41 10 639 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/b03076e9e34d385f0f0867b63e68e3ef.pdf f510018cc0e7997a7cd6ca375c9d5d46 PDF Text Text T h e * _ D u m F l o w e r b A NEW k - o f i e , , LOVE-SONG. T a . which is pdded, We've ay been Provided for, 1 n e l a i i k a r v ! o f A l e . A..Kfety TO nr. so u;" jr.' •. fKv-Btjnv-. Turn:— llfrrfy Z&tkStiaktr ; ihfci 1 AND rAN'THK THK' FALKIWI-T.JCPHN'STON, i?. I&YKkfc i\ �TVE IR O F DUMBLANR. T h e ' S u n has gane o'er the lofty Benlomond, And left the^red clouds to prefide o'er the fcene ; W h i l e lane v I (tray in the calm fimirier gloaming. T o mu'Von fweet Jeflie, theflow't o' Dumblane. ' l ( jw I'weet is the btierrv* V its faft £au!dingblofiom! And fweat is the birk, wi y its mantle o' green ; Y e t fweeicr ar:d fairer, an'dear to this bofom, lovely young JeiSe, tilJ flow'r o' Dumblane. SheJs modeft as ony, an' blythe as fhe'i bonny r For guilclefs frnplicity marks her its ain ; -An1 far be the villain, divetled o' feeling, Wha'd blight in its b'oom, the fweet flow'r o' Dumblane. "Sing on thou fweet mavis,thy hvmn to the e'ening, ThuuVt dear to the echoes o' Calderwood glen ; Sae.dear to this bofom, fae artlefs and winning, h charming.young Jeflie, the flow'r o' Dumblane. Y How Ipft v ere my days 'till Tmet \\V my Jeflie! 'The fpdi Cs o' the city ieem'd foolifh and v a i n : j i ne'er few a nymph I wou'd ca* my dear laflie, ' Till chann'd wi' fweet Jeflie, the flow'r <f Dumblane! Tho.' mine were the ftation o' iofireft grandeur, Amidrt its pjrofu.Vn I'd languiflt in pain r reckon naething.the height o' its fplendoutv Ii w u X ^ g i'weet JeiJLv tin flow'r o' DI*mbluner , �( 3 ) WE'VE A Y E BEEN PROVIDED FOR. COME fk down my Gronie, an' gi'e rae your'cr^TFV^ Lftt the win' tak the care o' this life 011 its back , Jjjir hearts to defpondency we ne'er will fubrnit, For we've aye been provided for, an'fae will wo yet. ^ Let the Mifer delight in the hoarding o'pelf, Since he has not the faul to enjoy it himfelf.: Since the bounty of Providence it new ev'ry da) r ' A s we journey thro' life, let us live by the way, \ Let us live, &c. 4 Then bring us a tankard of nappy, brown For to comfort our hearts, and enliven the title ^, W e ' l l ay hz the merrier the langer we fit, F;>r we'vc-Jrank th'gUher mony a lime, and fa5 will we j e t . Cortie han* me your mill, an' my nofe I will pvirocf W i ' mirth an1 fweet innocence we'll paf* away the time; For quarrelling an"fighting we never willndmitr f W e ' v e parted aye in umtf^an' ike will we yeU An' fae will% &c. Succefs to tfce Farmer,, an'profper his plow^ Rewarding ITis eident toils a' the year thro'; Our feed-time an' harvefl we ever will get, F o r we've lipen'd ay to Providence, an' foe wiil we yet. PHI �4 ) Long live the King, an" happy may he b e ; Ar ee*f* to hu forces by Ian1 an' by f c a : I F . en'mies to triumph we ne'er, will permit, liritons oft have been vi&orioua, and fae will they yet. % L e t the glafsleep its courfeTan1 go merrily r o p j \ F o r the Sun has to rin, tho' the Moon Hie go do!' 1 ill the lioufe be rinnin' roun* about,'tis time** enough to f l i t ; W h e n wc fell V.e aye got up rgain, an' fae will We yet. - A - - A .— V TI1E T A N K A R D OF ALE. IfoT drunk, nor yet ftfber, Hat br<?therJto both, I met a young man upon Aylefbury dale, % I fa\f by his face that he was in good cafe • T o go ar^fhake hands with tankard of ale. LafU'la re, laru, &c, I faw, T k e hedger that works in the ditches all day, 7\nd labours hard aK^day at the plough-tajl, J Yc'll tail? of great things about prinecs and kirgs, When ar.ua lie fbakiss hands with a tankard of Ale. * /^'u,!* re, l&ru> Hi r H talk; fcr. �( 5 ) ' The beggar that beg*her bread from doer to door* .. Ar.d hfis fcarce got a rag for to covet her ail, She*s as merry in rags as a mifer with bags? V When once flic fliakes hands with a tankard •< * of Ale.; Lam la re, &c. She's as. See. widow who bury'd her hufband oflate, And has fcarcely forgot for to weep and to wail* Think* every day ten till (he's inarry'd a&aijv When once fhe fhakei hands with a tankard of Ale. Lam la m & c . Thinks, vkc. V, The old parifh Vicar, when heVqpt in liquor, Doth merrily on his parifhonera rail; Come pay un your ty thes. or Til kifs a* vour wives, When once he (hakes hands with a tankard of Ale. Laru la re, &c. Come pay, &c. The old Parfon's clerk, his eyes are fo dark, And the letter fo fmall that he fcarcely can fell; But he'll fee each letter, andfingthe Pfalmsbetteiy When once he (hakes hands with a pot of good Ale. Laru la re, &c. But. he'll fee, hci The blackfmith by trade, a jolly brilk Unci, Cries, Fill up the bumper, dear hofl, from • the pale ; Sq ehearful he'll fing, and make the houfc rir.g, j �(«) , When once Ire fhakes hands u ith a tankard of ale. Laru la re, &c. So chearful, &c. The Tinker, you ken. cries, Uld kettles to mend! With his budget and hammer to drive in the nail, W i l l fpend a whole crown at one fitting dowif When once he fhakes hands with a tankard of i^r. Laru la re, &c. Will fpend, &c. The mnfon, brave John, the carver of {lone, The Matter^ graud Secret he will not reveal; Y e t how merry is lie, with a lafs on his knee, ^ V When once he (hakes hands with a tankard of ale. Laura la re, &c. Y e t how merry, &c. You maids of the game, pray do not mc blame, Tho* your private [vaclice in public I tell j Young Bridget and Nell to ki fs will not fail. When once they (hake hands with a tankard of Ale. Laru la re, &c. Young Bridget, &c. There's fome jolly wives loves drink as their lives. Dear neighbours but mind on this for row ful tale,. Their hufbands they'll horn, as fure's they were born, If once they (hake hands with a tankard of ale: Laru la ^ &c. Their hufbands, &c. From wrangling, or jargiing, ar.d every fuch ftrife, Or any thing elfe that may happen to f a l l ; From words comes to blows, and a bloody nofc, But friends again over a tankard of ale. Laru la rc, &c. From' words, �, A .NEW SONG, TO BE SUNG BY EVERY-IT DY. Tusk—Merrily dancd the Quaker's Wife* TSo 1 haught r^nce invafion threat r Y e t lex theTc loon* beware, S i r , There's Wooden-Walls upon our leas, , *And Volunteers on ihore, Sir. Vlie Clyde (hall run to Tintock's t a p ! Beniomond jump to Gal'way I Ere we permit a foreign foe On liritiih ground to rally. Then let us not, as fnarling curs„ In wrangling* be c^ivided, Till flap comes in fome unco loou^ And with a rung, decide i u Be Britons Itill to Britons true, Like Britons ttand united ; And never but by Britain's'forts, Shall Briton's wrong* be righted. '1 ho1 haughty F:auee, &c* The Kctt/le of the Kirk and State, Perhaps fome clout may fail m \ But de'il a foreign tinkler loon Shall ever ca* a nail in't. Our Fathers Blood this Kettle cpft* And wha* wad dare t> t'poil it ? W h o would, the facrilegious Dog Shall fuel be to boil it 1 . Tho 1 haughty Franc/, �1ANTHE THE \ LOVELY. IaKTRE, the lovely, tht joy p^ her fvvain, By Iphis was lov'd, and Iov'd I phis again; She li'/'d in the youth, aj>i the youth in the fair T h e i r pleasure was equtil, ;md eqa il their care : ^ No delight, no enjoyment, their dotage withdraw; B a 11 h e i onge r they 1 i v MxiVi! 1L he Fond a r t h ey g w. A pftflion fo happy alarm'd all the plain! Some envyM the nympU but more en vy'd ihe {Vain Some fwore^cwouM be pity th^ir loves t«> inv&de, T h a t the lovers alone tor each other werf tnade But all, all cuni'ented, that not>e ever knew A nymph be more kind, or a iiiepherd lo true! -9 • Love law them \uth^pleafureT and vow'd to take care Of the. faitJiFul, the tender, the innocent pair; W h a t either might want., he bid either c> move: e But the)' wanted nothing bat ever to K;ve. l i e faid all to bids them, his godhead cou'd do, That they [till Uua'd be kind, and for ever be true. i? I N I S. Kilkkk—T. Johnstor.) Printer* I . t � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/eff9f6eb34c6e528f1d44bccc7dfec24.jpg 952ed4a5662c7f3faef58cbbfd30af56 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3018 Width 1772 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Flower of Dumblane, a new love song. To which is added, We've ay been provided for. The tankard of ale. A New song to be sung by every-body. Tune - Merrily dancd the Quaker's wife. And Ianthe the lovely. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Falkirk Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1814 Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923315723505154">s0427b01</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. We've ay been provided for. The tankard of ale A new song to be sung by every-body Tune - merrily dancd the Quaker's wife And Iianthe the lovely 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 Description An account of the resource Unidentified woodcut image on the title page Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Falkirk: W. Johnston, Printer https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/b5bcd32fe98383ccc40dfa836b1e5d4d.jpg b6ac847c21cdade10b0f26cc551abf16 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3308 Width 1891 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/380e16fbe9c11a20eb5fdbdb298047cb.pdf 338e38a4fb5230adf9eb75bbbf3476f1 PDF Text Text T H E Folly and FaiMon OF THE P R E S E N T TIME. . TO WHICH iRE ADDED, A T R I P T H E B O T A N Y H A P P Y J A C K The T O Cruel T A R r BAY** W E D D I N G , S PARENTS R E T U R N. DECEIVED; �C, * 3- The Foliy and Fashion of the prefent Time. Ome lifccn a.~hHe you ne<fd net farry long, Al! ranks ei vc *teendon as by me you throng, The Cr-uth you (li-ll he\r fcy the weirds of a fong, Of the rigs and rhrmSs eh thy times, - lis. this moil won!ertd* woarffinful a g * Defrauding? ddufion, ind bilking'g the plan, Thfc way of tnW world now is chest ?s cheat catt, 4 An4 rbe far bi^geft rogue, Sir, is nov?- t'tic V f t man, W h o can Bounce and .fly, fVea*, He, arid deny* yTle the way kow to thrive as tb^ world u o v goes. With ccnfu£on and'bu Pile'for money they ft rivef The rich would devftsir the poor up aliye, A n d d x e neighbour dctft Hie another to thrive, F#r wrong or rfchfc ihey b xkbite, .full of fplte, Laugh .in ihr^ JTeevc at their neighbour's dowirfal. C Here is Lady Sqn«tb with her nrcon;fy*d face* By her T i l defcrifcs you this backbiting race, T i os *tw;>v.'d pvzzk z lawyer their anions to trace, To Irn^v vour triod how they twine, feem fo kind, y-et wou!d o&t your throat if your, back be but turned. They Ve mod oftfetre gofnps witl? what news I pray ? Why can't yen comb in, no indeed a can't flay, T h o ; to u t H e ' i j S a n d e r the^JNgoflfip all day, lii dirty tviixiy oat and in-, diiu^ing gin, • fcoiuplajn of bad hufbanas,Biu few of fach wires. A hew tea-drinking f^fhion cfjate they've gotin,. Such an excellent mode they think .it no fin, T o borrow tea-kettles, to pawn them for gin, Andfwearbbck'swliite, wrong crrlghrjtocotneby't, .Of this tea-drinking fafrion good women beware; �Since fol^y and f&foion's fo prone in the J^irdj Here'sthousands of tradesmen are all at a (Laud, The' pride and preemption hand in hmd9 Many a one up and broke and gone, * The Lady's ambition has roir/d chelr tnxde. T o offend the cUar Ladies I'd not f*y a word, Tho' they're ta the roily J think to abfurd. By fcenfin^their Rothes With Mufcovy cat's turd, That the fames of their plumes, flies in my brain, Gives me the vapours when them I come near. Their favourite lap dogs hos.v d-Jietoufly fed, Shock rides Iri- the coach, fbfi velvet his bed, WhiJea-hungry child,on the bard boardslayskshead AH the night) {hocking plight, tefcc me right*, They value their znlnuh vncre thsn a child. The next Is a be.^u, Sir Vanicy Vain., His fwff-bJx is open each ^minute* Vv-ith pains* To fill his head fiil/er of muff than of brains* So mighty wife, am! pr&jife, what with Powder and hair you eao Icarce fee his nofey For lotx'ry adventurers here's chjna c o m p t e r Silver tabl£ and teaspoons, all equipage neat, GfFfthc bed to the pop-fh<m, atf/ay gpes (httit* • The;/ luck to uy, naw they buy, a policy, And dreaming rf.l night of this tea-tabfe prize. Such' folly a ad tirr.es in poor Britain was ntve£, Here's wit a'] in fags, and folly in feather, By P r o v i n c e thas we're all huddi'd together^ So the 1 fe of man is boi a like an Air balfopn, wonder when loft in the air. A T R I P TO BO Y A N T BAT, O M E, come my kvis. for we mult aw?;, K j Bound e^tyr.' ir<. Irons, to Coranr Br; r �h h of no ufe to weep nor yet. to complain, F$r perhaps we may fee Old England again. C H O % V S. So ^orne* come away* for J can no logger flay, Let us hops we may meet with a far better day* Although we,are bound to a foreign clime, There's many of us young lads in our prime^ W h o by wifdom we eugbt to've been better taught, For wifdom's ne'er good without it's dear bought* So come, come away, for l 3 etc. Now many a pretty l^fsin Botany may be fem p W h o knows but {he might be an Indian Queen, Deck'd out in diamonds, fee the Britiih fair, A % £or transportation. little do we care. So come, come away, for i , etc. Now when to Botany Bay we do c6me f T h e fir ft thing we do is to chufe us a King, ";7k of lio ufe to laugh, nor |et to make fun, W h o knows but it may be the noted Ikrrington* So come, come awayf for I, etc* Farewel my pretty girls, I'll bid you adieu* St may Be a long time before I fee you > x So fill up the glafs, and drink it off I pray, Succefs to the. lads that's bound to Botany Bay* So come^ come away, for I r etc. THE H A P P Y W E D D I N G , f A S 1 was a walking one morning in May, A I heard a ^young damfel to % h i v d to fay* My love^ gops f N m me, and fhown me foul play *Twae do via in tke mm&vw anaongft the greai hay* �1 5 1 , What mates my dear Polly to figh & complai% Did you think, love, I ne'er ftiould return again, Now to the church let us with ipeed repair, So never mind your father my aeareft dear. My father is wori% five thousand a year, And I am his daughter, and his only"heir, Not a penny of portion he'll give me I fear, If I marry with you, O mf deareft dear, They went to church & were marry'd ftraightway, And home to her father the very next day, Saying, Honoured father,- I tell unto thee, That marry'd we two are, you plainly may fee. With that, the old m m began for to fwear, You have marry'd my daughter, and my only care* Bm fmce that you're marty'd* I've gota new fon, Y o u are welcome, I freely forgive what is done.You youi?g men and maids of every degree, W e d the man you love, if y&u think he loves thee, For my father's well pleasM with his good fon & heir, And fcttl'd upon him one thoufand a year. 1 A C K J T A R ' S \ R E T U R N . / \ N E night at ten o'clock as I a reading fat V * / letters of old I receiv'd from my dear, Somebody at the dpor like a Jack Tar did roar* which drove my fenfes I cannot tell where. I rofe at t M fliock, I the door did unlock, fuch a fine fight fure my eyes did behold, Trowfers as white as fnow,buckles down to fhetee, with a flafliy curi'd gee^ his hat latfd with .gold. �C 6 J Then I did fund in w w^ftraigh t in my afimbe flews gave me a kifs far fleeter than rse, That be r^vit d my heart, from the deadly {mart, nothing, no ncthirg, my mind could I ring tpo* Then to delight me more, lb *ght in my apron fure3 he begin to tin 6w hafid^als pf gold, x Saving, I'll j on deck wi5 a gold chain 'bqutyottfneckj for fail'd with Rsdney of courage fo bold.. Come each lad and-lafs, drink off 3 fkiwing'glafs, driuk'a ffealth to the lads that are :/t fea ; God fend them t%(e home, unto their native home, O ! what comfort and joy that>ill be. „ The CRUEL. PAREN TS DECEIVED i Or, the H A P P Y LOV&R.S 'MEETING. A S I wslkM cqf one running to tafte the f.vset air, A damf { l.iy deploring. for the lofs of her dear, IV?y love is gene and left, me to figh and to mo^n, AH joys ase bereft mes O v/hen will he return ? How cruel were my parents to prcve fs fevere, ft ca\:fes me to f g h -and thed many a (ear; He now is fore'd fror^me to plough on the* main, 1c rims hi "my mind I'lt ne'er fee him again. Ye gods above "reftore him fife to me again, The Tofrng &[ my jewel incrcafesmy pain, Confjn'd nov£ in Bedhm all for bis dear iVk«v W^th grief and-..vexation my heart it will bregk. But as (lie was %'ilag faring*h:r hair,.. O wh,u (hould ihe hear but the voice of her dear, "With joy and with rapitfre ( h e i k w to bis arms, Sayhig, My .dear c u r a r e h?»s ^ million of c harms* �Alt ho' I was forc'd to plough the raging#mainf With jov t*m returned to £ou o^cc ;*£ain, With gold -and with filter, to you HI i ^fign, If you will content, fay dear, to bs mine. It was your cruel parems that fore'd me away, 3p(v with you, mv j t w d , I'd rathe r have (layYi, AM in your fwect company,- which I do adore, Alas! I was afriid I ne'e r fhoul i fee you more. So now thf-dear char«iierj let's no longer delay, But now to the church let us hade away, Where ycu-and I'll join in love's fwc-et content, They ne't? ftood to parley, hut to chutdhthey went. T H E W I L L O W W I L L. willow y cm-fay is'a pretty flower, 1 which yem have can feci me for to wear Thee have I courted for many long hours, but all in vain k hath prcve'i I fe^r* The willow you faf, etc. Falfe you have tunned, tho' now you complain, don't you 'remember . he gsVllnd you feat/ / f h e wfllow-will frfm'd i t f a l f e hearts ad'oriVdit, lit tic on ce did I t h \: k o f foh r i a rz nc. F ife? have you turned e c I am >he young #iin wno fays heipves you, reidy. to come and fpeak it 1vow, The i'"*r]3 yy\i feot, it don't1 become me, tiio' yod do.furce me to we a it now. I am tbe voting man, etc. On JVfcn^y morn 1 am read?' to meet you, and to love's Hirer lead you sway * The ring I'll get, the licence is ready, ' dear;girl for tbee $ nc longer can (lay. • On Monday mor«% tu:. �t. 3 3 I think every moment: it is a longiiour, every h#tir as long as threej Until the time my love does appear in the green bower for to meet me. I think every moment, etc. My love is dainty, tho' falfe hearts are plenty* my love fincere as when it was new r As it grows older it ne'er foall grow colder, nor fade away like the morning dew. My love is dainty, etc, . T H E M O M EN T AURORA, H E moment Aurora peept into the room, J . I put on my clothes and I call'd for my groom* Will Whiftle by this had uncouple tl*e hounds, . J W h o lively and mettlefome trilk'rf o'er the grounds, ,The h'orfes are faddl'd, fleet Dapple arid Gray, Seem'd longing to hear the glad found, Hark away! A ^ J w a s now by the clock about four in the morn, And we all gallop*d off to the found of the horn, Dick Garter, Will Babble, and T o m at the Goofe, When all of a ftidden out ftarts Miilrefs Pafs, Men, hordes, and dogs not a moment would ftay, A n d echo was heard to cry, Hark 1 hark away. The chace was a fine one, {he took o'er the plain, Which (lie doubled, and doubled again, Till at la ft (he took Covert, returned out 6f bre>ths And I and Will Whiftle were in at the death ; Ther^ m triumph of joy I the hare did difpl^y f ! And calTd to the horn my boys, Hark ! hark away ! G X, VA S G O W, Printed by J< and M* Roi?£rtfon, SaUmarket, i 8qz, � 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 Folly and Fashion of the present time. To which are added, A Trip to Botany Bay. The Happy Wedding. Jack Tar's Return. The Cruel Parents Deceived: Or, the Happy Lovers Meeting. The Willow Will. The Moment Aurora. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1802 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923315903505154">s0427b02</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. A Trip to Botany Bay. The Happy Wedding. Jack Tar's Return. The Cruel Parents Deceived: Or, the Happy Lovers Meeting. The Willow Will. The Moment Aurora. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland&nbsp;</a> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a well-dressed couple dancing on the title-page. Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/87126d8971155f028918a8f9768d1afc.pdf eed84e96dddf38b060cb10fdbf05216e PDF Text Text Fortunate Weaver's Uprife, O R, T H E Landlady well Pleafed. • -4> T H E •" ' TO WHICH ARK AD3SD, L A D Y ' S D I A R Y , • * The Love & Rage of Highland Donald. D R I N K I N G D R O W N S . CARE. BRAVE D O N A L D M ' C R A W ; J E N N Y T H E N E T T L E S . M A L T H A N. G L A S G O W , Printed by J. & M. Robsrtfon, §a!tmar!r?** ' �The Fortunate'WE AVER'S UPRISE, L A S T night as I came into town$ I was both wet and weary, < Into a tavern I did go, hoping relief was near me : They condacled me to the tap-room* I call'd for punch was fmoaking^ My landlady and 1 fat down, and there we fell a jokeing. We drank about till it was out, then I call'd in another— When in the Chop we heard a rap* the daughter cdling mother. Bhe faidi my child, forbear a while, and do your beft endeavour, For leafe he$rtg if I can part this darling fporting weaver, I put my surjns around her neck, her cheeks they biufh'd lik^^fes j Sfce [aid. youitg man, call what you wUlf you will not be imposed oa* I took her gently by the hand* and erobirac'd her in my arms, p With one conferit we went to bed* - and there we flept til! morning*,- �( 3 ) Tjtien the nest morning when I rofeP I looked fo melancholy, Thinking of my night'r repofe and of my pafl folly* She cziVd me to her breakfaft rotfm, the tea being oa the table. She faid, iiik ltd, be not fo fed, fare ^ell whilft you are ableWhen breakfaft things wefe laid afiJe, and all things fair and e^Jy, She faid >»y boy, don't feesn fo ftiyy 1 have a job will pleafe you. And if that you work journey work, Pd have you go no tarther \ Fli pleafe your mind with coarfe and fine and a loom in proper order. Immediately we did agree, and with her then I tarried, I wrought her piece mo.fi charmingly, and icon after we- got married. ' • i'^r-fi b ' • ' 'r'-i- -t • ' ' • In unity we da agree. . no couple can live better, Both tught and day ! bear the fway, lor weaving of her chequer. Now to conclude and >nd my fong, I hope j o ^ r e not offended, If I (aid any thing tUat's wrong, it's mftvt ifrau 1 intended. "' �I hope this will a warning be ' unto aU iinea-weavcrr. To always p'aafe the landlady* and keep her in their favour. T HE L ADY'S DIARY. E C T U R M ) by Pa and Ma o'er night, ^ Monday9 at ten, quite vex'd and jealous Refolv'd in future to be right, and never lifteri to the fellows ! Stifch'd half a wriftbajnd, read the text, receivM a note from Mrs, Rackit: 1 hate the woman, (he fat next, all church-time, to fweet Captain Clackit I Tuefday got fcolded, did not care, the toaft was cold, 'twas paft eleven; I dreamt the Captain, through the air, on Cupid's wings bore me to heay n ! Pouted and din'd, drefs'd, looked divine, made an excufe, got Ma to back* it % Went to the play, what joy was mine! taik'd loud & laugh*d with Captain Clackit Wednesday came down, no lark fo gay! the girl's quite alter'd, faid my Mother; Cry*d Dad, 1 recoiled the day when, Dearie, thou wert fuch another, JDanc*d, drew a landfcape, fkitnn'd a play, in the paper read that widow Flackit To Gretn^QVeen had run away, the fbr^ard mw+i I with Captain Clackko �( $ > Thurfday fell fick; poor foul, foe'U die ; five do&ors came with length'ned faces; Each fck my pulfe % ah ? me 1 cry'd !f are thefe my promised loves and graces I Friday grew v/orfe; cry'd Ma, in pain, our day was f m 9 heaven do not black it} Where's your complaint, love ? In my brain^ what fli^ll I give you ? Captain Ciackiu Early next morn a noftrum came worth all their cordials, balms, and fpicesf A letter; I had been to blame % the Captain's truth brought on a erifis % Sunday, for fear of more delays of a few clothes I made a packet* And Monday mom ftept in a chai&v and ran away with Captain Clackk. The Love and rage of Highland Donalds ighland Donald* fworc a wife was not fo great an evil* And any but a husband's life, was fure a Highland devil. Then Highland Donald tuti'd his pipe* he had been foroe months marrkd j Severely now he feels a whip, for fjorns our Donald carried. Now Highland Donald thump'd his wife*, be fworcfixewas not civil, And to get quix% he'd pa£t with life* and feud' her to the Devil H �d r i n k i n g d r d w h s c a r e , Y p I L L your gtefles, banifli care, J P Wealth arid worldly care dcfpife3 Sorrow ne'er can bring relief | - joys from drinking will a rife. Why fhould we with anxious care, Spoil what Nature's made fo fair ? Chor. Drink and fet your heart at reft j Of a bad bargain make the bed. Mirth when rainglid with our wine; Makes the heart alert and free: Let it rain, or fnow, ori&ine, 41 i the fame it is to inc» > There's no fence againft our fate* Changes, daily on us wait ,Chon Drink &e* Some purfue the winged wealth, Some to honour do afpirei Give me freedom, give me health, That's the fum of my defite* What this world could more prefent, Would not add to my content Chor. Drink and fet your heart at reft j Of a bad bargain imkc the beft. -^ ^— • m r w n i| i "fM ftaafejuwrraeiaawraaK^— "i i B R a V E D O t? L l i M< C ft A W « ¥ J I G H L A N D Donalds got a wife, jfTjl aiui O S an he wordic o' ner £ For every night that he cotpcs haind, hs ckws t^c ISghlaEd hurdles oJ her. �Now Maggie fidg*d and claw'd her head* cry'd* Donald will ye murder me ? But he laid on the other thump, you cuckold nte, oh-on-o-rie. When Donald and his wife had done, they, both with one confent did part, A fodger he went off to be* m and Maggy keeps a chearful heart. J E N N Y N E T T L E S. S A W ye Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles, Saw ye J£nny Nettles, coming frae the market; Bag and baggage dn her back, her fee and bountlth in her lap | Bag and baggage on her back, and a babic in her oxter. 1 met ayont the Kairny, Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles, Singing tjli her bairny, Robin Rattle's baiiard j T o flee the docl upo' the ftool, and ilka ane that mocks her, She round about feeks Robin out, to flap it in his oxter. Fy, fy ! Robin Rattle, Robin Rattle, Robin Rattle j ; ¥y, fy 1 Robin &attl$ Jenny jetties kindly ? �( 8 ) , Score out t i e blame, and fhun the fhaine, and without more debate o't* Tak hame your wain* raak jenny fain, the leel and leefome gate o'u T H E M A L T M A N. tt E maltman comes on Monday^ he craves wonder fair, Cries " Dame come gi'e me my filler, <c or malt ye fall ne'er get mair®** I took him into the pantry. and gave him feme cock-broo, Syne paid him'upon a gantree, as hoftler-wives flbould do, "When maltmen come for filler, and gaugers wi' wands o f er foot?, Wives, tak them a* down to the cellar, and clear them as f ha'e dofte. This be with, when cuniiejs fcanty, will keep them frae making di n ; The knack I learh'd frae an mid 'aunty§ the fnackeft o* a' my kin. The maltman is right cunning, but I can he as flee, An* he may crack o- his winning, whan he clears fcores wi* me $ For ccme whan he likes, I'm -ready* 1 but if firae haine I be? jtt.et him wait on our kind Lady, Fc {he'll anfwer a bill for me, Glasgow, Printed by J/&, M. Robertfon, Saltmarket, sSba* T � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/29f34db8b0d32c0f8d628517908c11c1.jpg 533b8510335ec5643c7dcbfc5000ce33 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3296 Width 2009 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Fortunate Weaver's Uprise, or, The Landlady well Pleased. To which are added, The Lady's Diary. The Love &amp; Rage of Highland Donald. Drinking Drowns Care. Brave Donald Mc Craw. Jenny Nettles. The Maltman. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1802 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923316673505154">s0424b24</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Landlady well Pleased. The Lady's Diary. The Love &amp; Rage of Highland Donald. Drinking Drowns Care. Brave Donald Mc Craw. Jenny Nettles. The Maltman. Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of five people in a wedding scene on the title-page. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks&nbsp;</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland&nbsp;</a> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm 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 by J. & M. Robertson https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ee45fbaacfead75f4b81d207502b80b6.pdf 0c002c4d456d9f40f1c4c93bb839d685 PDF Text Text THE GHOST OF MY UNCLE. TO WHICH IS ADDED, THE OUTWITTED TAX-GATHERER. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 25 ��GHOST OF M Y U N C L E . I AROSE early in the morning, and after taking a good breakfast, set out from home. A quantity of rain had fallen in the night It was, however, fair when I commenced my expedition, and I wished it so to remain. The morning was still and beautiful; it was the early hour of four; I could not yet distinguish the sun, though I was sensible he had left his ocean bed from the beautiful streaks of colouring in the eastern sky. To express the softness, mildness, and calmness of the scenery, at that hour, I cannot find adequate words; those only can conceive it who have witnessed the scene. I had not proceeded more than two miles, before a few drops alarmed me with apprehension of a soaking shower, from a heavy black cloud that was slowly sailing over my head, and my fears were soon realized by a very thick descent that followed, on which I betook �4 myself with all speed to a thatched cottage, that I saw at some distance, for shelter. Many years had elapsed since I had wandered about in this spot in careless infancy, and the pretty secluded cot to which I was advancing, had once been my home. I looked around on the hills and dales, and could easily recognise them as my old acquaintances. ' Ha,' said I, ' ye change not your appearance, ye grow not old in the course of time, the feebleness of age cometh not upon you ;---ye still smile in the brightness of summer, and frown in the lowering winter. For ages ye have reared your towering crests and given food to the flocks and the herds that have chequered your dark surface; ye have given a direction to the murmuring brook that proceeds from you, till it seeks, far distant, the mighty ocean; and while generation after generation hath passed away, ye have preserved unvaried the features ye possessed in ages gone--- Even now, as in years past, my eyes behold the still sunshine sleeping upon your gentle s'oping declivities, interrupted only when the light cloud of spring, for a moment, casts over them its passing shadow ! My cogitations were suddenly interrupted by the gate at the end of the pasture, whichIopened. In another moment I was in the porch of the cottage; I lifted the latch, and went �5 in. The house appeared just the same as I had left it ten years before. The furniture was the same, and each piece occupied the same position. The old clock stood ticking in the corner, as it had done for four-score years, the oaken settle remained behind the door, and my uncle's antique two armed chair by the fire-side; but I saw no living creature in the house besides the cat on the hearthstone. I listened awhile, but could hear nothing. At this I rather wondered, as of yore the house was seldom, scarcely ever, totally deserted. I then went forward into the spence, or country parlour, where I found several neighbour cousins, and the servants, all standing in deep silence around the bed of my dying uncle. On entering, all eyes turned upon me; I was a stranger to most of them; there were, however, one or two who remembered me. I advanced to the bed-side, and the countenance of my uncle for a moment brightened up at my approach, but soon subsided again into a cold tranquil indifference. It was plain that death was rapidly approaching. He had been speechless several hours; consequently we could hold no conversation. He, however, put out his hand, which I grasped with an affection redoubled by the prospect of soon losing him for ever. In my younger days I had lived �with him, and he having no children of his own, was then remarkably fond of me; subsequently that affection was strengthened between us, and although circumstances had cast my lot in another country, yet we had kept up a friendly and affectionate intercourse. Some time previous to his indisposition, I had again removed to within thirty miles of his residence, which was the place from whence I set out on this sorrowful visit. My uncle was a man of sound judgment, keen observation, and cheerful social disposition, joined to a thorough knowledge of mankind; he possessed a good portion of eccentricity and humour. He loved a cheerful glass; he was kind to his servants, and dependants, and though rather of a frugal and saving disposition, yet he was charitable to his poor neighbours. In his freindships he was rather capricious, but firm in his attachment to the kirk and goverment of his country. He was apt to be a little passionate and hasty in his temper; but his resentment was seldom of long duration. He was well beloved by those among whom he dwelt, and might be pronounced a good neighbour, and an excellent subject. By a long course of industry in his profession, he had amassed a pretty good property, the knowledge of which had drawn around him a host of needy �7 relations, who besieged him with flattery and professions, but those attentions were chiefly drawn forth by their hopes of inheriting the old man's property. How he had willed it was not known. He was a man of prudence, and seldom blabbed out his private affairs. On my arrival, I found all the friends about him remarkably attentive and duteous in their behaviour, though it was evident that a good deal of the affection was assumed. Shortly after, he fell into a kind of a dose, and all left the room save an attendant or two. Peggy, the servant who had lived With my uncle fourteen years, now insisted on my taking some refreshment. But I was too much agitated to feel any thing like pleasure in my repast, and what I ate was more to please the faithful old domestic, than from any inclination of my own. When my slight meal was over, I got up and went to the window in a serious and reflecting mood. The afternoon was far advanced, and the scenery without was wrapped in tranquillity. I was soon summoned from my station to the parlour. My uncle had somewhat revived, and his speech had returned. He told us death was making rapid advances, and that we might soon expect the moment of his dissolution. He informed us where we should find his will, and gave us some excellent advice on our future conduct. �8 Some things he requested us to perform, which I thought were a little odd. He wished us to read his will in the room where he was, immediately after he had expired. He desired that he might not he laid out, as it is commonly called, until at least twelve hours after his departure; that his large two armed oaken chair might be placed in all order and solemnity at the head of the table every meal, and that it should remain unoccupied till after his funeral. He also wished to be interred in a very deep grave. All these requests, we promised faithfully to observe, when, after taking an affectinate farewell of each, he quietly resigned himself to his pillow; his breathing became more and more faint, till at last we could perceive it no more. During these transactions my mind was in a state I cannot well describe : my thoughts were all confusion, while at the same time I struggled to be calm and composed. Poignant as were my feelings, I gazed on my dying relative with a sort of apathy and grief, and at the moment when nature was yielding up the contest I could not shed a tear. In a short time all quitted the appartment, and I was left alone. The branches of the huge elm trees, with their thickening foliage, partially screening the window, made it, under such circumstances, �9 awfully gloomy and tranquil. I took several turns about the room, and with a soft step I approached the bed, gazed a moment, turned away, and then going up to the window, strove to divert my thoughts by looking at the surrounding landscape. Twilight was descending, and the sober hues of evening gradually enveloped the lofty hills. No sound struck my ear, except the faint and low murmers of the brook, which brawled down the valley at the bottom of the Flinty Knowe—the shout, softened by distance, of the peasant committing his herds to the pasture—and now and then the solitary barking of a shepherd's dog among the echoing dales, attendant on his master looking out his charge for the night. I had not stood at the casement many minutes when my cousins, all talking in a rude, noisy, and indecorous manner, came into the room with the will, which it seems they had departed in search of the moment the testator had expired. I was a good deal shocked at the frivolity they manifested, and could not help reproving them, though in a mild and gentle manner, for the little respect they paid to the deceased. ' Why ye ken,' said one, 'he tauld us to read the will amaist as soon as he died.''Ay,'cried another, ' and sae in conformity wi' his command, we went straight up the stairs and �10 rummaged o'er his auld kist, till we found it.' ' Mind your ain concerns, gudeman, and we'll mind ours,' rejoined a third, rather gruffly; so that my well meant admonitions had no better effect than to cause me to be more disliked by the party; for I could perceive before this that they looked on me in the light of an unwelcome intruder. The will was now read, to which all paid the greatest attention. A mute anxiety and deep interest sat on every countenance : their aspects was, however, instantly changed into those of intense disappointment and vexation, on hearing that my uncle had made a stranger, whom none of us knew, the heir of all his property, real and personal. For my part, this circumstance did not affect me in the least. I had not had any expectation of inheriting the smallest portion; therefore could not feel disappointed. But with the others it was different; they had clung to him like so many leeches, or like the ivy to the old ruin, and with about as much affection as the two before-mentioned things have for the objects to which they so closely adhere. A most appalling and disgusting scene now took place among the disappointed legacy hunters. They abused the old man in the most shocking terms: they taxed him with injustice and villany, and even proceeded to call down imprecations upon his �11 lifeless corse. I shuddered at the conduct of the unprincipled villains; I trembled at the impiety of men who could, at a time the most solemn and impressive to a human being, act in a manner sufficient to call down upon them immediate and divine vengeance. I was chilled with horror. I almost expected every moment to see the lifeless corse of my uncle start from the bed, on which it lay, to take vengeance on the audacious wretches. Once, indeed, I actually thought I saw his lips quiver with rage—his eyebrows knit together—and all the muscles of his countenance contract into a dreadful frown. I shuddered at the sight, and withdrew my gaze. At length they went into the kitchen, and I was once more left, alone in the chamber of death. I went to the bed-side, and the scene I had just witnessed operated so forcibly tin my feelings, that I burst into tears, and uttered aloud my lamentations overmylifeless relative. When this ebullition had somewhatsubsided,I began to reflect a little where I was, and a sort of timidity came creeping over me. There is an undefinable apprehension which we feel while we are in company with the dead. We imagine, in spite of the efforts of reason, that the departed spirit is hovering near its former tenement, It being now quite dark, and having these �feelings in a strong degree, it is no wonder that I rather preferred the company of the wretches in the kitchen, than to remain long where I was. I accordingly proceeded thither, where I found them all carousing round a large table, on which were placed the fragments of the dinner, and plenty of liquor. I reminded them of our promise to place my uncle's old two armed chair at the head of the table, as he had requested, which they had neglected to do, and which they now strenuously opposed my doing. I was, however, resolutely determined to have it done, and at length succeeded. I then retired to the fireside, where I sat, without taking any part in the conversation, or in any thing that passed during the whole evening. I shall pass over the several succeeding hours, the whole of which they sat drinking, till they were all in a greater or less degree intoxicated, and generally brawling, wrangling, and swearing in a loud and boisterous manner. The night became stormy as it advanced. The wind arose, and at intervals moaned, sighed, and whistled shrilly without, roared in the wide chimney, and as it furiously bent the trees in which the house was embosomed, made a sound similar to the dashing of the waves on the shore of the ocean. The rain fell in torrents, and the �13 large drops pattered against the window with a ceaseless and melancholy cadence. It was now getting nigh the 'witching time of night,' and I saw no signs of the revellers quitting the table. On the contrary, they grew more loud and boisterous. In obedience to their imperious commands, yet evidently with the greatest reluctance, Peggy had kept replenishing the exhausted vessels with more liquor, and their demands increased in proportion to the reluctance with which they were satisfied. At length, however, on receiving an intimation from me that I would interpose, she absolutely refused to draw any more liquor for them, telling them they had plenty, and that it was time to retire to bed. The scene that now ensued was such as is impossible for me to describe; maddened and inflamed with rage at being thus refused, the wretches began to throw the furniture up and down the house, break the glasses and jugs, and to abuse the servant, from whom they attempted to wrest the key of the cellar, yelling out at the same time the most horrid oaths and imprecations. The table was shortly overset, and the lights put out in the scuffle, and in a few moments we should, in all probability, have had blood shed, as I felt myself roused to a pitch of fury, and was advancing with the �14 large heavy headed fire-poker to the assistance of the servant, who was loudly shrieking for help: just then the old clock struck twelve rapid strokes, and the bell had not ceased to vibrate, when we heard three heavy knocks, as if given by a mallet upon the wall, which seperated the kitchen from the parlour where my uncle lay. There appeared to be something supernatural in this. The whole house seemed to shake to its very foundation. A deep silence ensued. I stood still. The wretches instantly became sober. We all gazed earnestly and wildly at the place from whence the noise proceeded. Scarce had we recovered from the shock, when we were again thunderstruck with a noise in the parlour; it was unlike any sound that I had ever heard before. It seemed as if all the furniture in the room was violently crashed together, mingled with the noise of fire-arms. Shrieks and exclamations burst from all. The windows shook and every door of the habitation gave a momentary jar. I trembled with awe. I felt every hair of my head bristling upwards—my knees smote against each other—a deathly paleness sat on every countenance, and all eyes were fixed in an intense gaze on the door, at the upper part of the kitchen, which led to the staircase, buttery, and parlour. When, to complete the horror of the scene, the door burst wide �15 open—dashed against the wall, and in, gliding at a slow pace, came a dreadful apparition. Its countenance was that of death. It seemed to have been long the inhabitant of that dark and narrow house— the grave; the worms had revelled upon its eyes, and left nothing but the orbless sockets. The rest of the skeleton was enveloped in a long and white sheet. The horrid spectre advanced into the middle of the room. I involuntarily shrunk back—the heavy weapon dropped from my hand and rang loudly on the stone floor; overcome with terror, I sank into a chair. A cold sweat broke from my forehead, and I had well nigh fainted on its first appearance; the others had tumbled one over the other, in the greatest horror and confusion, and now lay as if dead in all directions. The spectre gazed wildly round for a moment—at the clock—at the fire—and then turned its eyeless sockets upon each individual, motioning at the same time with its long arm, and pointing to the outer door, seemingly directing to an outlet for an escape, and wishing for their exit. They were not long in obeying this intimation, out severally crawled away on their hands and knees, with all the speed they could possibly make; none of them daring to stand upright. The spectre all the while was �16 standing in the middle of the floor, eyeing, or rather appearing to eye them, through the void sockets, where eyes had once glistened, as they retreated one by one in the greatest fear and trepidation. When Peggy and I offered to decamp along with the rest, the spectre motioned us to remain where we were, and we durst not for our lives disobey. When the last of the crew was making his exit, and had crawled nearly to the door, the spectre, which had hitherto stood motionless, except waving its arm and slowly turning its eyeless countenance on the wretches as they crept successively out of the door, bounded with the rapidity of lightning after the terrified wretch. But swift as the flight of spirits are, in this case that of the mortal was swifter : the fellow gave a thrilling scream—made a convulsive spring—his heels struck violently against the lintel of the door in his course, and he vanished from my sight and the spectre after him. ' Gude defend us,' said Peggy. For my part, ill as I was frightened, I could scarce forbear laughing outright at the last incident so comic and farcical. Half a minute had not elapsed, when I heard a step, and in another instant (I still kept my eyes on the door) in came the very form of my uncle, muttering, ' Villains! Rascals! Hypocrites !' He fastened the door �17 after him, shut out his nephews and the spectre, and then came towards the fire. A t this I was more amazed than ever. He, however, gave me to understand that he was alive and well, and that all I had seen transacted in the afternoon and evening, was nothing but a stratagem he had made use of to try the sincerity of his relations, and if he found them, as he conjectured, false in their professions, to get rid of them. The scheme answered nobly, and, it must be confessed, the stratagem was well planned and exceedingly well executed. My uncle concluded his relation with assuring me, that, excepting a good legacy for his faithful servant Peggy, I should inherit all that he possessed, as some little acknowledgement for the fright he had caused me; and as for the wretches he had expelled from his house, in so singular a manner, they should never more cross the threshold of his door. W e all three now sat down to a little supper, of which my uncle stood in great need, and after taking a cheerful glass retired to bed. Notwithstanding the fatigue of my journey, and sitting up so late, my sleep was far from being sound and refreshing. I was disturbed with fearful dreams the whole night. At length the cocks began to crow —the clouds of the eastern sky to break �18 assunder, and the morning to dawn. When it was tolerably light I started up, resolved on a stroll over the meadows. Before going out, however, I went into the parlour, where I found every thing in the utmost confusion. Chairs, tables, walking-sticks, and logs of wood, lay all over the floor, and every thing upset or in a wrong position. I then proceeded to the outer door, which I opened, but started back in horror, on perceiving a human skull lying on a sheet at my right hand, just without the door. Recovering from my fright, I gathered it up, and could not restrain my laughter, when I discovered it to be nothing more than a mask, representing a death's head. It seems while we were all wrangling the night before, my uncle had stepped out of bed—dressed himself —piled all the furniture, logs of wood and timber, he could in the apartment, in a heap, crowning the pyramid with a dozen or more walking-sticks, which had lain time out of mind on the top of an old cupboard —then gone up stairs and put on the horrid mask—brought down a pistol, and enveloped himself from his feet to his chin, in a clean white sheet; after alarming us, just as the clock struck the awful hour of twelve, by striking three heavy blows against the wall with a huge log of wood, he contrived to tumble down the whole mass of furniture �19 at once—fired his pistol at the same moment, and then burst in upon us in the manner described. I now went out. As I was crossing the yard, I discovered several drops of blood on a stone, which I could no way account for, but by supposing some of my good cousins had received, in their retreat, a fall; and, a little further, I discovered a pair of shoes. A receptacle for the filth of the byre, in another part of the yard, bore evident marks of some one having had therein a severe struggle. Indeed the adventures of the flying heroes had been various and woful; one of them, he at whom the spectre had made such a sudden bound, as I afterwards ascertained, actually ran seven miles without stopping, and with his shrieks, supposing the grim monster close at his heels, almost raised the whole country. I now proceeded onwards over the fields, listening to the warbling lark ' springing blithely up to greet the purpling east.' The air was fresh and pure, and, in the beauties of nature, I awhile forgot the events of the preceding evening. With hasty steps I roved over the faintly recollected scenes, where I had in childhood spent some of my happiest hours, until weary with my rambles I returned to breakfast. �20 OUTWITTING A TAX-GATHERER. SOME writers have stated the number of islands in Strangford Lough to be upwards of two hundred, but it has been ascertained that there are not more than fifty-four. Some are inhabited ; on others cattle of various kinds are kept by the proprietors of the grounds on the opposite shore. Upon one of them there is a very extensive rabbitwarren. The individual who resides on this island had for many years derived a very considerable income from the sale of the rabbit skins, and although he had erected a very good house, he never once dreamed of paying any thing in the shape of excise or taxes. At length, however, a tax-gatherer, who had paid a visit to the houses on the neighbouring shore, beheld with anxious gaze the goodly edifice which presented itself upon the island, and determined upon visiting it in the name of his Majesty. The proprietor of the place, having been in the habit of receiving visits from persons who came to purchase his skins, and supposing the taxman to be one of them, sent off a boat to fetch him to the island. On reaching the place, the man of taxes began to make various enquires as to the time the house had �21 been erected, the number of windows, hearths, &c., it contained: and, having gained the desired information, he immediately demanded, on behalf of his Majesty, a considerable sum, as the amount of taxes and arrears due upon the place. In vain the poor man protested against the proceeding, as an imposition, in vain he contended, that the demand, never having been made before, he had no right to pay it then. The stranger was inexorable, and nothing would satisfy him but the payment of the money down, or, in default thereof, he threatened to return direct, with a party of the army, and lead, drive, and carry away all that he couldfinduponthe island. Atlength,fearing such a catastrophe, and finding every effort to soften the hard heart of the exciseman completely fruitless, the poor man paid down the amount demanded, and got a regular acknowledgement for the same; and the officer, having put the money in his pocket, haughtily desired that he might be put ashore. ' No, no,' said the old man ; 'althoughhis Majesty may compel me to pay taxes, he cannot compel me to keep a boat to row you, and the likes ofyou,back and forward.' After many threats and entreaties, the, islanderatlastconsented,as he had brought his visitorover,togivehim ' a bit of arow'backagain;andboth �getting into the boat, along with a young lad, son to the proprietor, they pulled for some time in the direction of shore. When about midway, however, the islander, quietly laying down his oar, informed the officer, that although he had promised to give him ' a bit of a row,'he had never any intention of taking him the entire way, and that he must now do the best he could, as he was himself obliged to return to the island, or that they would land him on Phaddy Lhug, (a large rock, which was visible at low water, but was many feet beneath the surface at full tide,) from which, if he shouted loud enough, perhaps some of his friends on the shore might hear him, and send a boat to convey him the remainder of the distance. On the other protesting against such conduct, and insisting that they should continue their labour, and take him ashore—the old man, pulling his oar into the boat, and desiring his son to do the same, very drily observed, that if the gentleman did not wish to quit the boat, they would not insist upon his doing so, as they ' could swim like two water dogs, and thus easily regain the island; but that if he chose to pay him for it, he would willingly land him at any place he wished. Finding himself outwitted by the islanders, the officer deemed it the more advisable way to accede to the terms proposed—when, to his �23 astonishment, he found that the demand was nothing less than the entire amount he had received for the taxes, together with a receipt for those of the following year, and a special engagement, that he would never again return to that island to demand taxes on excise. Hard as the terms were, he was at length compelled to accede to them, rather than take on a tide which, at the time, was running at the rate of nine mites an hour, the alternative of being left to drift out to sea in an open boat, with scarcely a hope of relief from any quarter. It is scarcely necessary to observe, that having paid back the money, and giving the required receipt, the crestfallentaxmanwas put safely ashore, and never again visited the island, or trusted himself in company with so tricky a customer as the old dealer in rabbit skins. SCARLET DISCOVERED. A Highlander entered a haberdasher's shop in Perth, and asked for a piece of scarlet cloth to make him a waistcoat. The rustic manner of the Gael set some young women who were at the counter a-giggling; and the shopman, willing to afford them sport, began to play off his small wit upon the �24 stranger. " So, goodman, ye want a piece of scarlet ? Would you know scarlet if you saw it?" " I tink I would," replied the mountaineer. The shopman threw down a piece of blue cloth: " Is that scarlet ?" " Hout no, no! that no be it." A piece of green cloth was produced; the same question was repeated, and received a similar answer to the great amusement of the querist and his female friends, who were at no pains to conceal their mirth. The Highlander took revenge in his own way ; He put his nose to the cloth, and affected to judge of the colour by the smell. The shopman, at request, did the same; but the instant he bent his nose towards the counter, the Highlander seized him by the ears, and made his nasal protuberance come, in such violent contact with the boards, that the blood sprung from it " Tat," said the Highlander, " i s ta colour o', scarlet tae ye noo, lad;" and he walked away. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5f93b7a2701fc16b147fb28c25a60766.jpg 16b01e124a931a6ad032976f2674b360 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 portraying outdoor scene with man in boat in foreground and village in background; a basket and anchor on path leading to village 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 027: Title-page illustration of a man in a small boat. A village can be seen in the background. 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 Ghost of My Uncle. To which is added, the Outwitted Tax-Gatherer. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Outwitted Tax-Gatherer 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/alma9934228043505154">s0585b34</a> Description An account of the resource 25 printed at the foot of the 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 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource ca.1840-1850? 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 Type The nature or genre of the resource supernatural & ghost stories Architecture: city view Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: supernatural Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Gender: man/men Object: anchor(s) Object: basket(s) Outdoor Scene Transportation: ship/boat(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/029650cfcfb7248d63e8dadc599f9d08.pdf c6d3eb63a02feb0189975efe547d581e PDF Text Text T H E G I P S Y A T H E On earthy 'There ; AND o'er hill But heavn 4 BALLAD. F A I R / , alas! L A S S T H I E F . and dale I have no is the poor Gipfy 'The Gipfy9 s father is her roa,w, abode, s home% GOD. GLASGOW: P R I N T E D FOR AND SOLD BY Brafh & a Rcid. �T f SOW T H E G I P S Y A LASS: BALLAD. I. I SING of a poor Gipfy lafs, Myfelf the theme of mine own fong* And when I through the village pafs, Around the lads and lafles throng, II. T o hear me in the pale moon light, Relate the ftormy life I've led, And aik a lodging for the night, T o a poorj friendlefs, Gipfy maid. III. T h e eve is cold, the way is drear, And muft I climb the mountain fteeps Perhaps > -when my fad tale you hear, You will for the poor Gipfy weep. �( 3 ) IV. I am a girl of brifk fixteen, W i t h ruddy lips, and auburn hair, M y little hat beneath my chin Is knotted with a carelefs air. V. M y lips, that like the rofe-buds blow, N o lover's kiiTes ever knew, My bofom's white as wreaths of fnow, And melts, alas! as quickly too. VI. Such is the image oft I've feen, Inverted in the placid rill, And with quick ftep I pace the green, O r wander o'er the rocky hill. VII. M y father was a foldier bold, W h o in a battle loft his leg, But poor, neglected, lame, and old, W a s fere'd by cruel ftars to beg. VIII. M y mother was his faithful wife, And I the fruit of all their love; A h ! doem'd to know the ills of life Before I could its pleafures prove. �( 4 ) IX.. M y mother died, I a poor child, W a s left by my old father's fide, T o go with him o'er hill and wild, And crave a boon too oft deny'd. X. One wint'ry night while fail asleep, I on his tender breaft was laid, He died—then thou wert left to weep, Without a friend, poor Gipfy maid. XI. N o w am I a poor Gipfy lafs, W i t h not one heart to bleed for me, And many a frightful night I pafs, And many a weary day I fee. XII. O f t brufli I o'er the thick night dew, Where dwarfifh fays are wont to Ikim, ' Or in the heath-bells flower-cup blue, T h e y fwift acrofs the runlet fwim. XIII. In lonely rills by the moon's beam, They oft like water-fpiders play, Quick round the filver curling llream, Where dancing bubbles kifs the ray. �( 5 ) XIY. W h e n playful in the valley damp, 1 Delights the Will-o'-wifp to dance. And oft the Water-wrath's pale lamp, O'er the dank pool is feen to glance. XV. Full many a dreary winter's night, Amid the tracklefs fnow I tread, T o reach fome cheerful cottage light, Far glimmering thro' the nightly lhade. XVI. -V And many a bitter ftorm I brave, W i t h naked feet and bofom bare, Alas! nor fhade, nor cot I have, T o fnield me from the piercing air. XVII. W h e n wand'ring o'er the mountain drear, Cold and incrufted o'er with fnow, W h o knows the many ills I bear? W h a t heart bleeds for the Gipfy's wo? XVIII. Thrice bleft! who the long winter's eve, Sit round the focial blazing fire, And hear the tempefts idly rave, Who hear, but never feel their ire. �( 6 ) XIX. But I mull pace the midnight gloomy O f t fpurn'd from every cot and Ihade, In the wide world there is no room, Where I may reft my weary head. XX. W h e n thro* the window oft I've fpied, T h e blaze ftiine on each face fo gay, I've fhed a tear, and fhook my head, Thought my fate hard, and march'd away. XXL M y beverage is the brook ferene, Unheeded, wand'ring fad like me, And oft my bed the dewy green, Beneath fome charitable tree. XXII. For me no tear was ever flied, Friends have I none of human kind, But GOD cares for the Gipfey maid, And fhields her from the piercing wind. XXIII. GOD gives the bitter with the fweet, He gives no rofe without a thorn, 'Tis thus for heaven he makes us meet, W h e n we the ill have bravely borne, �( 7 ) XXIV. For trueft virtue is difplay'd, W h e n ills are to the virtuous given, T h e glow-worm twinkles in the fhade^ And night reveals the ftars of heav'n. XXV. O n earth, o'er hill and dale I roam, There I, alas! have no abode, But heav'n is the poor Gip'fy's home, T h e Gipfy's father is her GOD. THE FAIR THIEF. — — 1 TELL, with equal truth and grief, T h a t little Kate's an arrant thief; Before the urchin well could go, She ftole the whitenefs of the fnow; And more—that whitenefs to adorn, She ftole the blufhes of the morn; Stole all the foftnefs JEther pours On primrofe buds, in vernal fhow'rs. There's no-repeating all her wiles: She flcle the Grace's winning fmiles; �f "-VX II ( ) 'Twas quickly feen fhe robb'd the Iky, T o plant a ftar in either eye; She pilfer'd orient pearl for teeth, And ftole the cow's ambrofial breath ; T h e cherry, fteep'd in morning dew, Gave moifture to her lips, and hue. Thefe were her infant fpoils; a ftore T o which, in time, fhe added more: At twelve flie ftole from Cyprus' Queen Her air and love-commanding mien; Stole Juno's dignity; and ftole, From Pallas, fenfe to charm the foul; She fung—amaz'd the Syrens heard, And to affert their voice appear'd; She play'd—the mufes from their hill W o n d e r ' d who thus had Hole their fkill; Apollo's wit was next her prey, And then the beams that light the day; While Jove, her pilfering thefts to crown, Pronounc'd thefe beauties all her own, Pardon'd her crimes, and prais'd her art; And t'other day fhe ftole—my heart. i f i 8 Cupid! if lovers are thy care, Revenge thy votary on the fair; Do juftice on her ftolen charms, And let her prifqn be—my arms. m � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/be18897750b44bfb215152a7f2e1ed52.jpg f64e5f6cbf7ea048d201c7bb2db744f9 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. 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Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120 Ext. 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed and sold by Brash & Reid https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/82eb57c7b64dca8321f7d0cbdf5adfee.pdf 6d301de854854254403f9f8ddc192534 PDF Text Text T H E GOLDEN DAYS OF G O O D 7 ' '- Q J J E E N \ " '-i , ' B E S S , . A 1,' I ' TO W H I C H ARE 5 D D 5 D , A Sequel to tht favourite Song of good Q^Befs* O THE GOLDEN DAYS WE now POSSESS, �( * ) The Golden Days of Good Queen Bcfs* T O my mufe give attention, and deem it not a myftery, If we jumble together mufic, poetry, andhiftory: The times to difpiay in . the days of Queen Befs, Sir, Whofe name and whofe mem'ry pofterity may blefs Sir, O the golden days of good Queen Befs; Merry be the memory of good Queen Befs* Then we laugh'd at the bugbears of Dons and Armadas* With their gunpowder puffs, add their bluftering bravadoes ; For we knew how to manage both the mufket and the bow* Sir, And cou*d bring down a Spaniard juft as eafy as a crow, Sir, O the, &ci Then our ftreets Were unpav'd, and our bouies were tbatch'd, Sir, Our windows w£re iattie'd, and our doors only laidi'd* Sir; Yet ro few were the folks that would plunder and rob, Sir, That the Hangman was fiarving for want of a job, Sir. O the, &c# �C 3 ) Then our Ladies with large ruffs tied round about the neck faft, Would gobble up a pound of heef-ftakes for their breakfafl:; While a clofe quil'd-up coif their noddies juft did fit, Sir, And they trufs'd up as ti^ht as a rabbit for the fpit Sir. O the golden, &Ca Then jerkins, and doublets, and Yellow worded hofe, ^ir, With a huge pair of whilkers. was the drefs of our beaux, Smt Strong beer they preferred to claret- or to hock,, Sir; And no poultry they prized like the wing of an ox, Sir. O the, Good neighbourhood then was as plenty too as beef, Sir ; And the pooreft from the rich never wanted relief Sir : While merry, went the mill-clack, the ihuttle and the plow. Sir, And bonelt people could live by the fweet of their brow, Sir. O the, Then football, and wreftling. and pitching of the bar. Sir, Were preferr'd to a flute, to a fiddle, or guitar,'Sir : And lor jaunting, and junketting^ the favourite regale, Sir, �( 4 3 Was a walk as far as Chelfea, to demolilh buns and ale, Sir. O the* &<:• Then the folks ev*ry Sunday went twice at leaft to churchy Sir, And never itft xh? Parfon, or his ierrnon in the larch Sir ; For they judg'd that the Sabbath was for people to be good in >ir; And they thought it Sabb^th-brfcaking . if they din'd without a pudding, Sir, |Then our great mea were good. and our good rnen were great. Sir* And the props of the nation were t ihe pillars of the (late, Sir ; Fo/ the fovereign and the fubje^t one intereff iupported, An4 oar powerful alliance by ail pdw'rs then was courted,. O the, iT-ben the High and Mighty States, tp their everlafting ftain, Sir, By Britons were relieved from the gaUing yoke of Spain, Sir } And the roufed Bririfh Lion,. • had all Europe then cojpbinM, Sir, UndifmayM would have fcatter'd them, like chaff before the wind, Sir. 0 the, &c# [Thus they ate, and they drank, and'they work'd, and they play'd, Sir, Of their friends were not atha rued, no? of enemies afraid, Sir; �< 5 ) And Httle, Httle did they think, when this ground they flood on, Sir, •To be fo near drawn to the life, now they're all dead and gone, Sir* &c* T h e Gqld3N. D a y s W s now Possess. A Sequel to the favourite Song of good Q^13efsr N the praife of Queen B E S S , lofty fongs have been fung, Sir 5 And her fame has been echo'd by old and by young: iir ; But from times that are pafs'd, we'll for once turn our eyes, Sir* Af tht tiujes we enjoy, 'tis but wifdom to prize. Sir* CHORUS j That whatever were the days of good Q. Befs3 Let us praile the goldtn days we now poflefs* Without armies to combat, or * armadas to withftand, Siry Our foes at our feet, and the fword in our hand, Sir -f Lafting peace we fecure, while we're Lords of the feas, Sir, And our flout wooden walls* are our fure guarantees* Sir. CHORUS. Such are the golden days we now poffefs* Whatever were tUe days of g o c d Q ; Befa. I �C 6 ) No Bigots rule the roaft, now, with persecution dire, Sir, Burning zeal now no more heaps the faggot on the fire, Sir : No Biihop now can boil a poor Jew like a Pigeon, Sir ; Nor barbacue a Pagan, like a a Pig*. for Religion, Sir. Such are^ &c. Now, no legendary faint, robs the lab'rer of one day, Sir, Except now and then, when he celebrates St. Monday, Sir : And good folks, ev'ry Sabbath, keep church without a pother, Sir,. By walking in at one door, and Healing out at t'other, Sir. Such, StC* Then for drefs—modern Belles bear, the bell beyond compare, Sir, Though farthingales and ruffs, ro*c got rather out of wear, Sir ; But when trufs'd up like pullets, whether fat, lean, or plump, Sir, *Tis no matter, fo they have got, but a merrythought and rump, Sir. Suchs&c» ' Such promontaries, fure, may be fty*ld inacecflibles*, As our fmall clothes, by Prudes, are pronoune'd incspreffihles j And the tafte of cur Beaux won*! • admit of difpute, Sir, �X 7> When they ride in their flippers, and walk about in boots, Sir, Sueh, &c# Our language is re%i*c! too, from what 'twas of yore* Sir, As a flioe firing's the dandy, and buckles quite a bore, Sir; And if rais'd from the dead, it wou'd fure poze the noddle* Sir, Of a Shakefpere, to tell what's the Tippy or the Twaddle, Sir, Scci Then for props of the fiate, what can equal in ftory Sir ? Thofe two ftately pillars, call'di a Whig and a Tory, Sir, Though by fhifting their ground, they fometimes get fo wrong? Sir, They forget to which fide of the houfe they belong. Sir. Such are, &c* Biit as props of their ftrengthj and uprightnefs may boaft, Sir, Whilft the proudeft of pillars may be (hook by a port, Mr j May the firm friends of freedom her bit flings inherit, Sir. ' And her foes he^advane'd -to the poft which they itieriL Sir. Then flrJl the golden days we now pofibfs, Far lurpa&the boafted days of good Befs And us the name of Bruniv^ick, ctaims duty, love and awe, Sir, �( $ ) £ar beyond a Flantagcnet, a Tudor or liaffau, Sir j Let the leeptre be fway'd by * the fon or the fire, Sir, May their race rule this land till the £lohe is on fire, Sir ; And may their future days, in'glory Srfuccefs, Far furpafs the golden days we now poffelW mmrnm ^^ssiB^^^ SYLVIA'S MARRIAGE. Y L V I A was tender, foft and young, the wonder of the plain; The theme of every {hepherd's fong, and author of his paiiu To gaze on her, each amorous boy, would wafte the live long day; Let wolves his helplefs Iambs defiroy, and flocks unheaded dray; But Sylvia, rafli, unthinking maid, % . too fondly turnfd a wife ; Let all her blooming beauties fade, and loft the fweets of life. So on the tree the blooming rofe, charms all beholding eyes, But pluck'd and torn from whence it grc^rs* it withers, faints, and dies> S G L A S G O W , Printed by J* & M. Koberuon* S|ltmarket. i8os* � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/7ae76e7428514fbc79492a52d51d15b4.jpg 40eafac0c67303714b39126d09315422 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. 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Title A name given to the resource The golden days of good Queen Bess. To which is added, A sequel to the favourite song of good Q Bess. Or the golden days we now possess. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Stirling Elizabeth I, Queen of England, 1533-1603. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1806 Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923323853505154">s0407b44</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. A sequel to the favourite song of good Q Bess. The golden days we now possess Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of portrait of a Queen 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 Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 17 cm 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 Stirling: Printed by C. Rendall https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/9534a2cbcdd8547b73af8c7412e46365.jpg 738fb2c2f4282daa77b1820d185c2c7c Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3308 Width 1891 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/c5e18c3dc742b3af97cab0981003f06e.pdf 29e7446270940f1c15c1d33e2d97d0cc PDF Text Text �T h e EWJE'wP the C R O O K E D H O R $ . Were I zbh to refeearfe, My ewie's pratfe In proper ?erfe j ' F-d Icnni it ant ES fond and fierce? ' As" ever pipers drone could biaw« , C H 0 R U S» The ewie the crooked horn* Wha .had kent her, eouM ha iwo:n f Sic a ewie ne'er was bom, Hereabout aor far awa% - She never needed t$r nor keiS, T o mark her upo hip or heel, Her crooked horn did as weeL So ken her by zmof them a*. the, cte. Sue never threatened f o b nor rot, -But keepit ay her am jogtrot*,, Both to the fan! J and to the cot. Was atver fweer t > lead or ca*. dHCauld nor hunger never dang her, 7 Wind nor ram could utvtr wrung her, Anes ihe lay an otvk arid langer Forth anesfth a wreath of fnaw. etc. When ither ewieS lap the dyke, And eat the kail for a* the tyke, .My ewie never play'd the like, ..But tces'd about the barn wa\ &c# �V o * A better nor a thriftier beafc, Nae hoacft man con'A wed hae mfts For filly thingfl^tenever mift. To hae ilk year a faub cr twa. the*. etcf The firft fhe had I gas to jock, To he to him a kind o f ftock, And now tht laddie has a fl?ck, Of tiiair than thirty head and t*a s &c» I looked ay at een for her, Left mifhanter ihouM come o'er her, Or the fomart might devour her* if the bcafty bade awaV the/etc* The ewie wi* the croaked horn, Well dcfervcd baiih garfe and corn, Sic a ewie ne'er was bora, Hereabout nor far awa\ the, &c® Yet iaft owk for a* my keeping, Wha cart fpeak it without weeping f A villain came t?hen t was fleeping, And iiaw my ewie, horn and a\ etc« ' 1 fought her fair upo* the morn, And down btnesth a bufhy thorn, ' I goLmy crooked horn, But n:y ewie was awa*. • t|ie, But an I had the lawn that, did ir, J have {worn as we!! as- faid it, Though a* the world had forbid it* \ I fiiou'3 gi*e his-neck a tUraw. the* etc,' I nfver met As fV?% (inzt fic £ turn • ! was'boyu* �, • C 4 ) , My ewie wi* the crooked horn, • Silly ewie ftowri aw a*. the, etc* O had {he die*! of q o a k or cauld ^ ' As ewits die jfhen they grow a\i!J, . It wadna beeri by mony f&rl^ , Sue fair a heart to natic a\ th^, tie* N >j For a' the claith'ihr.t we ha V worn, Fitac* her and her's foe aflep iliora . 'The lofs of her we cou'd ha* bore,. ' -Had fair lirae death ta'ea her a\va% L - But this poor thing to hie her life, > 'Aneath. a greedy viiiamVknife, i\n rral y fcarM that our guidwife. Sail never wia a' oan't ava» the, etc® t : OVii ye bards terv-'th Kipghorn, . Ca* af your onvfcs up and mourn, ' Our ewie m ' th£ eropked horn, ^ Is fiawji frae us and. feiPd ai-rd a f &c* ' • 3 v V t V AND. $ M R; X\ • c If • '# O heal a can d a bee had made, upon my' Kitty's face* Epjicy i*pen the pi «ce fee hid, and bade me kifs the -friacc. T B^aVcT'f oJicy'd, aadfrom the wound, iaibifahd bp.Ui i'ieerarill fnrart j •The horxyon, my lips I found, • -\the iU-g within j y k&tf. / if i �m THE > AJ L O R > 5 IN t|s W £ 3 T. \ he vhs neither rich nor poor, W^enafl his gold were g^ae nM fpc.dt, he 9 J coldly J go to fca lor more* His father being Safely ttefd* he lovM his mother as his Vth9 He did maimamjier gallantly^ this lovely -youth ho had no v>ife» 0 he was neither rich nor poor,* but ftiii kept company of t f e befl, * A briik young widow hom the ..more*-; theft words to him {he did txpref^ Young man I am in love with you, I never was the like before, An i if you let my love pais by, V*n lure that i for you malt die® 1 have fi^e (hips upon the Tea*, and they dre .loaded to the brim, I am fo deep in love mih you, 1 care not.whether they link or fwha. God bled you %pA your i'hips, he fai !, • and'all the men that *rt on board, May God in heaven be their guide, ' whether they fiii by wind or tide® A eiiain of gold Jove I give thee, ana round your acck pray let it he* �{ 6 ) And. every time yen; look an tfyat, think how you Hole away my heart. T H £ P I G E O m H Y tarries my love ? W Ah! whoitf does he rove My love is long abferit from ibe Come hither my dove* I'll write to my Jove* And fend him a letter by thee. T o hiin fwiftly fly, The letter mi tie' Secure to thy leg with a filing $ Ah not to my leg, Fair •'Lady, 1 beg, BtU fallen it under my wing* Her dove flic did deck, She drew o'er his neck* A bell and a collar"fo gay, She ty'd to his wing The fcroll with a fliing, Then kifs'd him and lent him av/ay. It blew and it ratn'd* T h e pigeon difdaiaM To fsek fhelter, undaunted he fbw, Till wet was his wing, , * • And painful the firings . So lieavy the letter it �( 7 ) ' He flew all round •Till CJoftn he found, Then ifercb/d on his hand with the prize, Whofe heart while hn reads. With tendernefs bleeds* For the Pigeon that flutters and dies. THE B I R D . A M E W - S O N G . ^ p H £ bird that hears her nettling feng, A and fiiee J road for food* Returns impatient through the Iky, to nurfc her called brooch The tender mother knows no joy, but bodes a thoufand harms, And fickens for the darling boy, while abfcnt fr.ra her arms. Such fondoefs with impatience join'd, my faithful bofom fire, Nor forc'd to 'feave my fair behind, the Q^ieen of my defires. The powers of verfe too languid prov*^ v'b fimiles are vain, To iljew how ardently I Ioves or to relieve my pain* The faint with ardent -zeal infpir'J^ for heaven and joys divine, The faint is not with rapture fh:\L more- pure, more warm than mins.,I take what liberty I d:ire% ^ 'twere impious to fay mere ; �x 8 v - ; Cctivlcy.iTry4orpii?jrs to ,*he fair, , tfc* Gojjdeis f -adore. THE \ t Z L 0"V K R ' S CHAIN, fa;r of ev^ry'chsrm, ' to r?*}i;vafe w!1!. *. \Yho1> ftrrJes can rz^t itfdf tjifarm, w».ofr frowns itMf can kHi : Say. \yi!t.vou dan the vcr/'^to hear, - v^en* * beaVs'no p^rt, An honed verfe that flows fiticcrt, and c?;:cIour from my'hqart. Or.eat is thy r a w r h^t greater yet, trarkmd it vmh fct en^rr?, If. a? all can roake'? m*>5 ' yeval! could, mike a rage : Each n W f h a th^iifand hearts might gain, for to beauty blind-? But to what end a prifoner roaae, uintk ye have ft*vngth to bind Attend the ccun'cV! of*en to!d,«. • > % loo often tokl m vaia ; Learn tbc be ft art, \}ya hrart to bold, and lorli th<* loves chain, 'Gar:/flers to little purpofe vwff., ;vdio lofo again as (aft *Tk beauty inalcfs the charms e^fnare, and fwertnefs. Makes it laft ,,. n . • • i m j B • i ^ t i . m m ««• Glasgow, Fruited by, j• & IC Rcbertfon, Saltmarkec. ffcoa- � 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 Goodman's Grief for the Ewie wi the Crooked Horn. To which are added, Sweet and Smart. The Sailor in the West. The Pigeon on an errand. The Bird. A New Song. The Lover's Chain. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1802 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923324093505154">s0407b30</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Sweet and Smart. The Sailor in the West. The Pigeon on an errand. The Bird. A New Song. The Lover's Chain. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a herder with two sheep and a cow on the title-page. Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks&nbsp;</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland</a> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/6c5d4adb018df3335aad2630bdd53ee8.pdf d7419c3b0262e3d6e9455b5a0dcfffbf PDF Text Text m Hunt from M o I c q w ^ T o the Ga r es of Paris/ Tun s \ e — ' T h e Reek y fecv />/c/W<r ifaw, TO WHICH IS ADD D, THE GIRL I AX)On% * \ S Low down in tlie^ftroom, CORN RIGS ARE B O N N y AND THK Bonny Lais of Cakier Braes. * Vr V �a n d / y ' c o r s i c a n 7 x r — - l b - Rxl'U i i u x t . gc ^ Ifyjs U n d e r f i l l hirrt\ and Kow t have laid flown tlttiuhjr ft. and "drawn cut the plan, How BuNt V, t ^ p p r o u d frnle (*of/ican ran At M ofoow, he t r y ' J for t h e winning o'tSaid BO.VFT to great T a l l y r a n d , Y o u MUFT know, 4 * rnv hvord, I wiJJ maXc a beginning o ' t ; M t h r e e i:\irdred thonfnnd. ftiall £ d , T " complete the granu ficge at tlic winning o ' t . " T t i e f l y Ji'ile dftg. to i umpug the F r c r c h nation, SuMitfr&'irorn-the tfctorit he made tlt'w oration, )n at ciert$ Mofcow iik troop, he wc ivki flation, A n o rrmrp; M ior t h e fpoi! at {he w i o m n g o ' t . T h e RuffiftfrJ bUck ni' u n t a m t appear'd in t h d r r i c t i r T h e piace to make a beginning o't Arrtlthev tl < uji»t on ti c c i t \ , a> near it they drew, T o plunder and I v b at the wini i n g o't : Htt'^buive -\U-xander. friend a r d Mir allv t ft-, aUii f f.f TWu.r. or c( ui» felloi ! /i.r.v, with b s armj;. to glv* tj.ftn a tally* j And die or l i v c f i e e at the winnii>g o]jt. T l *e jC-H^r^i nramird doublr (luges each day; hnfic fot ttic o c, ; S ' g i t n l was .drew-up J<a f<'fCcs in brittle array, F! rV.ajii.on in front n l^c^ini o'l: r'ITcu t);c prxjitf l i r j c Cortical) ftagpers and rctls, Vfigt fegr.hi* l e a n it iin>k cuWn to his hecJf, A n d g^ent i> tile g r i d trr I he i ' / l ^ s hr. k e i f . / VM-eniti >hi*'k<-6n JIoioow ti t w i n n i n - • ' �<l J; BMh cellars and fliop*, each fteeplVfc^d ij u j j T o end every thought of th \vinn,ij\; ;>Y, N o lodgings were there, the whole was c \ f u c , T h e i\ufluns msdc a b?ginui'i£<o't^, N o w poo: little RONEY wa* firing with~fiii^ri \ W h e n the flames from the city began to a r fc, ' \ And columns of fmoSe did darken the (hies I Thei> he beat a retreat tor the running o*t« Alexander. ftfe C ' 4 i c k % Dan Cjffacks. arid all Prepared for the hunt and tiie canning o L f SLberia's bold chief? foort at liis call,; And ftarted tne race and the h i n t i n g This wonderful hunting began at Mpfcow,' Tiiey hU'Vttd him on over mountains of fnoAt; . T h e Gofiacks, I ) j n Coflacki. a; running ne'er (I >w# Follow'd up the grand chafc at the hunting o ' t . ' , ' Then IVufiia a n d Swrdaa took Dure in the l.unty * Alexander fir A n u d e a ^ e g i p q t n g 0%l : Like a pig in the gutter p & r friVfcY did g t u n t , A t he ran from M o f o w at iha winning «>V G r e a t mountain* of fncrw; b l o v a up bv the wind, For (h titer a tins (oKCJuld not lind, T n e P r u f l h n s in front, andYhe Coliack behind, M-ide him curfe all bispttins, and the winning m'L L o r d Wellington hunted K i n g Jnfeph from S p a n * l i e loft ms fine crown at the winning o ' t ; N o w &ott&¥ is f&mted ip Pan* again, 1 So greet was the race ut.U»c running ,<»!t» Muni up, C>na of f r e e d o m , n o r dread BonxyV frrown; Hut hunt him, aftd hunt him and n u k e him lie doWn w Force him to for render both kmgdo'm eiown, Tlicr (^oriow the ciUi o £ l i e hunting oT 1 �T H E GIRL I ApORK. VVmis fairies trip round the gay greert, And all nature feems funk into f e l l ; Thr.i' valKys 1 wander uni^et:, Mv heart u ah fad f»rr»»w • pprefl: There < It fay the murmuring flream:, F.ur Eleanor's lofs I d-plope ; As al nc by the too nV f i v e r beams, I fi^h ' f t r l h e girl 1 adore. When rrjyfl cks warder o'erlhe wide pla T f«»nv 'hi k t t ••f vvo( dbine I r ve T h e r e l i t fiv 1 tune f me foft firain, O; fing i i th the praife « f my 1 ve. Wl»erc d< es my fa r Elcari r1lra\ ? Mui< I ne'er fee iny n\mph any ruore Tim* ciillracied I m urn the 1 ng day* And figh f. r the girl I ail re. W h e n firft 1 beheld the fweet maid, morn-light ah-ne in the vale; VF*r. Sxy-pi the village we f t r a j ' d , W h e r e t tefinerly told my f ' f t tile. How U'r g riiUft I wander fori rn ? Ah ! when Will n y fotrows be o'er Such grie r it can never be born 1 I Hgh foe the girl I ad :rc. �LOW DOWN itf Tilt aiiOOV \ Alv da3dy h a canker'J carle/ \ hsHl u ^tvvirt \vV his g e a r : M y minny is a fcoldin^ wife, hauds a* the houfe a-lleer: ^ But let them f j y f or let them ii's a' aue t.> rile; F >r he's law d Avn in the broom, that's waring on m e ; Waiting>on me, my h v e , waiting < n m e ; > F r he's 1 wr d vurn, he's in the broofci, that's waiting on me. M y aunty Kate fits at her wheel* and fair ihe lightfics me; l i j t weel I ken it's a' envy, for ne'er a j e h i s But let them fay, M y coufin M e g was fair beguile wi> J«»hnnie in the glen; And ay fince fyne Ihe cries, Beware of falfe deluding men. But let thsn; lay, ^ �(£ ) Glse"^ Saody*he came waft lafl night, arid fpeer'd whan I faw Pate ? ay fuice-fyne the neighbours round jeer me air and late. let them fay, or let them do, it's a' ane to m e ; For I'll gae to the bonny lad, that's waiting on me. Waiting on me, my love ; he's waiting on m e : For he's low down in the broom* that's waiting eta me. 4* MY Patie ]3 a W e r gay, t his mind is never muddy t breath is fweeter than new hay, hi: face is fair and ruddy: Mis lhape istbandfonie, middle fat: tb hsar Iiim tt'king- �Lad night I mef where yellow co^u 'was T h e r e moiiy a kind!yV>vcrd that fet my heart \ IL* kifs'd, and vow'd he wa > m • he lo'ed me beft of ony \ '• < T h a t gars me like to fing fiafyrtt\ O corn rigs are b^nny. Let laffss of a filly mind refute what mailt they're w a n t i n g Since we for yielding were defigxi'd, we chaftly ( h o u t d be g r a n t i n g . T h e n I'll comptr, and marry Pale, and fyne my .cockern <nv H t ' s free to touz'e air or laf-, where corn-rig3 are b- nny; -f < > X O ^ < > ^ <> ~ <> Tiin Bonny Lass ot Cnkler Braes» T tf a oft a n - ft 'dtcr. W i n s cares were few, Zi life was youtg, On C.ilder'3 braes I d ;ncM and UiJpiin'd by keen remorfe's d re, J y fl w'd f p ntane« us fr 01: my heart ; crown the 1 af>py mundane icentY I luv'd—apr oid 1 love in ya«n ; �I! my a t t f e f f Uys,' r lafs of Calder-braes, happy days, your lofs I n r u r n . rc gone, a h ! never tJ r:rurn : 's ignis fatu's glare, rm'd my blifs to black defpair ? he p mp of war, and pride of arms, Appeared with fuch refilllefs charms, 1 left, t i face my country's fae:, AI v weeping maid on Galder-braes. In m a r i u l cnrfl'£1 firft I fli >ne, climes bel tae burning zone ; neath S-ringapitam's wall, faw the tyrant Sultan's f a l l : .midlt the carnage of the day, There dead and dying round me lay, 'MiJIt canitrons' roar, & Hehtnin^'s b!ane> I thought on peaceful Calder's braes. Willi laurels' crown'd, with wealth arg I f ught my native (hade, (ray'd, h pes. mry lorg-loft love t • meet, * And lay my laurels at her feet; w her mure, tf{ blifs are o'er: lure's now-to gsze on Calder-Draes. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/6134d133b8a2d20f870a1b6b3a35ab20.jpg df0b58fd2984f812571c71c25fbd701c Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3663 Width 2166 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 grand Corsican hunt from Moscow to the gates of Paris. Tune - The Rock &amp; wee pickle Tow. To which is added, The girl I adore, Low down in the broom, Corn rigs are bonny, and The bonny lass of Calder braes. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scottish-Falkirk Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1814 Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923324513505154">s0407b02</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The girl I adore Low down in the broom Corn rigs are bonny The bonny lass of Calder braes Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of man riding horse (moving right) on 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. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Falkirk: Printed by T. Johnston https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/fef338c81b0dad7afc230b66cd6895a8.jpg 55e2e83f75fa6c2cbbf7c4426d458dd8 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3136 Width 1960 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Illustration on title page of a tall ship at sea https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/e1bc21e9daec8f0e978a1b8a80c667e4.pdf 55fe19c8f1c961367cf71eea4a4237b4 PDF Text Text THE OREENOCK R A I L W A Y . THE SNOW-DROP. 0 W H A T W I L L A ' T H E L A D S DO. ALL'S WELL. A MAN WITHOUT A WIFE, GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS, • 35, �SONGS. THE GREENOCK RAILWAY. Twas on a Monday morning soon, As I lay snoring at Dunoon, Breaming of wonders in the moon, I nearly lost the Railway. So up I got, put on my clothes, And felt, as you may well suppose, Of sleep I scarce had half a dose, Which made my yawns as round as O's No matter, on went hat and coat, A cup of coffee, boiling hot, I pour'd like lava down my throat, In haste to catch the Railway. Racing, chasing to the shore, Those who fled from every door, There never was such haste before To catch the Greenock Railway. The steam was up, the wind was high, A dark cloud scour'd across the sky ; The quarter-deck was scarcely dry Of the boat that meets the Railway. Yet thick as sheep in market pen, Stood all the Sunday-watering men, Like growling lions in a den, With faces inches five by ten; �It Some were hurrying to and fro, Others were sick, and crying, oh! Whose wooden peg's that on my toe, In the boat that meets the Railway. Rushing, crushing up and down, Tipping the cash to Captain B-— 0 what a hurry to get to town Upon the morning Railway. I * When arriv'd at Greenock quay, What confusion—only see— Each selfish wight does quickly flee In hopes to catch the Railway. High and low, and thick and thin, Trying who the race shall win, Creaking boots, and hob-nail'd shoon, All determined to get in ; People laughing at the shore, Merchants smiling at each door ; Those running who ne'er ran before, And all to catch the Railway. Fleet through Greenocks narrow lanes Over mud, and dubs, and stanes, Careless o' their boots and banes, And all to catch the Railway. H ill J fv H I * t See the rear-guard far behind, Out of temper, out of wind, Out of patience, out of mind, For fear they lose the Railway, Last comes old Fatsides with his wife, Waging a real hot-mutton strife; v ^ | ) SLJ �4 - " Such scenes in Scotland sure are rife; I'm weary hot, upon my life V " Alack! there'll be ho room for us ; Let's get into the homnibus." " O pray, my dear! don't male such fuss, If we should lose the Railway." Blowing, glowing all the way, Crying upon the train to stay ; We'll never get to town to-day, Upon thp morning Railway. Now the crowded Station gairi'd, Rain-bedrench'd and niud-bestain'd, Melting-brow'd and asthma-painM, Hurrying to the Railway. A boat has ju«t arriv'd before, Which later left a nearer shore, And fills afull-siz'd train and more, Which is a most confounded bore ; But coach to coach are quickly join'dWhich surely is surpassing kind ; And off we fly as fleet as wind, Upon the Greenock Railway. Thus the sports of railway speed, Nought «0n earth can now exceed, Except my song, which all must read, About the Greenock Railway. The moral of my song I ad<i, To make you married ladies glad, Who lately were a little sad— Before the Greenock Railway. �5 So now dispel each moping frown, And don your most attractive gown ; Your loving husbands can get down In one short, fleeting hour from town, While vessels waiting at the quay, Conduct them swiftly home to tea, Or to a drop of barley bree, So certain is the Railway. Tlien let us steal a march on time, And echo forth this ranting rhyme, Which street Rtibimi's think sublime, About the Greenock Railway. 0 W H A T W I L L A ' T H E L A D S DO? 0 what will a' the lads do When Maggy gangs away ? 0 what will a' the lads do, When Maggy gangs away? There's no a heart in a' the glen That disna dread the day ; 0 what will a' the lads do When Maggy gailgs away ? Young Jock has ta'en the hill for't, A waefu' wight is he ; Poor Harry's ta'en the bed for't, And laid him down to dee. And Sandy'sgane unto the kirk, And learning fast to pray ; �6 And 0 what will the lads do, When Maggy gangs awa ? The young laird o' the Langshaw Has drunk her health in wine ; The priest in confidence has said The lassie was divine ; And that is mair in maiden's praise Than ony priest should say ; But 0 what will the lads do When Maggy gangs away ? The wailing in our green glen That day will quaver high ; 'Twill draw the redbreast frae the wood, The laverock frae the sky ; The fairies frae their beds o' dew Will rise and join the lay ; O hey! what a day will be When Maggy gangs away. / THE SNOW-DROP. The snow-drop, first-born flower of spring, With violets to his grave I'll bring, And summer roses I will spread, T o deck the turf that binds his head And o'er his earthly pillow Shall wave the weeping willow. �7 Each day I'll sit beside his tomb, To watch the flow'rets as they bloom • That where the drooping rose appears, I may revive it with my tears. And o'er his earthly pillow Shall wave the weeping willow. A MAN WITHOUT A WIFE. A man without a wife Knows no comfort of his life, j And none but a fool would live single, 0 . 1 For when you're buckled to, You have nothing else to do, But hear her pretty tongue go jingle, jingle, 0 . / ; JJ I l Her voice is quite divine, And if you should incline To have a single moment of quiet, O, It would be of little use, Unless you lov'd abuse, For she kicks up such a devil of a riot, O. She'll simper, blush, and grin, And taste a drop of gin, (k else a little sup of full-proof brandy, 0 ; And when it makes her stagger, Lord! how the jade will swagger, I % d her husband she proclaims a Smithfield dandy, 0 . ( I m �8. Then who the devil would Live single, if lie- could In women find these virtues; so delightful, Q* For though they scratch and, fight, Still they are our, great delight, And he that lives without one must be spiteful, 0 . ALL'S WELL. Deserted by the waning moon, When skies proclaim night's cheerless noon, On tower, or fort, or tented ground, The sentry walks his lonely round; And should a footstep haply stray Where caution marks the guarded way— Who goes there! stranger, quickly tell; A friend—the word. Good night; all's well. Or sailing on the midnight deep, When weary messuiates soundly sleep, The careful watck patrols the deck, To guard the ship from foes or wreck; And while his thoughts oft homewards veeiv Some friendly voice salutes his ear— What cheer : Trot1! r, quickly tell; Above*—below. Good night; all's welL � 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 081: Title-page illustration of a tall ship at sea. 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 Greenock railway. The snowdrop. O what will a' the lads do. All's well. A man without a wife. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per National Library of Scotland Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9934228203505154">s0585b32</a> '35' is printed at the foot of the title page Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Glasgow, Scotland Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. 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Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Courtship and Marriage Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Description An account of the resource Woodcut #81: Illustration on title page of a tall ship at sea # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Outdoor Scene Transportation: ship/boat(s)