassals Thus, I say, Christ in every respect is renowned. But here, to keep by the phraseology of the text, He is a renowned Plant: Wherein is he renowned ? First, I say he is renowned for his Antiquity: I was set up from everlasting, from the beginning, or ever the earth was," &c. All the plants in the higher and lower gardens of God, they are but just upstarts in comparison of him: Angels a&d Arch-angels, and the greatest Seraphims are �11 but of yesterday, in comparison of this Plant. He is renowned for his Antiquity, for he is, " The Ancient of days, and the Eyerlasting Father," Isaiah, 9th chapter. N.B.—Here he was desired to conclude his Discourse, in respect the Work in the Church was over, and that he might give way to another Minister that was to preach the Evening Sermon, SERMON II. xxxiv. 29. And I will raise up for them a Plant of Renown. I had occasion, upon a solemnity of this nature, not long ago, to enter upon these words, but had not time to go far into the import of them. After I had traced the connection of the words a little, I took them up in the few following particulars. 1. We have here a great blessing promised unto the church ; and that is none other than Christ, under the notion of a Prince, and A Plant of Renown. 2. We have the Party by whom this promise is made, in the pronoun /,—I JEHOVAH, the Eternal GOD, I will raise up for them a Plant of Renown. EZEKIEL, �12 3. We have tlie way how this Plant of Renown is raised ; And I will raise him up. I that am the great Husbandman of the vineyard, I ivill raise up for them, &c. Then, • 4. I noticed the persons to whom the promise is made, I will raise up for them ; that is, for his Church, for his people that are brought into a very low condition ; as you will see by reading the preceding part of the chapter. The flock of Christ were scattered by the shepherds of Israel; they were torn, they were devoured, and under manifold trials ; Well, what will the Lord do for his flock in that condition ? He says, I will raise up for them a Plant of Renown, and they shall hunger no more. The observation is much the same with the words themselves, namely, " that our Lord Jesus Christ is a Plant of Renown of his Father's upbringing I will raise up for them a Plant of Renown. In prosecution of this doctrine, I proposed to observe the order and method following. First, To premise a few things concerning this blessed Plant. Secondly, To shew that indeed he is a Plant of Renown. And then, Thirdly, To speak a little concerning the raising up of this Plant. Fourthly, For whom he is raised up. Fifthly, For what good, or for what benefit and advantage he is raised up. And, Lastly, To apply the whole. As to the first, I spoke to it, and premised a few things concerning this blessed Plant; therefore I shall not stay to resume what was said on that Head. I likewise entered upon the second, and shewed that Christ is A Plant of Renown in several respects: I mentioned eleven or twelve particulars �13 wherein Christ is renowned, but I shall not resume these neither: I shall only tell you a few things wherein this blessed Plant is renowned. 1. In the first place, this blessed Plant, he is renowned for his antiquity. There are many other plants in God's garden, as angels, seraphims, cherubims, saints militant and triumphant, they are all but upstarts in comparison of him ; for he was set up before ever the earth was. You will see that one name of this Plant of Renown is, The Everlasting Father, or, " The Father of Eternity," as it may be rendered. 2. As he is renowned for his antiquity, so for his Beauty: he is the most beautiful Plant in all the garden of God ; " I am the Rose of Sharon, and the Lily of the valleys.—He is the apple-tree among the trees of the wood." He is renowned I say, for his beauty and his glory ; for the glory of a God is in him. Is there any glory in his eternal Father ? Why, that glory shines in our in the very brightness of it, Heb. i. 3. " He is the brightness of the Father's glory, and the express image of his person." Now, sirs, if ever your eyes were opened by the Spirit of God, to take up the glory of this Plant, his glory has just dazzled your very eyes ! You that never saw any glory in him, you never saw him to this very day: Pray that the light of the glory of God, in the face of Jesus Christ, may yet shine into your hearts. It would make a heartsome Sacrament, if this Plant were displayed in his glory among us. Sirs, have you come to see him in his glory ? O give God no rest till he make a discovery of himself to your souls. Then, 3. He is renowned for his verdure, for his perpetual greenness. Other plants are fading; you IMMANUEL, �14 and 1 are fading plants ; " All flesh is grass, and all the jjoodliness thereof is as the flower of the f i e l d H e is a Tree ever green, he never fades, summer nor winter, and shall be ever a green Plant to the Saints as it were to eternity ! When millions of ages, yea, myriads of ages are past in heaven, he will be as fresh and green to the believer, as when he first saw him, or the first moment the saint entered glory : therefore it is, that the songs of the redeemed in glory are always new ; and throughout eternity, will be new, because they will constantly see matter of a new song ; and the more they see, they will wonder the more at him throughout eternity! Again, 4. This Plant is renowned not only for his verdure, but for his virtue. We read, Rev. xxii, " That the leaves of the Tree of Life were for the healing of the nations." That Tree of Life is the very same with this Plant of Renown; the leaves of this Plant are for the healing of the nations ; and we that are ministers are come this day to scatter the leaves of this Tree of Life, of this Plant of Renown ; try if you can get a leaf of it applied and set home upon your souls. Depend upon it, there is virtue in every word of his. Sirs, mingle faith with a word, and you will find that it will jiave the same efficacy with you as it had with the poor woman with the bloody issue, that was healed with a touch of the hern of his garment, who had spent all her living on doctors. 0 see if you can find him! I assure you he is here ; he is behind the door of every man's heart: Behold I stand (says lie,) at the door and knock! If any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and' sup with him, and he with mo." And 0 let him in! there is virtue in him 44 �15 for curing you all, though there were ten thousand millions of you more than there are ; there is virtue in him for healing every one of you. But then, 5. This blessed Plant is not only renowned for his virtue, but likewise for his fertility. He is not a barren Plant; he would not be renowned if he were barren: He brings forth all manner of fruit every month; yea, I may add, every day, every moment. You read in Rev. xxii. of the Tree of Life that brings forth twelve manner of fruits every month ; that is to say, he brings forth all fruit that is necessary for a poor soul: whatever thy soul stands in need of, is to be found in him ; see then and gather, see if you can gather some of it. There is the fruit of his incarnation ; there is the fruit of his death ; there is the fruit of his resurrection ; there is the fruit of his ascension ; there is the fruit of his intercession, and sitting at the right hand of God ; there is the fruit of his prophetic office ; there is the fruit of his priestly office; there is the fruit of his kingly office ; there is the fruit of his appearing within the vail ; there is the fruit of what he did without the vail, and without the camp. 0 what fruit is here! Here is wisdom for fools; here is justification for the condemned soul; here is sanctification for the polluted soul, and clothing for the naked; riches for the poor, bread for the hungry, drink for the thirsty. All manner of fruit is here, and we are trying, sirs, to shake the Tree of Life among you ; and blessed be God, they may be gathered : O sirs ! they are dropping among you ; 0 gather, gather, for salvation is in every word that drop3 from him ; for his words are the words of eternal life. But, in the �16 C. Place, this blessed Plant is renowned for his scent and pleasant savour. O sirs! there is such a blessed savour in this Plant of Renown, as has cast a perfume through all the Paradise above ! He has cast a perfume through the church militant, which in Isaiah v. is called God's vineyard. 0 sirs! do you find any thing of the scent of this Plant ? 1 can tell you, if ever you, have been mado to know him, it will bo so : "because of the savour of thy good ointment, thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the Virgins love thee." The believer he finds a scent about him, he draws a savour from him. What is the deisgn of us ministers, but to cast abroad his scent, and it is by this we win souls ; and they that cast out and drop the Plant of Renown out of their sermons, no wonder their sermons stink, and they shall stink to eternity, that throw Christ out of their sermons. The great business of ministers is to cast forth the scent of Christ to the people. I shall read you a word to this purpose, in 2 Cor. ii. 14,—16, " Now, thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ." The apostle triumphs in him, and all other honest ministers will triumph in him too; and all christians that know him, triumph in him. And maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place. For we are unto God a sweet savour in Christ, in them that are saved, and in them that perish. To the one we are the savour of death unto death ; and to the other, the savour of life unto life ; and who is sufficient for these things ?" Who is able to tell the sweet savour that is in him ? Again, 7. This blessed plant in my text, is not only renowned for his savour, but likewise for his shadow. Song, i. 3. " I sat down under his shadow with great 44 �17 delightthe shadow of the Plant of Renown, You are all sitting there or standing, but are you sitting under the Plant of Renown ? Jonah s gourd did him service against the scorching heat of the sun, that was like to take away his life ; but alas! that soon failed him, for God sent a worm and smote it that it withered ; and the worm of death will soon smite and wither you and me : 0 get in under the shadow of this Plant of Renown, and ye are secured against death and vindictive wrath for ever. Get in under his shadow ; the shadow of his intercession,—the shadow of his power,—the shadow of his providence,—the shadow of his faithfulness: 0 sit under his shadow, and you will find shelter there against all deadly ; whatever blasts come, you will find safety there. Would you be shadowed from the king of terrors ? Death is a terror to many, 0 if you be shadowed against the awful terrors of death and God's vengeance, get in under this shadow, and you are safe. 8. This Plant is renowned for his stature. He is a high Plant, he is a tall Plant: you see the heavens above you, but they are but creeping things in comparison of him ; for this glorious Plant is, The high and lofty One that inhabits eternity., You can never see his height; your eye will look high, and your thought will reach higher, but neither your eye nor thought will reach unto him; he is taller than all the cedars in the Lebanon of God: " Eye hath not seen, nor hath ear heard, neither hath it entered into the heart of man," to think ol the height and glory of this Plant of Renown! And Lastly, This Plant is renowned not only for his stature, but for his extent also : he is a broad Plant, he was planted in the first promise in Par- �18 adise; he spread through the old testament church j he came the length of filling the land of Judea ; and, at length, this Plant has spread itself among us: And 0 that I could open the leaves of this f*lant to take you in ; he is a broad Plant, he will serve you all. We read of the Tree of Life being on every side of the river : there is a great river betwixt us and heaven, and that is death ; and we are all running into this river of death. As one well observes on the place, this Tree is in the middle of the river ; he is on this side of time, and he is on that side of time. Now, this Plant is on both sides of the river ; though you were going to the wastes of America, you will find him there as well as here, if you have but the art of improving him. And this Plant will spread himself through all kingdoms, " The earth shall be filled with the knowledge of the Lord, just as the witters cover the sea." He will not only fill the earth, but the whole heavens throughout eternity ! 0 but he is a. broad Plant, that will extend himself both to heaven and earth! And this shall serve for the second thing proposed, namely, To show that this Plant is indeed a most Renowned Plant. The third thing I proposed in the prosecution of this doctrine, was, concerning the raising or upbringing of this Plant. You see it is no other than the Great G D that raised up this Plant. O, find the Great glorying in his skill and wisdom in the raising up of this Plant for the use of the church. In Psalm lxxxix. 19. says the Lord, I have laid help upon one that is mighty ; I have exalted one chosen out of the people ; I have raised up David my servant; with my holy oil have I anointed him." Here he glories in it, that he had raised up this glorious Plant of Renown. I JEHOVAH 44 �19 I will tell you a few tilings with reference to the raising up of this blessed Plant. 1. He was raised up in the counsel of God's peace from eternity. The Ti'inity sat in council anent the upbringing of him; " The counsel of peace was between them both/' Zech. vi. 13. The Father and the Son agreed upon it, that in the fulness of time the Son should come into the world, 2. He was raised up in the first promise to Adam and Eve. Till this Plant was discovered to them, they were like to run distracted: Aftd indeed, sirs, if Christless sinners saw where they were, and the wrath of God that is hanging over their heads, they would be ready to run distracted, till a revelation of Christ was made to them,' All the promises, all the prophecies, all the types, and all the doctrines of the old testament, they were the gradual springings of this Plant: but it was under ground until, 3. His actual manifestation in the flesh, when, in the fulness of time he appeared: " In the fulness of time, God sent forth his Son, made of a woman, &c." 4. This Plant was raised up even in his death and resurrection, by which he was declared to be the Son of God with power, by the spirit of holiness. And, Lastly, This Plant of Renown will be raised up in the songs of the redeemed thro ugh endless eternity. Thus you see, Christ is a Plant of Renown, and what way ho is raised up. The next thing I proposed was, for whom is it that this Plant is raised up ? 01 may some poor thing say, Was he ever raised up for me? I tell you, sirs, he was never raised up for the fallen angels; " For he took not on him the nature of �20 angels, but he took on him the seed of Abraham." Our nature was highly honoured at first, but it soon sunk below the beast that perisheth ; but the second Adam took our nature upon him, and raised it to a higher dignity than the very angels ; for to which of the angels did this honour appertain, to be united to the eternal Son of God ? So that, I say, this Plant of Renown is raised up for mankindsinners, not for angel-kind sinners ; and every mankind-sinner that hears tell of him, they should lay claim to him, as in Isaiah, ix. 6., "To us a Son is given, to us this Child is born ; and the government shall be upon his shoulder : And his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace." To us he is given, unto us he is born. I thought to have gone through what I designed on this subject, but time will not allow. The Lord bless his word. A DYING CHRISTIAN'S PRAYER. " Receive my spirit," was tne prayer of Stephen to Jesus Christ, to receive his departing soul; and, brethren, I think you will feel in a dying hour, that your departing soul needs a Divine Saviour. You have one in Jesus Christ. You may call upon liim then, even as now. Ilis ear will not be heavy, though yours may, when death is sealing up your faculties. Ilis eye will not have lost its power of gazing affectionately on you, when yours is becoming dim and closed. His hand will not be shortened, in the hour when yours will have become �21 tremulous and feeble. But lift up the hand, tho heart, the eye, the soul, in prayer to him then, and you will find him a very near and present help in that your time of trouble. Brethren, a Christian should die praying. Other men die in different ways, according to their character and temper. Julius Cesar died adjusting his robes, that he might fall gracefully. Voltaire, with mingled imprecations and supplications; Paine, with shrieks of agonizing remorse. Multitudes die with sullenness, some with blasphemies faltering on their tongue. But, brethren, the humble Christian would die praying. Well says the poet: " Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air; His watch-word at the gates of death, He enters heaven with prayer I" But, observe for what Stepnen prayed. Lord Jesus receive my spirit!" This is the prayer of faith, commending the immortal spirit to the covenant care of Jesus. The spirit does not die with the body. None but God, who gave, can take away the soul's existence, and he has declared that he never will. Would that bad men would think on that! You cannot get rid of your soul's existence : you cannot cease to be : you may wish it; though the wish is monstrous and unnatural. But there is no annihilation for any soul of man. Oh, come to our Saviour! give him your guilty soul, to be justified through his atonement, washed in his blood, regenerated by his Spirit. Make to him now that surrender of your soul, for which he calls. Renew this happy self-dedication every day, very especially every Sabbath, and most solemnly, from time to time at the Lord's Supper. And then, when you come to die, it will only be, 44 �22 to do once more, wliat you have so often done in former days,—again to commend your soul very humbly, believingly, and affectionately, under the faithful care of Jesus Christ. THE HOUSE OF GOD, T E church was pleasantly situated 01 a rising H 1 bank, at the foot of a considerable hill. It was surrounded by trees, and had a rural retired appearance. In every direction the roads that led to this house of God, possessed distinct but interesting features. One of them ascended between several rural cottages from the sea-shore, which adjoined the lower part of the village-street. Another winded round the curved sides of the adjacent hill, and was adorned, both above and below, with numerous sheep feeding on the herbage of the down. A third road led to the church by a gently rising approach, between high banks, covered with young trees, bushes, ivy, hedge-plants, and wild flowers*—From a point of land, which commanded a view of all these several avenues, I used sometimes, for a while, to watch my congregation gradually assembling together at the hour of Sabbath worship. They were in some directions visible for a considerable distance. Gratifying associations of thought would form in my mind, as I contemplated their approach and successive arrival within the precincts of the house of prayer.—One day as I was thus occupied, during a short interval previous to the hour of divine service, I reflected on the joy, which David experienced at the time he exclaimed, " I was glad when they said unto �23 me, Let us go into the house of the Our feet shall stand within thy gates, 0 Jerusalem. Jerusalem is built as a city that is compact together ; whither the tribes go up, the tribes of the Lord, unto the testimony of Israel, to give thanks unto the name of the Lord." I was led to reflect upon the various blessings, connected with the establishment of public worship. " How many immortal souls are now gathering together to perform the all-important work of prayer and praiseto hear the word of God—to feed upon the bread of life ! They are leaving their respective dwellings, and will soon be united together in the house of prayer," How beautifully does this represent the effect produced by the voice of the " Good Shepherd," calling his sheep from every part of the wilderness into his fold! As those fields, hills, and lanes, are now covered with men, women, and children, in various directions, drawing nearer to each other, and to the object of their journey's end ; even so, «many shall come from the east, and from the west, and from the north, and from the south, and shall sit down in the kingdom of God.' Who can rightly appreciate the value of such hours as these ?—hours spent in learning the way of holy pleasantness, and the paths of heavenly peacehours devoted to the service of God, and of souls ; in warning the sinner to flee from wrath to come ; in teaching the ignorant how to live and die; in preaching the gospel to the poor; in healing the broken-hearted ; in declaring " deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind." " Blessed is the people that know the joyful sound; they shall walk, 0 Lord, in the light of thy countenance. In thy name shall they rejoice all the day, and in thy righteousness shall they be exalted.' ? �2i This train of reflection, at intervals, occurred powerfully to my feelings, as I viewed that very congre gation assembled together in the house of God, whose steps, in their approach to it, I had watchei with prayerful emotions.— Here the rich and poor met together," in mutual acknowledgement that the Lord is the maker of them all," and that all are alike dependent creatures, looking up to one common Father to supply their wants, both temporal and spiritual.—Again, likewise, shall they meet together in the grave, that undistinguishing receptacle of the opulent and the needy,—And once more, at the judgment-seat of Christ, shall the rich and poor meet together, that every one may receive the things done in his body, according to that he hath done, whether it be good or bad." How closely connected in the history of man, ait these three periods of a general meeting together The house of prayer—the house appointed for all living—and the house not made with hands eternal in the heavens.—May we never separate these ideas from each other, but retain them in a sacred and profitable union! So shall our worshipping assemblies on earth be representative of the general assembly and chuicb of the first-born, which are written in heaven. 44 44 44 v FINIS, � 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 023: Title-page illustration in triple ruled border of a portrait of a man in a wig and dressed in a coat with a lace collar. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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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 Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Religion and Morals Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Erskine, Ebenezer, 1680-1754 Type The nature or genre of the resource sermon religion # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: religion & morals Chapbook Genre: sermon Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): religious Gender: man/men occupation: clergy Portrait: Ebenezer Erskine https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/2cce36cfd7aea44a9cc109fad6ff099c.pdf c36fd6941a0cfe1c9edc36abc95cef17 PDF Text Text THE STORY OF THE LITTLE WHITE MOUSE: OR THE OVERTHROW OF THE TYRANT KING. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 30 �LITTLE WHITE MOUSE. ANCIENT history furnishes an example of a k i n g and queen so tenderly attached to each other, that nothing was wanting to make their felicity complete. Their wishes and their sentiments corresponded exactly on all subjects; they went frequently to hunt, killing various sorts of game, and the stag often became the object of their amusement, or the victim of their exertions ; they visited the rivers for the diversion of fishing; and, in short, whatever gratified the one, became a source of real delight to the other. Their subjects followed so amiable an example, and thus the happiness of all the nation consisted happy. in mu T h e k i n g of an adjoining state, whose manners and dispositions were directlycontrar k i n g of the L a n d o f Pleasure; for so the country was called, on account of the tranquillity and j o y there. He was a declared enemy to pleasure; �3 he sought for nothing but wounds and bruises; his air was stern and forbiding, with a l o n g beard and hollow eyes. H e was lean and withered always dressed in black ; his bristly locks were dirty and uncombed; there was no way so secure to obtain his favour, but by committing the most atrocious murders or assassinations: he took upon himself the office of public executioner,becausehed suffered. T h i s kingdom was therefore called the L a n d of Tears, T h i s wicked wretch, unworthy to possess a throne, raised an immense army, and determined with it to spread through the territory o f this happy neighbour that desolation which was his greate W h e n all was ready he began his m a r c h ; but the news of his intention reached the K i n g of the L a n d of Pleasure l o n g before the invading best possible state of defence, and waited the attack with firmness and resolution. But the timid disposition of the queen suggested a thousand f e a r s : " Sire' said she, " l e t usfly;let us take the, wealth we possess, and seek that safety in another quarter or the world which we cannot now find here." " I t is m y duty, madam," said the k i n g , to remain and protect m y subjects. I am determined, therefore, to share their army, who put �4 H e then assembled his forces, took a tender leave of the queen, and marched out to meet the enemy. A s soon as he was departed, the queen g a v e way to the excess of her sorrow, and clasping her hands together, " A l a s !" exclaimed should fall in battle, I shall be left a widow, in the power of a cruel monster, and my unborn idea redoubled her affliction. T h e k i n g wrote to her every d a y ; but one morning, when she was watching for the usual messenger, with fear pictured in his countenance, he dismounted immediately, and entering her presence, " O h ! madam," said he, " a l l is lost; the k i n g , is slain, the army defeated, and the ferocious conquerer almost at our backs." she, chil T h e poor queen fell senseless; her attendants carried her to stood weeping round; they tore their hair in the bitterness of their affliction, and no scene in the world could have been more affecting. B u t their sobs and lamentations were soon drowned by the cries that every where spread through the palace of the cruel manner in which the victorious army was desolating the city. T h e wicked k i n g , at the head of his savage troops, was incessantly employed in e x c i t i n g them to acts of cruelty �5 and plunder; and, thus directed, they slew, without discrimination, every person they met. H e entered the palace, and penetrated without ceremony into the most , retiredapartments,whe distresses unmoved, and b y his ferocious manner and brutal threats, added terror to the pangs she felt before. T h u s , too much intimidated to answer a word, this monster of a k i n g , supposed her silence to proceed from sullenness and ill humour; he seized her rudely by the hair, which the negligence of g r i e f had suffered to fall loosely on her shoulders, and then d r a g g i n g her from the bed on which she lay, he through her across his shoulders, and carried her a w a y without remorse; he then mounted with her on his steed, and rode off. She besought him, with tears and supplications, to have pity on her sufferings; but he mocked her cries, and said to her, u Weep on ; your complaints are a source of pleasure and deversion to me." He carried her towards his own capital, and, during the time that he was on the road, he took the most dreadful oaths that he would h a n g her as soon as he readied i t ; but he was soon informed, on his arrival, that the queen was pregnant. W h e n the wicked k i n g knew this, a �6 thought struck him; daughter he could marry her to his son, and to ascertain whether it was a daughter that she should have, he sent for a fairy who lived on the frontiers of his dominions. W h e n she arrived, he entertained her with much more hospitality than he showed to his most intimate friends, and then led her to a tower, in the highest room of which the poor queen was confined. N o t h i n g Could Equal the misery of the poor queen, and the unpleasantness of her apartment. T h e broken casements admitted both the wind and the rain, the flooring was broken in several places, and the damps that ran down the walls were dangerous, especially to a person of so weak a constitution as the queen ; the bed was composed of nothing but an old matress, worse than is found in the habitations o f the poorest class of people, in this miserable condition, the queen passed both day night, weeping bitterly at the thoughts of her own situation, and for the death of the king her husband. T h e fairy's heart was touched so deplorable a s i g h t ; she embraced the queen, and, at the same time, she whispered her ear the following Words: " T a k e courage,madam,your misfortunes will soon be at an end ; I hope soon, to contribute to your happiness." T h e queen was a little �consoled by these words, and earnestlyentreated princess, who had once enjoyed the greatest favours of f o r t u n e ; instead of which, she could now boast of nothing but suffering the greatest misery. T h e y were thus talking together, when the wicked king, g r o w i n g ; impatient, Come, come' said he, " let us not have so many compliments ; I brought you here to inform me whether the queen will have a daughter or s o n ' " She is pregnant of a daughter," replied the fairy, " w h o will be the most beautiful and, most accomplished princess that has ever been seen, and the queen will wish to see her placed in the highest possible situation of rank and honour." " I f she is not very beautiful and accomplished," said the k i n g , " I will h a n g her mother to a tree, with the child at her neck, and nothing shall prevent it." H a v i n g said this, he left the place with the fairy, and took no notice, of the unfortunate queen, who wept bitterly, what shall I do ? I f I have a beautiful little girl, he will give her to his reptile of a son; and if she is u g l y , he will h a n g us both. T o what an extremity am I reduced ! he can never see it ?" T h e time approached when trie little princess thus lamen Cannot I �8 cess was to come into the world, and the gaoler who guarded her g a v e her nothing but three boiled peas and a small bit of black bread for her food during the d a y ; by which she was reduced so thin as to become little else than skin and bone. distress O n e evening while she was employed in spinning, (for the wicked k i n g was so avaricious as him) she saw, entering at a small hole, a pretty little mouse as white as snow. " A h ! pretty creature," exclaimed the queen,, " w h a t do you come here to seek ? I have but three peas to last me all d a y ; begone, i f you wis' not to fast." T h e little mouse ran about here and there, and danced and skipped like a little m o n k e y : the queen was so pleased with it, that she g a v e it the only pea that remained for her supper. " H e r e * said she, " h e r e , poor little t h i n g , eat this: I have got no more; but I g i v e it thee w i l l i n g l y . " T h e instant she had done this, to her great surprise there appeared upon the table two partridges, cooked most wonderfully well, and two pots of preserves, " R e a l l y , "exclaime She ate a little; but, with fasting so l o n g , her appetite was almost gone. She threw down some to the mouse, which, having �9 nibbled them a w a y , began to leap about with more glee than before. T h e next morning very early the gaoler brought the queen three peas, which he had put as usual in a large dish, to mock her sufferings; the little white mouse came softly and ate them all three, as well as the bread. W h e n the queen wished to dine, she found nothing there; at which she was very a n g r y with the mouse. " W h a t a wicked little beast," cried the queen; " i f it continues thus, I shall die with h u n g e r . " A s she was g o i n g to cover the plate which the mouse had left empty, she found it full of all sorts of things good for to e a t : she was very g l a d and ate of them ; but while she was eating, a thought came into her head, that in a few days the k i n g would perhaps kill her child, and she quitted the table to weep. " A h !" ejaculated the disconsolate queen, " i s there no w a y of s a v i n g it ?" A t the same time that she pronounced these words she perceived the mouse p l a y i n g with some straws; she took some of them and began to work, saying, make a covered basket to put m y little daughter in, and g i v e it out of the window to the first charitable person who will take care of it." She then began to work very d i l i g e n t l y ; and she never wanted straw, for the mouse " I f I ha �10 always brought some into the chamber; and as at usual meal-time the queen always gave it the three peas, she found in exchange a number of dishes of the most delicate meats. One day the queen was looking out of the window, to see how long she should make the cord to tie the basket to, when she should let it down, and she perceived an old woman below, leaning upon a stick, who spoke to her thus i know your trouble, and if you wish it, I will serve you." " Alas! my dear friend," replied the queen, " y o u will very much oblige me, if you will come every evening to the bottom of the tower, to receive my child, w h o m 1 will let down to y o u : you must feed and nurse it, and if ever I am rich I will repay you well." " I care for no pecuniary reward," answered the old woman; ' ; but I am very nice in m y eating, and wish for nothing so much as a fat plump mouse. I f you find such a one in your prison, kill i t and throw it to me; your infant will the better for it. When the queen heard this, she began to weep without answering, and the old woman, after having waited a little, asked her why she cried : " Because,' replied the queen, " there only comes into my chamber one little mouse, so pretty and so engaging, find in my heart to kill it," " H o w " replied the old woman, with great anger, " d o �11 you like a little rogue of a mouse, which teats and eats e v e r y t h i n g , better than your own c h i l d ? V e r y well, madam, you are not much to be pitied; remain in the good company you have chosen; I can have plenty of mice without y o u ; so I care but little about i t ; " and, scolding in this manner, she hobbled away. A l t h o u g h the queen had a good repast before her, the mouse played about as u s u a l ; she never raised her eyes from the ground where she had fixed them, and tears ran down her cheeks. O n this same n i g h t the little princess came into the world, and her beauty surpassed all the queen had ever beheld: instead of crying at h smiled on her affectionate parent, and extended her little h a good understanding. T h e queen caressed and kissed her fondly, at the same timesorrowfully i f you fell into the hands of the wicked k i n g , it will cost you your l i f e ; " she shut it up in the basket, with a paper attached to the clothes, on which was written 0 you, whose steps the fav'ring pow'rs direct T o these lone scenes, your generous aid I claim ; M y hapless child, in infant years, protect From sorrow's grasp—and Juliet be her name. A n d h a v i n g turned away for a moment, she �12 looked again, and found the infant dressed in the finest linens and laces: she then kissed it, and shed a torrent of tears, not k n o w i n g how to part with her treasure. A t this moment in came the little mouse, and jumped into the basket. " A h ! little creature," said the queen, cc how much it costs me to save your life ! I shall perhaps lose my dear Juliet. A n y other than me would have killed you for the dainty old woman ; but I could not consent to it. " " Y o u will not repent not so unworthy of your friendship as you suppose." T h e queen was like onethunderstruck,w change to that of a woman, and the paws become hands and feet. A t length the queen, hardly daring to look up, discovered the figure to be the fairy that had visited her before, an her misfortunes and sufferings. " I wished to try the goodness of your heart," said the f a i r y ; " 1 know now that you are virtuous and worthy of m y friendship. Fairies like me, who possess treasures and riches more than I can relate, do not seek so much for the luxuries of life as for friendship, and we seldom find it." " Is it possible, great fairy, exclaimed the queen, " that y o u , who are so powerful and wealthy, find it such a great trouble to g a i n a friend ?" " Yes*" replied �13 she, " b e c a u s e persons seldom love us but for interest; but when you loved me as a little mouse, it seemed from a disinterested motive, and I wished to put you to a still greater trial: I took the figure of an old woman, and it was I who spoke to you at the bottom of the tower; you have always answerd my best expectation." A t these words she embraced the queen, vermilion mouth of the infant princess, and said, " M y pretty little girl, you shall henceforth be your mother's be richer than your father; you shall live an hundred years without illness, wrinkles, or old a g e . " T h e enraptured queen returned thanks, and begged that the fairy would take Juliet away, and be careful of her, adding at the same time, " I g i v e her to be your daughter." T h e fairy accepted the offer, and thanked h e r : she then put the little one into the basket, tower, and h a v i n g again taken the form of a mouse, she descended by the cord; but when she got down, she could not find the child a n y where, and remounting in a fright, " A l l is lost," cried she to the queen, " my enemy Cancaline has j u s t carried away the princess. Y o u must know that she is a cruel fairy, who hates me, and, unhappily, she is older than I am, and has more power. I which she let d �14 know not by what means to get the child out of her wicked hands. " W h e n the queen heard this melancholy account, she almost died with g r i e f ; she wept bitterly, and beseeched her good friend to save her child, at whatever price it m i g h t be done. W h e n the gaoler entered the chamber of the queen, he perceived that she had been delivered, and he went and told the k i n g of it, who came in a great passion to ask for the c h i l d ; but she told him that a fairy, whose name she knew not, had entered the prison, and carried it away by force. A t this the wicked k i n g stamped and bit his lips, with every expression of the most violent rage, " I promised to h a n g thee," said he to the unfortunate queen, " a n d now I will keep m y word. H e then d r a g g e d her by the hair from the place of her confinement to a neighbouring wood, mo just g o i n g to h a n g her, when the fairy, having rendered herself rudely down, and four of his teeth were struck out b y the fall. Before he had time to recover himse victim to a secure retreat i n her magnificent palace. She was there treated with every attention and kindness, and if it had not been for the thoughts of her little daughter, she had once more been h a p p y ; but she was �15 unable to procure a n y intelligence of the infant, though the little white mouse made every exertion in her power for that purpose. A t length, by the progress of time, the queens grief abated, and fifteen years passed away without any change in her situation. A t this period there was great talk all over the kingdom, that the son o f the wicked monarch had fallen in love with the keeper of the poultry, and that the y o u n g woman refused to accept of him for a husband. T h i s extraordinary refusal surprised every one; however, the nuptial dresses were prepared, and the marriage ceremony was soon expected to take place. T h e little white mouse determined to see this extraord had resolution enough to refuse the son of a k i n g , and immediately transported herself to the capital. She entered into the poultry yard, and found he woollen g o w n , with her feet bare, and a cap of goat's skin on her head; l y i n g by her side were magnificent dresses, embroidered with gold and silver, and ornamented with a number of precious stones ; the turkeys and other fowls that surrounded her trampled on and spoiled them. T h u s habited, and thus careless of the splendour that awaited her, the keeper of the poultry sat on a large stone in the middle of �16 the yard, when the k i n g ' s son arrived: he was crooked and humph-backed, and marked with every kind of deformity. " I f you you to be put to death instantly." She answered him4 with disdain, " I will never marry y o u ; you are too u g l y and too pullets, to all the honours you have power to bestow." persist wicked. T h e little white mouse observed her with wonder and admiration; for, though in so a humble dress, she appeared to possess an incomparable beauty. A s soon therefore as the prince retired, the fairy assumed the figure of an old shepherdess. " Good day, fair damsel," said she, " the fowls do credit to your care of them." T h e y o u n g woman raised her eyes, and looked at her with a countenance full of sweetness : " they w i s h ' answered she, " to persuade me to quit m y present employment for a crown which I do not want, and for a husband whom I should despise; pray, good mother, what is your advice ? " " M y child," returned the fairy, " a crown is a dazzling object; but you cannot who wear it." " B u t suppose I do know all this," quickly answered the keeper of the k i n g ' s poultry, " still I would refuse to imagine th accept �17 lation, and know not even the name of those who gave me b i r t h ' " Y o u have their beauty and virtue, m ychild"returnedthe -wise and benevolent fairy, " w h i c h are worth more than a thousand k i n g d o m s ; tell m then who placed you here, since you are without' parents a;nd withou named Cancaline, is the cause that I have been placed here," replied the y o u n g woman she beat me till she almost killed me, without the least p sufferings, one day I ran away from her, and, not k n o w i n g where to g o , I stopped to rest myself in a wood, where the son of the wicked k i n g came by chance to w a l k : he asked if I Would enter his service. I consented, and was poultry; where he came constantly to see them, and always took great notice of them. A l a s ! he soon conceived a violent love for me, and has ever since so teased me with expressions of it, that I in the world." T h i s recital made the fairy suspect she had a t last met with the princess Juliet, and she therefore asked to know her name. " I am called Juliet," added she, modestly; " but who g a v e me that name I never knew." T h e doubts of the fairy were thus instantly removed; she threw herself on the neck of the princess, exclaiming, " J u l i e t , 1 have known �you, l o n g ; I am., delighted to find you so sensible and so lovely ; but I wish you were better dressed ; take the clothes that are obeyed immediately, and t a k i n g from, her head the cap of goat's skin, her beautiful golden hair fell in curls upon her shoulders; then, ; t a k i n g some water from a fountain that ran through the yard., she washed her hands and face, and discovered a complexion more bright and transparent than the choicest pearls of I n d i a ; roses seemed to bloom fresh on her cheeks; coral seemed to form her beautiful m o u t h ; and her eyes shone like the most brilliant diamonds, W h e n she had finished dressing herself, the gracefulness of her form appeared equal to the beauty, of her countenance, and the fairy gazed on her with wonder and delight. before y " P r a y , who d be now, m y dear c h i l d ? " asked the fairy. " R e a l l y , " answered she, " I could fancy myself to be the daughter of some great k i n g . " u Should you be g l a d of it ? " demanded the good mother," replied the princess, " f o r it would g i v e me the power of assisting many that are in distress." "Be happy then," Exclaimed the fairy parents : to-morrow you shall know more." The fairy returned immediately to her �19 palace, where she had left the queen. I bring you, madam," cried she, " ' t h ehappies " what tidings of j o y can come to meT, who •have lost both m y husband and my child ?? " I t is always right to hope," replied the little white mouse, for the fairy had again taken that figure; " I have seen the princess your daughter, and she is more beautiful than the blushes of the d a w n i n g d a y . " She then related the whole of her discovery, at which the queen wept with j o y . " W h o would have thought," said she, " i n the days of m y prosperity, that I should ever bear a daughter to become the keeper ofhensand 'turkeys !" " It is the cruel Cancaline," said the fairy, ^ who, k n o w i n g how I love you, has brought this misery on your child, purposely to v e x m e ; b I am determined," said the q u e e n . " that she shall not marry the prince; pray g o and seek her immediately, and bring her to me." T h e son of the wicked k i n g left Juliet in a great r a g e at her obstinate refusal, arid went into the gardens of the palace to consider what he sh groaned so loud, that his father overheard him, and, leaning through thewindow,inquiredthe cause of his �20 I be otherwise than afflicted' answered he, " to be thus, set at defiance by a keeper of poultry ?"" W h a t , will not she love you ?" said the k i n g ; " I am determined she shall love you, or be put to death." H e then her here immediately ; I will punish her so severely, that she shall soon repent of her obstinacy." called h T h e y went to the poultry-yard, and found Juliet there, magnificently dressed, as the fairy left h e r ; they had never seen so lovely a figure, and, t a k i n g her for some princess, were afraid to speak to her. She said to them, in a sweet and condescending voice, " P r a y whom do you seek h e r e ? " " M a d a m , " said they, " we seek anunfortunat person you seek," replied she; " w h a t do you w a n t ? " H e a r i n g this, they seized her, and h a v i n g tied her hands and feet with cords, lest she should escape, they carried her into the presence of the k i n g . " Well, insolent wretch," said he, " a n d so you are determined not to love my son? He is a thousand times handsomer than y o u ; love him therefore immediately, or I'll have you flayed alive." T h e princess, trembling l i k e an affrighted dove, kneeled before him, and tried to inspire pity in a heart that never felt a n y ; but she pleaded in vain, as the �21 prince insisted upon it, that his father should order her for immediate execution.However,they ment more severe than death, to shut her up for life in a tower, where she would never more see the light of the sun. A t this moment the fairy and the good queen arrived in a flying chariot, and the affectionate mother began to weep bitterly, on hearing the sad fate to which her longlost daughter was just condemned. " Be good comfort," said the fairy, " you shall in the end be made happy, and your enemies be amply punished." T h e princess was bed; the fairy then resumed the form of the little white mouse, and got upon his pillow. Whenever he attempted to sleep she bit his e a r ; at which, being much disturbed, he turned the other side, and she bit at that also, without mercy : he cried out for assistance, and when his attendants came, they found his ears bleeding so fast, that they were seeking about the apartment to find the mouse, she was gone into the prince's room to inflict the same vengeance upon him ; he likewise called his attendants, and h a v i n g shown his wounded ears, made them put a plaster on each. T h e little white mouse, in the mean time, returned to the k i n g , and conveyed to the tow unable to stop h �22 she bit his nose and gnawed his face i n several places: he put up his hands to delend his face, and she bit his fingers; he cried out, " M e r c y ! m e r c y ! I am l o s t ; , , and, while his mouth was thus open, the little white mouse entered it, and bit a piece off his t o n g u e : his attendants came in once more ; but he was now unable to speak to them, his tongue was so severely wounded; so he made signs that it was a mouse that had thus wounded him, and every corner of the room was immediately examined to find the offender, but in vain, she was gone to to pay a visit to the prince, and to treat him much worse than she had treated his father. She ate out one of his eyes, which left him in total darkness; for he was blind of the other before. H e leaped out of bed instantly, apartment of his father, who also had taken his sword, storming and swearing that he Would kill every one who came in his way till the mouse was found. W h e n he saw his son in such a passion, he scolded him, and the prince, whose ears were burning with pain, not k n o w i n g the voice of his father, attacked him furiously. T h e k i n g exceedingly irritated, made a violent cut at him with his sword, and same moment; so that they both fell to the seized his received a �ground bleeding profusely. A l l their subjects, only served and submitted to therm through fear, now dreading them no longer, tied cords to their feet, and d r a g g e d them into the river, s a y i n g they were happy thus to g e t rid of their tyrants. who hated them T h u s ended the days of the wicked k i n g and his son. T h e good fairy, who had seen all that passed, went immediately to seek the queen, and they went together to the black tower, where the princess Juliet was confined under more than forty locks. T h e fairy struck three times with a little r i n g on the great door, which opened instantly, as did all the rest; they found the poor princess very thoughtful, and with scarcely spirits to speak a word. T h e queen ran to embrace h e r ; " M y dear child, I am thy mother, the queen of the L a n d of P l e a s u r e ! "exclaimed of her birth. W h e n Juliet heard these happy tidings, she was as near d y i n g with j o y as she had been near d y i n g with g r i e f : she threw herself at the feet of the queen, embraced her knees, and we the tears she shed upon them. She likewise carressed the good fairy, who had conferred so many obligations on them both. The fairy said to them, " It is not time now to think of amusing ourselves; let us g o to �24 the great hall of the castle and harangue the people." She walked first, with a g r a v e and majestic next came the queen in robes suitable to her r a n k ; the princess followed, decorated in a splendid habit, which the fairy had brought her for the occasion ; but distinguished much more by her native modesty and the lustre of her beauty, which had never before been equalled. They bowed gracefully to every one they met by the w a y , whether rich or poor, and by this condescension attracted the notice of every one. W h e n the great hall was full, the good fairy said to the subjects of the deceased tyrant, that she would recommend them to choose for their sovereign the daughter of a neighbouring k i n g , whom she then presented to them. " Under so amiable a queen," said she, " you cannot fail to live in a state of continual happiness and tranquillity." A t these words the people cried out with one voice, " Y e s ! y e s ! we choose her for our queen, and we trust she will make us amends for the miseries we have so l o n g endured A s soon as the intelligence was generally known, joy spread throughout the city, and every sort of business was laid aside, to give place to feasting and merriment. FINIS. air, a � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/e4c36e4d3ccd22af0c4ee0c14397fd1f.jpg d54c2818f099f2e8744c2309451178cb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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Title A name given to the resource Woodcut portraying a old man wearing hat, long coat, and striped socks and leaning against a walking stick in outdoor scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/0b478e22f5a12229a1e5f91220cc6b2c.pdf 68a04b002354c7db90fea2f406fd94e0 PDF Text Text BUKMS' SONGS. No. 1. ILLUSTRATED. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. ��.80WO8 twov bas ogbolq uodi Jftbifr voH • $ tu rn ed Vi -io\ Muow uonT 9rni on* teair'\tiB9d hav\ yrq bnA t .9aifii beJamtaim iq'oo i l tvi<yg&ix> b i o J ^leedf ^rft si bi&H : vri? ei ^iiiift baA rd jgsriaaft i$jf* r;ovr/jd 'to uonT BURNS 5 SONGS. . 9 7 f f i O ' A eisbiHirii ^flife^/nn oY ! 998 mrtoiv -fiHUw :;,oY 9Y0f yqi ffobujtr bus «9T£q« Jii3 ! 9£n bng flfrjesfT cvt a^gfunw eiH LORD GREGORY. O mirk, mirk is the midnight hour And loud the tempest r o a r ; A waefu' wanderer se.eks thy iojv'r, Lord Gregory, op^th^abor.' A n exile frae her father's ha', And a' for loving tllee ; .» >Uh: A t least some .pity, on -me show^ If love it may na be. Lord Gregory, mind'st thou not."the grove, B y boimie Irwine" side, Where first I own'd that virgin love I lang, lang had denied. �SONGS. How afberi didst thou pledge and vow, Thou would for ay be mine; And my fond heart, itsel sae true, It ne'er mistrusted thine. Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory, And flinty is thy breast: Thou dart of heaven that flashest by, O wilt thou giye me rest ! Ye mustering thunders from above, Your willing victim see ! But spare, and pardon my false love, His wrangs to heaven and me ! •worf ^rTginlurfi si A-iim r;Aii err O • 'iKO't T^wnwt of • • hoof btfA v A H I G H L A N D MARY. Ye banks, and braes and streams around, The castle o' Montgomery, ©reen be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There summer first unfolds her robes, And there tke laugest tarry; F©r there I took the last fareweel ©' my sweet Highland Mary. ' 4 i �SONGS. How sweetly bloom'd the gay geeen birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom; As underneath the fragrant shade, 1 clasp'd her to my bosom; The golden hours on angel wings, Flew o're me and my dearie; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu5 tender; And, pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursel's asunder; But Oh! fell death's untimely frost, 'i hat nipt my flower sae early ! Now green's the sod and cauld's the clay, /I'laat wraps my Highland Mary ! O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, 1 aft hae lriss'd sae fondly S And closed for ay, the sparkling glance, That dwelt on me sae kindly! And mouldering now in silent dust, That heart that lo'd me dearly! Bnt still within my bosom's core, Shall live my Highland Mary, CLARINDA. Clarinda, mistress of my soul, The measured time is run ! The wretch beneath the dreary pole, So marks his latest stin. To what dark cave of frozen night, Shall poor Sylvander H e ; — Deprived of thee,Ins life and light, The sun of all his joy. We part—but, by these precious drops, That fill thy lovely eyes I] No other light shall guide my steps Till thy bright bea<ms arise. She, the fair sun of all her sex,. Hast blest my glorious day ; And shall a glimmering planet fix My worship to; its v ay ? �SONGS. MY WIFE'S A WINSOME W E E T H I N G . ( ii aiini. txsmsLi «aii t&a sl&a O She is a winsome wee thing-, She is a hansorae wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine. ttkrjjp jri&Iia in wofi •%nvLOvitJOhi uni. I never saw a fairer, I never lo'ed a dearer, And niest my heart I'll wear her, For fear my jewel tine. She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, The is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine. The warld's wrack we share o't, The warstle and the care o't; Wi' her I'll blithly bear it, And think my lot divine * gq , •• ; I vrf Jud—i-isq <>7/ \\.Sro vb'/ol vdi lift JsiiT tbw-g Iteite Jdfcjl isdio oV\ TO MARY. Will ye go to the Indies my Mary, And leave auld Scotia's shore ? Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, Across th' Atlantic's roar ? 6 �SONGS. 0 sweet grows th6 lime and the orange, And the apple on the pine; But a' the charms o' the Indies, Can never equal thine. 1 hae sworn by the heavens to my Mary, I hae sworn by the heavens to be true And sae may the heavens forget me, When I forget my vow! O plight me your faith my Mary, And plight me your lily-white hand; • O plight me your faith, my Mary, Before I leave Scotia's strand. We have plighted our troth, my Mary, In mutual affecton to join, And curst be the cause that shall part us! The hour and the moment o' time! ,ed vrobnin yds 3n O ! i sod boi-rii si 1 J ,5'rieifr edi ei j l GALLA WATER. There's braw, braw lads on Yrrow braes, That wander thro' the blooming heather; But Yarrow braes, nor Ettric shaws, Can match the lads o' Galla water. 7 �SONGS. Bat there is ane, a secret ane, Abyn t i e n a* I ,lo'e him better; And I'll be his, and heUl be'mine, The bonnie, lad o* Galla water. Altho' his daddie was iiae laird, And tho • 1 hae nae meikle tocher; Yet rich in kindest, truest love, We'll ten tour flocks by Galla water. ; y/O'/ (tn jtygio'* I nod//" It ne'er was wealth, it ne'er was wealth, That coft contentment, peace, or pleasure} The bands and chiefest mutual love, 0 that's the bliss o* warld's treasure I # viu .flto-si 'uwfeai-flaitcr§*«rf »W .( O{ H j\t')l>7h Ifillturn. i !£(i HndsJBdi oau&j.oilj od Sa'fiF) } ttJ MARY MORIS ON. 0 Mary at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the tryted hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor ; How blithly wad I bide* the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun; €k>uld I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, 1 sat, but neither heard nor saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And you the toast of a' the town, 1 sigh'd, and said amang them a', " Ye are na Mary Morison." I ' SPH S £ , ' O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die ? Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase only ftiut i? lo.ving thee? If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown! A thought ungentle canna be The thought o' Mary Morison. 8 �SONGS. :<> OT >fOOO MMT WZIO , ua-;i>. iti /jhi :>aiof, t700b 9ih inqo tdO — • a o (1iO lorfT /nogo r- ul Oil8 t'ioofo odJ fj'aoqo er>rf * ; obiv/ • ;h t , ; - . • jt • :.! '• ti • - > .•« W A N D E R I N G WILLIE. * fM /jbw Here awa, there awfc, pandering Wilie, Now tired with wandering, haud away hame Come to my bosom my ae only dearie, And tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same. Loud blaw the cauld winter winds at pu^ • parting (TAJ YJfi * It was na a blast brouglifc the tear to my : 11 JMIrV ® > < X d<no6 i n bme •iteidwO Now welcome the summer, and welcome my Willie^ The simmer to nature, my Willie to me. < <om fuioo 03 omoo ov (foih/ vlhev? : M8Y><ioad oiij easlnxr tut dxnoQ bnA Ye hurricane rest in the cave o' your slum^ bers, O how your wild horrors a lover alarms! Awaken ye breezes, row gently ye billows, And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my orn aa on > ,,». ..uu te 10 t>fiiif $ a .•"''•- i O[it Vti But if.he's forgottenhis faithfullest Nannie, O still flow between us, thou wide roaring main; .o».jtooi.J®Y v May I never see it, may X never trotw it, But dving believe tfyat iny Willie's my ain. 9 �SONS . OPEN THE DOOR T O ME, OT Oh, open the door, some pity to show, Oh, open the door to me, Oh! Tho' thou hast been f&lse, 111 ever prove true Oh, open the door to me, Oh ! Cauld is the blast upon my pale cheek, But eaulder thy o ve for me, Oh! The frost that freezes the life at my heart, Is nought to my pains frae thee, Oh ! The wan moon is setting behind th' white wave And time is setting with me, Oh ! False friends, false love, farewell! for mair I'll ne'er trouble them, nor thee, Oh f She has open'd the door, she has opened it wide; She sees his pale corse on the plain, Oh ! My true love, she cried, arid sank down by his side, Never t© rise again, Oh!— WHISTLE, A N D I'LL COME TO Y O U MY L A D . O whistle and I'll come to you my lad: O whistle and I'll come to you my lad: Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mady O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad. But warily tent, when ye come to court me, And come na unless the back-yet t be a-jee ; Sine up the back-stile, and let na body see*, And come as ye were na comin to me, And come, &c. O whistle, &c. At kirk, or at market, whene're you see me Gang by me as tho' ye car'd na a flie; But steal me a blink o'your bonnie black ere Yet look as ye were na looking at me. Yet look, &c. O whistle, &c. 10 �SONGS. A y vow and protest that ye care na for me, And whiles ye may lightly my beauty a wee; But courtnaanither, tho'jokin ye be, For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me. For fear, &c. O whistle, &e. B O N N I E JEAN. There was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk and matket to be seen, When a' the fairest maids were met, The fairest maid was bonny Jean. And aye she wrought her minnie's wark, And aye she sang sae mirrilie : The blithest bird upon the bush Had ne'er a lighter heart than she. But hawks will robe the tender joys That bless the little lintwhite's nest; And frost will blight the fairest flowr's, And love will break the soundest rest. Young Robie was the brawest lad, The flower and pride of a' the glen; And he had owsen, sheep and kye, And waton naigies nine or ten. He gaed wi' Jeanie to the tryste, He danc'd wi' Jeanie on the down; And lang ere witless Jeanie wist, Her heart was tint, her peace was stown. A s in the bossom o' the stream, The moon beams dwell at dewy e'en; So trembling, pure, was tender love, Within the breast o' bonny Jean. And now she works her mammie's wark And aye she sighs wi' care and pain; Yet wist na what her ail may be, Or what wad mak her weel again. But did na Jeanie's heart loup light, And did na joy blink in her e'e, As Robie tauld a tale o' love. Ae e'enm' on the lily lea? IX �S O ^ . T t e sttii l ^ ' p & i i i g in tfie * e s t , 'The birds sing stteet in ilka grove 1 ; His cheek to hers he foundly prest, And if htepei'd timfc his ta3e o' love: O Jeanie fair, I lo'e thee, dear^ O canst thou think to fancy me, Or wilt thou leave t h y TEinmmie's cot, And learn t o teiil t h e fems wi' me ? A t barn Qr¥tre thoii shalt na drudge, Or nathing else to trouble thee * y But stray amang ,tM heather bells, And tent the waving ^orn wi'me. Now "ivhat could artless Jeanie do ? u I. She had ma ^iH to say him nd: /j- u , / > A t length she-blush'd a sweet cbnseiit, ' And love was aye between them t w i . eYOf.ioi>j«9i odJ ad07 II iw aiiv/Bfi one? A taohiwoe oils ilwid IIiw e vol 1mA oiM a£w oidofl rn hi M E G O' T H E MILL. O ken ye what Meg o 7 the Mill his gotten, An' ken y6 what Meg o' the Mill has gotten She has gotton a coof wir a Claut o' siller. And broken the heart o7 the Mrley Miller. 12 �SONGS. The Miller was stfappen,the Miller was ruddy A heart like a lord, an4 a hue like a M y : The laird was a widdiefii', bleerit knurl She's left the guid fellow and taen the chttrl. The miller he hecht her a heart leal and l i v ing [moving, The Laird did address her tri' matter rfikir A fine pacing horse wi'|a clear chained bridle, A whip by her side, and a bonnie side-sadle. . a r T & Q TYVAJXl O wae on the siller, it is sae prevaling, And wae on the love that is fix'd on a malen . A tocher's nae word in a true lover's parle But, gie me my love, ahd a fig for the WEtrl! wonrf >' •i>hr. k -j ? J no ' m J9sM f rt-nitI ,'i;»ijtb teivi>a xHvsiil ; 'jv.' vid) 01ii ln*HB h i r.-v.d? JOHN A N D E R S O N MY JO. John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquant, Your locks were like the ravens, Your bonny brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snow; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. 13 �SONGS. John Anderson, my joe, John, "We clamb the hill thegither, And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi* ane anither ; Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in had we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my j o. DAINTY DAVIE. Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green spreading bowers, And now comes in my happy hours, To wander wi' my Davie. Chorus. Meet me on the warlock knowe, Dainty Davie, dainty Davie, There I'll spend the day wi' you, My ain dear dainty Davie. The crystal waters round us fa', The merry birds are lovers a*, The s«ented breezes round us blaw A wandering wi' my Davie, Meet me, &c. When purple morning starts the hare, To steal upon her early fare, Then thro' the dews I will repair. To meet my faithfu' Davie. Meet me, &e. When day, expiring in the west, The curtain draws o* nature's rest. I flee to his arms I lo'e best, And that's my ain dear Davie. Meet me, &c. AULD L A N G SYNE. Should And Should And auld acquaintance be forgot, never brought to min' ? auld acquaintance be forgot, days o* lang syne ? 14 �SONGS. Chorus. For auld land syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, "We'll tak a cup a' kindness yet For auld laug syne. We twa hae rnn about the braes, And pu't the gowans fine Bu^ we've wandered mony a weary foot. Sin auld lang syne, For auld, &c. We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, Frae mornin sun till dine : But seas between braid hae roar'd, Sin auld lang syne. For auld, &e. And here's a hand my trusty fier, And gie's a hand o* thine; And we'll talk a guid willie-waught, For auld lang syne, For auld, &c. And surely ye'll be your pint stoup> And surely I'll be mine ; And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. For auld (^c. BANNOCK B U R N . Scots wha ha wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has often led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to glorious victory. Now's the day and now's the hour; See the front of battle lower; See approach proud Edward's power—r Edward I chaius and slavery r Wha will be a trator knave ? Wha would fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave ? Traitor, coward, turn and flee. 15 �SONGS. Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand or free-man fa' Caledonia, 911 wi' me ! By oppression's woes^'and ! By your sons in sea-vile chains, We will dram our dearest veins, But th§y shali be—shall be free ! <«v\- . ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe ? liberty's in every, bio , Forward, let us. or J/lJJOl 9.RfI biiild lIOOYf lsd 1uS .•en V . 'grr^I bix/js alti P t19ft 7J :i "li .:f bajii! « ItiA j'offiflj ?o baud s; bnA Ifow baA t3/I-goiiW-9ini\Y f'tr.t^ b ,007)5 <>;irJ bfi/Biol CONTENED WI' L I T T L E . Contented wi' little and can tie wi' nuiir, Whene'er I forgather wi' sorrow and care, I gie him a skelp, as they're creeping alang Wi'.a cod o' guid swats, and an auld Scottish sang. • ' ? " I whyles claw the elbow 0' troublesome Thought; But man is a soger, amd 1'ife is a fauglit: it �SONGS. My mirth and gyid humpnr are coin in my pouch, And my freedom's my lairdship nae monarch dare touch. A twomond o' trouble, should that be my A night o' guid fellowship sowthers it a% When at the blithe end o' our journey at last, Wha the deil ever thinks o' the road he has past Blind chanca, let her snapper and sfayte on her way, gae, Be't to me, be't frae me, e'en let the jade Come ease, or come travail, come pleasure or pain. My warst word is—" Welcome and welcome 1 ' n f ^ r f / ^ rr A ti? [« };> worfa Vhnrv bnA Mi07 ?l9noi erii oaf oiO - ban yyrab »dT SHE*-.SAYS SHE L©*ES:- M E B E S T OF A ' . Sae flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, B e witchin giy ! o'^r-ar ch ing Twa laughmg' een o' bonny blue, Her smiling sae wyling, Wad make a wretch forget his woe ; What pleasure,'" what treasure, Utito these rosy lips to gvqw! �SONGS. Such was my Chloris' bonnie face, When first her bonnie face I saw; And ay my Chloris' dearest charm, She says she lo'es me best of a'. Like harmony her motion; Her pretty ancle is a spy Betraying fair proportion, Wad make a saint forget the sky. Sae warming, sae charming, Her faultless form, andgracefu' air; Ilk feature—auld nature Declared that she could do namair. Her's are the willing chains o' love, By conquering beauty's sovereign law; And aye my Chloris' dearest charms, She says she lo'es me best of a'. Let others love the city, And gaudy show at sunny noon ; Gie me the lonely valley, The dewy eve, and rising moon: < Fair beaming, and streaming, Her silvery light the boughs amang; While falling, recalling, The amrous thrust concludes her sang; There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove By whimpling burn and leafy shaw, And hear my vows o' truth and love^ And say thou lo'es best of a' O, W A T YE WHA'S IN YON TOWN O, wat ye wha' in yon town, Ye see the e'ening sun upon ? The fairest dame's in yon town, That e'ening sun is shining on. Now haply down yon gay green shaw, She wanders by yon spreading tree; How blest ye flow'rs that round her blaw, Ye catch the glances o' her e'e. �SONGS. How blest ye birds that round her sing, And welcome in the blooming year! And doubly welcome be the spring, The season to my Lucy dear. The sun blinks blithe on yon town, And on yon bonnie braes of Ayr; But my delight in yon town, And dearest bliss, is Lucy fair. Without my love, not the charms O' Paradise could yield me joy; But gie me Lucy in my arms, And welcome Lapland's dreary sky. My cave wad be a lover's bower, Tlio' raging winter rent the air : And she a lovely little flower, That I wad tent and shelter there. O, sweet is she in yon town, Yon sinkin sun's gane down upon, A fairer than's in yon town. His setting beam ne'er shone upon., If angry fate is sworn my foe, And suffering I am doom'd to bear; I careless quit aught else below. But spare me, spare me, Lucy dear. For while life's dearest blood is warm, Ae thought frae her shall ne'er depart, And she—as fairest is her form, She has the truest kindest heart. \vd m i d a i r .h^ibwoo alT .j^rf* 'J- tot ™oq od o-ifii) oW ft > BBitiiB18 e,j LASSIE wr THE LINT WHITE LOCKS. lOlZCfT li jiU •.: J /." bilis Vhorus. i' -. 'i'ioflt ?.TxO-'n oiO Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, Bonnie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tend the flocks, Wilt thou be my dearie, O ? 19 �SONGS. Now nature cleeds the flowery lea, And a' is young and sweet like thee ; O wilt thou share its sweets wi' me, And say thou'lt be my dearie, O La^ie wi', &c. • And when the welcome simmer-shower Has cheered ilk drooping little flower, We'll to the breathing woodbine bower A t sultry noon my dearie, O. Las&ie wi', &c, When Cynthia lights, with silver ray, The weary shearer's hameward way ; Thro' yellow waving fields we'll stray, And talk o' love my dearie, O. Lassie wi', &c. And when the howling wintry blast Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest ; Enclasped to my faithfu' breast, I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O. Lassie wi', &c. \ .•: >m .0U£ FOR A' T H A T A N D A' THAT. J'mq& itfzHS IIisifH -nd eatf iif^uorft 9 A Is there, for honest poverty. That hangs his head and a' that, The coward slave we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that. For a' that an a' that. Our toils obscure, and a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden gray an' a' that, Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. For a' that and a' that, Their tinsel show and a'that, The honest man, tho' ne'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. 20. �SONG& Y e see yon birkie ca'd a lord, Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that, Tho' hundreds worship J at his wbrd',; He's but a coof for a ' t ^ a t . ^ worioa Jtr££ For a' that anil .a' that, .. His riband ;( star, a o d j i ' that, The man of independ^t nwid r He looks and laughs at a' that. .. A prince can mak a belted knight, ; ' A marquis, duke, and a' that, But an honest' man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that I F o r a' that and a' that* Their dignities and a ' t h a t , The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth Are higher ranks than a' that. , ' .; I I >- r - i -'Hi .. Then let us pray that pome it may, A s come it will for a' that, That sense- and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree and a' that> F o r a ' t h a t and a ' t h a t , It's coming yet for a' that, That man to man the warld <5'br, Shall brothers, be for a' that, ' t-,h&H i'Sd m Tiff 9% 'Sittbaff I v/Cr 'a 'Ur sodx 'coB! 9B8 Hoof 'jmbeen o T Z 'l t e s d I , / d d i T O TIBBY I HAE SEEN THE DAY. .TTTAM O /IO:W A (VYl'dUtl Y J J I W Chorus. ,' 0 Tifcbv, I hae seen the day, Y e would na bo ^ae shy, For laik o' gear ye lightly me, But, trowth, I care, na by. Yestr^eoi I met you on the moor, Y e spak na, but gaed by like stoure : Y e geek at me t|ceause I'm ppor, But fi'.ent a Jlare care I ? O Tibby, &c. 1 doubt na, lass, but ye may think, Because ye hae the name o' eMuk, 21 �SONGS. That ye can please me at a winkj Whene'er ye like to try. O Tibby I hae, &c. nr But sorrow tak' him that's sae mean, Although his pouch o' coin were clean, Wha follows ony saucy quean, AT That looks sae proud and high. O Tibby, I hae, &c. Altho' a lad were ne'er so smart, If that he want the yellow dirt, Ye'll cast your head auither airt, And answer him fu' dry. O Tibby, I hae, &c. But if he hae the uame o' gear, Ye'11 fasten to him like a brier, Tho' hardly he for sense or lear, Be better than the kye. O Tibby, I hae, &o. But, Tibby, lass, tak' my advice, Your daddie's gear make ycu sae nice; The deil a ane wad spier your price, Were ye as poor as I, O Tibby, I hae, &c. There lives a lass in yonder park, I wadna' gie her in her sark, For thee wi' a' thy thousand mark; Ye needna' look sae high. O Tibby, I hae, &c. ' ' " • WILLY BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT. O, Willie brew'd a peck o' mau't, And Rab and Allan cam to see; Three blither hearts, that lee-lang night, Ye wadna'find in Christendie. We are na' fov, we'rena that fou, But just a drappy in our e'e ; The cock may craw, the day may daw, But aye we'll taste the barley bree. Jlere are we met, three merry boys, Three merry boys I trow are we; And mony a night we've merry been, And mony mair we hope to be. We are na fou, &c. 22 �SONGS. It is the moon, I ken her horn, That's blinkin' in the lift sae high; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee, "We are na fou, &c. Wha first shall rise to gang awa, A cuckold, coward loon is he, Wha last beside his chair shall fa' H e is the king amang us three. We are na fou, &c. BlO W H A T CAN A YOUNG LASSIE D O ..... WI' A N AULD M A N ? What ean a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man ? Bad luck to the penny that tempted my minnie, T o sell her poor Jenny for siller an' lan', Bad luek the penny, &o. o r . He's always oompleenin, raornin to e'enin, He hosts an' he hirples the weary day lang, He's dole and he's dozen his bluid it is frozen 0 dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man, He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers, 1 never can please him do a' that I can; He's peevish and jealous of a' the young ei: — fellows: O, 4oo! on the day I met wi' an auld man, 01. 02. My auld auntie Katie upon me taks pity, I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan; 12, I'H erOss him, and wrack him, until I heartbreak him, • u! C 22. And then his auld brags will buy me anew pan. ,.. c a£ffi via,: ii£ �moil 'ion no>l I Jroom Offi si JI CONTENTS. .,! - T ft4 tn^'M • ciMiiiirf .>;• - .rwg - acv, oi oah IteiiafcrrftfiriV/" Lord Gregory,.,, ................................ 3 Highland 4 Clarinda, 5 My Wiije 's a .Winsome Wee T h i n g , 6 To Mary, 6 Galla Water,:.. Mary Morison, 8 Wandering Willie, 9 Open the Door to me*, O . . . . . . .vj. ... _ . T . r-rhrt Bonnip Jean, ...... Meg o' the Mill, .. 10 , . ~ 12 Whistle,and I'll come to you, my M , . , ; ^ . 1 0 Dainty Davie, Auld Lang Bannockbura,. ... .... ..... 14 r 14 Htrmfvtff" 1 5 She says she lo'es me best of Wat ye wha's in yon town,. Lassie wi' the lint white locks..^...q..**;••••«••••-•• 19 Contented wi' little,. For a' that and a' that................... 16 —.20 Tibby I ha'e $ee,n the day*. Willy brew'd a peck o' maut...<. 22 John can a young jo, 13 What Anderson my lassie d^ wi' an auld man?...23 � 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 031: Title-page illustration of a man wearing a hat, long coat, and long striped socks, leaning against a walking stick in an outdoor scene. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. 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Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Burns, Robert, 1759-1796 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 poetry Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow # of Woodcuts: 11 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1851-1860 Chapbook Date: 1861-1870 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire Fashion (Clothing): working class Gender: man/men Nature: hill(s) Object: sporran/purse Object: walking stick/ staff Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/83903cea1fd110f68fc5a3be57875b08.jpg 29ed4ddf89eedde47df0e246bb6f0581 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut on title-page portraying a soldier wearing a helmet with feathers and cloak with ace turned to left https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/d109ba6b9a91e7ec5795ade1514de657.pdf 7378d3154a122f449a1a9c53dea237f4 PDF Text Text CAPTAIN W E D D E R B U UN'S COURTSHIP. TO WHICH IS ADDED, H E Y JOHNNIE COUP. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSEI.LEKS, 21 �• M I A H A D CAPTAIN WEDDERBURN'S COURTSHIP, ' - " • i ^ ^ v %»* ; *< f t The Lo*4 of Roslrn^ daughter, ^ Walk'd thro* the WooSs lier lane,' And bye came Captain Wedderburn, A servant to the lting : He said unto his servant man, Were it not against the law, ^ £ j * I would take her to my own beef, And lay her next the wa\ I'm walking here albn^she says, Amang my father's tfees ; And you may let, m*0 :wklk«alone, Kind Sir, now if you please ; The supper-bell it will be furig, And I'll be miss'd, you.know ; So I will not lie in you-r bed,. Neither at stock: nomwaf: He says, My pretty lady, I pray lend me jopr'h^nd ; And you'll have drums and trumpets, Always at your* command ; And fifty men to guard you, Who weirtTieir swords can "draw : And we'll both lie in ae bed, And thou'll be next- the wa\ 0 hold away from me, kind Sir, I pray let go my tend ; ' �The supper-bell it will be rung, No longer must I stand ; My father he'll no supper take, If I be miss'd j o u know : So I'll not lie in your bed, Neither at stock nor wa\ Then says the pretty lady, I pray tell me your name ; My name is Captain Wedderburn, A servant to the king: Tho' thy father and his men were here, Of them Pd have no awe* But would take thee into my bed, And lay thee next the wa\ He lighted off his milk-white steed, And set this lady ori, . And held her by the milk-white hand, Even as they rode along ; He held her by the middle jimp, For fear that she should fa', And said, 111 take thee to my bed, And lay thee next the wa\ He took her to his lodging-house, His landlady looked ben, Says, Many ladies in Edinburgh I've seen, But never such a one. For such a pretty face as this, In it I never saw; �i Go make lier up a down bed, And lay her next the wa\ 0 hold away from me, kind Sir, 1 pray you let me be ; For I will not go to your bed, Till you dress me dishes three ; Dishes three you must dress to me, And I must have them a', Before that I lie in your bed, Either at stock or wa\ O I must have to my supper A cherry without a stone, And I must have to my supper A chicken without a bone ; And I must have to my supper A bird without a ga\ Before I lie into your bed Either at stock or wa\ When the cherry is in the bloom, I'm sure it hath no stone, And when the chicken is in its shell, I'm sure it hath no bone ; The dove it is a gentle bird, It flies without a ga\ And we shall both lie in ae bed, And thou's lie next the wa\. Hold away from me, kind Sir, I pray you give me o'er, �$ For I will not go to your bed, Till you answer me questions four ; Questions four you must tell me, And that is twa and twa ; Or I will not lie in your bed, Neither at stock nor wa'. • v Oil r •> • •;' ' ;i j I«7 You must get me some winter fruit, That in December grew ; And I must have a silken mantle, That waft was ne'er ca'd through ; What bird sings first ? what wood budsfirst? What dew does 011 them fa' ? And then I'll lie in your bed, Either at stock or wa\ My father has winter fruit, That in December grew ; My mother has a silken mantle, That waft was ne'er ca'd through ; The cock crows, ciders buds first, The dew does on them fa' : 80 we shall both lie in ae bed, And thou's lie next the wa\ Hold away from me, kind sir, And do not me perplex ; For I'll not lie in your bed, Till you answer questions six ; Questions six you must answer me, And that is four and twa, �6 Before I lie in your Either at stock or wa'. Iktf tanm noy Tjjot sfroitein^ What is greener than the grass ? What is higher than the-trees! And what is worse than woman's voice ? What's deeper than the seas ? A sparrow's horn, a priest unborn, This night to join us twa • Before I lie in yoitr bed, Either at stock or Wa'., Death is greener, than the gras.if; Skies higher than the trees.; The devil's worse than woman's voice, Hell's deeper than the seas ; A sparrow's horn you may well get, There's one on every pa, And two upon the:gab of it, And you shall have them a'. ;<i8uondiVaono'en AmterfT' The priest he's standing1 at the gate, Just ready to come in, No man can say that he'was bofcn No man without a sin. A hole cut in his mother's side, He from the same did fa'; So we shall lie in ae bed, And thou's lie next the wa'. 0 little did this ladj^ .think,t That morning when she ...... �&J That it was to be the very last, Of all her maiden days. But there's not in the kiiig's realVn,To be found blyther twa l And now they lie into ae bed, ™ i m o{> And she lies next the wa\ , >3lI{J>Ji9#l III 6r10U n 0*8(1 ol .^nitriorn aito x \ WS jih ol BJ ,-)•>/ » nnnoL ^oH OrmnaZWArdK \ .y/iiirioifi .*ii'h.!J»«j J !hI iliw-j* Coup sent a challenge frae Duiaknv Charlie meet me an ye dare, And I'll learn you.Ghe art of war, If you '11 .meet wi' me in >h 2 morning, i i< ,HJ}\ I nil! ridrt bflootiioo Iiofo ortT Hey Johnnie Coup1 are ye* waktng Vet', Or are your drums a-Weatirig yet, If you were waking I would wait, To gang to thb hills V the morning. 5 tWSiSb tun too? o sw9M efli tw ecaoo of • ')]•' ai iV K 'HJ07 /M ' bt./ When Charlie look'd the letter upon, . c: He drew his sword the scabbed, fecte Come follow me my merry, merry men, And we'll mee$ Johnnie Ck>jup i' ttemorniiig. Hey Artenr^ab liecft xfoiW \ (xi ^'.-.riil liob ,au3£is msiiJ eosl X W Now Johnnie be z V g m ^ f i & ^ M , 1 0 8 Come let us try baitfi > m i & �3 And diima rin away like a frighted bird, That's chas'd frae its nest in the morning. Hey Johnnie Coup, (fee. When Johnnie Coup lie heard of this, He thought it wadna be amiss, To bae a horse in readiness, To flio awa' i' the morning. Hey Johnnie Coup, &e. Fy now Johnnie get up and rin, The Highland bagpipes makes a din, It's best to sleep in a hale skin, For 'twill be a bluddie morning, Hey Johnnie Coup, &c. .•'/;,;[> ;>in; a: o When Johnnie Coup to Dunbar came, They speir'd at him where's a' your men ; The deil confound me gin I ken, For I left them a' in the morning. Hey Johnnie Coup, &t\ Now Johnnie, troth, ye wasna blate, To come wi' the news o' your ain defeat, And leave your men in sic a strait, So early in the morn itig. Hey Johnnie Coup, &c, • • > •; • > r / /* ; u •'v ... Ah, faith, quo* Johnnie, I got a fleg, With their claymores and philabegs, If I face them again, deil break my legs, 80 I wish you a good morning. Hey Johnnie Coup, &c. � 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 Captain Wedderburn's courtship. To which is added, Hey Johnnie coup. 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Hey Johnnie coup 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/alma9923281033505154">s0514b40</a> Description An account of the resource 21 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 Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow # of Woodcuts: 1 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 Weapons: sword(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/c7939eb28486fc07bce3bda06f76d7f9.pdf 782c8e0edd617040a91f071e9ebcc640 PDF Text Text T H E CONSTANT LOVERS; JEMMY AND NANCY OF YARMOUTH. PART 1. Shewing how beautiful Nancy of Yarmouth fell in love with young Jemmy the Sailor.—2. How the Father conveyed a letter to destroy young Jeminy, his daughter's sweetheart.—3. Shewing how the Ghost of young Jemmy the Sailor appeared to beautiful Nancy of Yarmouth.—4. How the Ghosts of these two unfortunate Lovers appeared to the boatswain, and he, having his trial, wag hanged at the yard's arm. THE BLOODY GARDENER. L I K E W I S E A BRIEF HISTORY OP THE EARL OF ESSEX, A GREAT FAVOURITE OF QUEEN ELIZABETH; WITH A LAMENTABLE BALLAD 0R HIS DEATH. TO W I H IS A D D H C DE, DAFT WATTY'S RAMBLE TO CARLISLE. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 95 iSt gs �§ rKAT8KO0 ' f K T • HTU0MH/.7 10 e > o i . ?ri ifo'l is bzrrmoj I'^'omfflY • v' :-f to . <KA 7MM31 I t / i n i f f or' o»lt w«»i> iofi.;^ -wor! f>i!1 J nm-ol K ^ftiroT dltrr O - w o r i ^ . 8 — . J i r u H o i r w a a'l&tifyu/sij «tii , 7 m u i ) l s i m j o / x o i J a a f c o J fo-tt^I ££ IjrtlJussd o ) bstifidqqA i o i i r . 8 orf» y . n i n i 3 t 3 * 0 / 0 7 ^ ^ eititwHo'Uw offi M9dt Jfitt* 8i ' 3 ^ t o a* woH li .Oil •/' ,r':< „ )o 7 J -.diuoansl »1 it;-: » .ariu "u1. a'bifi - -oJt in Jm iitnd io! W, §8 oj, 3 IVdVWUU.V) £K 0 Y d O O J H I " TKOTBIH f • ? i -HTK-AASIJK § /Q* j*orf*> od-i r-orf , Ty j H r i() 19 1 0 M H T J H / M 3TIFL'J07AL 1 joi A SAI^RNXI. TASK?) H T A- *fH KO «A J i A a I J I M I t S l i J 8i>0 s HTi? I.i.jai/ujr i a - Y T T A w n / . a j e u H A O OT a i Se §3 £3 A o< S3 : WO 0 3 Ad D f iia r j a « H 0 0 a a m n o t B^ - a m c c f f i r r f ' ccm. n - i i A i a t i 1 �T H E CONSTANT LOVERfif; 9 .boid iiftsnr o« -f ifn- f quo rftivr bow rror K OR, TRAGICAL LOVES OF ,8iUKhoi XaOT;: ,> 'Jim V Y ! O gnuo^ i>ii», gmccnu&tfa Jutrunv^'f uo^ sodissu ^ JEMMy AND NANCY OF YARMOUTH PART I. Shewing how beautiful Nancy-of Yarmouth fell in lovo with young iemniy the Sailor. :v ' TUNE—" The Yarmouth Tragedy LOVERS, I pray, lend an ear to my story, Take an example by this constant pair ; How love a Ypung virgin did blast in her g w y , .Naaicy of Yarmouth we hear. Slie was a merchant's only daughter, Heir unto fifteen hundred a-year ; A young man who courted her call'd her Li - j vrel, Jhe son of a gentleman who lived near. j W f H'J f f : T Ik*-: 1 r Many long y'fcars the fair maid he admir'd When they were infants in love they agr; • ' : And when at age this young couple arrrv'd, Cupid an arriow between them displayed. Their tender hearts were linked together— But when her parents the same they did hear, They to their charming young beautiful daughte? Acted a "part that was hard and severe. �4 Daughter, they said, give o'er your proceeding; If that against our. consent you do wed, For evermore we resolve to disown you, If you wed with one that is so mean bred. Her mother said, you have a great fortune, Besides you are beautiful, charming and young; You are a match, dear child, that-is fitting For any Lord that is in Christendom. Then did reply the young beautiful virgin, Riches and honours I both do defy, If that I'm denied of my dearest lover, Then farewell, world! which is all vanity. Jemmy's the man that I do admire, He is the riches that I do adore ; For to be greater I never desire, My heart is fix'd, never to love more. Then, said her father, 'tis my resolution, Although I have no more daughters but theo, If that with him you resolve for to marry, Banish'd for ever from me thou shalt be. Well, cruel father, but this I desire, Grant me that Jemmy once more I may sea, Though you do us part I still will be loyal, For none in the world I admire but he. For the young man he sent in a passion, Saying, for ever, Sir, now take your leave ; I have a match more fit for my daughter, Therefore it is but a folly to grieve. Honoured father, then said the young lady, Promis'd we are by the powers above * �« Why of all comforts will you bereave me, Our love is fix'd never to be removed. Then said her father a trip to the ocean, You first shall go in a ship of my own, And 111 consent you shall have my daughter, When to Yarmouth again you return. Honoured Sir, then said the two lovers, Since 'tis your will we are bound to obey, Our constant hearts can never be parted, But our eager desires no longer can stay. Then said kind Nancy, behold, dearest Jemmy, Here take this ring, the pledge of our vows, With it my heart, keep it safe in your bosom, Carry it with you wherever you go. Then in his arms he close did enfold her, While chrystal tears like a fountain did flow ; Crying, my heart in return I do give you, And you shall be present wherever I go. When on the ocean, my dear, I am sailing, The thoughts of my jewel the compass shall steer ; These tedious long days speedily time will devour, And bring me home again safe to my dear. Therefore be constant, my dear lovely jewel, For, by the Heavens! if you are untrue, My troubled ghost shall torment you for ever, Dead or alive, I will have none but you. Her lovely arms round his neck then she twined, And saying, my dear, when you are on the seas, If the fates unto us should prove cruel. That we each other no more ever see �6 No man alive shall ever <$ijoy me— Soon as t^e, tidings of rea«h myrear* Then, like a poor unfortunate lover, Down to the grave I will go to my dear. - -. r » i. — i t' i J! Kfrs Then with a sorrowful sigh fie departed, The wind next morning blew a pleasant gale All things being-ready, the fam'd Mary Galley, Then for Birbadoes sho straightway set sail j m o Off bnnod oxa f t U i W UJOY atf aonitf How the Father conveyed a letter to destroy young Jemmy hi<? daughter's sweetheart.-,. •r ' * j t ,TIIIfQ9t J89169B .DKM'Ju DIUA J}I£3 JBU I JEMMY was floating upon t&E wide ocean* And har cruel parents were pktttskig! i$m whiles How that the heart of-tfeeir beautiful? dfaUgfym/ With cursed gold should strive to beguile. Many a Lord of fame, birth, and breeding, Came to court this young beautiful maid ; But their rich presents and proffers vshe slighted* Constant I'll be to my jewel, she said. Now for a while we will leave this fair maiden, And toll how things with, her did go ; In fair J^arba^qes the sftip fairly arrived, But now observe tliis lover's overthrow. fewoi vloyol yra liifi^noa aiotwsiIT Young Je;mny: Wci3 SWH? m Mature, , riglish She dressed herself in gallant, attire, With costly diamonds she plaited her hair, S3 V Of �And a hundred slaves well dressed to attend her, She sent for this young man to come to her. Come, noble sailaiy she cry'd, can you fancy A lady whose riches are very great, A hundred slaves you shall have to attend you, And music to charfti ypu iii your .silent sleep. In robes of gold, my dear, I will deck you, Pearls and rich jewels I'll lay at your feet, In a pharioi of gold you shall ride for your pleasure If you can fancy me, answer ine straight. Amazed with wonder, awhile he stood gazing, Forbear, noble lady, at length he replied, In flourishing England I've voAv'd to a lady, At my return for to make her my bride. She is a charming, young, beautiful creature, She has my heart, and I can love no tiiore; I bear in my eye her sweet lovely feature, No other creature in earth I'll adore. ovoI'aM oi teb'rfg ftttbort ail-I tt*SKbih Hearing of this she did rave in distraction, Crying,' unfortunate maid, thus to love One that does basely slight all my glory, And of my person he will not approve. Loifds of renown, I their favours have slightod, Nx)W I must die for a sailor so bold :' 'T' I must not blame him because he is constant, True love, I know, is far better than gold. A costly jewel she instantly gave him, Tfeen in her trembling hand took a knife, One fatal stroke, before they could save her, . Qurckly^ dift put an end to her • life. �8 Great lamentation was made for this lady— Jemmy on board the ship he did steer; And then to England he homeward came sailing, With a longing desire to meet with his dear. But when her father found he was returning, A letter he wrote to the boatswain, his friend, Saying, a handsome reward I will give you, If you the life of young Jemmy will end. Void of all grace, and for sake of the money, The cruel boatswain the same did complete, As they on the deck were lovingly walking, He suddenly tumbled him into the deep. P A R T III. Shewing how the Ghost of young Jemmy the Sailor appeared to beautiful Nancy of Yarmouth. IN dead of the night, when all were asleep, His troubled ghost to his love did appear, Crying, Arise, you beautiful Nancy, Perform the vow you made to your dear. You are my own, therefore tarry no longer, Seven long years for your sake did I stay ; Hymen does wait for to crown us with pleasure, The bride guests are ready, then come away. She cry'd, Who is there under my window ? Surely it is the voice of my dear: Lifting her head off her downy pillow, Straight to the casement she then did repair. By light of the moon, which brightly was shining, She espied her lover, who to her did say, �Your parents are sleeping, before they awaken, Stir, my dear creature, and straight come away, 0 Jemmy, slie cried, if my father should hear the We shall be ruin'd, pray therefore repair, At the sea-side I will instantly meet you, With my two maids I will conie to you there". Her night-gown, embroidered with gold anu Carelessly round her body she throws, With the two maidens who did attend her. To meet her true-love she instantly goes. Close in his arms the spirit did enfold her, Jemmy, she said, you are colder than clay ; Sure you can never be the man I admire, Paler than death you appear unto me. Yes, fairest creature, I am your true lover, Dead or alive, you know you are mine : 1 come for my vow, my dear, you must follow My body now to a cold watery tomb. I for your sake refus'd gold and silver, Beauty and riches for you I despis'd, A charming young lady for ine did expire, For thinking of you I was deaf to her cries. Your cruel parents have been my undoing, And I do sleep in a watery tomb, Now for your promise, my dear, I am suing, Dead or alive, love, you are my own. \ �1*0 7sffr • = >- j-1fj>m: ^e'fwifi^'f) PART vm IV. B«w the Ghosts of these two unfortunate Lovers appeared to llie Boatswain, and he, having his trial, was hanged at the-yard'a arm, THE trembling lady was sorely affrighted, Amazed, she stood near the brink of the sea, With eyes lift to heayeri, ,she cried, Cruel parents, Heaven requite you for j o u r cruelty. Indeed I prolnis'd, my dbarest creature, Dead or alive, I would be his -own ; Now to perform my solemn vow I am ready, And to follow him to his watery tomb. The maids they heard the sad lamentation, But the apparition indeed could not see : Thinking the lady was fallen into distraction, They strove to persuade her contented to be, , j : Q I K O'lfi iK)7 woiisf i; )V ,0'fils 10 b£9(l UC But still she cried, My dear, X am comings And in thy bosom I'll soon fall; asleep : When she had spoke, this unfortunate lady Suddenly plunged herself into, the deep. ! « .-"f hi i. VtlWjyH •• ' But when to her father the maids told maker, He wrung his hands, crying, What have i J.done ? Uli! dearest child, it was thy cruel fattier That did provide thee a watery tomb. Two or three days then being expir'cl, These two unfortunate lovers were seen, in each others arms they together were floating, By the side of a ship, on the watery main. The cruel boatswain was stricken with horror, Straight did confess the sad deed he had done— \ �11 Shewing the letter that came from her father Which was the cause of these true-lovers' doom. On hoard the ship lie was tried for the murder, At the yard's arm wfsfs^ing'd for the same, Her father he soon broke his heart for his daughter, Before the ship into the harbour then came. The cursed gold has^used destruction, Why should the rich covet after gain ? I hope this story it will be a warning, That cruel parents may ne'er do the same. True love is better .than jewels and treasure, Riches can never buy true love, I know ; But this young couple,the^ measure, Love was the occasion of their overthrow. .woiiiiiovo i-jii ovoiq i X ->voI out? *meIo m l died ^Jnaod fo a&w od& \ 9*0^ behuoo erfa biol oldon ji y d baA Jbinl ow .^nnov ooi znvr ot 070f bnol JOY ?./ fhcifn .siAazne % e o i f t c . L v- bib wo:t Jissd itejd isd v-iov biquD -n-nr .-hill ajnewi ,n>H &i3( .iWtem on u ivAz , vM <bi.es ^oifT /JTAif ^iri^old I O b'nov >] U > 4©brri o w icdw tu-J ?.u J r u n : * Hah ow modw ot :.:J onuri.fcsv gnunifiiio & 3«orio sv'I tno?. yen <tfoy IOI ; obiasd Mitoasd Luis ,ffoh bus ^nnoy , <cml bnn bnri v>qmo*10\ . ~~~ooiii iol opcode I ii:>xj3ai airfT �THE )iii w, »«rrl 'ioi jj, or! tiiUdmd n- ; ed 'i , !.>f?t iof BLOODY GARDENER'S TRAGEDY. You constant lovers all, pray lend an ear To this relation which I bring you here ? 'Tis of a maiden fair, A Shepherd's daughter dear, True loye did prove her overthrow. She was of beauty bright, both fair and clear, And by a noble lord she courted were; She was too young, we find, As yet fond love to mind, But little Cupid her heart did ensnare. His parents were very high now in degree, They said, My son, she is no mattfi for thee: If you'd our blessing have, Grant us but what we crave, Pray wed.none but to whom we shall agree. For you, my son, IVe chose a charming bride, She's young, and rich, and beautiful beside; Of temper kind and free, This match I choose for thee— A shepherd's daughter of so menu degree! �13 If that by us you 11 not be rul'd or led, From our presence you shall be banished 5 No more we will you own, For to be our son ; O! let our will be done, or we'll end the strife. Madam, if I a begging witli you should go, Contented should I be in doing so, So that I could but have The girl that I crave— No cursed gold should part my dear and me. Was she as poor as Job, and I of royal line, And lord of all the globe, she should be mine ; His mother said, in scorn, My son is noble born, And with a beggar's brat shall ne'er be join'd. He hearing of his mother saying so Tears from his eyes in fountains did flow ; A promise I have made, Her heart I have betray'd, No other for my bride you e'er shall see. A snare then for her precious life she laid, And for to act the thing which she then did With her gardener she agreed, To do this bloody deed, Her butcher for to be and dig her grave. To the bloody gardner, she gave eighty pound, To murder her, and lay her under ground ; All in a grave so deep, In everlasting sleep, That her fair body never might be found. He wrote a letter, and sent it with speed, Saying, My dearest love, with h?ste proceed, �14 b'hn^d ioa il ooy su iv dear Meet me to niglit, my .dea Something I will declare: Poor soul! she little thinking of tho deed. She threw the fetter down and run with speed, Thinking to mqet her own trpe love iiadeet}; She search^ the garden round, But no true lovc; she found : At length the bloocjy gardener did appear. What business have you here, madam, I pray ? 0, are you come to rob ; p y garden gay ? She said, 110 thief I am, 1 wait for a young man, Who did appoint this night to meet mp here. He iiotliiiig more did say, but took a knife, And bade her straight prepare to lose her ljJfec She on iier knees did fall, Ancl to heaven did call, 0 ! welcome, welcomo cloatli, my fatal stroke ! Was this done, my dear, by your cresign ? it by y<j)ur jmr^jitsy most uj^nd, My .life is thus betray d? Farewell! fQiicUove, she, said, I hope in lie&ven I a p^ace shallfimd\ The bloody gardener found her life was gone, Dead in the ground hq laid her body down ; T^ith flowers fine and gay, The grave did overlay, Thinking her fair boay never might be found. This youthful lord, indeed, did little know, Next day jjo sero ^is own true love did go ; No shepherdess was there, M l rourici the vallies fair, The pretty lambs were wand'ring to and fro, �15 Lamenting for £he*r tender shepherdess, Then he laid him down upon the grass, T™ Heavens lie did implore, That he might see her once moye,; 0 ! then ye gods, sa^s he, t.sliiall be biessU. . dlftfoob of) I ovoi» £ :i0ri Where shall I go to find that jangeL ,hnght ? She is the pleasure of my heart's delight ; Oh ! i f alive she be, Once. moi^e lot me her .. • ^ j, 0n t [: Or else my soul shall quickly take its flight. i:[{[ ^ • ' '»' i n VjioiVujnt^ ni orfB The woods and groves with him did seemio mourn, The small birds they did sing a mournful tune Saying! Your true love is gone, And-y(pu are left alone : . . ,, Then on a mossy bank lie laid him down. II 1 1 I ' l T ' lie had no sooner clos d lus to resit, / But a milk-white dove did hover on his breast^ r j The fiuttring wings did bear Which wak'jcl him. .fejn his sJcej^,, • T And then the dove took flight, and lie was left. Now wailing for his love,, in sad despair,, To his mother's garden li^j^en (li^kep^ii^ "Whe#etfi'6"dove again he 3id see Sitting on a myrtle tree, With drooping wings it did sorrowful appear. Thou Dove so innocent, Why did you come, 0 have you lost your mate, as I have done ? No shepherdess was there, All round the vallies fair, The pretty lamb3 were wand'ring to and fro. And on the virgin did seem to go, Out of her milk-white breast the blood did flow; �16 To the place it did repair, But no true-love was there ; Then frightened to his mother he did g o : And told what unto him there did appear, Saying, I fear you have kill'd my dear ; For a dove I do declare, Did all in blood appear, And if she is dead, I'll have my share. His mother hearing of what he did say, Did turn as pale as death, and swoon'd away She in distraction run, And told him what she'd done, And where the virgin's body it was laid. He nothing more did say, but took a knife, Farewell the joy and pleasure of my life: He unto the garden flew, And pierc'd his body through ; It was cursed gold that caus'd the strife! These lovers in one silent tomb were laid, And many a briny tear for them was paid: The gardener, as we hear, Was apprehended there, And now all three are in their silent grave. �17 A B R I E F H I S T O R Y Of R O B E R T D E V E R A U I , E A R L OF ESSEX. A GREAT FAVOURITE OF QUEEN ELIZABETH ; With a Lamentable Ballad on his Death. ROBERT DEVEREAUX, Earl of Essex, was in every respect qualified for a soldier, but the most unfit man in the world for a courtier. He was very young when his father died; and was not taken notice of till the year 1589, a twelvemonth after the destruction of the Armada, at which time he hired some ships, and bore Drake company in an expedition he was going upon.—In 1591 he began to grow into favour, and was that year sent to the assistance of the king of France, with some forces under his command, and acquired much fame, so that in 1597 he was sent admiral of an expedition into America. On his return he grew high in the queen's favour, and grew so insolent upon it as often to contradict her ; but this never so arrogantly as in the year 1598, when the queen consulted with three or four counsellors about sending a superintendant of the affairs of Ireland into that kingdom. The queen had thoughts of Sir William �18 Knowles, uncle to Essex; but he as strenuously stood up for Sir George Carew; but with this the queen would not comply, when he, in a^contemptuous manner, turned Ins back upon her, which she immediately msente^'Hy'hiitMg'hW^a box on the ear. The earl now laid his hand upon his sword, but the others interposing, he was obliged to retreat. Essex afterwards made submission, and W^-again rMeij^LiHto foyour. At ihifs timp ihe ^Mficm in IrefaM wa^grown to a 'greaii height, and the lord-deputy being dead, several were proposed .to be sent thither? when Essex hinted he should be glad of that command, to which the queen consented. lie accordingly went with a large army, and an unlimited generahcommisAion, and soon appointed the Earl of Southampton as acting general. The intention of the government was, that Tir-Owen, the most formidable of the rebels, should be immediately attacked ; but the whole summer was spent in the pursuit of some robels of little note.—This conduct obliged the queen to send him some very sharp' lettefe, which lie highly Resented. At' lerigtfft lid ordered the army to march against Tir-OweA ; but ihsteM1 of eom*ng; to' a battle, lie held" a' private parlby• with that tfebel, and' concluded a ttarce wfthMn M six Weokfe,' -renewable dt the end of tliat'time for six we&ks mbr£; and*so oil. But finding his cortdtifct disliked1 in Etiglaivd, he h&stened thither, lfeayirigf Ireland witltout orders ; upon which he was put jftto etasfcody- at tile Itfrd keeper's house. Aftei4J moiitfte':confinement he was suffered to go to his The- qtieeh now ffcoceed^d agaiftst feftn}k>WW)uWhm' sUfteF Kim itnpeaclied in tite sta^chft*liHer,fest thoy'r should accuse him of high treason, or fine him "considerably. She apjloii<t§4:a s^lefetreMVnnteibii!try him at tfie'lordkeepers, where, after a long hearing, they determim AMpW lo tlffoffoifjfiirfimtfp9AT . .mob �19 edhe should lose his places, and remain in confinement dining the queen's pleasure. Had iria behaviour, : during his confinement, answer^- the mildness with which ha was treated, no (foivbt would soon have been restored to- fawu'iirl^tt I © n wa§ too hot-headed, and those about kiin piNt Him wrong counsel; they told him the lmi^i^ti'i^ his enemies, and since he could noi/byfeir imam; he ought to endeavour to remove tdiem biyfrfoimEssex and his colleagues, ,now formed a (teign of seizing upon the palace, and in ift tke queen and her • counsel, and also* upon the Towner ami the city of' London ; but being suspeoted,»he^ wa* summon*' od. before the council, and refused /to appear un<tep a pretence of indisposition. Finding- Iris measure* entirely broken, 011 the 8th of February,: l#0fli W> ing Sunday, , and early in the mdfn^igi h r hadnsofc some noblemen and about 300 wifb liiuj, Thp news- of this beingj brought t£)--thie. queen, sent the lord keeper, with three more of thcf < O W JH : cilj'to learn the meaning of so> tumultuous .fa > > > wnv,ention; but instead of Answering them, iwjfc Uiean into custody, till lie' could-.-'gtft nito ilio tviaq^ expecting to find every body there would jonfci)i#f:fc but in this he was entirely deceived, as not one per son would take up arms. He was now proclaimed a traitor, and a party of- tW-queen's meeting him near St Paul's, there was a skirmish, in which some few were killed, and Essex was obliged to* retreat by watfcri lie /w*iit IW fills own Jious(\ which he fortified in some measure, but in vain. The great ordnance. was -brought against hirm/,and, after a > short defence; iu which some livds were < lost, he surrendered and was brb light to trial, with Southampton, before his peers, impeached <of high treason, convicted, and condemned. Southairripton was saved; but Essex, on the 2&th> .(being AshWednesday) was. priyajbely• ORAEGLITBIK in- the- Tower. .*rf2'ff f'^t? t>r.f *?{{ >(ooi ^Ft �20 ' .-'J Some writers have asserted, that of all the queen's paramours, Essex was her greatest favourite ; that on a certain occasion she presented him with a diamond ring, as a token of her love and esteem, and told him, that if at any time he should be placed in difficult circumstances, on sending her this ring, she would do her utmost to relieve him. But unfortunately for him, in the time of his greatest need, he possessed not this token of her affection—a beautiful lady of quality, whom he loved more than the queen, having previously got it from him. Some time after the death of Essex, the queen was informed of the lady who had the ring, when she hastened to her house, where she found her in bed, in a dying state, and dragged her from thence on to the floor by the hair of the head, uttering bitter reflections and imprecations on her for her conduct.—The queen never recovered her wonted cheerfulness after this affair, but was more retired, and less attentive to public business. Her spirits became more and more depressed, till the spring of 1603, when death put a period to her sufferings. THE BALLAD. ALL you that cry 0 llone! 0 Hone! Come now and.sing 0 Hone with me, For why, our Jewel is from us gone, The valiant Knight of Chivalry : Of rich and poor belov'd was he, In time an honourable Knight, When by our laws condemn'd to die, He lately took his last good night. �si Count him not like to Champion, Those traiterous men of Babington, Nor like the Earl of Westmoreland, By whom a number were undone: He never yet hurt mother's son— His quarrel still maintain'd the right, The salt, salt tears my face run down, When I think on his last good night. The Portugals can witness be, His dagger at Lisbon-gate he flung, And, like a Knight of Chivalry, His chain upon the gates he hung: I would to God that he would come, To fetch them back in order right, Which thing was by his honour done, Yet lately took his last good night. The Frenchmen they can testify, The town of Gournay he took in, And march'd to Rome immediately, Not caring for his foes a pin: With bullets then he pierc'd their skin, And made them fly before his sight; He then that time did credit win, And now hath ta'en his last good night Would God he ne'er had Ireland kti'otav. Nor set one foot on Flanders grounJ, Then might we well enjoy our own, But oh, our jewel can not be found— Which makes our trickling tears abound, • Washing our cheeks—a mournful sight; 7 Still, still his name in our ears doth sound, But now he's ta'en his last good night! •>RIT r jva * ,?LF> * "FR �or 0"Iff ion HU'l HittoO >o nem osoiIT .bnsbiom^o/A lo h*EE ortt oiil to>! DAFT W A T T Y ' S RAMBLE TO i n o d i !7 <frf-jni«rrrlM?TT( m c r t p S f H • .. vol; mrr ' rl . h " l ^ r r h r r r rn:?; ^ i.h I o.<(T IF J U ax me where I come frae, I say the fell syde, O Where ladder and mudcler, aiid honest fVok;beyde, And my sweetheart, 0 bless her! she thoji^ht nyen like me, » H _ For when slid shiilk lipids, the tears tiish^d frae her e'e, U Says I * I itiun e'en get a spot if 1 can, But whafflkH betMe mo, I'll thii& o ' t M , Nan!" Nan was a perfect |)eauty, wi' twee cheeks like codlin blossoms-; tip yerra s^t. on her j£$de my mouth a# water, " Fares-te-weel, Watty!" says she ; " tou's a wag amang lasses, and 111 snje thee nae mair!''—Nay, dun net growl, Nan, says I— ,nrw jiboio bib oixiii todi norft eH " For, mappen, er lang, I'se be jnais&n* mysel';' Sae we buss'd, and I tuik a last luik at the fell; On I whussl'd and wander*d ; my bundle I flung O'er my shoulder* wheai Cow\ey he efter me sprung, And howl'd, silly, follow! aad fawri'd at myrfit, As if to say, Watty, we mu»net part yet !? At Carol I staid wi' a &trae i' my mouthy And they tuik me, nae doubt, for a promis1' .bum j r fen ! Mgfrr bcog t >'.f Aifi :vj s ' r on tuE The weyves com round me in clusters—" What weage dus te ax, canny lad ?" says yen. " Wey, i , �?3, three pun and a crown : wunnet beate & hair 0* mi b M 9 * « f # h » m r. « Dui—wey I cufi ploughs sow, "mow, shear;ffinish, dlkfy ftiilk, ktirh, W c k i M , fcife ar'^Mfffleiid cargear, dance a whompype, nick a n?tg\s tail, hunt a brock, or feight iror a yen o' mv wefeht in 10 aw Croglin parish.'"/'' * * An a u m i b e a ^ ^ ^ y ^ ^ c d f ^ W ^ e ^ taw&T* But that day, I may say't, aw my sorrow began. ol]>k>t ivy '3 i n <o?>mqqirt bite rfiwg oowi iw .wo/ Furst, Cowley, peur fellow! they h&rtgM i' the -r(f.G->nstreet,,Y jj^//' elnfw a 6f W m J w Awi sMnn'dj eod' fdrgie them! 'for ehooil W tlrefr isii*tffT»ftt voIwoO tooq mtblhi I flriW 1 cry'd, and they caw'd me poor half witted clown, And' banter'd and follow'd me all up and dowri i Neist my deam she e'en starv'd me tliattWter liv'd j-fweei^ifv/ >[iii'>;'il an oi b'irrirtoi n i l 00?. o f Her. ha*d words; and luiks wad hae frecten'd tfie : oudetfiLnisbrt eoimra o^IH moostau^IGW She had a lang beard, for aw t'warl' like a billygoat, wV a kiln-dried frosty face, and then the smawest leg 0' mutton in aw Carel market sarvcd the cat, me and her for a week. The bairnS meade sec gam 011 us,' and thundered at the tapper, as if to waken a corp ; when I opened the duir, they threw stour i' my caw'd me daft Watty; Sae I pack'dri4pmy duds S^lien niv quarter was out, A i i ^ w f ^ w e a ^ r riiy ^clM', Suin my reet hand breek pocket they pick'd in a fray* , Aim ART And wi' fifteen white shillings they slipp d clean away, Forby my twee letters frae mudder and Nan, Where they said Carel lasses wad Watty trapan ; �24 *o m i l ft Jonnnw B bflfl nirq oojffa Ay, there were some forgery chaps had me just sign my neame. " Nay," says I, " you've getten a wrang pig by the lug, for I cannot write!" Then a fellow like a lobster, aw leac'd and feathered, ax't me, " Watty, wull te list ? thou s either be a general or gomeral." Nay, I winnet, that's plain ; I's content wi' a cwot a' mudder's spinnin laxg&S wonoa y rrr vrn J r M %Am I terfi JpH Now, wi' twee groats and tuppence, I'll e'en toddle heame, But ne'er be a swodger, while Watty's my neame, Now my mudder '11 gowel, and my fadder 11 stare, When I tell them poor Cowley they'll never see mair; Then they'll bring me a stuil; as for Nan she'll be fain, To see I'm returned to my friends yence again ;— The barn and the byer, and the auld hollow tree, Will just seem like cronies yen's fidgin to see ; The sheep aw ken Watty's voice now. The peat-stack we used to lake round 'ill be burnt ere this! As fo* Nan, she'll be owther married or broken-hearted ere now. An' aw be weel, we'll hae sic fun, sic fiddlin, dancin, drinkin, singin, and smeukin, till aw's blue with us— Amang aw our neybors sec wonders I'll tell, And never mair leave my auld friends or the fell. • U - OT^m M l THE END. Y ' i j t d eavrt T i n ^d'lO i isQ b ru '/'nit ©loriW � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a71f3d72321459fdfc223b410cbf56de.jpg c33f6ad688c5c2ee9b26537231df9057 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 Constant Lovers; or Jemmy and Nancy of Yarmouth. Also, The Bloody Gardner. Likewise a brief history of The Earl of Essex, a great favourite of Queen Elizabeth; with a lamentable ballad on his death. To which is added, Daft Watty's Ramble to Carlisle. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. 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Title A name given to the resource Woodcut on title-page portraying a young man wearing a straw hat and coat standing in front of a large box of tobacco in a tropical climate https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a986574d595e19cdb5942ea65a1caa5f.pdf 12fe3bdef0d080a129571c45504c4c95 PDF Text Text THE COMICAL STORY OF T H f t U H i l Y CAP AND THE GHAIST TO WHICH IS ADDED THE HIGHLAND STORY OF DONALD& HIS DOG. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS �0 I Y30T8- .UlDIMOO © 3 H T T 81A H O a a a a A si HDIHW OT iftIVi u /AAWVUl^ 'MVV .OOfl filli MLI./../KXI : WO03V TO 3HT JHH <MTKIJIr �THRUMMY CAP. A TALE. IN ancient times, far i' the north, A hunder miles ayont the forth, Upon a stormy winter day, Twa men forgather'd oc the way, Ane was a sturdy bardoch chiel An' frae the weather happit weel, Wi« a mill'd plaiding jockey-coat And eke he on his head had got A thrummy cap baith large and gtout, Wi< flaps ahind, as weel's a snout, Whilk button'd close aneath his chin, To keep the cauld frae getting in : Upon his legs he had gammashes, Whilk sodgers term their spatterdashes An' on his hands, instead o' gloves. Large doddy mittens, whilk he'd roo*«t Tor warm ness, an4 an aiken stick Nae verra lang, but unco thick, Intill his nieve—he drave awa', But car d tor neither frost nor suaw, The ither was just the reverse, (J- claes and courage baith was scarce, Sae in our tale, ; s we go on, 1 think we'll ca' him cowVldy John. Sae on they gade at a gnde scowe'r, 'Cause that they saw a gathering shower,- �4 Grow verra thick upon tlie wind, Whilk to their wae they soon did find 5 A mighty show'r o' snaw and drift, As ever dang down frae the lift ! Right wild and boist'rous Boreas roar'd, Preserves! quoth John, we'll baith be smor'd* Our trystic end we'll ne'er make o u t ; Chear up, says Thrummy, never d o u t . But I'm some fly'd we've tint our way, Howe'er at the neist house we'll stay, Until we see gif it grow fair, Gin no, a' night we'll tarry there. Weel, weel, says Johnny, we shall try ? Syne they a mansion house did spy, Upo' the road a piece afore, Sae up they gade unto the door, W here Thrummy chappit wi' his stick, Syne to the door came verra quick, A meikle dog, wha barked fair, But Thrummy for him didna c a r e ; H e handled weel his aikeu staff, An' spite o*s teeth he kept him aff Until the Landlord came to see, And ken fat might the matter be ; Then verra soon the dog did cease The Landlord then did spear the case Quoth Thrummy, Sir, we ha'e gane rill ; we thought we'd ne'er a house get till, W e near were smor'd amo' the drift, And sae gudeman, ye ll mak' a shift To gi'e us quarters a' this night, For now we dinnaha'e the light, Farer to gang, tho' it were fair, See gin ye hae a bed to spare. �5 Whatever ye charge we cauna grudge. But satisfy ye, ere we budge T o gang awa - - a n d fan 'tis day, We'll pack out all, and tak the way. T h e Landlord said, O 6 beds I've nane, O u r ain fowks they will scarce contain, But gin ye'll gang but twa miles foret Aside the Kirk dwalls Robbie Dorret, W h a keeps a Change-house, sells guide drink, H i s house ye may mak out I think. Quoth Thrnmmy, th t's owre far awa', T h e roads are sae blawn up wi' snaw, To mak it is na in our power; For, look ye, there's a gathering shower Just coming on— you'll let us bide, T h o ' we should sit by the fire side. The Landlord said to him, Na, na, I canna let you bide ava, Chap aff, for 'tis iia worth your while T o bide, when ye hae scrimp twa mile To g a n g - - s a e quickly aff you'll steer, F o r faith, 1 doubt ye'll na be here. T ^ a mile! quo' Thrummy, deil speed me, If frae your house this night 1 jee, A r e we to starve in Christian land ? As lang's my stick bides in my hand, A n ' siller plenty in my pouch, T o nane about your house I'll crouch, Landlord, ye needna be sae rude, For faith we'll mak our quarters good. Come, John, let's in, we'll tak a sate, F a t sorrow gars yon look so blate ? Sae in he gangs, and sets him down, -Says lie, there's nae about your town. �6 Sill put flie out till a ne>v day. Lang as I've silier for to pay, The Landlord said., Ye'r<' rather rash, To turn you out I carina fash, Since ye're so positive to hide, But troth. vese sit by the fire-side; [ tald ye else of beds I've name, Unoccupied, except bareane; In it. 1 fear, ye winna Iy ; lu>r stoutest heart has aft,been shy To venture in wjthin the room, After the night begins to gloom; For in it they can ne'er get rest, k l is haunted by a frightful ghaist; Oursels are terrified a' night, Sae ye may chance to get a sight, Like that which some o' our fowk saw, } (ilar better still ye gang awa', Or else ye'll maybe rue the day, Guide faith quo' John, I'm thinking sae ; Better into the neuk to sit, Than fla'd, Gude keep's, out o' out wit; Preserve us ever frae all evil, I widna like to seethe devel! Whisht gowk, quo1 Thrummy, baud your peace That sanna gar me quit this place ; Nor great nor sma' 1 ne'er did ill, The ghaist nor deil my rest shall spill. I will defy the meikle deil, And a' his warks I wat fu' weel; What the sorrow then maks you sae erry ? Fling by your fears, and come he cheery, Landlord gin ye'll mak up that bed, J promise I'll he verra glad, 4 �7 W i t h i n the same a' night to lie, If t h a t the room be warm and dry, T h e Lanlord says, Ye'se get a tire, And candle too gin ye desire, W i ' beuks to r e a d ; and for your bed, I'll orders gie, to g e t it made. J o h n says, as I'm a Christian man, W h o never likes to curse nor ban, N o r steal, nor lie, nor drink, nor roar, I'll never gang within its door, But sit by the fireside a' nighit, And gang awa' where'er 'tis light. Says Thrummy till him, wi' a glow'tr, Y e cowardly gowk I 11 mak ye cow r * Come up the stair alang wi' me, A n d I shall cautiou for ye be. Then J o n n y faintly gaed consent. Sine up the stairs to the room they went, W h e r e soon they gat baith fire and light, T o haud them hearty a' the n i g h t ; T h e Landlord likewise gae them m e a t ; Meikle as they baith could eat • Shew'd then their bed and bade them gang T o it, whene'er they did think l a n g : Sae wishing them a gude repose Straight syne to his ain bed he goes. O u r travelers now being left alane,. 'Cause that the frost was nipping keen, Coost aff their shoon, and warme d their feet, T h e n syne gaed to their bed to sleep. B u t cowardly J o h n wi' fear was quaking, He coudna sleep but still lay waking, Sae troubled with his panic fright, W h e n near the twalt hour o l night, �8 That Thrummy waken'd, arid thus spoke, Preserv's ! quoth he, I rn like to chock Wi' thirst, arid I maun hae a drink, I will gang down the stair, I think, And grapple for the water-pail, 0 for a waught o' caller ale I Johnny grips till him, and says, Na, 1 winna let you gang awa': W o w will you gang and leave'me here A3ane to die wi perfect fear ? Rise and gae wi me then, quoth Thrumm Ye senseless gude-for-naething bummy, I'm only gaen to seek some water, i will he back just in a clatter. Na na says J o h n I'll rather He But as I'm likewise something dry G if ye can get a jug or cap Fesh up to me a little drap. Av ay quoth Thrummy that I will Aitho ye shonldna get a gill. Sae dow n he goes to seek a drink, But then he sees a little blink O' light that shone upon the floor, Out throngh the lock-hole o' the door, Which wasna fast but stood a-gee, Whatever's there he thinks he'll see: Sae bauldly o'er the threshold ventures. Then in within the door he enteis. But reader judge of the surprise T h a t there he saw with wondering eyes A spacious vault well stored wi' casks (T reaming ale and some big flasks, And stride-legs o'er a cask o' ale He saw the likeness oi himsel'. �9 J u s t in the dress that he coost aff, A thrummy and an aiken staff, Gammashes and the jockey coat; And in its hand the Ghaist had got A big* four-legged timber bicker, Fill'd to the brim wi' nappy liquor, Our hero at the spectre stared, But neither daunted was not car'd, lint to the Ghaist stright up did step, AU' says, dear brother, Thrummy Cap, T h e warst ye surely dinna drink, So I wi' you will taste 1 t h i n k ; Syne took a jug, pou'd out the pail, A id fill d it up wi' the same ale, Frae under where the spectre sat, And then up stairs wi' it he g a t ; Took a gude drink, gae John auither, Bnt never tald him o' his brither That he inta the cellar saw, Mair t h a n he'd naething seen ava, Light brown and nappy was the beer : W h a r did you get it ? John did speir, S iys Thrummy, sure ye ncedna tare, I'll gae and try and get some mair, Sae down the stair again he goes, T o get o' drink anlther dose. Being positive to hae some mair But still he fand the Ghaist was there, Now on a butt behind the door: Says he, ye didri* ill before, Dear brother Thrummy, sae I'll try You ance again, because I'm dry. H e tills his jug stright out below, An up the stair again does go. �10 J o h n marvelled sair, but didna speir Again w here he did get the beer, F o r it was stronger then the first, Sa^ they baith drank till like to burst, Syne did compose themsels to rest, T o sleep a while they thought it best. One hour in bed they hadna been, They scarcely weel had closed their een, When j u s t into the neighbouring c h a n c e r T h e y heard a dreadfu' din and clamour. Beneath the bed-claes J o h n did cow'r, B u t T h r u m m y jump'd upon the floor, Him by the sark tail J o h n did baud ; L y e still, quoth he, fat are ye mad ? T h r u m m y then gaed hasty j u m p , Syne took J o h n on the ribs a thump, Till oti the bed he tumbled down, In little better then a swoon, W h i l e T h r u m m y fast as he could rin, Sets aff to see what made the din. T h e chamber seem'd to him as light, G i f a s t h e sun where shining bright, T h e Ghaist was stanen at the door ; In the same' dress he had afore ; And o'er a n e n t i t , at the wa', W e r e ither apparitions twa. T h r u m m y beheld them for a-wee, B u t deil a word as yet spake he T h e spirits seerne'd to kick a ba f , T h e Ghaist against the other twa ; Whilk close they drave baith back and fore, Atween the chimney and the door. H e stops a while and sees the play, Syne, riiinin up, he this did say^ �11 Ane for ane may weel compare. B u t twa for ane is rather sair ; T h e play's nae equal, say I vow, Dear brother T h r u m m y , I'll help you* T h e n wi' his fit he kicked the ba<, G a r d it play stot against the wa'; Quick then, as lightning f r a the sy, T h e spectres with a horrid cry, a' vanished in a clap oc thun'er. while T h r u m m y at the same did won'er. T h e room WT?S quiet now aud dar&, An4 T h r u m m y striping in his sark; Glauming the gate back to his bed, H e thinks he hears a parson tread, An' ere he gat without the door, T h e Ghaist again stood him before, And in his face did staring stand, Wi4 a big candle in its hand. Q u o t h T h m m m y , Friend, I want to know w h a t brings you frae the shades below, 1 in goodness 4 name command Y o u tell your story just aff hand ? F a t wad ye h a e ? — M l do my best F o r you, to let you be at rest. T h e n says the Ghaist, ' T i s thirty year Sinse I've been doorn'd to wander here ; I n all that time there has been none Behave ( d sae bold as ye have d o n e : S ae if you'll do a j o b for me, Disturbance mair I'll never gie. Sae on your tale, quoth T h r u m m y T o do ye justice sure will try. T h e n mark me weel, the Ghaist replied A n d ye shall soon be satisfied: �12 E£r<ae this aback near forty year, I of this place was overseer, When this L a n d ' s father had the land r A' thin^ was then at my command, W i ' power to do as 1 thought tic, In ilka cause I chief did s i t : T h e Laird paid great respect for me But I an ill return did ^ie, T h e Title-Deeds of his Estate (Jut of the sajue I did hitu cheat, And stale them frae whare they did lie Some days before the Laird did die His son at that time was in France, And sae I thought I'd liae a chance, (xif he sud never come agaiu, T h a t the Estate would be my ain. But scarcely three bare weeks were past, When death did come and grip me fast, Sae sudden that I hadna pow'r The charter back for to restore, Soon after that hame came the heir, And syne got up the reefu rair, W h a t sorrow was come o' the Rights? Thev sought them several days and nights But never yet hae they been seen, As 1 aneath a inuckle stane Did hide them i' this cham'er wa\ Weel sew'd up in a leather ba'; But 1 was ne'er allow'd to rest Untill that I the same confest; But this to do i hadna power, F r a e yon time to this verra hour T h a t I've revealed it a to you, And now I'll tell you what to do. �13 Till nae langsyne nae mony kenfc, That this same laird the rights did w a n t ; But now they hae him at the law, And the neist week the laird maun shaw, Before the court the rights o's land, This put him to an unco stand, For if he didna shaw them there, O a4 his lands he'll be striped bare ; Nae hopes has he to save his state, This makes him sour and unco blate: He canna think whar's rights may be^ And ne're expects them mair to see, But now my friend mark what I tell And ye'll get something to yoursel. Tak out the stane there in the wa', And there ye'll get the leather ba', Tis just ihe same that you did see, W h e n you said that you would help m e ; T h e rights are sewed up in its heart, But see you dinna wi4 them part, Until the laird shall pay you down ,I ust fifty guineas and a crown, Wliilk at my death was due to me, This for thy trouble I'll give thee ; And I'll disturb this house nae mair, 'Cause 1 11 be free frae all my care. This Thrummy promised to do, And syne the Ghaist bid him adieu And vanished with a pleasant sound Down through the laft and thro' the ground. Thrummy gaed back sine to his bed, And cowardly John was verra glad, That he his neibour sawance mair, For of his life he did despair. �14 Wow man, quo' John, whare hae you been. Come tell rne a4 fat ye hae seen. Na, bide, says Thrummy, till day-light, And syne I'll tell you hale and right. Sae baith lay still arid took a nap, Until the ninth hour it did chap. Thrummy syne raise, put on his claes, And to the chamber quick he gaes, Taks out the stane into the wa'. And soon he found the leathern h a ' ; Took out the Rights, replac'd the stane, Ere J o h n did ken vvhar he had been : Then baith came stappingdown the stair, The morning now was calm and fair. Weel, quoth the Laird, my trusty frien', Hae ye ought in our chamber seen ? Quoth Thrummy, Sir, I naething saw T h a t did me ony ill ava. Weel, qnoth the Laird, ye now may gang, Ye ken the day's verra lang ; In the meantime its calm and clear, Y e lose your time in bidiug here. Quoth Thrummy, Sir, mind what 1 tell, I've mair right here than you yoursel. Sae till I like I here shall bide, The Laird at this began to chide: Says he, my friend, you're turning rude. Quoth Thrummy, I'll my claim make good, F o r here I just before you a*, T h e Rights o' this Estate can shaw, And that is mair than ye can do. W h a t ! quo' the Laird, can that he true ? T i s true, quoth Thrummy, look and see, D'ye think that I would tell a lie. �The Parchments frae his pouch then drew, And down upon the table threw. The Laird at this up to him ran, And cried, Whar did you get them, man ? Syne Thrummy taid him a4 the tale As I've taid you, baith clear and hale. T h e Laird at this was fidgin Tain, T h a t he had gat his Rights again: And fifty guineas down did tell, Besides a present fra\» himsel. Thrummy thanked him, an' syne his gowd Intil a muckle purse he stow'd. And cramm'd it in his oxter-pouch, And syne sought out his aiken crutch : And fare-ye-weel, I maun awa, And see gin I get thro' the sna'; Weel, fare-ye-weel, replied the Laird : But how comes it ye hanna' s h a r d Or gien your neibor o( the money? Na, by my saul I, Sir, quo' Thrummy, ' When I the siller, Sir, did win, ( T o ha'e done this wad be a sin.) Before that- I the Ghaist had laid, T h e nasty beast had the bed.. And sae my tale 1 here do eud, I hope no one it will offend : My muse wil! na assist, me linger, T h e dorty jade sometimes does anger, I thought tier ance a gay sm irt lass, But now she's come to sic a pass, That a* my cudgeli lg ond weeping, Will hardly wake her out o' sleeping: To plague her 1 winna try, But dight my pen and lay it by. �DON AL AND D HIS DOG. Atween twa hills that tower'd up to the clouds, Clad o'er with heather, bent, and wuds ; 'Mang rocks, and steeps, and waters falling, W a s Highland Donald's humble dwelliug. Aroun' his hut, beneath his eye, Fed bout a score o' stirks and key, Whiik, wi- his wife and family, were His pleasure aud pecular care : A mang sic barren heights and howes, W h a r grain for food but scanty grows, His family were but sparely fed— Right coarse, and barely were they clad; l or he had wi' the laird for years Had, 4 aginst his will been in arrears For whiik he had to thole the snarl And threats o' the tyrannic carl Till Donald's independent spirit �17 Nae langer was resolved to bear it, And hardships was resolved to scorn— As the saying is, 4 to inak' a spoon or spoil a horn.' He shrewd and clever was, I t r o w ; Spak 4 Gaelic weel, and Lawlan's, too ; And, as he was an honest chiel, By a4 his neighbours liket weel. Ae day—contrivin' what to dae To keep hiinsel' aboon the brae— A plan he modell'd in his head, And thus it down before them laid :— That twa weeks hence in England, there W a d be a great black cattle fair, Wliar kye as he learnt frae men o' dealings Gied double price gi'en in the Highlands. Now if, wi' what he could himsel Spare safely frae his flock to sell, They wad mak' up a drove amang them, He pledged his word he wadna wrang them, But render, at his 0011™' back, A just account 0' ilka plack; Allowing him for recompense Some sma' commission a n d ' s expense.' On this they quickly greed to gie �Itf Out o' their flocks some twa, some three Till a handsome drove colleckit, x\nd to the south his way direckit. H e mounted was upon a pony, A dog his servant was, and crony; And by his side, like ony lord, There hung a braid sheep-headed s w o r d No as a wcaqon o' offence; But, in case o' need, for self-defeijee ; For they wlia liket, rich or poor, Might wear a sword in days b1 yore. Baith ear' and late—baith wat and dry—r The dog and Donald drave the kye : And, after muckle toil and care A* safe and sound they reached the fair. The kye were said—the price was paid— 'Twas down in yellow guineas laid; The guineas in his purse was sneckit— The price was mare than he expeckit. Whilk raised his heart—and I wat weel H e thought himsel' a clever chiel. Instead o' Donald longin' careless About the fair, to keek at fairlies, Or bonze wi limmers, or to gamble, Or spend his cash in ony ramble^ �19 He wisely mounts Highland sheltv, And took the roful on heltv skeftyv As he rode on and cracked his wimp, y gentleman came riding up, Wha bade' Good day/ wi friendly air, And spiered • if he'd been at the fair?' When Donald; without vain parade, Returned him thanks, and said 4 he had f And a his business; tap and tail o't, When at the fair, he la ni l the hale o't. Right crotise they grew wi' ane anither. And mony stories tanfd to ither, Rout kings ain' priests an' great commanders, The wars in Britain, France, and Flanders. When mony niHeVthey'd rode in league," They in a hollow reached a brig Across a burn, that ran wi' ease Down through a glen adorned wi' trees. Now 'twas a bonnie summer's day, When a' the fields were clothed and gay, They stopped, and dropped there tales and jokin', Their horses'lowing drouth to slokeri, And greed some little time to pass, To let them rest and eat some grass. �20 Now, as Donald and his comrade sat Upon the green, they resumed their c h a t : And Donald's dog before their teet Lay stretched, and panting wi' the heat — And Donald's sword, which he did carry Beneath his hodden-grey havarry, The Englishman's attention seized, He begged a sight o% if he pleased Whilk Donald drew and frankly gave him, In confidence he'd not deceive him. The billy thanked him for the sight o't, Then praised the size the mak, an weight o't. And asked at Donald, on his word, If maist he trusted to the dog or sword, Supposing the case, that any pad Should demand the money that he had ? ' The sword,' quoth Donald, * I can wield, And should sic wretch, by road or field, E'er daur demand frae me a shilling, I'd plunged with freedom in the villain ; Yet ne'ertheless, for a' my cracks o't, 1 wadna gie the dog for sax o't. W i ' this the fellow, at the word, Chapped aff the dog's head with the sword ; Syne pointed it to Donald's heart, �21 And swore he with his cash should part, Or instantly, with stabs and cuts, He'd pierce his heart and rip his guts. * 0 1 ' says Donald, * spare my life, F o r sake o' my poor weans and wife! Hae, there's the cash; but wi< what shame And grief maun I face friends at hame ! They'll no believe a word o't neither— Lord help's, we're ruined a thegitker 24 ' Stop,' says the fellow, ? cease your crying Your friends will not suppose you lying; They will believe what you say to them. By evidence which you shall give them From ever man I rob I've credit, By giving me his hand I did i t ; My comrades ami I together This token give to one another ; So one of your hands must go with me So take your choice, which shall it be, < My dog is gane and darling purge, And now my hand - s t i l l worse and worse Hae mercy on me " Donald prays, I'll be a beggar a' my days.' 'No mercy for you, ' cried the wretch ; ^pme, down wi t—I'll make quick dispatek �22 < Weel-then,' says Donald, 4 I submit, But ae repuest grant, if it's f i t ; That is, since my left hand must go, Drive't aff at ae most desperate blow • N o on the saft green, there perhaps Ye'll pine me sair by several chaps, But ye'll at ance mair siocar do t On yonder smooth tree's spreading root.* P u i r Donald's prayer was heard, he then Made bare his left hand shackle-bane, And on the tree root laid it quaking ; The robber now his aim was taking— Baith hands raised the vengfV whittle, And, as he drew with awful ettle, Sly Donald slipped his arm a-jee. W h e n firm the sword stuck in the tree. 4 Have at ye now, ye cruel wretch,' Quoth Donald, 4 I am now your match V that he caught him by the collar, G i e d h i m a jerk that garred him gollar; Donald's blood boiled in a passion, H e gied his face a horrid bashin, His cravate Donald squeesed sae tight, T h a t faith he strangled him maisfc outright. By this means Donald manned to mak �23 His hands secure ahint his back* Syne on the horse he put the billy, His feet he tied beneath his belly; T h e dog, whom Donald mourned full sore, A frightfu' sight of reeling gore, H e on ahint the fellow placed Across the hurdies of the beast. Syne, Donald's triumph to evince, H e mounts his horse proud as a prince—Brandished the sword, and dared the blade To move his hands, feet, tongue, or head; T h a t if he did, he warned him now Up to the hilt he'd run him through. Sae on t h e road they moved alang, And Donald crooned a Highland sang; They reache'd the town, folks were surpris'd T h e rober soon was recognized; The magistrates they brawly kent him, F o r mair nor arice he'd been f o m e n t them, F o r mony years his deeds of horror H a d kept baith far and near in terror, F o r whilk, whae'er wad apprehend him, And to the nearest prison send him, W a d he entitled to regard, And twenty guineas of reward, �24 Whilk Donald got in word a«d deed, With honours heaped upon his head. T h e rober, too got his reward— Stern Justice at him awfu' stared; (3 u lt and remorse his bosom stung, Hence he was tried, condemned, and hung. Bauld Donald soon arrived at ha me, Paid aff his laird and ilka claim ; Mair o' him ye'd tire to hear me tell, But he was soon a laird himsel , Yet ne'er forgot the awfu* shock, When his left hand lay on the block E N D OF DONALD AND HIS DO0 � 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 033:Title-page illustration of a young man in casual dress standing in front of a large box of tobacco in a tropical climate. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The comical story of Thrummy Cap and the Ghaist. To which is added The Highland story of Donald &amp; his dog. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Highland story of Donald &amp; his dog Extent The size or duration of the resource. 24 pages 15 cm Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923288593505154">s0488b16</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 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 poetry Subject The topic of the resource Wit and Humor Supernatural Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow # of Woodcuts: 1 Architecture: hut Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1831-1840 Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: fairytale/folk tale Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): working class Gender: man/men Nature: flower(s) Nature: tree(s) Object: crate/barrel(s) Object: tobacco Outdoor Scene 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/6d2e047d7802ae8df0b0ff505ffb22f2.jpg 1c3689d7072a653128b19f28a5931712 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut on title-page portraying a soldier wearing a helmet with feathers and cloak with ace turned to left https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/97fec4f3de0d3eeeceac8efcdf8cd130.pdf 3c5b42fda3c0654aa983fcaf3e0c1988 PDF Text Text THE DRUNKEN EXCISEMAN TO W H I C H IS ADDED, YOUNG DONALD OF DUNDEE. WHEN I WAS YOUNG. LANGSYNE BESIDE THE WOODLAND BURN. AND ROBIN HOOD. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR TIIE m . BOOKSELLERS. �SONGS. n • >'. i THE DRUNKEN EXCISEMAN. 1 KNOW that JQWg lii^ to h^oo* a n$w song Of something that's funny and not very long. It is of an Exciseman the truth I will tell, Who thought that one night he was going to hell. Fal de lal, &c. One night he went out to look for his prey; He did meet with some smugglers, as I heard them say, In tasting the liquo?s they were going to sell, The Exciseman got drunk, the truth I will tell. He got so intoxicated he fell to the ground, And like a fat sow was forced to lie down, Just nigh to a coal pit fe. Exciseman did lie, When four or five colliers b j chance did come by. They shouldered him up and hois$(l him away, Like a pedlar's pack, without any delay ; Into the bucket they handled him down, This jollj Exciseman they got under ground. /ft �3 The Exciseman awakened with terrible fear, Upstarted a collier, says what brought yon hear, Indeed Mr Devil, I don't very well know, But I think I am come to the regions below. Says the collier, what was you in the world above, I was an Exciseman and few did me love; Indeed Mr. Devil the truth I will tell, Since I've got here, Til be what you will. Since you're an Exciseman, here you must remain, You will never get out of this dark cell again; The gates they are fast, and bind you secure. All this you must suffer fot robbing the poor. Indeed Mr. Devil if you'll pity me, No more will I rob the poor you shall see; If you will look over, as you've done before, I never will rob the poor any more. Come give me your money, which now I demand Before you can get to the christian land, 0 yes, Mr. Devil, the Exciseman did say, 1 wish to get back, for to see light of day. DONALD OF DUNDEE. Young Donald is tbe blithest lad That e'er made love to me, Whene'er he's by my heart is glad, He seems so gay and free; �Then on his pipe he plays so sweet, And in his plaid he looks so neat, It cheers my heart at eye to meet Young Donald of Dundee. Whene'er I gang to yonder grove, Young Sandy follows me. And fain he wants to be my love But ah ! it canna be. T W mither frets both ear and late, For me to wed this youth I hate, There's nane need hope to gain young Kate But Donald of Dundee. When last we ranged the banks of Tay The ring he showed to me, And bade me name the bridal day, Then happy would he be. I ken the youth will aye prove kind, Nae mair my mither will I mind, Mess John to me shall quickly bind Young Donald of Dundee. WHEN I WAS YOUNG. When I was young and in my prime, My mother selt good ale; I let the young men kiss my mouth, But guarded well my tail �5 Till on a day came the young laird, And he spoke wondrous crouse, He'd make me lady of all his land, Likewise my mother's house. I answered him right sharply, I said that will not do, But give me fifty pounds in hand And I'll be at bour bow. The money then was telled down, In silver and bright gold, And I gave him my maidenhead, And thought it was well sold. The next he was a weaver lad, Had plenty of yarn and cloth, I got from him fifteen guineas Besides a web of cloth. I put a cod upon my wame, In purpose to enrage him; I got ten guineas then from him, And he begged I would discharge him. The next he was a bold merchant lad, Who had good horse and packs, He swore that he would marry me Whenever he came back. I got from him thirteen guineas, Besides ribbons and rings, And gave him my maidenhead, Which he took in exchange. �6 I put a pack on every haunch, A cod upon my wame. And went unto the market place My merchant for to find. When he saw me he held out his paw, And said, How do you do, But weel I kent he did repent For shame blushed on his brow. I said I came to speak with him, If once the fair was done; So that very night he took the flight, And travelled with the moon. The next was a bold butcher lad, Came past in search of veal, And he was wanting to comply, The flank and wame to fill. He rifled me and touzled me, And made me to comply, I got no more but a veals head, And a gill when he came by. I was tochered now with lint and woo, A purse well worth the picking, I fancied a taylor lad, To whom I had a liking. I sent for him, he came to me, And then I told to him, If he'd agree to marry me I had a house to hold him. �The last of seven maidenheads, So freely then I gave him; 'Twas far better than the rest, For weel I wat it pleased him. ROBIN HQOD. A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singers' joy ; But Scotland has a thief as good, She has her bold outlaw Rob Roy \ A dauntless heart MKJregor shows, And wond'rous length and strength of arm He long has quelled his Highland foes, And kept his Highland friends from harm. A famous man, &c. • • ' . His daring mood p?tftects him still, For 'tis the robber's simple plan, That they should take who have thq will, . nd they should keep who flan. A And while Rob Roy is free to rove, In summer's heat, and winter's snow, - A The eagle he is lord above, And bold Rob Roy is lord below. A famous man, &c. �8 LANGSYNE BESIDE THE WOODLAND BURN. L a n g s y n e beside the woodland burn, Amang the broom sae yellow, I lean'd me 'neath the milkwhite thorn, On nature's mossy pillow; Around my seat the flow'rs were strew'd, That frae the wildwood I had pu'd, To weave mysel' a simmer snood, To pleasure my dear fellow. I twin'd the woodbine round the rose, Its richer hues to mellow, Green sprigs of fragrant birk I chose, To busk the sedge sae yellow. The craw-flow'r blue, and meadow-pink, I wove in primrose braided link, But little, little did I think, I should have wove the willow. My bonnie lad was forced afar, Toss'd on the raging billow, Perhaps he's fa'n in bloody war, Or wrecked on rocky shallow; Yet, aye I hope for his return, As round our wonted haunts I mourn, And aften by the woodland burn, I pu' the weeping willow. � 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 Drunken Exciseman; to which is added, Young Donald of Dundee. When I was Young. Langsyne beside the woodland burn. and Robin Hood. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Young Donald of Dundee When I was Young Langsyne beside the woodland burn Robin Hood Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923302103505154">s0456b37</a> Description An account of the resource 65 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 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 Alcohol Crime Religion and Morals Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1840-`1850?] # of Woodcuts: 1 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 Weapons: sword(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3c18bffa956a2e0966a32d402f2a7358.jpg cebf167bb302088fc93392ad2cc8a65f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut on title-page portraying two old men engaged in an animated conversation https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/f46d5a56410b708868eab3bcd761c1e6.pdf 30d5222a145fda30c7a23fe75aaea7bb PDF Text Text > / THE TO WHICH IS ADDED, G L A S G 0 W: V PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. �THE Babes In The Wood. Now ponder well ye parents dear, The words that I shall write, A woeful story you shall hear, By time brought forth to light. A gentleman of good account, In Norfolk dwelt oflate. Whose means and riches did surmount, Most men of his estate. Sore sick he was, and like to die, No help then could he have. His wife with h m as sick did lie, And both possessed one grave. No love b' twixt these two was l.nst, Each was to other kind, In love thev lived, in love they died, And l eft two babes behind. The one a flue and pretty boy, Not passing three years old ; The other a girl more young than he, And made in beauty's mou ci. \\ ( �The father left his little son, As plainly doth appear, When he should come to be of age, Three hundred pounds a year. And to his little daughter Jean, Two thousand pounds in gold, To be paid down on marriage day, Which might not be controuled. But, if his children chanced to die, Ere they to age did come, Their Uncle should receive their wealth, And thus the will did run. Now, brother, said the dying man, Look to my children dear, Be good unto my boy and girl, No friend else have I her*. T o Hod and you I do commend My children night and day ; A little while we hav e ' t s ^ure, Within this world to stay. You must be father and mother both, And Uncle all in one ; God knows what will become of them, When 1 am dead and gone. With that then spoke the mother dear, My brother kind quoth she, Thou art the man must bring my babe* T o wealth or misery. �If you do keep it carefully, Then God will you reward, If otherwise you seem to deal, God will your deeds regard. With lips as cold as any stone. She kissed her children small," God bless you both my children dear— With that the tears did fall. These ?peeches that the brother spoke To the sick couple there The keeping of your children dear 8weet sister do not fear. God never prosper me nor mine, Nor else aught that I have, If I do wrong your children dear When you're laid in the grave. Their parents being dead and gone, Their children home he takes, He brings them home into his house And much of them he makes. , He had not kept these pretty 1 abes A twelvemonth and a day, But for th^ir wealth he did devise To take their life away. He bargained with two ruffiians rude That were of furious mood, ' For them to take these children both And slay them in the wood. �Then told his wife and all he had He did thfe children send To be brought up in fair London With one'that was a friend. They prate and prattle pleasantly, As they rode on the way, To those that should their butchers be Aud take their life away. So that the pretty talk they had Made the murderers heart relent, For they who took the deed to do, Full sore they did repent. Yet one of them more hard of heart Did vow to do his charge, Because the wretch had hired him To pay him very large. The other would not agree thereto, So there they fell to stiife , With one another they did fight To take the childrens' life'. • But he that was of mildest mood Did slay the other there, W ithin an unfrequented wood The babes did quake with fear. He took the children by the hand, The tears stood in their eye, He bade them come along with him, He told them not to cry. �6 l ; or two long miles he led them thus, They loud for bread did call, Stay here says he I'll bring you bread I'll soon be from the hall* The pretty babes with hand in hand, Gaed wand'ring up and down, But never more they saw the man Approaching from the town. Their pretty lips with blackberries Were all besmeared and dyed, But when they saw the darksome night They sat them down and cried. Thus wandered these two pretty babes Till grief did end their life, In one another's arms they died Like babes wanting relief. No burial these two pretty babes O f any man receives, Till Robin Ucd-breast carefully Did cover them with leaves. But now the heavy wrath of God Upon the uncle fell, A fearful fiend did haunt his house — His conscience felt a hell. His barns were fired, his goods consumed, His lands were qarren made, His cattle died within the house, Nothing with him had staid. \ �For in a voyage to Portugal, Two of his sons did die; But to conclude, himself was brought Unto great misery. Hfc pawn'd and mortgaged all his land, Ere seven years came about' But now at length this wicked act By this means did come out. The fellow that dLi take in band These children for to kill, For a robbery he was judged to die, This was God's blessed will. He did confess this very truth, The which is here exprest, The uncle died while he for debt In prison long did rest. All you that executors be made, And overseers eke, O f children that be fatherless And infants mild and meek. Take all example by this sight And yield to each his right, Lest God with such like miseries Your wicked deeds requite. �i \ , 8 . <*• MY O W N BLUE BELL. My own blue bell, my pretty blue bell, I never will rove where roses dwell; My wings you view of your own bright hue, And oh never doubt that my heart s true blue. Though oft I own I've foolishly flown, T o peep at each bud that was newly blown, I now have done with folly and fun, For there's nothing like constancy under tire sun. M y own blue bell, &c. Some Belles are Blues, invoking the muse, And talking of vast intellectual views; Their crow quills' tip in the ink they dip. And they prate with the tongue of a learned lip. Blue belies like these, may be wise as they please, But I love my blue bell that bends in the breeze, Pride passes her by, but she charms my eye With a tint that resembles the cloudless sky. M y own blue bell, &c. FINIS. ~ � 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 034: Title-page illustration of two old men engaged in an animated conversation. 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 Babes in the wood. To which is added, My own Blue Bell. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. My own Blue Bell Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 17 cm Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923266733505154">s0451b08</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. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut on title-page portraying a man wearing a hat and coat with walking stick in front of a small house https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/dbdb02b80236b6333765e366f005fe3b.pdf 57f53aef3c1bc734c97f8dcf097d18ae PDF Text Text J B < Five Songb. The Banks of Clyde. Crazy Jane. The Blacksmith. Ellen of the Dpe. Tell her I'll Love her �OF CLYDE. .f . .* lrM tliL^ i was young ^nd in my prime, Where fancy led we I did rove; From town to town, and country romid, Through ev'ry silent shady grove— Until I came to Scotland by name, Where beauty's seen on every *ide ; There's no town there we can'compare With Glasgow fair, on the banks of Clyde. As I went out one evening "clear, By the banks of Clyde I chanc'd to gang, vk It's there I spy'd a lovely maid, * % J> Her beauty put me to a start'Her cherry cheeks, her ruby Hps, Her hair in ringleis down did^glidej \ j Her fcaljiiy lips I long'd to kies, As siie wuik'd along the banks of Clyde, 'j :ir'd at her, aifri said, fair maid, ( V/ ow far this road do you mean to gang ; mile or twa, kind sir, she"said, rewards the town callM Linguan. you take company, fair maid, With one who's willing to be your guide*?; > * �So arm and arm, without fear or harm They walk'd along by the banks of Cly^ ' j' r i ) I am afraid you are from Ireland, And from Belfast just now come o'e That seaport town, of gre*t r e n o w n , ' Towards the north and eastern shore ; ^ That you have left some beauty bright. That was well-known to be your guide j Therefore, quoth she, it's danger to me To walk with you on the banks of Clyde. No more I said, but went with her, The water it run fair and clear, The small birds going to their nests, The moon in glances did appear, I laid my arms around her waist, Her feec from her did gently slide, And then 1 kiss'd her ruby lips, While she lay on the banfcs ot Clyde. What we said, or what we did, No man on earth shall ever knovv; But as* I ki.sh'd her ruby lips, Her colour it did come and go. It's now you've got your will, said s 1 ^ I pray make me your lawful bride. I &id I would meet her then But I forgot and cross'd t �V ;:7 / CRAZY JANE. WHY, fair maid, in ev'ry feature, Are such signs vf fear express'd? Can a wand'ring wretched creature With such terror fill thy breast ? Do my frenzied looks alarm thee ? Trust me, sweet, thy fears art vain, Not for.kingdoms would I harm thee; Shun not then poor Crazy Jane. IDost thou weep to see my anguish ? Mark me, and avoid my voe; When men flatter, sigh, and languish, Think them fake—I found them so: For I lov'd, oh! so sincerely, None could ever love again ; # But the youth I lov'4. so dearly, Stole the wits of Crazy Jane. Fondly my young heart receiv'd him, Which was doom'd to love but one: sigh'd, he vow'd, and 1 believ'd him | y le was .false, aad I undone. tii that hour has reason never her empire o'er my brain j fled, with him for ever, ' w i t s of Crazy Jane. T j �Now forlorn, and broken hearted, * And with frenzied thoughts beset,ft On that spot where last we parted— f On that spOtrwhere first we met, Still I sing my love-lorn ditty— Still I slowly pace the plain, While each passer-by* in pity, Cries;V-God helj) thee, Crazy Jane. THE BLACKSMITH. A Blacksmith you'll own is so clever, And great in the world is his place; And the reason I've guess'd* why for ever A blacksmith's deserving of grace. Great lawyers who plead and who preach, While many good causes they mar, May yield to the blacksmith to teach, t o r he labours still more at the bar. Sing fai de la, &c. When great men do wrong in the state, I h e commons try hard at their poles, While the blacksmith, as certain as Could have 'em haul'd over the And if rogues put their name to a The law ior �at But h^ksmiths arc free from all craft, <•' Hid may forge just as mutfh as they / please. Singfal de la^ o^c. k ; t — " •• vra The vices of tride he holds cheap, i And laughs at the world as it railsy For spite of the pother they keep, They can't make a smith eat his nails! And if, to his praise be it spoke, To raise him still higher and higher, You may say*, and without any joke, All he gets u got out of the fire. Sing fel.de ia* •I : • ir'r • • rri njig lulls ' Then let blacksmiths he toasted around, For well it may always be said, When a fortune by blacksmiths-is foufid* They must hit the right nail o' the head. No irony now 1'in about*, To his metal you'll find him still true; Since I've hammered his history out, I hope t1 will be temper'd by you. * Sing fal de la, &c. U.' . . .< ' / EELEN OF I'HE i)EE. E Dee's soft waters smoothly glide, rough Myrtle's fiow'rv dale* �Meek Ellen shone in youthful pride, The beauty of the vale. Her form was gentle, and her mind From every fojiy free, j To tender pity still inclin'd Sweet Ellda of the Dee. £ . 1 if While blooming Heory mark'd her charms Who long had known her fame; ' He gaz'd andiov'dvaard in,his aj-qns She own-d ag equal flatty VI Though he sprung of noble race, And she of low degree, —" Yet none to beauty added grace, Like Ellen of the Dee. But when t^e secret of his heart, His haughty parents knew; They strove'with unremitting art His purpose. tQ undo * Who, (joyless in the splendid dome, With dames of high degree,) Found pleasure in his humbler fame, .With Ellen of th* Dee. To foreign climes he then was sent, < To please parental pride ; y Reluctantly poor Henry went, Left Dllcn's charms, and died. * �8 phey gricv'd too late, his fate to hear, And curs'd the stern decree, Which pn e inspired, his he..rt to tear From Ellen of the Dee. Who still, when evening softly, flings Her shadows o'er the glade, On Dee's lone margin strays, and sings Sweet dirges to his shade, Tho' happiness be not her lot, No murmur utters she?* I* Meek resignation shares the cot, With Ellen of -he Dee. T E L L H E R I'LL LOVE HER. TELL her I'll love her while the clouds drop hi rain Or while there's water in the pathles main; Tell her Til love her till this life is o'er, And then my ghost: shall visit this sweet shore; ,/ Tell her I only ask she'll think of me— * I'll love while there's salt within the sea. ' Tell her all this, tell it,-tell it o'er and o'er, \I'll love her while there's salt within the sea. "eil hsr all this, tell it, tell it o'er and atcr — e anchor's weigh'd, or I yould tell her morel \ F J.N IS. \ \ V _ � 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 035:Title-page illustration of a man with a walking stick standing in front of a cottage. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Five Songs. The Banks of Clyde. Crazy Jane. The Blacksmith. Ellen of the Dee. Tell her I'll love her. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Banks of Clyde Crazy Jane The Blacksmith Ellen of the Dee Tell her I'll love her Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923315133505154">s0427b23</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource c. 1811-1820 based on similar woodcut illustrations in chapbooks by same publisher in NLS collections. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock Courtship and Marriage Description An account of the resource Woodcut #35: Illustration on title-page of a man wearing a hat and coat with walking stick standing in front of a small house