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A COLLECTION OF
T H E STORM.
ALLY C R O A K E R ,
T H E BOATIE ROWS.
SONG OF T H E M A R I N E R
MARCH. TO T H E B A T T L E F I E L D
BONNIE MARY HAY.
T H E H E R O MAY P E R I S H .
EDINBURGH
PRINTED FOR THE BOOK SELLERS,
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The 8larm.
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t e a s e , rud# Boreas, b l u r r i n g raUery
List ye landsmen all to me,
Messmates, hear a ^ r o f h e r sailor
Sing the dangers of the sea,
From bounding billows first in motioft,
When the distant whirlwinds rise,
To the tempest troubled oeean,
W h e r e the seas Contend with skies,
H a r k ! the boatswain hoarsely bawling,—*
By top sail sheets and hmulyards stand \
Down top-gallants quick be hauling!
Down your stay-sails, hand, boys, hand !
Now it freshens, set the braces ;
Q u i c k the top-sail sheets let go :
L u f f , boys, luff, don't m a k e Wry faces;
U p your top-saiis nimbly clew.
Now all you on down-beds sporting,
Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms,
Fresh enjoyments wanton courting,
Free from all but love's alarms,—
Roi;nd us roars the tempest loudet>
Think what fear our mint! enthralls :
Harder yet, it yet blows harder ;
Now again the boatswain calls.
T h e top-sail yards point to the wind, boys^
See all clear to reef each c o u r s e ;
Let the foresheets
; don't mind, boy-s,
Though the weather should be worse.
�Fore and $£t, the sprit-sail yard get ;
Reef the mi^eu ; see HI clear:
Hand up ! each preventer-brace get;
Man me lore-}!aid ; cheer, lads, cheer f
Now l d r e a d f u l thunders roaring !
Peais on peals contending clash !
On our heaus fierce rain falls pouring !
In our eyes blue lightnings flash !
One wide water all around us,
All above us one black sky !
PiiFYent deaths at once surround m 9
H a r k ! w h a t means that dreadful cry ?
T h e foremast's gone, cries e v ' r j tongue out,
O'er the lee, twelve feet 'hove deck;
A leak beneath the chest-tree's sprung o u t ;
Call ail hands to clear the wreck.
Quick the lanyards cut to pieces ;
Come, my hearts, be stout and bold ;
Plumb the well, the leak increases,
Four leet water in the hold.
"While o'er the ship wild waves are beating,
We for wives OF children mourn ;
A'as ! iff. m Ueuce there's no retrearing;
A1 as ! from hence there's no return.
Still the leak is gaining on us,
Both chain-pumps are chok'd beiow\
JrleavVi ha*e mercy now upon us !
V > only that, quti save us now }
%K
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O'er the lee-beam is the land, hoys ;
Let (he guns oVrboard he thrown ;
T o the pump come every hand, hoys ;
See our mizen-mast is gone;
The leak we've found, it cannot pour fast :
We've lighten'd her a foot or more ;
Up, an(1 ri g a jury foremast ;
She rights, she rights, boys ! wear off shore.
Now once more on joys we're thinking,
Skice kind fortune spar'd our lives:
Come, the can, boys, let's he drinking
To our sweethearts and our .wives,
Fill it up, about ship wheel it ;
Close to th' lips a brimmer join ;
Where's the tempest now ? who feels it ?
None ! our danger's drovvxi'd in wine ?
Ally Croaker.
There lived a man in Kalena crazy,
W h o wanted a wife—to make him uneasy :
Long had he siglfd for ch ar Ally Croaker,
And thus the gentle youth bespoke her,
u
Will you marry me, dear Ally Croaker f , r
This artless young man just come from the
schoolery,
A novice in love and all its foolery ;
Too dull for a wit, too grave for a joker ;
And thus the gentleyOiuh bespoke her—
Will you marry
dear Ally QrOaker F
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He drank with the father, he talk'd with the
mother,
He rompt with the sister, he gam'd with the brother,
And gam\i till lie pawn'd his coat to the broker,
Which lost him the heart of his dear Ally Croaker.
Oh ! the fickle, fickle Ally Croaker.
To all you >oung men who are fond of gaming,
And losing your money while others are saving;
Fortune's a jiit, may the devil choak her,
A jilt more inconstant than dear Ally Croaker.
Oh ! the inconstant Ally Croaker*
The Boatie Roivs.
O weel may the boatie row.
And better may she speed ;
And iiesome may the boatie row,
That wins my bairns' bread ;
The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
T h e boatie rows indeed ;
And weel may the boatie row,
That wins my bairns' bread*
When Jamie vow'd he wad be mine;
And wan frae me my heart,
O muckle lighter grew my creel,
He swore we'd never part:
The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
The boatie rows fu* weel,
. And muckle lighter is the load,
Whan love bears up the creel.
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Wken> 8&vmey, <foek, an" Janetie^
Are up and gotten lair;
They'll help to
the boatie row,
And lighten a' our care.
The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
The boatie rows IV wtelv
And lightsome be her heart that- bears.
The murlain and the ereel.
And whan wi age we're worn down,
And ini'plirig round -the door,
They'll help to keep us dry and warr%
As we d i A t he m b e To re ;
Then weel may the boatie row,
She ivms the bairns* l>re ad ;
And happy be the lot d! a \
That wish the boatie speed.
Song of the Marmer.
Hurra ! &h>ng the foaming tide,
With wild waves dashing round,
With lurious speed I onwards ride,
And love the roaring sound.
Blow [ blow [ thou loud and fearful wind
Roil on thou an^ry sea !
I'll drink to. those I leave behind,—
111 drink, Joanne:, to thee t
0 I who would tremble at the storm,s
Or, like the coward, weep ?
I'd rather feel rriv bosom warm
At every lengthened sweep.
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The land is for the- dastard mirid,
Thv deep ! the deep ! for rue.—
Vl{ drink to those I ieave behind,
I'M drink, Joanne, to thee !
Love, clearest maid ! like mme ne'er shall
in empty words depart;
it still shall flourish fresh and fair
Within my faithful heart
Yes, there's a power who dwells above,
Who guards the brave and free,
He sees, and will reward our lo*e,
So here's a heaill) to thee !
f
March to the Batik Field.
March to the battle field,
The foe is now before us-:;
Each heart is freedom's shieldy
And heav'n is smiling o'er us.
T h e wees atid pai&s. t he galling chains*
VVliich kept -our spkits und e r,
in proud disdain we've broke again,
And tore each link asunder.
March to ibe battle field, &c.
Who, for bi,s country brave,
Wo i114 fly f r n rn. the in v ad er ?
W h o his -ba^e life to save,
Won 1 d traitor-jike -degrade her ?
Our hallow'd cause, our home and laws-,
'Gainst tyrant power s t a i n i n g ,
We'll gain a crown of bright renown,
'Or i e our rights maki^Hiitigv
March to the battie field,
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Bonnie Mary Hay,
Bonnie Mary Hay J will loe thee yet,
For thy eye is the slae and thy hair is the j e t ;
The snaw is thy skin, and the rose is thy cheek,
Bonnie Mary Hay I will loe thee y e t
Bonnie Mary Hay will you gang wi- me,
When the sun's in tlie west, to the hawthorn tree,
T o the hawthorn tree in the bonnle berry den,
And I'll tell you, Mary, how I loe you then ?
Bonnie Mary Hay it's haliday to me,
When thou art coothie, kind, and free,
There's nae clouds in the lift, nae storms in the
sky,
.
Ronnie Mary Hay when thou art nigh.
Bonnie Mary Hay thou manna say me nay,
But come to the bow'r by the hawthorn brae,
But come to the bow'r, and I'll tell ye a' what's
true,
I ne'er can loe ony other but you.
The Hero may Perish.
The hero may perish, his country to save,
And he lives in the records of fame;
T h e sage may the dungeons of tyranny brave—•
Ever honoured and blest be his name 1
But virtue that silently toils or expires,
No wreath for the brow to entwine;
T h a t asks but a smile—but a fond sigh requires,
O woman ! that virtue is thine.
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. XII Containing The Storm. Ally Croaker. The Boatie Rows. Song of the Mariner. March to the Battle Field. Bonnie Mary Hay. The Hero May Perish.
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The Storm.
Ally Croaker.
The Boatie Rows.
Song of the Mariner.
March to the Battle Field.
Bonnie Mary Hay.
The Hero May Perish.
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8 pages
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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ballads & songs
# of Woodcuts: 1
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1811-1820
Chapbook Date: 1821-1830
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers
Occupation : sailor
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A COLLECTION OF
THE LAIIiD f); COCK PEN.
THE ROW;
JOHN ANDERSON MY JO.
MOGGY ADAIR.
UNFORTUNATE MARY.
AND SAE WILL WE YET.
ED M M
PRlNTEF FOR TBI
BOOK
ELLER5
�The Laird o Cockpen.
T h e Laird o- Coekpen, he's proud an1 he's great,
Bis mind is ta'en up wi' the things o' tho state:
He wanted a wife his braw house to keep;
But favour wi" wooing was fashions to seek.
Doun by the dike side a Lady did dwell;
At his table-head he thought she'd look well:
M ' d i s h ' s ae daughter o1 C la verse-ha1 Lee,
A penny less lass wi' a Jang pedigree.
His wig was weel-pouther'd as guid as when new,
His waistcoat was white, his coat it was blue.
H e put on a ring, a sword, and coek'd h a t ;
And wha could refuse the Laird wi' a' that ?
$$e -t-Qok
'grey -mane and rade canftily ;
iAn' r^p't at the y e $ o' Claverse/ha,* >Lee,;
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Gae tdi Mistress Jean to come speedily" ben ;
jSb.e'a wanted to speak to the I^aircl o* Cockpeti ?"
Mistress Jean was makin' the elder-flow'r-wine,
" An* what brings the Laird at sic a like time
She pat affiher apron, an1 on her silk gown,
H e r mulch wi'red ribbons, an' gaed awn doun.
Atf whjin she cam ben, he bp_uedJir 'low;
An' what w#s his errand he .soon let her know:
Amaz'd
the Laird, when the Lady said,
lAn1 wi' a laigh curtsie she turned awa.
Dumfunder'd he was, nae sigh did he gie f
He mounted his mare, an1 rade cannily ;
And aften he thocht, as he gaed thro' the gfe%
She's daft to refuse the Laird o1 Coekpeo*
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The Rota.
I knew by the noise that I heard all around,
In the street where I was, that a How it was
near*
And I said if there's fun this good night to be found,
As I love it so dearly, I shall sure find it here.
Every tongue seenrd employed, and the row did
increase,
Whilst the Charleys their rattles so cheerly spring.
I hoppM into the crowd, the news for to catch.
But scarcely had open'd my mouth to enquire,
When a rascally thief made off with my watch,
Tript my heels, and so laid me down flat in
the mire!
The watchmen surrounded, and bore me away.
And in limbo I sigh'd till the dawn of next day.
T o the justice tlpey took me, to tell my sad tale,
Who asked me what in defence Fd to say,
I told him that rogues in the crowd did assail,
My person abus' d, and my watch bore away.
He looking quite grim, bade me better hours keep,
Pay a shilling—Return to my home with all speed.
John Anderson my Jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first sequent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brefit;
• '-.JEW
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Burt n o w y()ur h e a < F s { u n 1 \ i
bauld, J o h n ,
Your Jocks are like the snow,
Y e t ble^sln^s on your frosty p o u v
J fil i n An de rson, my j o.
John Anderson, my jo, John,
When nature first began
To try her canny hand, Joivti,
Her master-work was Man ;
And you ainaiig them a', John,
Sac trkr irae tap to tpe,
She proved to be nae journey-work,
John Anderson j my jo
John Ander^on, my jo, John,
Ye were my first conceit,
And ye needria think it strange, John,
Tho 1 1 ca1 ye trim arid neat;
Tho* some folks sae ye1 re auld John,
1 never think ye so,
But I thhik yere aye the same to me,
John Anderson, my jo.
J o h n Anderson^ mv jo.,. John, ...
W e ' u been our bairns' bairns,
And yet, my dear J<din Anderlon,
I'm happy in y o u r arms ;
AnH sae are*ye i n ! m i n e ,
John—
i'in sure ye l 1 ne1 er mv 11o,
T h o ' the days? are j>ane ihat we have
J o h n Anderson, mv jo.
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John Anderson, my.;, jo^ John,
What.pleasure does it
' T o see sae mony sprouts, J o h n ,
Spring up %ween you and me ;
A n d ilka lad arid lass, John,
I n our footsteps to go,
Makes perfect heaven here on earth,
J^hn Anderson my jo.
J oh n A nderson, my jo, J oh h 5
Frae year t"o year we've past,
And sdoh that year maun come John
Will bring us to our Jast :
But let yna thai affright us, John,
Our hearts were ne'er our foe;
While in innopent delight we lived,
John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John,
W e 'climb the hill thegither,
Add monie a cantie day, John,
We've had wi' ane anilher ;
Now we maun totter down, J o h n ,
But hand in hand we'll go,
And vveUI sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo,
'
/Idair, ' ' '
What's i\lJ the world to me,!
Desert and bare,!
There it was limping J^'ed
{iifce) her a rihh6u red,
�6
For which I broke his head-—
(AH for)
Moggy Adair !
W h o made the saucepan shine ?
Moggy Adair!
W h o boiled nice dumplings nine r
Moggy Adair!
Who, when they ail were done.
Because I didn't run,
Eat 'em up every one P
(O, cruel)
Moggy Adair !
But now thou'rt cold to me,
False, I declare !
Left me for Timothy,
At the Brown Bear !
Now in my garters twined,
111 dangle in the wind,
Oh!—no, I'll change my mind,
(So a fig for)
Moggy Adair !
Unfortunate Mary.
Distracted with anguish and grief,
Behold a poor girl of woe.
Ah ! where shall I fly for relief ?
In vain scalding tears now flow,
No ease they afford to my heart,
Nor comfort give to my mind.
Ah ! what can the world now impart,
Where ease or hope shall I find ?
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Then* pity me, maids, ah, pity me !
My true Jove was lost at sea,
In the unfortunate Abergavenny.
The youth of my heart is no more;—
Charles found a wat*ry grave,
His virtues how many deplore,
Yet worth nor virtue could save
T h a t dear form from the tyrant death ;
His truth and vows, so sincere,
Fled for ever that voice and breath,
And all my soul loved dear.
Then, pity me, &c.
No more fond memory delights
In tracing the heavenly mind.
His soul has ta'en her flight
And gone to its kindred kind.
Poor Mary, though heart-broken, blest,—
Constancy still was thy lot;
Thy sorrow will soon find rest,
Though Charles will ne'er be forgot.,
Then, pity me,,&c.
And sae %mll we yet.
Sit ye down here, my cronies, and gie me your
crack,
Let the win! tak the care o' this life on its back;
Our hearts to despondency we ne'er will submit,
For we've aye been provided for, and sae will we
yet.
And sae will we yet. &c.
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Let thi? miser delight in the h^ardin^ of pelf,
Since he has not the said to enjbv it ; himself:
Since the Bounty of Providence • & ni?vr ev'ry day*
As we journey, through life, let us live.by the way.
Let us live by the way, &c.
T h e n bring us a tankard of nappy good al£,
For to comfort our hearts, and enliven the tale;
\ W t l aye he provided forthte I auger we sit,
For we've drank thegither monie a time, and sae
will we yet.
A n d sae will we y e t , 81 c
w
,
Success to the farmer4, and prosper h h plough,
Rewarding his eident toils a' -the year through :
Our seed time and harvest we;e?er will geti
F o r we've lippen'd aye? to Providence, and sae will
• we yet
hs l-l
And sae will we yet, kc.
>
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Long live the king, atklhappy may -he he,
And success to his forces by land and h y s t a :
His enemies to triumph we n^'er will permit,
Britons aye have been victorious, and sae will they
yet.
And say will they yet, &c.
Let the glass keep its course, ami go merilie £oun^>
F o r the sun has to rise 5 tho' the moon it g©es dovi n :
Till the house he rinnin round about, 'tis tirnl
enough to flit,
> ,,*
i iO
W h e n we fell, ;we aye got up again, and sae will
we j e t .
And sae will we yet, kc.
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. XIII Containing The Laird O' Cockpen. The Row. John Anderson My Jo. Moggy Adair. Unfortunate Mary. And Sae will we yet.
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The Laird O' Cockpen.
The Row.
John Anderson My Jo.
Moggy Adair.
Unfortunate Mary.
And Sae will we yet.
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[1820?] per G. Ross Roy Collection, University of South Carolina Libraries
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8 pages
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Chapbook #25 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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Burns, Robert, 1759-1796
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Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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ballads & songs
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1811-1820
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers
Fashion (Clothing): upper class
Gender: man/men
Gender: woman/women
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A COLLECTION OF
COXTAIJflN'G
THE ANCHOR'S WEIGHT)..
THE. SHEPHERD'S SON..
T^E. SMART JACKETS ARE. ON FOR:
;
.
THE RACES.
THE HIGHLAND. LADDIE.''
VICTORY.
OPOSSUM UP ; A GUM TREE. * .
EDINBXJ'EGH:
PRINTED FOR THK BOOKSELLERS,
�The Anchors Weighed,
T h e tear feU g e n t l y from her e y e ,
W h e n last we parted on the s h o r e :
M y bosom heav'd with rnanv a sigh,
T o think I ne'er might see her ifjore.
D e a r y o u t h , she cried, and canst thou haste a w a y ,
M v heart will break, a little moment stay,
A l a s ! I cannot, cannot part f r o m thee,
T h e anchor's weigh"*! farewell, farewell, r e m e m b e r
me.
• W e e p not, my Love,' I trembling said,
4 Doubt
not a constant heart like mine ;
I ne'er can meet another maid
W h o s e charms can fix that heart like thine.*
4 G o t h e n / she cried, 1 but let thy constant mind
Oft think of her y o u leave in tears behind ;
A maid, this last embrace my pledge shall be. 1
* T h e anchor's weigh cf, farewell, fareweil, fumeM*
ber
The Shepherd's Son.
T h e gown glitters on the sward,
T h e lav'iock's in the sky,
A n d Col ley on my plaid keeps ward*
A n d time is passing- bye,
O b , no, sad an' slow !
I hear nae welcome sound ;
T h e shadow o f our trystnr' hush*
It wears sae - slowly rc.uad* .
�3
M y sheep hell tinkles fine the west,
M i- lambs are bh.ating near,
But still the sound that I loe best,
A l a c k ! I canna hear.
Oh, noj sad an' slow !
T h e shadow lingers still ;
A n d like a tamely ghaist I stand,
A n d croon upon the hill.
I hear below the water roar,
T h e mill wi' clackin' din ;
A n d L u c k e y scolding frae her d o o r ,
T o bring the bail nies in.
O h , no, sad an' slow !
T h e s e are ftae sounds for me ;
T h e shadow o f our trv\sthv bush.
It creeps sae drearily.
I coft yestreen frae chapman Tarn,
A snood o f bonnie blue,
A n d promis'd when our t ry stirf c a m ' ,
T o tie it. round her brow.
O h , no, sad an' slow !
T h e time it wjnna pass;
T h e shadow o f I hat weary thorn
Is tethered o n the grass.
O now I see her on the w a y ,
She ; * past t!ie witches' k n o w e ;
S W V .dirnbin' up the brownie's brae—**
Xvi.j heart is in H I >w.
O h , ho, Lis nae v o I
�' T is gl a'u nj rie I • has seen ;
T h e shadow of that hawthorn bush
W i l l move Dae mair till e'en.
M v hook o" grace I'll try to read,
T h o u g h cqon'd wi' little s k i l l ;
W h e n Coifey-barks I'll raise my head,
A n d find h e r o n the hill.
O h , no, sad an- slow !
T h e wHi b e e f time be g a n e ;
T h e shadow o f the tryst in1 bush
I s . f i x ' d like o n y stane.
All the smart jackets are on for the
Races.
M o u n t , m o u n t , long tails and little tails !
W h y dont y o u m o u n t y o u r tiaigs with merry
faces ?
M o u n t , m o u n t , fly o v e r hills and dales v —
All the smart Jackets are on for the r?.ces.
M a n y a cloth is spread, loaded with beef and
bread.
M a n y are lighting to get the best p l a c e s ;
M o u n t and be ready then, joekies and sporting
men !
A l l the smart jackets a re* on for the races.
C o m e from the bills both saffron >and mutton too,
C a m e from y o u r counters ye swell linen diaper*
�Carrie all ye tailors•; {raai.shop-board and button
too,
Gome ye reporters for all the newspapers !
"Now the bell's .sounding, race-horses bounding,
T h e people all thronging to get the best places,
Cockneys will many a d a y , tell o f the sport m
*
r
.
W2ie.iv the smart jackets were on for the races.
The Highland Laddie.
"Oh where, tell m e where, is y o u r H i g h l a n d lad.
die g o n e ?
Oil where, tell me where, is y o u r H i g h l a n d laddie g o n e ?
H e ' s g o n e with streaming banners, where noble
deeds are d o n e ,
A n d m y sad heart will tremble, till he c o m e safely home.
H e ' s gone, Sec.
Oh where, tell me where, did y o u r H i g h l a n d laddie stay ?
•Oh where, tell me where, did y o u r Highland 1 addle stay ?
.
H e dwelt beneath the holly-trees, beside the
rapid S p e y ,
And mony a blessing followed him the day he ^aed
away.
H e dwelt, .&e*
O h what, tell me what, does y o u r H i g h ! a n d
xiie we,ar >?;'
I
lad-
�6
'Oh what, tell we what, does y o u r H i g h l a n d lad-,
die wear ?
A bonnet with a lofty plume the gallant badge of
war,
A n d a plaid across his manly breast, that yet shall
wear a star.
A bonnet, kc.
Ah suppose, ah suppose, that some cruel cruel
wound
Should pierce y o u r H i g h l a n d 1 riddle's breast,
all y o u r hopes confound !
' T h e p i p e should play a cheerfu' strain, the banners round him fly,
A n d tlie spirit o f a Highland chief should glister
in his eye !
T h e pipe, kc.
B u t I will h&pe to see him yet in Scotland's b o u rne bounds,
B u t I will hope to see h i m yet in Scotland's bonnie b o u n d s ,
H i s native land o f l i b e r t y will nurse his glorious
wounds,
W h i l e wide through all the Highlands bids his
warlike name resounds.
H i s native land, kc.
Victory.
I)051 not h ear the m a rt i al b n m ?
D o s t not hear tlie distant drum ?
�7
'Yes they come, our warriors come*
G l o r y i n g in their victory !
Hbnour'd be the soldier's grave,
G l o r y to the Fallen brave,
W a v e , triumphant banners w a v e ,
England has the victory !
Soon shall many a wife with glee,
Haste her soldier-love to s e e ;
Soo»> his babe shall clasp his knee*
Prat ling of the victory.
Honoured be, kc.
Soon must marry a bosom swell
H i g h with grief, while hearing tell
H o w a sire or husband fell.
On the field of victory.
H o n o u r d be,
Y e t their fame their fall endears—
W i d o w s , orphans, hush y o u r fears ;
E n g l a n d ^ hand shall dry those tears
W h i c h obscure her victory.
Xlonotir'd be, kc.
Rest, poor mourners, safely rest
On your grateful country's b r e a s t ;
England feels for the distressed,
Midst the swell of victory.
H o n o u r d be, &cEngland's pleasure, England's pride,
I s through life to aid and guide
T h e s e who lov'd the men who d i e d
Glorying in her victory.
MoacHirU bej
�Opossum up a Gum TreeOpossum u p a gum tree,
H i s tail his body follow ;
L a c o o n quickly hirn see
L o o k i n g o u t o' hollow !
Pull him d o w n by de l o n g tali,
O p o s s u m squall—opossum squall ;
-Lacoon stick his long tail,
H i m louder squeak, him louder sque
O p o s s u m up, &e.
Opossum him look shy now;
L a c o o n grin, lacooii grin ,
Opossum wink him eye n o w ,
' M o v e him chin, m o v e him chin,
O p p o s u m down feim tumble
:. F r o m the tree, f r o m the tree.
A n d make him 'gin to g r u m b l e ,
L a c o o n ! he, he ! lacoon, he,, he I
Opossum up, &c.
Black b o y love T i l Jenkins,
T i n k he'll wed, tink he'll w e d ,
H i s massa chide him Unking*
Beat him head, beat him head.
Black boy h i m love r u m too,
' M a k e him g r o g g y , make him g r o g g y ,
B u t massa make him coin's;to '
W h e n him floggy, whe'rHiini floggy.O p o s s u m up, &c. •
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. XIV Containing The Anchor's Weigh'd. The Shepherd's Son, All the Smart Jackets are on for the races. The Highland Laddie. Victory. Opossum Up a Gum Tree.
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The Anchor's Weigh'd.
The Shepherd's Son,
All the Smart Jackets are on for the races.
The Highland Laddie.
Victory.
Opossum Up a Gum Tree.
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8 pages
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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ballads & songs
# of Woodcuts: 1
Architecture: pier
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Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers
Fashion (Clothing): bonnet (women)
Fashion (Clothing): sailor uniform
Fashion (Clothing): working class
Gender: man/men
Gender: woman/women
Nature: ocean/sea
Occupation : sailor
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A COLLECTION OF
SONGS
Nq.
1
Containing
CAPTAIN
MULLIGAN,
THE BOLD DRAGOON*
WILL WATCH.
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SAY, M Y H E A R T , W H Y W I L D L Y BEATJNCk
HOME, SWEET H O M E !
�Captain Mulligan.
Love's a plague by night-and by day,
W h e n that post you run your skull again,
Love it was or Kitty (TShea,
That bothered the heart of the brave Oplain?
Mulligan.
Brisk and merrily, light and gay,
Stout and steadily, smart and readily,
Soft and funnily, blythe and bonnily,
Quite an Adonis was Captain Mulligan ;
H e was willing, she was killing,
Soft she cried to brave O'MuLbgan :
(>, you kweL! ?
Cruel, jewel, willing, killing, Captain Mulligam
Shoulders rising over his ears,
Face just like the moon in full again,
Legs in shape like a tailor's shears.
Y o u ne'er saw the fellow of Captain Mulligan.
Limping, twaddling,' Miss O Shea ;
Glances pitching Kim; quite bewitching him,
Ogling"bonnity, squinting fortuity;
She. was a Venus to Captain Mulligan,
" O, sweet Kitty, youYe so prettyT'
Soft he cried the brave O ' Mulligan :
" O, sweet Kitty !
Pretty, witty, Kitty, pity Captain" MuUrgan.^
Married, how they alter'd their tune
Love once fierce, faith ! soon grew cold again,
W h e n they pass'd the sweet honey-moon
She blacken'd the eye of brave Captain Mulligan.
�s
W h i s k y tippling, night and day.
Scolding, fighting him, Lorns affrighting hhi%
" Och ! be aisy now, troth, you're crazy now,
T h e devil go with you, then, Mrs Mulligan,"
Faith, I knew it, I should rue, i t
Sad he cried, poor Captain Mulligan,
S4 Y o u ' r e my gruel !
Cruel, jewel, killings milling, Mistress Mulligan. n
The Bold
f
Dragoon.
There w&s an aiicjent fair, oh she loved a mate
youn^ hlan,
A n d she could not throw sly looks at him, by only
thro' her fan,,
W i t h her wink's arid blinks, tins waddling minx,
Her quizzing glass, her leer and sidle,
Oh, she lov'd a'bold Dragoon, with his long sword,
saddle, bridle.
W h a c k ! row de dow dpw.
She had a rolling eye, its fellow it had none,
W o u l d you know the reason why, it was, because
she had but one ;
W i t h her winks and blinks, this waddling minx,
She could not keep her. one eye idle !
0 , she leer'd at this Dragoon, with his long
sword, &c.
S
Now -he was tall and slim, she scjuab and short
was grown,
He lookM just like a mile in length, &nd she
.a.milestone,!
�W i t h he? winks and blinks, this waddling rmn£,
H e r quizzing glass* her leer and sidle,
1), she sighed to this Dragoon, Bless your long
sword,
Soon he led Unto the church the beauteous M r s
Flinn,
W h o a walnut could hate crafck'd 'tween her
lovely nose and chin ;
Oh ! then such winks in marriage links*
T h e four foot bride from church did sidle,
A s the wife of this Drago«n> with his long
sword, &c.
A twelvemonth scarce had pass'd when he laid her
under ground,
Soon he threw the onion from his eyes and touched
ten thousand pound !
For her winks and blinks her money chinks,
H e does not let her cash lie idle I
S o long life to this Dragoon, with his long
sword, &c.
Will Watch
*Twas one morn when the wind from the northward blew keenly,
W h i l e sullenly roar'd the big waves of the main,
A fam'd smuggler, W i l l Watch, kiss'd his Sue,
then serenely
T o o k heliUj and to sea boldly steered out again.
�W i l l had promised his Sue that this trip, if Well
ended*
Sh oukl coil up his hopes, and he'd anchor ashore ;
W h e n his pockets were lin'd, vvliv his life should
be mended;
The laws he had broken, he'd never break more.
His sea-boat was trim, made her port, took her
lading ;
Then Will stood for home, reached the offing,
and cried>
This night, it I've luck, furls the sails of my trading;
In dock 1 could lay, serve a friend too beside.
W i l l lay to till the night came on, darksome and
dreary ;
T o crowd ev'ry sail then he pip'd up each
hand;
But a signal soon spier', ('twas a prospect uncheery,)
A signal that warn'd him to steer from the
land*
T h e Philistines are out, cried W i l l , well, take no
heed on't,
Attack'd, who's the man that will flinch from
his gun ?
Should my head be blown off, I shall ne'er feel
the need on't,
W e l l fight while we can—when we can't, boys,
we'll rim.
�Oh!
oh ! cries W i l l W a t c h , the Philistines
bear down :
Bear a hand, my tight lads; ere we think about
sheering,
One broadside pour in, should we swim, boys,
or drown*
But should I be popp'd off, you, my mates, left
behind me,
Regard ray last words, see 'em kindly obey'd ;
L e t no stone mark the s p o t ; and my friends, do
you mind me,
Near the beach is the grave where W i l l W a t c h
would be laid.
P o o r Will's yarn was spun out, for a bullet next
v
minute
Laid him low on the deck, and he never spoke I
more.
His bold crew fought the brig while a shot remained in it ;
Then sheer'd and Will's hulk to his Susan they
bore..
. i'\\
In the dead of the night his last wish was crnnplied with ;
T o few known his grave, and to few known his
end :
H e wa^ borne to the earth by the crew that he
died with ;
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�7
He'd the tears of his Susan, the prayers ©f easfe
friend.
Near his grave dash the billows, the wine's loudly
bellow;
Y o n ash, struck with lightning, points out the
cold bed
W h e r e W i l l W a t c h , the bold smuggler, that
fam'd lawless fellow,
Once fear'd, now forgot, sleeps in peace witi*
the dead !
Say, my heart, mhy wildly healing.
Say,, my heart, why wildly beating ;
Dost thou such emotion prove :
Canst thou, when thy lover meeting,
Fear his truth or doubt his love?
N o •!''.-fondly no, my bosom sighs,
N o ! gently no, my heart replies.
Then fond heart be silent,eyer—
Be thy wild errtotion o Y r ;
F o r with douhl and fearing never
Shall thou throb—no, no, no, never itoortv
Light of life and life's best blessing,
Is the love that meets return :
Shall I that rich boon possessing,
E'er the matchless blessing spurn ?
N o ! fondly no, my bosom sighs,
N o ! gently no, ray heart replies.
Then be j o y my inmate ever,
Since each anxious dread is o ' e r ;
For with fear and doubling neve'/
&hail it throb—no, no, oo 3 nei'er fnore*
�Hornet sweet Home.
'Mid pleasures and palaces, though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble", there's no place like home ;
charrrr from the skies seerx-s to hallow us ihere,
seek thro' the world, is ne'er met with
elsewhere.
H o m e , home ! sweet, sweet home !
There's no place like h®me ! there's no place
like borne.
A n exile from home, splendour dazzles in vain !
Oh ! give me my lowly thatcb'd cottage again,
T h e birds singing gaily, that came at my call,
Give me them, with the peace of mind, dearer
than all.
•
H o m e , h o m e ! sweet, sweet home !
There's no place like home! there's no place
like home !
Had I a Cave*
Had I a cave on some wild distant shore,
W h e r e the winds howl to the wave's dashing roar,
T h e r e would I wt?ep my woea,
There seek my lost repose,
Till grief my eyes should close,
Ne'er to wake more
Falsest of womankind, canst thou declare
A l l thy fond plighted vows—fleeting as air !
T o thy new lover hie,
Laugh o'er thy perjury,
Then in thy bosom try
What peace is t h e m
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. XIX Containing Captain Mulligan. The Bold Dragoon. Will Watch. Say, My Heart, Why Wildly Beating. Home, Sweet Home! Had I a Cave.
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Captain Mulligan.
The Bold Dragoon.
Will Watch.
Say, My Heart, Why Wildly Beating.
Home, Sweet Home!
Had I a Cave.
Date
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[1815-1825?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks
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8 pages
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Chapbook #37 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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Ballads and songs
Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
Courtship and Marriage
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<a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks</a>
<a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland</a>
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No. XIX printed near the top of the title-page.
Woodcut # 89: Illustration on title-page in double-line rectangular border of a woman about to punch a man, who is holding a pair of scissors in an indoor scene.
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English
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
# of Woodcuts: 0
Activity: dueling/fighting
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1811-1820
Chapbook Date: 1821-1830
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers
Fashion (Clothing): working class
Gender: man/men
Gender: woman/women
Indoor Scene
Tools: scissor(s)
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A COLLECTION OF
No.
CONTAINING
TULLOCHGORUM.
BEN BOWLING'S D E P A R T U R E .
WIDOW
WF A TOCHER.
M I N T E D FOR THE
XV»
�jjdlcchgorum.
( orr.p. ; *.'s a parr- the ' dy, < 5 h d,
And lay yoSroisputes. all' a s i o e ; • •
W h a t nonsense is't for folks to chide
For what's beeh dorrebefore them.
L e t W i n g and T o r y all agree/
' W h i g and T o r y . WhiV'fcnH T o r y ,
;
L e t Wrig.atftf'Torjr. afbdgfcee, '
T o d r o p t h e \r w h.i g m fgfp or u m.
L e t W i n g a n d ' T o r y a'\ agree '
T o spendThe-night w ? mirth and glee
A n d cheer fu' s i n , g a l a n g . ^ i ' me
The Heel of Tullochgorum.
Tullochgorum^ my de'i^ht, . ,
It gars us a' in ane unite,
;
A n d onie gumpjv that keeps up spite, ji
I n con science I abh o r him :
R'ithe. and. merry wcfs he
;
1311 (he and merry, blithe and m e n y , ;
••'Mitire and merry we^ b^ a', ,
T o 'mafe a cheerfif qluaruta ;
BI jfche an darner ry»w^s; he, a' •
•
'As'dang as we Irae breach to draw,
And dance'till we be like to fa',
T h e Reel .of Tirlicchgorum.
T h e r e needs rVi be sae great a" phrase
Wi* dringing dull Italian lays ;
I wadna gie our afoiSti-athspeys
Lor hauf* a bunder score o'em.
�3
T h e y ' r e dowfF and dpwje «at the best,
I)o.vvff and :dovvLe* dqvvff and .dories ,,,
T h e y7 re <do w ii' ..afid do w ie;,. fit'. the, be-st,
W i ' a' Ui^ir f y^rjarum :
T h e y ' r e dowff'and'dowie at the best,
Th& i r a i l e g f & & ' d a the refet,
•
T h e y eanna pfeis'e a'Highland t a s t e /
C o m p a F d v i' Tidlochgor Itin.
v
L'et'warjdly minds themselves oppress
YVT'fear o' want, and double ee*s,
And' siiiy*sauls the^nsqlves distress^
W i ' keeping up decorum.
Shall" we sac sour and sulky sit.
Sour" and sulky, spur a».d sulky,
Shall we>ae sour,and sulky sit',- \
L i k e au 1 d r!vriosopl'ioruai ;
S h a l l we aae sour L and -sulky "ait,,
W i ' neither sense, nor mirth, nor wit*
And canna rise to shake a fft
T o the1 Heel of Ailloch^crum ?
M a y choicest blessings still attend," ..
lurch honest-hear,ted open friend,
And cairn and. quiet bp his end, ,
Be a' that's good- before him I ;
M a y peace.and. plenty,, be his., lot,,. .., .f
Peace aud p|ent v;, p e a e e - a n d p i m ty f .
Mxy peace and ..plenty he his. lot, . ». '
And dainties a gr;e.at ,siqr,e..o'ein'.;. ,.
�4
M a y peace and plenty be his lot,
Unstain'd by any vicious blot !
A n d may he never want a groat
That's fond of Tullochgorum.
But for the discontented fool,
W h a want's to be oppression's tool,
M a y envy gnaw his rotten soul,
And blackest fiends devour him !
M a y dool and sorrow be his chance,
Dool and sorrow, dool and sorrow,
M a y dool and sorrow be his chance,
And honest souls abhor him ;
M a y dool and sorrow be his chance,
And a' the ills that come frae France,
W h a e ' e r he be that winna dance
T h e Reel of Tuliochgorurn.
Ben Bowling's
Departure.
Ben Bowling* a true hearted tar,
A right gallant son of old Ocean,
E l a t e with the rumours of war,
$oon felt all his courage in motion ;
T h e king, he said, must be obeyed,
So Molly a truce to thy wailing ;
T o r see, every anchor is weighed,
And all the fleet ready for sailing.
T h e n , kissing his charmer, withdrew,
But often turned kindly to hail h e r ;
W h i l e Molly sighed faintly adieu !
Jin yoking success to h t r sailor.
�5
Behold the fleet now under-weigh,
T h e i r topsails are swelled by the breezes;
W h a t beauty their streamers display,
W h a t grandeur the prospect increases !
See, see, down the Channel they stretchy
T o glory and victory steering;
W h i l e proudly the crowd on the beach
Salute the bold heroes with cheering ;i
And still, while his charmer's in view,
Ben often turns kindly to hail her ;
"While Molly sighs faintly adieu !
Invoking success to her sailor.
Should France, amid thunder and smoke.
Her navy build hopes of success on,
Depend ©n't, our true hearts of oak
W i l l teach her an old English lesson :
May Ben, for his dear M o l l i s sake,
Return again laden with treasure,
And, taking her under his< wake,
Moor sale ki the harbour of pleasure ;
That Ben, when again he shall view,
I I h charmer, with rapture may hail h e r ;
And Molly, who late sighed adieu!
Gladly greet the return of her sailor.
The Wanton Widow.
A wanton widow, old and sour,
W r ouid fain be a S i g n o r a ;
She practised all was in her pow'r
T o wear her weeds no more a : —
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But all she did, and all'
Coutcf hot e'p.tlce her charmer ;
So eo-k! her hearts ihe : flams of love •
C o u l d n e v e t r i ^ h i f f warm' h e r !
Oh"! Mistress tilggws, ' •
1)espairing }.Iistre& ; W\ggiris :
She took U ilri'fi
Y
peppbniiiMf/
A n ti m o u r n'd h er f a ill) k sslov
She 8ioh'd,i6lie patiled, frqllecihereyes, .
And used these;efforts often ;;
T h e youth but view'd hierwith surprise,
His \ \ e art could n e v er sp ft en —
At leifgtn,* a brisk'yoiitig mifid'he Ilandshme, tall, and clever ;
She lik'd him,, though, he came'so rude, 5
And' vowed s h e ' d love for ever.
' Oil l" Mistress Wiggins.
T i n s damsel's name was S a l l y P f l n i ,
H e r 'daddy '.Was' a brazier ;'
T h y youth vv'as ftiek-narn'd B f l l j SHm?
And was by trade a g l a i i e r ;
T h e i r hands they'jo'iifd in'Vedloc'k's tie.
And told their j o y in kisses —•
Let this a warning word imply,
T o widoW's'a'nd old' missy's
O h ! Misl ress W i n s y
Distracted Mistress W i g g i n s I
'She kilPd herself w i t h pq>pemtfinty
'AndHeft her feilhlebs lover.-
�Hey for: a
a JJtch&n u ;
A vva wi; joii^witeifcr^ft
Volarttfs;-' j
T h e slender iiH hciixiiyjWgHrgp in your aftrtS ;
0 , gie me the fas's lliat hsii S i T e ' s ^ dhamJ?,
0 , gie me the lass Wi the weel-stockit farms.
Th^U hoy for a lass xvV a tocher,
Then \\e:y for a.'I&ss.wi\a t o c h e r ;
T h e n bey for a lass wi' a tocher ;
T h e nice yellow guineas for me.,
u
Your beauty's a,.flovVT in the morning, thaVhlayrs,
And withers .the faster, the f a i l e r it grows ;
lk.it the rapturous charm" 6 ' " t h e ' boniiie green
knowes ; f • »
. •,
• > ,
Ilk spring they're new deck it wV bqnn^e \wfioe
yowes;
.vC'r^r
i
* -V
Then, hey, kc. / , 4
i Yr\- * i % r\
And e'en when- -this 'beauty : yonr 'bosom -'lias blest,
The brightest-"cP- beauty may cloy
^o^st;
But the sweet
da flings
'Geordie
aawji as nut b ifA
The ianger y e hae them—the mair they're caresl.
Then h&yy k t . *
Tm
Glen.
M y heart is a-breaking, dear T i t t l e ,
Some counsel unto me.conie l e n ' ;
T o anger them a ' i s a pity,
Hut what wiil.X do w i ' T a r n Glen ?
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I'm thinking, wi* sic a braw fallow,
In poortith I might make a fen' ;
W h a t care I in riches to wallow,
If I maunua m a r r y Tarn Glen.
T h e r e ' s L o w r i e , the laird e' Drummeller,
" Gude-day to y o u , " brute, he comes bi
H e brags, and he blaws o" his siller,
But whan will he dance like Tarn Glen
M y minnic does constantly deave me.
And bids me beware o" young men ;
T h e y flatter, she says, to deceive m e ;
But wha can think sae o' T a m Glen ?
M y daddie says, gin I'll forsake him,
IIe n ll gie me gude hunder marks ten ;
But if it's ordain'd I maun tak him,
O wha will I get but Tarn Glen ?
Yestreen at the valentines dealing,
M y heart to my mou' gied a sten,
F o r thrice 1 drew ane without failing,
And thrice it was written, T a m Glen.
T h e last Hallowe'en I was waukin\
M y droukit sark sleeve, as y e ken,
His likeness cam up the house staukin,
A n d the very grey breeks o* T a m Glen.
Come counsel, dear T i t t i e , don't tarry ;
I'll gie you my bonnie black hen,
Gif y e will advise me to m a r r y
T h e lad I lo'e dearly, T a m Glen.
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. XV Containing Tullochgorum. Ben Bowling's Departure. The Wanton Widow. Hey for a Lass Wt a Tocher. Tam Glen
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Tullochgorum.
Ben Bowling's Departure.
The Wanton Widow.
Hey for a Lass Wt a Tocher.
Tam Glen
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Ballads and songs
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Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers
Gender: man/men
Gender: woman/women
Musical Instrument: fiddle(s)
Nature: hill(s)
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A COLLECTION OF
S O N OS,
CONTAIXINO
XVI.
110SLIN C \STLE.
B L A C K - E Y E D SUSAN.
JACK-ASSES O V E R T H E W A T E R .
MY WIFE SHE H A D A RED RED NOSE.
SOLDIER R E S T ! T H Y W A R E F A R E O'ER.
T H E LOVING
PRINTED
QUAKER.
�Roslin Casfle*
"Twas in that reason o f the year,
W h e n a!J thirty gay^and sweet appeal^
T h a t Colin, with the^morning ray,
A r o s e and sung his rural jay.
Of Nannie's charms the shepherd sung*
T h e hills and dales with Nannie rung ;
W h i l e IlosJin e i ^ l e heard the swain,
A n d echoed hack the cheerful strain.
A wake, sweet Muse ! the breathing spring
W i t h rapture warms, awake and sing !
A w a k e and join the vocal throng-,
W h o hail the morning with a s o n g ;
T o Nannie rau-e the cheerful lay ;
O ! hid her haste and come a w a y ; In sweetest smiles herself adorn,
A n d add new graces to the morn !
O hark, friy love ! on evVy spray,
Each feat herd warbler tunes his lay ;
' l i s beauty fires the ravish'd throng,
A n d love 'inspires the melting s o n g ;
T h e n let my rapturd notes arise,
F o r beauty d a n s from Nannie's eyes,
A n d love my rising bosom warms,
A n d fills my soul with sweet alarms.
O come, my love ! thy Colin's lay
W i t h rapture eaiis, O come away I
C o m e , wbiie the M u s e this wreath shall twine
A r o u n d that' m c d : [ b : o f ^ K t r e /
''
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0 ! hither haste, and with thee bring
T h a t beauty blooming like the spring,
Those-graces that divinely shine,
A n d charm this ravish'd breast o f m i n e !
BlackAll in the D o w n s the fleet lay moor'd,
T h e streamers waving in the wind,
"When black-eyed Sysau eame on board,
Oh ! where shall I my true-love find ?
Tell me, y e jovial sailors, tell me true,
If my sweet William sails among y o u r crew.
William, who high upon the yard,
R o c k ' d wit ft t lie hi Hows to a nd f r o .
Soon as her well known voice he heard,
H e s i g l f d , and cast 1 !
The cord slides
And quick
So the sweet J
Shuts close
IF eh a nee
And d
T h e n<
Might
Susan, Susan,, lovely
M y vows shall ever u
u
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Let me kiss off that falling tear,
o ^ T
W e only part to meet again :
Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be
T h e faithful compass that still points to thee.
Believe not what the landsmen say,
W h o tempt with doubts thy constant mind ;
They'll tell thee, sailors, when away,
In evVy port a mistress find ;
Y e s , yes, believe them when they tell thee so,
F o r thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
I f to far India's coast we sail,
. T h y eyes are seen in diamonds bright,
T h y breath is Afric's spicy gale,
T h y skin is ivory so white ;
T h u s ev'ry beauteous object that I view,
Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.
Tho* battle calls me from thy arms,
Let not my pretty Susan mourn ;
T h o ' cannons roar, yet safe from harms,
William shall to his dear return ;
L o v e turns aside the balls that round me fly,
Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.
T h e boatswain gave the dreadful word,
T h e sails their swelling bosoms spread,
N o longer must she stay on board ;
T h e y kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head :
H e r lessening boat unwilling rows to land,
Adieu, she cried, and wav'd her lily hand*
�Jack-Asses over the Water.
March ! march ! Cripplegate, Horselydown ;
W h y , my flints, do ye not forward to slaughter ?
March ! march ! eyes right, don't tumble down,
All our Jack-asses are over the water !
Many a body blow,
Tailors can make so, so,
Fortune will crown us who boldly have sought her,
Knights of the thimble then
Fight tho' "ninth parts of men,"
All our Jack-asses are over the water I
Come from the shop-board where cross-leg\l you're
stitching,
Come from the den where the cabbage you stow,
Come from the goose hissing hot in the kitchen,
Come with the sleeve board ye sheer men of bow.
Jews' harps are sounding,
War-asses bounding;
Measure your distance, press on the slaughter.
Draw up in line exact,
(Don't mind that cataract,)
All our Jack-asses are over the water.
March ! march ! &c.
My Wifo she had a Red Red Nose.
M y wife she had a red, red nose,
And a face like a full m o o n ;
Her voice was like a fiddle, when
Completely out of tune !
�6;
A w l , flie an oilier fair t had j e t , .
Which now Fil tell to you ;
^Twas when she couiri th& liquor get,
She'd drink till all was blue.
She'd d a n k till .all was b l u e — h e would;
She'd drink'.
She drank till all was b l u e — s h e did,
A n d when s h e c o u l d no' more, ^
She laid her down and died—she did,.
A s some have done before.
I know not where Her Spirit's gone,
ljut this much
declare,
I f she's the same in taste and tone,
L o r d help the spirits there I
£ojrd help the spirits there^—say I !
4
L o r d help, &c-
Soulier, Hea l thy Warfare O'er
Sol d i er, rest I t h y wa r fa re o'e r,
Sleep the sleep that knows r\ot breaking ;
Dream o f batU'd fields n o rn^ore.
Days of danger, nights of waking.
In our isle's enchanted hall,
Hands unseen thy couch are strewing,
F$ir y strains o f rnu sic fa} 1,
E v e r y lense in slumber dewing ;
Soldier, rest ! thy warfare; o'er,
Dream o f battl'd fields no more ;
Sieep the sleep that knows not breaking,,
M o r n o f toil, nor night of waking..
�7
N o rude sound shall reach thine etff,
Armours clang, nor war-steed champing*
T r u m p nor pibroclh sbmmon here,
Mastering clan, or squadron tramping.
Y ^ M f e - l & W f c slinIi-'fife.-:iTaay:iDo«ie,
A t the day-break, from the fallow,
A n d the bittern sound his drum.
Booming from the sedgy shallow,
R u d e r sounds shall none be near,
Guards nor wardens challenge here,
Here's no war-steeds neigh and champing*
Shouting clans, nor squadron stamping.
Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done,
W h i l e our slumberous spells assail y e ,
Dream not with the rising sun.,
Bugles lie re shall sound reveille,
Sl^ ep ! the ; deer is in Ins den,
S l e e p ! thy hounds are by thee l y i n g ;
Sleep ! nor cream in yonder glen,
H o w thy gallant steed lay dying.
Huntsman, rest / thy chase is d o n e ,
IMiink not of the risurg stin.,
F o r , at dawning, to assail ye,
H e r e no bugle sound reve-iliie-.
The Loving Quaker.
Verily, ah, how m y heart keepeth bumping,
A pendulum 'gainst my tough ribs loudly thumping,
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O r a mouse in a rat trap, that's to and fro jumping,
' T i s truth now, by yea, and by nay,
And it's u m p h ! u m p h ! what can the matter be,
Umph ! umph, what can the matter be,
M o v ' d by the spirit so, what can the matter be,
Ephraim, thouYt going astray.
Y e a , marvellous 'twas, when mine eyes first went
roving,
From meek sister Sarah towards vanity moving,
I found a profane one, it was I was loving,
' T i s truth, &e.
T w a s folly's vain garment, the maid smil'd so
good in,
Y e a , silk hose, and pumps, on the pavement she
stood in,
W h i c h stirr'd up my zeal, as you'd stir up a pudding.
T i s truth, &c.
W h e n I , yea and 'nay ever pronounce to deceive
her,
M a y I bow down my body to take off my beaver,
I would cherish the maiden for ever and ever.
B y yea, and nay, this much I own,
A n d 'tis umph, umph, what can the matter be,
U m p h , umph, what can the matter be,
I verily long to know what can the matter be,
W h e n she is bone of my bone.
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. XVI Containing Roslin Castle. Black-Eyed Susan. Jack-Asses over the Water. My wife she had a red red nose. Soldier Rest! Thy warefare o'er. The Loving Quaker.
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Roslin Castle.
Black-Eyed Susan.
Jack-Asses over the Water.
My wife she had a red red nose.
Soldier Rest! Thy warefare o'er.
The Loving Quaker.
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8 pages
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Chapbook #31 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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Woodcut image of a shepherd with his dog playing an instrument, being watched by a woman in a tree on the title-page.
Subject
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Ballads and songs
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers
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Gender: woman/women
Musical Instrument: flute
Nature: hill(s)
Nature: mountain(s)
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A COLLECTION OF
N.
O
CONTAINING
XVI f.
THE MOON ON THE OCEAN.
LOUDON'S BONNY WOODS AND BRAES.
THE OLD COMMODORE.
MY NATIVE CALEDONIA.
LOVELY NAN.
KATHLEEN O'MORE.
EDINBURGH:
PRINTED FOR THR BOOKSELLERS.
�The Moon on the Ocean.
'the raooa on the ocean was dimtiiM by a ripple,
Affording a chequered light,
%he gay jolly tars pass'd 'the word for the tipple*,
And
toast, for 'twas Saturday night;
Some sweetheart or wife,
,
He lov'd a^ his life,
JEach drank and wished he could hail her.
But the standing toast, '' *
That pleasYi live "most,
W a s the wind that blows,
The ship that goes,
And the iass that loves a sailor,
Scnre d m t k the king, Botoe his brave s'hip^
some the constitution';' .
may the French, and all such rips,
Yield to English resolution ;
That fate might bless
Some Poll or Ikss,
A fed that they soon might hail her.
But the standing, he.
Softvfc drank the prince,., and some our land*:
This glorious land of freedom ;
Some that our tars may never want
Heroes brave to lead 'them-;
Th&t she whoVin
Distress may find
Buck friends who ne'er will fail her!
Hut the standing, &€,
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4
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Eoudons bonny Woods' and Bract*
I^oudonV bohnip woods and braes,
I maun leave tb^in a', la«sie ;
W h a qan thole whan BritekiVfaes-.
Wad gie Britons law, lassie ?
W h a wad: shun, the mtld o r danger^ .
W h a frae fame wad live a, stranger ?•
New, when, Freedom bids avm«;e her^
Wha wad shun her ca', lassie ?
Isoudens bonaie woods 'and h.rap^.
Hae seen our happy bridal day ^
And gentle hope shall so )the thy
When I am far awar, !piie.'
Hack ! the swelling Bugle
Yielding joy to thee, laddie ;
But the dolefu* bugle brings
Wgefu* thoughts to me, laddie.
Lanely I may climb the tfiouritain^
Lanely stray beside the .£01111 tain.
Still the wearie moments counting
Far frae love and thee, laddie*
O'er the gory fields of wa?,
Where Vengeance, drives" her
m^
T h o a l t may he fa\ frae me afar,
And iiane to. clp.se thy eV, laddie.
Q resume thy wonted
ile !
O suppress tjiy ft-arsr la sie ! .
GJorioip honour crown? tfie toil
That the soldier shares, lassie;.
�Heaven wilt shield thy faithfu5 loveiy
Till the vengeful strife be over,
Then we'll meet, nae mair to sever,
'Till the day we die, lassie.
'Midst our bonnie woods and braes,
W e l l spend our peaceful happy days,
As Wythe's yon lightsome Iamb that plays
On Loudon's ilovvery lea* lassie.
The Old Commodore.
Od'sblood ! what a time for a seaman to skulk
Under gingerbread hatches ashore;
What a damn'd bad job that this batter'd old hulk
Can't be rigged out for sea once more;
But the puppies, as they pass,
Cocking up a quizing glass,
Thus run down the old commodore:
That's the old commodore—
The rum old commodore-—
The gouty old commodore—he !
W h y the bullets1 and the gout
Have so knocked his hull about,
That he'll never more be fit for sea;
t
.
'v*
il'iK^ V
ifl
Here am I in distress, like a ship water-logg'd r
Not a tow-rope at hand, nor an oar;
I am left by my crew, and may I be flogg'd.
But the doctor's a son of a w
.
While Vm swallowing his slops,
H o w nimble are his chpps,..
�4
Thus queering ihe old commodore:
A bad case, commodore ! —
Can't say, commodore !
MusVt flatter, commodore, says lie,
For the bullets and the gout
Have so knock a your hull about,
That you'll never more be fit for &ea.
W h a t ! no more to be afloat ! blood and fury I
they lie,
I'm a seaman, only threescore ;
And if, as they tell me, I'm likely to.die,
Gadzooks I let me not die ashore.
A s to death, 'tis ail a joke,
Sailors live in fire and smoke.
So, at least, says an old commodore:
The rum old commodore—
T h e tough old commodore,
The fighting o!d commodore—he !
Whom the devi!y nor the gout,
Nor the French dogs to boot.
Shall kill till they grapple him at sea.
My Native Caledonia.
Sair, sair was my heart, when I parted fVae my
J ean,
And sair, sair I sigli'd, while the tears stood m
my een;
For my daddie is but poor, and my fortune is-sae*
sma',
Jt gars me leave my native Caledonia*
�^•hen I think oji days gane, and -sae h a p p y I, hae^
>
been,
When wandering m nit dearie, where the primrose blaws unseen,
I'm wae to leave my lassiq, an'my (Inddie's cot ava,
Or to leave the healthfit bree&e of Caledonia.
Rut wherever J wander, still happy b^,my Jean,
Nae care disturb her bosom, where peace has ever
been ;
Then tho v ills on ills bpfa' me, for her 111 bear
tjheip a\
T h o ' aft I'll heave a; sigh, for Caledonia.
But should riches e'er be mine, and my J^anie still
l)e true,
Then blaw, ye favring breezes, till my native lotn$
I view;
Then 1/11 kneel on Scotia's shore, while the hearty
felt tear shall fa'*
And never leave my Jean nor Caledonia.
Eovely Nun, '
Sweet's the ship that, under sail,
Spreads her, white .bosom to the gale,
Svveet, oh ! sweet's the flowing can ;
Sweet to poise the labouring oar,
' .
That tugs us to our native shore,
hen the bo^Lsvraui pipes the b^rge t.© mao,;:.
�V
,'
>7
'"
Svvert mailing with a farming breeze";
But oh ! much sweeter than all thes>e>
Is Jack's delight^ his lovely Nan.
The needle fakhful to the north,
T o shew of constancy the worth,
A curious lessot) teaches man ;
The needle time may rest, a squall
Capsize the hinacle and ail,
Let seamanship do all it can :
My love in worth shall higher rise,
Nor time shall rust, nor scjuais c a p s i ^
My faith and truth to lovely Nan.
When iii the bilboes I was pennM,
For serving of a worthless Mend,
And every creature from me ran ;
N o bhip performing quarantine,
W a s ever so deserted seen,
None hailed me, woman, child, nor mm*;
But though false friendship s sails were
Though cut adrift by all the world,
I'd. all tirn world in lovely Nan-. ,
1 love my duty, love my, fi;kr?fJ,
Love truth and merit to defend.
T o moan their loss, who hazard ran ;
I love to take an honest part,
Love beauty and a spotless heart;
By manners love to shew the man ;
T o sail through fife by honour's breeze-^
' T was all •along of loving these
thirst made me doat on ioveij Nan.
�8
Kaihhen (TMore.
M y love, still I think thSt I Fee her once more,
Jiwt alas ! she has left rne, her loss to deplore,
My own little Kathleen, my poor lost Kathleen,
my Kathleen, O.
Her hair glossy black, her eyes were dark blue,
Her colour still changing, her smiles ever new,
So pretty was Kath'een, my sweet little Kathleen,
mv Kathleen, 0 .
Sire milled the dun cow, that ne'er offerd to stir,
Th<>' wicked it was, it was gentle to her,
So kind was my Kathleen, my poor little Kathleen,
my Kathleen Q.
f '.li-e sat at the door one cold afternoon,
T o hear the wind blow, and to look at the moon,
So pensive was Kathleen, my .poor little Kathleen,
my Kathleen O .
Gold was the night breeze that sigh'd round her
bowV,
It chiird my poor Kathleen, she dropp'd from that
hour,
And I lost my poor Kathleen, my own little Kathleen, my Kathleen G.
Th*e birds of all birds that X love the best,
;
Is the Ptobin that in the churchyard builds his
nest,
For he seems to watch Kathleen, hops lightly on
Kathleen, my Kathleen 0»
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. XVII containing The Moon on the Ocean. Loudon's Bonny Wood and Braes. The Old Commodore. My Native Caledonia. Lovely Nan. Kathleen O'More.
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The Moon on the Ocean.
Loudon's Bonny Wood and Braes.
The Old Commodore.
My Native Caledonia.
Lovely Nan.
Kathleen O'More.
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Chapbook #33 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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No. XVII printed on title-page.
<span>Woodcut 91: Illustration on title page in double line rectangular frame of three sailors drinking on ship. Standing man on the left is drinking from a cup; man in middle is shitting with cup on his knee looking towards the man on his right; man on the right is holding his cup out towards the other two men.</span>
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
Alcohol
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Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller
Type
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ballads & songs
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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[1815-1825?]
# of Woodcuts: 1
Activity: drinking
Architecture: pillar(s)
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1811-1820
Chapbook Date: 1821-1830
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers
Fashion (Clothing): sailor uniform
Food & Drink
Gender: man/men
Object: crate/barrel(s)
Object: cup(s)
Occupation : sailor
Outdoor Scene
Transportation: ship/boat(s)
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A COLLECTION OF
SONGS,
No»
CONTAININGJACK AT GREENWICH.
T H E KEBBUCKSTON WEDDING.
T O M BOWLING*
ALL'S WELL.
T H E S M I L E A N D T H E TEAR*
PRlJfTEJ? FOB THE
XVlfl.
�J a c/i. j t /
Gtccrix^tch.
W f T a r s are alj fnr fun m d glee,
' "A "fcornpipe was Wy notion ;'
T i m e was I'd dance with any he,
T h a t sails i h e i ^ t - ^ a o c e a n :
Yd tip the roll, \hc mde, the reel,
Back* h > n \ a ? i n the middle ;
And rofl[-st the pig.. and- toe and heel,
All going with the fiddle :
B u t one day toM -a Vhot'to n u n ,
T o chace the
advancing ;
A splinter queer\l my larboard gam,
A n d , dannVie, Vp-•)} 11 my dancing.
W e l l , I ' m , .say* JL.no churlish elf,
W e messmates/he
brothers ;
T h o u g h I can't have noJjuu myselfy
I may make fun tor others :
A fiddle soon I made my own,
T h a t girls and tars might caper
L e a r n t R u l e Britannia, Bobbing J o a n ,
A n d giow\l a decent scraper:
B u t j u s t as I ' d the knack on*t got,
A n d did it pretty m i d d l i n g ;
I lost my elbow by a shot,
A n d , darn'me, spoilt my fiddling.
So sometimes, as I
I got a knack of
A s I should be an
A n d then I
lilrn'd my quid,
thinking;
Invalid,
to-drinking :H
�&
©ne d&y ..o&HVi dow.nr w,V'-guii lo man*
T o lip it witli the p r u v ; . ;
•
•
I gave three chefet\£v awl tank the daiij
T o drink, the British: •N'-u-y.;:
Before a single drop Fd si pi, v
Or got it to mv muzzle ;
A langrkioe off""my..daddie whipt,
A n d , dam'me, spilt the guzzle.
So then I took to taking snuff,
'Cause how my sorrows doubled ;
And pretty pastime 'twas enou^fe,
D ' y e see when I was trbuWecf:"
B u t fortune, that mischievcniii elf,
Still at some fun or o t h e r ;
N o t that I minds it for my%\t\
But just fdr Poll and AUhher ;
One day, while l a y i n g oif a u taek t
T o keep two spanking f t^ off,
A broadside comes, capsizes J a c k ,
A n d , dum'me, knocks in v nosb off.
So in misfortuTie's school grown tough,
In tbis same sort of knowledge ;
T h i n k i n g , mayhap, T d not enough,
T h e y sent me hejre to college:
And hete we tell old tales and smoke*
And laugh, while we are d r i n k i n g ;
Sailors you know will haya'vlu:ir joke,
though the ship weie Unking:
�4
F o r I , while I get g r o g to drink,
M y wife, or friend, or king in j
?
Twill be no easy thing, I think,
D a m m e , to spoil my singing.
The
Kehhuck&ton
Wedding,
Auld W a t t y of Kebbuckston brae,
W i t h lear and reading of books auld farrcii,
W h a t think ye ! the body came owre the day,
A n d tauld us he*s gaun to be married to M i r r e n ,
W e £ got a bidding,
T o g a n g to the wedding,
Baith J o h n n i e and Sandy, and Nelly and N a n n y ;
A n d T a r n o* the Knowes,
H e swears and he T O W S ,
A t the dancing he'll f&ce to the bride
his
grannie,
A* the lads hae trystet their joes,
Slee Willie came and ea\i 011 Nelly,
A l t h o u g h she was heeht to Geordie Bowse,
She's gien him the g u n k , and &hVs gaun wi
Willie.
W e e collier Johnni@
H a s yocket his p a n e y ,
A n d ' s a f F t o t h e town for a lading af n a p p y ,
W T fouth of good meat
T o serve us to eat,
Sae with f i d d l i n g and feasting we'll a* be fa' happy«
�W e e P a t l l r y die's- to say the grace,
T h e body's aye ready at dredgies and weddings,
A n d flunkey M ' F e e of Sciverton place,
I s chosen to scuttle the pies and the puddings.
F o r there'll be plenty
Of ilka thing dainty,
Baith Iang kail and haggis, and every thing fitting,
W i t h luggies of beer,
O u r wizzens to clear,
Sae the de'il fill his ky te wh$ gaes clung frae t h e
taeetin.
L o w r i e has eaft Gibbie Cameron's g u n ,
T h a t his auld gtitcher bore when he followed
Prince C h a r l i e ;
T h e barrel was rusted as black as the g r u n ,
B u t he's ta'en't to the smiddy a n d ' i fettl'd it
rarely.
W i t h wallets of pout her,
H i s musket he'll shouther,
And ride at our head, to the bride's a1 parading.
A t ilka farm town
He'll fire t h e m three rouiiY
Till the hale k i n t r y ring with the Ivehbuefcstau
wedding.
J a m i e and J o h n n i e maun ride the brouse,
For few like them can sit in the saddle ;
And Willie Cobreath, the b#st of bows,
Is trysted to j i g in the.; ban* with his fiddle*
�6
W'ltii wkibkhig anci linking,.
; And-reeling a n d wheeling,
T h e young ^
a' hkp. t® loop out u\ tfie
,
And Neijie M ' N a i r n ,
T h o ' sair forfairu,.
H e vows that he'll wallop tvva sets wi' fh;e howdie*
Sauney M ' N a b / w i t k iu^ t a j t a p . trews, •
l i a s hecht to come down in the midst of the
A n d gie us three wallops of merry ahantrevys,
W i t h the t r u e highland fliog of M a e r i m m o n
D
O
the Piper.
Si? hipping' and skipping,,
A M springing and fiingirig,
F s e wad that there's uane in the L a w l a n d s can
. Wodf it !
F a i t h | Willie niafm fiddle,
A n d j i r g u m and diddle,
A nd screed till tiie.swect fV in beads frae his haffet.
T h e f t ' g i e me y o u r hand, my trusty good frien% *
And gie me your word, my worthy au'lt! k u n m e r ,
Y e l l baitji come? ,owre oa Friday hedec n, ,
A n d join us in ra'ntiri' and tooming the limmer*
W i t h fouth of good liquor,
We'll had at the bicker,
A nd long may the mailing of Ifebbuckston flourish*
F o r W a t t y ' s sae free,
*
Between you and use,
I \ e warrant keY bidden the half of the parish- ;
�r
-i
Tom
'
Uoiclin^
H e r e , a siw-er huik, lies .poor T o m Bowling,
T h e dar!
inf of our.
N o more he'll hear the tempest jmwling^
j^or d e k h has broached him to :
I I i s form was of the manliest beauty.
H i s heart'w^i^ MiiUf'^asid^
Fa i t h f u! be I o >v fe d id 1 m d u
But
now-he's•gpttealoft.
T o m rveverfrom His word departed,
H i s virtues were so rare,
H i s frbruU .were many, and iruediearted^ •
H b -Pi)!! w a s d u n d a n d . fair :
A n d then he'd sing'so blithe and jolly,
A In tunny's tbf time and oft !
Kill mM'tIi is turh-d to melancholy,
F o r T o m is g o n e ' a j ^ f t
Y e t shall poor T o m find pleasant' weather*
W h e n i/e, who all c o m r n a i $ s ,
Shall g i v e / t o call life's crevy together.
T h e word .to. pips -all h a n d s :
; «
T h u s death, who kings and tarsdispatches*
I n vain Torres life has drvft-'d,
F o r though his body\s uiid^r hatches,
I l i s soul is gone aloft.
ii
J
sell biiia
ri
^///'s
well.
Deserted hy the waning moon,
W h e n ski:s proclaim night^ ehecrless noon,
�CM tower, or fort, or tented ground,
T h e sentry walks his lonely f o u n d ;
A n d should a footstep haply stray
W h e r e caution marks the guarded way™*
W h o goes there ? stranger, quickly t e l l ;
A friend T t h e word ? good night I all's well I
O r sailing on the midnight deep,
W h i l e weary messmates soundly sleep,
'The careful watch patroles the deck,
T o guard the ship from foes or wreck :
A n d while his thoughts oft homeward veer,
S o m e well known voice salutes his ear—*
W h a t cheer ? ho, brother, quickly t e l l ;
Above I below ! good night I all's well 1
The
Entile
and
the
Tear.
S a i d a smile to a tear, on the cheek of m y de&r^
W h i c h beamed like the sun in spring weather*
I n sooth, lovely tear, it strange doth appear,
T h a t we should be both here together.
I come from the heart, a soft balm to impart
T o yonder sad d a u g h t e r of g r i e f ;
A n d I , said the smile, that heart to beguile,
Since you gave the poor m o u r n e r relief.
O h then, said the tear, s # e e t smile, it is clear
W e are twins, and soft pity's our m o t h e r ;
A n d how lovely that face,Which together we gracfyl
F o r the woe and the bliss of another.
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. XVIII Containing Jack at Greenwich. The Kebbuckston Wedding Tom Bowling. All's Well. The Smile and the Tear.
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Jack at Greenwich.
The Kebbuckston Wedding
Tom Bowling.
All's Well.
The Smile and the Tear.
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8 pages
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Chapbook #35 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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No. XVIII printed near the top of the title-page
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Courtship and Marriage
Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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<a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks </a>
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Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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ballads & songs
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[1815-1825?]
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A
OR,
BACCHUS
DETHRONED.
A TEMPERANCE
POEM.
BY A
W R I G MN
OK
N
A.
" If we subtract from the ignorance, the poverty, the suffering, the sickness, and the
crime, which are now witnessed amongst us ; the ignorance, the poverty, the sickness,
and the crime which are caused by one single, but the most prevalent, habit or vice of
drinking needlessly—which destroys the body and mind, and home and family ; do we
not all feel that this country would be so changed, and changed for the better, that it
would be almost impossible for us to know it again ."—The Right Hon. John Bright, M. P.
ABERDEEN:
GEORGE
32
MORRICE,
UPPERKIRKGATE.
Price One Penny.
�PUBLISHER'S PREFACE.
BELIEVING
that it is the duty of every one to do his part in trying
to stem the tumultuous tide of intemperance that is surging
over society, bearing, on its billows, degradation and misery,
wickedness and woe, involving in its evil consequences, to a
greater or less extent, every man, woman, and child in the kingdom
;—the following Poem, from the pen of a " Working Man,"
is offered to the public, in the hope that it will stimulate efforts
on the part of all who have the good of their fellow-men at
heart.
The evils resulting from the drinking customs of society
are so great and wide spread, that if they were abolished, the
advantages to our country would be incalculable.
Let it not be
said, that the Author is a day-dreamer, in painting the prosperous
condition of our country, after the dethronement of Bacchus
has been accomplished, in such fair colours ; or that his ideas
are Utopian, and unlikely to be realised.
But let all who wish
well to the cause of temperance and social prosperity, be earnest
and harmonious, in striving for the realisation of this much-tobe-desired object, and long before a hundred years hence, in the
words of John Bright, " this country would be so changed, and
changed for the better, that it would be almost impossible for us
to know it again."
�A DREAM PROPHETIC:
OR
BACCHUS DETHRONED.
WHILE
musing alone, in a deep meditation,
And thinking on life, with its snares and temptation,
Its joys, and its sorrows, its hopes, and its fears,
I was launched to the future one hundred years.
I found myself strolling the streets of a town,
An ancient city of fame and renown,
Were it not for its landmarks, which stood as of yore,
I scarce could believe that I knew it before.
Such a change had come o'er it, since last I was there,
It caus'd me in wonder, to gaze, and to stare ;
In street or in terrace, in court or in wynd,
A publican's drink-shop I never could find.
I ask'd an old man of benevolent mein,
" Can this be the city they call Aberdeen?
For things are so alter'd, I'm puzzled to know,
If these are the streets that I knew long ago.
The people look happy, and healthy, and strong,
I never meet one of the staggering throng,
Of beggars, and vagrants, I see there are none,
And the most of the ' bobbies' appear to be gone.
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Where now are the dens where the liquor was sold ?
And where are the men so defiant and bold ?
Who doled out the poison for the sake of its gain,
And laugh'd at the victims their traffic had slain.
Has remorse taken hold of their hearts at the last ?
Have they fled from the trade to atone for the past ?
And consience-stricken revolt from pursuing,
A calling that causes such sorrow and ruin.
Be the cause what it may, I am eager to know,
And I fancy that you can be able to show
How it all came to pass ; sure the act would be kind,
Were you now to consent to enlighten my mind."
Astonished, he cried ! " where on earth have you been ?
If you know not these things you must surely be green,
It is now twenty years, on the first of October,
Since the traffic was stopp'd, and the nation made sober.
O ! that was a day which shall ne'er be forgot,
From the end of the land to the famed John O'Groat—
The people rejoiced, and with hearts unrestrained,
They sung praises to God for the vict'ry gained.
At this present day there are thousands alive,
Who refused to believe that the time would arrive,
When the strong-holds of drink would be all overthrown,
And Bacchus, for ever expell'd from his throne.
But when men are in earnest, and truth on their side,
With faith in their cause, and their sympathies wide,
When love is their aim, and their motives are pure,
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By the blessing of God, their success must be sure.
The clergy, who long looked on unconcerned,
At length from enlightened conviction, had learned
That by fostering habits, oppos'd to their Master,
They would yet be arraign'd for the nation's disaster.
Appall'd at the thought, they had rous'd themselves up,
And at once from their tables they banish'd the " cup,"
And from pulpit and press, with their voice and their pen,
They promoted the views of the temperance men.
And the people were stirr'd, o'er the length of the land,
With righteous zeal.
And with stern command,
Proclaim'd that no ' tinkering' measures would please,
That the sale of the poison, for ever must cease.
The struggle was hard, and the battle was long,
Our foemen were fierce and their interest strong,
And like hungry tigers, intent on their prey,
They madly rush'd on to the front of the fray.
But the fiat went forth, at high Heaven's command,
' Remove ye the curse from the midst of the land,'
And their schemes, and their plans, and their armies combined,
Were scatter'd like chaff, when it's tossed by the wind.
You may search throughout Britain in all its domain—
For a drink-seller's sign, but you search it in vain ;
Where distilleries stood, is now planted with birches,
And some are made stances, for schools, and for churches.
What became of the men ?—did I hear you inquire ?—
Who dealt in the liquid of death and of fire !
�6
Distillers, and vendors, and big-bellied brewers,
Are earning their bread, making ditches and sewers.
At first they were haughty, and hardly to please ;
They expected to live all their days at their ease,
But their riches took wings, they were glad of a crust,
For none would engage them to places of trust.
A few, it is true, ere the law came in force,
Adopted a new, and a wonderful course,
Disgusted, and sick, at the scenes, and the quarrels,
They smash'd all their bottles, their casks, and their barrels.
And employed their talents, their means, and their time,
In proving that drink was the parent of crime,
And their fervid appeals, and their pictures of woe,
Assisted to hasten the fiend's overthrow.
You may see what a blessing is brought by the change,
No wonder you looked so doubtful, and strange ;
Where strife, and starvation, were wont to be found,
There, now peace and gladness, and comfort abound.
The savings banks flourish, the churches are crowded,
And men growing rich, once in poverty shrouded ;
In the street where we stand, I could name half-a-score,
Who have purchas'd the houses they rented before.
The destruction of grain is finally ended,
And used for the purpose the Giver intended,
And the poor have good cause to be pleased with their lot,
When the big quarter loaf can be bought for a groat.
It is rumour'd the prison will soon be ' for sale,'
�7
They had none for a week, except Barny Macgrail,
A wandering wretch, who is harden'd in sin,
He was found making free with a bottle of gin.
I will tell you of something more wonderful yet,
If you walk to the poorhouse, you'll see it ' to let,'
While twenty years back, it was cramm'd to the door,
This day, though you count them, you'll scarce find a score.
And these are now claim'd by their friends and relations,
Who once were kept poor by their frequent potations,
And now as they're thriving—to make some amends,
They have fully resolv'd on maintaining their friends ;
And certain I am, that the news will be pleasing,
When I tell you that madness is yearly decreasing,
The doctors declare that if this is to last,
The insane will be soon 'mongst the things that are past.
Then why be surpris'd, that policemen are few,
When they want their chief work—the incapable crew—
And if things will improve, till the end of the fall,
It is thought we can safely dispense with them all.
All now will admit that the drink was a curse—
Destructive to souls and to person and purse—
And express their surprise that such terrible wrong,
Was permitted to ruin the country so long.
And the men who were once stigmatised as extreme,—
And twitted, because they kept aye to one theme,—
Are honoured, and lauded, in every place,
And counted the truest, and best of the race.
�8
I was one of that band," my informant exclaimed.
"
In the temperance ranks, from my youth I was train'd,
And the peace, and the blessing, the land has enjoyed,
These twenty years past, make my heart overjoyed.
My days are nigh spent, I am waiting the call,
Which sooner or later, must come to us all ;
Farewell now my friend, I have told you my story,
To God give the thanks, and the praise, and the glory."
I clapped my hands, and I shouted with glee,
Rejoicing, to think that my country was free.
I awoke with the noise, disappointed I ween,
To find that my vision had all been a dream.
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A dream prophetic: or, Bacchus dethroned. A temperance poem by a Working Man
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Crime
Religion and Morals
Alcohol
Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen
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1875 per National Library of Scotland
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English
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The chapbook begins with a “Publisher’s Preface” describing the evils intemperance and alcohol in this troubled time, and supporting the author in his desire for a society governed by temperance and the absence of drink. In the verses of the chapbook, the author describes a vision he has of Aberdeen, one hundred years in the future. He scarcely recognizes his city, clean of all crime, filth, and poverty and filled with happy, productive people, all due to the absence of alcohol which had been abolished for a century. The author paints a picture of an almost utopian society, describing with pleasure all the good that would come from a society of temperance, in religion, economics, and politics. In the end, he is disappointed to wake up and discover it was nothing but a dream. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume.
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National Library of Scotland <a href="http://www.nls.uk/">http://www.nls.uk/</a>
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Chapbook #5 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks
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Aberdeen: George Morrice
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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ballads & songs
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Chapbook Date: 1871-1880
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Genre: religion & morals
Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: George Morrice
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A guide to Inscriptions sculptured on tombstones, &c. Before the year 1710, in the Parishes of Paisley.
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A bound collection of 37 chapbooks; Chapbook #35
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Paisley Repository no. 14
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1810? per McGill Library Chapbook Project
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12 pages
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Religion and Morals
Chapbooks - Scotland - Paisley
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McGill Library Chapbook Project <a href="McGill%20Library%20Chapbook%20Project%20http%3A//digital.library.mcgill.ca/chapbooks/index.php">http://digital.library.mcgill.ca/chapbooks/index.php</a>
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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In the public domain; For higher quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext 53413
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[Paisley]